Naomi’s Not Done Yet

As Kiera reaches the second turnbuckle, instead of pulling down the paddle, she smirks and poses again, slapping her own ass with a cocky laugh as she plays to and mocks the crowd.

“Naomi didn’t get one bit of offense! And anyone really thought they’d see me paddled!” Kiera taunts, continuing to pose and flaunt her backside, thinking she had all the time in the world. However, unknown to her, Naomi had slowly come to, embarrassed and blushing bright red about being in her thong and being taken down by just Kiera’s ass. She looked up and glared at her, and, knowing she had to act quickly, pushed herself up and ran over, grabbing Kiera’s boot and tripping her up, pulling her down so she ended up landing crotch first on the middle turnbuckle.

“OH! AHHH!” Kiera cries out, her eyes watering in pain as she weakly tries to get herself up, only to get grabbed by the hair and pulled down to the mat, ending up with her feet caught in the top rope and in a tree of woe.

“What’s the matter skank?” Naomi taunts, a slow smirk coming to her face, “Weren’t you soooo confident a minute ago? Where’d that go!” She mocks, Kiera glaring at Naomi and wildly flailing, unable to do anything or even pull herself up and sit up. Naomi chuckles as she steps closer to Kiera, looking down at the Indy Woman with confidence in her eyes.

“I could probably grab that paddle now, and make you unable to even sit for weeks!” Naomi shouts, Kiera desperately shaking her head as the crowd cheers, “However, I’m gonna make you regret messing with me!” Naomi then licks her hand and sends a hard chop down into Kiera’s breasts, eliciting a loud scream from the Girl on Fire. Naomi sends two more chops, each one causing a loud scream from Hogan and a loud WOO from the crowd in attendance. Naomi then sets up another, causing Kiera to tense, only to shake her head and grin.

“You know, you stripped me. We may as well give everyone a show right?” Naomi taunts, grinning as she reaches for Kiera’s top, almost easily tearing it off to expose Kiera’s breasts in a blue bra, her position almost causing them to fall out, which would make the crowd even more excited than they were already.

“Look at that, must be a sturdily made thing. It’d be a shame if something caused them to fall out.” Naomi then jiggled Kiera’s breast’s through her bra, causing the crowd to nearly reach a fever pitch as it seemed she was inches away from having her bare chest exposed.

“Please Naomi, don’t do this to me!” Kiera cries, looking terrified by what Naomi was threatening, she did not want her tits exposed to the world.

“Hmm, you know, maybe I won’t,” Naomi says, stepping away as the crowd boos, they wanted to see Kiera’s bare chest, “That is, if you do something for me. Which is, kiss my ass Kiera! And admit it’s the best in wrestling!” Naomi demands, turning around with her thong clad ass jiggling, squatting down so it was inches above a horrified Kiera’s face. “Go ahead! Kiss it!” Naomi demands, raising her arms as she was ready to savor the feeling of the cocky woman **** to pucker up.