Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394
Gianna 844-33 CANDY (844-332-2639) ext. 355
Uh oh, things are getting serious. Catch up with Part 1 and Part 2 of the girl on girl wrestling match story at those links. The bank account was getting larger by the day and to say I wasn’t terrified would be a lie. Most importantly I wanted to put on a good show for the guys! I didn’t want to let anyone down. Gianna had done a little sparring in our makeshift wrestling ring and the results were….. comedic. It was obvious that neither of us knew what the hell we were doing.
“Ok girl, I’ve been doing some research and I found something that’ll help us. I dug into the funds we’ve got and I got us each a training session with a former Women’s Wrestling champ. We can only afford one day, though! So make it count.” Gianna cheered in excitement. Grabbing the gorgeous wrestling outfit she crafted, she dashed out the door to start her training. My trainer, however, insisted on training me in our ring. That was fine, it was too cold to go out anyway. I changed and proceeded to warm up and get limber before my trainer showed up.
I’m not going to give too many details, but the training session was great! I learned a lot about how to properly grapple my opponent, how to toss without hurting her. Most importantly, I learned some submission moves to really get the crowd going. Nothing like a figure-four leg lock to get the crowd pumped. (I’d be just like Ric Flair – WOOOOO!!!) But here’s where it got strange. She gave me something. It was a bracelet. A plain, silver looking bracelet with a dark red gem embedded deep in the center.
“You wear this tomorrow night, yes? It’ll bring you luck and keep you safe.” Well, that was strange. Normally I’d be a bit confused but agreed. Maybe she was passing down an important heirloom. It’d be rude to say no, so I agreed and kept the bracelet on. Gianna came home and we talked over dinner how much fun we were going to have and how undeniably rich we would be! She didn’t notice the bracelet at all.
Before we knew it, the next evening a crowd was lined up outside of our loft. It was way more than we had anticipated, and before long the entire loft was crammed full of guys. I’d never felt so nervous as I looked out from my room. Gianna danced around in pure excitement. I refused to let my anxiety ruin this. Without knowing it, I had gripped the bracelet on my wrist. It filled me with calming relaxation. I felt in control. Nothing could stop me. We could do this.
After we were announced by the ring boy, the sexy girl on girl wrestling match was on! Gianna and I both had phenomenal trainers, that’s for sure! She was definitely able to play the crowd and got them super hyped up. Body slams and suplexes – she was a natural. I was more the luchador type, lots of rolling and jumping from the top turnbuckle. I knew I was too tiny to pull off the power moves Gianna could, but somehow I felt like I had an unnatural talent. Then… everything went south.
Fuck. We didn’t plan who was going to win the match!
Gianna and I were locked up in the center of the ring. We had been going for a good 15 minutes and we were both exhausted. Sales for tickets and refreshments have been through the roof, and we had an autograph table setup with naughty pics and panties to sell. It was time to end this.
“Ok sweetie, I’m going to throw you into the ropes, and catch you on the way back into a slam. Then I’ll put you in my finisher and you can tap out.” Gianna… wasn’t on board.
“Wait, I thought I was going to win.” Fuck. We didn’t plan who was going to win the match! Our eyes locked in a panic. Instinctively I tried to overpower Gianna but that wasn’t going to happen. She tried to reverse and throw me into the ropes but I planted my boots firm. Neither of us wanted to take the fall. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Grabbing Gianna’s wrists, I rolled back and catapulted her away with my boots into her stomach. She landed on her feet. Using the momentum she rebounded off the ropes into me as I kick-flipped back to my feet. How the hell did I get so good? I barely noticed the gem in my bracelet was glowing a deep red.
Our girl on girl wrestling match was about to become a disaster.
Catching Gianna with as much strength as I could muster, I locked up with her again in the center of the ring. “Just… just tap out and let’s cash out!” No response. I dug deep, I had to end this. I groaned loudly as I felt strength rising inside me as I attempted to overpower Gianna. We had locked hands and I was using an unknown force to bring her to her knees. It must have been the adrenaline, I thought. Gianna unlocked with my one hand and grabbed at my wrist, gripping the bracelet. She pushed back, we were evenly matched. I barely noticed that crowd gasping and screaming in panic. Our girl on girl wrestling match was about to become a disaster.
“Give up, Serinda! You can’t beat me!” Gianna shouted, her voice sounding a bit deeper than normal. I fought back, pushing harder than I have. It felt almost as if we were in a back and forth of one towering over the other. It didn’t just feel like it, thought – that’s exactly what was happening. My concentration was broke with the feeling of my shoulders hitting the ceiling of our loft. Gianna’s as well. We looked down and saw men scattering in terror out the door. The room was getting tighter and tighter. No… we were getting bigger. And we weren’t stopping… Gianna’s and my eyes locked as the roof creaked. This was going to be bad.
Serinda Gianna
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