The Range of an Actress - Hanna Idame vs. Troia Smith

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Troia couldn’t say she wasn’t tired from the beating Hanna gave her. Hurting. And yet she was being fueled by anger and humiliation here, after everything the actress put her through. Sweat was on her forehead, her twin tails were disheveled, and her shorts were tugged up tight against her butt, and yet she was in no rush to fix it. Wearing what Hanna did to her, and seeing red.

And it fueled her to deliver that hellacious Headshot. A picture perfect knee strike that clocked the brunette right on the jaw. Her knee purposefully bare to provide no padding, just that hard bone like a runaway train striking with malicious intent against Hanna’s face!

And seeing her flop down like a ragdoll, the look in her eyes indicating she was so close to out, Troia planted the bottom of her sandal across the cheek of Hanna’s. Smushing it down and tilting her face to look towards the audience, who could see she was practically out. And the referee sliding in to cover with the actress’s shoulders down.

“ONE!”

Could that one-two combo of the Sunset Flip Powerbomb and the Shining Wizard had put the Ace Actress away?

“TWO!”

And yet as the referee raised their hand to try and count three, Troia’s sandal moved, and a hand thrust down to grab onto that long hair, yanking her head and shoulders off the mat! Whether or not Hanna couldve kicked out, it was now not up to her. Troia returning the favor both ways, with the grinding of her sole against her cheek and then forcing her to kick out.

“Nuh uh, not just yet…” Troia snarled, dragging Hanna up to her knees by her mane, and then holding up her face with another grip on her jaw. Urging the cameraman to zoom in on this sight, to capture the actress in her dazed state up close.

“You wanted this match extended, so I’ll be sure to make it nice and long for you…” Troia told her, releasing her grip briefly just to whip a meaty SLAP across her face, before propping it back up. And as if though she was feeding on being back on top, and having the actress near dead to rights, the hand in her hair went down…

“And you wanted all this attention too… well let’s make you a star.” Troia hissed, pinching her cheeks to puff her lips out, and using a finger to outline the heart-shaped boob window in Hanna’s top. Drawing the audience’s eye to it, the way it heaved as she breathed, and even dipping her finger to rub along her cleavage.

Toying with Hanna, her body and her lips, in an intimate manner… before suddenly shifting gears. Grabbing onto the back of the actress’s head, and then whipping it down with all of her strength, to send her pretty face straight down to the mat for a vicious slam!

Making both her strategy and intentions known. Targeting the boggled head of Hanna’s… and completely and utterly humiliating her.

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Hanna’s dark brown hair lay muddled in a mess as the actress barely moved. Her body was mostly still, other than her calm breaths, heaving her chest up, and down.

For how resilient Hanna was, one could be almost surprised that just 2 moves could turn the tide on her, but you’d be hard pressed to find anyone able to take two straight, devastating moves to the head and not feel at least a little stunned. Again, perhaps Hanna was feigning exactly how stunned she was, and perhaps a ragdoll flop wasn’t necessary, but the pain was present regardless of how Hanna ended up portraying it.

And Troia was gonna take full advantage either way, which Hanna cruelly remembered as her cheek was squashed underneath Troia’s sandal, her head being turned and stomped into the mat, her sleepy, shut eyes and slightly ajar mouth on display for the cameras as the ref counted.

But just as some crowd members feared, whether she could kick out or not wasn’t gonna be tested either way, as before the ref could reach three, Troia swiftly abandoned the pin, yanking Hanna up once more, whose body was still mostly limp, an arm only slowly rising to grab onto the appendage taking hold of her hair in weak defiance, letting out a quiet but pained groan in accompaniment.

All of a sudden…

SLAP!!

Troia let off another stinging smack across Hanna’s face, with enough force to wake up a corpse as Hanna’s head violently snapped to the side.

She wasn’t even allowed to fall however, and Troia enjoyed her firm grip on the actress, pinching her cheeks once more to pucker her lips, before dropping her finger to tease her chest, tracing the taller woman’s heart-shaped boob window before taking feels of her cleavage.

