Mart 20, 2021

Squared Circle Sexfight

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“Let’s see it then!” Natalie, or Natalya as she is called in the WWE, shouted in challenge as she climbed through the ropes of the ring with purpose, her voice echoing through the empty Performance Center.

“What are you even talking about, Natty?” Called back Natalya’s tag team partner, Beth Kocianski, known on TV as Beth Phoenix.

“I heard what you said to Carano! About how you were carrying me… About how we’ve never had a real feud because the fans wouldn’t believe I could beat you.” The explanation came hot and heavy, as Natalya, clearly upset, moved to the far corner of the squared circle.

“Look… I didn…” Beth began, as she looked up from the padded floor outside the ring, shocked that her private conversation had been heard, a surprise which left her desperately trying to think of a way to explain what she had said, though no explanation seemed sufficient – not when the words spoken were so harsh and dismissive.

“Save it!” Natalya shouted from the corner, not interested in talking it out, or hearing Beth’s side of the story. “Just get in this ring, NOW!”

Beth, unsure how to react or respond, rolled into the ring, stood up, and took her position in the corner opposite her upset partner.

“Ok, you know what?!” Beth’s sullen face, suddenly found itself plastered with a confident smirk. “Yeah, I said that… And you know what? All of it is true, Nattie – every last bit of it. Which is why Corano agreed with me!”

Even though Natalya had heard the entire conversation, and knew that in it, Beth was saying what she really felt, hearing her admit to having said it, and then own it in such a confident way, hurt. A pain, the Hart was determined to return to her partner. “Uh huh, so let’s see it, ‘Glamazon’.” Wearing not but a pair of short, tight, black and gray-striped gym shorts, and a tight gray and black sports bra with a zipper in the back, Natalya stepped forward, her eyes narrowed with focused.

“You keep saying that! See what?” Beth asked in confusion, as she looked at her partner’s slow advance, the Glamazon wearing a near matching outfit, though all black, with no gray.

“You and me. Right now. Right here.” Natalya stated flatly, her eyes never leaving Beth’s.

“You want to wrestle?” Beth’s eyes dramatically rolled before she asked in a dismissive tone. “What is that gonna prove?”

“A lot, because we’re going to be wrestling for real, Beth. No selling. No script. Me vs. you. Natalie Neidhart versus Beth Kocianski, till one of pins the other or forces the other to submit.”

The explanation took a moment to settle in, as Beth quietly walked to the center of the ring, sizing up the tone and tenor in which the challenge was made. “You’re really serious?”

“Very.” Natalya responded shortly, she too walking forward until she was only a few feet away from Beth.

“But you don’t stand a chance against me.” The Glamazon saw the statement as an offering to her partner – a last chance to take her offer back, though it did just the opposite, instead fueling Nattie’s desire for a match even more. That desire was obvious to Beth, who quickly dropped into a more defensive stance, preparing herself for what was about to happen.

“AARrRGGGHHH” Natalya lunged forward, as did her partner, both locking up in the tightest clinch either had ever been in, each using all of their strength to try and overpower the other. One might assume that due to Beth’s reputation for power, that she would easily win such a contest, but Natalie was one of the strongest women the division had ever seen, and was able to match the Phoenix push for push, each shove from either ending only in a deadlock. A deadlock which surprised the Glamazon to such a degree, that she found herself unprepared for Natalya’s quick move to shift their clinch into a headlock. A real headlock, applied by the only female graduate of the Hart Dungeon, who knew exactly the kind of pressure such a hold could cause. Seeking to inflict as much, Natalya squeezed, and squeezed, as hard as she could, trying to cut off all the blood to her opponent’s brain.

Such intentions were becoming reality, as the painful and disorienting effects of the hold began to take effect on Beth, who began to stumble, and falter. Such a staggering state made it clear to the Glamazon that she had to escape, and escape quickly, lest she find herself defeated by her opponent’s first hold. Wanting to avoid such a fate, Beth wrapped her arms around Natalya, and lifted her high up into the air, only to slam her, groin first, back down on Beth’s outstretched knee. Natalya grunted, but held on, hoping to tire her opponent out, before too much damage could be done. Beth, for her part, lifted Natalya up into the air again, and then again, slammed her down on her knee. Natalya, despite her strength, and masterful grip, was forced to let go, as she collapsed forward off of Beth’s knee, into a kneel.

