“Christy vs. Heather – Battle for the Creampuff Crown”
by JJJ
(I've been away for a while...sorry for the delays in updates with this series...been going back and forth between this and the Natacha series...should have another story posted soon)
Brittany: So let me get this straight, this next match is for a crown of some sort? We are rewarding the girls of the league for loosing?
Carolyn: That’s right…it’s a battle for the Creampuff Crown
Brittany: HAHAHAHAH Why not call it the “I can’t win a match, have no in-ring ability, get stripped naked, show off my big fake tits, and look like a slut Crown” just give it to Christy and let’s skip this match!
Carolyn: Fans this match should be a great contest as Christy who is 0-3 is facing off against Heather who is 0-2 so far in the league!
Brittany: How the fuck can this be a great match? We have two slut’s who haven’t won a match? That’s like saying the two worst teams in football should play in the Super Bowl…and it would be a great game…you dumb bitch I should smack the stupid right out of your mouth!
Carolyn: Well any way these are two fan favorites
Brittany: (interrupting) Look they are fan favorites because they look like sluts, have fake tits, dress like whores, and strip naked during their matches…this match should be called Slut Bowl!
Carolyn: Speaking of stripping, the fans will definitely love this match as it’s going to be a catfight
but with the stipulation that the only way to win was completely strip your opponent’s clothes off!
Brittany: Great! So now you’re telling me there is a 100% chance of one of these skanks get stripped…God this wrestling federation is a joke!
“Coming down the aisle first standing 5’5” weighing 120lbs. with measurements of 34D-24-36 is HEEEAAAATTTHHHERRR!!!”
Heather looked incredible when she emerged from the dressing room as she was without a doubt of hottest girl in the league. The fans went crazy when the brunette sauntered up to the top of the ramp and slowly made her way down to the ring in her 3 inch ankle wrap stilettos. She was wearing lacy red thong and a matching lacy red and black corset that thrust her breasts together perfectly producing a canyon of cleavage. Heather had long brown wavy hair that ended in the middle of her back, and bounced with each step she took. Her face looked incredibly sexy as she went extra heavy on the makeup to ensure that she brought out her “bedroom eyes” going with dark eyeliner, and a dark shade of eye shadow. Heather had the prettiest eyes in the league as her baby blues surely increased the pulse on any warm-blooded man, as it wasn’t just the color, but her eyes just seemed to make a person stopped dead in their tracks. Her body looked great as she had a very comparable frame to Christy, only slightly curvier at the waist and thighs. She slowly made her way down to the ring and anxiously awaited her opponent looking to get her first win in the federation.
Brittany: Dear lord is she a slut! I can’t believe we are really going to watch this match…there has to be something we can do…a fill in wrestler…anything?
Carolyn: Heather sure looks lovely tonight and the fans are sure showing their appreciation for the stunning brunette!
“Coming down the isle standing 5’3” weighing 102lbs with measurements of 34D-22-33 is CHHHRIIISTTTTY!”
The fan favorite came out looking as hot as ever wearing a skimpy floral thong bikini bottom that came up high over both of her curvy hips, and a thin string of material parted her fleshy ass cheeks. A matching floral bikini triangle top held her full breasts snugly in its confines, while pushing both mammaries together at the base nicely enhancing her already cavernous cleavage. Her thick dark sandy blonde hair, ended midway down her back in big wavy curls, and cascaded over her shoulders ending in her canyon of cleavage. Christy's makeup was flawless, as she chose dark blue eye shadow to cover her hypnotic blue eyes, accented with a thick black eye linier, while her dark red lipstick coated her puffy lips.
After both girls were in their corners, the referee called them to the center to go over the rules one final time. Standing feet apart neither girl tried to look intimidated, but both were nervous having neither won a match, as Christy was 0-3 and Heather was 0-2. The referee finished talking and both girls started walking back to their corners ready to get the match started. Heather took only two steps, feigning walking back to her corner and she suddenly spun around, dashed forward and attacked her unsuspecting foe from behind. Christy was in mid-stride returning to her corner and never saw the attack coming as Heather threw her right fist flying slamming into the blonde’s back. Christy groaned and stumbled forward going into the turnbuckle and before she could get her bearing a second punch slammed home this one jarring her kidney. Christy’s body buckled forward and Heather waited no time sliding her left arm around the blonde’s throat, getting her in a standing headlock.
