Jade1503
Swell Supporter
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2015
After CWF’s first title match and Satsuki Kiryuin being carried to the infirmary, the third match was about to commence as the spectators got back to they’re seats and the announcer’s voice boomed throughout the arena.
‘FOR OUR FINAL MATCH, MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING: AFRIKA ALAN!’
The doors opened and Afrika Alan, her long black hair swaying left and right and wearing her leopard skin top and short with black boots, walked towards the ring. She high-fived passing fans before climbing into the ring: posing sexually for her fans until the end of her theme song.
‘AND HER OPPONENT!’ the announcer continued. ‘FROM CHICAGO: NEGGY!’
The doors opened again and Neggy, wearing a red and white one piece-wrestling leotard, ran towards the ring: high-fiving some of her fans as she passed through them. She jumped into the ring and raised her fists into the air: inciting the crowd to cheer louder for her. Once the cheers died down, she turned to face Afrika who regarded hungrily.
‘Mmmmmm...’ she said. ‘I barely get to wrestle dark-skinned girls. This is heaven-sent.’
Neggy blushed and put up her fists. ‘Get those perverted thoughts out of your head! We’re here to fight!’
‘True.’ Afrika sighed. ‘It’s a waste though...’
The bell rang and Neggy wasted no time in charging in and fired I right punch towards Afrika but, being the strongest, Afrika caught her punch and bent it before pulling Neggy over her shoulders. Afrika smiled and spun in circles before falling backwards, slamming Neggy onto the mat. As Neggy lay on her back in pain, Afrika pulled her up onto her feet, lifted her into the air and slammed Neggy’s feet feet onto the mat with an atomic drop: damaging both of Neggy’s feet and spine in the process. As Neggy waddled backwards, arching her back, Afrika wrapped her arms around Neggy’s waist and slammed her backwards: delivering three German suplexes on her. Neggy cried out in pain every time her head hit the mat until Afrika pinned her on the third: hoping for a quick victory. The referee made the count.
‘1... 2...’
Neggy kicked out and Afrika quickly pulled her onto her feet and Irish whipped her towards the turnbuckle: Afrika charged towards her, planning to ram Neggy into the turnbuckle. but as she got nearer, Neggy raised her right elbow and Afrika rammed her face into it: making Afrika stumbled backwards, holding her face in pain and moaning. With her opponent distracted, Neggy jumped on top of the turnbuckle and flipped onto Afrika’s shoulders: flipping her backwards and slamming her face in a hurricane. As Afrika laid face-first into the mat, Neggy sat on her back and applied single Boston crab: only making Afrika laughed loudly.
‘You have to try better than that, little girl!’
Afrika pulled Neggy off her back, Neggy on her fours, and before Neggy could get up, Afrika elbow dropped on her spine: making Neggy cried in pain. Then Afrika pulled both of Neggy’s legs backwards in a double Boston crab: almost breaking her back.
‘This is how you do a double Boston crab!’
Neggy cried and tried to reach the ropes: pulling Afrika with her. Finally, Neggy reached the bottom ropes and the referee forced Afrika to let go of Neggy. With a shrug, Afrika released Neggy from the hold but still grabbing Neggy by the legs: she swung her in circles before throwing her onto the mat. With Neggy on her back, Afrika approached, ready to deal more damage to Neggy, but when she was about to pick up Neggy. Neggy kicked her in the stomach. As Afrika clutched her stomach in pain, Neggy stood up, grabbed Afrika by the hair and slammed her into the turnbuckle: her head stuck in the turnbuckle with her rear sticking out. With Afrika trapped, Neggy elbowed Afrika’s back and kneed her stomach: making Afrika groaned and spat out saliva. Finally, Neggy pulled Afrika out of the turnbuckle and crawled under her: lifting Afrika up into the air on her shoulders. Neggy pulled Afrika’s upper body forward and in a packed piledriver, slammed Afrika into the mat.
