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General Category => Polls => Members Catfight Polls! => Topic started by: Dangerous_Deb on April 11, 2016, 02:48:17 AM
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Although I still look forward to getting each of these two in a match of our own, I have pitted them against each other to see which of them comes out on top. According to Cyndi (Grapplegirl84), she and Laura have already wrestled in a match some time ago. Cyndi lost to Laura in that one and perhaps it will be enough to get her competitive juices flowing again to even out that score. Or, will Laura come back and make it a solid 2-0 in her favor ? Regardless of what strategies these girls are coming up with in their heads, they will meet this time to prove which Grapplegirl on fcf reigns supreme. Now for the two combatants.
Grapplegirl84: 5'2", 145lbs (? Unsure of actual weight)
GrapplegirlLaura 5'3", 155lbs (Also unsure of actual weight)
I will allow both of these girls to pick their choice of attire for their meeting in the ring. Now as the arena lights begin to dim and the sell-out crowd begins to cheer wildly, it's time for these two hellcats to settle their differences once an for all.
Will Grapplegirl84 show the other Grapplegirl that she doesn't stay down long without making a great comeback ? Or will GrapplegirlLaura overwhelm 84 and take a second straight win over her opponent. This is where the fans come in. Vote for your favorite, comment for your favorite and watch as this battle unfolds in the middle of the ring (or possibly out of the ring as well). Good luck to both women in this contest.
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I like the attire pictured! Boots Laura, or shall we go au natural?
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Nahhhh, no boots.....That'll leave your little piggies naked and vulnerable... :D
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Before I start this thing off, I want to thank Deb for making this happen and to my buddy Cyndi for volunteering to be my victim....er.....opponent again. We did wrestle once already a while ago and it was a lot of fun. Cyndi id sweet and I enjoy our chats and barbs that we push at each other immensely. Ok, enough of the pleasant comments to my wily (and strong) opponent. As far as attire, I'll go for the cute royal blue bikini that I have wrestled in before, and as e both agreed to, barefoot.
I enter the arena listening to the wild crowd who came to see us tonight. My 5'3", 155lb body ready to devour my opponent. Stepping into the ring, I move to my corner and strip off my ring jacket. Leaning back in my corner, I now await the arrival of my opponent. I hope she doesn't wait too long, bleaching her blonde hair backstage. I'm ready for her right now.... ;D
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Another pic for my adoring fans.....Look at that flowing red hair lol
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OH Goodie, you're both here. Now shake hands....give each other a friendly little hug..........and play nice 8)
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Great idea, Deb. Cyndi, come here so I can get my arms around you.....hehe
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This a great match-up. Couldn't have done it better myself. Although I'm sure that both girls are competent and strong, I have to go with Grapplegirl84 on this one...
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I picked Grapplegirl84 to pick up the W
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Laura wins this fight after a long grueling matchup
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Damn!!! Bad ass fight and looks like they gonna fight during the poll. Waiting to vote until I see some action. Tough choice!
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Love watching sexy thick girls rassle. lol I am cheering for Grapplegirl84.
Cheers!
T
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Before I start this thing off, I want to thank Deb for making this happen and to my buddy Cyndi for volunteering to be my victim....er.....opponent again. We did wrestle once already a while ago and it was a lot of fun. Cyndi id sweet and I enjoy our chats and barbs that we push at each other immensely. Ok, enough of the pleasant comments to my wily (and strong) opponent. As far as attire, I'll go for the cute royal blue bikini that I have wrestled in before, and as e both agreed to, barefoot.
I enter the arena listening to the wild crowd who came to see us tonight. My 5'3", 155lb body ready to devour my opponent. Stepping into the ring, I move to my corner and strip off my ring jacket. Leaning back in my corner, I now await the arrival of my opponent. I hope she doesn't wait too long, bleaching her blonde hair backstage. I'm ready for her right now.... ;D
I too wish to thank Deb for setting this up. Of course this will mean nothing when SHE and I set foot in the ring.
And to Laura my "friend", all due respect. I promise to help you up after the match. ;-)
And now I enter the ring. The other GG is in her corner looking strong and ready but she has no idea. Our first match was tame compared to what's about to happen. I climb into the ring in my red bikini, tailored to my significant curves and take my corner. Looking across, Laura doesn't look all that impressed and I guess I understand that but her tune will change in a matter of minutes.
I do some final stretching, my blonde pigtails bouncing like springs as I move and then I stand tall in my corner. I flash a pearly white smile at the redhead and await the bell. There it is . . .