Brittany: Well I guess one of these two wastes of space has to win this dud…so since Heather has the early advantage we can root for her!
Carolyn: Speak for yourself…and Heather only has the early advantage because she attacked Christy before the bell.
Christy’s eyes bulged as Heather tightened her grip on the blonde’s neck while she drove forward and slammed her face first into the top turnbuckle. The blonde groaned her nose blasting into the padding, and as Heather completed the move she lost her chokehold on Christy’s neck. Christy got her hands up and latched onto the ropes to prevent the brunette from slamming her face down again, but Heather had other plans. The brunette was all smiles as her right hand latched onto the back of Christy’s bra and like a seasoned veteran, with a snap of her fingers the clasp unhooked. “You bitch!” screamed Christy as she spun around as the straps began slowly sliding down over the blonde’s shoulders. Christy’s hands went behind her to re-clasp the bra, leaving her stomach wide open for Heather’s foot to slam home just above the blonde’s thong. Christy’s upper body shot forward into a hunched over position and the bra slid further down her arms, her breasts dangerously close to flopping out. Heather grabbed the blonde’s hair, and screamed, “Let’s go slut!” dragging her by the hair out of the corner of the ring. A few feet into the walk, Heather’s left arm slid under the blonde’s neck reapplying the chokehold at the same time Christy’s ample bosom spilled out causing the crowd to scream in unison. Seconds into the match and the sandy blonde babe was topless, and the bell just rang to get things started! Heather let the material slide down and fall from the blonde’s body while continuing to choke Christy.
Brittany: Dear lord that slut needs to buy some clothes that fit her! That’s 4 matches in a row now where she’s exposed herself!
Carolyn: Once again Christy was attacked before the bell rang, the referee stood by and watched and she never got a chance to
Brittany: (interrupting) Stop defending that skank…she’s about as good of a wrestler as you are a commentator!
Heather was loosing her grip on the blonde’s neck so her right hand latched onto the blonde’s long locks and threw her back first into the turnbuckle. Breasts bouncing, Christy’s upper back met the padding and her arms draped over the top ropes. Heather sprung forward seeing the twin targets, cocked her right arm back and fired a vicious uppercut straight into the bottom of Christy’s right breast. “Oh my god!” Christy wailed as the fist slammed into Christy’s boob causing it to bounce wildly as her face contorted into a painful expression. Heather was ruthless and quickly followed that punch up with a second uppercut, square into the same location, slamming Christy’s breast upward again. Christy’s body bucked forward in response as her arms came over the ropes cupping her pulsating breast, but Heather reapplied the chokehold throwing her arm around the blonde’s neck. Christy’s mouth hung open as she struggled for breath, while the crowd was screaming encouragement to their favorites, loving every second of the intense action.
Brittany: She should just save us time and start these matches naked. Honestly I don’t even want to watch this sorry ass excuse compete any more!
Carolyn: Well Heather has yet to show any wrestling moves, instead she has punched Christy from behind, choked her and attacked her breasts! I don’t think she is any better thus far?
Brittany: Did you seriously just use the word “Thus”…what is this a fuckin English Class? Who are you trying to impress?
Again the blonde was squirming wildly and the chokehold was growing weaker, but this time as Heather let go of Christy’s neck, her hands sprang forward and her claws bit into both of Christy’s exposed breasts. Heather’s sharp nails instantly squeezed tightly, and tore into the yielding flesh of Christy’s orbs. “EEEIIIIIIIIIYHHHHHHHHH” Christy shrieked out, as Heather began to back up, pulling the blonde stumbling forward using her breasts as handles. The brunette mercilessly yanked Christy completely across the ring, the blonde’s breasts being stretched forward. Upon reaching the other side ropes across the ring, Heather finally dropped Christy’s breasts only to once again slap on a chokehold. The blonde’s eyes bulged as she struggled to draw air, but this time Christy found herself being driven down onto the middle rope. Christy went down to her knees, her breasts lying perfectly across the middle ring rope. Heather meanwhile slid under the bottom rope and climbed out onto the ring apron, turning to face the aching blonde. Heather quickly grabbed the bottom rope and began to pull it upward and over the middle rope. With Christy’s chest still propped on the rope, Heather soon had the rope over her targets, and then she released her grip. Like a rubber band snapping back, the fully stretched out bottom ring rope shot downward, snapping onto the top of Christy’s breasts.
