Heather v. Tammy
Heather was a former WWA champion, and had been on a tear recently. Tammy beat Heather for her championship, and planned on demolishing the lithe brunette-- for good.
Heather was 5'6", brunette, lean, small breasts and shaply, lean legs. She had a cat-like look to her face, and was fierce and sexy. For this match, she wore a shimmery black singlet, sheer hose, and shiny, maroon boots. Tammy was 5'7" and a busty, voluptuous loudmouth who had the power to back up her trash talk. She had reddish blond hair, round eyes, and a tribal tramp stamp that peeked from behind her white one piece wrestling singlet. She wore white boots and white knee pads.
Heather and Tammy locked up in the middle of the ring. Heather quickly turned the lockup into an arm wringer, and the pain made Tammy grit her teeth, go up on her tiptoes, and hold her hand out as if to say "stop it!" Heather wrung and jerked on the arm again and again, and Tammy began screeching with each move. Tammy cocked her fist back, but Heather headed it off by wringing the arm again and twisting Tammy into a hammerlock.
Tammy endured the move, probing for a weakness. She feinted to go for Heather's boot, and when Heather leaned over to anticipate the move, Tammy cold cocked her in the face with an elbow. Heather staggered backwards, holding her face, and Tammy took advantage by raining blows at her head. Tammy backed Heather into a corner and hit her with forearms to the face, then a knee to the gut, doubling Heather over. Heather's eyes squeezed shut, she groaned loudly and her mouth dropped open-- the ref asked if it was a low blow, but Heather's breath was gone, and before she could gather herself to answer, Tammy hit her again with a knee.
This was clearly a low blow, and Heather's hands stole down to her crotch, and she dropped to her knees on the mat. The ref backed Tammy up and gave her a warning. Tammy held up her hands, looking straight at the ref and sincerely said "sorry ref-- won't happen again". Then she went right back to work on Heather, who was still dazed and moaning on the mat. She hauled Heather up by her hair, and punched her right in the face again. This time, Heather dropped to the mat on all fours, semi-conscious. When Tammy dragged her up by the hair yet again, Heather's arms were limp and swaying by her sides, defenseless. Tammy pushed Heather back slightly, catching her by the arm, then yanking her forward and delivering a short-arm clothesline. Heather violently was flung to the mat neck first, her legs kicking up in the air, but before her legs could fall forward, Tammy, still holding Heather's arm, dropped a knee onto her head, stood up again, and dropped a knee into her gut.
Heather's limp body convulsed with the knee drops, and her body trembled and quivered on the mat. When Tammy pulled her up for the last time, Heather had the stupid, dazed, closed eye expression of the semi-conscious loser who was about to be put away. Tammy hoisted Heather onto her shoulders, and Heather lay draped across her limply. Then Tammy administered a crushing Death Valley Driver, which knocked Heather into next week.
Heather lay flat on her back in the ring, knocked out, her lips parted, breathing heavily. Tammy pinned her for a two count, and then dragged her up by the hair to break the count, laughing. The ref protested, and Tammy, again with complete sincerity said "sorry ref, my bad-- I got carried away".
Tammy then lifted Heather's body up and hit her with a Tombstone Piledriver. Heather didn't move, and her arms and legs dropped to the mat.
Tammy pinned her again, but this time she lay on top of Heather's body in a full body pin, her huge, luscious breasts crushing Heather's face. She pushed Heather's arms so they were over her head, and pinned her arms down. The referee counted to 3, but Tammy demanded a 10 count. The ref reluctantly obliged, and while he was counting, Tammy ground her boobs into Heather's face. Tammy's eyes closed, and she looked like she was on the cusp of ecstacy.
After the ref lifted Tammy's arm in victory, Tammy shoved the ref out of the ring while he wasn't looking, and lay down next to Heather, playing with her limp arms, lifting her unconscious face by the hair, and squeezing her wide mouth into pouty kissy lips. Tammy kissed Heather, her mouth and tongue working against Heather's mouth, and then she violently tossed her head to the mat. Heather lay still, completely defeated. Tammy stood over Heather and put a boot on her chest, raising her arms in complete victory.
Match results: Tammy d. Heather with a Death Valley Driver followed by a Tombstone Piledriver, full body, arms above head, breasts to the face pin in 3:34. Kissing, rag dolling, playing with defeated opponent, one-sided, heel wins.
After the match, Heather was carried from the ring on a stretcher. She was diagnosed with a concussion, and took several minutes to regain consciousness. She was ruled out of action for at least 2 weeks.
