Heather Sunderland vs. Lady Lakota

Janet was feeling pretty darn confident. She could afford to lose the next fall to Heather and still come up with the victory—and with the famous veteran wrestler as her slave for a whole day, to boot! Things certainly seemed like they were going Lady Lakotaâ€s way, and she absolutely loved it. “Excellent,” she purred. “It will be a real treat to have you and your body at my beck and call, Heather.”

Even as Lady Lakota taunted the veteran girl, however, Heather was about to prove that the match was by no means done yet. Suddenly, Heather pulled backwards, and Janetâ€s momentum carried her along for the ride. She was helpless to resist as Heather flipped her over with a monkey flip maneuver, sending her tumbling upside-down into the ropes. “Uuurgh…” Janet groaned, rubbing her head.

"Hmph, not gonna happen. You'll be mine tonight." Heather let out as she would go for her counter of their lockup, successfully tossing Janet backwards with the monkey flip maneuver, getting to her feet quickly afterwards as she did, looking over at the girl in that position she was in.

"Not done with you yet!" She let out as she would quickly run over to the girl. She tried to take advantage of the position that she was in and try to slide low, hoping to connect with a hard baseball slide to the girl's head.

“Urgh…I donâ€t think so,” Janet groaned, rubbing her head as she tried to recover following that powerful monkey flip. She had always been more of a brawler and a sexfighter than she was a usual wrestler, and a move like that could certainly do a number on her when executed by a professional—and Heather was nothing if not a professional at what she did. Things were looking sort of bad for Lady Lakota right now, especially when Heather saw the position the Native American girl was in and slid hard into her, her boot slamming into Janetâ€s temple.

“Owww!” the Lakota girl screamed, hands clutching at her head, her whole body feeling a little weak as Heather dealt such severe punishment to her. She would try to wiggle away from the ropes and roll over onto her front, but she was still very vulnerable.

Heather grinned wide as her kick connected directly with Janet. It seemed things were really turning her way and she wasn't about to let that slip away from her. She watched as the girl wiggled away from the ropes, rolling onto her front. She would nod her head, making her way over to the girl, ready to deal some more damage to her.

"Like I said, you're mine." She let out before trying to lay on her back, looking to wrap her arms around her neck in a sort of modified rear naked choke, hoping to push herself up into a seated position and pull back hard on the girl, looking to lock in her finisher Rightfully Mine

Janetâ€s cheeks were a little red as she heard Heatherâ€s confident words. The Lakota girl shook her head, trying to slowly crawl away from the veteran wrestler as the tide of battle rapidly turned in Heatherâ€s favor. “No way!” Janet growled. “Do whatever you want…Iâ€m still going to win and use you as my personal playground for the next day!”

Despite her confident words, Lady Lakota did recognize that she was in a bad spot. The fact that she was already in the lead offered some solace, but, as Heather captured the Native American in her finisher, wrapping her arms around her neck and stretching her painfully backwards, Janetâ€s confidence was quickly beginning to diminish. “Aaaauuogh!” she cried out, as the veteran locked her into a very painful hold.

"Is that right? Can you still say something like that in this position?" Heather let out with a laugh as she pulled back on Janet as much as she could. She always loved it when she could lock in this submission hold, the rush and feeling of dominance just filling through her as she wrenched the hold in tighter.

"You can tap if you want Janet! Not that it would really change anything" Heather would say with a grin as she pulled back harder in the hold, planting her feet on the ground and pushing back with that leverage to be able to wrench back even further.

“Yeah!” Janet growled, pounding a fist against the mat as she attempted to soldier through the pain. “I can say it because I know Iâ€m going to win! Donâ€t you remember the feeling of my hot, firm ass pressed tight against your face…not two minutes ago?” She gritted her teeth as she made her best attempt at a confident smile. “You canâ€t stop that from happening again…but I bet you wouldnâ€t want to stop it, even if you could! Youâ€re a slut for a nice, hot ass in your face, arenâ€t you?”

Janet was feeling rather mouthy tonight, and, while the crowd seemed to love the trash talk, even when she was in a rough spot, it was using up a lot of her energy. The painful submission hold was having an exponentially greater effect on her with each passing second, and it was all she could do to keep herself from crying and screaming in pain. Heatherâ€s suggestion that she tap only added an extra layer of embarrassment to the torture. “N-no way!” Janet hissed. “Keep me…keep me in this hold as long as you want! Itâ€s not like you can even the score this way…”

As Janet started to fire back with the trashtalk, Heather's face was glowing red. She certainly remembered that feeling that she was talking about, causing her to blush further and further, gritting her teeth as she tried her best to ignore all t hat she was saying. "Sh-shut up will you! Y-you aren't supposed to be talking like that when I have you locked in this hold!" She let out, pulling back more in frustration.

"F-fine then! If that's the way you want it!" She let out, letting go of the hold, letting her upperbody drop down onto the mat before she would try to turn her over underneath her. If she could do that, she would inch up her body, trying to seat herself on Janet's face and grab her hair, trying to pull her face hard against her crotch.

At this point, in this hold, words were the only weapon available for Janet to use, and, from the fleeting glimpses of Heatherâ€s face that the Lakota managed to get over her shoulder, they were having quite the effect, as the veteran wrestlerâ€s cheeks were shining a brilliant red with embarrassment. That, for Janet, was quite the victory—despite being in a completely inferior position physically, she was winning the mental battle. Heather, it seemed, was quite easy to humiliate.

But she was much more difficult to fight back against when she had a hold like this one locked on. Janet tried to resist as Heather turned her over, but she could not stop the veteran from successfully placing her on her back and scooting forward, sitting down on the Lakotaâ€s face and shoving her face into her crotch. “Mmmghh!” Janet screamed, her arms flailing at Heatherâ€s thighs as she tried to fight her way free. The brutal finisher had taken a toll on her, however, and she was having difficulty putting much power behind her slaps.

Getting Janet into a facesit position, Heather could start to calm herself down. She definitely let the girl get to her just seconds ago and she was doing her best to try and shake those thoughts and that embarrassment from her head as fast as she possibly could. Heather knew her own weakness and she knew that Janet probably has figured it out by now and she just couldn't let the girl take advantage of that.

She would rub her crotch into Janet's face a little more, trying to send back some of t he humiliation as she felt the girl flail her arms at her thighs and struggle. However, after having just locked her in her finisher for so long it seemed the girl was much weaker. "Haah! What is that! Your fighting is doing absolutely nothing Lakota! Just lie there and take it!" She let out, grinding on her face more and more, reveling in the dominance and loving the feeling.