Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt vs. Libby 'Liberty' Vella - Rage Against the Machine

”2…!”

Liberty was coming to after a flash knockout, rousing back to the world of the living...at least, she thought she was awake. Everything was still dark, even though her eyes were wide open. Something was blocking her nose and mouth, too. Something soft, but wet, with the unmistakable odor of sweat filling her nostrils. And was that the referee she heard counting?

”3…!”

The bell rang and the crowd booed, confirming that she’d just lost, but Liberty’s mind was still processing what was happening. The firmness, the flesh, the bouncing weight on top of her smothered features…

Gwendolyn was sitting on her face.

She was still too weak to move much, but she could scream just fine, and that was exactly what Liberty did. It came out of as a muffled roar underneath Gwen’s ass, effectively covered by her flesh, and there wasn’t anything but a twitch to go along with it. As much as she hated, loathed to admit it, Gwendolyn had defeated her. Utterly, thoroughly, clean-as-a-sheet.

The exhilarating thrill of subduing the grotesque anarchist by shoving her slovenly face against Gwen's curvy rump was making her heart flutter with every passing second and pin count. Merely ending the match with a rudimentary pinfall would have been such a waste, especially after such an unmitigated trouncing. The hardcore champion mewling and twitching pathetically into Gwen's plump derriere was a far more apropos method of bookending this delightful romp...and summed up Liberty's performance in this match quite nicely~...

A crimson blush was forming on her smirking face when she felt Liberty's muffled scream, the heiress prolonging the debasing smother by leaning further back and teasingly swaying her hips. Giving new meaning to the term "rubbing" in your victory". Though once the flashing cameras had died down, Gwen would unseat herself and stand over Liberty's head. The referee would briefly raise her arm in victory while her other hand would adjust the flap of her outfit around her rear and pat away any lingering spittle from Liberty's cheeky mouthful.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Liberty...This altercation was everything I could have anticipated..." Gwen gleefully imparted before stepping over Liberty to stand by her side, mockingly kicking non-existent dirt behind her before elegantly striding towards the ropes. One of her entourage members would sit on the middle rope as Gwen would step through the gap and hop down the apron. Gwen would be surrounded by her attentive entourage members primping her up and catering to her needs during their march up the ramp to thunderous boos and Gwen's imperialistic theme booming over the speakers.