Competition Story- Raven versus Angel
by hamish1024

Raven versus Angel. The two wrestlers paced around the ring, swinging their arms, warming up their muscles, psyching themselves up for their impending fight. It was a small arena but the atmosphere surrounding the ring was electric. A memorable battle was on the cards as there was no love lost between these two beautiful, skilled fighters. Both were vying for bragging rights in a wrestling league where ruthless tactics and humiliating finishes were the norm. Victory would be by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
Angel was probably the underdog. A pretty girl with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, she cut an impressive figure with her curvy yet athletic body. At 5’8’’ she wasn’t the biggest fighter around, but she was no pushover, possessing good technical skill alongside a reasonable balance of power and agility. With her white boots and skimpy blue bikini (displaying ample amounts of ass and cleavage), she looked great into the bargain.
However, in terms of sheer strength, she was outclassed by Raven. At 5’10’’, Raven was not much taller than Angel, but her build was much heavier. With broad, muscular shoulders, a big round ass atop a thick pair of thighs, and massive DD breasts, the formidable Raven was all about power and weight. Once she got going, few opponents could match her, and she had a history of dominating smaller girls. Raven was an incredibly sexy presence in the wrestling ring, with dark brown-black hair and flawless olive skin. Her voluptuous Latin figure was covered only by a small black bikini, and a pair of black knee-length boots.
The referee rang the bell to start the match, and both girls moved cautiously towards the centre of the ring. They circled for a few moments, each assessing the other, deciding on strategy, looking for weaknesses. Raven advanced first, but Angel weaved away and delivered a snap kick to Raven’s thigh. It appeared as though the blonde wished to avoid grappling directly with her larger opponent. Angel aimed another leggy kick, but Raven dodged it, then quickly grabbed Angel and whipped her towards the edge of the ring. As Angel rebounded off the ropes, Raven dropped her shoulder and barged Angel to the mat. The ring shook with the physical, jarring impact. Angel was left sprawled on her back.
Raven stepped up to her floored opponent and grabbed her by her white boots. She began lifting her legs up, but Angel jerked her leg back then kicked Raven square in the face. The brunette recoiled, and released her grip. Angel used this opening to clamber to her feet, but Raven quickly launched another attack, and grabbed hold of her from behind. Raven now had a firm grip on the blonde’s body. She lifted Angel up and held her sideways, then slammed her downwards, Angel’s back connecting with Raven’s upturned knee. The crowd roared their appreciation of the impressive-looking knee slam. Angel groaned as she bounced off her opponent’s knee, and slumped face-down onto the mat. 
Raven delivered a couple of violent stomps to Angel’s upturned back, seemingly intent on targeting her opponent’s spine. The black-clad beauty theatrically raised her elbow, and then dropped downwards, driving a heavy, thudding elbow-drop onto Angel’s prone, vulnerable body. The blonde shuddered and grunted in pain. Raven stood upright, and then raised her elbow to repeat the drop. However, as Raven slammed her arm down, Angel rolled out of the way, leaving the larger girl to smash carelessly into the mat. Raven clutched at her damaged arm, face-down on the mat, moaning loudly at her self-inflicted injury.
Angel scrambled to her feet and quickly took a seat on Raven’s back, straddling her and getting a fistful of her hair.
“That was stupid!” she spat into Raven’s ear.
To emphasise her point, she slammed Raven’s head back down into the canvas. Angel pulled Raven up by her dark tresses, and then slammed her back down again with a punishing crash. The dominant blonde babe repeated this move three more times, taunting her hapless victim as she did so.
“Eat…” -crash- “the…” –crash- “mat!!” –crash-
Each time Raven was pulled up, her face looked increasingly dazed. From her seated position, Angel was slowly wearing her larger opponent down. After the final headslam, Angel used her free hand to reach behind her, grabbing the back of Raven’s black thong. She viciously yanked the garment upwards, giving Raven a nasty wedgie. The dark material disappeared into Raven’s ass crack, giving the cameras a clear view of her round, fleshy, olive-coloured buttocks. The prone girl yelped indignantly as the fabric of her thong cut into her crotch and ass. There were whoops and leers from the audience. However, the sharp pain brought Raven’s groggy mind back into focus, helping to dispel some of the fog from her bludgeoning. The brunette started to writhe desperately, and with a jerk of her hips, managed to buck her tormentor off of her.
