'Drifter' Vs Michelle Von Stratesburg - A Deep End Debut

[thesteedman]

Match Type: Standard
Victory conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Katherine Scarlett wasn't going to lie... she was nervous. She had never stood up in front of such a crowd in her life. Watching it on the Japanese TV had been one thing, but seeing the arena with your own eyes was something else. The ramp towards the ring was like a long road, with floods of people either side all staring, cheering and anticipating the arrival of their favourite superstars. Thousands of eyes and screaming lungs filled the rest of the arena in such a mass it was hard to comprehend. Kat was no superstar however, she was new to the wrestling business... even so the crowd were generous enough to give her cheers as she made her way to the ring.

"Entering the ring for the next match, hailing from Kingston, Canada, weighing in at 119lbs at 5'7"... She is... 'The Drifter'!"

Hearing the announce state her nickname made it all the more real as Drifter began to walk towards the ring. Her stomach was turning like a washing machine, but she kept a stoic and determined expression to cover up the nervousness that had taken over her core. A few young fans stretched out their open hands as far as they could through the grated sidewalk, and Drifter felt obliged to tag those hands, even managing a smile as she did so. Drifter's attire was that of a... Drifter as it were. She wore a rough green overcoat that had seen better days, clad in worn jeans with sneakers that almost looked like they had been attacked by a dog. She had her hood up, but it barely covered her head, with her beautiful face exposed as well as a few locks of her crimson and black shaded hair.

She carried a rucksack which held her belongings, which too looked like it had been half savaged by a creature, but was intact enough to still function. She dumped the bag down by the ringside, before undoing her coat and flinging it on top of her bag. She wore only a white sports bra over her chest, revealing a stunning figure below, her form well defined but not overly toned, revealing that she had been working out. Over her arm was a red bandage that was spread from wrist to elbow, as she wore a single glove on the other hand. She slowly slid off her shoes, entering the ring barefoot as she did not want to diminish her sneakers anymore than they already had fallen apart.

She hoped to buy a new pair soon, but as always money was tight... hopefully that would change soon with a new career as a wrestler in the LAW. Still nervous and inexperienced, Kat did not know how to act in the ring, but managed a few waves towards the watching crowd. She then found herself shifting towards her own corner, shadow boxing against the turnbuckle to try and limber up. She rolled her neck before turning towards the ramp as the PA system exploded with the music of her opponent. Naturally... when her opponent began to walk down towards the ring, Drifter's eyes widened at the size different between the two of them.

"No way..." Drifter gasped under her breathe.

[RiotGrrl]

Michelle was due to appear in a LAW ring yet again. She had wrestled for many years all over the globe, and had her best days in truth. However, now she came to LAW with the sole intention of helping the next generation put themselves on the map. The huge warrior had already given some good matches and had taken her fair share of losses. Many of the fans could recall that Michelle lost to both Lexi and Sam, a middle and lightweight in a 2v1, but what many didnt know is by beating the heavyweight, it gave them a massive boost.

Wearing her usual gear she waited by the ramp for her cue. As her music hit, Michelle appeared. The crowd gave a loud pop, but there were more boos than cheers. Michelle smiled, she loved being the bad heel and tonight was no exception. Michelle confidently strode down to the ring, taking the time to interact with the crowd. She made gestures with her hands as if she was going to break her rival in two. The announcer introduced her

"And her opponent, Weighing in a 275lbs, she is know as the Ass of DOOM!. Michelle Stratesbuurrrrrrrgggg!"

Now in full heel mode. Michelle stood at the apron and glared at Drifter.

"You made a big mistake here tonight munchkin, I am going to crush you!!"

Michelle was that tall that she climbed over the top rope and stood at her corner, tall, wide and looking as menacing as possible. She would look to goad Drifter as she stretched. She took the time to taunt the girl, as much as the crowd.

"What the hell is with that look, are you some homeless bum or something? Maybe Little Ho Peep??"

