Squeeze a day... ['Drifter' Vs Moira Pandela]

[thesteedman]

Kay had been subjected to crushing moves like the bearhug plenty of times in her career, but never had she been forced to endure such a prolonged and gruelling bearhug like this that Moira expertly applied upon her slender form. It was a bearhug of the ages, and no doubt one that would become famous. It felt like there was simply no escape from Moira's embrace, her arms tightening, squeezing and sapping the strength and air from the lightweight wrestler. Most would have tapped by now, but Drifter refused.

The ref would ask but she would always shake her head despite how desperate her situation was. A breathless and alluring moan was squeezed from her parting lips as Moira's grip upon her remained relentless. What made it all worse was how sensual the deep bearhug looked, with so much skin contact with Drifter clad in so little much like her opposition. Kay pushed, and pried... her strikes too weak now to really inflict the damage she wanted, and any strikes would earn a quick jostle before a deepening squeeze.

Kay was virtually panting by now, her mouth open, trying to draw breath where those squeezing arms denied her. Her legs began to slip a little, as her back straightened up when Moira hoisted her upwards... that was before a brutal crush would follow! With a deep dip, Moira pressed her face almost lovingly into Kay's shoulder as if she was embracing a lover returned from a month’s long journey. The result folded Kay brutally, who wasted precious air by screaming out loud. Her head near touched her bare feet, such was the brutality of the arch inflicted upon her spine. She reached out, desperate to try and find release, hoping that somehow the ropes had come closer to her from the change of position.

Her entire form strained, her toes curling as her head whipped back. She wrapped her arms around Moira's neck for a feeble attempt at support, incidentally bringing her into a bit of a smother against her modest chest.

[Devilish53]

Kay responded to Moira's crushing hug with one of her own, albeit with less focus on trying to crush the sweat from Moira given such a task would be impossible here and now. Kay instead was out to smother Moira to the point where the squeeze could no longer continue - or at the very worst, simply slow down enough for Kay to catch a breath. Unfortunately, the heavy brunette was not to be denied having come so close to a dominant, passionate victory over her smaller foe, as Moira would give something of a violent shake to force her head free. Before turning her head as far as she dared, to avoid Kay simply re-locking her grip!

Another crushing vice would soon follow, with Moira looking to make Drifter's arms sag again so that no hold could be applied in response whatsoever. Following said vicing, Moira would look for something of a creative grip on her considerably smaller foe, as she released either bicep in favor of locking her hands together.

Stretching her arms out far, she'd flex her biceps in as tightly as humanly possible - with the bearhug now being applied like a scissors would be, what with either limb crushing straight in from the sides!

For a crush Moira only dared on a foe not only as small as the Drifter, but one this exhausted as well!

[thesteedman]

It had not been Drifter's intent to initiate a smother attempt, but rather something that occurred accidently. All the same, Moira was quick to shake her head and struggle, looking to break free before Drifter could clinch in any real pressure. As much as it was not suited to Kay's fighting style, she realised it might be her only chance of escape from the devastating bearhug her body was being put through. She was about to reach for her again, but Moira changed the game once again. A quick and brutal crush caused Drifter to writhe back in a flexible if not alluring manner, as a drained moan was forced from her parting lips.

She dropped against Moira for a moment, gasping, groaning. Her blue hair had fallen over her eyes to give her an accidental sexy appearance as her body glistened in the light. Her toes curled, her hands gripped at Moira's arms. She looked exhausted, and it was to no surprise as Moira was literally squeezing the near life out of her stunning form. When it looked like Drifter was about to renew her struggles, never one to submit until there was no fight left... Moira would pick up the brutality, stretching her arms almost like a bodyscissors, before her biceps would dig deep against Drifter's sides.

A scream came from her parting lips as she writhed back, clutching against those arms to try and find release. Her bare stomach strained, her figure looking like an hourglass like shape as those arms piled in against her sides. The agony of the hold renewed Drifter's efforts, but her strength was fast being sapped, and for all her writhing and struggling, it was looking like a lost cause for the beautiful bluenette.

[Devilish53]

Moira had never squeezed one so small for so long - at least outside of her previous career, in which 'opponents' would willingly pay the heavy brunette to outright dominate them. But these circumstances were new to her, as Moira was squeezing without restraint on an opponent who wanted to be anywhere but between her arms. And yet still, she did not give.

With sweat beading down her massive frame, Moira shifted a gaze to the referee. With the official practically shrugging her shoulders, all the whilst noting Drifter's lively limb motion signalling she was not yet out cold, the squeeze was to continue. If Kay would not give in to all she had taken, then Moira would simply have to put her through all the more!