Carolyn: I wonder how long were going to go before we see a wrestling move in this match?
Brittany: Well with Crusty, I mean Christy out there helpless we may go the whole night…she already looks lost out there!
Christy yelped in pain, and fell backward, her arms coming up to shield her aching orbs as she lay, face-up on the canvas in agony. Heather took a few seconds to play up to the crowd, before she turned her attention back into the ring. Inside the ring, Christy was just getting to a seated position, her arms still covering her exposed chest. Heather began climbing between the ropes, ready to resume the catfight and went right at the blonde. Heather was on her in seconds, and as Christy raised her hands to defend herself, the brunette easily pushed them aside and snatched a handful of blonde hair, using it to rip her opponent onto her feet. Just as Heather was bringing her up, Christy’s hands flew forward and quickly grabbed hold of Heather’s corset. The blonde wildly tugged on it, hoping to rip if from Heather’s body, just as the brunette had done to her earlier. But Heather’s corset proved to be a much sturdier piece of lingerie then Christy’s flimsy bra and the blonde continued to struggle. With Christy’s hands still clutching tightly to her corset, Heather sent a powerful slap across the side of the blonde’s face, sending her head reeling to the side. Christy stumbled backward while raising her hand to stinging cheek as Heather readjusted her corset, making sure her breasts were still safely inside. The brunette walked forward with arm raised back, but suddenly Christy retaliated by delivering her own slap to Heather’s face. Heather’s face whipped to the side, and the brunette cocked back and let fly another stinging smack across Christy’s cheek.
Brittany: This night’s going to be even more painful to watch if we sit here and watch these two trade slaps back and forth…
Carolyn: Christy appears to be turning the tide at least somewhat slowing down Heather’s onslaught.
Christy’s head twisted to the side, the blonde stood her ground and fighting through the pain, Christy struck back with another bitch slap of her own. Heather was shocked as her head whipped to the side, and was ready to slap back, but now Christy never slowed and the blonde was already in attack mode. Christy stepped forward and shocked the brunette as she quickly raked her nails down ripping across the front of Heather’s upper chest, gouging four red lines across her right breast. Heather shrieked as her hand went to cover her suddenly aching breast. Rushing forward, Christy grabbed hold of Heather’s long hair, latched onto tightly and used to it to pull her around and into the corner. Heather’s scalp exploded in pain and her back flew into the turnbuckle, Christy never slowing as her nails again raked down across the front of Heather’s exposed upper chest once again. The brunette suddenly had two sets of scratches running over one another forming a small x above Heather’s right bra cup.
Brittany: Now look whose attacking breasts…come on let’s hear you piss and moan now that Blondie is cheating!
Carolyn: While I don’t agree with it, a little payback never hurt!
Christy kept up the offense and grabbed Heather by the wrist, spun around and flung her in an Irish Whip sending the brunette flying across the ring. Heather found herself slamming back first into the opposite corner of the ring, her breasts bouncing wildly about in her sexy corset, her arms draping over the top rope, the impact temporarily stunning the brunette. Just as Heather’s head raised slightly, her eyes shot open as she saw Christy charging at her and then the brunette’s body slammed backward into the corner as the blonde’s momentum jolted her into the turnbuckle. Christy never let up and again grabbed Heather’s wrist pulling the stunned brunette forward, sending Heather barreling into the opposite corner yet again. Heather’s body sped forward and this time she wasn’t able to turn around, her breasts hammering into the unrelenting turnbuckle. Christy again charged at her this time slamming her shoulder into the small of Heather’s back. The brunette gasped with pain as her hands immediately shot down to massage the searing pain.