Michelle would laugh and step out shaking her head, hands raised and keen to get this slaughter under way

[thesteedman]

"I... I think there's been some kind of mistake with the booking."

That is what Drifter wanted to say, but instead when her lips parted, no words escaped. Her match booking had been pretty last minute according to officials. She had been expecting to face someone within her own weight class, so to hear the announcement of Michelle Von Stratesburg... The Ass of Doom herself... She was a giant of a woman in comparison, doubling Drifter's weight. It was made all very apparent when she climbed the apron, and stepped over the top rope.

Drifter knew Michelle by reputation even before she joined the wrestling business, the veteran had been wrestling for many years. Reaching towards her mid 30's, Michelle was still very much in the game, and was still as beautiful as ever. Though a very tall woman, she was a perfect combination of curves and definition, boasting a robust chest... and then there was her powerful and voluptuous rear that had gained her that nickname. Many had been crushed under her powerful weight, and Kat was beginning to fear she was simply going to be the next victim.

The crowd were mixed on her appearance, with some jeering but others knowing Michelle too well to do the heel such dishonour, cheering the woman and her impressive career. Drifter knew it was going to take everything just to stay in the match... her debut against a heavyweight veteran of the business, it was probably going to be one of, if not the most difficult match of her career. The bell rang, signalling that the match was going to start. Despite the nervousness and now the combination of fear of being broke in two by the larger heavyweight Ass of Doom, Drifter showed spirit as she began to raise her guard.

Speed was going to be key here, simply put, if she could avoid taking hits she might have a slight chance of making it out of the match still in one piece. Looking upon the mostly exposed form of Michelle was intimidating. Though the large woman would certainly make a great model, knowing the strength her form contained and how easily she could flatten her was unnerving.
"You could say that..." Drifter finally managed to speak in response, trying her best to show confidence.
"Though this bum is gonna' kick your ass." Drifter then shouted out, feigning buoyancy and determination. If she was going to go down, she wanted to at least look strong in the process and somewhat respectable.

With that in mind, she backed away into the ropes, leaning against them to help the strong material boost her movements when she sprung forwards into a dash. With a leap, Drifter pulled her fist back, before going for a heavy superman like punch against the solar plexus of Michelle, making the crowd cheer loudly as the match was finally underway. Drifter clashed with her punch, but it felt like punching a brick wall, leaving the Drifter doubting if she even made the larger woman flinch at all.
"Oh crap..." Drifter whispered under her breath...

[RiotGrrl]

Michelle was content to give the newbie a gut check, she wanted to seem as her role implied as big, heavy and powerful as possible. The veteran knew that she could probably crush her rival if she wanted, literally and figuratively but that would serve to ruin the girls career. Michelle wanted to boost whoever she met, in the same way a few old timers gave her a push. Squashing Drifter was pointless, but it didnt mean she couldnt play to her strengths and make it seem like Drifter was a giant killer!

She could see the shock value of her appearance and inside, it brought a smile to the giants face. Normally she expected rookies to rush her, to try to overpower the giant with speed. Whatever Drifter did, it wasnt going to be a shock. According to plan, the small lightweight charged in and trying to deliver a blow to the considerable chest of Michelle. It caused the bigger girl to gasp and try to catch her wind, despite being huge compared to her rival, a punch was still a punch. She took a step back and coughed, before standing upright again.

In her mind, she respected Drifter hugely, some girls had ran from the ring, some had laid down and begged to be pinned to prevent them getting hurt. Drifter had spunk and attitude. This ticked a big box with the giant, and it ensured that whatever the outcome, Michelle would look after Drifter and sell as heavily as she could.

Back to the action of her heel role she gave a growl and sneered.

"You little bitch, I am going to squash you like a bug!"

