[tommyfighter]

I did once get pummelled by a Russian girl who took full advantage of me post fight, but that's another story for another day.

That sounds like an interesting story. Will you tell it soon?

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Erin always brings her "A" game in creating phenomenal badass writing magic! I was lucky enough to have her as my very first opponent here. Although looking back on it, maybe "lucky" isn't the most appropriate word considering how things played out for me in that tropical bungalow. I can honestly say that it's a lot healthier and most def way less painful to be on the sidelines watching Erin work her magic on someone else. 

[Bella13]

Erin always brings her "A" game in creating phenomenal badass writing magic! I was lucky enough to have her as my very first opponent here. Although looking back on it, maybe "lucky" isn't the most appropriate word considering how things played out for me in that tropical bungalow. I can honestly say that it's a lot healthier and most def way less painful to be on the sidelines watching Erin work her magic on someone else. 

Erin lee is a viscous bitch and next time I fight her I'm going to walk her like a dog on my leach, *with that aside* she is British and kinda bad ass and wickedly fun to fight with I hope red is ready. *giggles*

[Lynn Jenkins]

As Erin presses her shoulder against my stomach, we are rapidly heading for the wall as she continues to drive me back. Draping my left arm over the back of Erin’s neck, cinching it in by locking my hands together behind my back in a reverse headlock. We’re bound to hit the wall soon, my back and the top of Erin’s head.

Erin can see the wall coming up quickly and doesn’t want her head to hit the wall, so she drops to one knee to stop, or at least slow our momentum. As she drops, we continued to move towards the wall at a high rate of speed. Her putting on the brakes as she did, stops us from hitting the wall, at the expense of some carpet burn on Erin’s knee. Erin grabs my wrists with both hands and is able to pry them apart, freeing herself from my reverse headlock. She spins us around and gets behind me and pushes me face first into the wall.

I put out my left arm and break the impact so that I’m not slammed into the wall. Erin grabs my right arm and lifts it behind my back in a hammer lock. She pulls the hammer lock up high and tight, really cinching it in and securing it. As a swimmer, my shoulders are strong, yet I can feel my right shoulder tighten up as Erin presses on with her hammer lock.

Needing to get out of this hold quickly before my shoulder is damaged and my right arm rendered useless, I mule kick with my right leg behind me, hoping to strike Erin in a sensitive area, so that I can turn around and face her and hopefully take an advantage and go on the attack.

[Erin Lee]

I have her, that's the thought running around in my head as i tighten my hold on her arm. Her shoulders are impressive, stood behind her as i am i can see the muscle across her back, onto her shoulders and travelling down her arms, featuring her stand out biceps. We struggle, me to keep the hold, her to break it. As a few seconds pass and my arms start to burn she surprises me with a reverse mule kick.

"Arrgghhh...you bitch" i scream as your heel lands flush against my crotch. My hold on your arm instantly ends and with tears in my eyes i stagger backwards. My hands instinctively drop to my kitty and i drop to my knees. Pain flows from my kitty through my body and i groan through gritted teeth. I look up at Lynn as she spins around, flexing her arm, no doubt to bring some feeling back. I know the danger i am in here but i'm unable to get back on my feet right away, i do however manage to semi get up, just my right knee left on the carpet as my left knee lifts. I bring my arms up in front of my chest, ready to try and deflect anything you might try.

[Lynn Jenkins]

Even though I have the strong shoulders of a swimmer, Erin has skillfully applied a tight hammer lock which could be a problem for me unless I am able to escape. My reverse mule kick did the job splendidly as the heel of my right foot lands hard and flush on Erin’s crotch. She backs up away from the wall, grabs her kitty and goes down to both knees, eventually rising up to one knee.

“Here Erin, let me help you all the way up.” I tell her as I grab her by the hair and bring her to her feet. I walk the injured Erin to the center of the room by her hair, within clear view of the camera providing the live feed back to the UK. I get behind Erin and put my crotch right up against Erin’s behind so that I am too close to Erin for her to try a mule kick of her own. I wrap my right arm around her neck from behind and grab my right hand with my left hand, securing in the choke hold.

As Erin fades, I show her to the camera. “Hey Manchester, you sent Erin all the way across the Atlantic for this? Look at the beating she’s getting. How do you like your girl now?” I taunt them. I ease up on the choke enough to remove Erin’s top. With Erin’s breasts exposed to the camera, I begin to garrote Erin with her own top. “The Pride of Manchester,” I taunt. “How do you like your girl now?”

[Bella13]

*watching the feed with popcorn and an adult bevage*


Come on cuz don't tell me you're quitting so easy. *giggles*

[Bella13]

*watching the feed with popcorn and an adult bevage*


Come on cuz don't tell me you're quitting so easy. *giggles*

*as the fight begins Bella's mind wonders to the titans and thinks is Erin madusca? It be fitting but who for the redheaded a thought to ponder to be sure as the fight fade picks back up.

