Thunder & Lightning vs Love & Lust: Strip Smother Collar Chaos

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Lyssa truly hated being trapped under ass. To be fair, a reverse facesit was a pretty gruelling end for any wrestler – a sweaty, humiliating, smothering climax to a fight, leaving the victim with a squashed face, throbbing head, aching lungs, and the unpleasant memory of being nose-deep in their enemy’s butt. For the energetic buzzbomb Lyssa, who loved to be constantly on the move, the sensory blackout and the helplessness of being utterly stuck were the antithesis of her style, giving her an extra reason to hate the ordeal.

When she woke, she was pissed. Consciousness returned to her with a painful jolt. Blinking, she angrily staggered upright, and took a step towards Jamie – only for the collar (which she hadn’t realised she was wearing) to tense, jerking her neck back and depositing her back on her ass in the corner with an embarrassing thud.

“GARGHHH!!!” the naked, seated girl screeched in pure frustration, as the realisation kicked in, that she had been beaten, stripped, and collared, meaning the boys had fully secured the smother win over her.

Rage was swirling within Lyssa. Visibly seething, she stared daggers at Jamie, but with her head stuck in the collar, and minimal range of movement, there was literally nothing she could do, beyond sulking in the corner.

Storm, meanwhile, was surveying the scene somewhat impassively. Sure, it was bad news that her team had suffered the first fall. That said, Jamie’s quip about Lyssa being quiet had made her smirk, and she had to admit that Lyssa maybe deserved some punishment, for signing them up to this crazy match in the first place.

The big brunette was looking forward to teasing Lyssa about all this, once she’d finished wiping the floor with the boys. To that end, she stepped smartly into the ring.

“Guess it’s down to me,” she said drily, before lunging aggressively at Jamie, trying to catch him in a side headlock before he could try anything clever.

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With a naked Lyssa having been thoroughly subdued underneath his rear end, Jamie would take the unconscious bluenette and slowly drag her over to the corner, fastening the collar around her neck and rendering her officially eliminated from the match. It took her a moment after she was set there to wake up, but as Jamie stepped back, he would find Lyssa soon rousing back to consciousness, her eyes fluttering open as she quickly evaluated where she was, standing and making a move towards the male, only to be stopped! The harness kept her attached to the post by her neck, and despite a quite emphatic scream of anger, it was clear that she was going nowhere fast, having been the first to be eliminated! Jamie only offered a wry smirk in Lyssa's direction in response, watching her sink into the corner with an amused smirk, while Angel was a bit more sympathetic!

"We're sorry Lyssa! I promise, we'll make it up to you later!" Angel's words were genuine, though given the personality of the collared spitfire, it was highly unlikely that they would actually make her feel any better. But while Angel offered some soothing comments, Jamie would turn his attention back to Storm, as the bottomless heavyweight would slip back into the ring, rejoining the action as the lone member left on her team!

"I guess it IS down to you. Ya know, no shame if you- Nnngh!" The snarky words from Jamie were suddenly cut off as Storm surged forwards, wrapping her arms around him and yanking him into a side headlock! Jamie was forced up against the bigger woman as she took control of him, but he was far from out of clever things to do, given that the woman to his side seemed the type to get tripped up easily, at least when it came to the type of offense this match encouraged!

With that in mind, Jamie would take a moment, twisting ever so slightly in Storm's side headlock as he tested how her grip was, before he would swing a hand down, clapping it hard against Storm's thick ass! His hand slid down along her skin as well, brushing ever so briefly between her legs, before he would suddenly give a hard shove, looking to push her off of him and towards her partner! He hoped that forcing Storm to catch herself before crashing into a trapped Lyssa would give him some time to prepare, better than he had when she had initially caught him!

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Having managed to drop herself on her butt in the corner, and having a public fit of embarrassed rage, Lyssa was not in the mood to listen to Angel’s earnest apologies. The collared, naked girl simply turned her head to the side, and stared daggers at the babbling blonde, visibly unimpressed with him.