Both girls stood up, and faced each other. Angered by her humiliating wedgie, Raven lunged wildly at her opponent. However, Angel used her judgment and technique to grab her charging foe, and channel her forwards momentum into a skilful monkey flip. Athletic Angel rolled backwards and kicked out her legs; Raven was sent spinning through the air, landing heavily on her back. Disoriented, Raven slowly sat upright, but Angel was soon upon her. Angel grabbed the seated girl’s arms and pulled them behind her. At the same time she planted her white boot firmly between Raven’s shoulderblades, and used this leverage to yank the larger girl’s arms backwards, in a brutal variant of the surfboard stretch. Angel heaved backwards with all her might, slowly trying to wrench Raven’s arms from their sockets. The voluptuous Latin could only grimace in pain, powerless to stop the burning pain in her shoulders. The determined blonde pulled again, and again,
 steadily increasing the strain on Raven’s limbs. Hopelessly trapped in the submission hold, Raven’s face was creased with agony. The boot digging into her back was pushing her chest up and outwards, providing a clear display of her large, jiggling breasts, as she struggled in vain against her attacker’s grip.
“Ready to submit?”
“Not… giving... up…” Raven grunted through gritted teeth. 
Angel kept up the pressure on Raven’s contorted body, torturing the brunette for another arm-wrenching minute. Raven was visibly distressed, but maintained a grim mask of concentration. It slowly became clear that Angel was not going to score a submission just yet.
“Fine, I’ll punish you another way, then!”  she hissed.
Angel released her opponent and let her drop to the floor. She grabbed Raven’s hair and pulled her upright. Raven swayed groggily. Angel drew back her hand and delivered a massive, stinging slap directly to Raven’s face. The brunette staggered, but kept her footing. Angel aimed another open-handed slap, but this time Raven managed to raise her arm, and grab Angel’s wrist.
Angel raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the two girls exchanged hateful glances. Raven used her hold on Angel’s arm to pull the blonde in towards her, then wrapped her muscular arms around Angel’s body. Raven lifted her adversary up into the air, and then drove her body back towards the mat. There was a loud thud as Angel was slammed back-first into the canvas, Raven crashing down on top of her.
“Ungh!” Angel’s body was rocked by the heavy impact.
Raven then flipped Angel over, so the dazed blonde was face-down on the mat. The larger girl stood astride Angel’s body, facing her feet. Raven took hold of Angel’s legs and curled them up and back towards her body, with Angel’s white boots hooked firmly under Raven’s arms in a perfect Boston crab. Squatting over her foe, Raven pulled back on Angel’s legs, and began to bend the blonde’s body in two. Angel cried out in pain, her face pinned to the canvas, her legs folded unnaturally up over her back. Grunting with effort, Raven rocked back, determined to inflict as much suffering as possible. Beneath her, Angel squirmed helplessly. Her spine burned as if it was on fire, and she feared her contorted body couldn’t take much more punishment. The big Latin girl smiled in grim satisfaction, slowly increasing the pressure, listening out for her opponent’s inevitable surrender.    
Angel was in intense pain; she felt like she was going to be snapped in half. In an anguished panic, she instinctively flailed her arms. She was fortunate, and found herself with a handful of Raven’s long, hanging hair. Angel pulled on it as best she could, causing her tormentor to cry out and release the submission hold. Relieved, Angel slowly hauled herself off the mat. The blonde’s luck was short-lived, however, as Raven wasted no time in reinstating her attack. The black-clad girl grabbed her weakened opponent, spun her round to build up some momentum, then drove her bodily into the turnbuckle, back-first. Angel gasped as her poor spine was dealt another brutal blow, and she leant feebly against the ring post, clutching the ropes for support.