[Erin Lee]

My intention, as you may guess, wasn't to just get back up onto one knee, i was hoping beyond hope to get all the way back up onto my feet. Well that thought didn't come to fruition. As i get to one knee you move in, grab me by the hair and utter some rather sarcastic words. I'd answer back but what with a throbbing crotch from that sneaky mule kick and the fact that you are intent on finding out if i wear a wig (I don't) by yanking my hair and stretching my scalp, well, coming out with smartass comments isn't exactly uppermost in my mind.
You move us across the room, i'm puzzled by this for a second until i see the lense of the camera pointing directly at me. I consider a mule kick of my own but i feel your crotch hard up against my tight ass and realise that isn't an option. I do have a backup idea however, a quick nasty stomp with my heel on your instep but as i go to kick down you wrap your arm around my throat and lock on a kind of figure four choke hold. This distracts me from what i was going to do and my heel lands helplessly on the carpet, not on your foot.

My hands grab at your forearm in a desperate attempt to free my neck. As i have already found out though, you have strong swimmers shoulders and equally strong biceps, my attempts at freeing myself come to naught. I start to feel dizzy as you cut off the blood flow to my head, my knees wobble. I hear more sarcastic comments, no doubt for the benefit of watchers back home in Blighty. Just then, as i think i'm done and about to black out your hold suddenly eases. I take a few quick small breaths. You then go for my bra, stripping it off me with practiced ease, more sarcasm to the camera. At least my breasts, when freed from constraint manage to stand naked and proud on my chest, not flop like many i've fought.
My bra is then used as a weapon, wrapped around my neck, garrotting me. Once again i start to feel woozy and my knees sag so i'm held up by the bra around my throat which makes the hold twice as effective. I knew taking on this bigger heavier girl was a risk but i will not submit...never, never...she'll have to take me out if she's to beat me. I go back to my throat, grabbing the bra in an attempt to find a lil space between it and my throat.

[Lynn Jenkins]

Garroting Erin with her own bra, I feel her body begin to weaken and fade. “Oh no, not so fast, Manc.” I say to her. I let go of the choke hold that I have on Erin and toss her bra across the room. It’s not enough for me to beat this tart from Manchester, but I want to totally embarrass her and humiliate her, really making a statement.

Completely letting go of the choke hold now, but not letting Erin’s body drop to the floor. I hold her up from behind in a full nelson as I play to the camera. Putting full and firm pressure on Erin’s neck as I push it down painfully forward, I begin to violently jerk her body from side to side, rag-dolling her. I jerk her body hard to the left. I then do the same in the other direction as I jerk her body violently hard to the right. Her tits bouncing and jiggling for the camera every time I thrust her from side to side. I feel her body weakening as she is almost out.

“Hey Manchester, how’s your girl doing now?” I say to the camera. “Couldn’t you have sent me someone better than this pathetic little jobber?” I say as I jerk her body hard to the side again. “If she’s the best you’ve got, I would really hate to see the others,” I continue to taunt.

I let go of the full nelson and allow Erin to drop to her knees. Standing behind her, I put two fingers of each hand in the corner of Erin’s mouth. Stretching her mouth out painfully wide as I dig my nails into the inside of her cheeks, cat-fishing her. “Look Manchester, your girl is smiling for the camera.” I let go of her mouth and say “Wave to the people back home, Erin,” as I grab Erin’s left hand and force her to make a waving motion to the camera.

“Ready to give in, Erin? Just speak your submission into the camera and I’ll let you go.”

[Erin Lee]

I'm getting womanhandled, there's no denying it, Lynn is toying with me. Things are happening so fast i can hardly comprehend what is going on, let alone try and defend myself from the next attack.

It starts with me being strangled with my own bra with Lynn hauling me in front of the camera and flaunting my naked tits to anyone who happens to be watching. My nipples are still curiously stiff, don't even tell me i'm turning into a jobber. My bra gets tossed across the room and my arms are lifted and head pushed forwards and down as she locks in a well executed full nelson. I moan, a single tear makes a track down my left cheek. Then i get rag dolled, thrown from side to side. There is more pounding in my head than at a drum solo in a Metallica concert. Truth be told if she wasn't holding me up i'd be laid out on the floor. She's intent on more humiliation though. Taunting me, calling me a jobber.

She finally lets me drop onto my knees but the fight isn't over, she fish hooks my mouth, stretching my lips wide, digging her nails into the soft flesh inside my cheeks. Then, after apparently tiring of this she removes her fingers and instead takes hold of my wrist and using me like a marionette sarcastically makes my hand wave at the camera. By now, although i'm pretty much beat up i'm also seething mad. This bitch is treating me like i'm a worthless piece of meat, fair enough i guess but i ain't going down by submission, this bitch will need to take me out to beat me.

Now let's be honest, she could have beaten me a few times in the last few minutes, but she didn't. That's either arrogance or over confidence? Is there actually a difference between the two?

My body bashed and bruised, my tits sore from the ragdolling, even my mouth is swollen. She asks, nay, demands that i give. "Fu@k you" i murmer under my breath. Tearing my wrist from her grasp i stagger up onto my feet. She must think this is a signal that i'm finished, especially when i lurch backwards against her. She'd be wrong though as i raise my right arm and throw it around the back of her head, pulling it down onto my right shoulder. Then i drop, landing on my butt and dragging her head down with me. As i land her chin smacks against my shoulder, i think it's known as a Stone Cold Stunner?