Afrika gasped in pain as Neggy lifted her onto her feet and pushed her back into the turnbuckle: treating her like a punching bag. Afrika gasped and spat out saliva as Neggy fired punches into her face and her stomach until Afrika caught her right fist and delivered a powerful head butt into Neggy’s forehead: making Neggy cried out in pain and to fall onto her back. Neggy cradled her head in pain as Afrika pulled her onto her feet and lifted her over her shoulders: applying torture rack backbreaker. As Neggy screamed in agony, Afrika paraded her around the ring : bending her body down by the legs and throat until she heard a soft pop coming from Neggy’s spine. Not wanting to damage her too much, Afrika lifted Neggy above her head and slammed her face-first down into the mat: Neggy moaning in pain. Then Afrika lifted Neggy onto her feet where Neggy attempted a right hook but now that she had been weakened dramatically, Afrika easily blocked her punch, grinning at her.
‘Damn it...’ Neggy panted, seeing that her attack failed.
Afrika smiled. ‘Just to warn you, this might hurt you a lot...’
Then to Neggy’s surprise, Afrika turned her upside down in the air and slammed her head into the mat in a piledriver: Neggy gave a sharp cry before becoming silent. Neggy’s body fell onto her back, Neggy lying still in an spread-eagle position and breathing heavily, and Afrika went for the cover: the referee making the count.
‘1... 2... 3!’
The bell rang and the referee raised Afrika’s right hand as she stood up and smiling at the cheering crowd. The announcer declared her the winner.
‘WINNER BY PINFALL: AFRIKA ALAN!’
Afrika smiled and when the referee let hand go, posed sexually for her fans until she heard Neggy moaning and waking up slowly. Smiling down at her opponent, Afrika went down to her knees, pulling Neggy in sitting position and kissed her on the cheeks: surprising Neggy. Afrika smiled at the puzzled look on Neggy’s face.
‘Good match hun, I hope we meet again,’
Afrika stood up and slid out of the ring and went backstage, leaving a confused Neggy still sitting in the ring.
‘FOR OUR FINAL MATCH, MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING: AFRIKA ALAN!’
The doors opened and Afrika Alan, her long black hair swaying left and right and wearing her leopard skin top and short with black boots, walked towards the ring. She high-fived passing fans before climbing into the ring: posing sexually for her fans until the end of her theme song.
‘AND HER OPPONENT!’ the announcer continued. ‘FROM CHICAGO: NEGGY!’
The doors opened again and Neggy, wearing a red and white one piece-wrestling leotard, ran towards the ring: high-fiving some of her fans as she passed through them. She jumped into the ring and raised her fists into the air: inciting the crowd to cheer louder for her. Once the cheers died down, she turned to face Afrika who regarded hungrily.
‘Mmmmmm...’ she said. ‘I barely get to wrestle dark-skinned girls. This is heaven-sent.’
Neggy blushed and put up her fists. ‘Get those perverted thoughts out of your head! We’re here to fight!’
‘True.’ Afrika sighed. ‘It’s a waste though...’
The bell rang and Neggy wasted no time in charging in and fired I right punch towards Afrika but, being the strongest, Afrika caught her punch and bent it before pulling Neggy over her shoulders. Afrika smiled and spun in circles before falling backwards, slamming Neggy onto the mat. As Neggy lay on her back in pain, Afrika pulled her up onto her feet, lifted her into the air and slammed Neggy’s feet feet onto the mat with an atomic drop: damaging both of Neggy’s feet and spine in the process. As Neggy waddled backwards, arching her back, Afrika wrapped her arms around Neggy’s waist and slammed her backwards: delivering three German suplexes on her. Neggy cried out in pain every time her head hit the mat until Afrika pinned her on the third: hoping for a quick victory. The referee made the count.
‘1... 2...’
