Chelsea Fox Vs Squishy - Best 2/3 Falls

[WrestleGuy]

Chelsea continued her slow count as the big hunks muscle bound body spasmed pathetically. "Twoooooo... And...." Squishy managed to drunkenly lift his arms towards the ropes. She grinned, "Ohh myyy his shoulders off the mat!" The tall blonde ground her heel against his chest and slowly made her way down his abs. Finally, she withdrew her foot. The mercy would be short lived...

Like a predator smelling blood Chelsea prowled circles around her stunned opponent. Growing impatient she'd grab a handful of Squishys mask with one hand, and his wrist with the other. A quick heave would pull the obedient jobber to his feet. He staggered in front of Chelsea, his senses extra dulled after his throttling. The blue eyed blonde suddenly feigned a look of surprise and pointed to nothing in particular. "What the heck is THAT!?" Probably unnecessary but Dirty Fighting was just her nature... Squishy would o as told and turn his head; whereupon the Big Blonde slammed her fist into hit gut.

With the Big Man keeled over Chelsea would grab his trunks with both hands before stuffing his head between her thighs. They were like two moist meaty tree trunks, inescapable. Finally she'd hook his arms with her own. This was all in preparation for a Pretty Pedigree!

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy was relieved to surprisingly discover he actually managed to stop the count but quickly paused as he felt a bit more pressure on his chest before he appeared to be looking directly towards his chest, seeming to be staring at her footwork as she ground her heel into his. He stilled his movements and remained on the floor, accepting of her vicious ways it appears before she stepped off him, resulting in a little groan from the big squishy man.

He let her circle around his body, like a subdued prey being watched by it’s predator before he was pulled up when Chelsea decided it was enough. On their feet, he seemed to have this wobbly “dizzy” movement, like those old Mortal Kombat games before she went for the fatality! Dorky enough, when she pointed up to try and misdirect him, Squishy actually looked the other side, which worked just as well on him, just made him look a bit goofier than he already was, falling for that trick and eating that gut punch

”Where?! What is it- Ough!” bending him and sendjng right back where he’s familiar with, her pair of thick thighs that kept his head warm. He wrapped his hands around her legs and was actually happy to be there, as his head was under the cold air out there due to the mask having soaked her sweat, now he was back to the warmth of her body, as he turned his head from side to side, she could feel it possibly sway her weight from one hip to the other, meanwhile having his arms collected into the pedigree hold. From there he would give her constant tension of him attempting to be pushing his head up and being blocked by her behind, likely to be just lifting her up to her tippy toes before slowly lowering her back down, his body squirmed but not enough to tear his arms away from her hold, mostly just acting like a wild animal gradually being tamed as she rode him, until at some point he bounced his head up a bit too powerfully, having used more of his body, he might accidentally lift her off the floor. If it would work, Not expecting such an outcome, Squishy would panic and actually straighten himself to an upright stance to try and look for his delicate opponent, his strength would likely allow him to subconsciously tear his arms back and grab her legs to prevent her from flipping and hitting her head, but it was probably too late to save the pedigree at this point

“Oh- Chelsea! I got you! Are you okay? I don’t know what happened…”

He would turn around to try and face her, though having a mask on surely made it hard to exactly pinpoint her location, right?~

[WrestleGuy]

Chelsea was on top of the world! Squishy strained & struggled like an arena bull about to be put down. He was a powerful Jobber but no one could escape the former Champs Sheer Mass. Her feet rose off the matt a few times but a quick jerk of the jobbers trunks seemed to calm the brute down... Until it didn't! With surprising ease the Giant rose to his feet, bringing a squealing plump blonde along with him. "What the Helll!?"

Everything was suddenly upside down! Chelsea's thighs still straddled Squishys face but now her feet were kicking helplessly in the air, trapped in the brutes grip. The panicked girl, seeing a steel chair below her, swung her arms around wildly. "You Bastard! Not the Air Raid Crash!!!" All she managed to do was swing her heaving tits from side to side like a pendulum. The poor girl was only going to make things worse by throwing Squishy off balance!

