Conza vs Suzanna

Conza's arms were a bit strained, but he was otherwise fine in comparison to Suzanna. She was in seemingly bad shape, on the count of all those pained cries she made. "Come on, lets keep this uh...G-Going." He says to her

"Get over here!" Is all she responded, charging him and twirling around, trying to roughly slam her butt into his face.

She was quick to rebound from pain. Conza was almost overtaken by her running at him. He put his arms up to keep from getting her bottom in his face. But, she still knocks him into a corner. "Ugh!" He groans, slumping down.

She charged for the corner, once again trying a beatdown with her booty, attempting to use it as a ram, slamming him in the corner

To his disliking, Conza got a face full of het bottom. He makes a muffled sound before trying to flail his arms and legs to get her off and away from him.

She pushed back, hoping to lock the poor boy in a stinkface. "Yea...mmmhmmm...get in there...mmhmmm...love it~"

His attempts hadn't worked. He growls, and ducks under Suzanna to try and get out of that corner. "Wha--What the heck? He says, looking back at her. Conza didn't want to end up in that situation again. He stands up and panted.

"Thats called a stinkface, sweetheart" she winked. "Its one of my favorite moves"

He growls and stamped his foot hard on the floor. "Well, knock it off! Be a little serious here!" It was annoying to him. He thought that Suzanna didn't take him seriously as a wrestler. While thatat not have been the case, Conza didn't know better. He runs to tackle her into the corner

She began to dance about, hopefully trying to get away from him. "Come onn"