Last Drunk Girl Standing Match: Dawn McDowell vs Betty West [D]

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty took a moment to stretch between rounds, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the shot as it was offered to Dawn. The thick young woman had been trying her best, but Betty couldn’t shake the feeling of being kind of a bully. A sober bully, at that. She eyed Dawn, thinking about how the young girl was trying her best, and had already fallen twice in the match, already. For Betty’s big international debut match, it seemed a little … she wasn’t sure. If it was a straight match, maybe Dawn would have held out longer. Or, Betty would already be back in the locker room with her very first win on the books. Which is super dominant, sure … but was it fun?

Betty watched Dawn down her shot and nodded. The girl wasn’t backing down, and Betty had to give her all the respect in the world for that. However, the poor girl was already slurring her words, and didn’t look exactly measured as she raised her fists. Hoo boy, Betty knew that look all too well. Normally, this is when Betty called a friend a cab to make sure they got back to their own home safely. Like those moments, Betty started feeling protective.

“Okay, Dawn, put them up!” Betty said, nodding to the ref that she was ready. Betty started bouncing on her boots, giving the fans a fun view of her jiggling assets. Hopefully, they were distracted enough by the bouncing buns and boobs to not realize that Betty’s stance was wide open. “Give me your best shot, babe!” Betty called out, inviting Dawn to take control, and bracing herself. She had a plan, but she wasn’t sure how much this could hurt …

[SuckerPunch]

Deep inside Dawn's anatomy a strange change was occurring. The alcohol was beginning to not only effect her, but to take control. Her normal bubbly persona wasn't just being amplified. But it was being... Replaced. Dawn was kind and gentle by nature. The act of meaning harm to another woman was simply outside of her character. But that character was being pulled under the tide of intoxication. Her consciousness was spotty and replaced with a fire in her belly.

She staggered back and forth before letting out a heavy exhale just this side of a burp. "Put'em up?" She grinned at Betty as if she'd shared an inside joke with her. "Yeshh... Okay!" She watched Betty as she hopped from foot to foot. Her eyes followed the woman's body as it shook deliciously within the confines of her attire. She watched as she braced and invited an attack!

"Okay! You ashked for it!" Dawn was game if Betty was. Which was a change all it's own. Dawn reached behind herself and worked her fingers. *Snap* *Click*. She brought her arms back in front of her and shook them erratically. The motion caused her leotard to slowly slide down her arms and away from her body. She'd unfastened it!

She pulled her arms free and let the magenta fabric fall away from her upper body. It pooled about her waist, exposing everything above it. Her heavy breasts hung bare for all the world to see. Her large, round, pink nipples were enticingly hard. They bounced as she mimicked Betty with a few hops back and forth. "That'sh better!"

"TAKE THISH!!!" Dawn was suddenly in Betty's face! She was... fast? Dawn's right fist arced over her shoulder like a pitcher throwing a fastball! Her whole body went into the punch in a way that was shocking to say the least! With her conscience no longer intervening, her mind was free to act! Dawn had been punched and beaten so many times that her muscle memory was able to drunkenly duplicate a perfect punch! One that was aimed right between Betty's eyes.

Oh my god... And if it landed it would -actually- do so with devastating effect! Dawn had gone from sweet college student to brutal bare-breasted brawler. Tequila's a hell of a drug.

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty hopped around on her heels, sizing Dawn up. Thus far, the buxom young girl hadn’t managed to get in much of any offense, but she’d taken a couple of shots (figurative, and literal), and was clearly on her heels. Betty knew the poor girl wasn’t going to survive much longer at this rate, so it was time to give her a bit of a fighting chance, right?

What happened next made Betty’s jaw drop, and her eyes triple in size. Dawn started stripping down, faster than anyone could react, her expansive bust coming spilling out of her restrictive gear and bouncing into full view! Cheers and wild claps came from the fans, the eyeful of Dawn’s incredible curves drawing all eyes. Betty could only mouth the word ‘wow’ as Dawn bounced back and forth, her incredible bust bouncing and swaying around as the young woman declared herself ready for the next round.

“Damn, girl!” Betty gasped, right as Dawn stepped in to swing hard for her face. Betty was mesmerized, eyes transfixed on Dawn’s swaying breasts, allowing the punch to sail straight between her loose guard and right for her face.