Hanna’s feeling of humiliation only grew as her body was toyed with, however, lucky for her, she would be treated back to some more, regular ol’ can of pain as the fangirl suddenly switched her tune, clutching the back of Hanna’s head to slam her down onto the mat face first!

THUD!!

The actress’ head rebounded up after the initial harsh impact before her body went limp again, cheek smushed against the mat as she lay on her stomach this time, limbs spread out once more. Troia was already vicious by nature, but Hanna’s endless taunts from before only seemed to empower her, and leave Hanna in for a whole new dimension of pain now that the fangirl had regained control…

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Troia had shown that she could be cold in her match against Vermeil, going to low depths to pull out that win. But that was just to win a match. This? She seemed fueled to make Hanna pay for humiliating her, toying with her, and not taking her win she could’ve.

Making her feel so small, so insignificant. Troia struggled with that, both due to her physically small size and due to how she got into wrestling. Failing so much, and only getting this chance adopting Florence’s mannerisms. And then to have this actress toy with her like that, treat her so low… it riled her up. And after an amazing counter, she now had the chance to strike back.

And strike back she was going to.

That mat slam seems to have done quite the number on Hanna, who was already dazed from the two signature moves of Troia’s… so why not keep it up? Getting two fistfuls of Hanna’s long locks, Troia slowly lifted back up the actress’s head, just to slam her face back down onto the mat! And then grabbing her hair to do it again, and again, and again! As though trying to break her face through the mat, or leave her imprint on it!

However, after a good number of slams, the referee eventually stepped in and pulled Troia off of Hanna, warning her about gripping her hair. To which the fangirl rolled her eyes, before going back to the actress, this time, her hand went down to the lower body of Hanna’s.

Digging her fingers underneath the waistband of those yoga pants and finding the hem of her underwear to get a hold of… before yanking with all her might! Threatening to snap the fabric of her underwear and rip the waistband of her pants with the sheer tightness of the wedgie given to Hanna, and pulling her hips up into the air to put the actress in a face-down and ass-up position. And giving her fans one hell of a look at that already prominent cameltoe now pushed it even further, sawing her bottoms against those poor folds.

“Since you just love the cameras so much, might as well give them something good to look at, right?” Troia taunted, her voice regaining some of the cocky edge it had previously, but still mixed with bitterness and even embarrassment, showing as much as she tried to hide it that her previous treatment had shook her some. Maybe Hanna could consider that a moral victory, as Troia seemed intent to return the favor times ten with the ferocity of that wedgie, before whipping her palm against that raised ass for one huge SPANK! Further humiliation and payback, this time making those cheeks wobble with a hard slap!

Then, with a pointed look at the ref, she grabbed onto the hair of the actress’s again to pull her upper body up, and then beginning to drag her over to the corner opposite her phone, ignoring the referee’s chiding over the illegal action.

Twisting her around, Troia then shoved her opponent into a sitting position against the corner. And before she did anything else, the fangirl made sure to kick open those legs wide open, and pulled on that front waistband to make sure her pussy was showing through those tight leggings. “Wait here for me, will you?” Troia told her, before walking back to the opposite corner.

“Now chat, you’re just gonna love this…” she then huffed, leaning down to zoom in her phone’s camera, until only Hanna was in frame, her dazed face, slumped body, and pushed out folds, before turning back to face her. Holding up her hands and fingers to line her up like a snapshot…

And then running in. With great speed, Troia was charging Hanna, before suddenly leaping and turning in mid-air. Giving the brunette a last glimpse of that big rear in daisy dukes flying at her before crashing against her face for a massive impact with a Running Hip Attack!

Even worse, burying her face between those cheeks for a few seconds once her head really whiplashed, to drown her in darkness and give her chat a show, before stepping forward and to the side, to let her fans see just how that affected Hanna…

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The actress continued to fight to stay awake, the taste of the mat starting to become familiar at this point, especially as Troia harshly forced her pretty face up and down a few dozen more times, Hanna weakly grabbing on to the fangirl’s arms as she repeatedly ate the canvas.

