Help arrives, but is it enough?

Sally sat comfortably on James face. His air supply was cut off and he thrashed around under her, making for some pleasurable effects on Sally. Meanwhile, Steven got back up, slightly dazed. He saw that Sally had her back to him and was suffocating his friend. Quickly, he leapt at her, catching her in a chokehold from behind. But rather than fall over from the impact of his body on hers, she simply sat there, unbothered by his attempts to **** her. She casually brought one hand back towards him, grabbed his neck and effortlessly yanked him off her back. Holding him above her, she gave him a kiss before slamming him on the mat.

Watching this massacre were, apart from the audience, four other wrestlers. John, Andrew, Sonia, and Deborah. They were all very well trained and experienced wrestlers who had been transfered from a regular wrestling league along with Steven and James. The transition to the big league had been tough for all of them, and although the matches weren't scripted they had ended up as umofficial jobbers, being easily beaten by all the big time wrestlers. They were often used as first opponents for new girls, and had as of yet not won a single match. Seeing their friends getting beaten up once again was too much for them, and they all rushed into the arena, climbing up to the mat. As they did, Sally just smiled.

"Do you really think you stand a chance? Oh well, more fun for me I suppose!" With that, she stood up, holding Steve and James by their throats. She tossed them over to the others, allowing them to recover. It was now 6 to 1, and yet it was the six who were trembling.