Kelly Conway Vs. Phoebe Oakley

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"Graaah! Fuck you! Fuck you! Shuddup!" Kelly let out angrily as she kicked at the mat while Phoebe had her down in the scissorhold that rendered her incapable of moving much at all other than a few random struggles. "I'll pop your head like a balloon!" She cried out in a raspy manner, infuriated as Phoebe called her a stupid bitch. The nerve of this woman!

Kelly could do little but squirm, grit her teeth and kick at Phoebe as her arms were held down while the girl applied pressure to her neck, making it hard for Kelly to breath, keeping her from talking much anymore.

Phoebe couldnâ€t help but laugh maniacally as her opponent continued to squirm helplessly, trapped between her powerful legs. “Haha, oh, someoneâ€s getting a little angry, now, huh? Someone wants to be let go?” Contemptuously, she leaned down and planted a big, wet kiss on Kellyâ€s forehead, like how a mother might kiss a child. “Too bad, bitch. Iâ€m in control now, and youâ€re in for a whole fucking world of hurt! You got that?”

When Kelly returned her head-popping threat, Phoebe replied haughtily, a devilish smirk gracing her lips as she did so. “Youâ€re gonna pop my head? Iâ€d love to see you try, honey. Just try, bitch.” All the while, she would keep strengthening her scissor hold around Kellyâ€s neck.

Kelly growled through her gritted teeth and glared hatefully at Phoebe as she held Kelly tightly between her legs with a maniacal laugh that Kelly felt jealous of. She was supposed to be the one doing that! Not this cowgirl!

Kelly would flail and squirm violently but would suddenly stop when Phoebe planted a big wet kiss on her forehead that made Kelly go silent. Her body unmoving and eyes opened wide, remaining that way as Phoebe spoke, barely hearing a word she said as Kelly lashed out angrily.

"DID YOU JUST FUCKING KISS ME!?!?!" Kelly howled out angrily with fiery eyes before she began to frantically kick her legs into Phoebe at every angle possible, flailing her legs around in a massive fit as she fought to get loose while squirming and shaking violently. Even when her throat felt Phoebe's legs on them, Kelly's mind had her soley focused on getting loose and pounding Phoebe for doing something so embarrassing!

Phoebe kept piling on the pressure, beginning to think that she just might win the match over this contemptuous veteran right here and now. When Kelly screamed indignantly about being kissed, Phoebe couldnâ€t help but snort and laugh. “Is that a problem, my sweet little baby? You donâ€t like getting kisses on your forehead?” she taunted. “Well, I reckon thatâ€s just too damn bad, bitch, ‘cause Iâ€m in charge, and when Iâ€m in charge I damn well do what I please!”

What the cowgirl didnâ€t realize was that she might have awoken—or, rather, reawakened—a sleeping giant, as Kelly began kicking wildly at her, forcing Phoebe to try to duck and weave between the girlâ€s feet. “H-hey! Keep your fucking legs down, slut!” she cried out, before one of her foeâ€s wild kicks managed to connect with her cheek. With a yelp, Phoebe tumbled to the mat, releasing her opponent from between her legs.

"Gawd Shut Uuuuup!!" Kelly yelled back in annoyance before she began to kick wildly and frantically in an angered and frustrated manner as she struggled to get loose from the cowgirl. "Who you calling slut, you cum dumpster!?" Kelly shot back just before she felt her boot smash into Phoebe's cheek, knocking her away.

Kelly got up and quickly and rubbed her neck. Waiting for Phoebe to rise before Kelly tried to dash at her opponent and leap up to attempt a dropkick right at her face.

“Cum dumpster!?” Phoebe repeated, the ridiculous insult feeling strange upon her tongue as she slowly got to her feet. “Iâ€m not the one who would spread my legs for any old john who looks at me funny, you disease-ridden, fifty-cent gutter skank!”

She had a few more choice words to hurl at Kelly, but, before she could do so, the veteran nailed her with a powerful dropkick to the face, and Phoebe tumbled backwards, throwing herself against the ropes to put herself in a marginally better position than being flat on the mat. “Oooh…fuck…”

"That's right! Cum Dumpster!" Kelly spat quickly while getting to her feet. Just before hearing Pheobes insult that made kellys eyes and mouth shoot wide open in disbelif. Suggesting that Kelly was actually a slut!

Kelly could barely form words. "...lying CUNT!!!" Kelly cried out in sheer anger. Phoebe's words sending Kelly into a rage as she charged at the cowgirl, going full speed before nailing her in the face with a dropkick, sending her reeling against the ropes.

"I have a girlfriend, you bitch!" Kelly yelled while getting up. She didn't know if chesna was that but close enough. seeing Phoebe against the ropes, Kelly charged, hoping to clothesline phoebe at the neck and send her over the ropes and onto the floor.

“I donâ€t care which way you swing,” Phoebe spat back, still ready with a retort even when she was in an obviously vulnerable position. “Youâ€re still an ugly, unlovable fucking whore!”

Seeing Kelly come at her, Phoebe braced herself. The clothesline still did quite a number on her, and she slipped between the ropes, falling backwards. Wanting to inflict some measure of mutual destruction on her opponent—and keep herself from falling all the way to the floor—the cowgirl would try to wrap her arms around Kellyâ€s head, using her own weight to either pull the veteran down with her, or else choke her against the ropes.

"Fuck being loveable anyway! Like I give a damn!" Kelly spat back just before she managed to strike Phoebe and send her through the ropes succesfully, watching her about to tumble down before her neck was grabbed and yanked down against the rope!

"Ack!" Kelly gagged, her eyes bulging out as her throat was yanked down across the rope, her head snapping back from the force of the ropes as she fell backwards onto the mat with great velocity, coughing and sputtering, kicking at the mat as she held her throat.

Phoebe slammed into the floor hard. Her body already ached, and now she was sure that she would be in pain for the better part of the next week. Kelly had done quite a number on her, and, if the cowgirl hadnâ€t managed to score a major hit on her opponent by slamming her throat into the ropes, Phoebe could have been in serious trouble.

“Ooohh…shit…” she groaned, slowly grabbing for the lowermost rope. She would gingerly slide herself into the ring, looking over at her flailing adversary in the center, but unable to attack the girl due to her own injuries.

“Urgh…come on…” Phoebe spat, trying to pull herself across the mat to Kelly. It was very slow going, however, as she could not move too quickly without being in intense pain.