“AGH!” Betty grunted, her face blossoming in pain as she soaked the punch. The brunette staggered backward, falling into the ropes. Like a staggered boxer, Betty shook her head, opening and closing her eyes and mouth as she tried to process the pain in her face.

“D-damn, girl!” Betty said, after a moment, shaking her head. Her loose brown hair shook around her face, as she blinked her eyes opened slowly. Betty’s vision was blurry, unfocused, having taken a hard blow square to her face. Betty spit over the top rope, behind her, trying to clear her mind and mouth after taking that blow. Betty was going to rethink things, now. Hung up on the ropes, however, Betty wasn’t quite ready to bounce right back from a punch like that. Trying to pull herself off the top rope, Betty just hoped she’d be ready for Dawn’s next move, when the girl was ready to make it.

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn felt the blow to Betty resonate all the way up to her shoulder! It was perfectly executed! A result of her booze assisted adaptive memory. It took a very specific, very strange set of circumstances to create a mixture like the one that stood in front of the staggered Betty West! Her heavy tits swayed rhythmically as Dawn's body swayed from side to side, stepping ever closer to the pulverized opponent! She wasn't bobbing and weaving so much as she was overcorrecting her own balance. But it had a comically similar effect.

Dawn let out a graceless belch as she drew back her right fist! "HA!" She threw it out with a war-cry, the blow swinging like a scythe into Betty's sunken body! If it connected, it would bury itself rib-deep in her breast. And would be immediately followed up by a left to the other tit! "HA!" And a right! "HA!"

She would continue recklessly pummeling the poor woman's soft chest with ruthless, uncharacteristic aggression! Her eyes were glassy, like a sharks. It was clear she was well into her cups. But with her personality suppressed, her body was free to replicate the terrible experiences it had soaked up in past matches. Her heavy mammories had often been the subject of abuse. And now she was throwing picturesque body-blows that perfectly mimicked what had been inflicted on her in the past! The ref girl stood by ready to jump in and save Betty and call the fall if it was necessary!

Though the longer they went on, the slower they became. If Betty took the blows it would become a contest of endurance. Could her beautiful body withstand the surprisingly assertive advance of the Darling Ryona Doll, or would she find herself on her back with her first drink awaiting her?

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty shook her head, a look of shock in her eyes. Staggering back, Betty opened her eyes to try and size up her opponent. Dawn was swaying back and forth, looking like if someone’s entire bust had decided to take up boxing, independent of what the rest of the body wanted to do. Betty was so caught up in the mental image, that she was caught totally off-guard by what Dawn had in store for her, next!

“OH!” Betty cried out in shock as one of Dawn’s fists rocked her tit, squishing her soft and sensitive flesh beneath a firm blow. Betty’s eyes opened wide, shocked and a bit embarrassed that a painful shot like that had gone through. Then, a second, making Betty cry out with an “AAH!” as her other boob was smacked hard.

“AAOWW!” Betty cried out, face showing how miserable she felt as her tits were battered and pummeled. Betty fell back, sinking into the corner turnbuckle, holding the top rope to keep herself up despite that. Betty took several more shots, her body bouncing up and down, her bosom shaking with each blow she took. After what seemed like forever, Betty felt the blows let up, Dawn’s swings slowing down. “Ah! AAH … aaugh … ughn … nngh!” Betty took each hit, for a while, biting her lip with the pain. She then looked over to Dawn, seeing that the poor girl was losing steam. Betty took another hit, making her wince, then another. Then, she decided to act.

Pushing herself off the corner between hits, Betty raised an arm, and lunged forward. After taking a copious amount of punishment from a surprisingly game Dawn, Betty wanted to see what was left in the tank. Throwing herself in, Betty would come down with a hard standing elbow strike, aimed square at Dawn’s forehead, eager to see what would happen!

[SuckerPunch]

Betty's breasts were used like speed bags by the busty red head. They were battered in rhythmic succession by alternating blows that... Actually landed! The feel of her knuckles biting into the soft, succulent tit flesh caused her cheeks to redden with excitement. The thrill of doing something other than being beaten up and embarrassed felt so good!