Baring her teeth as frustration took over, Moira prepared herself to commit to outright crushing down on Kay with every last bit of force she could muster. Standing straight with the modest bust of Kay now just over her face, Moira shifted her grip to be that of a standard squeeze yet again, what with her hands to either elbows.

Before every muscle Moira had would tense - as she looked to practically grow those arms around Kay's sides and back whilst pulling in! All the whilst practically smothering herself against the Drifter's shiny midriff, as she went all out with no restraint!

The results of which brought down Kay's waist size a few inches, as those looking on compared the sight to that of a boa constrictor being about to finish off its prey!

[thesteedman]

If Drifter's ambition had been to outlast Moira, that simply was not happening. Having been captured and squeezed by the heavyweight for so long, even if Moira was to become too exhausted to squeeze her, by now Drifter would be too exhausted to even stand. The tell-tale signs were all there, as Moira was able to manipulate the slender lightweight with frightening ease. Though Drifter often resisted as she had done throughout the gruelling time spent within the deadly embrace, by now her struggles amounted to nothing.

The next deep squeeze came, each one more brutal than the last. Drifter found herself arching into a C like shape within Moira's straining arms as they pulled in against her lower back, all whilst Moira herself buried her face into the taut and over strained midriff of Kay's. The moan that slipped from her lips was no doubt intoxicating, an exhausted and defeated moan of someone who looked helplessly trapped. The referee did not know what to do... despite being crushed senseless, there was still just enough movement and activity within Drifter's form... and she was not tapping. Her mouth was agape, her eyes half closed... her entire body was tensed up and now glistening with sweat. Her hair was draped over her eyes and unkempt, as Kay continued to writhe in a depleted fashion.

There was a false hope that arrived as Kay was squeezed a few sizes smaller within the deepening embrace that was sure to finish her off. The entire effort would probably prove fruitless, but Moira was so focused on bearhugging Drifter and keeping her away from the ropes at either side that she had backed up just enough to make a reach possible. It would probably amount to little... Even if she managed it, Moira would just release her, pull her away and wrap her back up into a second bearhug in the centre of the ring... but Drifter still had fight in her, a will to keep going... it did not matter if it failed, just that she kept struggling and fighting.

She made a weak reach with her hand, realising that with Moira's face against her midriff she had no real reach with her upper body. However, she could lift one of her legs upwards. She gasped breathlessly, beginning to feel the bearhug really diminish her defences and energy. Those arms folded a little tighter, making Drifter near gag from a lack of ability to breath, her form pressing deeper into Moira's. She wrapped her arms around her head, gasping out, managing to accidently cross her arms around Moira's ears. She had no strength to smother her... Kay was merely holding on... but she soon began to stretch out her leg behind Moira... her toes curling as her limb strained... before she somehow managed to hook her ankle onto the mid rope.

Kay groaned out loud, feeling no real relief given what her body had been put through... The ref did notice it however, seeing the rope vibrate as Kay's ankle was hooked on. It soon slid away, but her placement had been there long enough to warrant a precious rope break.
The female referee soon called it out, motioning the rope break... before she turned to see Moira still bearhugging Kay. Drifter herself looked all the more alarmed, failing to notice the positioning of her own arms around Moira's head... not realising she was blocking out her hearing...

[Devilish53]

Whatever mercy Moira had for her prey had gone - the brunette had summoned a rare desire to win, and she wasn't going to be denied it. She'd crush the Drifter until the referee intervened if she must. She wasn't going to stop until she'd won.

But said focus would be her downfall, as Moira had unwittingly provided Drifter with the means of her escape. Having forced her small foe into such a horrific bend, Kay's foot had found itself upon a nearby rope to simply dangle across it. Moira could easily bounce and force said leg off the ropes, but she simply hadn't noticed it. She however, would be the only one in the ring not to.

"ROPE BREAK! ROPES! ONE...TWO!" Screamed the referee, who took to waving her arms to try and get the attention of Moira, who still yet found more strength to summon in her arms. But Moira unwittingly was not simply squeezing harder to force Drifter to the very edges of her consciousness before having to release due to the rope break, no.

This was Moira simply continuing with her nightmarish crush. For even with the referee screaming in her face and waving her arms within her gaze, Moira had still yet to register that Kay had found the ropes. She was simply too focused on the task at hand, as the official continued to have her warnings hit a brick wall...

[thesteedman]

A look of panic and concern took Kay's beautiful features as she felt her ankle being pulled from the ropes. The commands and pleas of the referee fell upon deaf ears with Moira becoming too lost in the zone. Kay pushed against Moira's head, gasping breathlessly, no longer able to even form a word as her lungs were starved of air. She began to writhe, her back clicking and creaking a few times as Moira's powerful arms continued to somehow fold all the tighter around the alluring waist of the scantily clad Drifter.