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Before I start this thing off, I want to thank Deb for making this happen and to my buddy Cyndi for volunteering to be my victim....er.....opponent again. We did wrestle once already a while ago and it was a lot of fun. Cyndi id sweet and I enjoy our chats and barbs that we push at each other immensely. Ok, enough of the pleasant comments to my wily (and strong) opponent. As far as attire, I'll go for the cute royal blue bikini that I have wrestled in before, and as e both agreed to, barefoot.
I enter the arena listening to the wild crowd who came to see us tonight. My 5'3", 155lb body ready to devour my opponent. Stepping into the ring, I move to my corner and strip off my ring jacket. Leaning back in my corner, I now await the arrival of my opponent. I hope she doesn't wait too long, bleaching her blonde hair backstage. I'm ready for her right now.... ;D
I too wish to thank Deb for setting this up. Of course this will mean nothing when SHE and I set foot in the ring.
And to Laura my "friend", all due respect. I promise to help you up after the match. ;-)
And now I enter the ring. The other GG is in her corner looking strong and ready but she has no idea. Our first match was tame compared to what's about to happen. I climb into the ring in my red bikini, tailored to my significant curves and take my corner. Looking across, Laura doesn't look all that impressed and I guess I understand that but her tune will change in a matter of minutes.
I do some final stretching, my blonde pigtails bouncing like springs as I move and then I stand tall in my corner. I flash a pearly white smile at the redhead and await the bell. There it is . . .
Oh, perish the thought that I don't look impressed as my crafty opponent enters the ring. Don't let her pearly white and piggy tails fool you, folks. Cyndi is one capable performer inside of the ring. Our first fight seemed to go on for days.
I return the smile to my opponent across the ring as we await the bell. I spin in my corner and give one last stretch by pulling on the top rope and then turn to face me nemesis again just as the opening bell rings. Friendship now being tossed out the window, but respect intact, I exit my corner and begin to walk to center ring, as does my opponent, circling each other slowly. One thing our first match taught me is that you don't rush right into a melee with this girl. You have to be strategic as well as strong. Our eyes lock as we slowly close the distance, arms extended and I am looking for an opening collar and elbow lockup.....
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Uhgggg...Both of these girls are strong and know how to wrestle. It's a hard decision.. "Laura, don't try a splash because GG84 will roll out of the way and you'll get bruised boobs for your effort"........I know....Ouch
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As much as I want to vote for Laura . . . I know how tough CJ can be, so . . . I'm backing her. It will be an entertaining match and both girls are going to feel it for days but for the blonde the pain will be a trophy and for the redhead a curse.
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Uhgggg...Both of these girls are strong and know how to wrestle. It's a hard decision.. "Laura, don't try a splash because GG84 will roll out of the way and you'll get bruised boobs for your effort"........I know....Ouch
How could you not bruise your boobs, Penny ? They hit the canvas 3 feet before the rest of you... ;D I have yet to see how crafty GG84 is.....But we'll step into the ring yet together.....hehehe
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Great match up. I'm picking Cyndi. From the early returns it looks like she could use some support -- and I want this match to last.
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Giving the vote to Grapplegirl84.
Have met her here before. Seen her get into things here.
The lady shows a lot of spirit.
May not be an easy win .. Yet think she takes victory this one.
BTW Deb looking very good, her avatar photo.
Has me thinking, when done here. One of these grapplegirls. May want to get the poll hostess.
Just a little bit dirty ...
Nice set up for the poll Deb.
Also nice seeing both ladies being active in it!!
Storm
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My opponent wants a collar and elbow to start which is a nice, traditional start which in most cases I'd be glad to accept. Maybe later in the match we will lock up that way and see what happens, but this match needs to be special. So licking my palms, slapping them together and rubbing them until warm, I raise my hands, wiggle my fingers and dare my bigger opponent to lace fingers with me - yes, the classic knuckle lock.
I had one of these a few days ago with one of the muscle girls here and it took a few minutes, but her amazing legs eventually buckled from the pressure and pain in her hands and wrists. Did I mention I lift a lot of things at work? Load and unload trucks, often by hand? If I failed to do so I mention it now. So how about it Laura? Game??
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Cyndi, Cyndi, Cyndi.....Thanks so much for the eloquent job resume. But I'm aware already that you are a strong one.
