Sidewinder Strikes!

 


The audience cheering... or half of them at least... fans of the USAngel television show on DDSTV... the announcer bellowing into the Mike... "Representing TWAT in this battle of the Screen Sirens... the one and only... USAngel..."

USAngel runs to the ring... short white robe bouncing about the tops of her shimmering thighs... smiling and waving her staff to the crowd before using it to vault into the ring... flipping before landing on her feet... "USAngel at 114 pounds... and star of her own show by the same name... versus..." Angel removing her robe and handing it and staff out of the ring as her opponent is announced...

A theme tune from the rival show starting up... "The challenger... that wily thief who's stolen hearts and ratings across the nation... and also a top-class wrestler with the Federation of Unlimited-Class Kombat... Sidewinder..." A lithe black girl in red and yellow running out... and going into a series of flips...

USAngel eyes the black girl... taller but more slender than Callie... the two having been teammates and rivals all the way back to the national gymnastics team... Callie pointing her gloved hands like guns... pretending to fire them... before turning cocked thumbs downward... smirking and winking at her foe...

Sidewinder leaning forward... blowing a raspberry with hands on hips... showing off her cleavage a little in the process... as the crowd cheers... Sidewinder's agent is the one you really have trouble with... he's been trying to represent you as well... but he comes up with all kinds of sleazy stunts... without prior approval...

USAngel nods as the bell rings... not even feigning to circle before charging across the ring and leaping into her 123 dropkick... aiming her stout little churning legs to drive kicking footies into cleavage, chin and cheek... with the intent to flip away off the last kick...

Sidewinder moving quickly... fast enough to block the first two blows... but not the third... that sends her spinning down to the mat as you flip backwards... having dealt out the first blow...

USAngel lands on her feet... blue footies running up the ropes... launching her into a high triple backflip... spreading her costume's wings to get extra height... before tucking elbows close to fall like a rock... executing her Fallen Angel elbow drop... aiming at Sidewinder's display of cleavage...

Sidewinder twisting out of the way... like a snake... your elbows missing by an inch... before she tries to get you into her snake hold... a modified surfboard hold... aiming to grab your legs and hold the rest of you down with her weight...

USAngel squeals in pain as her elbow hits the canvas... the ring rattling... she is too busy grimacing in pain and grabbing her elbow to prevent her ankles being grabbed... and tucked under the arms... as the black girl sits on the small of Angel's back and tries to snap the blonde's arching back...

Sidewinder grinning... giving her trademark hiss as she arches her own back... putting your flexibility to a real test as the crowd ooh and aah... a painful hold... not fatal... but it might just lose you the match if you tap out... and Sidewinder seems intent on making it worse for you...

USAngel is bent back until her blue footies touch the blonde waves on her own shaking head... telling the ref she refuses to submit in a tortured voice... her own white leotard digging ever deep into the crotch of pecan-tinted tights as she struggles... desperately trying to inch across the canvas... a gloved hand reaching for the ropes...

Sidewinder pressing her advantage... and bending your back even further... knowing your limits and taking you right to the edge of them... an agonizing hold... and one that's beaten you in the past when you were training... and has the notable side effect of showing off your pout to the audience...

USAngel feels the sweat beading up on her face as her leotard slips deeper... until it practically disappears between the pecan halves of her bulging sex... upturned under the bright lights for all to see... Angel finally grasping the rope... the ref telling Sidewinder to break the hold...

Sidewinder sticking her tongue out at the Ref... and giving your body another merciless flex... before finally letting go... and standing up to the cheers of the crowd... many of whom appreciated the view...

USAngel 's legs flop out on the mat... shaking her head as she gets to hands and knees... experimentally testing her back and wincing... screaming as she is suddenly dragged back into the center of the ring by the hair... Sidewinder snaking her powerful legs around her neck... clutching one arm to her cleavage... while her ankles lock about the other... Sidewinder's armbar scissors... a finisher...

Sidewinder grinning... as she rides you down to the mat... looking like she's going to choke you out with her long legs... the crowd chanting her name as she puts the squeeze on... Sidewinder’s agent leading the chant...

USAngel sputters and chokes... her big brown eyes wide and desperate as they peer out from between the chocolate thighs... which gloved hands can't seem to pull apart no matter how hard she strains... kicking her flailing legs all about... the white leotard still pulled tight into the bulge of her sex... even as she bridges up and tries flipping over to her front to break the hold...

Sidewinder staying with you... even as you flop about... wiggling like a gopher in a snake's maw... the black girl grunting as you try to dislodge her but holding firm... as the crowd cheer... giving her a standing ovation... her agent grinning...

USAngel sweats profusely... her white leotard soaked through... the chanting of her rival's name deafening... but becoming more and more distant as the crushing thighs constrict around her neck and cover her ears... Angel flops back and forth but cannot break the hold... however her legs finally fall into the ropes... and the ref calls for a break just in time to save Angel from passing out...

Sidewinder slinks back to her corner... smirking... "Third time's the charm..." the crowd booing at the Ref's interruptions... still chanting Sidewinder's name as she plays to them... flexing and posing in her red and yellow bodysuit...

USAngel crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull herself up... while Sidewinder plays to the crowd... Angel finally struggles to her feet... her sweat-soaked costume plastered obscenely to her stout little body... brushing matted hair back from her red face... running forward and diving into a flying tackle... wings spread...

Sidewinder still absorbed in her own stardom... turning too late... and getting tackled into the corner... retaliating with a snake strike aimed at your temple... snarling... "You should learn to stay down..."

USAngel ducking under the snake strike punch... burying a white shoulder into the red and yellow-clad ribs... driving forward... aiming to slam Sidewinder hard into the turnbuckle... "You should have finished me when you had the chance..."

The slam driving the wind out of Sidewinder... leaving her dazed and groggy... as the crowd's chants lower... becoming a worried murmur... her agent cursing and beating on the apron... as a couple of people at the back stand up and start shouting... "Go USAngel... you can do it..."

USAngel grasps the dazed Sidewinder and tosses her over a shoulder into the middle of the ring... before running up the ropes and triple backflipping once more... wings spread... her finisher... the Angel Swan dive... aiming to come down chest to chest on her foe...

Sidewinder has only enough time to widen her eyes before the mammaries meet... the impact stunning her... as you hold her down for the Ref to count to three... avoiding her mistake of making the holds too brutal... the crowd cheering...

USAngel rattles the entire ring with the impact... hooking a leg to prevent a kickout while the ref counts... 1...2...3... standing and raising her arms in victory... the obscene state of her sweaty costume forgotten for the moment... as she poses with a foot on Sidewinder's cleavage... and flashbulbs pop... "Tonight's winner... USAngel!"

(March 2009)