Raven grinned as she saw her prey was wounded, and trapped in the corner. It was time to finish Angel off. Raven stepped up to the blonde, lowered her shoulder, and drove it into Angel’s gut. The cornered girl groaned at the impact; her battered body was crushed between Raven’s powerful frame, and the hard, unyielding turnbuckle. Her back and belly both ached from the blow, but Angel was too groggy to even lift her arms from the ropes. Raven stepped back, then charged forward and rammed her shoulder at Angel’s gut again. Angel gasped and spasmed at the renewed pain, but remained a helplessly limp figure. It looked like her match might be over. Spurred on by the thought of ending the contest, Raven continued to shoulder-barge her opponent, driving home a third smash, then a fourth, then a fifth. Angel was visibly disintegrating under this crushing assault, offering no resistance at all, all the fight being methodically smashed out of her body. After
 the sixth impact, Angel lost all co-ordination completely, and fell on her backside, slumped in the corner in a seated position. Her head swayed from side to side, her mouth agape, her eyelids barely open.
Raven stepped back, and smiled at her beaten foe. It was time for a little humiliation. Raven turned her back on the pitiful blonde, and then started to playfully stroke her buttocks. She slowly gyrated her hips, waving her big Latin ass around in front of Angel’s face. The noise from the crowd intensified, everyone in the arena gripped with excitement and anticipation. The audience knew they were going to be treated to one of Raven’s infamous signature moves. Raven’s fans started chanting:
“Stink-face! Stink-face! Stink-face!”
Raven grinned, theatrically giving a thumbs-up sign, then bent forwards and backed her ass up into Angel’s face. The blonde’s pretty features completely disappeared under Raven’s tanned, fleshy backside. The larger girl gripped the ropes and leant into the corner, heavily squashing and smothering the face of her unfortunate victim. The crowd cheered loudly at seeing this humiliating punishment. With an evil smile, Raven started to gyrate her hips, keeping Angel’s head pinned to the turnbuckle with her ass whilst grinding it round and round. Poor Angel was in a deeply unpleasant and embarrassing position. Her senses were overwhelmed; Raven’s skimpy black thong offered little protection against her hot, sweaty butt cheeks. Angel’s nose and mouth were engulfed by the stinkface, cutting off her supply of air, but she could only squirm weakly in protest. Callous Raven carried on grinding away, enjoying her opponent’s discomfort. Raven’s
 ass-smothering sessions were usually lengthy, and this one was no exception as she tormented her victim, prolonging her suffering for as long as possible. Her wide Latin ass kept going round and round, the crowd kept cheering, and Angel’s muffled struggles became weaker and weaker. On the clock the stinkface went on for around two minutes, though for poor Angel, with her face completely buried in sweaty flesh, it must have felt like an eternity. The audience started to wonder when the blonde would finally pass out from this gruelling smother; her slumped, seated body was now very limp. The referee started making his way down to the corner at ringside, to check whether Angel was still conscious or not…
All eyes were fixed firmly on the two girls squashed together in the corner, so most didn’t see the intruder until the last moment. There was a flurry of movement; a third girl had stepped up to the apron! The fans recognised the interloper straight away. With her stunningly slender, petite figure, her model-like features, and distinctive flame-red hair, the aptly-named Vixen was probably the prettiest wrestler in the league. She was wearing her usual costume of scarlet bikini and black boots, and she was, as always, impeccably well-groomed: her long red hair was glossy and straight, and her face was beautifully made up. Vixen had the element of surprise here, and she intended to make the most of it, because at 5’6’’ she was at a physical disadvantage. She struck quickly; standing at the ring edge, she grabbed Raven’s hair before the larger girl could even work out what was going on. Shocked, Raven was pulled out of the corner by her hair
 (breaking off the stinkface), then was forcibly spun round to face Vixen across the ropes.
“Surprise, bitch!” laughed the ginger-haired girl.
With a firm hold on Raven’s head, Vixen pulled the brunette’s face against the top rope, then ran along the apron with Raven in tow. Raven’s face was dragged the full length of the rope, giving her a painful-looking rope burn. Vixen ran right up to the far turnbuckle, dragging her victim headfirst into the corner post with a loud thud. Dazed, Raven staggered backwards, and then collapsed onto the canvas, clutching her rope-burned face. 