Beth, still unsure how exactly to wrestle another woman for real, went for the first move she could think of, a sleeper hold, wrapping her arm bahis firmaları around Natalya’s throat. Then, with that arm positioned, she sat down, and wrapped her thighs around the Hart’s torso, before collapsing back to the mat, bringing her opponent’s body with her. In reaction, Nattie began to reach out wildly, striking at Beth in anyway she could, knowing that such a hold was deadly, especially when applied by someone as strong as her opponent.

So much fire, Natalya had at first, as she threw a series of elbows back into Beth’s unprotected ribs, struggling and squirming to get out of the devastating hold. But slowly, second-by-second, she began to weaken – to tire, her opponent effectively choking her out, whilst using all of her body weight and strength to keep her from escaping. The effect was obvious to Beth, who could feel that with each moment that passed, and as seconds turned into minutes, the impact from Natalya’s strikes became lighter and lighter, until they could almost not be felt at all. It was then, when Beth knew how close her opponent was to passing out, that the smug Glamazon whispered into Natalya’s ear: “I knew you couldn’t handle me.” The comment came just before Beth released her hold, and rolled away from her nearly unconscious partner.

“Come on! Get up!” Beth demanded, as she motioned for Nattie to stand, though she knew she could not. Unwilling to wait, the Glamazon grabbed Natalya’s blonde and pink hair, and pulled her up to her knees, before slapping her as hard as she could across the face, a move which sent the Hart crashing back down to the mat below. “You’re pathetic, Nattie.” Beth mocked, as she walked back and forth in front of her grounded partner, who continued to try and push herself up from the canvas. “I can’t believe all this time, I actually thought you were tough! But NO, you’re just a prissy little bitch like all the rest of the Divas.” As Beth continued to talk, Natalya reached out, and tried to pull herself up, by grabbing onto each of the Glamazon’s powerful legs.

“Oh, you like my legs? Let’s give you a closer look.” Beth mocked, as she dropped down to her butt, and wrapped her mostly bare thighs around Natalya’s neck, head, and throat, locking her into a brutal head scissor. “How do you like that!?” The Glamazon asked as she squeezed, again cutting off the air to Natalya’s brain. The move again sent Nattie squirming, her arms punching in desperation at Beth’s exposed stomach, trying to force her to release the hold so she could breath again. And though each blow hurt, and caused Beth to grunt in pain, instead of releasing the submission, she merely tightened the hold, betting that she could knock Natalya out, before any real damage to her abs was done. It was a good bet, one which Nattie knew she would lose, as her vision began to darken from lack of air. Knowing that it was then or never, Natalya used her legs to push herself up, and forward, causing Beth’s body to bend into a U-shape, until the Hart had come almost to a stand, though her head was still caught between her opponent’s muscle-etched thighs. Beth, for her part, clung tight, not allowing Natalya’s new angle to force her to release the hold. But it was that decision Nattie counted on, as she then used all of her strength, and waning consciousness, to pick up her opponent with a loud grunt, to walk forward, and then to slam her opponent’s lower back into the turnbuckle, once, and then again, and again.

The blows were painful and awkward, forcing Beth to release her scissor, as she crumpled into a ball in the corner of the ring. Exhausted and breathless, Natalya collapsed to her knees in front of her opponent, gasping for air as they both tried to recover. Beth, having had less damage done to her, came to her feet first, though only a second or two before Natalya. Once upright, and with a frustrated growl, Beth swung a wild and anger-driven fist at Natalya, who grabbed the Glamazon’s wrist, ducked under, and locked in a vicious crossface chicken wing, shoving Beth’s left arm up behind her back, and wrapping her own right around Beth’s throat. Then, like as was done to her, Natalya dropped, pulled her opponent with her, and wrapped her thighs around the Glamazon’s abdomen, locking her in a tight body scissor.

Being both a choke and a painful submission hold, Beth began to not only scream out in pain, but also suffer from the same effects that had taken such a toll on Natalya earlier. Clutched between her partner’s thighs, Beth too tried to throw elbows, with her one free arm, but found that her opponent was better at angling their bodies so that such strikes would be hard or even impossible to land. Minutes passed, as Beth squirmed, trying desperately to escape the hold, though to no avail, until finally, she too began to tire, until her attempts at escape were fewer, and far between, being only barely able to move, her energy spent in Natalya’s expert grasp.

