Tiffany vs Merith

Tiffany was pushed up off of Merith. Getting back to her feet, the cowgirl saw Merith regain her footing as well. With a wild yell, she ran forward, looking to score a running clothsline at the Amazon before she could get a gameplan together.

Merith turned to face Tiffany as she heard the yell. "Shit!" Merith thought as she saw Tiffany charging her. She had to think fast and that she did. Merith opened her arms and managed to counter the charging girl, readying to hoist her into a powerslam. If this was successful, Merith would get back up and yank Tiffany to her feet by her hair before lifting her up and over her head. Merith wanted to press Tiffany for the crowd before driving HER down to her back in the middle of the ring...

"Whaaa!?" Tiffany had time to scream before she was powerslamed into the mat.
She arched her back for a moment before Merith picked her up and hoisted her up. The cowgirl's eyes were wide at the sight of how high she was at. And then Merith drove her into the mat. Lying on her back, Tiffany groaned as her breasts heaved with the effort of getting air.

Merith circled her downed prey like a predator and seeing that Tiffany was staying down to catch her breath, Merith leapt up into the air. If Tiffany didn't move, Merith would come down across Tiffany's breasts with a thudnerous elbow drop to once more knock the air from her lungs...

"Ahhhhh!" Tiffany cried, holding her breasts and rolling onto her side after taking Merith's big elbow.
With a soft moan, the Texan will try to get back to her feet if Merith doesn't move to press her advantage.

As Tiffany already struck the psychological blow with her early pin attempt, so to did Merith want to give one back. The large red-head shoved Tiffany roughly back onto her back and laid herself across her, Merith's large arm reaching down and hooking both of Tiffany's wonderfully sculpted thighs, showing her butt to the crowd as she pulled both legs up. Merith's weight pressed down onto Tiff's chest and the referee quickly got down to count her shoulders...

"1!"

"Not happening!" Tiffany called as she got her shoulder off the mat.
Despite her bravado, she could feel Merith taking to momentum.
The cowgirl wondered how this has managed to go downhill so fast as she tried to get back to a standing position.

"Hmm..." Merith mused as she slowly got off of Tiffany. As the blonde rose up, Merith tried to grab her head in a tight headlock before tiffany could muster another offense. If she managed to get it, Merith would flex both her arms as hard as she could to create the most pressure around Tiffany's head...

The Texan cowgirl let out a muffled cry as Merith's arms wrapped around her head. Even a basic hold could turn dangerous thanks to Merith's overwhelming size and strength.
Reaching one arm around Merith's waist, Tiff's hand pressed against Merith's sex as her other arm tried to loosen the Amazon's grip.

Merith's thighs closed around Tiff's hand as the larger girl felt the hand on her mound. "......" Merith blushed and squeezed her foe's head harder, not moving Tiff's hand for fear of losing hold of her opponent's head. Instead Merith tried to endure it while she drained the fight from the Texan and fought to resist Tiff's attempts to loosen her grip. But the tightness of Merith's grip was beginning to draw sweat from Tiff's head and that was helping to make it more and more difficult to hold her and Merith's grip would loosen a little more the more she concentrated on the hand placed on her sex. Merith's back arched a little and one of her eyes squinted, "...n...mmm." she moaned gently...