She was a complete ragdoll by the time the ref forced Troia to stop. Her mind was still just about present, but her body was limp and completely at Troia’s disposal, and it was clear that the streamer revelled in that fact. She lay powerless as Troia yanked up her underwear and yoga pants with such vicious force, they almost found a new embedded home in the woman’s cheeks and pussy, resulting in an embarrassed groan from the actress who was forced face-down ass-up, both her sizeable butt and her poor flaps on full display at this point, humiliating her even further.

Sadly, that wasn’t even close to the end, as with such a juicy prize on show, there was no shot the fangirl wouldn’t take the opportunity…

SPANK!!

Hanna yelped loudly, her head lifting up for a moment with her mouth wide and her tongue out as Troia delivered a nasty slap right to the fangirl’s ass, causing an emphatic jiggle! The sound of the smack echoed through the arena as Hanna’s blushes only grew, her rear still stinging as she was forced up by her hair once more, much to the referee’s dismay.

She was dragged over without much effort by Troia to the corner in full view of the stream, and groaned as she was forced down into a sitting position, her legs kicked open and her pussy forced on show once more as Troia cruelly delivered another wedgie, the actress stifling a moan of pain as the fangirl’s words washed over her.

The embarrassment was only getting worse. She might as well be fighting naked with how much her private bits were being forced on show. She knew Troia wasn’t one to spare the dignity of an opponent, but she couldn’t deny how humiliating it was regardless… and how much it hurt to have her underwear and yoga pants constantly being pulled and lodged between her pussy lips.

As she tried to adjust her bottoms for some relief, her body was still incredibly weak. She was almost thankful she could sit down at least, but it was no act of mercy from Troia, and Hanna quickly realised that as she recognised the shorter woman rushing towards her once more… and planting her large ass right on Hanna’s face with force for a Running Hip Attack!

The actress’ neck quickly snapped back, her limbs as limp as before, as she continued to eat a mouthful of the fangirl’s sizeable butt for a few moments more before Troia moved away, the actress’ head slumping down as another one on the list of “Most Humiliating Moves To Be a Victim Of” was crossed off for Hanna. She was sure to remember the taste of Troia’s rear by the end of the match, and the fangirl’s chat was already loving it, quickly making an emote of the embarrassing sight to spam endlessly, only adding to the humiliation as Hanna continued to limply sit, nothing but a plaything for the shorter woman at this point…

[TickTock]

Things were so south for Troia before, just a millisecond away from being on the receiving end of a glorified squash. And now, she was showcasing her surprisingly brutal offense against Hanna, ensuring anyone watching wishing they don’t end up on the receiving end of it, with the actress getting brutalized by it.

That running hip attack being the latest in a short but vicious spree of moves that targeted the actress’s head, and as evidenced by her chat’s making and spamming of an emoji capturing her face after the move, it was just as devastating as the rest of the fangirl’s offense.

And perhaps one who’d see Hanna’s sorry state would go for a pin, but Troia wasn’t so merciful. She was going to keep attacking until she was satisfied, and until then, the tall girl was merely her plaything. Her training dummy, only so much more fun to beat up.

Once her chat got their fill, Troia went back on the attack, cupping the jaw of the slumped head of Hanna’s lifting it up and letting those cloudy eyes look up at the fangirl. A rare sight considering her size, to have someone gazing up at her. But the sight itself seemed daunting, an almost crazed and fiery woman with messy twin tails and scuffed clothing, all accompanied with a hard stare.

Then, Troia hooked an arm underneath Hanna’s to lift her limp body up, before lifting her onto her shoulder with a grunt of effort. Yet she didn’t have any illusions of being able to power around the larger woman, instead merely propping her up on the ropes, hooking her legs over the middle cables and then pushing her arms to hook onto the top cables. Trapping her in this raised position in the corner, before cupping that jaw again, ensuring Hanna had her face raised to look at the fangirl dissecting her… all with her legs spread wide open and her pussy pushing out. As if begging to be struck just like a legend so loved to do in this position.

Yet, instead of a hard blow, a hand of Troia went down… and began to sensually rub a few digits along those outlined folds. Starting at the bottom, and then dragging upward at a snail’s pace, before feeling that entrance through those leggings. Slowly rubbing and even pushing against it, as if daring to penetrate her right through her clothing. And yet, as the fabric began to contort, Troia abandoned it, resuming her upward drag at another glacial pace.

