Super Curvy African Jules 5'5", 38DD-30-38, 149 lbs (4 Wins - 2 Loses)
Dead sexy blonde Corrie 5’6”, 34D-25-34, 118lbs (Debut Match)
5 Count pin fall match, No outside interference, no weapons
The bell sounds and the two women approach one another, Corrie showing no signs of the nerves she is feeling as the screaming crowd has her stomach churning. The blonde brings her arms up but Jules doesn’t want to meet for a test of strength, instead the black woman steps back and slowly circles out wide. Corrie slows her advance as Jules dances around trying to draw the blonde forward. Corrie, one arm raised, cautiously approaches Jules, and then suddenly charges forward sending a quick kick slamming into Jules’s left thigh. Jules gasps, the black woman’s leg buckling, the blonde keeps coming and drives a forearm slashing across Jules’s ample breasts sending them flopping around. Jules groans and is pressed back into the corner when Corrie blasted another forearm barreling across Jules’s bouncing breasts. Jules’s back is driven into the turnbuckle, and Corrie latches onto her wrist. The blonde pulls the black woman out and spins around ready to send Jules flying in an Irish Whip. Unfortunately for the blonde, Jules got her footing just in time, and latched onto the top rope at the last second. Corrie, still holding onto Jules wrist, repeats the move but the black woman still has a vice like grip on the ring rope thwarting the blonde’s efforts.
Corrie finally lets go of Jules wrist deciding to change tactics, but the blonde never got a chance to go on the offense. The black woman Jules quickly sends a right cross slamming into Corrie’s tight midsection stopping the blond in her tracks. A second jarring punch sends Corrie bending forward gasping for air, and Jules begins firing open hand slaps and smacks across the blonde’s head. Wildly the black woman begins bitch-slapping Corrie back and forth, and it isn’t long before the black woman closes her fists and starts sending punches. The punches slam into the blonde’s head, and a grueling right hook stuns the dazed hottie as one connects flush with her temple, buckling her knees. A forearm flies through the air and smashes into Corrie’s cheek sending the blonde to the mat. Jules drops down, rolls Corrie on to her back and then straddles the blonde’s waist. The black woman quickly raises her right arm and violently drives it downward slapping the blonde’s cheek. Corrie winces in pain as her left cheek takes the next stinging smack. Jules goes back and forth alternating painful smacks again and again, the blonde wildly bucking to free her arms as her head is whipped side to side.
After a painful minute of abuse for Corrie, Jules leaps up, grabs a handful of long blond hair and hauls Corrie back up to her feet. Jules gets a two-hand grip on her opponent’s long hair and begins shaking her back and forth, ripping the stunned blonde side to side. Corrie’s bright red face is pursed in pain as her scalp is on fire as she is hair hauled around and around. Once the blonde is dragged to the center of the ring, Jules latches onto Corrie’s forearm and sends her shooting into the ropes. Corrie lifelessly shoots back and into Jules’s outstretched arm crushing the blonde in a perfect clothesline. Corrie groans as she lands on her back with a thud, all the air in her lungs driven out. Jules again bends over, grasping a handful of long blond hair and begins yanking Corrie up.
Corrie is dragged up, and instantly bent over at the waist as Jules’s fist slammed into her stomach. Jules rips her back upright and again sends a fist into Corrie’s tight belly. Corrie groans, as the black woman begins slamming closed fists pounding the blonde’s mid-section. Thuds and sexy groans fill the air as Jules’ lefts and rights are sapping the life from the blonde who is being driven back toward the ropes. Corrie weekly tries blocking and is reward by a snap kick slamming into the outside of her left knee, instantly her leg buckling. Jules charges forward, grabs two hands of hair and smashed the blonde’s face into the turnbuckle. Jules wastes no time and begins turning Corrie so they are standing back to back, and then the black woman reaches behind her and in seconds her hands latch onto Corrie’s neck. Once Jules has a secure grip around the blonde’s throat, the black woman bends forward and begins pulling the blonde ever so slightly off the canvas. A few more tugs and Jules has Corrie’s body lifted in the air and that’s when the black woman falls to the ground. Corrie shrieks as her neck was jarred from the brutal impact, the blonde lying on the mat kicking her feet as her hands go to her aching neck.