With that she made an over blown gesture to grab at Drifter, if she could, Michelle would try to clasp her hands to the sides of Drifters head for a vice grip. Now she didnt exert a great deal of power, but it was a tight pressure. Not to hurt Drifter, but neither would she break free. Michelle leaned close and brought her face close to her rivals. She gave another menacing growl and then as always with newbies she whispered to her captive foe

"Hey. Lets see those kicks and punches cupcake."

What seemed like a taunt, was actually a get out clause. Michelle hoped that Drifter would realise that the giant was here to help her, and not squash her flat at all.

[thesteedman]

Drifter shook her wrist a little after the punch connected, caught off guard at just how powerful Michelle's form had been, near damaging her wrist. To her surprise, Michelle actually backed away once the powerful strike connected. Though it was far from toppling the heavyweight veteran, it certainly did wonders to Kat's moral that she could hurt her opponent with her strikes, watching Michelle take a step back. It did not stop the advance of the Ass of Doom for long, and Drifter's inexperience in the ring quickly began to manifest before Michelle Von Stratesburg. When the larger wrestler lunged forwards towards her, it was clear to see from Drifter's more lithe form that she should have been able to avoid the telegraphed advance... however, Drifter had backed herself too close to the corner, allowing for little room to avoid the oncoming grasp.

Drifter winced in clear discomfort when powerful hands seized either side of her skull. Such was the size difference and Michelle's strength, that Drifter was forced onto her tip toes, grasping at her wrists as a yell of pain and surprise escaped from her parting lips. The pressure felt tight against her head, but not unbearable by any means, and quietly Drifter figured out that Michelle was holding back her strength. For what purpose she was yet to figure out, believing Michelle could be taunting her and showboating for the watching crowd that filled the seats of the arena. With frightening ease, Michelle pulled Drifter close after her insults, so close that Drifter almost feared she was moving in for an unwanted kiss. Drifter pulled hard against her wrists, still full of strength and life so early in the match, but Michelle had her where she wanted her and right now escape seemed impossible.

Her eyes opened wide when Michelle whispered to her, reminding the rookie wrestler immediately that she still had her arms and legs to use against her. In the split seconds that passed, Drifter wondered why Michelle would whisper such a thing, wondering if she was again, taunting her to try and get into her head. Before she could linger any longer on Michelle's motives, Drifter simply complied. Despite being on her tip toes she managed to sharply send a quick kick towards the side of Michelle's knee. Though it wasn't her hardest strike, it still served its purpose to flinch the Ass of Doom's leg and bring Drifter more flat on her feet. From there she quickly drove a few quick and precise strikes, landing a clenched fist into Michelle's stomach, before a sharp left drove into the ribs of her opponent. She finished off with another strike against Michelle's chest, quickly managing to pull her head free from the powerful grasp in the process.

The crowd cheered for Drifter as she finally was able to shift below one of Michelle's arms to get herself out of the corner, moving deftly to get behind her. Perhaps it was bravery, perhaps it was stupidity or even lack of experience in the wrestling ring, but Drifter quickly and impressively hopped up onto Michelle's back, trying to wrap her up in a sleeperhold. If successful she would try to cling on to her larger opponent for dear life, looking to try and restrict the airflow with the basic submission hold.

[RiotGrrl]

Many of the crowd feared for Drifter as Michelle had her, those large hands virtually encasing the lightweights head completely. Given Michelle's persona reputation she could have easily pressed and crushed Drifter or pulled and popped her head clean off like a jar lid, however Drifter thankfully took the giant advice. Even though she was opening herself up to punches and kicks, Michelle was pleased that the lightweight unloaded on her. Wrestling was a performance and without a good partner, the match plain sucked. Drifter was fast becoming a great girl to work with, and Michelle was filled with respect for her "foe"

The blows came in and stunned the red giant. Grunts and groans were loud as she dropped to her one knee. Before she knew it, Michelle felt the arm snake around her neck and Drifter had gone for a sleeper. It was a smart move, Michelle pawed and struggled, her face struck with panic, losing to a lightweight like this was terrible. She began to flail and got her hand behind her to cup at Drifter's bottom. The other continued to reach out and reach to paw at Drifters arm

"You little bitch!"