Neggy kicked out and Afrika quickly pulled her onto her feet and Irish whipped her towards the turnbuckle: Afrika charged towards her, planning to ram Neggy into the turnbuckle. but as she got nearer, Neggy raised her right elbow and Afrika rammed her face into it: making Afrika stumbled backwards, holding her face in pain and moaning. With her opponent distracted, Neggy jumped on top of the turnbuckle and flipped onto Afrika’s shoulders: flipping her backwards and slamming her face in a hurricane. As Afrika laid face-first into the mat, Neggy sat on her back and applied single Boston crab: only making Afrika laughed loudly.
‘You have to try better than that, little girl!’
Afrika pulled Neggy off her back, Neggy on her fours, and before Neggy could get up, Afrika elbow dropped on her spine: making Neggy cried in pain. Then Afrika pulled both of Neggy’s legs backwards in a double Boston crab: almost breaking her back.
‘This is how you do a double Boston crab!’
Neggy cried and tried to reach the ropes: pulling Afrika with her. Finally, Neggy reached the bottom ropes and the referee forced Afrika to let go of Neggy. With a shrug, Afrika released Neggy from the hold but still grabbing Neggy by the legs: she swung her in circles before throwing her onto the mat. With Neggy on her back, Afrika approached, ready to deal more damage to Neggy, but when she was about to pick up Neggy. Neggy kicked her in the stomach. As Afrika clutched her stomach in pain, Neggy stood up, grabbed Afrika by the hair and slammed her into the turnbuckle: her head stuck in the turnbuckle with her rear sticking out. With Afrika trapped, Neggy elbowed Afrika’s back and kneed her stomach: making Afrika groaned and spat out saliva. Finally, Neggy pulled Afrika out of the turnbuckle and crawled under her: lifting Afrika up into the air on her shoulders. Neggy pulled Afrika’s upper body forward and in a packed piledriver, slammed Afrika into the mat.
Afrika gasped in pain as Neggy lifted her onto her feet and pushed her back into the turnbuckle: treating her like a punching bag. Afrika gasped and spat out saliva as Neggy fired punches into her face and her stomach until Afrika caught her right fist and delivered a powerful head butt into Neggy’s forehead: making Neggy cried out in pain and to fall onto her back. Neggy cradled her head in pain as Afrika pulled her onto her feet and lifted her over her shoulders: applying torture rack backbreaker. As Neggy screamed in agony, Afrika paraded her around the ring : bending her body down by the legs and throat until she heard a soft pop coming from Neggy’s spine. Not wanting to damage her too much, Afrika lifted Neggy above her head and slammed her face-first down into the mat: Neggy moaning in pain. Then Afrika lifted Neggy onto her feet where Neggy attempted a right hook but now that she had been weakened dramatically, Afrika easily blocked her punch, grinning at her.
‘Damn it...’ Neggy panted, seeing that her attack failed.
Afrika smiled. ‘Just to warn you, this might hurt you a lot...’
Then to Neggy’s surprise, Afrika turned her upside down in the air and slammed her head into the mat in a piledriver: Neggy gave a sharp cry before becoming silent. Neggy’s body fell onto her back, Neggy lying still in an spread-eagle position and breathing heavily, and Afrika went for the cover: the referee making the count.
‘1... 2... 3!’
The bell rang and the referee raised Afrika’s right hand as she stood up and smiling at the cheering crowd. The announcer declared her the winner.
‘WINNER BY PINFALL: AFRIKA ALAN!’
Afrika smiled and when the referee let hand go, posed sexually for her fans until she heard Neggy moaning and waking up slowly. Smiling down at her opponent, Afrika went down to her knees, pulling Neggy in sitting position and kissed her on the cheeks: surprising Neggy. Afrika smiled at the puzzled look on Neggy’s face.
‘Good match hun, I hope we meet again,’
Afrika stood up and slid out of the ring and went backstage, leaving a confused Neggy still sitting in the ring.