As I start to close the distance between the two of us, I am thinking that my crafty opponent will come in for a collar and elbow lock but, she suddenly raises her hands in front of me and begins to wiggle her fingers and I take a step back. Ok, I'm game, so I raise my hands as well, the crowd already yelling their approval of what is to soon happen. I step back in, slowly, and start to interlace my fingers with GG84, looking to see if it's a ruse on her behalf, but she holds steady. We ensure that our grips get adjusted a little and I look my foe in the eyes. With a nod of our heads, we begin tightening our grips and testing each other. I set my legs firm on the canvas and try my best to bend those wrists back, both our faces already showing that we mean business........Let's see what comes out of this, shall we ?
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Red is all too eager to engage in this early tone setter. I am perfectly content to keep it straight but I can't help but wonder if she is up to the challenge regardless of the outcome. She presses her palms into mine and out fingers curl, almost immediately whitening from the pressure. At first we are dead even and I almost want to smile - but I can't give her any clue as to what I'm thinking. The intensity increases and still we are perfectly matched. 30 seconds or so pass and then some more time, the drama so thick you could cut it with a knife. My feet and legs are set and despite my slight height disadvantage I keep up with Laura.
More time passes and I can see in her face she is game to continue - so we do. 90 seconds in this grip and now I put just a bit more into it. Did I feel some give? Not sure so I add a little more. I am like a statue - locked in place and holding steady. I don't move from foot to foot or shift my weight. My head stays lifted proudly. And so it goes, every single person witnessing this on the edge of his or her seat. One could almost hear a pin drop . . .
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My tow-headed adversary and I are completely locked in place, our thick legs planted to the canvas firmly as we continue this painful knuckle lock. We stand so still that I think the spectators can't even believe we are this closely matched. GG84 has a lot of fans out there tonight and, at times, I can hear one of them yelling out encouragement to her but, by far, the majority of the crowd stays transfixed on our power struggle. Hearing my opponent's breath become harder satisfies me in knowing that she's going to have to work and work hard for this, but by the 2 minute mark, I am breathing just as heavily. Our arms begin to quiver slightly, but neither of us is willing to concede this strength test to the other.
I try to move my left leg forward in order to stand taller than my foe and, hopefully, use the added leverage to bend those wrists of hers backward and put her in her place. On her knees in front of me, where she belongs.....
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Hmmmm, 27 points behind. Cyndi has fans....which is good. They can carry her out of the ring when I'm finished with her..... ;D
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HAH.......Play nice.....yea, right :P
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Giving the vote to Grapplegirl84.
Have met her here before. Seen her get into things here.
The lady shows a lot of spirit.
May not be an easy win .. Yet think she takes victory this one.
BTW Deb looking very good, her avatar photo.
Has me thinking, when done here. One of these grapplegirls. May want to get the poll hostess.
Just a little bit dirty ...
Nice set up for the poll Deb.
Also nice seeing both ladies being active in it!!
Storm
.and thanks for the kind words, Stormy. I did the best I could on this poll and I hope it turns out to be a lot of fun. And I would love to get these two in the ring myself. Of course, I'll have to retire the blonde first, then I'll go after the redhead.....hehe
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Somebody better turn on the fire (Laura).......The "Boob Bruiser", Cyndi is several points ahead......But I expect much more from these two.... :D
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Very nice fight. I really could see this becoming less civil between them as emotions take over. I wish there was an option to change vote because this looks like it is going to go back and forth.
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"Tow-headed adversary"? You can explain that later.
Yes, arms are quivering - yours. This is going exactly how it went with the muscley girl. It took some time even after she was trembling but patience is a virtue.
Laura slips her left leg forward and rises - PERFECT! Just as she rises and tries to press down, I use my "height" to turn the tide. With a snappy jerk I pull our hands down until our knuckles are facing the mat. Now I pour it on, "underhanded", applying severe pressure to Red's hands and wrists. I really get under, grit my teeth and PRESS! I raise our arms a few degrees and snap them down and repeat, wanting to feel her grip weaken and pain fill her face until her body is cooperative to the point of her being on her knees! "YAHHHHHH!!"