The arch increased in her spine as Moira began to double down upon the bearhug, her face pressed deep against Kay's straining stomach. Those arms began to tremble from the effort being applied to the bearhug, leaving Drifter to be dipped back in a brutal fashion. Her entire body strained as Kay's lips parted to scream but no sound escaped. Kay's legs slipped from Moira's sides, her toes curling tightly as her stunning figure strained to a point it looked like her body might burst.

It was over for Drifter by now. There was no escape, and Moira went for a final devastating squeeze to put her out. The only issue was the referee, who continued to count and bellow at Moira to release her captive. Kay moved less and less, her body slowly looking like it was beginning to relax as she faded. A sudden jolt of the grip made her spring to life briefly, just to arch all the more as those arms folded tighter, almost making it look like the bearhug had broken Kay's back. Fortunately that was not the case, but Kay went limp within Moira's arms, her body glistening with sweat as her eyes closed softly.

"FIVE! That is FIVE!" The Referee shouted out, tapping and pulling on Moira's arm. Seeing Drifter not moving and Moira's grip not relenting was too much for the referee to let go, and she was quick to signal to the officials, making the bell ring as the ref declared a DQ motion.
"Let go of her! Let go of her now! That's it! It's over!" The referee tried to declare, hoping to snap Moira out of her trance!

[Devilish53]

The squeeze given by the massive brunette was simply monstrous. Kay’s waistline could barely be seen between Moira’s arms and her body, with the large, cushy frame of the brunette practically enveloping her. Moira had never given a squeeze this tight before in her career, and yet she seemingly wouldn’t stop until she was forced to - something that happened but a moment later, as she finally felt the violent taps of not Kay, but the official upon her arm.

With that Moira snapped back to reality, luckily in time to prevent her from snapping Kay’s back, but not in time enough to save herself within this match. Had she been merely a foot more or so away from the rope, or had she not been oblivious enough in the first place to fail to notice said rope break, the match was as good as hers. Drifter was tough, too tough in fact, but Moira could have simply forced her out through lack of oxygen. Or to be even more thorough, once more press her victim to the canvas and this time outright pin her.

Both of which Moira could still do of course - though neither would win her a match she had already lost!

"What?" Moira huffed, panting from the pressure she had been giving off, with her arms now given time to relax as she continued to hold the woman half her size with the utmost ease.

"Oh...Ohhhh..." It all would click for the brunette as a lost look soon disappeared from her face, with her arms positioning to bring Kay over her shoulder as if she were a sack of spuds. "Well...That’s how it goes I guess..." Moira wasn’t being sadistic in the fact she had inadvertently forced the Drifter out of it - because it was just that; inadvertent. There was no point crying over spilt milk in the mistake she made by failing to recognize the break.

Though she didn’t seem too interested in putting the victorious Drifter down to let her rest nor celebrate. Not as she turned with a grin still plastered on her face, before her figure hit the ropes to climb through them. With the smaller girl still hung over her shoulder.

[thesteedman]

It was a brutal sight to be certain, watching as Moira did not hold back, bearhugging the near life out of Drifter had it not been for the intervention of the referee snapping the Heavyweight Wrestler out of whatever trance she had slipped into. By the time Moira had broken that focus, Drifter had already passed out within her arms. She was arched back in a flexible manner, her bare feet dangling in unison to her arms, lifeless of activity with Drifter's eyes closed. WIth her body glistening with sweat, Drifter was a sight to behold, in a state of undress and trapped in a helpless condition within a deadly embrace. There was a beauty to the blue and black haired beauty as she dangled within Moira's grip.

As the bearhug finally loosened, Drifter's chest began to rise deeply as she finally drew a deep breath. Despite regaining precious air, there was still no sign of her stirring however, truely out of it after being squeezed to sleep. Moira adjusted her grip so that Drifter would flop and lie against her form, her head resting against her shoulder as her body remained limp within the deep but now more caring embrace. As the referee explained the situation, the bell began to ring out signalling the end of the match if it had not already been known. Moira took the loss in her stride, aware that she only had herself to blame and that she was unfortunate that Drifter managed to just about edge a ropebreak in the first place.

Still, the scantily clad heavyweight did not seem all too concerned. Though it was a freak loss, Moira certainly came away looking strong after brutally crushing Drifter. Shifting the lightweight upon her shoulder, it seemed Moira was not completely done with the lightweight, as the referee began to show her concerns. However, Moira was already leaving the ring, taking the unconscious beauty with her back up the ramp.

[Devilish53]

Victory Via DQ: Drifter