Carolyn: Look at the skilled moves we’re seeing now! That’s back-to-back great moves followed up with a hard shoulder to the back!
Brittany: If that’s the best were going to see tonight let’s cut the electricity and send everyone home…call it a night…I’m done with this crap it’s like watching paint dry!
Carolyn: Don’t look now but were about to have both of these beauties topless!
Christy seized the opportunity and latched onto the back of Heather’s corset and quickly began unclasping it. The sexy corset slowly began working its way down over Heather’s incredible breasts, exposing her big brown areolas smack dab in the center of each of her orbs. Christy latched onto her hair, painfully yanking the brunette out of the corner and whipping her back down to the mat. Heather shrieked as she landed sharply on her ass, and the corset continued sliding completely off her heaving breasts. The crowd screamed as now both combatants were topless, but Heather sat on the mat seething. The brunette already had a plan forming and she let Christy grab a hold of her long hair. As the blonde began pulling her up, Heather shot her forearm flying upward landing solidly between the thighs of the blonde. The brunette’s forearm slammed into the front of the sexy blonde’s thong, and she smiled as her arm hung between the blonde’s now squeezed shut thighs. Christy immediately stopped in her tracks, her hands leaving Heather’s hair, and she crumpled to the mat with both hands down toward her crotch.
Carolyn: Low blow! Come on ref Heather’s forearm is buried in between Christy’s legs! That’s a low blow!
Brittany: Good thing this is a catfight and not a wrestling match, now shut up and let’s watch!
Heather took a few seconds, scrambled back up to her feet and then walked forward to Christy. Again she helped herself to two handfuls of bleached blonde hair, and painfully Christy was hauled of the mat, hands still holding her pounded crotch. Heather’s open hand smack flew through the air and landed flush into Christy’s right cheek, the blonde backing up a step from the stinging jolt. With her hands holding her face, Heather stepped forward throwing a hard right cross sinking square into Christy’s sore right tit, landing with a resounding cracking sound and sending the mound of flesh jiggling yet again. Christy’s face contorted with pain, and the blonde was driven back into the turnbuckle. Heather advanced forward and followed with another closed fist hook that landed flush against the outer section of the right breast driving the flesh inward and rocking wildly upon her chest. Christy’s head flew back in response to the searing pain, and the aching beauty finally moved her hands upward to cover up her chest.
Brittany: I really hope Heather doesn’t hurt her fists on those silicone filled sacks! Someone should warn her to be careful!
Carolyn: Again, more underhanded tactics…not sure why were aren’t seeing more wrestling moves?
Brittany: You are as dumb as Christy is slutty! I told you ten times this is a catfight!!!
Heather reached forward, grabbed the top ropes for support, and thrust her foot upward driving deep into Christy’s stomach. The jarring impact forced the blonde to bend over forward, gasping for air, while grabbing hold of her aching belly. Heather reached forward, grabbing Christy by the hair and raised her opponent back into an upright position. Holding Christy tightly by her long locks, Heather drove forward and slammed the blonde face first into the turnbuckle. Christy groaned as she felt her beautiful face being driven into the harsh leather padding. The brunette never slowed and reared back and then pushed down again mashing her rival face first into the turnbuckle. Again and again, like a woman possessed, Heather wildly drove the face of the goddess into the turnbuckle. The crowd got into the action as they loudly counted every time Christy’s face got slammed down. When the count reached 9, Heather finally let go of Christy’s hair, allowing her to crumple groggily down onto the canvas holding her aching face.
Brittany: That’s beautiful! Give that skank a make over…rearrange that ugly face of hers!
Carolyn: It’s unfortunate, as Christy seemed to be taking control of the match until that low blow from Heather!
