Thicc vs Flex- Misty v. Julia Hiroshi

[Noob]

"N...Not really..." Julia responded, still a bit winded from hitting the ground hard. Slowly she would try to push herself up to a seated position. Misty wasn't going to give her any chance to recover though. The gymnast let out a whimper as she received a swift kick to the back. A second and third had her really hurting as she rolled onto her back."Nnng...ow...owwwah!" She whined, now facing up and feeling the lights beating down on her. She squinted and would use one hand to cover her eyes a bit.

For a moment the gymnast was left alone. She wanted to get back up but everything just hurt. Instead Julia just let out a groan as she propped herself up on her elbows. Suddenly the bluenette felt a shadow over her. The bright lights were no longer as overbearing. Unfortunately what she saw instead was Misty's curvy form high above her and coming down fast. Unable to move herself out of the way, Julia knew she was as good as flattened.

"Aaaghhhh!" Julia let out a pained cry as her opponent came down hard against her, rocking the ring on impact. The crowd roared as Misty soared and smashed Julia with the force of her full weight. The lightweight would soon just sprawl out under Misty. The air had just been knocked out of her lungs and a now rather crushed Julia was struggling just to gasp for air.

[Luncha_Libre]

When she was a young trainee, Misty had always dreamed of being a high-flyer, doing all the cool stuff that popped the crowd and got turned into GIFs. It didn’t take long for her to realize that while her thick ass was good for a lot of things, leaping through the air was not one of them. In those moments however, where she could take off and get herself into the air, she relished it.

“Hhhngh!” Misty came down hard, her buxom figure slamming into the lithe gymnast as the fans roared. Misty bounced off the bluenette, Julia providing some cushioning for the impact. Misty remained on her for a second, catching her breath. The fangirl-turned-wrestler was on a roll, now, and she knew it was important to keep that momentum. However, despite the beating she’d given her opponent, she had taken one herself. Maybe, Misty thought, it was time to try and end this!

“Alright, you,” Misty said, rolling up to one knee and grabbing Julia by the arm. “Let’s see how flexible you really are!” Misty would then turn the bluenette onto her belly, and mount her. Thick thighs straddling Julia’s waist, Misty would yank her chin up into a camel clutch-like hold, and crank back. However, as she did so, Misty would try to pull up, and walk upward. If she could secure this hold, Misty knew exactly where she wanted to take it … and hopefully, that would be the move to get Julia’s final submission!

[Noob]

After what felt like a ring shaking impact, a groaning Julia was just seeing stars. The bluenette would get a bit of relief when her curvy foe lifted off of her. At least she was no longer serving as Misty's cushioning. She didn't offer too much resistance though as the other woman turned her over onto her stomach. Instead she took the assistance and would plant her hands against the ground to try and push herself up. That was a task much easier said than done since she had barely been able to get the air back in her lungs.

Before she could push up, Misty took a seat on the gymnast's back to push her back down. "Nnnng...hey..." She'd whine weakly. Before long her opponent had Julia in their grasp and began to stretch her back in a camel clutch. The bluenette arched her back, groaning louder as she was bent backwards. While she was able to demonstrate a great deal of flexibility, it was only a matter of time before Misty cranked her to her limit. Through grit teeth Julia would reach a hand out, trying to wriggle forwards as much as she could in an attempt to grab on to the ropes. "Pretty...flexible! This is...gaaah...nothing!" She'd struggle to say, seemingly trying to convince herself more than Misty.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty cranked on the camel clutch, body shining with sweat and effort. The young woman looked her opponent in the eye, saw her gritting her teeth and trying to inch toward the ropes. Misty didn’t quite buy Julia’s claims that this was ‘nothing,’ but she also knew that if she let the gymnast escape she wouldn’t get another chance like this. It was time to end this.

“Okay, well, how about this?” Misty called out, shifting her grip. Misty kept her hands on Julia’s chin for as long as she could as she walked up the girl. Misty was taking deliberate steps, making sure she kept her balance and kept her hold on her opponent. Misty folded the bluenette back, pulling her chin upward, right up until she could step over Julia. Once she did that, Misty would have to release, but in that moment she sat herself down and planted her thick ass down right across Julia’s neck and upper chest.

Misty balanced herself with her ass in Julia’s face, cranking Julia’s neck and back to a horrifying degree. Julia’s body would be twisted into a perfect “c” shape, her face staring right up into Misty’s round ass. Misty shook her ass, cheeks smothering Julia’s pretty face as Misty raised her hands to a cheering crowd. If Misty could get the hold locked in, she would then begin to work her ass back, bouncing and clapping her cheeks while she posed for the fans, hands on her knees. Misty would then be cranking Julia’s neck and smothering her out with her specially innovated move, the TwerkRate!

