Wells Quinn Vs. Merith: Iron Woman Match!?

When wells saw Merith turn her head to look upwards, She swallowed hard and then aimed a flailing frogsplash at The amazon.

Merith spotted Wells leaping at her like a flailing ball of frantic limbs only this time she wouldn't catch Merith off her guard as she had all through the match. The amazon hopped out of range and watched as Wells splat on the arena floor right in front of her. Merith winced at the sight but wanted to take advantage of the situation before her foe could recover. She grabbed the girl's hooded sweater to yank her up to her feet before yanking it up and over her head and throwing it to the fans. If she got this far, she would grab Wells' skirt at her butt and throw her under the bottom rope back into the ring...

Wells yelped as she saw Merith walk away. She smacked hard into the floor, nearly blacking out from the hit. She was easily manhandled by the giantess, her pink hoodie coming off to reveal a thin man's t-shirt covering a black bra. Shemoaned as it was removed. Getting hiked up by her skirt was an easy task and Wells was rolled into the ring wit little effort, a trail of drool on her cheeks and her eyes glazed over.

Merith crawled in after Wells and quickly laid across her, needing desperately to catch up with the score before things got worse. She reached down and hiked one leg up by the thigh, spreading Wells' thigh from the other, giving the fans a look between her legs as her skirt fell up. Merith started to think as the ref got into position that the mistake was enough to turn this match around. Then again, this was one of the only offensive things to happen to Wells since the match started, would it be enough to keep her down?

ONE!!

Wells was simply moaning as Merith pinned her, twitching occasionally.

"TWO!"

"Fragile one, aren't you?" Merith cooed with a grin spreading over her golden lips. Wells was making as much effort to get out as Merith did the first three falls, but this time it was sweet sweet justice when the ref slapped the mat for

THREE!

Merith smiled and released her pinned prey, standing up and looking down over her pained body. Cruelly she reached down and took hold of Wells' blonde hair, yanking her up to her feet. She looked to the ref, waiting for her to signal for Merith to continue...

The jolt to her hair afyer the count caused her to come out of her stupor a little bit. "Owwwoww!" She whined. "I told you I was! You probably weigh three times as much as me!" She moaned and weakly tried to pound her fists into Merith's tight abs.

As Merith looked to her foe, Wells flailed pounding her fists into Merith's abs. "UHNN!" the large woman grunted and doubled over, almost as if Wells had inadvertently stumbled upon a weak point, the weak attack enough to force Merith to release her and move back a few steps with her hands holding her stomach.

"Ehhh!?" Wells was surprised when Merith let go and she stumbled back herself. She was still tired as well, but knew she had to TRY and capitalize on the advantage she somehow got. But not being very professional and not really having much energy, all she could do was lower her head and try and drive her head hard into Merith's stomach again.

Before Merith could recover from the first hit, Wells' blonde head smashed into her abs again, doubling Merith way over. "OHHHH!!" the giantess cried out and coughed lightly. If Wells wasn't a lucky girl before tonight, she was sure getting away with murder this evening. Merith's knees almost buckled but she managed to stay up though bent over, her long red hair pooled on the mat below her. The fans yelled their support for Wells