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"Height" advantage ? You can explain that one too. Coming from someone who looks up to everyone.. :D
As I give it my best shot and get to a taller position I feel I can give a better go, leverage-wise. When all of a sudden, Blondie brings our hands down forcefully and begins to slam a surge of power into my hands and wrists. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH", this girl sure has a grip. Her pearly whites are showing again, but it's far from a smile as she brings up our arms and does it a second time....."GAHHHHH", I'm on my tippy toes now to try and alleviate some of the pain, but she keeps working it and my wrists feel like they're on fire. My fingers ? I can see them, but I've lost the feeling after having my hands clasped with this little fireplug. I grit my teeth as well and use my "Weight" advantage and strong legs to push myself forward. With a bang, I move into GG84, shoulder to shoulder now, as I bring our arms to our sides, my knees getting a little shaky. I whisper into Cyndi's ear, "Give it your best shot, girl"...
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Grapplegirl84 all day
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GrappleGirl this...GrappleGirl that...GG84............It would appear that my little blonde friend has a legion of fans here, doesn't she ? :D But I'm still enjoying this match....
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Hark!!! Do I hear the pitter-patter of little feet running for the exit door ? No chance, blondie. And you are right Penny. It appears that Cyndi has some fans here in this arena tonight... :)
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Oh Laura dear, I wouldn't be so sure that the flashing of my pearly whites isn't a smile.
You are a trooper, trying so hard to stay in this with your dignity intact. You even manage to throw your considerable weight around (I'm actually 150ish and you must be . . . well, let's just say "heavier") getting me to shuffle my feet some. But I remain strong, feeling like "the truck is just half unloaded" so to speak. And you want my best shot? You don't, but neither have you seen it yet.
You move our arms to horizontal but I say let's up the ante. Up our arms go until knuckles point to ceiling and that height advantage of yours seems to be diminishing. "Are those knees bending some? You seem to be getting shorter" I whisper with conviction and then decide it's time for more pressure. I press my right inner thigh into yours, take a breath and pressssss, those hands and wrists of yours under even greater pressure. We both know it's just a matter of time.
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I'm gonna go with the one that grapples....
:D
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I'm gonna go with the one that grapples....
:D
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I don't know about a half unloaded truck, but right now my wrists feel like they've been run over by a fully loaded cement mixer. I know that just added another 50 points to your ego, Cyndi, ol' buddy..ol' pal of mine. Oh, and it's 155lbs, to be exact.
I know, by our first meeting, that this is one of the GrappleGirl's favorite maneuvers. I have to admit, she's good at it but I think I've shown her that I can hang in there better than the others, as we have already been at it for a little over 2 minutes now. I'm about to answer her cute little taunt with one of my own. "Getting sho..........................AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", she hits me with even more pressure that I didn't even know she had left and I grit my teeth as my left knee goes to the canvas......then my right slides off of yours and also ends up in the same place. My foot must have slipped......
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"Canvas slippery on your side of the ring Laura dear?" Of course it's not and now I have the confident grappler right wear I want her. I drag the toes of my right foot across her bare tummy and then pull my foot back. She knows what's coming and I bury my foot in her gut. A solid "smack" sounds as I connect and now I am most certainly smiling.
But I grow bored with you on your knees at my feet so I turn our hands under and apply that grip of mine. "Come on, come on - on your feet like a good girl!" I pump my hands and arms, loving the look on your face which seems to be reddening like your hair!
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Welllllllll now, apparently this cocky blonde wants to play rough in here tonight. I don't know which way this match will go in the end, but I'm willing to entertain the fans at ringside and have them at the edge of their seats tonight. You game, Dear Cyndi ?
Just when I think this isn't bad enough, going down to my knees in front of this self-centered refugee from Oz, she reels back and sends her right foot into my stomach..."Ooooffff", as a gust of air escapes my lungs and my face shows that she meant business. The kick did do it's job, but I was tensing so much in that knuckle lock that I think it only did half of it's work. "Ok, honey...Let's give these people what they paid their hard earned money for", I gasp up at you. I get to my feet, with the help of my beloved buddy and push against her again, but then use my "heavier" weight advantage to pull and fall backward, this time, both my feet in her stomach as she goes sailing over me......Happy Landing, Blondie..
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"Come on now Laura sweetie, on your feet - up, up" and up you do come. It becomes immediately obvious that I should have kept you on your knees a while longer though, when you counter (yes, I admit it) quite effectively. You fall back, plant your feet in my tummy and monkey flip me over you to my back. I land hard, some of the wind knocked out of me, groaning just a bit after impact.
It's early though and I'm still fresh, so I am able to roll to my left, get to all fours and locate you. You to are making your way to your feet so I crawl to the nearest ropes and make my way to my feet. "Nice move Laura, kudos. But how are those hands and wrists feeling?" I then move in toward you, trying to be ready for anything, wanting to get back to some action.
