Pom Pom Punchers vs. the Model Wrestlers

[Fairy Dragon]

Cheryl heard Misty's complaints but she just smirked holding her up. "Oh come on, don't say that before Ive even done the most humiliating thing to you." Cheryl said just as she pulled back and raised her foe up at the lights again. Holding her in the surfboard the whole crowd got a nice view of the models stretched out body, and Misty was left to scream and struggle in the hold as all of her limbs were used agaisnt her. She asked Hana for help, though she wasn't sure what the 'I'm sorry' was about Cheryl still found herself watching Hana thankfully she still didnt move or go for some cheap hit to break up the action.

"Looks like your on your own, cause no way am I letting you tag out if I can help it. Me and Amber will show you a thing or two." Cheryl said letting the hold continue to work her over stretching her as far back as she could. A submission didnt seem likely but letting her suffer in the hold was too worth it to pass up on. Even if she wasn't exactly a cruel person.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnnnngh! Nnnghaaahh!” Misty’s loud cries filled the arena as her body was bent further and further backward. The bright arena lights shone off her body, which was now covered with a thick sheen of sweat that highlighted every straining muscle as the model’s curvy body was stretched to its limit. Always considered a buxom girl, with an ample bust and thick ass, Misty was never known for her flexibility. Now, in front of a cheering crowd, Misty’s body was getting taken to its very limit, much to her agony.

“Aaaugh! Nnnah!” Misty shook her head when the ref came around to ask if she would submit. The model had given up hope of a tag but couldn’t bring herself to utter the humiliating words that would end this. Frowning deeply, wide-eyed, Misty tried to ignore the fact that Cheryl had stretched her so far, she could actually feel her own hair brushing across her thong-clad ass cheeks! Misty’s mind was racing, trying to come up with a counter or escape, but she had nothing. Biting her lip, Misty gasped for air, and simply hoped she could endure long enough that Cheryl would release the hold and give her a chance to recover. The only question was, how much more could her body take?

[Fairy Dragon]

Cheryl watched the model stretch and scream at her will and refused to just call it quits. So she had determination going for her at least. And she doubted she could hold her up long enough to actually break that, though she was willing to give it more time to try, at least a minute or to especially because she did enjoy seeing Misty look helpless. Though from a there she was trying to hold her there before she was going to pull on the hold some more before attempting to let her go and dropping her to the floor.

"Alright back with me sweetie!. Cant have you going to your partner." Cheryl boasted going to grab Misty and try to lift her up to her feet holding her arms back and looking to bring her in closer to the corner to be tagged in by Amber hoping that keeping Misty in there corner and restrained would do the trick.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty managed to survive the ceiling hold, but it was clear that the model was running on fumes. She hung in the air helplessly, her shoulders and round ass flexing as she was suspended in mid-air. Misty let out a loud, desperate moan as Cheryl finally released the hold, dropping Misty to the mat.

“Oooh~” Misty moaned again when Cheryl hoisted her up to her feet. The curvy model sank into her opponent’s body, her body twitching occasionally with tiny spasms of pain. Misty looked blearily toward Hana in the corner with half-open eyes, knowing full well that even if Cheryl weren’t holding her back, there was no way she could make it to her partner. Misty’s sweaty curves pressed firmly into Cheryl’s body as the model took deep, ragged breaths, hoping that she could at least take the time between Cheryl’s beat down and Amber re-entering the ring to recover some of her strength. At least, enough to start planning some kind of escape!

[Taskmaster12]

Tagged back in Amber hopped out of the corner and looked at her prey, she looked dazed the beating having taken its long toll on her impressive body. As she twirled in front of Cheryl and Misty as she waved at her partner before bringing her hands up. “Ready for round 2 sweetie?” Amber didn’t really give her a chance of answer, she would throw a fight to the women’s face. She would go lower next and slam a punch to her breasts, then her other tit. She then threw an uppercut into Misty’s belly. To finish this off she took a step back and lined up her final shot, a big tick aimed for Misty’s face.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty could only shake her head no, when Amber asked if she was ready for ‘round two.’ If anything, ‘round two’ was about the last thing in the world that the sultry young model wanted right now, but it wasn’t as if she was going to be given a choice in the matter!

