disha patani vs rakul preet
disha patani vs rakul preet had Long rivalry they hatead each other so they want to Seattle with Pro wrestling matches , and the two women easily gained access to the ring in hours to test themselves against one another
They made their way into the ring from the apron. Once inside the squared circle, they proceeded to strip as they had done in their first two fights, ripping off shoes, stockings, dresses, and underwear until they stood facing one another in their birthday suits. Pushing their discarded clothing off to the sides, the two lookers began to circle one another … and circle … and circle …… until they finally lunged at one another and buried their hands in each other's hair. They pulled and tugged each other about by their manes, fighting for advantage, until rakul hooked a bare foot around disha's ankle and sent them both tumbling to the well-padded canvas, breaking their hair holds.Down on the deck, disha was the first to recover, wrapping her long legs around rakul's midsection and squeezing as she locked her ankles. She also reached out with her left hand and squeezed it about rakul's right breast. The bitch winced as the bitch began to maul her, fingers crushing the soft fleshy mound as long tapering legs tightened about her midsection. Even as she tried to pull disha's hand loose, rakul reached out with her own left hand and seized disha's right breast in a vicious grip. Both women cried out, but kept right on mauling each other.They twisted and turned against one another until finally rakul was atop disha, the bitch's legs still wrapped about her. Both women now brought their other hands fully into the fray, and soon four soft breasts were being squeezed mercilessly by four strong hands. Their agony was beyond belief as they pulled and twisted and crushed, neither woman able to gain the upper hand. Rakul finally did when she wrapped hers about disha's neck and began savagely strangling the blonde, pounding disha's head repeatedly against the mat as she poured on the pressure., . Reaching up, disha jammed her fingers into rakul's open mouth and began pulling hard at the corners of the bitch's pretty mouth. The dark-haired woman gagged and was forced to relinquish her chokehold to try and pry disha's fingers loose.She finally did, but not without a tremendous effort and several slaps to disha's face. The bitch was still in control, though, as disha flexed her thigh muscles and squeezed rakul even harder, intent upon squeezing the life out of the bitch. Rakul clawed at disha's hips, her clear nails making red scratch marks in the bitch's skin, but still she felt herself being crushed like an aluminum can in a compactor. In a desperate gambit, rakul tried to force her arms between her own body and disha's thighs, her hands like spades as she sought to dig herself free. The bitch resisted, clamping down and trying to allow rakul no space to wiggle free; but in the end, the bitch simply had too much determination and leverage on her side, and she split disha's legs apart like splitting a lobster from out its shell.Going on the offensive, rakul seized disha by the ankles and pushed them up and over her foe's head until they touched the mat, bending the bitch in half like a pretzel. Disha squealed, so great was the pain in her legs and back, but now it was her turn to suffer. She reached up and tugged madly at rakul's long black locks of hair, but all that elicited was a groan from the bitch, who kept on pushing the bitch's legs back and down. Undaunted, disha pulled her hands lower and fastened them over rakul's pretty face, sealing off her nose and mouth and starving the bitch for oxygen. Rakul tried to continue, but in the end, the inability to breathe overcame her. She released her grip and disha sprung free, hands still tight over the bitch's breathing passages.rakul went for disha's throat again, hands squeezing mercilessly about her foe's neck, until she felt both of disha's fists slam into her cheekbones. Stunned, rakul slumped forwards in a daze, her chokehold vanquished. Disha wasted no time in twisting behind her opponent and reaching in front of her to seize both of the bitch's breasts. She squeezed and mauled and tugged those gems for the next few minutes, rakul moaning all the while, before locking her victim up in a sleeper hold. Disha's left arm coiled around rakul's neck, while her right hand plastered itself across the bitch's forehead and began to pull back. Rakul's arms flailed the air as she suffered in disha's grip, with seemingly no way out.Rising to her bare feet, and taking rakul up with her, disha locked in the sleeper to punish rakul even more. The bitch sensed the end was near, until she suddenly found herself free. Her next sensation was of being grabbed by the arm and flung bodily towards the far side of the ring. Unable to halt her headlong flight, rakul crashed into the taut ropes marking the border and was flung backwards. She turned and looked up just in time to see disha hurtling through the air towards her for a perfectly timed drop kick. Bare feet slapped against bare skin as disha nailed the move and sent rakul flying again. This time the bitch had the presence of mind to grab the ropes as she made contact, but the sudden stop put a terrible strain on her sweet shoulders. She turned slowly only to take a backhanded slap across the face as her bitch rival had recovered her feet and gone on the attack again.Stunned and shaken, rakul could do nothing as disha bent her back over the top rope, fastened her hands around the bitch's neck, and began choking the life out of her. Disha shook rakul up and down like a rag doll, bouncing her back and forth across the rope while tightening her grip on her enemy's throat. Rakul was certain this was her life's end until she felt disha yanking her away from the ropes and back towards the center of the ring. Still dazed, rakul offered no resistance as disha released her chokehold and wound her arms about rakul's trim waist before squeezing her in a bearhug. Disha bounced rakul up and down in her arms, sapping her enemy's strength as she intensified the hold, their breasts knocking together, before hurling rakul towards the ropes again and setting her up for another drop kick on the rebound.Instead, disha found herself being seized bodily and slammed hard to the canvas. She cursed herself for not realizing that rakul had been playing possum - it was a trick she had used herself - but those thoughts faded as rakul dove upon disha and renewed their ground fighting. They rolled and wrestled across the canvas, hands seeking whatever hold they could find until at last they found each other's throats and strangled each other side-by-side. Sensing the end for one or both of them, both women tapped their last reserves of energy and squeezed with all their might, hands tightening and throttling, eyes closed shut in agony, breath exhaling in languid gasps or hoarse coughs, victory/defeat just seconds away … Then they were both still, having choked one another completely unconscious.They both came to an hour later, exhausted and spent. They each retrieved their clothes, and beat a hasty retreat. The match is a tie