Inevitably, there was chaos. Some of the crowd started booing; this intrusion was underhand, illegal, and was interrupting an expert ass-smother. Angel was still slumped in the corner, though, with the referee at her side. The official lifted Angel’s arm, but it flopped lifelessly down to the floor. Angel had been knocked unconscious! The heavy stinkface had been too much for the unfortunate blonde wrestler to take. The bell rang, and the referee re-entered the ring and raised his microphone:
“And the winner, by knock out, is Raven!”
The audience were thrown by this strange turn of events. They didn’t know whether to cheer or not, as Raven was now lying on her back, holding her face in agony. Vixen climbed through the ropes, and snatched the microphone from the referee.
“Well done Raven, you dumb bitch!” she announced. “Another damn victory, I see. And yet again, you think it’s funny to wave that fat ass of yours in other girls’ faces!”
This got the crowd going. Vixen was referring to last week’s match, where Raven had thoroughly trounced the slender redhead. After a prolonged stinkface hadn’t quite finished Vixen off, the voluptuous Latin had dragged her flame-haired opponent into the centre of the ring by her ankles, then applied a reverse facesit – much to the victim’s disgust! Vixen was subjected to a humiliating twelve-minute facesitting session, Raven’s sweaty ass mashing and crushing her pretty face, the occasional gasp of air coming her way, unpleasantly being kept on the edge of consciousness for over ten minutes before finally blacking out. It had been an embarrassing defeat for Vixen, and as the crowd were now reminded of it, they started jeering.
Vixen’s face flushed red at the memory of the previous week’s events, but her delicate features soon rearranged themselves into a hateful scowl, directed at the floored brunette.
“Yeah, well it’s not so funny now, is it?” Vixen gave Raven’s body a contemptuous kick. “I think everyone’s sick of watching you beat up on girls who are more talented, and better-looking than you! It’s time you were taught a lesson in respect!”
Having finished her little speech, Vixen tossed the microphone away and grabbed Raven by the ankles. The redhead lifted her victim’s legs up into the air, and spread them wide apart. Then, with vicious enthusiasm, she directed a heavy stomping kick right into Raven’s unprotected pussy. The larger girl cried out in pain. Keeping hold of Raven’s legs, Vixen delivered a second angry crotch stomp, then a third. The brunette’s helpless yelling became louder with each cruel blow to her womanhood. There were more boos from sections of the crowd, and some calls for the officials to intervene and stop this harsh assault. Unfortunately for poor Raven, the referee signalled that he wasn’t going to get involved. With the match already over, the officials figured that Vixen’s interference wasn’t breaking any rules! This was a tough wrestling league and besides which, no-one really fancied getting in between Vixen and her revenge right now.
After a administering a fourth kick to the pussy, Vixen let Raven’s legs drop back to the mat. The brunette lay on the floor, clutching herself and howling in anguish.
“Cheating… bitch…” she sobbed.
Vixen just grinned, and kicked her enemy in the ribs. The beautiful flame-haired girl was loving every second of her rival’s pain. Buzzing with malicious glee, Vixen jumped up to the top of the turnbuckle. She stood atop the corner post, and gave a cheeky wave to the hostile fans. Then she leapt off into the air, legs down, arms extended in a perfect ‘T’. She landed with graceful precision, feet-first onto her target’s upturned stomach.
“Ooof!”
Raven spasmed and gave an anguished grunt as the two black boots drilled heavily into her soft belly. Vixen bounced neatly off of her foe. It was a spectacular and brutal move, the kind that the slender redhead excelled at. With Vixen’s full weight and momentum behind the blow, it had smashed all the air from Raven’s body. The winded girl lay flat on the canvas, temporarily paralyzed. The scarlet-clad showboat couldn’t resist. She stood over Raven’s body, then bent over and placed her hands either side of the brunette’s head. Vixen kicked upwards, her willowy legs arcing upwards over her body, executing a perfect handstand directly over Raven’s prone form. Her glossy red hair tumbled down onto Raven’s face. She held herself upside-down for several seconds, her lean figure exactingly straight. It was a showy move, but nevertheless impressive. The audience found themselves warming to this beautiful, skilled athlete, despite her dirty tactics.
 After a long pause to emphasise her supremacy, Vixen swiftly brought her legs back down, driving both her knees into Raven’s battered belly. The beaten brunette could do nothing but groan in pain.