With the in-ring action, the girls appeared to be faring better, initially at least, as Storm got a good hold on Jamie, bringing him in to a domineering headlock with ease. Too easy, in fact. Whilst Storm was no stranger to heel tactics, she was somewhat naive in erotic heel tricks, and this absolutely caught her out as the otherwise helpless Jamie managed to slap her ass and grope her crotch! Her brown eyes widened in shock as her bare bum received the hard, humiliating spank. Her body quivered briefly, which was all the opening Jamie needed, to push back at her broken defense and send her stumbling over to the corner.

As it happened, Lyssa’s corner. The seated bluenette stopped glaring at the annoying Angel, and looked round in alarm as Storm’s large frame came careering over to her.

“No!” Lyssa winced, instinctively trying to back away, but stuck on her ass and chained to the turnbuckle, there was nothing she could do but watch. Storm was staggering and unbalanced, but instinctively managed to turn herself as she crashed into the corner…

...meaning that Lyssa inadvertently got a face full of Storm’s ass. Her BARE ass, to make matters worse.

“MMPHHH!!” Lyssa moaned indignantly, kicking her legs angrily, as poor Storm scrabbled to grab the ropes and pull herself out of the corner, so that she could stop giving her partner this embarrassing accidental stinkface.

“Agh! Sorry!” Storm spluttered, a bit shaken at having had Lyssa nose-deep in her derriere, much to the amusement of the rest of the arena.

“Oh you’re sorry?? YOU’RE sorry!?” Lyssa spat back. “You think I haven’t had enough fucking ass in my face today?? Clumsy bitch!!”

“Oh fuck off,” Storm snarled back. “I didn’t even want this match, remember??” She knew that Lyssa was having a torrid time and just needed to vent, but Storm was still angry that her bad-tempered partner had taken it out on her. All this squabbling meant that she was momentarily distracted from the match itself.

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The collar had been fastened, and with that one action, Lyssa had been officially taken out of the match, the bluenette waking up shortly afterwards and realizing what had just occurred, while receiving some apologetic words from the blonde in the corner! Lyssa's withering gaze didn't stop him from flashing her a warm and affable smile, in spite of how she clearly was not amused with his sentiments, but in the end, amused or not, it wouldn't much help her now that she had been attached to the post! It meant that Storm would need to come in and handle both of them to win this match, a somewhat daunting prospect, but on paper, she certainly had the size for it. And the attitude as well, as she would rush towards Jamie when entering the ring, quickly grabbing hold of the male wrestler and wrangling him into a headlock, holding him tight against her, a position that seemed quite in control!

Unfortunately for her, she would have that control broken easily when Jamie suddenly swung a hand down behind her, clapping his palm against her ass before slipping a hand through her legs to tease it against her crotch! Storm's hold evaporated quickly after that point, as Jamie would bring his hand up to her back and give her a hard shove, pulling his head free as he sent Storm rushing over to the corner of the ring. Incidentally, the same exact corner where a completely naked sat, stuck in her collar!

The two collided in quite the amusing fashion, Storm turning around to cushion the blow, but inadvertently slamming her naked ass into her partner's face, delivering quite the stinkface accidentally. But as she pulled herself off of Lyssa, the two began to argue, and during that time, Jamie was more than willing to continue, as he suddenly rushed towards the bickering duo! His aim was simple, and it was an easy move to execute, as he leaped up and aimed a dropkick square at Storm's midsection, aiming to blast her backwards and right back onto Lyssa's face, knocking the air out of her and forcing her back into the humiliating position she had just escaped! To say nothing of what this would subject Lyssa to!

"Stay right there and enjoy each other's company!" Jamie called as he rolled back up to his feet, stepping backwards to his corner and reaching out a hand to Angel, tagging his partner in! The blonde would join him in the ring, and as the two lined up side by side, they shared a brief nod, before both rushing towards the cornered Storm, looking to drive their shoulders into her stomach in the corner, both pounding the air out of her with a dual spear!