She rebounds onto her back, i don't know how hurt she is but the clunk of teeth on teeth as she landed encourages me. I look into the camera, shook my head and whispered, "Don't write me off just yet" As i say this i'm getting back on my feet and then i aim to borrow a move from the Hulk Hogan play book and leap up with the intention of dropping the back of my left thigh across her more than ample chest.

"Maybe it's you who should be giving" i sneer as i reach for her hair, intending to lift her to a sitting position. I then drop in behind her, ram my right knee into her spine and wrap my interlaced fingers around her chin, stretching her neck by pulling her head back, making her back arch against my knee. "Should have finished me when you had the chance bitch" i hiss as i jerk on her chin.

"Now you just speak your submission into the camera and I'LL let YOU go"

[tommyfighter]

Great back and forth action!

[Lynn Jenkins]

I’m totally in control of this match. Erin is all but rendered unconscious. I could have finished her many times over, but I want to give the people, her fans, back in Manchester, England a spectacle first. I relieve Erin of her top for the camera and the entertainment of the male audience, although I don’t see what’s so special about her undersized boobs. Oh well, I’m sure there’s someone over there that likes her.

I rag doll her for the camera. I see that her tits do have some jiggle in them as I thrust her from side to side. I can imagine randy Englishmen on the other side of the pond fondling themselves as they watch the live feed of their heroine Erin getting destroyed. I’m told the Brits call this “having a wank.”

I grab Erin’s wrist and force her to wave “bye-bye” to the camera as I plan to end her torment and discomfort. Erin staggers to her feel which I take as a sign of capitulation signaling that she wishes to walk away. Just then, she snatches her wrist from my grasp and raises her arm, putting it around the back of my head. Erin then drops to her butt, slamming my chin against her shoulder. I bounce backwards several feet and land hard on my back feeling momentarily stunned, learning the hard way why this move is called a “stunner.” Then she leaps into the air and drops her leg hard onto my chest. I lay there hurt, but thinking that it’s going to take more than a couple od WWE moves to beat me.

Erin puts her knee on the center of my back and pulls my arms behind me stretching them. She makes sure that I’m facing the camera as she does this. I’m sure her fans back in Blighty are overjoyed at this turn of events. Erin is forcing me to look into the camera as she tightens her hold. My arms are being stretched and pulled behind me.

As I’m being forced to look directly in the camera, I force myself to conceal my discomfort and not show a pained expression on my face. My shoulders feel as if they’re being pulled from their sockets. Her knee in the center of my back is the worst of it. I look into the camera, smile, and gently shake my head no, betraying my agony.

I get my legs under me and stand up, as Erin maintains her hold. With her knee up jigh on my back, she’s in wide open position to receive another mule kick. I lift my right keg and thrust it behind me, aiming for Erin’s sensitive area. But Erin is too good to be taken that way twice in the same match. She turns her hips just enough to avoid another mule kick to her groin, and takes my heel onto her thigh instead.

Because Erin was forced to turn her hips, her knee drops from my back and I’m able to yank my right hand free. I spin and face her and then am able to free my left hand as well. Facing Erin, I put both hands on her chest with two flat open palms and shove her backwards. She stumbles back several steps but remains on her feet.

We’re now facing each other, but this time Erin is nor facing a wrestling opponent, but a fiery redhead who’s temper matches the color of her hair. I pull back my bra and show Erin my right breast, as if to say, “I’ve still got my top and you don’t.” I get in a defensive and ready position to prepare myself to counter her next onslaught.

[TC Just A Guy]

This has been absolutely amazing to watch you two ladies going back and forth.  So much fun. 

[Erin Lee]

Lynn is a strong powerful opponent, i knew this when i agreed to us fighting and she reinforces it with each passing moment. However, i have her in a good position, good for me that is, i'm working both her shoulders and her spine, grunting a lil as i haul on her wrists, is that her spine creaking or my imagination, i lean back as far as i can, pouring on the pressure. As i said though, she's a tough bitch and she fights back against my hold, slowly but surely releasing the pressure and then moving herself up onto her feet. As she does this i lose my hold on her wrists and she spins around raising her hands in the process.

I flinch a lil in the expectation of getting a blow to the face, but that never comes, instead she plants her hands on my naked breasts and forces me staggering backwards. She taunts me, exposing her right breast, letting me know she still has her bra and i'm topless. I hiss in anger, i liked this bitch from the moment we met but now all i want to do is destroy her. I curl and uncurl my fingers and then sink into a low crouch my eyes never leaving your body. You too have adopted a similar position, a position you can use to defend from or attack from. I know if i let you make your attack first i'll be in big trouble so i lunge at you. My nails flash as i aim my right hand towards your left cheek, my left hand sinking into your silken locks. I look to twist some around my fingers and step backwards as i try and pull you off balance and onto your knees.