KO Bondage Match! Debut! Whitney White vs Elsa Grey

KO Bondage Match
Winning Condition: You must handcuff your opponent and then knock out your opponent!



Whitney would wait backstage, pumped up for her debut match. Alright Whitney! First match, let's show the crowd and everyone here who's boss! Whitney would exclaim in her head as she heard her theme start playing and rushed out from backstage. She would wave to the crowds, blowing kisses and spanking her ass as fan service. Whitney would climb into the ring and wave to the crowd and got into her corner, waiting for her opponent. "Let's show this bitch who's the boss!" Whitney exclaimed.

Another day, another jobber to destroy. It had been a while since Elsa had gotten a call from the AFW, and in her absence her popularity had declined, but it seemed she was still in someone's good graces, because the next match she was called for was against a five foot one rookie. Elsa licked her lips as the scantily clad young woman climbed into the ring, and it was Elsa's turn to enter she came down the ramp with the same confident sashay as always. She slipped in through the ropes, strutting towards the center of the ring with a cold smile as she waited for the bell to ring. "Aren't you simply adorable! A busty little cattle, ja?" she giggled with a mockingly sweet tone. "Are you ready to play with me, little rinder?"

Whitney would be fazed a moment when she saw Elsa entering the ring but quickly regained her confidence. She's not tough! I can beat this bitch! Whitney thought to herself as Elsa climbed into the ring. She would hear what Elsa's comment and shot back, "I'm ready alright! Ready to beat your ass!" Whitney would get herself ready as she heard the bell ring and charged at her much bigger opponent.

As her diminutive opponent charged forward blindly, Elsa shook her head in mock disappointment. In reality, if she wanted a challenging fight she wouldn't go after the girls she did, but the difference in skill between them was abundantly clear from the get go.

In a single deft movement, the taller woman would step to the side and bring her knee forward, trying to use Whitney's own momentum to drive her knee deep into the girl's exposed belly. If this connected, she'd follow up by grabbing the poor girl by the hair, and driving her knee into Whitney's soft tummy one, two, three more times!

As Whitney charged at Elsa, she would see too late as she would run tummy-first into Elsa's knee. Whitney would cry out in pain and suddenly feel her hair being grabbed and the knee was driven back into her tummy three more times! Whitney would shut her eyes and cry out each time the knee hit and clutch her tummy as Elsa held her by the hair. "B-Bitch!" Whitney would growl as she clutched her tummy in pain.

The merciless assault did not let up there, as Elsa tugged onto her victim's hair to drive one last knee into her face. She then let go of her opponent's pigtails so that she could bend over fully from the battering. The height between both wrestlers was significant, and assuming Whitney bent forward when released, Elsa would follow up by lifting one leg and driving it into the back of the poor girl's skull, curb stomping her into the mat!

Whitney was furious at herself for getting caught like this at the very beginning of the match. But Whitney would soon cry out when Elsa drove her knee into her face. Whitney would scream and bend forward in pain and suddenly fell a powerful stomp on her skull, Elsa curb-stomping her hard into the mat. Whitney would slam head first into the mat, right under Elsa as she groans in pain. "F-Fucking bitch!" Whitney exclaimed her head was pounding. Whitney would try to get on all fours, probably not the best idea when you're in between your opponent's legs.

"Where is zat confidence? You seemed so sure you would be kicking my ass, but now it is you taking the beating, ja? Elsa teased, smiling wryly as the tiny girl before her climbed to her hands and knees. A little tug of her hair and Whitney's head was level with Elsa's groin, both legs clamping around her face until she was hoisted up to the German's shoulders. Elsa placed a gentle, humiliating kiss on her opponent's own crotch before brutally throwing her down to the mat with a laugh.

"Why you-ACK!?" Whitney would exclaim before Elsa pulled her by her pigtails again and shoved her face into her groin and clamping down on her head. Whitney would flail but would be unable to resist the bigger woman who was much stronger than her. Whitney would feel Elsa kissing her crotch before suddenly falling back on the mat. Whitney would grunt in pain and frustration as she tries to get up a second time. If Whitney is able to manage to get back on her feet, Whitney would try rushing her opponent again, trying to tackle Elsa down.

If this girl deserved credit for anything, it was her tenacity. Elsa was genuinely surprised as Whitney started climbing back to her feet, though still not the least bit threatened. The second charge was as predictable as the first, and Elsa easily stepped aside with her boot out just enough to trip up the smaller girl. Instead of letting her fall, though, Elsa would grab the small tail of her bikini bottoms, holding just long enough to drive a kick between Whitney's legs before dropping her to the mat.