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The seated, collared Lyssa was a vision of seething anger as she bickered harshly with her colleague. In truth, pretty much all of her frustration stemmed from her recent, humiliating knockout via reverse facesit, and Storm herself was largely blameless, but Lyssa was in a bad enough mood to lash out at anyone available.

The bluenette was distracted by her diatribe with Storm, but at least her position, facing out towards the ring, gave her a better view what Jamie was planning.

Her brown eyes widened as she glanced over Storm’s shoulder. “Look out!!” she screeched, dropping her argument with Storm to warn her of the impending attack.

“Huh?” Storm, not for the first time, was caught flat-footed, the big brunette a little slow to turn and address the threat. Too slow. Jamie was already launching himself toward her in an aggressive dropkick, before the Scot could even register what was happening.

“Hnngh!” the half-dressed woman grunted as Jamie’s flying feet landed square in the centre of her chest. Whilst her opponent wasn’t the heaviest, he had still built up some decent momentum, and the kick was enough to knock the unprepared Storm off-balance. Arms windmilling, she toppled backwards.

Oh no, thought both girls, although for markedly different reasons.

Just as Jamie had planned, Storm fell ass-first back towards the turnbuckle – and towards her partner’s face!!

“Fffmmphh!!” Lyssa’s cries of exasperation were cut short as she caught yet another face full of Storm’s big bare backside. This was her second ‘friendly fire’ stinkface in quick succession, but it wasn’t just the humiliation that made this one worse. Storm had been falling, which meant that more of the heavyweight’s bulk was behind the impact. The net result was that poor Lyssa’s nose got wedged into her partner’s unprotected ass crack with quite some force!

Storm grimaced, embarrassed at the situation as she felt Lyssa’s face very intimately against her rear. This was becoming slapstick, and even if she herself wasn’t getting quite the worst of it, she still hated looking stupid. There was no quick fix for her predicament, though, as the girls’ bodies shook with the unplanned impact. Storm’s falling weight bumped Lyssa painfully downwards, the back of her head slipping from the middle rope, and thumping onto the bottom rope as she slumped. All the while, Storm was stuck giving her the inadvertent stinkface, slumping down into a semi-sitting position. All of which meant more pressure, and more pert posterior pushing down on the hapless Lyssa!

Her slumped position also made it harder for Storm to extract herself. It was quite the sight, fans cruelly cheering as the smothered Lyssa kicked her legs in protest, as Storm fumbled with the ropes and tried to pull herself back upright. The big girl was quivering with embarrassment and anger as she finally peeled her cheeks from Lyssa’s face.

“Gahh! Ugh!! Fuck!!” Lyssa spluttered, pulling a face and coughing as she squirmed, largely on the mat now, struggling to come to terms with these extremely unwelcome stinkfaces. What thoughts she was able to form, were angry.

Storm too, looked pretty disoriented, clearly riled by how ridiculous Jamie had made her look. If the bastard had planned that, she was going to dismantle him. Actually, scratch that, even if he’d gotten lucky, she was definitely going to…

The crowd noise intensified. Storm had been focused on extracting herself from her awkward position in the corner, and she hadn’t realised that Jamie had made the tag with Angel.

“Shit,” she muttered in alarm, at the unexpected sight of both of the boys running towards her. She had a split-second to brace herself. But it wasn’t enough.

Jamie and Angel’s well-coordinated spear SLAMMED into Storm’s gut. She groaned as she took the full force of their charging shoulders in straight in her stomach. This combined blow knocked her heavily backwards, slamming her spine painfully into the adjacent turnbuckle. For a second, she was squashed between the steel post and the boys’ bodies, their momentum driving into her and squashing the air from her lungs. Stunned, she slumped downwards…

...which dropped her ass-first onto the floored Lyssa’s face! Lyssa gave a further yelp of frustration as her partner's rear descended down toward her upturned features.

