Pom Pom Punchers vs. the Model Wrestlers

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“Huh? Sorry I couldn’t here you over everyone’s universal approval of what’s coming next.” Amber mocked her begging and then shoved her butt in her face regardless shaking her sexy rear across her and letting Misty feel the fact that she was being handled so well by the Punchers. Amber didn’t let up either especially since it seemed she was getting used to being stuck and Maher would letnthr love continue until the Red made her back off.

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The laughs and catcalls of the fans burned in Misty’s ears as Amber’s toned ass bounced her face around mercilessly. Trapped, there was nothing that Misty could take in except the heat of Amber’s body, the taste of her toned cheeks as they bounced her around, and the absolute shame of getting stinkfaced in front of thousands of screaming fans.

Misty’s cheeks burned, the embarrassment mounting. Now she was getting stinkfaced, but before that she was getting pummeled, punched, tossed around like a blow-up doll. This was not how the young model had imagined herself in a wrestling ring. And as the frustration mounted, Misty started to think of what she could do, how she could end this. Without a single idea from her admittedly narrow grasp of technical wrestling, and with two perfectly toned ass cheeks bouncing Misty’s pretty face around like it was nothing, her anger finally boiled over. Misty brought her face up, nose rubbing across the curve of Amber’s ass, as she opened her mouth. Then, viciously, Misty bit down, teeth closing over Amber’s butt, biting for all she was worth!

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The Red was counting and Amber knew she’d have to let up soon but she still had time and this was too fun to pass up. Her rear shook from side to side bouncing agaisnt her face and letting them smother her out. Though just as Amber heard the count reach 4 she found herself abandoning the hold. And not because she wanted to or because she felt it had served its purpose but because the Model took a big chunk of her ass and bit into it...hard. ”Oowww!” Amber screamed and tried to pull away her hands going to her ass as she hopped around looking kinda silly. She could not believe Misty just bit her like that, and it felt like she nearly broke skin though under her shorts she couldn’t tell.

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The crowd went realized when they realized what Misty had just done to her opponent, though the referee looked like she was about to have a fit. Misty, meanwhile, was simply happy that the fans were cheering something she was doing, not just something that was happening to her. Misty would release the bite as Amber pulled away, and followed up her surprisingly rough attack with a hard slap, her entire hand smacking across Amber’s toned ass cheek!

Taking a deep breath, Misty pushed herself up to her feet. “You like that?” Misty called out, holding up the hand that had just smacked across Amber’s perky cheerleading bottom. Misty took a step and stumbled. It was clear that the model-turned-wrestler wasn’t ready to be up on her feet, but Misty didn’t want to let up, for fear of losing her momentum.

“Here we go!” Misty declared, pushing herself forward. Misty tried to capitalize off Amber’s shock, lurching forward with an arm extended for an attempt at a lariat. Mostly, it was Misty falling forward with her arm out, but it was the first thing resembling offense she’d managed all match!

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“Aah! Fucking shit! Mother of-oh I’m going to fucking-Aggh get off!” Amber screamer feeling her teeth sinking in her as she finally let go Amber took several steps away from her to get away from the cheat Model. Who bites someone like that. It was a stinkface not a career wnding submission. Amber was hurt but she was also actually pissed, not annoyed like she was at being overlooked but actually pissed. She turned expecting Misty to still be out on her feet, and then she saw her close in and actually slam her with a clothesline. “Huuagh!” despite the sloppiness of the mov Amber wasn’t exactly to a full on base and it actually was followed with some decent amount of power enough that it caught her chest and actually knocked her to the mat.

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The ring thundered beneath Misty’s feet as her lariat surprisingly did the job and rocked Amber to the mat. The blonde cheerleader seemed as shocked as the fans in the audience, who let out a cheer for Misty’s surprise rally. Hearing them, Misty was clearly feeding off of the energy of the fans.

