Priscilla Kelly had been having a rough year, who wasn't? But she was ready to get everything back on track with a new attitude, a new approach, and a new goal. PK was finally ready to unveil the new 'her,' on her first victim; Heather Monroe. PK had no intention of wasting time off of national television with her new approach, and she knew she could use this match to catapult herself to the mainstream. Beyond a couple of gifs of her exploits going viral, PK hadn't captured attention in the way she wanted and that would end tonight. Priscilla crouched in the corner, dressed in her hot red attire, waiting for her opponent to appear at a small venue in middle America. After having to wait an annoying amount of time, Monroe's music finally hit as she skipped out of the back, dressed in a garish blue two piece. PK couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight of her blonde opponent, she'd be the perfect start to launch PK into the headlines. As Heather stepped into the ring, she glared across at Priscilla and tried to put on an intimidating face, Kelly just looked back, devouring Heather with her eyes.
Once both women were set in the ring, the referee pulled them together for the ceremonial handshake. Heather offered up her hand for the show of respect. Priscilla looked back at Heather in disgust before roughly grabbing the blonde's hand. Priscilla crushed Monroe's hand in her grip and pulled her in close. "Enjoy your last night, I know I will," Priscilla whispered into Heather's ear, before laying a long wet lick across the older woman's face. PK let go of Heather's hand as the blonde recoiled in disgust. The referee quickly called for the bell with the women separated. After recovering from the shock of Priscilla's stunt, Monroe glared across the ring in a rage. Heather charged headlong into PK with her arm outstretched for a clothesline. But Priscilla Kelly saw her coming a mile away and easily side stepped her opponent, yanking Monroe's leg out from under her and sending the blonde crashing face first into the mat. "Jeez, this is gonna be easier than I thought," Priscilla said with a laugh. Heather clutched her nose in pain as she slowly got back up to her feet, fuming even more than before with no idea where PK was lurking. The second she got to her feet and turned around, Heather found out exactly where Kelly was as she flung herself off the ropes with a big boot. Monroe had no time to react as Priscilla's boot slammed her in the face. Monroe collapsed on her back in a heap, PK's boot leaving a dirty mark on her face. Kelly had to stifle a laugh to herself as she stood over the now unconscious Heather Monroe. Some would think a 45 second win would be enough of a statement, but the new Priscilla Kelly had much bigger plans than that. The crowd booed the display in the ring, feeling cheated with such a quick match, but they were about to get a lot more than they paid for. Priscilla straddled her downed opponent, leaning forward she squeezed down on each of Monroe's mediocre tits. The ref tried to argue with PK for a moment, before dropping down to the mat to begin his count for the unconventional pinfall attempt.
1, 2...
Before the referee's hand could come down for the 3-count, Priscilla sat up straight and pulled Monroe's hair, yanking her shoulders off the mat. Monroe was still out cold as she was held up by her hair. "Aww, I'm sorry about this sweetie, I promise I wanted to do it to someone prettier." Priscilla said mockingly, before spitting into her hand and sending a thunderous slap to the sleeping woman's face. Heather Monroe jolted back to consciousness while PK still mounted her, "Where am I?" Monroe asked groggily underneath Kelly. Priscilla looked down at the blonde with disdain, "Well, you might as well be in hell for the rest of the night," Priscilla punctuate her statement by sucking on two of her fingers, and then suddenly forcing them into Heather's mouth. The crowd roared as the tone of the night was quickly changing. Monroe kicked her legs and flailed as Priscilla forced her saliva covered fingers down her throat. Monroe had no idea what was happening to her as she struggled beneath Priscilla. Without warning PK let go of Monroe's hair and pulled her fingers out of her mouth. Heather coughed and gasped as she tried to spit up the taste in her mouth. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Monroe screamed in horror. Priscilla looked down at her opponent with a sadistic grin. "More than you could ever know honey."