Finally pushing against her clit. Stirring against the button pushed out against the fabric, showing surprising expertise in manipulating the woman’s sex, seeming to focus on humiliating the actress by feeling her up, and even worse, ensuring such touch wasn’t so barbaric but precise. Feeling her up with softness in contrast to the brutality she had suffered before. Designed to pleasure her in front of all her fans.

All while Troia’s piercing gaze locked onto hers. Capturing Hanna’s every reaction, and giving her nothing but the face of her tormentor to look at. Nothing but her touch to feel. And nothing to breathe but her breath, as those lips surprisingly got close too. Plump, glistening with gloss, and tormenting her further with her hot breath tickling her own lips.

“Since you love playing up to these cameras, maybe we can give them something to really enjoy from you.” Troia bitterly whispered, as if to remind Hanna that this wasn’t done out of sensuality, but revenge. “You don’t exactly seem to be in a position to object…” her voice then grew low, and her head came in closer while her fingers cupped those cheeks… a hand suddenly thrust to the back of Hanna’s head and yanked her in, but instead of a kiss awaiting her…

… it was a harsh downward plunge for her face, directly onto the bare knees of Troia’s thrust up to drill her right on the jaw! Hitting her with a corner-hung Codebreaker, also known as the Facebuster! A further targeting of her skull, this time from an elevated position and with no hope of any defense from the actress! The fangirl quickly pushed herself up to a knee after feeling that head impact off her knees, to witness her handiwork…

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As Hanna’s head slumped down, even the sound of the bustling crowd, all wincing at the brutality of what the actress is being subject to, started to be drowned out, only causing more headaches for the taller woman. She loved putting on a good show, but this was a little more brutal than what her opponents usually carried out on her, and even her impressive resilience wasn’t impenetrable. The pain was starting to pile up, and she felt it as her face was reluctantly lifted up for her shorter foe to deliver another taunting stare…

Regardless, the pissed off fangirl not intent on letting her go was still the issue, and she tried her best to squirm as she was lifted up, weakly kicking out to no use as she was propped up on the ropes, legs spread once more and tired pants being let out once she was in position. She was still too weak to form any kind of defence or counter-attack, and thus, Troia’s ragdoll even longer.

Then, as if it couldn’t have gotten worse, the fangirl indulged in the unthinkable…

Hanna let out a surprised yell as Troia’s hand suddenly shifted down to her most delicate area. Her folds which pushed prominently through the fabric of her yoga pants slowly getting felt up, slowly and delicately, which only caused further pants of embarrassment from the actress, her cheeks quickly turning red!

Troia’s chat, and even some of the audience, loved the sight, as expected. A tall, fit, attractive woman being manipulated into an exposing position and getting felt up between her legs by another woman? It was like Christmas came early for the fangirl’s stream, and Hanna knew it, her anger at her helplessness building.

“Ge… Get… Off…”

The taller woman weakly groaned out as Troia of course, couldn’t have paid less attention if she tried, threatening to penetrate inside the woman through her yoga pants, the fabric stretching and prompting a stifled but humiliating moan from Hanna. This was worse than any finisher she could imagine, coupled with 10x the embarrassment. This girl was worse than sick. She was despicable, degenerate, just downright evil.

As Troia finally reached the woman’s clit, pushing and prodding at the actress’ most sensitive spot, Hanna let out a breathy moan, her body tensing and twitching as shudders of indescribable feelings reverberated through her. She panted breathlessly as she did her best to hold on to her dignity, covering her own mouth to prevent further unwanted noise. She of course, wouldn’t go without opening a small crack in her fingers for a word of defiance in response to Troia’s annoyingly cocky remarks.

“P… P-Pervert…”

Hanna still managed to produce the weakest of smiles behind her hand, admiring herself a little for her refusal to go down, even if it would just mean receiving worse punishment in the end…

And so that worse punishment came, as no gentle kiss was awaiting the taller woman on the fangirl’s plump lips, and Hanna instead made harsh contact with the bare knees of Troia for a devastating Corner-Hung Codebreaker, AKA The Facebreaker! Another harsh move to the skull, the actress’ face and lips being smacked and smushed violently on the not-so-soft target point!

