Sheryl Blends vs Bree Tassilotte- Finisher Match

Sheryl took the body splash by Bree 'The Wild' Tassilotte, it not just hurt her opponent but also herself since her body is just as soft as any other girls, still weaken from their previous rounds but at least it stunned Sheryl for a moment thankfully. "Owwww..."

But now with her opponent in the corner, Bree starting to feel little more confident this time and slowly turning around while grabbing both side of the ropes, nearly brushing her butt against Sheryl as her tail swaying around. "I should be more wild, huh?!" Bree should try to thrust her rear end right into Sheryl into the corner, aiming to slam her into the corner more and more, but only little bit since she couldnt waste too much time, but at least she can keep her butt up against her and rest up a little. "NYA NYA!"

Sheryl couldn't believe she dropped her guard that far. Shaking her head and trying to berate herself silently. Sheryl couldn't deny though how the girl could be cute when not trying to be. Her eyes caught watching that swaying tail and feeling the light brush from her behind. "Wha...oof!" She coughed as she was hammered into the corner suddenly.

Sheryl's back crying out as she was hit into that corner yet again and was repeatedly getting pummeled into it. "I didn't say that." She complained not able to squirm away while Bree had her arms on the ropes. All she could do was try to lift up her knee to try and push back Bree from the corner and give Sheryl a chance to recover herself.

Bree somewhat got the upper hand as she ramming her butt right into Sheryl, knocking some air right out of her lungs as shes having some fun finally, unlike before she couldnt do much against her and really needed to do her best or she'll take a punishment of her own if loses the match. "Whatever!" She responded to her as she pull her butt out and preparing to do one big on, except that Sheryl was able to use her knee and shoving her out of the way. "Wah!"

The feline stumble forward and felling down face first hitting the mat with her rear end facing up. "Owwww..." she slowly gets on her knees and rubbing her face, it caught her by surprise and lost her balance, yet she slowly trying to regain her sense back and hoping to pushes herself up in time. "You....!"

Sheryl felt rather embarrassed by how she was getting butt checked into submission there. That was more than embarrassing enough for that girl. The air knocked out of her from the shots was not helping anything and the repeated shots were just keeping her struggling and gasping for air. That desperate attempt with her knee was a last resort and thankfully for Sheryl it paid off. Her opponent was sent stumbling and falling down. She would have laughed at her position if she wasn't in a bad state herself.

Stumbling out of the corner, Sheryl was doubled over panting and gasping for air. The girl knew this was bad and needed to do something. Trying half-hardheartedly to kick at her opponent, but being rather off-balance as she did so.

Bree just couldnt believe what just happen, her face just burns from hitting the mat like that and not sure how much Sheryl recovering from the butt smashing, hopefully she isnt letting her regain her strength so much, but slowly barely getting herself up standing until halfway, she felt a kick to the body as she yelp from the hit. "Owww!"

But she continues to try pushing herself up onto her feet, gritting from the pain and feeling so sore all over her body, she doesnt know how long she can keep going until she can take this girl out for good. "I am... gonna win this!" Bree tries to kick her stomach so she would double over, hoping to reach at her hair and getting that head between her legs, setting her up.

Sheryl was breathing hard feeling like she could barely keep this going. But she just had to hang on a little longer. One more finisher would end this match for good. "Just one more..." She panted and groaned trying to think positive and not get shaken up. At least that kick of hers managed to land on target.

What was surprising was how determined Bree was. The girl seemed somewhat intense, but she figured Bree would turn and give up when faced with this much discomfort. Sheryl was panting and preparing another kick until Bree beat her to the punch. That foot rising up quickly caught Sheryl in the gut making her cough out as she lost some wind. Doubling over the girl tried desperately to breathe and gasped slightly when feeling her head getting yanked in by her hair between Bree's legs. Helplessly she squirmed in that position trying to slip out but struggling to focus while that winded.

Bree panting so much that she also breaking some sweats from all over her body, the match was so intense for her that even it was difficult to pull off, especially taking on her smaller opponent like Sheryl. "Nya... I got you!" Her foot was able to connect to her stomach and double over, follow by pulling her head down between Bree's legs, locking her in while shes struggling to get out. "I am... gonna use my Copycat!... Copy my beloved Killer King finisher!"

Bree tries to pull off her finisher to end this match once and for all, hoping to pull Sheryl arms behind her back, one at a time to set her up, Bree never done this before so hopefully everything goes well, once she got it all set-up, the feline tries to jump up to drop down, faceplanting her opponent to the mat with Killer King's Pedigree.

Sheryl was certainly feeling the pressure and the intensity at this point of the match. Her body was shaking from the energy she had used up to this point and of course taking that kick to the gut completely had her winded. In that state the best she could do was squirm between Bree's legs trying to slip free of this situation. "Wha..." She coughed out barely able to speak at that moment. Of course it didn't help from that declaration that Sheryl had little idea what Bree was going to do.

While Sheryl resisted, the girl could still feel her arms getting locked up behind her back. Despite a last squirming attempt to free herself, Sheryl felt her body lifting up for a moment before driving down hard towards the mat. A pained groaned echoed out alongside the thud of the impact as Sheryl's head felt like it had just been scrambled. The girl terribly dazed as she would then collapse right onto the mat, panting and groaning from the pain and the shock of what had just occurred.

Bree getting her opponent in position where she have her head between the feline legs, hooking the arms behind the back just like her favorite wrestler of all time Killer King, then she manage to jump up and landing on her knees, it feels weird for her to use that move but she can understand and know how it feels to be in that hold, it was very painful and feeling pretty happy, very happy that she got Sheryl in that finisher, Copycat, getting the final score for the win.

"Meow? I won?... I WON!" She slowly gets up onto her feet and the announcer declaring Bree Tassilotte the winner of this match. It was her first win ever and was happy about it, never expected her to win honestly as the rules of it was tough as her opponent, but now, she was very glad it was over and taking a deep breath while sitting down in front of Sheryl as she watches her, slightly giggling. "You were good... but nothing... can top this cat!"

Right after the celebrate, suddenly someone was coming out to the ring from the stage and it was Killer King! He make his way to the ring until he slides in from behind Bree, grinning down at her and lightly, or roughly, patting her head. "You did great there, but you're long way to go to make it to the top, keep it going... got it!" Bree blushed but also scared of him from being this close and pretty worn out from the match, only she can respond is. "Purrrrrr~"

King look passed her and notices the other girl that Bree took on, he grins even wider as he slowly walks toward to her and looking down at her head, hearing the boos as the crowd knows whats gonna happen next unless that Sheryl girl could escape. "Heh, short little thing are you?"

Taking that finisher was definitely not something that Sheryl was going to remember fondly. Although she did enjoy a good match like anyone and this one would go down as a learning experience for the girl so she didn't regret it. Still, she was pretty dazed and groaning on the mat as her opponent was declared the winner. It was a downer considering how hard she fought and worked in that match. Looking up as she heard Sheryl talking to her and giggling a bit. Sheryl groaned and waved her hand. "Well...you were a tough one." She admitted though at that moment she couldn't bring herself to try and stand up.

Hearing someone approaching did shock the exhausted girl though. "W-who?" She breathed quietly still stunned and a bit winded from earlier. The sounds of the boos was almost deafening and she could only assume it wasn't a popular person heading into the ring. Hearing the comment she groaned in response, not up for trying to shrug it off. "So? Being huge isn't everything." She replied trying to slowly get onto her knees and then focus on standing up. It wasn't easy with how worn out Sheryl was, but since the match was over she was prepared to walk out of there.