Applegate sets the tone early, relying on a handful of red hair to gain the advantage and force Molly backward into the ropes. Still yanking Molly's head back by the hair, Applegate uses her free hand to land several open handed chops across her throat, ending the punishment with a hard fist to Molly's taut belly. Before the red head can catch her breath, Applegate is on her again, turning her around and dragging her face across the top rope in an effort to blind her. The trip across the top ropes ends in Molly's face being smashed into the turnbuckles a few times. Dizzied by the assault, Ringwald is whipped across the ring into the opposite corner, slamming into the buckles ferociously, and stumbling out only to meet a vicious clothesline that lays her out onto her aching back. Applegate strolls up, admiring her work before dropping her knee right between Molly's eyes. A grinding gut claw centered right below the belly button follows, earning moans of displeasure from Ringwald. Applegate gleefully digs her nails deeper
into the freckled flesh near Molly's navel, adding
her body weight and pumping the hold like a pump jack oil derrick
gone awry.
Ripping and tearing at the muscles beneath, Applegate
twists and turns the claw, wrenching Molly's gut and leaving behind
red welts. Seeing Molly's nipples anxiously trying to poke their
way out from under her thin spandex top, Christina abandons her
handful of Molly's gut and firmly latches onto each of the silver
dollar sized beauties, giving them a cruel twisting pinch before
using them to pull Molly to her feet. Screaming all the way, Molly
quickly regains her feet, but Applegate turns her away by swiftly
yanking her hands away, double nipple ripping the taller girl.
Molly can hardly fight as Applegate slowly peels the spandex top
over her head, tossing it aside. Ringwald cradles her aching bare
tits until Applegate gives her something else to think about,
delivering two big belly punches, each landing with a forceful
smack of fist on sweaty flesh.
With Molly rolling on the mat holding her stomach
and tits, Applegate grabs a hold of her bike shorts, strips them
off of her opponent and flings them aside, leaving Molly naked
as the day she was born. But Molly wishes she was never born,
watching Christina grab one of her long thighs and apply a spinning
toe hold and then a figure four leg lock. As Applegate drops to
the mat, Ringwald cries out in pain, and flattens herself out
on the mat hoping to relieve the pressure on her knees and shins.
Applegate rocks back and forth violently yanking Molly's ankle,
racking Ringwald's pale body with pain. Molly covers her face
with her hands screaming in pain in unison with each of Applegate's
hip thrusts, but won't give in to Christina. Ringwald is finally
able to reach the lower ropes and drag herself upright to break
the hold.
Applegate knows she has a good thing going and immediately
bends over to reapply the leg lock, but falls a little too close
to Molly's long reach. With a handful of Christina's long hair
firmly in her grasp, Ringwald rakes her long fingernails up and
down Christina's face and eyes. With a pained shriek, Christina's
hands fly to her face and Molly is able to take the offensive,
driving the toe of her boot between Applegate's thighs before
effecting her escape.
Ringwald rises with a pronounced limp, and proceeds
to pick Applegate up by the hair, only to level her with a lunging
kneelift across the face and upper chest. Ringwald, still limping,
repeats the maneuver several times, popping Applegate's flimsy
bra and dizzying her to the point that she cannot rise under her
own power. Ringwald is more than happy to help her opponent to
her feet, and then onto the ropes where Molly chokes the life
out of the stunned blonde. Molly's bare white butt glistens next
to Applegate's tan thighs as she applies more and more pressure
to Christina's throat. Near unconsciousness, Applegate weakly
rakes Molly's exposed groin with her long nails, breaking the
choke session. Staggering away from the rope bound choke hold,
Christina finds herself sailing to the opposite ropes. Waiting
for her upon turning around is a Ringwald applied standing sleeper
hold. Molly uses her height and weight advantage, pushing the
hold down onto Applegate's upper body, forcing Christina to her
knees. Ringwald's large breasts caress Applegate's back as Molly
bends at the waist, following Applegate to the mat. Ringwald too
finally drops to the mat on her knees, closing the distance between
the two girls considerably. A last desperate elbow to Ringwald's
strawberry muff is the only thing that keeps the lights from going
out on Christina's match.
Both girls are slow to their feet but Molly retains
control of the match with a hooking groin kick delivered from
behind. Applegate is again dumped to her knees, and helped to
her feet via a handful of her thong, which now rides even further
up her tantalizing butt. Molly again closes in from behind, delivering
a crushing belly to back gut wrench suplex. Christina is dazed
and not quite sure where she is, but Molly zeroes in on her with
a pancake splash, knocking all the air out of her. An enormous
smile spreads across the redhead's face as she maliciously slips
one of her large breasts over Applegate's mouth and nose, suffocating
the flailing blonde. Applegate's blue eyes widen in horror as
she chokes on Molly's pale mammary, snorting and coughing in pain.
Finally she bites down onto Molly's tit, causing her to jump back
with pain. With her opponent still gasping for air, Molly stands,
backs up and attempts another splash, only to find nothing but
canvas awaiting her.
Summoning her dwindling strength, Applegate rises
to find Molly in a fetal position, holding her bruised stomach
and breasts. Christina uses the bottom of her boot to tenderize
the back of Molly's head, and follows on with a thigh drop across
the red head's already aching chest. Rolling Molly over, Applegate
applies the Camel Clutch. Letting her weight punish Molly's back
and neck, Applegate is afforded the rest she needs to finish the
match. Occasionally reaching down and turning on Ringwald's angry
red nipples like the dial on a radio, Christina seems content
to listen to Molly's muffled screams each time she leans back
into the hold. Christina develops a punishing rhythm, grinning
broadly as she leans back and forth, alternately stretching and
relaxing Molly's back. From behind, Christina's world renowned
ass lightly rubs Molly's plump rump, further humiliating Ringwald.
Soon though, Molly slides a shoulder under Applegate's
leg and manages to break the hold. Applegate takes this in stride,
and drops a few knees into Molly's lower back before helping her
to her feet and launching her to the ropes. Upon her return, Ringwald
is sent high into the air with a back body drop, knocking any
residual air out of her lungs.
After struggling to her feet with a grimace of pain
on her face and both hands holding her lower back, Ringwald takes
a heel to the groin, dropping her like an anvil. Applegate again
helps her opponent to the ropes with the expectation of delivering
another back body drop, but expectations are shattered when she
is leap frogged and choke slammed by the taller red head. Reeling
in pain, Applegate is no match for the quickly applied half crab
as Molly follows up.
Needing to rest her self, Molly leans into the hold,
stretching Applegate's left leg and back to the limit. Christina
pounds the mat in pain, until a shocked look spreads over her
face. With her free hand, Molly has lowered Applegate's tiny thong,
exposing her crotch to the world. As Applegate glances back over
her shoulder, Ringwald is threatening her with a crotch claw,
holding it right over her thin tuft of blonde pubic hair. Applegate
refuses to submit and feels the subsequent agony of Molly's bowling
ball grip between her legs. Slamming her face down into her hands,
Applegate quickly indicates that she has had enough, but Molly
seems to enjoy listening to her whine and beg and continues to
apply the pressure. Tears stream down Applegate's face before
Molly finally relents and lets her beaten foe alone.
Soaked in sweat, the winner plants her foot squarely
between Applegate's shoulders and poses over her opponent like
a hunter over a fallen lion. Applegate sobbingly takes the humiliation,
vowing revenge.