Michelle snarled and moved toward the center of the ring. Several of the crowd liked the reddening face of the giant and the fact her movements were now slightly slowly. The ref even reached for Michelle's arm and raised it to let it drop once.

A loud OOHHH came from those watching. No one had hardly ever gotten a submission on Michelle. Drifters star level was rising fast. The ref however annoyed the giant, and the only person who was going to have to deal with that was the lightweight. Michelle reached to grab Drifters thighs and hold them. As soon as she had a grip she could take a few steps forward and leap backwards!

A collective OH SHIT! came as now Michelle was heading to slam Drifter into the canvas with the whole 275lbs landing on her unless the lightweight squirmed away

[thesteedman]

The crowd were really starting to get behind Drifter. It was to be expected given she was the underdog, Katherine just wished she had the time to really appreciate this new feeling of belonging. Naturally most of the credit went to Michelle who had built up such a fine reputation as a wrestler over the years. People loved to watch Michelle, it was plain and simple. She made anyone look fantastic. Drifter might have taken time to drink in the cheers, but it was taking everything just to try and keep Michelle within her sleeper, as she was hoisted off her feet with terrifying ease by the larger woman. She latched her legs onto Michelle to stabilise herself, tightening her grip upon the raging heavyweight...

Much to her alarm, Michelle actually began to slow as Kat clinched the hold a little tighter, digging her arm in around her throat. Given the amazing build of the woman, no doubt it took a lot of air to keep her going. Cut that air off, and it was possible for even someone as powerful as Michelle to fall. Wishful thinking naturally, as the crowd already began to gasp when Michelle eventually rallied. It spelled bad news when she felt Michelle's powerful arms suddenly seize her thighs, preventing her from escape. When she thought she had Michelle in a sleeper hold, it seemed in reality she was actually trapped against the Ass of Doom...

"Oh sh..."

Kat felt gravity adjust, feeling a force lift her upwards, before Michelle seemed to shift before her. She barely finished speaking when she realised Michelle was dropping backwards. With her legs captured, Kat had no time to squirm free. A sickening impact sounded out from the canvas for all the watching crowd and those watching at home, as most could not even watch. Drifter was crushed between the ring surface and Michelle, feeling the wind being forced from her lungs as she was near flattened. The impact naturally left the Lightweight newcomer stunned, as she coughed out violently, her senses knocked for six from not just the crush but the impact alone.

It was all she could do to turn her shoulder to make sure there was no count against her, but she could only just manage that. It was after that movement that the adrenaline wore off, and suddenly she felt a mass of pain wash through her entire core where Michelle had near flattened her with a devastating slam. She tried to crawl from under Michelle, but with the weight of 275lbs pressing down on her, it was proving hard to do much of anything.

[RiotGrrl]

The crowd could see what was coming, she it was not going to be good for the plucky lightweight. Michelle jumped and rocked backward landing with a huge BANG, but worse, Drifter took the whole 275lbs on her frame. It loosened the sleeper and freed the giant from the hold. Michelle immediately sat up, nodding her head with a sly smile. The crowd reaction was one of boo's, everyone saw Michelle as the bully in this match up and thats just how the big wrestler liked it.

"It's over she is done!"

Michelle turned and looked at her rival who seemed flat out for the count. She crawled over and flopped her big body across Drifter. The smaller girl was almost hidden underneath the red giant. Michelle made sure to press down and let her considerable assets lay on Drifters face to add to the effort.

"Do it, count you stupid idiot!"

She admonished the ref as she lay there. Michelle didnt even bother to hook a leg such was the cockiness of her pin attempt. The crowd went quiet as the ref dropped and counted ONE! The second count for TWO quickly followed and Michelle laughed so Drifter could hear,

"Not yet pipsqueak!"

