Sally Brown vs. White Feather

"Hey ya better - oof! - watch it, Featherweight! You punch someone and they'll - ack! - be liable to fall over!" Sally will demonstrate what she's talking about... by falling over backwards, aiming to squash White Feather between herself and the mat! Following the move, if she pulls it off, she'll stand up again, rubbing the back of her head. "Y'all don't stop punching, do ya, sugar? Just, bam bam bam!"

Her head's feeling rather light, and she thinks she's going to have a headache after the match, but for now, she can fight pretty well...

White Feather was still punching until suddenly Sally dropped backwards onto her back, causing White Feather's to also hit the mat hard. "AGH!!" she cried out from the impact and started to rub her back in pain.

She would groan, "First of all, I am not much of a featherweight. And second (ugh), I am showing that I still have some fight left in me. And I'm guessing you do too." After a few moments, White Feather would slowly stand up, still rubbing her back and backing off from her opponent for a while.

This was becoming quite a match. Both girls landed some pretty solid hits on each other and neither wants to stay down.

"Well, Featherweight is a good pun, on account that your name is White Feather, and y'all are smaller than me. So... I know you ain't actually a featherweight, but I thought it would be a cutesy nickname for ya!" Sally smiled back. White Feather might be a bit rough, but this fight had been going pretty good, and it was scintillating to be apart of! She had gotten the wind knocked out of her, her breasts smacked, and the back of her head knocked around, but she was still good to fight. White Feather had gotten knocked around a bit as well, but Sally figured she had fighting spirit too!

It was all the grizzly girl could do not to charge White Feather again, but she was worried about being caught in another hold like that camel clutch thing. Instead, she'd stalk closer, trying to be careful and thoughtful. She really wanted to pin the native american to the floor!

White Feather would think for a moment on what Sally had said in regarding "featherweight" to be a good pun and nickname. It did sound a little insulting, but maybe she'll get used to it. She smiled and said, "Hmm, well you do have a good point. Maybe I can get used to it."

After putting that aside, both girls got back in to fight. Sally at this point was ring cautious now after that camel clutch. She didnt want to be out in any other excruciating holds.

For White Feather, she kept her guard up as she went a little closer and go for two quick jabs to the face to see how Sally would react. The last thing that she'd want to be in this match is under her opponent.

"Well, I'm tryin' to tease ya, darlin'! Y'all don't gotta get used to it... you know, smack talk, and the like?" Sally honestly isn't very good at smack talk, and thus is forced to explain to White Feather what she's trying to do by calling her Featherweight... maybe she needed something more outright taunting, although she didn't quite know what she wanted!

Her thoughts on taunts were stopped when White Feather came close and gave her two quick jabs to the face! Sally wasn't expecting her opponent's speed as she leaned in and gave her a good one-two punch, and couldn't block it. She took a step back, dizzied by the jabs, but Sally was a rather solid girl, and she was only stunned for a moment! She tried to grab White Feather's hair, head, or arm with a clumsy sweep of her right arm, still a bit woozy from the punches... if she could grab the girl, she's pull her towards her while sticking a foot out, hoping to trip White Feather onto the mat!

"Yeah, I get that a lot," said White Feather as she successfully got two jabs on Sally. Then suddenly, she felt her opponent's hand grabbing her hair and was pulled to her. Cringing in pain, she would try to punch again at Sally's face and chest in an attempt to make her let go before she was about to be tripped.

Sally took another punch or two to the face and chest as she tried to trip White Feather onto the mat. She gritted her teeth - the girl was quick, jabbing before she could get her bearings - but she had to muscle through the pain. She had realized that if she kept backing off every time White Feather stung her, she'd never win the match... so she didn't backdown from trying to trip her over her foot!

Succeeding at that, Sally would take a step back, then try and splash down on her opponent, bringing her curvaceous weight down on her like an anvil of voluptuous wrestling babe!

"NNGH!" White Feather grunted when she got tripped onto the mat. She would turn her head to see where Sally was and her eyes grew wide when she took a wild guess what would happen next. So, she attempted to roll to the side quickly before Sally's weight can drop down on her hard.

If this worked, she would also try to come to her opponent and drop a kick to Sally's rear to show that she missed.

Sally let out a grunt as her slam only found hard mat instead of soft opponent. White Feather was so quick - Sally felt a sharp pang of frustration as she flubbed another move. "White Feather... more like White Mouse!" She thought furiously, starting to stand up - before her quick opponent planted a kick right on her caboose, knocking her flat again!

Sally rolled onto her back, starting to stand up again, downright glowering at White Feather and furiously blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Y'all need to stay still, girl!"

After kicking Sally's hiney, she would get back to her defensive stance as she said with a pant, "Why stay still? I'm giving my all out her and there's no time to slow down now." With that, she attempted to charge forward and attempt to go with an uppercut to catch Sally off guard. If this worked, she would also add a sweeping kick to knock her opponent off her feet and fall on her back again.