SMASH!!

Hanna’s head rebounded off the woman’s knees once more as she was dragged down from her seated position, rolling across the mat before laying limp once more on her back, arms and legs wide, slowly becoming a more and more common position for the taller woman to take throughout the hellish match, her eyes shut and mouth slightly open as usual, seemingly out of it once more.

Troia had definitely landed her move well, and while the match may have been able to be won earlier, it was unclear how much more Hanna could take before she stopped responding at all…

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Troia was entirely focused on destroying this woman now, an unusual state for her as while Florence and herself usually did focus on domination and flashiness, it wasn’t typically so callous, so cruel. Each movement, each move, every deliberation from Troia was set entirely on making this the worst experience for Hanna. Was this her true potential, a woman who could crush any other with brutal blows and sadistic offense?

Perhaps, as everyone was seeing the full extent of what she could do. And after that Facebreaker, Troia hatched another cruel, cruel idea.

Instead of going for a pin or even another move, Troia instead rolled out of the ring, walking to the timekeeper’s area to grab the ring bell from there. Bringing it to the ring, seemingly set on unleashing a brutal thrashing with it.

That is, until the referee stepped in, yelling at Troia that the use of weapons were prohibited, and eventually ripped it from her hands. Preventing the fangirl from enacting her plan… or at least, seemingly.

The referee then got out of the ring to hand the hell back to the timekeeper. And in that time, Troia struck.

Walking over to the spread legs of Hanna’s, she grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, leaving her toyed with cameltoe exposed and vulnerable, in what was a flashback to earlier in the match.

“Let’s see how you enjoy some payback!” Troia spat down to Hanna… before jumping and falling forward. Her head brutally slamming right atop the cunt of the actress for an act of revenge via her own low blow, in what was definitely a Plot Twist!

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Hanna awoke suddenly, the blaring bright lights of the arena blinding her as she managed to remember where she was… which was followed by painful stings and aches, reminding her once more of what she’s already been victim to so far.

The Codebreaker had sent her completely unconscious for a brief moment, and she wasn’t sure herself how she had fought her way back to the waking world.

Regardless, it wasn’t as magisterial of a feat as it sounded, as she lay exhausted and motionless regardless. Her limbs were completely splayed out, and she felt nothing but dazed and vulnerable, as if she was a fighting game character who’d had their health fully depleted, and all she could do was lay there dazed while big bold letters screamed “FINISH HER!” to whoever she was against.

Speaking of, it couldn’t have been against a worse opponent. Troia was like a never ending whirlwind of humiliation and pain, and it seems all Hanna did this match for the sake of the spectacle, only angered her far beyond what the actress was expecting.

The crowd’s endless chanting and restlessness was drowning the taller woman at this point. She wished she could tune it all out, just to have some silence, a good rest, and maybe an ice pack or two. Just why did she have to get herself in such a situation?

‘This match better sell like fucking hot cakes…’

Hanna swore in her mind, hoping that at the least, in a twisted way, her suffering was an enjoyable watch.

As the crowd’s excitement swelled, the actress didn’t even have the energy to move her head and try to look for what it was. The excitement faded soon enough as whatever Troia was planning seemed to be interrupted by the ref, quelling the taller woman’s curiosity. But unbeknownst to her, Troia’s real plan had only just begun…

With the ref out of the ring, handing the illegal instrument back to the timekeeper, Hanna felt the shadow of the fangirl loom over her once more, opening her eyes to weakly meet the shorter woman’s gaze.

The look didn’t last long before Hanna felt Troia’s tight grip around her ankles lifting her long legs up. Spread nice and wide, Troia stood menacingly in between, the actress’ already somewhat violated pussy lips visible through the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

Hanna had never felt more vulnerable as she helplessly and humiliatingly remained in Troia’s grasp, and as the fangirl spat down her words of revenge, Hanna barely registered what was coming before the shorter woman jumped high into the air… and crashed back down head first, straight into the actress’ exposed cunt!