Meanwhile, over in the corner, Angel was slowly coming round. Somewhat disoriented, she rubbed her sore head and clambered to her feet. She looked quizzically at the new girl in the ring.
“Uh, what’s going on?”
“Sorry hun, this bitch won the match,” answered Vixen, “but if you want some revenge, feel free to help me kick the crap out of her. We’ll make her pay for all her disgusting knock-out moves!”
“Okay, sounds good to me.”
Vixen grabbed a handful of black hair and pulled Raven up into a kneeling position. Clutching her hair with one hand, she moved behind the kneeling girl and brought her free arm across the front of Raven’s throat. She tightened her grip, pulling Raven against her, crushing her victim’s windpipe with her forearm. The brunette gargled helplessly as Vixen began throttling the life out of her.
Angel advanced on the two girls, having now fully regained consciousness. She stood in front of Raven and regarded her kneeling, squirming, choking opponent. Angel wasn’t a particularly dirty fighter, but she was pretty pissed off at being stinkfaced earlier, and so decided to make the most of this opportunity for payback. She reached down and pulled away the fabric of Raven’s black bikini top. Her big, brown, fleshy breasts were now on display! They made inviting targets for Angel. The blonde cupped her hands around the voluptuous Latin boobs, and began squeezing. Raven could do nothing but emit a strangled cry at this latest painful indignity. Angel really worked her victim’s chest, digging her fingers into the flesh, crushing the orbs in her hands, then grabbing the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and twisting them brutally. The kneeling girl’s nipples were twisted right round, like some obscene radio tuner.  Her flustered, throttled
 face became contorted with anguish. Her tormentors cackled.
Raven’s mind reeled. Her body ached, her lungs were burning, her tits felt like they were on fire, she was trapped on her knees, and her grip on consciousness was weakening. Panic welled up within her; if this 2 vs 1 torture continued for much longer, she would be completely destroyed. Her was air all but gone when she felt an animal surge of adrenalin. With a burst of strength, and a strangled grunt of effort, Raven wrapped her arms around Vixen’s legs and tried to topple backwards. Up to a point, it worked; Vixen lost her footing, staggered back, and released her hold on Raven’s neck, but the redhead kept her balance and stayed upright. Raven, however, simply collapsed onto the mat in a sweaty heap, breasts exposed, gasping, grateful for air. Her two tormentors loomed over her.
“Nice try, bitch” snarled Vixen.
The petite, flame haired beauty emphasised her contempt by leaning down, and spitting right in Raven’s upturned face. The floored girl flinched, but was too groggy to defend herself.
“We’re not done with you yet. Come on, up you get!”
Angel and Vixen each grabbed an arm, and a handful of hair, and dragged Raven to her feet. She looked like she would collapse if left unsupported. Vixen kept hold of an arm, whilst Angel moved round to face their mutual foe directly. Angel grabbed Raven’s head, and bent the brunette over. She then jammed Raven’s head between her legs, and held it there with her firm, athletic thighs. Poor Raven was now awkwardly stooped over, ass pointing upwards, stuck in Angel’s standing headscissors. Angel clenched her legs together and began squeezing Raven’s head. The brunette moaned at this treatment, but her problems were only just beginning, as the two smaller girls looked to multiply the torture.
With her opponent trapped in her firm headscissors, Angel’s hands were free to dish out more punishment. She reached down and unfastened the back of Raven’s top.
“I reckon we can lose this!”
Angel pulled the black garment away, swung it round her head, and tossed it out of the ring. Raven was now completely topless! Her big, pendulous boobs bobbed and swung, pointing towards the floor. Angel’s hands sank downwards, and re-acquainted themselves with the brunette’s bare chest. For a second time, Raven’s breasts were squeezed, twisted, mauled and crushed. The topless girl winced and moaned helplessly.
With Angel thoroughly working over the victim’s head and chest, Vixen was free to attack the rest of Raven’s trapped body. The impish redhead was almost spoilt for choice; her target was hopelessly vulnerable. With an evil grin, she grabbed the back of Raven’s black panties, and jerked them upwards. It was poor Raven’s second wedgie of the night; the skimpy fabric dug painfully into her ass and her injured pussy. Vixen maintained this nasty move for as long as possible, pulling on the panties as hard as she could. Raven was nearly sobbing at his painful humiliation.