But it also meant that her mind was beginning to focus. Her eyes narrowed with intense effort. And for Dawn that meant trouble. The secret to her success in this instance had been the absence of her mind. And now that it was returning, her blows were slowing. And their technique was getting steadily worse. She became distracted by the pained noises her opponent was making, causing her to feel a little bad. There was a burning in her arms, lactic acid building up from the constant effort. And perhaps worst of all, her nipples were so hard it hurt! Chilled by the cool night air, it wasn't until this moment that she realized they were bare! When did that happen?

All of these thoughts flowed through her mind in the space of a single swing. And before it could finish, so too did Betty West's elbow strike!

*Crack*

"AHHHHHN~" Dawn was immediately sent to the canvas! Her hands moved to her forehead as she cried out in agony! She covered her face as she rolled back and forth in pain, her feet kicking! The constant motion causing her tits to sway and jiggle as she whimpered from the sudden strike!

Whatever that strange storm had been, it seemed like it was over. She was left devastated on the canvas with her bodysuit loosely about her hips. The ref girl was now by Dawn's side, ready to call the fall as she had been for Betty!

[Luncha_Libre]

“AH! OWW! Uuughn … Aargh!” Betty let out cry after cry as Dawn pummeled her breasts, battering the soft flesh and punishing her pert young body. Betty writhed in agony in the corner as Dawn rocked her with blow after blow. Betty moaned in pain, stomping the mat, taking each shot until finally, it seemed like Dawn was slowing down, giving her the chance to lay into her opponent with an elbow strike!

Betty came off the corner with the brow, her hair flying in her face. Looking down at the girl’s body, Betty’s eyes went open wide, greeted by a full view of Dawn’s ample, bouncy curves left completely free and jiggling on the mat after going down. The jiggle in Dawn’s body as she writhed in pain was almost hypnotic, Betty finding herself gawking at the hot thick girl suffered from the blow. Betty bit her lip as she watched, completely shocked. Betty took some deep breaths, her body still stinging from Dawn’s shocking beatdown.

“Wow, girl,” Betty said, wiping the sweat from her brow, “where did that come from?” Betty looked at the girl, now attended to by the referee. Betty raised an eyebrow, trying to size up Dawn now that the busty girl was laid out on the floor. It seemed that the girl’s second wind had already been spent, and now it was just a matter of counting. Betty winced.

This was not how Betty pictured things going. She’d wanted Dawn to get at least one pin, or submission, or something. More than that, Betty wanted a drink, already! Thinking quickly, Betty brushed the ref aside, and grabbed Dawn by the legs. She pulled them up, around her waist, and leaned into the girl.

“Okay, Dawn, I’ve got you where …” Dawn said, hugging those thick, warm thighs around her slender waist. “W-wait! What are you doing …?” Betty said, feigning a shocked look. Betty looked around the crowded arena, to the confused ref, back down to Betty. “Oh no, Dawn! Please! Don’t scissor me!” She called out, dramatically, squeezing Dawn’s thighs around herself and falling to her knees. Throwing her head back, Betty let out a melodramatic cry. “NOOOOO!”

[SuckerPunch]

Dawn felt as if someone had driven a spear directly through her forehead! Betty's elbow strike had sent her reality swimming. The world teetered and tottered on an axis, and not just because she was rolling back and forth. Her eyes squeezed tight enough to cause tears to form at their corners. The pain had brought her drunkenly back to reality. Back to being a whimpering mess of a sandbag. The only thing proud about her was her hardened pink nipples, rigid from adrenaline!

She was hopeless as Betty grabbed her feet. She looked up at her through blurry, teary eyes. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were reddened from intoxication. Despite being a thicc as she was, she was a lightweight when it came to drinking. She felt her lower body lifted off of the canvas as Betty took control of her legs. She lifted them, no doubt to bend her into some horrible pretzel! She felt her bare thighs touch warmly against Betty's body. The heat from between her thighs radiated damply against Betty's belly.

And then.. Instead of turning Dawn over and bending into her favorite letter of the alphabet, she crumpled to the canvas screaming! Dawn's eyes went wide with concern! "Oh gawsh! Are you okay!?" She then looked to the ref who looked similarly concerned! Dawn's ankles crossed behind Betty out of reflex rather than effort. The red head looked around the arena in a panic, clearly worried that something had gone terribly wrong! Dawn pressed up into a half-sitting position on her hands. The position gave the illusion of effort. As if Dawn was cranking on the hold with all of her body!