Priscilla forced Heather back down and shifted herself to take a seat with her plump rump on Heather's face. PK locked her powerful thighs around Monroe's head and squeezed like she as trying to crush a watermelon. Heather immediately started to buck and squirm underneath her raven haired attacker. "MmmmmPPHHFFF!" Heather cried into Priscilla Kelly's snatch. "Ahhh, keep screaming skank, that feels real nice." PK purred as she gyrated her hips into the face of Monroe. Priscilla planted the palms of her hands on the mat to give herself leverage as she worked herself right into Heather's face. The blonde really had no idea what was happening to her as she flailed and thrashed under her sadistic dominatrix. "NNNnnnnNNN, PPlllsss!!!" Monroe cried out as she futilely slapped her hands at PK, doing anything she could to try and get the vice grip thighs off of her head before she lost consciousness for the second time tonight. "What's that Heather, you need some action too?" Priscilla asked, she shifted her positioning, taking her palms off the mat but leaving her legs wrapped around Monroe's head. With one hand Priscilla grabbed one of Monroe's legs and cranked it up as if she was attempting a pin fall. But with her free hand, Priscilla started to sensually rub along the crotch of Heather's blue shorts.
The second PK touched Monroe there, the blonde tensed up, before beginning to struggle harder than ever before. "HhhhhlllpppMMMMMM!" Heather screamed into Priscilla as the younger woman continued to gyrate herself into her victim's face. "I'd recommend trying to enjoy this part, this is about as good as it's going to get for you." Priscilla cooed as she rubbed Monroe's crotch. Clearly Heather wasn't listening to PK's advice was she continued to thrash and actually began digging her nails into PK's thighs, trying everything to get her off. "You stupid fucking bitch!" Kelly chastised. PK then shifted her attack from pleasure to pain as she slipped her hand under Heather's gear, right up against her bare snatch. The crowd roared as the watched Priscilla slip her hand into Heather's trunks. "You wanna get nasty bitch, we'll get nasty," PK punctuated her statement by digging her nails into Monroe's most sensitive area with a ruthlessly crotch claw. Heather howled in pain, she immediately gave up on clawing Kelly's thighs as her hands instinctively traveled down South to attempt to pry Priscilla away from her crotch. Priscilla let out a little giggle as Heather contorted her body in pain, she couldn't have possibly imagined what was in store for her tonight but she was in for a much longer night from here.
Heather squealed into PK as she began running out of air, she feverishly tried to pull PK's hand out of her trunks to no avail as PK ravaged her snatch. Priscilla could feel herself starting to get wet as she continued to ride her victim, she loved the feeling of total domination. Not only being able to do whatever she wanted physically to her opponent, but also with the knowledge that she could ruin their career in one night. Monroe wasn't thinking about her career as she struggled for breath, her face beginning to turn blue, against Kelly's smothering and relentless crotch. PK kept her powerful thighs locked around Heather's head as she continued to gyrate into the blonde, using Heather nose to get herself off. "Oh Heather, your face makes a great fuck post," PK taunted as she rode the rapidly fading Heather Monroe, continuing her genital assault by scratching and raking at Heather's defenseless crotch. It all became too much for her; the humiliation, the pain, the lack of oxygen. Heather suddenly went limp under PK, though Priscilla didn't seem to mind as she continued to ride Heather's unconscious face, shifting her crotch claw back to rubbing Monroe's snatch, as she started to feel a wetness from her knocked out opponent.
While PK seemed to be more than happy to continued her destruction on the ruined woman, the referee was having none of it. He raised Heather's hand and watched it fall to the mat with no reaction. He got up and called for the bell. But Kelly wasn't finished, she moaned to herself as she continued to ride Heather, quickening her pace of both gyration, and the finger fucking of the KOed Monroe. After a few more moments she managed to drag Heather through to ecstasy, as Monroe exploded in her own trunks. Just before PK could get her own satisfaction however, the referee roughly yanked her off of Monroe. The crowd displayed their dissatisfaction as they ruthlessly booed the referee who tried to raise PK's arm in victory. PK looked back at the ref with disdain, before delivering a swift kick between the legs. The audience roared in approval as the ref clutched his crotch and rolled out of the ring. Priscilla played to the crowd for a moment before looking back to the still unconscious Heather Monroe, her blue trunks now stained from Priscilla's expert finger-fucking. "Now where were we?" Priscilla Kelly said as she stalked her downed prey.