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My wily (yes, and strong) opponent comes in for a solid landing behind me but I don't actually run and greet her at the gate. I'm just glad my hands are free from their grasp. I'm also pretty fresh in this match and also get over to me knees and then feet, as I also see my rival doing. The only difference between the two of us is that I'm shaking the fire out of my wrists. (Ohhhhhh come on now, sweety....I know yours sting some too).
I'm getting some heckles from the ringsiders as I walk around the ring, waving my wrists to both put out the fire as well as get some feeling back into my fingers. The fire starts to subside, but I can already see the "little" ring vet coming back for more. Apparently, the landing was a smooth one. Putting one leg through the middle rope, to the dismay of my adoring audience, I wave at the ref, "KEEP HER AWAY". Finally, with 80% of the smoke clearing from my hands, I step back in. Time to congratulate my opponent for a job well done as I walk to center ring and extend my right hand for a shake. It's the least I can do for the fine work she's done so far. "Good job, honey"....
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I knew the finger lock took a toll but I am very surprised to see Laura actually step thru the ropes and take some time. She would only do this to A.) make me think she's hurting worse than she is or B.) take time she really needs to recuperate. I'm going with "B" but don't think I'm completely ruling out "A".
I wait patiently at first but then snap, "Let's go Red - I'm not getting paid by the hour for this match!" and approach with caution, hands up, signaling collar and elbow. I also know that little kick to the tummy is not forgotten and payback will be coming so I watch your every move, every twitch. Planting my feet, I await your return to the inside of the ring, preparing myself for whatever you have in mind.
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Hmmmmmm, the little blonde snubs my attempt at a handshake...or perhaps she was too rattled after that test of strength that the ring environment was a bit hazy for her. But that's fine, we're here to wrestle, not show signs of affection and respect. When I hear your rant about me taking so much time, I know that this Mini-Me want to get things going.............Excellent !!!
I move slowly to the center of the ring, circling my tough opponent. Also watching for another dirty move, or anything else she has in that devious little mind of hers. A collar and elbow ? That sounds good to me and, in I go toward towards the powerhouse. Our arms go out as we advance on each other but....Ooopppppsssss, my hands are a bit higher than hers. Must be the "Height advantage". But as they do go over hers, I accidentally poke her in the eyes and then, in my haste, I think I might have raked them as I pulled away....I'm so sorry, honey.....accidents happen.....
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Would you two stop talking about height advantages...hehe You are BOTH a couple of midgets. Maybe if Cyndi stood on Laura's shoulders, I would have 1 worthy opponent.... :P
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We start toward each other and I am looking forward to moving my heavier opponent around just to show the finger lock was no fluke. We approach aggressively, hands raised and "YOWWWWWW! You BI . . ." I stop short, blinded, tears flowing from my brown eyes. I start to back up, hoping to stay away from further abuse but know you are coming. After several wandering steps my back contacts the ropes and I am stopped with nowhere else to go. I swing both hands wildly back and forth trying to keep you at bay long enough for my vision to clear sufficiently to actually see where you are. I lift my left foot and hunt for the bottom rope, finally able to step thru just as you did seconds ago, needing a break.
She wants to get rough and nasty? So be it!!
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Rough and nasty ? Well sweetie, you're playing my song..... ;)
I am immediately admonished by the blind referee for thinking that I gouged my opponent's eyes. Imagine that. Didn't he see the cowardly kick to my stomach earlier in this match ? Which reminds me, hmmmmm. Seeing my wily blonde opponent leaning against the ropes and striking out at no one gives me an idea, so I go and stand at her right side. Smiling to the unruly crowd, I raise my hand as if to quiet them down as I bring up my right knee and jam it into that "Pillsbury Doughboy". Tummy,grabbing the top rope for leverage. After a gale storm of wind blows out of her mouth, I grab a little piggy tail in my hand and lean the Titan backward against the ropes, before I bring my right hand down onto her chest....."SLLLLLLLLAP". "Awwwwwww, that'll leave a mark"........ ;D
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I'm getting the feeling that this match is going to go from wrestling to anything goes....very shortly :D
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I sense the redhead's presence and sort of see a silhouette to my right when "OOOOOOFF!!" Her knee, backed by a thick thigh and well curved hip, targets my tummy effectively. My cheeks puff and my face turns red as I struggle to pull in any air. Then, she has the nerve to pull my hair! "OWWWWW!!" I protest, but my head is yanked back, opening me up for a nasty slap to the twins! "YOOOOOOO!!" I snap, upper body lurching forward, bending me at the waist.
