Tag Team Match-Up: Did you Miss Me? Princess Donna Saves the Day!!

Katie Summers is already spent. Twelve minutes on the mat and she’s got nothing left to give. Show could’ve died right there. Then Donna steps in. Retired years ago, nobody asked her to, but here she is—stronger than she looks and rusty as hell. Blonde hair, dark eyes, body still tight under the lights. She squares up against the black-haired Asian girl who just handed Katie her ass. They lock up hard. Every grip feels like it might break skin. Sweat’s already slick on Donna’s tits, heavy and full, swinging with every lunge. She gets turned, wrist twisted, hips checked. The girl fights dirty, legs scissoring, trying to pry Donna open. Donna grunts, pushes back, but the rust shows. She’s slow on the turn, catches an elbow in the ribs, yet she doesn’t fold. The mat creaks under them. Breathing gets ragged. Donna’s ass flexes every time she bridges, muscles tight from years off the circuit. One slip and the Asian girl’s fingers are between her cheeks, testing. Donna slaps the hand away, snarls, rolls. They scramble again. Every hold strains. Every breath is a dare. Donna’s still in it, barely, and the crowd leans closer.