Chichi drives Sister Mary out of the ring

As the nun ran in a panic about the ring, yanking on the tiny cheerleader’s hair, Chichi suddenly changed position, dropping herself from Mary’s swollen cunt and rising up, shoulder-tossing the much bigger woman over her shoulder and over the top rope. Mary crashed down hard outside the ring, the floor covered with mats but still much harder than the ring.

“AUUUUGHH! Lord have mercy!” she wailed, rolling around holding her back. Chichi strutted around the ring for a moment, flexing her tiny arms mockingly for the crowd. After a few seconds of enjoying the crowd’s mixed boos and cheers (and Mary’s cries of pain), she walked to the edge of the ring. Everyone expected her to catapult herself over them, but she instead hoisted herself onto them. She acrobatically locked her toes around the ropes, striding along them as easily as if she was walking on solid ground. She waved to the crowd, flashing them peeks at her panties or blowing kisses casually. She would never pass for a strong wrestler, but she was always nimble from her life as a cheerleader.

“It’s risky, I know,” she said to the crowd in general. “But here comes a HAIL MARY!” She leapt high into the air off the ropes, flipping several times in mid-air before sailing down towards the still prone Sister Mary.