“No, not agai-mmpphhh!!” she managed to complain before she was muffled by the bigger woman’s bare booty, suffering a painful, skull-rattling thump as Storm’s butt dropped down onto her. Lyssa’s face disappeared, her limbs quivering weakly in scandalised protest.

This was fast approaching farcical, but the floored girl could do nothing – Storm, slumped in the corner, was now sitting directly on her face, enveloping her features in smothering flesh, far too heavy for the disoriented Lyssa to move, despite her fury.

Storm herself wasn’t exactly thrilled, either. The double spear had stunned her, and she sat groggily in the corner, temporarily oblivious to the suffering she was causing to her partner below. After a moment, she felt Lyssa squirming, and Storm gave a gasp of embarrassment at what she had inadvertently done. Grimacing, she reached for the ropes and tried to pull herself up from this seated position, though her back and core were aching from the collision, and she couldn’t move quickly, much to Lyssa’s despair!

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With Storm only beginning to pull herself up and off of Lyssa's face, Jamie's well-timed dropkick would have the exact effect that was desired from it, which was to send Storm immediately crashing back down onto her partner, as Lyssa suffered yet another healthy dose of ass. Wedged between Storm's naked cheeks, the blue haired spitfire's groans of dismay were quickly drowned in the hefty rear end parked atop her, all while Jamie was free to pick himself up, dust himself off, and head to his own corner. A quick tag to Angel would allow the blonde to join in on the fun, and as they both moved to the center of the ring, Storm was once more picking herself up, as Lyssa slipped all the way down, freeing herself by laying flat on the mat. But once more, Storm would be just barely too slow to stop Jamie and Angel, as they charged at her in tandem, diving forwards and slamming their shoulders into her stomach for a dual spear!

The impact was hard, both men sinking their shoulders into Storm's unprotected midsection for a moment, and when the stepped away, Storm fell. Quite humorously, once again on her partner's face. Lyssa was now being facesat by Storm, all of the heavyweight's curvy frame planted square on her, burying her in those cheeks once more, as Jamie and Angel stepped back to admire their work!

"Oof. Not sure I'd be in such a hurry to get up. She's probably gonna give you a real mouthful in return for that face-full." Jamie's tone dripped with amusement at Storm's situation, but in accordance with the rules, he'd begin heading back to his corner, leaving Angel in the ring with the big Scotswoman!

"Ah... shame it's wasted on someone who doesn't appreciate it..." Angel teased as well, sounding almost wistful, as he approached Storm, who was struggling to pick herself up. At first, it seemed like Angel might be looking to push her back down or to hit her with another move in the corner, but his true intentions were much different than that. With a sudden and athletic hop, Angel would jump up, legs on either side of Storm as he stepped onto the middle rope, getting nice and close, pushing his bulge into Storm's face as he used his artificial height to stand tall above her!

"Alright everyone, check this out!" Angel happily called to the crowd, giving a light bump of his hips against Storm's face before the ditzy blonde went for something big! He'd jump up again, this time wrapping his thighs around Storm's head, as he suddenly swung backwards, confidently attempting to use his momentum to swing Storm overhead, trying to fling the much larger wrestler through the air with a huricanrana designed to send her out of the corner!

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Storm’s battered core was aching as she gripped the ropes and pulled herself upright in the turnbuckle. If nothing else, she was grateful to have extracted herself from the dreaded ‘seated-in-corner’ position, which seemed to have invited so many stinkface moves in this match. A secondary bonus was that her butt was no longer in Lyssa’s face.

Lyssa herself should have been grateful at that, too, although the collared bluenette was so badly battered and smothered, she was hardly receptive right now, obviously dazed at the ordeal she had been through.

The Brits’ apparent reprieve looked to be short-lived, however, as Angel shoved Storm assertively back against the ringpost, and clambered up the ropes himself, positioning his crotch against Storm’s face.