“w-wai-HUUUUUUNNNGHHHHHH!!”

Hanna’s eyes immediately shot open from their lulled state, as Troia’s forehead flattened the actress’s lady bits. She violently lurched up to a seated position, hands firmly buried between her legs, which straightened in the air as her mouth formed an “O” and an unholy, pained, loud moan escaped her. Her pupils rolled back as the brutal impact to her crotch reignited every nerve in her body, straight from the point of impact up.

The taller woman gasped for air between moans as her legs fell to the floor, her impressively thick thighs jiggling from the impact, only adding to the humiliation as Hanna slowly transferred from the seated position onto her side, falling in pain and holding back tears as she desperately tried to nurse her now destroyed cameltoe, her whole body attempting to scrunch up and seemingly shut down.

In a cruel twist of irony, her own finisher was used against her, seemingly as a final cherry on top to the utter humiliation Troia was putting her through. The most humiliating move yet, performed on its own creator. A Plot Twist indeed…

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It was the coup de grace of this all. A final brutal and humiliating move, a callback to what Hanna had done to her. Her head driven down against that defenseless cunt like a stake to the heart as hard as she could in hopes it was as painful and embarrassing as could be for the actress.

It’s what she deserved, Troia thought. And… well, it’d certainly draw in the viewers and social media clips, to see a tall and curvy woman like Hanna treated like this, having her cunt busted and to see the reaction after, which told the story of the raven-haired witch being done for. Teetering on the edge, and now being both physically and mentally finished.

The referee, useless as can be, finally came in to check out the action once more, partially confused at the state of Hanna, but had no ability to do anything about it, as Troia then slunk down to her knees. Grabbing onto the taller woman and pulling her body so that it was splayed out on her back. Body presented like she was the prize turkey on Thanksgiving. From there, an arm moved itself between those thick legs and hooked one of her long legs. And hooking it deep, forcing it to an almost 90 degree angle, and ensuring that battered cameltoe was well on display.

Her other arm meanwhile shoved itself against the face of Hanna’s. Sure to not obscure her vision or her face, but enough to mush her face against the forearm of the fangirl, and assure her tear-soaked and eye-rolled face was visible and captured on camera. Including the lucky fan who had caught the similar expression of Troia’s earlier in the match. To make for one hell of a viral shot.

“1!”

“2!”

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Still hopelessly trying to nurse her battered bits, Hanna took weak gasps as she balled up in agony. The excruciating pain of the headbutt was bad enough, lingering mercilessly like a hot iron pressed between her legs, but the sheer embarrassment of her own finisher seemingly being the one to finish her off, it couldn’t have ended worse!

The actress kicked the canvas as she continued to pathetically moan out. Every single added element from the blinding lights to the roaring crowd only overwhelmed the fallen woman more as she silently begged for it all to stop, and for the match to be over at last so she could rest, her show finally done…

But of course, she hadn’t been claimed just yet, and Hanna realised that as she felt herself be yanked onto her back, splayed out once more by Troia, who may at last put the actress down and assert herself as the winner, ending her relentless torture of the taller Brit.

As the feisty fangirl confidently lay over her prize, Hanna was motionless as she felt her thick, long, limp leg be hooked, and hooked deep, her brutalised cunt on display one last time as Troia dominantly pinned the actress, adding to the humiliating scene by roughly squishing her face down to the mat, Hanna’s cheek rolled up against her forearm as her lulled, defeated expression was pushed down.

The clueless referee eventually began their count, and every fan/journalist rushed to take photos of the final sequence. Hanna could’ve sworn the ref’s count was slightly slower on purpose, but alas, their hand slapped the mat once, then twice, and as their hand went into the air for the final time, crowd excitedly chanting along thus far, the final photos were taken of the actress’ battered form, lifeless under her smaller opponent, like nothing more than a ragdoll with no fight left in her…

“THREE!!!”

The final count finished, and the bell was quickly rung to signal the end of the match. A show was indeed put on, which Hanna could at least be proud of whenever she regained sense in her, but was the price she paid really worth it?