The Glamazon, desperate to escape her partner’s clutches, and knowing that she would soon be defeated by someone she knew to be her lesser, decided on kaçak iddaa a rather unusual attempt at escape. One which required her to lean up and forward as much as she could given the hold she found herself in, and then, once at the apex of that attempt, to reach down between their stacked legs and pelvises. Having just enough arm length, and upper-body strength to accomplish it, Beth then began to, shockingly, massage Natalya’s clit, which remained hidden under only the thinnest layer of tight gym shorts. Natalya, notorious for having a phobia of even the suggestion of lesbianism, immediately released her chicken wing, and rolled away. “What the hell was that!?” Natalya shouted in interrogative outrage, as her opponent tried to pick herself up off the mat.

“You know … you liked it.” Beth offered in defiant explanation, as she coughed and gasped for air on all fours.

“I most certainly did not! Why-why would you even think such a thing!?” The Hart demanded to know, as she brought herself back to a stand in the farthest corner she could find.

“You don’t think I’ve caught you looking at me? At the other girls in the division? You don’t think I know why you’re so weird whenever anyone even mentions the idea of lesbianism to you?” Beth asked in rapid succession, as she reached her feet, her breathing still heavy and labored.

“I do not! I don’t look at you or the other girls! That’s crazy! YOU’RE crazy!” Natalya shouted, absolutely triggered by the suggestion. Beth did not respond, instead she charged, slamming into Natalya in the corner, who was far to fixated on her partner’s words, to watch for an attack. After the initial impact, one aimed at being just hard enough to push and pin, Beth used a single forearm to hold Natalya still, and unable to escape. Then, as Natalya began to struggle, the Glamazon used her free hand to slip into the Hart’s shorts, and down into the lips of her sex. Natalya tried to struggle free, but it was too late, Beth finding all the evidence she needed in her partner’s incredibly wet pussy.

“So, want to tell me again that you don’t like it? That wrestling other women doesn’t turn you on, Nattie?” As every word passed Beth’s lips, which hovered closer and closer to Natalya’s, the latter continued to writhe, using all her might to try and push herself free. In response, and knowing that she could not keep her pinned in the corner indefinitely, Beth removed her soaked finger from her opponent’s cunt, and then after removing her hand from their lining, tore down the Hart’s shape-hugging gym shorts and panties, until they fell past her thighs,and landed between her ankles. Beth, wanting the trophy for herself, used her heel to catch Nattie’s bottoms, and tug them away from their owner with a backwards kick. Then, having made her point, Beth pulled back her forearm, and drove a knee into Natalya’s gut – before doing it again, and again, until Natalya’s violent struggling stopped, and she went limp in the corner, her arms draped over each of the top ropes.

Beth, knowing that given Natalya’s current state, she was free to step back, she did so, before grabbing the pink lace panties from her opponent’s shed gym shorts, and then walking to the center of the ring. “Come on Nattie! Wake up!” As Beth mocked, Natalya began to stir in the corner, slowly at first, until she came to the horrific realization that her partner had left her cunt exposed, with her bottoms too far away to be reached.

“Beth, you bitch! Give me those!” Nattie demanded, as she used both hands to cover her pubic hair, which was trimmed into a heart-shape.

“Come get em!” Beth challenged, enjoying the sight of Natalya squirming in offended modesty.

“No! Not until you give me my shorts back! I can’t wrestle like this!” Her response was heartfelt, as despite her secret desires, which she had kept hidden for decades, she was, in fact, quite shy when it came to moments of overt sexuality.

“You can’t? I can!” Unwilling to accept Natalya’s terms, Beth dropped Natalya’s panties to the mat below, and then reached down, and pulled down her own gym shorts and thong, so that she and her opponent now matched in their states of mutual undress.

Though the sight distracted Natalya for a moment, as her eyes, without intention, found themselves glued to her partner’s clean shaven pussy tip, she responded with another denial while she leaned against the corner, hands still covering her cunt. “That doesn’t make anything better! I’m still not wrestling you until I get my shorts back! And until you put yours back on! I’m not a lesbian!”

“Fine! I’ll just have to kick your ass without resistance then!” As her sentence finished, Beth again charged, this time diving into the air at as she approached the corner, intending to come down on the Hart with a stinger splash. Then, despite her denials and spoken refusals, Nattie’s wrestling instincts kicked in, forcing her to step forward, let go of her modesty-molded grip, and catch Beth mid-air in tight bear hug. With such a hold applied, Natalya stepped out of the corner, carrying kaçak bahis her opponent with her, trying to put every ounce of strength she had to keep Beth in her grasp, knowing that if she could tire Beth out, she could once again grab and put on her shorts, which laid not feet from they stumbling two.

