Pussy vs Roxanne (complete)

Pussy prowled after Roxanne as she got up, with an aggressive glint in her eye. As Roxanne grabbed the ropes the veteran pounced wrapping her arms tight on the girl's waist and then throwing her own body back to wrench the exhausted girl from the ropes into a skull stunning bridge suplex.

Roxanne's eyes widened when she felt Pussy's arms around her waist. She had already been suplexed once that night, and definitely didn't want to go through that again. However, when she was grabbed she had only one hand latched onto the ropes, which wasn't nearly enough to stop Pussy.

"YAAH!" Her back crashed against the mat, and as Pussy bridged gravity forced her dress down, exposing her black and white panties. Her butt pointed upwards in an embarrassing manner, but she didn't pay attention to it. Her body was weakened, and she couldn't squirm effectively out of that position. The ref approached and slapped her hand on the mat. "One!"

Pussy simply held the girl in place firmly not wanting to put her through any more pain if she could help it. Roxanne certainly seemed the stubborn type, much like herself. Pussy smirked amusedly as she pressed lightly into the girl's back in bridge.

"Two!" Roxanne feebly tried to move, to little effect. Her head was still spinning, her body was sore, and Pussy had her tight in the bridge. Even if she broke the pin, she'd be too weak to fight off another big move or submission. Her legs wobbled slightly.

"Three!"

Pussy relaxed herself down onto her back lowering Roxanne down next to her before kipping back up to a standing position to raise her hands in victory.

Then she knelt down to offer Roxanne a hand in getting up. "You did pretty well." she informed her.

Roxanne slumped back onto the mat as Pussy lowered her. She closed her eyes, turning her head to the side; her body was exhausted. She lay there for some time, resting a bit. Then, hearing some voice above the roar of the crowd, she opened her eyes and saw Pussy. "Mmm... thanks..." she said, slowly, as she awoke from her half-slumber and took her hand. "You're very good... meanie!" She joked, getting up. She had some injuries, but those would heal quickly, and it seemed that her cheerful personality was coming back.

"I know." the veteran responded dismissively. She looked down towards Roxanne's stocking legs. "Will you be all right to walk back to the locker room alone, or would you like help?" she asked. Now that the match was over, it was best to avoid exacerbating any injuries.

"I'm fine... nh!" Roxanne winced as she got to her feet; her left ankle was urt, making her limp a bit. "Um... on second thought, I guess I could use some help..."

The small wrestler's leaned into each other as they left the arena. Pussy was careful to keep the weight off of Roxanne's ankle especially as the made their way up the ramp. Then the pair disappeared into the darkness together headed for the locker room.

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Pussy beats Roxanne by bridge pin