Heather strode forward and slammed a kick home directly into the blonde’s lower back. Christy bucked in pain on the mat, the blonde’s body rolling to the side in response to the power packed kick. Heather stepped up and soon kicks began flying forward, the brunette’s leg going back and forth as quickly as she could raise it upward. Christy’s incredible body took kick after kick and the blonde rolled away in response. Suddenly Christy’s body was under the bottom ring rope and after the next kick, the stunned blonde found herself falling off the ring apron and crashing onto the concrete arena floor. The blonde was on the cold arena floor and got no rest as Heather quickly exited the ring to keep up the attack, more than ready to take the fight outside. Heather hit the arena floor and quickly helped the stunned blonde upward, yet again using her hair like a handle. She quickly dragged Christy over to the edge of the ring, and slammed her forward as hard as she could, driving her forehead against the edge of the ring. Christy moaned in agony as she immediately reached up to her head, only to be held upright by Heather’s hair hold. Heather released one hand from the blonde’s messy hair and quickly raked her nails down Christy’s right breast. The blonde screamed and before she could defend herself, the brunette’s nails tore back across the sensitive mound of flesh in the opposite direction. “You fuckin like that you skank!” Heather yelled as Christy had tears in her eyes as her breast burned with pain, but Heather’s hands were tightly in her hair again and the brunette drove forward and slammed the blonde’s head into the unforgiving apron. Again Christy brought her hands up, and the brunette was waiting for that and slammed a jarring kneelift into Christy’s right breast. The blonde’s mouth hung open in agony as she went down to the arena floor, her breast pulsing in pain.
Brittany: Oh my gosh did you hear that thud! I sure hope Heather’s knee is ok from hitting that brick like breast of Christy’s!
Carolyn: Christy desperately needs to turn things around as Heather seems to be taking control of this match!
Brittany: Taking control? You idiot…she never lost control…from the second the bell rang she had the whore right where she wanted her!
Heather stepped forward, her exposed breasts bounced, as she reared back and sent a kick flying into Christy’s hands, which were cupping her chest. The kick sent the blonde flying back and she was lying sprawled on the cold arena concrete. Before she had a chance to get her arms up, Heather strode up and violently stopped her heel directly into Christy’s right breast. The brunette smiled as she began painfully grinding the hard heel into the blonde’s aching orb, Christy screeched as her breast flesh was painfully twisted around her chest “My breast!!!! Pllllleeeeassee!” The blonde wildly slapped and pawed at Heather’s foot, which continued destroying her breast as the heel ground her flesh against her chest bone. Heather gave a final twist of her ankle and then used the blonde’s breast as a stepping board and put all of her weight on Christy’s pulsing mammary. Heather’s weight was completely on the blonde’s breast as she stood crushing the flesh painfully until finally the blonde was able to spin to the side. Tears trickled from her eyes, and her lips quivered as Christy’s hands came up and caressed her pain-wracked tit.
Brittany: Someone get the baby a tissue! She’s crying again what a wuss!
Carolyn: Let’s see how you would take it if someone stood on your breast…you’d probably cry to!
Heather again brought Christy up, yanking painfully on her long hair, and this time threw her lifeless body back into the ring. The brunette quickly followed her opponent, slid into the ring, and yanked her up by the hair yet again. As Christy was standing, Heather cocked her arm and shot forth a brutal punch that landed square into Christy’s ribcage. Wind shot from her body, and Christy hunched involuntarily forward feeling paralyzed as her arms lifted to cover her aching belly. Heather grabbed Christy by the arm, spun her around and forced her backward into the corner. She then wedged her left hand onto Christy’s throat, holding the blonde’s pretty face erect while squeezing her hand around her neck. Heather quickly stepped forward and had her free arm cocked, but Christy had her eyes closed gasping for air. As a result, the blonde never saw the devastating right cross that Heather landed square into the center of Christy’s tight stomach.
Brittany: It looks like this match is over! Chalk about another loss for the useless-wonder Girl Christy!
Carolyn: It’s not looking good, that’s for sure as Christy is getting it handed to her.
A whoomph filed the air as Heather’s fist sunk several inches into Christy’s tummy before it rebounded back out, Christy collapsing forward, coughing and gagging. Christy had tears in her eyes, struggled to breath, and fought the pain that was pulsing through her aching right orb, and knew it was now or never. The blonde was on all fours starring down at the canvas when yet again she felt Heather latch onto her hair, but this time Christy was ready. Heather began pulling the blonde upward, and as Christy rose she brought her fist flying upward burying it right into the brunette’s crotch. Heather instantly released Christy’s hair, her mouth hanging open in a perfect “O”, as the brunette’s thong did little to stop the horrendous pain. The brunette dropped to the ring and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion to her, as the ring seemed to be spinning.
