A Nose Rubbing!

 


USAngel runs to the ring... short white robe bouncing off the tops of her shimmering thighs... pointing her staff to the crowd before using it to vault into the ring... flipping to her feet... "USAngel at 114 pounds... and star of her own show by the same name... versus Mexico's own female champion..." Angel removing her robe as her opponent is announced and the crowd erupts...

The crowd cheering long and loud as your opponent enters the ring... five foot nine and built to match... in a white wrestling mask and outfit... waving to the roaring crowds... "At 166 pounds... La Aguila... the eagle..."

USAngel has gained confidence on this worldwide tour to promote her show... having lost only once... but takes a deep breath as she realizes just how muscular La Aguila is... maybe half again Angel's size... still she grins at the masked girl... pointing at her and making a thumbs down gesture... sticking her tongue out past smirking lips... giving a come-on gesture... “I’m going to rub your nose in it, girlfriend...” the crowd booing as she plays the heel and the bell rings...

La Aguila attacking first... hopping up onto the ring post behind her... then leaping... arms wide... into her trademark Eagle Splash... the crowd cheering at the top of their lungs as she almost seems to glide over the canvas... heading right for you...

USAngel gapes... stunned that this large muscular woman could be so quick and agile... still standing in place as she is taken down... rattling the ring... grabbing a handful of the purple plume that protrudes from the white mask... rolling over and tossing the masked woman away... before scrambling to her feet...

La Aguila rolling... and coming to her feet... grinning behind the mask... as she makes another leap for you... aiming to tackle you to the canvas again... like a muscled streak of lightning aiming to strike you down...

USAngel finds it hard to believe a woman this powerful is just as quick as she is... this time she manages to roll backwards and bring her legs up into La Aguila's ribcage... monkey tossing her overhead toward the far corner... Angel holds on and rolls with her opponent... ending up sitting astraddle La Aguila… shimmering thighs squeezing the ample boobs between them... going for a quick pin... "I've got you now!"

La Aguila dizzied... but not out of it yet... lifting up her long powerful legs to catch your head between her feet... and attempting to pull you off her with the strength of her legs... grinning... "Or I've got you, conchita..."

USAngel gasps as she is rolled aside... her head trapped between the powerful legs... a bandaid rubbed across her nose where some previous opponent must have trying to bite their way out... Angel instead bridges up and tries to push free while flipping over to her front... "No way!"

La Aguila taking the opportunity to roll the other way... breaking free of your hold as you break free of hers... squaring up as you both get to your feet... and she goes into a spinning roundhouse kick... aiming to knock you into the ropes...

USAngel comes to her feet and charges forward... running right into the big purple boot... blond hair exploding outward as her head snaps back... and her body follows... staggering drunkenly into the ropes and rebounding... stumbling back towards La Aguila as the crowd buzzes in anticipation...

La Aquila grins... and spins... doing a version of your own one-two-three kick... one in the belly... one in your breasts... and one aimed right at your temple... the crowd roaring in appreciation...

USAngel lurches with each kick like a puppet with a string breaking... the boot leaving an imprint on the chest of her sweaty leotard... the faint shade of a nipple apparent in the center... the final shot to the temple sending her spinning into the air... three horizontal revolutions... before crashing to the canvas and sprawling like a rag doll... limbs flailing awkwardly as she tries to get up...

The crowd goes wild with their joyous approval... as La Aguila quickly flips you over... and sits... her firm bottom grinding into your face... smothering you as she grabs hold of your legs... pinning them securely under an arm...

USAngel is barely aware of where she is... unable to kick as her legs are secured... trapped in darkness under the press of her opponent's tight sweaty shorts... unable to suck any air out of the woman's ass... hearing a count begin somewhere in the distance... suffocating... biting in her panic... coming away with a piece of shorts in her teeth...

La Aguila eeping... and wiggling her bottom... but grinding her sweaty muscular flesh down into your face with even more force... “No biting!” she roars in rage as she raises a fist and punches you right between the legs... the crowd gasping... then exploding in laughter... as the referee checks your shoulders...

USAngel lurches as she is punched in her most tender area... her gloved hands grasping frantically at La Aguila’s tree-trunk-like thighs... shimmering legs tensing... writhing... but held tight... even as the pout between the halves of her squirming rump seems to immediately swell from the nasty blow... there is no escape from the moist muscular flesh that has cut off her air... her hands flopping out limply to the canvas as her desperate struggles give out...

La Aguila smiling... and continuing to grind her bottom... the crowd roaring... as the referee counts... the crowd rising in a standing ovation as he counts three... leaving you laying on the mat... covered with sweat... your own and hers... as your rival bounces about the ring... displaying one perfect cheek of her bottom... and you hold a strip of fabric between your teeth...

USAngel lies there barely conscious on the mat as La Aguila stomps her one more time with a purple boot... the blonde’s limp form twitching about... much to the delight of the crowd... roaring as their champion poses over the defeated the American... who only slowly becomes aware of the boot planted on her cheek... rubbing her face into the canvas... and the sweaty piece of white shorts...

(April 2009)