As PK stepped over to Heather Monroe, she started to sense that the blonde was stirring at her feet. The wouldn't do for Priscilla's next plans so she bent over and pulled Monroe up by the hair. Kelly forced Heather's head in between her thick thighs. Monroe still hadn't come to as PK bent over and lifted Monroe up into position for a piledriver. "Unh, where am I?" Heather said with her body flipped upside down, regaining consciousness for the second time tonight, but it wouldn't last as PK sat out and buried Monroe's head into the mat. The consciousness that Monroe had only just regained was dispelled the instant PK brutally demolished her blonde victim with a reckless piledriver. The audience audibly winced from the sight of the ruthless attack as Heather went limp on the mat. Priscilla mock wiped off her hands as she stood back up, having knocked Heather Monroe out for the third time tonight, and then she went to work. Priscilla strutted down to Monroe's lower half, she bent over and hooked her fingers under the waistband of Heather's tight shorts before effortlessly sliding them down the unconscious woman's legs. The crowd lost it as PK revealed that Monroe had unfortunately elected to wear nothing underneath her shorts tonight. PK giggled to herself at the sight of Monroe's freshly trimmed snatch as she fully removed the wet garment from Heather's legs. Priscilla raised the garish blue shorts over her head like a trophy.
Priscilla then stepped up over to Heather's top half, yanking her head up off the mat by her hair. Priscilla sat the unconscious woman up in front of her, before pulled her own shorts down over her face, making sure to position it as such that the wet spot on Monroe's shorts came down right over her nose and mouth. With Monroe's face now covered by her soiled shorts, Priscilla changed her attention to the rest of Monroe's attire, she yanked down Heather's top, using the thoughtfully placed cleavage window to pop out both of Heather's disappointing tits. Cameras flashed throughout the crowd as the audience all got an eyeful of the now fully exposed Heather Monroe, left in only her boots and her out of place top. While most would have thought that PK had made enough of a statement, she had one more step in mind to really put a cherry on her night. Priscilla stepped out of the ring, leaving the stripped and abused Heather to her slumber. PK rummaged under the ring for a couple of moments before she pulled out a small satin bag. Kelly rolled back into the ring with the bag in hand. Heather Monroe was still clearly unconscious, her shorts still covering her face in humiliating fashion. Priscilla stood over the blonde and reached into the bag, pulling out an ornate, long, glass dildo. The crowd erupted as Priscilla held the dildo over her head. Ever the show-woman, Priscilla opened her mouth and slid the glass dildo effortlessly down her throat, sliding it in an out multiple times, not only to show off for the crowd but also to lubricate the glass sex toy.
Once PK had sufficiently showed off her skills, she plopped down, taking a seat on the unconscious blonde's face. PK reached forward and hooked one of Monroe's legs under her arm, showing off Heather's pussy and asshole to the entire crowd. Priscilla licked her lips at the sight of Monroe's unprotected snatch, and with no reason left to stall PK took the dildo in her hand and got to work. PK first started by teasing the unconscious blonde, dancing the glass dildo around the outside of Monroe's snatch. Without warning, Priscilla stopped her teasing and plunged the dildo into Heather Monroe. She effortlessly worked it in and out of Monroe's quivering snatch, quickly working up even more wetness than before as the blonde continued to slumber. The roar of the crowd had reached a fever pitch as PK fucked the demolished woman beneath her. PK could feel herself getting wet again as she fucked her opponent. Monroe's unconscious body quickly betrayed her as the blonde reached her climax, squirting in the center of the ring. The crowd was loving every moment of Monroe's profound destruction, but all good things must come to an end, as Priscilla slid the glass dildo out of Heather's soaked snatch. Heather still had no idea what was happening to her as Pricilla dropped her leg, leaving Heather to stew in her own cum. Priscilla stood up and planted her boot on the chest of the defeated and violated blonde. In one last display for her loyal audience; Priscilla slid the dildo back down her throat, instantly cleaning it of Monroe's juices as Kelly struck a pose on top of her unfortunate victim. For the first time in months PK was satisfied with herself, and she knew this was only the beginning.
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