[ThatAlienGrey]

Glorious Squishy and his “capable” methods got Chelsea on his shoulders, grabbing onto her claves to make sure she didn’t go anywhere unintended. “God forbid if something would happen to sweet delicate Chelsea and she would hurt herself” or so were the lines of thought of Squishy, trying to prevent her from falling, which just made him appear more competent and this situation much more intentional. It’s as if Squishy was actually competent!

”I got you Chelsea don’t worry! You’re safe with me! Uh oh…” Of course the big man had to open his mouth, so hopeful of keeping Chelsea safe, when she swung her assets around and kicked around, he was greeted a nice view of constantly her thighs banging against his cheeks, often obstructing his view from the sides momentarily as they smushed over, not that he saw anything, it just kept his mask sticking into his face and a shadow that repeatedly loomed in and out of his view, along with her feet kicking about, causing more chaos, Squishy would happen to swing about there and just manage to grab the delicate princess atop his shoulders and happy to fix her to lay across his shoulders to prevent her from falling, which acted as a double edged sword- instead of her falling on her own, her momentum would swing her down along with him, making him collapse back, finding the chair behind him, with Chelsea meeting it first as he dropped back. He awkwardly felt the impact which sent him snoozing momentarily, dropping atop of her with all his weight, hands spread with his heavy head laying atop her body, pinning her down before she could hear a count from the big man.

”1 Sheepy… 2 Sheepy…. 3 Sheepy… Zzz” If she didn’t get up before the end of the count and prevent this totally-planned pinfall move. If she remained under him unable to move at all, he would soon enough wake up and move hid head out of the way, realizing he fell, kneeling beside her and holding her head ”Hey, I’m do sorry so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt? Please say you’re okay!”

[WrestleGuy]

*CRACK* Chelsea and Squishys shared weight would shake the ring upon impact. The Big Blondes awkward position forced her head and upper back against the flattened steel chair. "Ourghh!?" Upon impact a spurt of mist erupted into the air. The plump girls body went rigid before relaxing and flopping spread eagle on the mat, her head resting on the heavily dented chair. Her tongue protrudes comedically from her drooling lips as her eyes gently rolled into her skull.

The exhaustion of Chelseas previous chokeholds and power moves seemed to suddenly catch up with Squishy. He used his opponent large belly as a pillow while he counted dreamily... The Big Blondes limp body twitched sporadically but offered zero resistance. While Squishy chimed a slow pin her breasts jiggled with each heaving breath.

Eventually Chelsea woke up to the sight of her musclehead opponent looming over her. Helpless and confused a sense of terror took over for a moment before Squishys concerned bleats reduced the sense of danger. She clenched her fist, intent on punching him in the face. But she could barely lift her hand off the ground. "Shaddup Bitch... My head hursts..."The sleepy blonde groaned angrily.

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squish dragged the delicate lady off the chair, kneeling and positioned her body to recover atop his lap, letting her head rest on him as he brushed her hair, his soaked up mask surely made it look like he had trouble breathing, taking deeper breathes than usual just to take enough oxygen through the damp cloth, all thanks to the handywork of the lady in his lap. Who even designed this mask this way??

Nonetheless when she was about to “punch”, he only seemed to mistake it for kind gesture, helping her by taking hold of her wrist and placing his cheek on her palm so she could rub it, as he believed she intended.

”I got you, Chelsea. Take your time… Oh no, Please let me make it better…”

Of course it was like Squishy had a hostility filter, as if he didn’t register all those mean words towards him, only noticing her pained moans… He brought his palms over to make it better, giving her scalp some massaging and light scratching to numb away the pain and rid of any itches, really free her blonde hair and brush it nicely! He’d likely to do until she fully recovered and pushed herself off him…

[WrestleGuy]

Despite her protests, Chelsea was like an infant in Squishys firm grip. She pouted while the big brute gently stroked her hair. The Big Blonde could feel her eyes close; the temptation to take a nap in the giants warm embrace was overwhelming... Yet the veteran gritted her teeth and did the one thing she had been too proud to try. Ask.