“Please… stop… oww… no more…” she whimpered. 
 “No more!?” laughed Vixen. “But I’m enjoying myself! Well, okay then, if you insist, no more wedgies.” She finally let go, the black thong snapping back into place. “But no more wedgies means… no more panties!”
Vixen pulled the garment down off of Raven’s hips. Her bare Latin ass was now fully exposed! Vixen slid the panties down Raven’s legs, leaving the brunette completely naked in front of the entire audience. The cameras were getting a great view of her upturned backside. Vixen gave Raven’s unprotected pussy a quick pinch, making the larger girl shudder with pain. As Angel continued to headscissor and breast-claw the unfortunate victim, Vixen went to collect the microphone again.
“Hey everyone!” Attention-loving Vixen addressed the entire arena. “Raven’s been a naughty girl, and we’ve only just begun to punish her. As I’m sure you can see, she’s in a prime position for a nice long dose of… spanking!”
Vixen sauntered up to Raven’s exposed rear. The redhead raised her right hand, then whipped it down onto trapped girl’s upturned backside. There was a loud crack of palm on flesh. Raven squealed.
“Yeah, that’s right, bitch!” Vixen taunted. “I know you like it really!”
The flame-haired sadist administered another hard, stinging ass slap.
“Mmm, that feel good, Raven? How about another ten of them? No, wait – make it twenty!” She smacked her butt again. “Okay, that’s one…” –smack- “…two…”
Stuck down in Angel’s headscissors, Raven tried to compose her thoughts. She was hurt, naked, and had two girls inflicting painful indignities on her trapped body. Despite her precarious position, though, she found she still had some fighting spirit left. ‘I am not giving up just yet’ she thought to herself. ‘I am not going to let that cheating bitch spank me twenty times’. She tried to ignore the fingers digging painfully into her breast flesh, and the noisy, jolting impact of ass-spanks three and four. Raven was dimly aware that the thighs clamped round her neck had loosened slightly; perhaps Angel was now more preoccupied with her boob torture than maintaining the intensity of the headscissors. Vixen’s hand slapped against her ass again.
“That’s five… this is so much fun!”
Raven gritted her teeth. ‘Right, that’s enough’ she thought. She summoned her anger and her strength, grabbed hold of Angel’s thighs, and attempted to power upwards with her shoulders. It was close, but there was just enough strength in Raven’s body to overcome Angel’s weak headscissors. Raven slowly forced herself upright, the back of her head pushing up between Angel’s legs and lifting the blonde’s feet off the mat. This was an impressive show of power from Raven. Her naked body slowly straightened up; Angel gave a yelp of surprise as she found herself up in the air, then pitching forwards over Raven’s shoulders. Angel was completely upended, and the blue-clad girl found herself flying head-first towards the mat behind Raven. As well as being a remarkable physical feat, this reversal was also tactically expedient: as the up-and over flipped Angel through the air, the blonde’s flailing body collided with the unsuspecting Vixen, who
 had been standing at Raven’s backside. Angel’s full weight smashed onto the redhead, who gave a startled cry. Their heads collided, and both girls crashed to the mat with jarring force. The two of them ended up in an ungainly heap of tangled limbs; both girls were dazed and groaning. Raven turned around and looked down upon them.
“What were you saying about payback?” she snarled.
Her naked, voluptuous body glistening with sweat, Raven reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of blonde and ginger locks, an opponent in each hand. Roughly, Raven dragged them up off the canvas, until the smaller girls’ limp bodies were dangling painfully from their long, stretched hair. Both girls squealed at the agonizing hairpull. Raven cut their cries short, however, by grabbing their heads and cracking their skulls together. There was a loud thud as Angel and Vixen’s foreheads were smashed into each other, then Raven let their stunned bodies crumple back down to the mat. Angel and Vixen were now seeing stars, slumped face-down on the floor, completely at Raven’s mercy.