“Ungh…” Storm grunted angrily as the blonde cheekily bumped his thong-clad manhood into her features. This would be the least of her worries, however, as the agile blonde wrapped his thighs around her head, shaping for a corner hurracanrana!

The fans held their breath. Storm grimaced and braced herself…

...and then, at the apex of the move, grabbed a firm hold of Angel’s body, stopping him from completing the hurracanrana!

There was an awkward pause as Angel realised he was stuck atop Storm’s broad shoulders.

The semi-clad Scotswoman took a couple of unsteady steps forward, carrying them clear of the corner.

She repositioned her arms, and then completed her counterattack by slamming Angel downwards, throwing him harshly to the mat, in an angry powerbomb manoeuvre!!

The ring shook at the violent impact. The half-dazed Storm stood over her opponent, fists clenched, too tired for words but eager to reinforce the statement of intent that everyone had just witnessed – she was absolutely no pushover, and Angel very well might have bitten off more than he could chew here!

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This match certainly had taken a turn. It was always meant to be an affair that invited a certain amount of humiliation, upon at least two wrestlers, but it seemed that every single one was going to get their fill of embarrassment in this match, with Storm and Lyssa certainly feeling the effects of that now. Not only had Lyssa been fully eliminated, stripped down nude, smothered out, and collared in the corner, but now Storm had been thrust her way, and Lyssa had been the recipient of a bare assed stinkface, coming from her own partner. That had then been upgraded to a bare ass facesit when she had slipped down to the canvas and Jamie and Angel had speared Storm, leaving her to languish while Storm did her best to recover. Angel and Jamie, who had been working together up until that point, would be forced to abide by the tag rules following their double team, and Jamie would return to their corner, leaving Angel alone.

The blonde, riding high on the fact that himself and Jamie were currently dominating Storm and Lyssa quite thoroughly, decided that now was the time for a bit of showmanship, scaling the turnbuckles to place his groin against Storm's face! Angel was looking for something big, and for that purpose, he would jump up and wrap his legs around Storm's neck, before whipping himself backwards, looking to send the heavyweight flying with a sudden huricanrana!

...Storm went absolutely nowhere. Given the size difference, it was already a big ask to try and get her off of her feet, but as she steadied herself and grabbed hold of Angel, the blonde would find himself lifted up atop Storm's shoulders as she carried him out of the corner!

"W-wait a- UUUUGH!" Angel was stopped before he could begin as Storm suddenly whipped him into the canvas, delivering a powerbomb so hard that the curvy blonde would physically bounce off of the mat from the force of it! And when he came to rest on the mat, it was wide eyed, all of the air driven out of him, thoroughly pacified by Storm's monstrous powerbomb!

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The arena was raucous at the dramatic turnaround, Storm’s harsh powerbomb rattling the ring. The big brunette felt a rush of self-righteous adrenaline, but she forced herself to stop and take a couple of breaths as she surveyed the battered blonde at her feet.

The cheers of the rowdy crowd were encouraging. Nourishing, even. Storm had a warrior’s soul, and she didn’t mind a hard-fought scrap… but being humiliated irked her in a way pain never could. These flirtatious femboys were going all-out to try and humiliate the girls, but finally Storm felt like she was in a position to turn the tables. She wanted respect, and she wanted revenge. Poor Angel would be made to pay the price.

After her brief pause to collect herself, the thunder-faced Storm came back to life, with anger in her eyes.

“What was that? Hm? Wait? No, I don’t think I will,” she snarled. The brunette bent down and scooped Angel’s limp body back up off the mat, feet-first this time, setting him up for an inverted piledriver.

She let him hang ominously for a second, his head nestled against her bare pussy. The size and strength disparity between the wrestlers was painfully apparent now; despite all she had been through, Storm was making this look effortless.

