With a kick to her step, and a smile to her face, huggable heavyweight Moira Pandela would begin her rapid descent upon the entrance ramp of LAW, entrance music a blaring. She had become something of a infamous player within the company; a woman that not only favoured on pressings of her great figure heavily upon all those she encountered, but often ending her matches with beyond-lengthy smothers or embraces. And not without pressing a few ounces of life from her opponent first.
Tonight she felt, would be no different. From what she heard, her foe was much like those she had faced before; cocky, mouthy, perhaps arrogant, yet possessive of the skill the match. Moira didn't have to be told that overconfidence on her own part could lead to her being heavily outmanoeuvred and outwitted, until her figure could no longer stand.
Feet soon upon the ring canvas, with arms waving at the audience as they roared back, Moira could simply wait no longer. Attitude of Miss Fortune aside, she had already seen images of the body she'd soon be wrangling with. Needless to say, she could barely wait.!
Miss Fortune's time in LAW had gone from bad to worse, and yet it was all her own doing. Her first match was a 3v1 where all team members sat on her for the pin, and her second, against Emerald, was a whitewash. So this match she figured HAD to go better right? As she got ready, slipping into her black bikini set, with a flame print on the breasts and bikini front, she finally got news of her rival. Her phone beeped and she answered the message. Her eyes went wide. She saw a picture of Moira in a revealing bikini shot which showed literally every curve and bulge. Miss Fortune closed her eyes and shook her head, the words, "How the fuck??" escaping from her lips as she got her cue from a stage hand.
The redhead was furious with her manager, again she had been booked against a rival much bigger than her and that always set off the same thought in the former sorority girls mind. She could end up smothered out in the most humiliating way. In some ways, it was karmic justice for Miss Fortune. As Madison, within her Sorority, she would humiliate girls who were slightly overweight, taunt them about being unhealthy, and then there was the one incident that brought about Madison being stripped of her leadership. As much as Madison used to use facesitting and smothering to humiliate, she was caught, "entertaining" a rather large girl, who was on top.
Miss Fortune walked out of the locker room as her theme played. She appeared to a mixed reaction, some loving her, some hating her and she walked down to the ramp, eyes focused. As she got into the ring she stormed over to Moira getting in the girls face and hurling abuse mostly centered around her large body and threat of what Miss Fortune was going to do to her.
"Don't even think of beating me tonight you fat disgusting cow, UGH I cant bear the thought of being squashed under ALL that weight!!"
"You better hope I don't smother you out with these curves"
The ref girl managed to pull Miss Fortune away and usher her back to her corner, but the crowd could see, Miss Fortune's anger was mostly an act. The former Sorority girl was terrified of Moira smushing her and subjecting her to a long smothering humiliation
As the bell rang, Miss Fortune moved out, hands up. She was ready to take the big girl on and try to end this as quickly as possible.
Unfazed by such a tiny terror nearly mushing into her jiggly front, Moira could but give a smile, having become quickly used to the manners of those faced against a figure such as her own. Needless to say, few ever repeated the words after thoroughly experiencing the figure of Moira's head to toe.
"My my...such attitude and spark..." Winking as she extended her top half forward to look upon Miss Fortune at an even height, the girls reputation at being quite the rebel despite the odds being stacked before was well earned. Needless to say, despite the many comparisons between a figure of her own and that of the infamous buxom magician Emerald, Moira was more than intent on giving Miss Fortune an experience she hadn't before.
She'd start such from the moment she could, bursting into action the instant the bell had rung!
Raising her hands and grasping them upon Miss Fortunes own, purely to pull the figure against her own!
Miss Fortune was intimidated as Moira pushed her considerable chest against Miss Fortunes own assets. In truth, the New Yorker couldnt compete and the way the larger girl just taunted Miss Fortune made her blood boil. She rushed out at the bell to link lands and immediately attempted to push and struggle against her rival. All that was in Miss Fortunes head was the flashbacks to her other matches, namely that she ended up smushed in the middle of the ring under a heavyweight of girls. However she found herself pulled into Moira and could feel the bigger girls body against her own
The redhead growled a little, determined to not face the same fate as previously and she would try to power on her arms and legs, but had no hope of shifting Moira so attempted to break off the grapple and slide her arm around the girls head and neck if possible looking for a side headlock to smush her own breast against the girls cheek and play her at her own game
With Moira acting ever so playful against the buxom beauty, it was hard for the crowd not to enjoy the site. Gently curling her arm ever so softly around the sides and back of the smaller beauty as her own head was gripped, Moira would willingly give into the move mostly out of curiosity for what the girl next. The odd sight of a much taller figure left in a headlock, Moira would but purr as her cheek pressed to Fortune's thick breast, as her arms cradled her sides.
