Mud splashes up into my face after yet another body slam to my female opponent. If a spectator had missed the start of the match, they would have a hard time recognizing Miss "Jealous Much?" who is completely covered with mud, agonizing in the gooey substance near my feet. On the contrary, my body is only spotted with whatever splatters my way whenever Heather's body crashes down to the floor of the mud pit and any that drips off her body when I scoop her up.
Reaching down, I grab her hair once more. Instead of bringing her up for another quick slam, I rub her face in the roughly four inches on mud to let her know who is in charge at the moment. I pick her up again as my supporters roar, most of whom seem to want Heather to lose badly more than for me to advance. Who am I to let the paying customers down? I tuck Heather's head under my right arm and put my left hand high on her right thigh, and lift her in a suplex position. I hold her up in the inverted position as mud flows down her body onto my head and back. It feels a bit icky, but I know by the completion of this move, I'll be covered with it.
I start to lean back, letting my body fall in the classic suplex. Both our bodies hit the surface hard, Heather's absorbing much of the force, sending a lot of mud into the first few rows. Why they didn't give them plastic as a shield is beyond me.