The big brunette grabbed Vixen by the hair again, and dragged her slender frame over to Angel’s face-down body. Raven lined Vixen up, and then shoved the redhead’s pretty face into Angel’s upturned ass! Her cute little nose was now squashed between the ass cheeks of the inert blonde. The crowd were going wild at this unexpected turn of events. Vixen started to stir, becoming dimly aware of her horrible and embarrassing position. Before she could do anything about it, however, Raven carefully lowered herself and sat down on the back of Vixen’s head. The extra weight meant that Vixen’s face was now jammed firmly in Angel’s upturned butt! The flame-haired girl let out a muffled, helpless whimper. With ingenious cruelty, Raven had pinned both her opponents at once: the girls were triple-stacked, with Raven sitting on the top, Angel stuck at the bottom, and Vixen sandwiched nastily in the middle. It was certainly an interesting spectacle:
 Angel’s upper body splayed out across the mat, her waist straddled by Raven, with Vixen’s lower body trailing out from behind Raven. From her dominant position, the naked brunette intended now to finish things off.
Vixen continued to emit whining, inaudible, smothered protests, but she was otherwise powerless. ‘You should save your breath’ thought Raven. The brunette turned her attention to Angel, who she could see was beginning to recover from her daze. Angel groaned and slowly lifted her face from the mat, wondering to herself why there was such a heavy weight pressing down on her lower body and, in particular, her ass. Before she could try to move, however, Raven reached forwards and grabbed two handfuls of Angel’s blonde hair. Raven leaned back and pulled hard, the hairpull lifting Angel’s face up off the canvas and making her back arch. Angel screamed.
“Gahhh! My hair!”
Angel flailed her arms, but she was hopelessly trapped. She was terrified that Raven would try and tear her blonde locks out completely. That was certainly what it felt like she was doing. Unknown to her, though, Raven had another idea altogether. With Angel’s head tilted backwards,  Raven was able to link her hands beneath the blonde’s chin, abandoning the hairpull in favour of a chinlock. Raven used her grip to yank Angel’s head up and back. The effect was devastating. With Angel’s lower body pinned firmly to the mat, Raven’s pull arched the blonde’s back considerably. Angel gasped as her upper body curved backwards.
“Oww… stop…”
The move was putting incredible pressure on Angel’s spine, which was already sore from her earlier beating. The blue-clad girl grimaced in pain.
“Argh.. I submit, I submit!”
“You can’t submit, I already won the match!” hissed Raven. “All you can do now is suffer. Suffer and suffer until you pass out from the pain!”
To emphasise her point, Raven leaned back further, intensifying the move. Angel squealed in anguish. The seated girl had a solid grip, and clearly wasn’t going anywhere. The move continued for several more moments, with Angel in absolute agony. Eventually, the blonde broke down and started sobbing as she realised there was no escape from this torturous position. Tears rolled down her contorted face as the pain overwhelmed her. Still, Raven held firm.
More time passed, all of it hellish, hellish torment for Angel. Eventually, the referee re-entered the ring. The officials were worried that this kind of submission move could, if left unchecked, cause permanent damage to the girl on the receiving end. He approached cautiously.
“Careful you don’t snap her spine” he warned.
“Hey, where were you bastards when these cheating bitches double-teamed me? Of course I won’t snap her spine… I want her to feel every ounce of pain!”
The referee abated, Raven continued to torture Angel. Finally, after several minutes of agony, the pain finally overcame Angel completely. Her eyelids sank and her tongue lolled out. Raven felt her victim’s body go soft. Satisfied that Angel was finished, Raven stood up, and then grabbed Angel’s arms. She pulled her unconscious body out from under Vixen’s prone form, then picked the blonde up and slung her out of the ring. Angel toppled over the top rope and crashed onto the arena floor below.
“I’m done with her now,” Raven informed the officials, “so go ahead and take her away. Make sure she sees a doctor.”
Stretcher bearers converged on Angel’s slumped, lifeless body. Back in the ring, Raven turned towards Vixen. The smothered redhead was still lying in the same position, motionless. Raven strolled over to her.
“I hope for your sake, bitch, that face-full of ass knocked you cold!”
Raven issued a heavy kick to the side of Vixen’s body, which rocked the petite girl and rolled her onto her back. Vixen groaned, and her eyelids fluttered. Groggy, she gazed up at Raven, who gave her a cruel grin.