With that she lifted her big body off and yanked on the back of Drifters head to sit the girl up. The crowd reaction was one of disgust at Michelle's blatent attempt to continue the punishement. The ref took the cue and started to warn Michelle. The giant simple clapped her hands signalling it should have been a three count.

"She kicked out!"

With that she roughly pushed at Drifter and got back to her feet, arms out to drink in the crowd reaction. In the same process giving Drifter some recovery time.

"Boo all you want, idiots. I will crush this little rookie when I please!"

[thesteedman]

Drifter felt like she had just been hit by a car. There was little reprieve when Michelle stood from her near crushed form, as the aftershock of pain struck the entirety of her body once the pressure of Michelle's weight was finally lifted. Drifter writhed in pain, finding it difficult to stand for a moment as Michelle began to boast and mock the watching fans. The match had nearly been over before it started. She's been trapped below Michelle and could barely move with her full weight pressing down against her, smothering her. It took Drifter a moment to realise she was only just breathing again, as her lungs had been starved of her from a combination of the impact and the smothering pin attempt.

The match had nearly been over then. Drifter thought she had worked her shoulder up, but the ref was still pinning, perhaps unable to tell given Michelle's larger form seemed to cover her up. There was fortunately a blessing however... or was it a bane?... when Michelle simply rose to break the pinfall. It was done with what felt like arrogance on Michelle's part, but for the second time it was a reprieve she had offered, making Drifter wonder if she was being given a chance... or if Michelle was just trying to have fun with her.

Despite her body complaining at her, somehow the Drifter began to work her way towards her feet. She wished she had been closer to the ropes as to use them for assistance, but she did not have that luxury. Rising to her feet was a slow process, her chest burning from previously being starved of her, whilst her ribs and her back were throbbing with pain from the crushing impact. None the less, given Michelle's antics, as she showboated to the crowd, Drifter was able to rise again. Much to the delight of the crowd, the lightweight wrestler managed to take an uneasy fighting stance, her eyes locked on her powerful opponent.

"Hey... We're not finished yet." Drifter announced, her voice holding determination despite a clear hint of pain in her voice. As Michelle's towering form began to turn, Drifter was already in motion, dashing the short distance before she leap upwards off her feet. She twisted her body to the side, tucking her legs in as she did so. Her jump was an impressive one considering she had been near flattened a moment ago, and it certainly pained Drifter to do so, but despite this she fought through it, delivering a sharp and precise dropkick as she forced her legs out, hitting Michelle in the chest once more... though a lightweight she managed to gain good momentum, hitting Michelle with enough force to try and send her towards the ropes.

It was a sight that made the crowd explode with delight for the underdog and her powerful opponent.

[RiotGrrl]

As Michelle paraded around and drew as much heat from the crowd as possible, she knew that it would give Drifter time to recover. She didnt know if the lightweight was into the whole lewd element but this was LAW and many that Michelle faced were happy to be squashed underneath the heavyweight red machine. She had girls throw themselves to the canvas in anticipation, which Michelle duly delivered, others fought hard, but eventually gave in and let the assets of Michelle take them to a 3 count. Still, she could wrestle as clean or as dirty as the promoters required, and tonight was no exception.

With the words from Drifter, Michelle turned and shook her head. She decided to test the waters.

"Oh yeah, I am surprised you kicked out, I know you want me to squash you like a bug. Next time, you are getting THIS!"

With that she turned and slapped her rear, the cheeks jiggling much to the fans delight, the few who supported Michelle anyhow. The turn was all Drifter needed. As she set off Michelle was caught unaware and hit flush with the dropkick.

"AGGHHHH!"

She stumbled back from the impact and bounced against the ropes. Unfortunately, the angle by which she fell meant she made a grab for the rope to stop herself. Michelle ended up slumped and tied in the ropes. The realization dawned soon after on the red machine. The crowd roared for Drifter as the situation became apparent. Michelle was wide open. She looked left and right and struggled before she turned to face her lightweight rival.

"Errr.. wait....."