"C-check on her ref! Ish she... ish she okay!? Msh. Wesht!?" She was still slurring her words as she called for the ref to check on her! In the midst of the confusion Dawn looked like she was about to get her first submission fall! It didn't matter that she had absolutely no agency or understanding of what was going on! Her soft thighs pressed gently upon Betty's body in a way that couldn't possibly hurt. And yet... She was screaming in agony! The ref would certainly have to call the fall!

[Luncha_Libre]

Betty held firmly onto Dawn’s thick thighs, the warmth and softness of them making it a welcome sensation. The party girl, who had been dominating almost the entire match, had suddenly started wailing and it seemed to take everyone, from the fans to the ref to even her opponent, completely off guard! Keeping up the charade would only work so much longer, Betty realized, as she hugged Dawn’s legs to her even tighter to keep the girl from pulling back in legitimate concern for her well-being. Dawn was even calling out the ref to check on Betty, she was so worried about what was happening. Fighting back a smirk, Betty told herself that the semester in college she thought she could be an actress wasn’t a waste of credit-hours after all, as it had turned out. The ref got close, and Betty went full ham, thrashing her head and whipping her short hair around to try and keep the ref from getting a close look at the ‘hold’ that Dawn had ‘locked in,’ and trying her best to force a single tear out of her cheek. If nothing else, this was a time to commit!

“Ooohh, no, the pain!” Betty wailed, rolling her eyes back. She slumped in Dawn’s “hold,” looking like the strength was leaving her body. “Dawn, it’s too much! I can’t take it any more! Oh, please, I surrender! I submit! Please, have mercy, I can’t take any more!” Betty would then release ‘the hold,’ letting Dawn’s legs flop to the mat. Betty, in turn, dramatically collapsed backward. Her breasts heaving, Betty lay an arm over her forehead, playing up her misery and woe for the cameras.

“Oohh, how humiliating!” Betty moaned, shaking her head and feigning shame. “I can’t believe she got me like that. Oh … I suppose I have to take my punishment. You know, for being such a weakling.” Betty looked straight to the ringside crew, preparing her drink. The fans gave a loud, if somewhat confused, clap for Dawn, and her unlikely submission hold.

Betty sprang up to her feet to take her shot glass, and she threw it back. “Aah!” she said, with a grin. She could feel her cheeks flushing, and she handed the shot glass back. “Okay, it’s going to be hard, but I will have to fight on!” Betty turned back to Dawn, hoping the girl would be ready for the next pass … Betty was going to need more to drink than that!

[SuckerPunch]

Betty wailed and... was that a tear? Oh gosh she was crying! Dawn was really hurting her. There was a part of her that felt terrible. The part that was calling for the ref and pleading to check if she was okay. But there was also a part of her that knew what the business they were in was about! She was supposed to be hurting her! She was supposed to be making her submit. She'd very seldom ever had a taste of what victory was like. And in this moment, it was so alien, that she didn't even know that Betty was faking it!

Betty screamed out her submission and Dawn 'let her go'. She looked to the ring crew as they prepped Betty's drink. And as they presented it to her, she felt a sudden swell of pride! By gosh! She'd... She'd won a fall?! She'd done it! It wasn't the whole match, but she'd gotten a tap! And if she got one, it meant she could get more!

"I CAN DO THIS!" She screamed out, the alcohol blurring the lines between reality and her inner monologue.

She put her fists up and grinned as Betty took her shot. Their expressions matched. Betty jubilant over the burning liquid that flowed down her throat. Dawn excited about her recognized potential. The two women looked eager to continue. The ref waved them on and the next round started!

"I'm not going to go easy on you anymore mish Wesht!" She slurred as she charged! Her right arm was already spinning like a windmill! It was telegraphing what she was trying to do, and that was throw a lariat right across the cow-girl's heaving bosom!

Her course deviated a little as she stumbled, but she got back in line and threw herself bodily into the lariat! Even with all of her marshmallow body behind it, it only hurt a little bit. Her weight wasn't well-transferred into the clothesline and she struck mostly with her forearm rather than her bicep.

It was the cutest clothesline ever thrown. But she screamed like she was world champion! "SORYA!!!!!"