Brittany: Oh no!!! Another low blow from Christy…that blonde bitch just attacked Heather’s crotch!
Carolyn: I guess it’s all fair in love and war, Heather has a look of vengeance on her face fans!
Christy was in a world of pain, but managed to step forward and slam a kick into Heather’s midsection, that sent the brunette crashing back onto the mat landing head down on the canvas. Christy took a few seconds, her breast was killing her and when she looked down at it a look of rage crossed her face seeing the damage that brunette bitch did. Heather looked up, only to see Christy’s ass smashing down into her stomach, the wind shooting out of her as the blonde straddled her waist. Christy was now perched atop the brunette facing down towards Heather’s legs which were dropped flat against the mat. But as Christy reached forward to try and secure Heather’s legs, the brunette acted quickly and reached forward and ran her nails down Christy’s exposed back. Christy shrieked as she felt her skin being ripped open by Heather’s nails, but the blonde fought through the burn and continued working her way back up until her ass became planted on Heather’s face. What a sexy view, the topless blonde’s incredible heart shaped ass completely hiding Heather’s face, as her thong-covered ass was parked directly on her nose. Heather panicked instantly and began flailing her arms wildly, but Christy was able to secure each one and pin them behind her knees. Heather tried to thrash her body around in an attempt to get free, but Christy wasn’t about to let her break free that easily. Heather’s legs fluttered wildly, but the brunette suddenly found herself helpless.
Carolyn: What a turn of event’s Christy is in complete control and looks to have the match in hand!
Brittany: Yawwwwnnnn…this match sucked anyway…who wrestles next?
A sick smile crossed her face and Christy reached forward and dug her nails into Heather’s two sweaty mounds of flesh. “AHHHHHHHH!” screamed the trapped brunette unable to break free or use her arms to fight back. The only thing she could do was thrash her legs about, hoping to knock Christy off of her. But Christy wasn’t about to stop, deciding to pay back Heather for the tit torture she was put through. Christy mashed her nails into Heather’s impressive breasts and squeezed for all she was worth. It felt so good to pay the brunette back, the blonde’s fingers squeezing and mashing the massive mounds as hard as she could. The crowd was going wild, and Christy wasn’t about to relinquish her grip any time soon as her right breast still throbbed from the abuse. Christy’s razor like fingernails were grinding unmercifully and the brunette’s screams of agony could barely be heard, lost under the blonde’s incredible ass. Heather couldn’t stand the breast attack, and to make matters even worse, she felt herself loosing consciousness, as she couldn’t draw breath. Heather’s heart raced as she tried to turn her face to get any air, but her nose was literally jammed into to the blonde’s crotch.
Carolyn: Fans we may be seeing Christy’s first victory right now, Heather is in serious trouble and
Brittany: (Interrupting) Ok at this point I think we can safely just cut to the next match…this suddenly sucks and I am sure the fans could care less at this point…
Heather panicked and wildly put everything she had into bucking the blonde off her but Christy was perched perfectly. Heather thought she may be getting a reprieve when Christy’s hands unclenched form her breasts, only the brunette got no break from the pain as Christy’s balled fist flattened her left breast against her chest bone. Heather’s aching mammary exploded with pain, and the brunette couldn’t take anymore, she felt herself going out as a second fist thudded into the same breast. Christy was a wild hellcat firing punches, some wildly missing, but most hit their mark as thuds filled the air as the blonde used the brunette’s breasts like they were a punching bag. Heather’s aching mounds took shot after shot, breasts bouncing and flopping all over her chest, as they were beat side to side. Heather’s thrashing grew less and less and it seems she was on her way to passing out when the suddenly the arena was in an uproar as Renee, who boxed Christy two weeks ago, came running out from the back.
Brittany: Well don’t look now but things are about to get interesting, here comes Renee from the locker room with a chair in her hand…I can’t wait to see how this plays out!
Carolyn: Oh no! This won’t end well…All of Christy’s attention is focused on Heather! Someone needs to warn her!