“Still awake, are we? Well, Vix, we can’t have that!”
Raven stood over her, then slowly lowered her backside down towards Vixen’s upturned face, letting her victim know her intention to reverse face-sit her. The scarlet-clad girl stared up at the big, sweaty, naked butt looming over her, and shuddered.
“No… please, Raven, I’m sorry… I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, just don’t- mmphh!!”
Vixen’s plea was cut short, muffled by Raven’s large, fleshy ass. The round, heavy buttocks filled the redhead’s face completely, smothering and crushing her. She whimpered and squirmed, but there was no escaping the weight pressing down on her. After the initial flood of panic, her spirits died; she knew there was no way she could unseat Raven. She would just have to lie there and take this disgusting punishment. Raven, now in her element, began to waggle her ass and bounce it up and down on her victim’s face. The smother knockout could come later; first she was going to make Vixen suffer. This cruel grinding and crushing went on for minute after minute, with seemingly no end in sight. Vixen was aghast at being dominated like this. She had entered the ring expecting to get her revenge for last week’s humiliation, but even with the element of surprise her plan had failed. In fact, the plan had backfired on her completely, giving her a second
 dose of the facesitting torment that she had wanted to avenge in the first place! If anything, her situation was worse this time: Raven’s lack of panties meant the whole ordeal was sweatier and nastier than before, with her enemy’s sticky, bare ass mashing against her face and overwhelming her senses. The crowd were on definitely Raven’s side now; they thought it was funny that Vixen was being humiliated for a second time, and everyone felt the little cheat deserved it. Their jeers added to Vixen’s misery. 
After around five minutes of this gruelling treatment, Raven unexpectedly stood up, walking away from Vixen. The beleaguered redhead stirred, surprised, and looked up to see what her tormentor was doing. Her heart sank.  Raven had gone to collect her discarded black panties, and was now advancing on Vixen with the garment in hand.
“Open wide, bitch!”
Raven gleefully stuffed the panties all the way inside Vixen’s mouth. The flame-haired girl gave an anguished, muffled cry as the sweat-stained fabric filled her mouth and pushed up against her tongue. Her humiliation was getting worse, as she was now gagged with her opponents black panties, which were drenched with the sweat and body odour of her hated rival. Satisfied, Raven turned around and re-applied the reverse facesit. Vixen’s pretty features disappeared under the wide Latin ass yet again. Raven bumped and ground on the smaller girl’s face for several more minutes. Vixen’s position was even nastier now, as she was gagged and could only breathe through her nose. What little air she could grab was nauseatingly tainted with the scent of her tormentor. ‘When will this end?’ she thought desperately.
After this second smothering session had gone on for around six minutes, Raven decided to put her foe out of her misery. She leant back, jamming Vixen’s face firmly between her buttocks. Then she held it there, squashing down with all her weight. She stopped gyrating her hips and concentrated instead on depriving Vixen of air. Underneath, Vixen felt the increased pressure. With a jolt of terror, she realised her airways were sealed shut, and she wasn’t going to be allowed to breathe any more. After a minute or so, her lungs started to ache, and she felt incredibly dizzy. Still the hot sweaty weight pressed down on her face. Raven was unyielding, and maintained the tight facesit for another couple of minutes, until she was happy that Vixen had been smothered into oblivion.
She peeled her sticky ass from Vixen’s face, and then stood up. She looked down on her sleeping foe. It was a pitiful sight. Vixen’s unconscious features were flushed and covered with a sheen of sweat. Her once-neat hair was now damp and tangled. Her mouth was filled with the black panties, and her limbs were limp, and splayed out across the mat. Raven grinned, and began to celebrate.
“Pathetic bitch! She wasn’t even in a match tonight, and she still lost!” Raven taunted. The crowd cheered. “How about I take her clothes as well!?” The crowd cheered even more.
Raven stripped her helpless opponent stark naked, and threw her scarlet wrestling costume into the audience. The nude brunette then made her way out of the ring, back to the dressing rooms. Raven had put on an impressive show here, winning the match and then dominating two girls at once. Vixen’s gorgeous, naked body lay motionless in the ring, utterly humiliated, a testament to Raven’s triumph.