Jules takes up a position over the thrashing beauty and begins lowering her massive melons right over the blonde’s face. Lost under the two massive mounds of flesh, the blonde’s eyes pop open and her arms flail, as she tries to wiggle free. The black woman quickly latches onto Corrie’s wrists, and smiles as she has the blonde pined in place, her ample bosom cutting of the flow of air. After a minute, Corrie is panic stricken as her thoughts start to go fuzzy, her body blacking out. Sensing Corrie is close to going out, Jules ends the hold and the blonde wildly sucks in much needed air. Jules hauls Corrie to her feet with a hand on her sexy bikini bottom, administering a painful wedgie in the process. The black woman hoists upward and has the blonde in mid air in position for a perfect piledriver. Corrie’s long blonde mane is sprawled along the mat as she is forced to view the arena upside down as she is helplessly held in place. Jules arms are growing tired and the big black woman drives forward and piledrives Corrie to the mat.
Jules took a few seconds to catch her breath before she yanked Corrie off the mat again, this time scooping up the shocked beauty with one arm between Corrie's thighs, hefting her in the air shoulder high. Jules paraded around the ring, displaying Corrie’s wriggling body in the air before finally slamming the helpless beauty down to the mat. Corrie's body flew down, struck the mat, and then bounced back into the air almost a foot. The blonde dropped and lay moaning from the blazing pain as she tried to reach back to massage her throbbing back. Jules loomed over Corrie whose breath had again been completely taken from her and smiled as she planned her next move.
Jules bent down, spun Corrie chest first onto the canvas and quickly latched onto Corrie’s wrists from behind and began pulling backward. Soon Corrie was yelling in pain as Jules’s foot came forward into her back, the blonde trapped in a surfboard. Corrie’s breasts came up of the mat as her upper body was ripped back in the torturous hold. Jules pulled back while her foot was driving Corrie down to the mat. The blonde shook her head side to side, screaming as pain flared in her shoulder blades. The black woman soon began stomping her foot down into Corrie’s upper back, while she continued pulling Corrie’s wrists backward. Corrie’s upper body would shoot forward each time Jules’s foot kicked down, the blonde’s shoulders feeling like they were going to pop from their sockets. The hold entered the second minute and finally Jules let the blonde’s wrist go, Corrie sobbing on the mat, as her arms were slow in responding.
Jules reached down grabbing hold of Corrie's right arm and pulled it forcefully and painfully yanking it up behind her back. Corrie started to move her legs in a crawling motion trying to ease the pain in her burning shoulders, but Jules just kept ripping her arm upward. Jules lifted upward and then twisted Corrie’s arm and wrist violently backward, adding to the pain and discomfort she was already experiencing. Corrie’s legs kicked and bucked, while her free arm swung wildly, but she couldn’t break free of the hold. After almost a minute, Corrie’s shoulder felt like it was going to burst. Finally Jules let the blonde’s arm go and reached down grabbing a fistful of Corrie's long blonde hair and pulled her onto her feet. Corrie looked drunk as she stumbled around the ring until a brutal punch to the stomach had her bent in half and hunched over. Jules stepped forward and quickly wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection, hoisted backward and then slammed her to the mat in a picture perfect powerbomb.
The blonde was in lala land as she laid spread eagle, her head ringing, her breath short gasps. The black woman wasted no time and quickly plopped her bubbly ass on the blonde’s breasts and yelled for the ref to count. At this point it was a formality as the stripped shirt man’s hand came down again and again easily reaching 5. Corrie was barely stirring, as Jules sent a vicious smack across the blonde’s sore right cheek. Tears welled in Corrie’s eyes as Jules sat atop her breasts and began backhanding the blonde beauties face back and forth. Corrie’s face was bright red and tears trickled from her enchanting eyes when the slapping finally stopped, Jules satisfied with her easily earned victory. The black woman rose off the aching blonde and waved out to the roaring crowd, leaving the beaten blonde laying in the center of the ring.
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