The brunette had a determined look on her face as she made her way down the ramp, ran around the side of the ring behind Christy’s back. The blonde was still astride Heather in the center of the ring, and Renee slid the chair under the bottom rope and then jumped up on the apron quietly entering the ring. The referee quickly strode forward trying to stop the interference, but Renee brought the chair back and in one fluid motion sent it right into the referees head knocking him down in a pile right next to the girls.
Christy heard the pang from the shot to the referee’s head and her mouth dropped open as she saw Renee advancing with the chair in her hand. The chair reared back and the flat end blasted across the blonde’s back sending her shooting off a barely moving Heather and sprawling chest first on to the mat!
Brittany: Now this is action! I love it Christy is going to get what she deserves!
Carolyn: This is sick! The referee is out cold and Renee is helping Heather up to her
Brittany: (interrupting) This is called teamwork! Let’s see how the girls can work together her to take out the blonde bimbo!
Carolyn: Heather is back on her feet and latching onto Christy’s hair pulling her of the mat…someone needs to help her!
Heather ripped Christy up to her feet, and Christy was only vaguely aware of what was going on around her. With two handfuls of long blonde hair Christy was held in place and then began squirming as she saw Renee and the metal chair. Renee waited as Heather tried to hold Christy still, but the blonde suddenly began trashing and bucking realizing what was forthcoming. Christy’s body went side to side and Heather ripped back on the blonde’s hair from behind. Christy shrieked as her scalp exploded with pain, her midsection completely left wide open as her head was pointed up at the ceiling. Christy’s incredible body glistened with sweat and Renee stepped up with the chair cocked back. The arena seemed to quiet as the chair flew forward and then suddenly smacked into Heather’s rib cage. Christy somehow desperately threw her body around in a circle, taking Heather whose hands were in her hair, along for the ride. Heather’s midsection took the shot square on and she crumpled to the mat holding her aching ribcage.
Carolyn: I don’t believe it fans, Christy couldn’t have planned that any better if she wanted to! That chair was intended to flatten her chest and the blonde somehow avoided disaster!
Brittany: What the fuck! I hope Heather’s not hurt! What did Renee do?
Renee swung the chair through the air wildly again and almost connected with the back of Christy’s head, but the blonde hit the canvas and rolled under the bottom rope. Renee dropped the chair and went over to Heather who was rolling side-to-side holding her ribcage. Renee couldn’t believe what she did to her friend and Heather appeared to be injured by the vicious shot. Christy almost collapsed to the ground and held the ring apron outside the ring, the fans around her cheering and screaming for the action to continue, as the scarred shitless blonde watched inside the ring making sure she was safe for the time being. The referee still lay on the mat and Renee was still tending to Heather who was lying on her side screaming in pain holding her ribs.
Brittany: Heather looks bad…I can’t believe Renee missed her target…what a turn of events!
Carolyn: Christy needs to get out of there…that chair is still in the ring with Renee!
Brittany: Who cares about Christy…that bitch is on her feet standing while poor Heather is crumpled in a heap inside of the ring!
Christy pushed off the ring apron and her body wanted to crumple to the arena floor, but the blonde put everything she had into making her way back to the dressing room. Christy stumbled forward and kept up her hurried walk to the back, but luckily Renee was still tending to her friend in the ring. Heather was finally kneeling and her hands were rubbing her aching midsection, the brunette screaming at Renee. Christy was back in the locker room and finally Renee turned around looking for Christy but was far too late. Renee turned her attention back to her friend and helped her to her feet, and Heather’s hands never left her aching rib cage.
Carolyn: That could have ended badly for Christy who narrowly escaped a huge disaster!
Brittany: That did end badly are you blind! Poor Heather may have a broken rib or worse!
Carolyn: Well she got what she deserved! That chair shot was meant to hit poor defenseless Christy who was being
Brittany: (interrupting) Christy should be the one on the mat right now…what a horrible way to end a horrible match…that better not be the precedent for future matches!
Heather was helped up the ramp and was holding her ribs the whole way back to the dressing room, the brunette’s vowing to pay the blonde back…and soon!