Storm let the anticipation build, and flashed her eyes across the ring at Jamie, fixing him with a disdainful sneer. She wanted him to know how badly his partner was about to get it.

With a grunt of effort, she jumped up and shaped for the piledriver, before SPIKING Angel down hard, head-first into the canvas. The ring rattled with the violence, surpassing even the previous powerbomb by some margin.

Storm let herself land atop Angel as he flopped onto his back. The Scotswoman hit the power move superbly and, now straddling her victim, reached forwards and tugged the pink thong down off Angel’s thighs, exposing his manhood; she then pulled the underwear off his ankles entirely, leaving him completely naked.

The brunette looked supremely dominant now, as she hovered ominously over the man sprawled powerlessly between her legs. She wrinkled her nose disdainfully at the lurid pink bottoms dangling in her hand, then crumpled them into a ball… before reaching down and shoving the skimpy garment roughly into Angel’s mouth!

“Not so chatty now, are you?” she mocked, looking down over her shoulder, and giving her bare butt-cheeks a playful slap, making sure all eyes were focused on what was coming.

Storm grinned wickedly, and then sat down heavily on the gagged wrestler, subjecting him to a punishing, bare-bottomed reverse facesit!

“Okay, now I’ll wait,” she smirked, wiggling her hips to get comfortable in the cruel smother.

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With Jamie and Angel having had control of the match for much of the past few minutes, it was a sudden turn when Storm managed to catch the blonde before he could complete his move, carrying him out to the center of the ring in a show of her pure strength. And then, all at once, she would firmly snatch back her position in this match as she swung the effeminate male down to the canvas in a powerbomb that quite literally bounced him off the mat from the sheer force of it, brutally crushing the air out of him with the move! Several in the audience winced at the impact, even Jamie providing a small hiss at his partner's expense, as Storm laid him out, leaving the poor blonde flat on his back and staring up at the lights with wide eyes, unable to do much more than wheeze and try to recover the air that had been forced out of him!

And to nobody's surprise, Storm wasn't done there. Angel, before he could fully inhale again, was suddenly plucked from the mat, Storm simply hauling him back up and into the air, wrapping her arms around his waist after pulling him up by his feet and setting his body up against hers. Angel's face was pressed close against Storm's bare pussy, a position he might have found enjoyable had she not had his head dangling dangerously just above the mat, all while taking a moment to look over at Jamie, the raven haired male raising a eyebrow at her.

Her threat was readily abundant, but Jamie didn't seem to be so bothered by it. In truth, he was well aware that Angel had made a mistake in attempting to show off like he had, and now, there was nothing that he could do to stop his blonde partner from facing the consequences! That being Storm suddenly jumping up before spiking Angel's head into the mat with a devastating piledriver, drilling the last of his wits right out of him!

"UUGNH!" Angel yelped as his head hit the mat, before he went limp, Storm soon letting go and allowing him to flop down to the canvas with a dull thud, Angel only barely conscious. His gaze was unfocused and his body was refusing to respond to any commands, lying still as Storm moved to straddle his head, reaching down and peeling his tiny pink thong down the length of his legs, letting his erect cock spring free from it. Angel's vision was barely clearing, waking up to the sight of Storm's powerful and curvy frame hovering just above him, before she reached back, taking his thong and stuffing it into his mouth, gagging him with his own underwear. That, humiliating as it was, was secondary to the danger that he realized he was in as she reached back and clapped her hands against her thick, bare ass, her cheeks jiggling ominously above him!

"Strf! Mmmmph!" Angel only managed one, muffled cry before Storm suddenly descended, and in an instant, buried Angel's face deep between her bare asscheeks, sitting down flush on his face with a suffocating reverse facesit! Angel's face was smothered and squashed by Storm's massive rear as she wiggled her hips to get comfy, the curvy blonde forced to endure Storm's revenge as she slowly smothered him with her naked ass, slowly depriving the winded blonde of the remaining air that he had!