3rd Step

Princess Paisley still has her proud demeanour after 2 rounds. Golden hair only slightly ruffled, makeup barely smudged. Even the sheen of sweat is more cute than anything else. Sadly, she hides her bubbly assets back in her bubblegum pink corset. Bum still hanging out nicely though.

Getting sick of those things teasing me. Have to do something about that.

Ding ding, round 3.

You prepare for another grappling sortie, so you're totally unprepared for her highness sprinting straight at you & burying her shoulder into you waist. Doubled over, she hops onto your back, hooks her legs under your arms, flips over in a whirl (textbook sunset powerbomb). You're stunned, winded, frantically thrashing your shoulders on the mat. The official counts...

"1... 2..."

With a **** energy you roll back. With Paisley still on her back you stack her legs up in a matchbook pin.

"1... 2..."

She kicks her legs straight out to flip you forward into a pin.

"1... 2..."

You hook of her ankles & hop over her head, seated matchbook pin.

"1... 2..."

The princess throws you to the side with her legs, sunset pin.

"1... 2..."

You roll backwards, ending the chain.

Announcer's opinion: "Who's got who here?"

Her majesty does. Barely back on your feet she comes at your again, rolling low around your side & thrusting an arm between your legs to pull you down, roll up pin...

Or so you thought. When you go down the back of your head smacks the bottom turnbuckle with a cruel whiplash. A sympathetic wince ripples throughout the crowd. Sharp pain instantly shoots through the your skull. The announcer says something, your'e sure, but your ears are ringing. Paisley simply stands over your chest to strike a courtly pose. The crowd stops caring about your suffering to cheer the busty beauty.

Fickle SOB's.

But that cheer turns absolutely raucous as the princess stands over your face, bends over at the waist, & strips off her frilly thong. Her ass cheeks roll under the cloth before settling back into their natural plumpness. That cunt, that picturesque pussy hangs over face, not 3 feet away. It shines with sweat & juices, good grief you can smell it. She only let's you look for a moment but it feels like hours. Pirouetting one 1 foot she turns to face the corner. Paisley places a foot on the 2nd rope, eliciting more hooting. Just for them, she puts on her best 'oh, for me?' face & blows them a kiss. Stepping up to the middle rope properly, she bends over the ring post, allowing a long leer at her luscious tits & bare butt & naked cunt.

The announcer gets in the mood "Woohoo! The court kitty came out to play!"

You stare up between her legs & she looks down at you, her royal face framed by a falling shower of blonde hair. A gorgeous smile, full of fun. She waves hello... or goodbye. You actually focus & take stock of your position, laying in the corner with her highness perched above. She springs up once, twice, she leaps down the ropes in a seated position. BANZAI!