Heather Sunderland Vs. Roxy Ashworthy - Falls Count Anywhere

Roxy had Heather right where she wanted her right now, easily setting up the purple haired veteran and then throwing her over head right down into that table! The crowd letting out winces out of sympathy for Heather as her body was used to break the table in half!

The Conqueror would watch Heather's sprawled out frame for but a moment, before she would reach down for a handful of purple hair. Trying to pull Heather up onto her feet and start to run with Heather in her grip. Aiming to make her way through the hallway and then swing Heather out with a mighty heave!

Trying to throw Heather by her hair straight into the walls of the hallway leading to the backstage area!

Heather took deep breaths in and out as she lie there sprawled out in the wreckage that used to be that set up table. It was just as it was in most matches, the one to set up the thing ends up being the one to go through it. She cursed under her breath, her opportunity for that big jump gone..for now at least. She didn't have time to think of that though, as her hair was pulled yet again, reminding her of that burning sensation in her scalp.

She whined out in pain as she was pulled to her feet in that rough way, barely given any time to react as she was pulled along with Roxy, ran with her into the halls. She stumbled all over, Heather unable to stop herself in time before she was slammed right into the wall. Her body jerked at the collision, Heather grunting out as she fell down to the floor right after. She grit her teeth, clawing at the ground as she struggled, trying to get herself back up.

Roxy took a hold of her foe's hair and used it to guide Heather up, that long purple mane that she used to get Heather Sunderland under her control as she next sent the veteran running straight to the wall and threw her back first against it! The impact seemed to jerk her body and with it Roxy would smirk.

She walked up to Heather as she watched the girl claw and writhe on the floor. Deciding to take a handful of that purple hair again and start to guide Heather up towards her knees. Where the Californian would then press her groin right up against that face, looking to push Heather's back up against the wall as she shoved her covered womanhood in that face.

Her hands would release that hair and instead reach down for those arms to pin those wrists, as she stood pressing her chest up against the wall, while pushing her crotch right into Heather's face, all to humiliate the veteran.

Heather was just trying to get herself away from the girl, not in any sort of state to be able to defend herself--but Roxy wasn't letting her get any sort of space between them. Before she knew it, she was forced up onto her knees, Roxy's crotch push right into her face, smothering her firmly in that humiliating position. Her eyes widened large as the warmth of her crotch overtook her face, making it quite embarrassing for her.

This girl seemed to just keep putting Heather into these spots, her face having been smothered by the girl multiple times during this match and it was sending her for quite the loop, her head spinning more and more from the intense sensation of her womanhood behind her attire, Heather just helplessly struggling to free her wrists.

Roxy couldn't help but smile at Heather Sunderlan'ds weak struggles against her, she would lick her lower lip as the veteran's face rubbed against her crotch in such a delightful manner. After a few seconds of this treatment, she would pull her rear back and let up on the face of Heather....

Suddenly though! Roxy would thrust forward! Trying to pelvic thrust right into Heather's face! Trying to bang her groin into that pretty face and knock the back of her head up against the hard wall! Trying to knock Heather for a loop once more as she would return to then grind her crotch against that face.

" Were you always this weak? Or is today just a special occasion?"

Heather continued to let out muffled whines and whimpers against Roxy's crotch, her body squirming and writhing all over before finally she pulled her rear back, letting her get some sort of break from this treatment. She took in and out deep breaths, letting it fill her lungs fully, face burning red in her embarrassment. She shook her head a little to try and regain herself as much as she could, clenching her fists and glaring up at her.

Before she could do anything however, she felt her slam her hips right into her face, her crotch smooshing into her features again as her head was smashed back against the wall. She yelled out in pain, muffled by her crotch, feeling like she just got all the energy sapped out of her from that as her head spun in a daze. She couldn't even answer her taunting, just letting out little muffled whimpers into her crotch in response.

Roxy smirked as she bumped her groin into Heather's face, watching and feeling the purple haired woman weaken and become more docile as the seconds rolled by. After a few more moments of practically grinding her clothed crotch against that pretty face. Roxy would take a handful of Heather's hair, stepping back and pulling the veteran along with her.

Roxy would start to drag and pull Heather out of the hallway, making their way with a quick right turn towards the locker rooms. Roxy would use her hold on Heather's hair to next send Heather running, straight towards an open door! Trying to send Heather knocking right into it!

Heather felt like her head was pounding in that pain of being hit against the wall, her whole vision spinning as Roxy just kept grinding and rubbing her crotch against her features. She whined and whimpered out helplessly, treated as just a toy by the girl, feeling like she was pulling her more and more into just..crumbling completely before finally Roxy stepped back, of course grabbing at her hair yet again.

She squirmed and writhed all around, clawing at the girl's hands as she was pulled along like that, right out of the hallway and to the locker rooms. She stumbled all the while, nearly tripping over herself as she was thrust into the locker room,right through the door and onto her back. She grunt out loudly, wincing hard, squirming around a little as she crawled back, trying to get away from the girl.

Currently with full control of Heather Sunderland, the Californian would take a hold of Heather's hair and guide her through the hallway, making her way towards the locker room as she would send Heather running right into it! Throwing the purple haired veteran right into the door to burst it open with Heather's body!

Hands on her hips, as she would walk right into the locker room after Heather Sunderland. The green haired babe would aim to kick Heather over onto her back and then move up so she was towering over her. " I think you might have come back to the ring too soon." Roxy mocked as she would lower herself down, aiming to place her firm rear on that face of Heather's, trapping those arms underneath her knees as she aimed to lock in a facesit smother on the purple haired one.

Heather grit her teeth hard, desperately trying to crawl back and away from Roxy. Her head was spinning and her body was rocked from all the abuse she's taken up until now. Roxy had...worked her over quite well..it was clear that so far Heather definitely wasn't prepared for the offense that Roxy was going to give her..for one..she was clearly out to humiliate her as much as possible, and Heather was about to find out she wasn't done.

Her eyes widened as she just--came right down on her again, pinning her arms down with her legs and planting her butt onto her face, putting Heather once again up close to her ass and crotch. "M-mmpmh!! Mmmnh!" She let out loud muffled yells, squirming and writhing beneath her as much as she could, desperately trying to push up against her.