She's scoring some points but is also pi**ing me off! My left hand grips the top rope to steady myself and my face is red but now as much from anger as lack of air. Time to play a bit of psychology. Letting my hand slip from the rope I drop to my knees, but my left hand comes around, made into a fist and is aimed squarely for the wide open tummy in front of me.
(Penny - you're pretty sharp. ;-) )
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That slap to the twins got my opponent's attention and I smile widely as I see her sink to her knees to the side of me. The ref warns that she is in the ropes, but as I see her left hand come off the top one, I'm quick to correct him. "She's not on them now".....Now, to add a little more injury. I start out to the front of my foe when...."OOOOOOOHHHHHHH", her left comes around and into my stomach. I whoosh out some air and gasp out as the punch lands. I am excited that this girl knows how to mix it up. I love a good brawl...... ;D
But soon after the punch lands, and believe me it hurt, I see red and grab the top rope above my opponent. Up comes my right foot and into her girls again forcefully. As the little titan leans backward, I pull on the top rope and deposit her through the middle rope. The last thing I see, is her little (little ?) body rolling from the apron and then...........she's gone.....
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Congrats to my buddy Grapplegirl84. She never disappoints in a poll match. Too bad it's over, I would have loved to see where it went after getting thrown out of the ring..... ;D
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They both gave it a good go but, in the end, Grapplegirl84 takes the win. Congratulations Cyndi for putting on a good show and to Laura, of course for being a good opponent. I actually would have loved to see how Cyndi reacted to being shoved out of the ring. I think I may have to take on the winner here.
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If this Ginger is 155 pounds, I'm a svelte lightweight.
I hammer her bare tummy with a pretty good shot and it hurt her - initially. But she comes right back with a stomp down on my breasts - the nerve! I have barely reacted when I realize her foot is still pressed against my chest and I am almost punted from the ring! I tumble off the apron and onto the floor, this time certainly more angered that hurt. As quickly as I can, on all fours, I scurry along the edge of the ring and around the corner, hoping she doesn't see me and comes out after me in search of trouble - trouble I'm quite happy to deliver!
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Ginger ? GAWD, cocky blondes with dark roots annoy me.. ;)
After depositing my wily foe out of the ring, I back away swiping the already wet strands of my hair out of my face. A quick breather and then I'll make quick work of this munchkin. But as I start to wipe the sweat off of my brow, I can hear the ref counting, and it's up to 7. I rush toward the ropes with just enough effort to interrupt his count out of my sweet friend. "You're not counting her out", I tell him, "I'm pinning that girl right here tonight". As I look over the ropes, I can't seem to see the little thing. Maybe she rolled under the ring.......or used common sense and ran back to the dressing rooms.....
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And we blondes are considered dumb! Look at Laura peering over the ropes, wondering where I am. She's no Sherlock Holmes.
I have made my way around the ring and have slipped back in. The ref and my opponent, both clueless, continue to search which is good. If the ref breaks the count Laura will know I'm back so I sneak up from behind on both of them.
I have a lot of options but something catches my eye - those muffin tops on the redhead. This has gone from any chance of a wrestling match to a "who can hurt the other the most and quickest?" contest in a flash so I open my arms, form my hands into blades and slam them down into my opponent's kidneys, tomahawk chopping nastily into the fleshy area just above her significant hips. A good "smack" sounds and I dance back, figuring I better have my next move ready because I am going to need it right now.
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Sneaky little blondes...She appears to come out of nowhere. I was sure she made it for the lock rooms just to avoid any further beating. I wipe my hair out of my face. I should say wet hair, because I have seemed to work up a little sweat. Must be the humidity out here.
The ref and I are both wondering where my little blonde nemesis has gone when I get hit with pain that goes down to my toes and I fall to one knee, grabbing the middle rope to keep from going over completely. The ref even heard the impact of that blow and has already turned around to see the princess standing behind me. I use what energy I can and try to ignore the pain by moving into the nearest corner and staying on my knees while, I start to beg for a little mercy. Talk about sneak attacks...
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The sturdy redhead drops to her knees - where she belongs - at my feet!
I watch as she heads for the "safety" of the corner but that eye rake is still plenty fresh in my mind. I follow fairly closely, letting her make her way to what she thinks is a break but lifting my right foot, I stomp my bare sole to the back of her head, trying to mate her forehead with that middle buckle pad! The ref is on me about her being in the ropes but do I really care? Nope! So brushing past him I grab her hair in my left hand and make certain her head contacts that corner. She's lucky she's already on her knees!