“Yeah!” Misty called out. “Hell, yeah!” The model jumped up into the air, enthusiasm getting the better of her. She pumped a fist, then held her hands up for the fans. Sweat was streaming down her curvy body, which glowed in the arena lights, as her eyes could only come half-open. Meanwhile, on the apron, Hana was waving her arm wildly, practically begging Misty to make a much needed hot tag!

“Yeah!” Misty gasped, seeing her partner. Misty lunged for the Model Wrestlers’ corner, arm extended fully as she reached for Hana’s waiting hand. Fingers fully extended, arm reaching as far as it would go … Misty’s tag still came up several feet short, the girl not having the energy to actually make it to her side of the ring! The crowd’s cheers fell dead silent as Misty’s body bounced off the canvas, eventually settling with Misty’s face down, and her round butt cheeks jiggling in the breeze, center of the ring!

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Amber’s hands went to her chest after being knocked on her ass like that. Though she wasn’t badly hurt she heard the crowd getting pumped which meant only one thing...Misty was prepping for a rally, she could not let her take control again after that and she needed to make sure that she got back to defending herself so carefully she came up expecting the model to be on her or go for a tag, her eyes turned to the opponents corner where she saw Misty jump for a tag, and miss it by a damn mile. Her face flared up and her eyes went wide, the dumb bitch actually fucked up a tag. And she was the one who let her take control for a second. Amber bursted off her feet and towards Misty in a blitz, angered by her own screw ups just as much as she was Misty’s little ‘comeback’ she would grab her leg and pull her away from Hana before grabbing her head and lifting it up. To make it hit the mat again and start moving it along the mat like a rag trying to get out a stain.

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Misty raised her head, one eye squinting and the other wide open in shock. The model looked utterly baffled as to how she’d gone from lariat-slinging badass on the verge of making her big hot-tag comeback, to lying flat on her belly, sucking wind. Misty tried to push herself up, but every attempt to push up just made her lightheaded. The bruises that were forming on her body stung as she sank into the mat, uncertain of what to do next. At ringside, Hana only stared in silent, jaw-slacked horror. Her hand was still extended for a tag, but only because what she saw made her freeze up completely.

“AAAH!” Misty wailed as Amber took her leg and yanked her back toward the corner. “AAOW!” Misty cried again as Amber yanked her head up. “Let go of my hair!” Misty whimpered, looking at Amber’s furious face with clear fear in her eyes. Unfortunately, the humiliation Misty was already feeling at screwing up her one big chance was only made worse when Amber thrust her face into the mat and started to mash her face roughly against the canvas. Misty’s fists pounded the ring, her feet weakly kicking while her last remaining dignity was ground out of her. Amber was now literally wiping the floor with her!

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As she pretty much forced Misty’s head to be a rag and try and give her pretty face mat burns, Amber wasn’t focused on how much this would hurt, though she would do some more actual damage when she pulled Amber’s head up once more just to drive it into the mat as hard as possible. “That was your big comeback...and yet your wondering how were beating you? I’m starting to question how you even survive in every day life.” Amber was not at all amused by the situation at hand to say the least. She would finally pull Misty off her feet and then snapmare her on her but. Tagging in Cheryl she would instruct her friend to go to one side while she went on the other and on the count of three both of them would swing for some big kicks to hit her chest and back at the same time.

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Misty’s face reddened, both from the rough grinding against the canvas and from the humiliation of being treated like trash in the center of the ring. The poor model was bewildered, not even sure how she’d failed to tag in Hana, and Amber’s taunting only made her feel lost in her own shame and inadequacy. “Sh-shut up!” Misty tried to protest, hands punching the mat as her face was wiped repeatedly across the canvas!

Misty had bigger problems, though. Misty got yanked up, but was quickly tossed onto her thick ass with a groan of pain. Shaking her head, Misty wasn’t aware of the tag until it was too late. “Oh no, c’mon, no way!” Misty protested, right before her back and breasts were laid into with hard kicks from both the Pom Pom Punchers!

“AAAUGH!” Misty cried out, back arching, mouth curving into a deep frown. Misty took deep, silent sobs as she slowly rolled over to her side, body frozen in pain.