"Hey Buddyyy... Mind helping me up? My feminine legs are so feeble..." With Squishy dutifully guiding her to her feet Chelsea would immediately take advantage with a knee to the gut. With Squishy doubled over, she'd put him in a side headlock and run towards the ropes. She was gonna bounce off the ropes and hit a bulldog on the Big Guy!

[ThatAlienGrey]

Oh he so naively listened and ate her words, without the slightest bit of hesitation he began helping her up, taking hold of her back and hand with each arm, delicately helping her up as he went up to a crouched position. In a way, his mask also work as a great filter too, not quite showing any pain or discomfort that was so clear from all the sweat that soaked up into his stretchy mask, it was like a human sized and shaped dummy just asking for punishment.

And punishment indeed come in the form of a nice surprising knee to the gut that got him to double over ”Ough! What’s- Whoa whoa!-“ He would suddenly follow the beautiful lady as she ran to the corner, getting a bounce off of it before she spun around, with Of course Squishy having both palms on the small of her back, holding her up, maiing it seem like she was levitating in the air, taking a few long steps back, and pausing perfectly so when he would drop, he would go face first into the bent chair’s seat and crush it even further with his face with Chelsea just missing it ‘by chance. A grunt followed ad he let go fo her and his entire body bounced up off the chair and onto the canvas on his back, body sprawled out as he shuddered and squirmed in place like a big muscular worm!

[WrestleGuy]

To Chelsea's delight Squishy proved very cooperative! Instead of pressing his advantage he gingerly helped the tricky Blonde to her feet. She rewarded him with a swift knee to the belly. The big fella groaned and leaned over enough for the Big Blonde to put him in a headlock. "I think I'm feelin better!" Chelsea declared, feigning innocence.

The plump woman charged towards the ropes with Squishy in tow before kicking off like a rubber band. She hovered in the air for a few seconds with her "opponents" support. Finally after what felt like an eternity the two landed. Chelsea plopped safely on her plump behind. Her chunky body jiggled violently but she was totally unharmed. Squishy would land squarely on the hardened steel chair *CLANG!*. Squishy flattened the bent chair with his face before the whiplash sent him flailing onto his back.

Chelsea looked down at the squirming muscle head below her with a touch of remorse. She'd gently place a palm to his chest and give him a few reassuring pats as she let out a yawn. "Kicking your butt is makin' me Sleepy..." The sweat-drenched blonde would get on all fours, crawling over her KO'd opponent. "You'd make a fine bed for now..." She's suddenly plant her big pale behind on Squishys mask. The Big Blonde spread her body on him like butter on bread; Pressing her tits against his belly and using his crotch as a pillow...

She counted... "Oneeee.... Twooo.... And... Um... *Yawn*...

[ThatAlienGrey]

Squishy on the other hand, had already taken to a sleeping position. After meeting head first with the steel chair, he suddenly felt the ring was perfect to lose his consciousness in. While he felt comfortable, her “reassuring” taps to his wide chest made him still his movements momentarily, pausing before breathing again, though somewhat crushed. Like a cat playing with her toy with her paw, he simply stilled himself, just his chest rising with each breath he took.

”Not my butt getting kicked…” He said humorously in such a dazed state, he was narrating his own defeat!

Suddenly feeling her “butter” herself on top of his “bread”. He felt her body squish on top of him. At first he thought it was bad enough, when he suddenly felt her cheek head slowly sink and squish his bulge, suddenly making him shudder, reacting by spreading his legs apart and buckling his hips up, while also raising his head up, face accidentally smushing against her booty. At this point her words were like hypnosis. He squeezed his hips and nodded his head up, simultaneously raising her head with her “improvised” pillow, while also digging his face in a slow rhythm that matched her count… Going once, moaning along with her count… Going twice… and one final time, he basically did the work for her, hypnotically letting his words escape him ”3…” before letting out a nice defeated shudder and squirm with his hips and head before feeling as if all his strength was drained by her pin, stealing all of his power to herself, as his body slowly felt as if it was deflating and collapsing to a flat stop with a defeated groan.