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After my sudden sneak attack ;) from behind, I find myself in the corner hoping that the idiot ref shoves her away. I knew this little blonde wasn't woman or wrestler enough to face me and fight it out. I drape my arms over the middle rope, my lower back and kidneys stinging. I don't get one taunt out to the moron ringsiders, but that's about it.
I suddenly feel my opponents foot stomp the back of my head, sending my face into the middle turnbuckle. "REF, WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU ? GET HER OFFFFF.......YEEEEEOWWW". I feel a mini hand grab my hair from the back.....and I just had it fashioned earlier. Before I can protest, my head lurches forward and, BANGGGG, against the turnbuckle again. This time I hear music and see birdies flying around me....oh, bells too. This little thing is succeeding in making me angry. If it's a brawl she wants, I'll be glad to deliver. You know what they say about a redhead's temper....
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Are you 2 still going at it ? Maybe you should form a tag team when you settle your differences. ;D
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, and the fight continues....... *Grabs another beer and sits down at ringside* Go Girls.....
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Settle in Penny - it's about to get good.
After slamming my opponent's forehead to the buckle pad a couple times, I can see, even on her knees she's rather wobbly. While she is still shaken up, I keep up the rough tactics. I mean, after all, she's a redhead and deserves rough treatment. Grabbing her hair in both hands, I jerk her back away from the corner on her butt. Once sufficiently clear of the ropes, hanging on to her hair in my left hand, I plop my butt to the boards. I am quite tempted to go for the body scissor knowing it's pretty lethal but no, not this time. Instead, I open my legs and guide that red mop between my thighs and lock my ankles out in front of her tummy.
With her head and neck trapped quite effectively, I begin the squeeze. Just like the knuckle lock to open the contest, I ramp up the pressure slowly. Initially it's enough to just warn her but then it's tight enough to make her think. After about 30 seconds, she has to be thinking hard and I continue to increase the pressure. IO wish I could see her face - it has to be as red as her hair!
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Are you 2 still going at it ? Maybe you should form a tag team when you settle your differences. ;D
We'll form a tag team once this little blonde knows her rightful place... :D
My head still spins some from being belted against the turnbuckle twice and, where the ref in all of this. She's had her hands in my hair the entire time and he does nothing about it. Playing favorites, huh ? I still feel her hands gripping my hair and I protest loudly. "REF.....MY HAIR............SHE HAS MY HAIR", but still nothing. Then I feel myself get pulled backward and onto my butt by this savage little..................well, you know. When one hand releases me, I'm thinking it's finally over until I feel something heavy slam into the canvas behind me. Maybe she finally passed out from the working over I gave her....
No such luck, but I thinking of getting to my feet when......WOOOOOOOOOOOW, my head gets incased between a pair of flabby thighs :P and then I feel like my head is in a vice and someone is turning the crank harder and harder. GAWD it's painful and I cease to hear the heckling crowd because my ears are entombed between these tree trunks. My legs flail and slam against the canvas and my hands go up, slapping against her sweaty thighs. I'm trying to get the ref's attention by pointing towards my face, but I can't see where he is. I try to get a foot on the ropes, but I'm too far away.. "UUUUhhhhhhgggggg", I groan out. This blonde is starting to make my blood boil.
I stay locked in this devastating hold for a few minutes, the blood being drained from my head, but I still have some fight in me. Since the ref won't do anything but molly-coddle my opponent, I have to think defense. I flip my hips to the left and we both move in that direction, with the ref behind us. I stretch my right arm out, as if going for the ropes, but it's my left hand that grabs her little toes and roughly pulls them in a direction they weren't meant for. Bending them so they hurt. "AHHHHHHHHHH, LET......................ME............................LOOSE"......
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Looks like Blondie has got her right where she wants her. Nice fight.
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I do get a kick out my whining, complaining opponent. After the not so subtle rake of my eyes, she makes a mountain out of a little hair pulling. Funny!
I get the head scissor locked on in the middle of the ring and it's immediately apparent that it's effective. As the clock ticks I ratchet up the pressure, her head nearly disappearing between my considerable thighs. As the seconds become minutes I have to believe you're getting beyond the point of no return. You're a big, strong, feisty girl, but . . .
