Re: Roxy Hartbrooke vs. Wendy Winston - The Stream Must Go On
Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2023 2:02 am
Wendy was, at last weigh-in, hitting about 180 pounds of voluptuous, thick, Southern flesh, with no small percentage of that being in her hips. When she came running, she could throw all that weight around use it to crash into a single area, which is what Roxy experienced when she took the Love Seat. About 1/10 of a ton, ramming into her face at six miles an hour.
Not fun. Nope.
Well, not fun for Roxy. It was a blast for Wendy, loving how her opponent’s head felt smacking up against that turnbuckle. It was a good hit, so solid that she wondered if the little kitty kat had anything left in her. She knew how to find out, too. ”Here, kitty-kitty…”
She grabbed Roxy by the ankle, dragged her away from the corner, hopped over her body, and proceeded to drop her weight on the woman’s chest, sitting flat on her chest facing towards her head. As the referee came over to start the count, she raised a fist above her head, giving a silent threat of what was to come if Roxy tried to escape.
The referee slapped the mat. ”1…!”
Not fun. Nope.
Well, not fun for Roxy. It was a blast for Wendy, loving how her opponent’s head felt smacking up against that turnbuckle. It was a good hit, so solid that she wondered if the little kitty kat had anything left in her. She knew how to find out, too. ”Here, kitty-kitty…”
She grabbed Roxy by the ankle, dragged her away from the corner, hopped over her body, and proceeded to drop her weight on the woman’s chest, sitting flat on her chest facing towards her head. As the referee came over to start the count, she raised a fist above her head, giving a silent threat of what was to come if Roxy tried to escape.
The referee slapped the mat. ”1…!”