"Mmm..fiesty...huh...?" Pondering over the idea that past squashings by women of her side may have led to Miss Fortune trying to prove herself, Moira simply giggled in her predicament; with her hands tickling along the sides and hips of her buxom foe.
For Miss Fortune this was a match to prove herself and given the rumour around the locker room, she had to. A number of other wrestlers had nicknamed the hot former Sorority girl the "squash jobber" of LAW. Some such as Emerald taking it literally. Miss Fortune has also been set up tentatively with a no win match against the Spirit Girls and she didn't need all 4 of them sat on her just as Dropped D did.
As she worked the headlock she was thinking this was a serious wrestling match however Moira was super playful and tickled the red head
"What the....hahaha stop!"
She had to laugh, not that Miss Fortune was especially ticklish but Moira seemed expert at doing it. The redhead broke off the grapple and turned to face Moira.
"What the hell are you doing?"
It would really be humiliating if she couldn't beat a rival who barely got out of first gear. Miss Fortune decided that she needed to slow this girl down and spung forward looking to slap her considerable cleavage around Moira's face for a standing breast smother, if she couldn't wrestle the big girl, she could take her air. She tried to grip as much as possible hoping Moira didn't wriggle free or use her considerable power to punish the New Yorker. Miss Fortune knew once she was on the canvas, she was toast!
Whilst Miss Fortune had something of a furious rage about her, Moira couldn't help but find it cute when coupled with her height and body. Not that she'd dare say it to the clearly agitated redhead, but Moira had already begun making comparisons between her foe and a feisty, cute little puppy!
Playing possum for the moment beyond her hands tickling at the soft sides of her smaller foe, Moira would move with the smaller figure's demands, as it became apparent that despite the height difference between herself and the red haired fox, Miss Fortune intended to put boob to face!
"Ah ah...can't let you have all the fun..." She'd grin, hooking her right arm tight around the soft back of the beauty as she turned her to face her, whilst the left came to her hand. Hugging her softy with one arm, Moira would attempt to restrain the wrist she now held onto, before trying to straighten her own figure. Needless to say, given that Moira was forced somewhat heavily to crouch down to match Miss Fortunes desires, all would become apparent of what the heavyweight intended in response the moment she stood fully. Namely, the fact that at her full height, it would be her breasts dangling infront of Miss Fortune, as opposed to the redheads intended vice versa!
Miss Fortune was starting to think she had made a grave mistake in taking this match. Moira was much taller and a lot heavier than the New Yorker, not to mention that she had a enormous bust which Miss Fortune couldnt keep her eyes off. As the redhead went in for a smother, Moira simply just womanhandled her out of it. She would keep the girl at bay and wrap her in her own hug, but with the addition of trapped the girls other arm
"HEY! Get off me!"
Miss Fortune looked up struggling and getting considerably flustered. However it got a whole load better as the gleeful grin on Moira's face came into view, not to mention her massive chest. Miss Fortune tried to reel away, a deep shade of red crept along her cheeks. She prayed that the blouse Moira had on would not burst open, as the material seemed to be straining
"What.. are you... you... doing?"
The worried but slightly turned on redhead stammered as she squirmed, hoping to some how wriggle free before whatever devilish scheme Moira had in store for her
"The question is...what do you hope I'm doing?" More than aware of the likelihood that Miss Fortune's rough and sharp attitude was to hide a somewhat perverse desire, Moira stood fully before the beauty with her thick breasts already in the face of the redhead, smirking as she pondered her question. Holding softly upon the wrist and back of the smaller figure, in something of a waltz position, Moira would bend ever so slowly forward as she pulled on that soft embrace; determined to slowly but surely yank Miss Fortune's face into her bosom!
"You don't have to play coy with me..." Words whispered with a tease, as from her height Moira could but see the top of those red locks, as Miss Fortune's face began to slowly disappear from view of both Moira, and the crowd...
If the pair were dancing, Moira was most definitely the lead. Miss Fortune was helpless against the bigger girl, and the joy she displayed didn't help calm Miss Fortunes attitude or sense of dread. With those enormous breasts close to her face, the New Yorker struggled for all it was worth.
Moira however had better ideas and with a pull Miss Fortune was smushed against the pillowy breasts of the taller girl.
"GAALLUMMPPHH!"
The redhead protested and tried to get her hand free of Moira so she could push at her waist. Normally Miss Fortune would be panicking and try to get free as quick as possible, but there was a part of the redhead that a) enjoyed this, she could only imagine what the bare flesh of Moira felt like, and b) if she remained as placid as possible, she may just escape the match without the deviant big girl riding her face as Emerald and her arch enemy, Suzume did.
Whatever the events, the crowd loved every moment and urged Moira to ramp up the smothering and squishing
Vs. 
