Debut match: Amy 'The Lion' Evans vs Heather Sunderland.

As as much as she was enjoying taking Heather down a leg she couldn't take the time to savor it just yet, after all if she got too cocky Heather would just find a way out and break free. She would need to take the wind out of Heather a bit further before she felt she was in a comfortable position.

Thankfully she had a great idea on how to go about it Getting down on the floor she would grab Heathers hands and put them over her head. "Here's something I heard your used to, or something close to it." She said as she slowly placed her breasts on Heathers face, a good way to tease her and leave her breathless at the same time.

Heather grit her teeth, taking a few breaths in and out before she felt her hands grabbed by Amy, pinned above her head. She groaned out, writhing around underneath the girl before hearing those words she said to her. "..Ha?" She leto ut, blinking before realizing what she meant. Her eyes widened as she brought her breasts slowly down onto her face, locking in that smother hold.

"Mmmpmgnh!!" Heather let out muffled yells from underneath her, squirming and struggling around as much as she could in her twists and turns. She kept letting out those muffled sounds, frantically trying to fight her way up and out of the smother. She would kick both her legs, trying to buck the girl off her as fast as she could, not wanting to be trapped in this quite humiliating position for too long, her face flaring up red.

Amy pressed her chest down as hard as she could on Heathers face, taking a moment to savior the look of surpise on her face as she realized exactly what she planned to do. Heathers moaning and subsequent struggling added to the delightfulness of the whole thing as Amys smile lit up. "Oh come on Heather, I know alot of girls who would kill to be in your position."

Heather clearly didnt think so as she continued her attempts to escape kicking her legs out and trying to knock her off with some decnt result as Amy found herself sliding to the right. Amy hooked on one of Heathers leg to try and stay on her while grinding her breasts agaisnt her face for as long as she could before she broke out.

Heather groaned and whimpered out more from underneath Amy. The feeling of her starting to grind her breasts against her face was humiliating her even more, making it feeling like her face was totally burning up red from her blush. She yelled out as much as she could into her breasts, clenching her fists tightly as she kept up her struggling, getting more and more desperate to escape--especially when she felt her hook her leg.

She did feel her slide to the right a little however, causing Heather to act accordingly. She pushed her body as firmly as she could to the right, trying to aid in the momentum and force Amy all the way off of her.

Making a fool out of a veteran was proving to be just as amusing as beating one was, and Amy very much planned to do both here tonight. Though the smother was getting harder to maintain as Heather got more desperate to escape Amy kept it down for as long as she could while hooking her leg. 

Unfortunately this backfired much faster then Amy ever expected it to as Hetharr shifted her weight and pushed agaisnt her, having the effect of knocking her off her perch and sending her to her side. "Dammit." She muttered as she tried to untangle her legs and break off from there.

Heather took a few deep breaths as she was finally able to break out of that smother hold. She was able to escape before being drained too much, gritting her teeth as she went to push herself up, Letting Amy untangle her legs to break off. She wasn't about to let her get off easy for that though.

"Kh! Even some new girl thinking she can just do that sort of thing to me!" She let out, her face flaring up red in embarrassment as she moved over to her. She reached for Amy's head, going to yank the girl up to her knees. In a swift motion, she went to pull her head under her arm, throwing her leg back before going to kick it forward, attempting to use her momentum and take her down with a hard snap DDT while Amy was on her knees.

With the dark haired girl on top, there was nothing she could do to stop her from getting to her feet, though her red face and embarrased commnent showed she clealry was on the lesser wnd of the stick regardless. "Tch, dont act like you weren't enjoying that."

Heather suddenly grabbed her head and broght her up to her knees but before she could make the effort to pry her arms off and stand up all the way, she yanked her head down to the mat in a ddt. "Guugh" she groaned as her head snapped back and she fll back down to the floor on her back.

Heather let out a grunt as she hit the mat while taking her down with that DDT. She pushed herself back up right away--pushing off the slight jolt she got from her own momentum as soon as she could. She wanted to take it to this girl immediately right after that smother--wanting to get rid of that little 'weakness' of her's that's got her the small bit of criticism she's heard people speak of.

She reached for Amy's arm, yanking her hard to pull her towards the corner and sit her up against it. She stepped back a little before rushing towards the corner, leaping up in the air and gripping the top rope. She attempted to come right back down, pulling on the rope and trying to slam her boots into Amy's chest with a rope-assisted corner dropkick.

She didnt get much of a chance to recover before Heather was back on her, clearly not happy with her antics earlier as she dragged her across the ring. Suddenly she was placed in the bottom of the corner.

She was perched up enough to how she know what was next but her head was still spinnng and she couldnt get out of the way of the incoming dropkick. "Grrgh" Amys face was pressed agaisnt the ropes before she rolled of with the impact of the kick and laid there, her head hurting worse then before.

Feeling that impact of her boots collide with Amy, she nodded to herself a bit, hitting quite the nice succession of moves on the girl. Shescrambled to her knees, gripping Amy's leg to yank her back towards the center of the ring, moving her over to it.

She took a breath, thinking a bit before deciding to just wear her down with a simple move. She gripped her leg again, aiming to turn and yank the girl onto her front, attempting to pull and sit down, wanting to lock her in a single leg Boston Crab