Finally you stir. Flopping us to the left, your hand goes to my adorable little feet, grabbing and twisting my pretty, painted piggies. I protest loudly but briefly as my digits are dialed so wrongly, popping my legs open and shaking my foot free. You're lying on my left leg and I want you off, so a sole to your red head shoves you off and allows me to get clear. Now it's time to find out how much that scissor lock took out of Ginger!
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I do get a kick out my whining, complaining opponent. After the not so subtle rake of my eyes, she makes a mountain out of a little hair pulling. Funny!
I get the head scissor locked on in the middle of the ring and it's immediately apparent that it's effective. As the clock ticks I ratchet up the pressure, her head nearly disappearing between my considerable thighs. As the seconds become minutes I have to believe you're getting beyond the point of no return. You're a big, strong, feisty girl, but . . .
Finally you stir. Flopping us to the left, your hand goes to my adorable little feet, grabbing and twisting my pretty, painted piggies. I protest loudly but briefly as my digits are dialed so wrongly, popping my legs open and shaking my foot free. You're lying on my left leg and I want you off, so a sole to your red head shoves you off and allows me to get clear. Now it's time to find out how much that scissor lock took out of Ginger!
"Ginger"..LOL
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Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I don't like to be called Ginger. It's quite apparent that this little refugee from the land of Oz is trying to get under my skin, but I'll be sure to play her game. ;)
After being tortured between those elephantine thighs of hers, it's a wonder that I got out, but curling her little toes appeared to do the trick. All is a sudden, and mercifully, those legs finally open up and I'm free. Well, not until she sends a powerful heel against the back of my head, which makes me wonder what kind of deal she and ref have made prior to this battle. My head is snapped forward as it lands and I roll away for a well needed breath. But why stop there, as I reach for the bottom rope and make a quick exit out the ring. She had that hold applied long enough to sufficiently drain the blood from my head and I fall to my knees, quite dizzy.
As I shake my head to clear the cobwebs, I am heckled by the crowd, who seem to like this pint sized warrior. I finally make it to my feet and walk half way around the ring, looking for a way to get back in. Hopefully she will allow me to do that without trying any more heroics. She has interrupted the ref's count, so apparently, she also doesn't want this match to end in a count out. I finally make it up to the apron on my knees and carefully re-enter the ring, glaring at my sweaty opponent. The fans have paid good money for their tickets, and I say we give them a big show. Shall we begin the festivities ?
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I can see my thick enemy is fading some. That head scissor and kick to the head seems to have disoriented her considerably. But she's not the quittin' type. She takes a little time and makes her way back into the ring, standing in front of me, trying to look tough and ready.
With a hop in my step I move to my right, beginning to circle Red. Her feet scuffle on the canvas and her legs are looking heavy. No, I did not say "fat", I said "heavy" and there is a big difference. Raising my hands and turning toward Laura ( See? Used her real name!) I am willing to lock up, collar and elbow style. I remember the eye rake all too well and figure she could and will try anything at this point. Then, looking like she might lean in, I snap forward, yell "HAHH!" as I do and bolt in, tossing my weight into her, in a sort of "collar and elbow/body bump" think, hoping to gauge her level of fatigue and get her moving against her will. Time to wear out that mind to match her body.
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I must admit, I do welcome every opportunity to wrestle this rival Grapplegirl, because she does give an opponent a good fight. There is absolutely no jobber in this girl. I also like the way a minor victory in a match, like that scissors of hers, makes her strut in front of the crowd. Well, now that I've elevated her ego, let's bring her back to earth.
That scissors hold is very efficient indeed. Maybe even the best move she has in that little bag of tricks and maneuvers, but don't rule this warrior out just because I appear to be tiring..........or, am I ?. Like a shark with a good smell of blood in the water, my opponent comes in quick. I see the victorious glimmer as she feints a collar and elbow and brings weight into me like a missile. I take a step back and bring my arms down and around her waist as we collide, locking my hands quickly and beginning the pressure. I too have efficient submission holds, and she found one in this bearhug. Turning my face from hers and resting my head on her shoulder. Yes, I know about her headbutts too.....
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Jumps to my feet as I see the two come together and try to start a crowd chant......"SQUEEZE HER....BRUISE HER BOOBS....BRUISE HER BOOBS....BRUISE HER BOOBS"....
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Penny.......LOL.........Sit down. And ease up on the beer !! :D
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Heyyyyyyyyy, what happened ...Is one of the GrappleGirl's stalling ? **Buys another beer**