Tina Armstrong vs. Sista A - Destroy All Cowgirls

It was hard to tell - what with Sista A’s vital organs being compressed by Tina’s fine form - but she was trying to respond to her opponent and let her know exactly what she thought about the ultimatum she was give. It would’ve involved four letter words.

Sista A wasn’t napping and she sure as fuck wasn’t tapping. But there was a third option, and while she didn’t like the taste it would leave in her mouth, she’d go for it.

Sista A opened her mouth wide and took a big bite of Tina Armstrong’s forearm, digging her teeth down hard.

Tina was fully committed to her plan to send Sista A to dreamland as she squeezed down with her arms and thighs, treating the dancer's body like a toothpaste tube she was determined to get the last drop out of, that she hadn't really thought about what could happen next. By her understanding, she straight up had Sista A beat and it was just a formality to see which gave up first, her pride or her body, but she didn't anticipate just how desperate the Harlem Nightmare was.

"Motherfucker!" Tina screeched as the dancer's fangs sunk into her arm, reflexively releasing the choke and weakening her grip around Sista A's waist as she tried to pull her arm out of her foe's mouth, like she'd ended up on the wrong side of an angry dog "BITCH!"

Tina tasted terribly. Probably because of all the sweat, and she was likely getting a taste fo deoderatnt thanks to the position, but still, the Harlem Nightmare would have that nasty sensation in her mouth for weeks.

She could cope, though. Hearing the scream was a nice little bonus, but taking a bite out of Tina and getting her head free was just what she wanted.

Now that the hold was pretty much broke, Sista A surged back up and did what she did best: wrecking chumps with her firsts.

Sista pushed forward, pinned Tina to the floor, and that was when the magic happened. The best striker in Rumble Rose was eager to prove that was true and not a rumor, and to that effect she started up loading on Tina with a hellish ground and pound. Left followed right, right followed left, left, left, right, right, right, left...

As she pulled her arm free from Sista A's jaw, the cowgirl didn't have nearly enough time to get her arms up to block the first punch as it smacked into her cheek, snapping her head to the side viciously. Then another shot, firing the blonde's head back to the other side with a glob of spit flying out from the impact. Tina didn't even have any time to groan or wince as her head was battered back and forth like a table tennis ball at the Harlem Nightmare's hands. The referee was almost about to rule it a straight knock out before the Texan barely got her arms up to block what might have been the... eighth shot? Blood was starting to form around deeply bruised cheeks, dripping down onto the mat as Sista A continued her ruthless beating

Sista A’s curse and taunts devolved into wild laughter as she pummeled Tina into oblivion, hammering away at her skull. To the cowgirl’s credit, she was hanging on a lot longer than most would’ve, still conscious after the fifth and sixth hit. Barely, true, but she just kept keeping on.

Not that it really mattered. This was over. It was just a matter of how, really.

”Just so you know,” Sista A eased up on the battering barrage, gave Tina a quick slap on the cheek, and started to turn her body around, swiveling about on her opponent’s generous chest and facing towards her legs. ”Was gonna take you out the easy way. But since you had to go and be an uppity bitch…”

Without a word of warning or a second of haste, Sista A dropped her butt on Tina’s face and gave her hips a good shake, really grinding away on the Texan’s features. It wasn’t how she intended to finish Tina off - in fact, it was just part one of the move she intended to take her out with. But since it required her to get in this position first, she figured she might as well have a little pleasure before her business. Couldn’t hurt.

Tina got a brief moment to breathe in between assaults, the Harlem Nightmare capping off her ground and pound with an insulting slap across the cheek. Leaving the blonde to groan as the dancer re-adjusted herself to add a little insult to injury. She'd just managed to get enough of her faculties back to see slightly before her vision was consumed by Sista A's gold covered ass.

"Mmmph!" She protested under the ebony posterior, her hands weakly reaching up to grab at something so she could at least try and force her foe off her face but it was to no avail, the punches had done the damage and the smothering just seemed to be making sure.

Goddamn, Sista A swore she hadn't been this kinky before she came to the AFW. She remembered quite clearly not wanting to get so hot and bothered by the goings on around here, wanting to make her career all about the raw wrestling, but, well...things changed. It helped that she’d come to know just how embarrassing it was to have an ass shoved in your face.

But that was just the insult. Now came the injury.

The first step was turning the facesit into something more sinister. She reached back, grabbed Tina’s head, and lifted it up enough for her to turn it into a scissorhold, wrapping her legs tight around the cowgirl’s skull. With that locked in, she reached over and grabbed Tina’s leg, pulling it towards her chest, and completing her finisher. It was a move she hadn’t used in years, a spicy little number she liked to call the...

”Triangle Hold!”

Tina's suffering was only getting worse, switching from merely a lack of air to the dancer's thighs crushing her bruised and battered head like a grape, and with her leg pulled in she didn't have any way to really get any force behind her movements to escape, and the pressure on her jaw made it so she couldn't return the earlier favour and simply bite Sista A on the ass. She'd been a wrestler long enough to know when she'd been beaten, not submitting at this point meant nothing besides a longer stay at the doctors afterwards, so swallowing her pride she reached up and slapped the Harlem Nightmare's thighs three times in vision of the referee and waited for her foe to release her... if Sista A was happy with just the victory.

As Sista A knelt there, squeezing away at Tina’s head and twisting her leg in a direction it was never meant to go, she started to lose herself in the moment and almost forget where she was. The whole scene was all she ever wanted, all she could've dreamed and hoped when she finally got her hands on the cowgirl she really wanted to wreck. Hell, with Tina’s banging body and her face nowhere in sight, she could pretend she had the real article…

She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and imagined it was Dixie’s head she was squeezing and Dixie’s leg she was twisting and Dixie’s body she was breaking, a sublime taste of her ultimate goal, a dream that was abruptly ended when the referee feverishly tugged her shoulder.

”Let up!” The ref squeaked. ”She gives! She's giving up!”

Sista A just looked over her shoulder with a lazy eye and sly smirk, keeping the hold locked for several more seconds and enjoying every bit of it. “Is she? Really?”

Sista A gave the hold one, final, vicious little squeeze, then stood up and raised her arms high in the air. She stumbled a bit along the way, nursing her aching back, still reeling from the heavy suplex she’d taken a minute or so ago...but that was just par for the course. The end result was the important thing, here.

Standing. Smiling. Victorious.