“AH!” Misty cried out as Amber’s fist struck her across the cheek, rocking her. Misty sank into the corner, body presented as a curvy punching bag for the cheerleader to lay into whenever she wanted. “OOH! UHGN!” Misty’s cries of pain continued as Amber’s fists bounced off Misty’s breasts, which jiggled and bounced vigorously with each strike. Misty moaned in pain as her tender flesh ached, rolling back. Misty turned her face forward again just in time to catch Amber’s final blow, rocking the poor young woman across the face again! Misty’s eyes went cross with the impact, before her head lulled forward. Misty’s body went mostly limp against the turnbuckle, while heaving for air.

[Taskmaster12]

“No? Well that’s unfortunate. Cause here it comes.” Amber didn’t bother to let Misty’s lack of preparedness stop her, instead she just continued on the beating eagerly watching the poor model shake with each wincing hit that Amber gave her. Especially all the parts Misty loved showing off since this model had clearly infuriated both halves of this tag team with her comments and underestimation. They sought to kick ass and look cute, not be treated as cute playthings, and if they had to break a model to get that point across, then a model was getting broken. “Your probably sick of turnbuckles. Poor thing.” Amber giggles and takes a step back putting her fingers in a closed square as if evaluating a picture. “Still it’s not hard to see why your a model. Even knocked for a loop you look pretty cute. Should probably fix that.” Then Amber rushed and not with anything fancy or showy like before but a full on bull rush to slam a shoulder into Misty while she was in that corner.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty had taken every single one of Amber’s punches full-on, showing no ability to defend herself. Despite being shown first hand how tough the cheerleaders were, Misty still seemed bewildered that her two pretty young opponents could hit so hard!

“L-lemme up,” Misty moaned, voice quivering. Misty still shook her head no, wanting to get herself back in the fight but being in no physical condition to do so, whatsoever! As Amber stepped back and assessed her, squaring her fingers like a camera, Misty took a moment to breathe. It almost seemed as if the model couldn’t help but pose, though, drawing her body long and lean as Amber looked her over. Misty arched her back, taking a deep breath as her generous breasts swelled against her bra, and she ran her fingers through her sweat-matted hair. Eyes closed, Misty took deep breaths, trying to keep herself from panicking.

“Misty, look out!” Hana cried out, from ringside. Misty had been so focused on her own suffering body, she had no idea that Amber was rushing in on her! Misty’s body was squashed against the corner as Amber bull rushed her, Amber’s fit figure squishing Misty’s soft, pillowy body against the mat. Misty let out a long, loud moan, and went limp. She was about ready to fall flat on her curvy ass … if Amber allowed it!

[Taskmaster12]

After slamming into her Amber did indeed let her drop, the sound of air leaving her as she slammed into that soft body of Misty keeping an eager smile on Amber’s face. “Careful Misty. With poses and moans like that you might actually make me enjoy causing your suffering.” still with her knocked on her ass and the opportunity open for all Amber turned around and began to shake her ass..as she got closer and closer to the cornered Misty. Not just looking to beat her but humiliate her Amber actually began to shove her butt in Misty’s face and shake it from side to side while she was down there.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty fell onto her thick ass, almost looking grateful for the chance to rest. Her head lulled back against the turnbuckle, eyes wincing and opening as she tried to fight back from the pain. Eyes bleary with tears, Misty would eventually manage to open them … just in time to see Amber backing her own ass up toward Misty’s face!

“N-no! No way! C’mon, please, no!” Misty begged, head shaking in vigorous protest as she saw the two firm cheeks of Amber’s ass inch closer to her face. The crowd came alive laughing, as the model tried and failed to take her fate with dignity! Misty’s face was quickly pressed against Amber’s toned ass, her nose smothered between two firm butt cheeks! Misty’s arms flailed in useless protest, and her legs kicked wildly and pitifully as Amber’s butt smothered the poor model. Usually one to try such a move herself, Misty could only sit back and take her punishment, realizing she was too weak to fend off this ultimately humiliating and perfectly degrading attack!