[Noob]

As Misty cranked the poor gymnast back, the bluenete would squirm and sway her upper body from side to side in an increasingly desperate bid to slip free of their grasp. Despite her best efforts though Misty wasn't relinquishing her advantage and seemed determined to snap Julia in half if that's what it took. The gymnast winced as she reached out for the ropes, hoping they would somehow save her.

Nothing would be able to save her from what Misty had in store for her. After stretching her back, her opponent stepped right over her. For a moment Julia was unsure of what was going on. She just knew that she was still being held in an uncomfortable stretch. She was soon made aware though after the briefest moments of reprieve. As she was let go, her body rebounded forwards a bit until her face met Misty's ass. Then came the pain!

"Nnnff!" Julia cried out as Misty sat their plump cheeks right across her face. In an instant the gymnast was twisted back as her opponent used her as a small seat. The pain was quickly building. Sure Julia could handle a camel clutch, but her back was starting to give under the strain now. She'd raise her hands to give Misty's curvy rear a few quick smacks in protest before trying to shove her off. The gymnast had little luck moving her foe who just wiggled their hips to really make sure Julia's face was buried. She was met with a few smacks of her own though as her opponent bounced their cheeks up and down on Julia's face.

The crowd roared and cameras flashed as Misty locked in a spectacular hold. They were clearly loving her showmanship. Meanwhile the combination of smother and stretch was quickly getting to Julia. Each bounce of Misty's ass onto her face would draw a sharp but muffled squeal from her. The gymnast slowly raised her hands and would let them fall onto Misty's thighs. Her lungs were begging for air and she could feel her back starting to give out under the pressure. She finally had no choice but to submit before Misty broke her. "Ahhh...ahhh gvvvv!" She'd squeak, her words muffled while she was pressed deep between Misty's cheeks. Just to make sure Misty got the point, she would gently tap against their thigh in hopes of being released before the "c" shape she was bent into was turned into an "o".

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty’s entire body was aching as she sank into the TwerkRate, the effects of this long bout making themselves known. Still, she felt ridiculous: after everything, all the effort and pain and tears, Misty’s hopes were pinned on this one moment, and wether or not her ass was strong enough to make this girl tap out!

Misty threw it back with all her might, working her lower back and making her ass clap hard against Julia’s trapped face! The crowd let out a cheer at the sheer spectacle of the new move, Misty’s legs pumping hard as she tried to maintain the vigorous shake of her ass and her control over Julia’s body. The hold locked in, Julia’s squirming features smooshed into the soft curves of Misty’s ass, the young woman raised her hands high to encourage cheers, trying to give the impression she just having the time of her life … right up until she heard Julia let out a submission squeak, and felt her tapping against Misty’s thigh!

“Hell yeah!” Misty exclaimed, hopping off Julia the second the referee called for the bell. Misty walked it off, her legs burning slightly with the effort, but it worked. Misty could hardly believe it … she’d just won a match, a hard match against a hell of an opponent, and she did it with the power of her dummy thick ass. Misty grinned widely as the fans cheered, letting the referee raise her hand as her win was announced to the crowd.

“Hell yeah,” Misty panted, “thank you! Thank you!” The fangirl was grinning ear to ear, heart threatening to pound right out of her chest. This was everything she had worked for, and she couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Misty did a slow lap around the ring, her body not too tired to soak in this adulation from the crowd. Still smiling, eventually Misty would turn back to her beaten opponent.

“You fought like hell,” Misty said, between heaving breaths, “but I got you! Ohhh, man … this is my ring, tonight, girl!” Misty was boasting, the win getting to her head more than a little bit. Still, she would reach out to Julia when the girl seemed like she might be ready, offering to help her get back on her feet.

[Noob]

After being bent back to her absolute limit, Julia had no choice to give up. She wasn't sure if she was about to be smothered out or snapped in half first, but either way she was done. The gymnast had begun frantically slapping against Misty's thicc thighs until finally she was released. Almost immediately the bluenette flopped down onto the canvas. Her back was aching and after having just about made out with Misty's ass her ego was also feeling a little bruised. Hearing the other woman dance around and cheer didn't quite make her feel any better either. "Ughhh..." She'd groan, rolling onto her back.

Soon Misty would turn back to her. At first there was a compliment but of course it was finished with a little boast. The gymnast just rolled her eyes as she reached up to grab Misty's hand and pull herself up. She'd wince as she wobbled to her feet. Julia definitely needed to take a few days off after this one. "Yeah yeah. Enjoy it while ya got it." She replied with a weak smile.

Winner by submission: Misty Sims