Smother Match
Victory Via Submission Or KO, From A Smother Based Move
A new entrance theme blasted through the arena's loud speakers.
Spoiler
Shortly after the music's beginning a large figure appeared at the extremity of the catwalk leading to the ring. The announcer introduced the newcomer to the crowd as the white figure stepped in the arena and walked toward the ring.
"For the first time in LAW, she is an aristocrat coming from the distant lands of a frozen continent, measuring an impressive 6'4 for 297 pounds, please welcome Melony the White Tsaarinaaaaa!"
Melony didn't seem nervous at all, it was her debut here in LAW but she had been wrestling for nearly two decades and was clearly in her element. She was as familiar as it could be with her "Tsarina" persona. Her attire was almost entirely white, just like her hair, and somewhat Russian inspired. Entrance Attire
The huge woman walked toward the ring like a tongue in cheek version of the queen of England meeting her subjects, smiling to the crowd, giving small waves with her hand. Despite being dressed like she was ready to brave the Siberian winter Melony's curves were exploding through the multiples layers of her attire. 'Hourglass' was barely beginning to describe her figure: thicc thighs, a massive rear and absolutely outrageous bust. There was no need for her to skip around or run toward the ring, like some wrestler do, to trigger massive bounces from her chest or buttocks. Once in the ring she set aside her warm coat and her skirt to reveal a more practical wrestling attire and made a slow 360° turn on herself, waving at the crowd and blowing kisses like a cartoon monarch.
Then she moved to her corner, waiting for her opponent to make her entrance. It was a smother match, the kind of stipulation she seemed to be born for, and she was curious to see who LAW had chosen as her opponent for her debut in the league.
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Playing the part of partner in a debuting superstars first match was something that Moira was becoming rather familiar with of late. First May, and now another fellow heavyweight named Melony? In a smothers match of all things?
All her dreams were coming true, and she had yet to even lay a gaze on the figure she'd be fighting!
Descending the ramp as her music blared, Moira could hardly believe the sight she saw in the ring. One emphasised by the somewhat minuscule referee next to her - one whom appeared all the smaller in scale compared to the woman stood besides her. Melony was simply massive. And those curves?
Those curves...
Moira's eyes didn't once leave Melony, even as the crowd beckoned for her love and attention. Her lovely swagger held on the way until she was ring side, Moira would stand upon the apron after raising a leg, now with both hands latching to the top rope to support herself. From there, she'd say something that was likely hardly shocking for Melony, given Moira's gaze simply wouldn't leave her.
Melony watched Moira make her way to the ring with a bright smile. She was very much liking what she was seeing. The young woman almost looked like a slightly reduced in size version of herself. A bit shorter but with still impressive curves on her. The girl's outfit was severely stretched by her prominent bust and bottom. They definitely had sent her an interesting specimen. Probably another "cuddle" specialist just like herself and Melony knew that she would do well not to take an easy victory for granted. But the White Tsarina had to show otherwise.
"No, no. I'm not your god, not yet, I am your Tsarina. Which is already a lot don't worry. My... aren't you cute. The White Tsarina is very pleased with her welcome gift! Most fitting for an aristocrat of my stature. Tell me my sweet, what is your name?" Melony spoke her honeyed words as she walked to the center of the ring to greet her opponent.
Melony spoke on, but nothing that she could do would distract Moira from the sight. Of those god damn breasts...
"Mmm...Yeh...I see..." Moira mumbled on like some uninterested student in the middle of class, though this particular schoolgirl had found herself something very appropriate from which to distract herself with. Two items of interest that she'd soon be getting very familiar with. Though whether she was in control or otherwise during said moments, truthfully did not matter.
Snapping back to attention as the question was given to her, Moira was reminded to stand firm and to attention. Thrusting out her own extremely sizeable goods, Moira had her hands to her hips as she roared out her name. Though all of this in her mind was unnecessarily delay. She wanted this match to start, so she could damn near charge into Melony's rack!
Melony couldn't fail to notice Moira's stare on her chest. The girl looked fascinated. She couldn't even articulate a proper reply, which amused the older woman and encouraged her to pursue on that line. The White Tsarina stepped closer as Moira eventually found the resources to speak coherently.
"Well, well little Moira, I see you are quite impressed with my regal features. But it is only natural after all." She stepped further, her mountainous bust was now nearly touching Moira's big chest. "You are quite the healthy and wealthy little princess yourself, but tell me dear, have you ever seen such a royal chest before? Probably not..." And to emphasize her point she pressed her out of this world rack against Moira's huge, yet smaller, bosom.
Any conversation from here on in was in Moira's eyes, unneeded. Every second that wasn't spent fighting against Melony's frame, in full on fashion, was hell for Moira!
"Of course..." Moira spoke though in trance like fashion, her eyes forever refusing to make eye contact with Melony's. Such would be time wasted not taking in the gigantic goods before her.
But before further conversation could be had, not that Moira was complaining, the bell was to be rung and the match itself was to begin. And with it, all Moira's dreams could come true at once! To woman handle and be woman handled by such a frame, was such a rare treat for her! One she would let end quickly, nor one she would hold back for. Her arms already shooting up for a grip of Melony's shoulders - a grip that would further escale into something of a headlock, if successful!
Moira's eyes never left Melony's chest, and her short reply remained vague at best. The girl seemed to have a one track mind, something the White Tsarina would remember for later. Her humongous chest was starting to engulf Moira's through sheer size when the bell rang. Her younger opponent was like a 100 meters sprinter waiting in the starting blocks for the shot to be fired. The moment the bell rang Moira leapt and reached for Melony's neck with her arms to bring the bigger woman into a head lock.
"Such impetuosity!" Said the White Tsarina, forced to lean forward while her head was being pressed against Moira's generous bosom. Trapped, the big woman would try to slip an arm between Moira's legs and wrap her other one around the waist then lift the young heavy weight in an impressive display of strength for a belly to back suplex!
Holding tight around Melony's head, that large, lovely body was as great to rub against as she had imagined. Moira could have spent the entire match like this, and she would have been happy. Naturally of course, she wanted more.
Flexing her arms and trying somewhat to squat down, to really work her headlock, Moira found her foes arms tight around her body and leg. Forgetting the sheer scale of her foe, and the fact that Melony outsized her quite a bit, Moira didn't at all fear the grip upon her. How often had she been lifted after all?
Her lack of concern would obviously cost her soon enough, as Melony picked her off her feet near enough by pulling on just one arm! A yelp given as her frame was thrown through the air, landing with her grip falling apart near enough instantly!
And the big Moira was lifted in the air, by the even bigger Melony, before getting thrown to the ground in a suplex. The white haired curvy beshemoth made the move look easy and seamless. Melony rolled on her side right after the impact and rose to her knees.
She would then move behind Moira and try to get hold on her arms and lock them behind her back with her own arms as she "helped" Moira to stand. If she managed to have Moira stand with her arms still behind her back and firmly held between her own she'd follow with a tiger suplex and drive her younger opponent onto the mat head first for the second time.
Moira hit the ground hard, and with the utmost ease from that slam, but that wasn't even the most shocking part...shockingly enough!
Forced up to her feet as if she were a lightweight, Moira's limbs were restrained in a manner that left resistance simply none existent. Not that she could anyway, given her disorientation from the slam!
Pinned and rubbed against Melony's frame for a moment, Moira let out another cry as Melony once more hoisted her off her feet. Before driving her into the earth again, in a fashion that left the heavy brunette complete numb! If not from pain, from shock, as she wheezed and gasped whilst laying still!