The plan however, did not work, in fact it backfired, as Beth first, and with speed, reached around Natalya’s back, and unzipped her sports bra, only to then reach around her own back, and quickly do the same to her own. Natalya was stunned by the further undressing, and went to yell at Beth for the act, but before she could utter a single word, the graduate of the Hart Dungeon found herself buried between the Glamazon’s perfectly shaped tits, struggling not just to speak but to breathe. That suffocating feeling found itself worsened, as Beth brought her legs up, and locked her thick, muscle-bound thighs around Nattie’s ribs, squeezing as tight as she could.

For a moment Natalya thought to herself, if she should release her bearhug, but decided against it, committing herself to see who would give out first. Due to that decision, together the two languished, body-to-body, each draining the life from the other, a struggle that continued, even after Natalya dropped to her knees. Beth wanted to appear as if she was getting the better of the engagement, as if it was she who was dishing out the punishment, but as they dropped together, the Glamazon cried out in pain, finding herself only barely able to keep her opponent’s face held between her boobs. And even though she could keep her placed there, she did so with so little strength, that Nattie found herself once more able to breathe, if only barely due to the leg scissor around her abdomen.

“Give … up … Beth!” Natalya demanded through gritted teeth, with air from compressing lungs, before groaning in pain from a tightening squeeze from her opponent.

“Ne-ver!” Beth blurted out between pain-induced moans, finding herself leaning backwards in Natalya’s tight bearhug, which was meant to put as much pressure on the Glamazon’s lower back as possible.

Together they squeezed and moaned, using every ounce of their strength to make the other submit, but as they each poured it on, and endured the others onslaught, they suddenly collapsed, with Natalya landing on her back, and Beth landing on top of her in a straddle. Both from the impact of the fall, and the exhaustion coursing through their bodies, both of their holds upon the other were broken – the two instead landing in a gripless clump upon the mat.

Beth again stirred first, just in time to reach in, detangle, and then tear Natalya’s undone sports bra out from between their bodies, just as the modest Hart, fatigued beyond measure, and barely able to move, reached with slow fingers to grab at it. There, with each wearing nothing but their gym shoes, and short white socks, they both laid gasping for air – tits pressing into tits, ab-etched stomachs locked together, their effort-flushed cheeks laying against one another.

After a single moment stretched into several, Beth brought her head up, and back, until her lips hovered just above Natalya’s. “Tell me you want this… Tell me you’re a lesbian. And that wrestling me turns you on…” She whispered softly, though still in a mocking tone, before rearing back only slightly, and then using her nose to rub against the tip of Natalya’s.

“I … don’t… I’m not!” Natalya offered weakly in denial, she still being broken from all that had just transpired.

“Liar…” As the soft accusal of dishonesty came, Beth grabbed at Natalya’s hands with her own, interlaced their fingers, and then pinned her opponent’s arms to the mat, straight out to either side of them.

“1…” Beth counted, intentionally slow, wanting to drive Natalya, who at that point stirred only halfheartedly, into resisting.

“2…” She counted again, as she began to rub her bare tits against Natalya’s, hoping that by turning her on, Beth might light her partner’s fire. A bet which paid off, as the graduate of the Hart Dungeon mustered her strength, and pressed upward with her right arm, lifting her should just centimeters off the mat. Beth, secretly pleased, immediately pushed Natalya’s shoulder back to the mat, before starting again.

“1…” At the number’s utterance, Natalya opened and locked eyes with her partner, before again trying to raise a shoulder up. Upon her attempt, she met only an intentionally restrained resistance from Beth, who found that she loved every single second of the pin, the feeling of Natalya weakly trying to escape it, and in truth, found herself wanting more than anything, to continue their battle, even if she had been resistant to the challenge at first.

“2…” Beth continued her count begrudgingly, before she began to place the smallest of kisses upon Natalya’s face, their chests still mashing together, tits squeezing out on either side of their connected bodies. Driven by a maddened desire to end the Glamazon’s advances, even if she enjoyed them, Natalya again pushed her shoulder off the mat, this time lifting not only her own shoulder and arm off the mat, but also Beth’s entire body up, before her strength gave out, and both came crashing back down.

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