Natalie Alyn Lind is furious that Sydney Sweeney-- just two years older, gets all the press and all the parts while Nat is left with bit-parts for young blondes.
“My body is hotter than that skank. All she does is show her tits and the freakin’ world goes crazy,” Lind fumes.
Natalie had her folks contact Syd’s people to set up a charity match. Guaranteed big draw, lot’s of money raised, why not? It’s on, and a sell-out.
That day, Natalie stands in the ring. She turns towards the ropes to sign autographs for some of her fans while waiting for Sweeney to make her entrance. There’s sudden commotion and a roar from the crowd as Sydney charges to the ring. She vaults ropes and attacks, catching Natalie off-guard. She plows into the taller woman’s back and drives her half way through the ropes. Alyn Lind fans scatter as Sydney leers at them, holding Natalie unceremoniously bent in over the middle rope. Sweeney grabs the rear of Lind’s thong and yanks it up, then slaps her hand across Natalie's abundant cheeks.
Lind, you fat ass, I'm gonna kick the crap out of you and smother you with my perfect tits," Sydney jeers as she reddens Natalie's ass.
As Lind struggles to kick free. Sweeney rips off her foe’s bikini top and tosses it to her hooting fans.
“If you’re gonna tease with these things, show ‘em!” Sweeney laughs.
Sydney yanks up on Alyn Lind's thong 'till it nearly disappears from view, then throws Natalie through the ropes and out of the ring. Sweeney parades around the ring, laughing and hooting.
Cursing, her face as red as her ass, Natalie gets up and climbs back into the ring. A mere formality at this point, the bell rings.
The women lunge for each other. Two voluptuous bodies slap together. Sydney grabs Natalie's left wrist as Natalie takes a handful of Sydney's hair and jerks her head back. Sweeney's knee shoots up into Natalie's belly, unsettling Nat’s stance. Before she can regain her footing, Sydney thrusts her chest forward, slamming it into Natalie. Big boobs mash together. Natalie trips backwards, lands on her ass and elbows. Sydney leaps. As she attempts to splash down on top of her foe, Natalie pulls up her knees and her left forearm up. Syd gut lands hard on Nat’s knees. Lind drives her elbow across Sydney’s jaw. Winded, Sweeney lies on the mat beside the younger blonde.
Alyn Lind rolls away and scrambles to her feet. Sydney stands, holding her chin.
“You’ll pay for that, bitch!” Sweeney hisses as Lind’s hand motions her to come forward.
Sweeney flashes Natalie the bird and charges. Natalie plants herself on sturdy thighs and braces for impact. Natalie stands her ground, her bigger body absorbing the impact of Syd’s assault, as Sydney has mis-calculated. Natalie quickly wraps her arms around Sweeney in a boob-mashing bearhug. She hoists her up to her toes, then off her feet. Sweeney grunts, eyes wide as she can barely breath. Lind snarls as she tosses Sydney’s body from side to side, pancaking both sets of astounding boobs as she squeezing the daylights out of her foe. Moaning and red-faced, Sydney desperately manages to yank her arms free. The wilily older blonde ear-claps her tormentor, then grabs a handful of Nat’s hair and slams her left palm up into her chin. Lind is jolted. Sydney twists free. As her feet hit the mat, Sydney slams her left fist into Natalie’s right tit and follows with a knee deep into Lind’s belly.
Sydney backs away panting hard. She squats down, hands on her quivering thighs.
Natalie steps back, cursing.
“I had you.! I’m too strong for you and you know it, you beanpole with tits,” Natalie spits. “I’m going to crush you flat and take all our fans,” Lind continues.
Natalie advances. Her right foot lashes out but Sydney steps to the side and blocks it. Sydney propels herself forward to slam her elbow across Natalie's chest. Offended more than hurt, Natalie nonetheless catches Syd once again and hoists her up into another bearhug.
“You don’t learn, do you! Natalie chortls.
“Bitch!” Sydney howls.
“Loser!” Natalie retorts, “I own your skank ass.”
Natalie quickly hoists Sydney up and walks her the nearest corner turnbuckle. She lets Sweeney down, bends to drive her shoulder into her foe’s chest, ramming her repeatedly.
Sweeney is in trouble. Natalie rips at Sweeney's bikini top.
“You know, they’re not that big, you skinny bitch,” Lind shouts.
She slams her elbow across Syd’s chest, then knees here in the crotch. Natalie spins Sydney around, delivers three kidney punches, then, returning the outrage inflicted on here earlier, pulls up hard on Sweeney’s thong with both hands, lifting the smaller woman up off her feet as she jams her foe hard into the turnbuckle.
Natalie smiles as she wraps one arm around Sydney’s neck, all the while jerking up on her thong. Natalie parades a teary, gagging Sydney around the ring as the crowd cheers and jeers for their favorite fighter.
“I’m so done with you, you wimp. It’s time to end this,” Lind jeers.
Lind releases her foe, spins her around and hoists her up, as Natalie demonstrates the power she has honed in her daily workouts. Smiling she crashes Natlie down across her left knee and holds the beaten blonde in place. Sweeney lays sprawled out and exposed. Natalie locks her hands together and slams an axe handle down on her foe’s belly. Lind shoves her foe to the mat.
Natalie walks around her prone and defeated foe. She drags Sydney to the corner by her hair and props her up. Natalie grabs Sweeney by the head and forces her face into her boobs. Holding tight, Nat rides out Sydney’s weak struggles as she thoroughly jugs out her foe.
“Any time you want a rematch, just let me know, Natalie laughs as she released her foe and let’s poor dreaming Sydney slip down to her butt.
