Kelly Conway Vs. Phoebe Oakley

Kelly coughed and wheezed after her throat was pulled down across the ropes. Thought her body was overall in good status despite the few hits she might have taken, her blood pressure on the otherhand was probably very high considering how angered she was at the moment thanks for Phoebe giving the taunting blonde a taste of her own medicine.

Kelly's hands remained at her throat as she nursed herself, rolling onto her front as she tried to get back up just as Phoebe was sliding in. Eventually Kelly did rise up to her feet and turned to see Phoebe edging herself slowly towards. Kelly let out a breath of air and wiped some sweat from her brow, unable to make a comment as she slowly marched towards the cowgirl.

If successful, Kelly would try to throw a quick forearm smash across Phoebe's forehead before trying to haul her up by her hair. If successful, Kelly would try to grab the girl and wrap her right arm over her own shoulder, grabbing the hem of her shorts before trying to lift the girl up with a mighty struggling huff, elevating her high into the air upside down while Kelly began to fall back, trying to drop Phoebe down flat onto her back with a vertical suplex.

Phoebe was taken by surprise when her opponent managed to recover quickly, getting up from the mat and delivering a powerful forearm smash to Phoebeâ€s face. The cowgirl crumpled onto the mat, not quite out of energy, but dazed and disoriented enough that any attempt to escape would only put her further into trouble.

“F-f-fuck…fuck…l-let go of m-me…” she moaned, as Kelly lifted her high up into the air, the lights glistening off her skin as she came crashing down. Phoebe could only let out a loud, pained cry as she slammed into the mat onto her back, the pain overcoming her for a moment as she was spread out, whimpering and rubbing at her back, trying to massage the pain away.

"Haaaaah!" Kelly cried out loudly with a raspy voice as she lifted Phoebe up over her head and slammed her down onto the mat below with a hard thud. The crowd giving a big reaction to the suplex and the hard bump Phoebe took as she struck the mat hard. She definitely had the crowd's sympathy as she released that pained cry. Kelly on the other hand felt very good about it. It let her know she was doing something right.

Kelly coughed and cleared her throat again as she sat up on the mat. She began to take a small breather as she looked over at Phoebe who was spread out, whimpering and rubbing her aching back. The sight made Kelly smile at the corner of her mouth just as she began to slowly stand up.

"K-know who... nobody loves? Weak... little... bitches" Kelly spoke down to Phoebe in between small pants. She would then try to flip Phoebe over onto her back, if able, Kelly would stand directly beside Phoebe's torso and jump up, attempting to drop her padded knee right across Phoebe's lower back. Kelly thought she may have found a weak point, now she wanted to exploit it.

Phoebe gave Kelly a spiteful glare as she was turned over, her eyes burning brightly with hate. “F-fuck you…if you th-think Iâ€m weak…just wait…j-just wait!” she spluttered, still intent on demeaning the veteran even when the girl had her in a compromising position. It would mean nothing, however, if she could not get up and fight back. And right now, Phoebe just couldnâ€t. Her back was in too much pain. She had no idea how much more pain it was about to be in.

She had a dim idea of what was coming when Kelly prepped her, turning her over, but she did not realize how much it would exacerbate her back pains until the veteran slammed her knee down on top of it.

“F-fuck…just…fuck…” Phoebe gasped, writhing in agony.

"Ha! Wait for what!? A scream!?" Kelly taunted as she came down on Phoebe's back with a knee drop that made Kelly grin widely at the damage she had done to her opponent's lower back as she gasped in agony.

"You suck, Idaho-Hick." Kelly would taunt further as she remained over Phoebe's back. She then tried to grab Phoebe's legs with one arm and place another hand at the girl's throat, keeping both her knees pressed on the girl's back, Kelly tried to lean back and pull Phoebe's body over her knees, where Kelly would then try pull down and wrench the girl's body with a painful Bow & Arrow Submission hold! Stretching the girl's lower back right over her knees.

“Fuck you!” Phoebe screamed, spitting up at Kelly as the veteran taunted her. She could do little more than that—she was in so much pain that she could hardly move, and she was still in the other girlâ€s clutches.

When Kelly pulled her over her knees and wrenched her up into a bow and arrow submission hold, Phoebe couldnâ€t help but tear up. The pain in her lower back now was so bad that she probably couldnâ€t move. All she could do was continue to holler indignantly, hoping that her opponent would give up and give her a chance to get back into the match. “Fuck! Fuck! F-f-fuck you, you dirty, s-stupid fucking whore!”

Kelly smiled triumphantly as she continued to wrench and pull Phoebe down over her knees to stretch out her body further, bending her in the painful hold that Kelly wanted to be as painful as possible for her. Her eyes narrowed though when she heard Phoebe curse her more and more. Kelly just scowled at the girl as she yelled at her, noting her foolishness as she insulted her while Kelly had her in this painful position.

"You're not very smart. But you dress like a dumb hick so that's to be expected." Kelly huffed as she took time to rack up the pain further with a sudden yank downwards before letting Phoebe go. Trying to grab the girl's head and stuff it between her thighs and squeeze at Phoebe's neck if the cowgirl didn't stop her.

Phoebe growled as Kelly continued to insult her intelligence and her place of origin. “H-hey, fuck you, I donâ€t give a fuck if you think I look like a dumb hick…at least I d-donâ€t look like a retarded Chinese gymnast slut!” Phoebe spat back, still confidently trashing her enemy despite the fact that she was at a particular disadvantage right now.

When Kelly shifted from the bow and arrow hold to a crushing headscissors, Phoebe was at least thankful that her back got a momentary respite. Now she could try to fight back. Despite the pain she felt, Phoebe would throw a punch at Kellyâ€s crotch, trying to get the veteran to let her go.

"Retar- A Custom Chinese Dress style Wrestling outfit is VERY stylish, thank you!" Kelly shot back angrily at Phoebe while puffing her cheeks out a bit. The nerve of this girl to insult her outfit! Her outfit sucked too after all! Kelly was going to just have to teach her a lesson for that!

But as Kelly prepared to set up for her finisher after applying a standing scissor hold, Kelly's eyes suddenly bugled out as she felt her crotch being suddenly STRUCK by Phoebe. "Gaaaah!! Fuuuck!" Kelly cried, her eyes tearing up as she cuped her crotch and fell back onto the mat below in front of Phoebe, nursing her wounds.

"Oi!" The Ref Girl yelled. "That's an illegal hit! Another one of those low blows and the match is over, kid!" The Ref-Girl let out as she waved a scolding finger in front of Phoebe, almost tempted to DQ the girl right there for the obvious low blow, but the Ref let it slide since Phoebe could be considered a rookie of sorts.

Phoebe got up slowly, wiping away the tears before giving the ref girl a sweet smile. “Oh, sorry about that, Miss Referee, maâ€am,” she purred. “I didnâ€t know.”

She walked over to where Kelly was cradling her wounded womanhood, peering down at the veteran with a sadistic smile. “I hope youâ€re never able to fuck again,” the cowgirl hissed. If she could, she would have continued to focus on Kellyâ€s womanhood, pounding it into a bloody pulp. But that would get her disqualified. And she still wanted to win. But she had a good idea of what to do instead.

Phoebe would lift her booted foot up and slam it down on Kellyâ€s face, trying to smash the girlâ€s pretty features into mush. “Ha!” Phoebe screamed. “Not so high and mighty now, are you, you gutter slut? Thatâ€s absolutely motherfucking right!”

She would stomp on Kellyâ€s face again before trying to move her boot over the girlâ€s neck, slowly pressing down and trying to crush her windpipe. “Choke and die, bitch,” she whispered.