Moira Pandela vs Heather Sunderland

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Anything Goes Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

Heather grinned at her words with her wanting to start the match right here and now. Heather was already in her match attire, dusting off her pants a little as she nod her head. "Good!! That's what I want to hear. Awesome then" She said with quite the grin, moving back a little to give Moira some space. She took a deep breath, stretching herself out a little, a ref rushing down to the ring to do nothing but count the pin or call for the submission or KO.

Heather tapped her foot a couple times on the mat, pulling at the ropes a little to assist her stretching before she nod at Moira again. She waited for the bell to ring, signifying the beginning of the match. Immediately when it did, Heather rushed at the girl. She looked as if she was heading straight towards her, but she quickly spun around, trying to slip behind Moira. She wanted to start off the match hot, leaping to the ropes and propelling herself off them for a springboard attack, trying to slam into her huge chest with a dropkick!

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Spoiler

Moira had already stated her intention to start the match here and now, but to be frank, she was somewhat caught out when Heather responded with the fact it would be literally right now! Her face blushing for a moment, a smile would take over as the issue of waiting was wiped entirely from existence. All she had to do was wait for the already pacing official to arrive in the ring, and she'd be allowed to have her hands all over the cute beauty before her!

Eyes to that tapping foot as Moira's heartbeat increased and paced alongside it, the big beauty thanked her lucky stars she had not opted for an attire change. Despite the fact that under the bright spotlights, and with the thought of what was about to transpire, the giants frame was already starting to heat up!

Putting said issue aside, Moira focused on the task before her, smile still attached as the no-holds barred match flew into progress. She already had an idea in mind of just how she would start the match; in a way to be expected of her size, and power. Stepping forward, hands up, Moira gleamed as she sought a lock-up with Heather, before already finding the girl in motion!

Thoroughly outclassed when speed was the issue, Moira found herself stumbling like a fool as Heather flew past her raised arms; using the ropes as a source of momentum, to return to the bigger girl legs outstretched!

"EUGHHH!" Giant bosom mushrooming and nearly busting open her top, the thoroughly surprised Moira found herself sliding and stumbling across the canvas; finding her feet a great deal away, with arms a waving for balance!

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Heather's boots slammed into that quite large chest with her attempt at taking her down fully with that dropkick. As much as she did connect with it though, unfortunately for Heather it didn't take her down onto her back like she had planned. She hopped back up to her feet as quickly as she possibly could, clicking her tongue at the sight of her just being pushed back, though stumbling and trying to keep her balance.

Her strategy was clear to Heather now, she would work on making full use of the speed advantage that she seemed to have in this situation, not needing to hold back on it whatsoever with the nature of this match. She just nod to herself, knowing she can't be wasting any sort of time with how she was stumbling like that, she needed to capitalize.

Heather rushed in again towards her, slipping past her for a second time, but not leaping up or anything. She bounced herself off the ropes, trying to use the momentum to dive at Moira, attempting to ram her shoulder into her shin and unbalance her.

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Had Moira been any-less of the massive figure she was, then the ground itself may have ended up hosting the prone beauties frame. Instead, Moira was standing, albeit barely, with her eyes luckily fixated in the direction Heather now stood. In order to get her eager hands on this beauty it seemed, she'd have to put the games aside.

Watching and waiting as balance came to her, Moira adopted something of a serious posture as Heather kicked off again, pacing at Moira with speed the big girl simply had no response for. To her luck however, or more Moira's luck, and perhaps Heather's fault, the purple haired beauty again opted to duck to her bigger foes side, hinting that another rope-aided assault was coming. Turning again barely in time, a ducking heavyweight would latch hands around Heather as she threw herself at Moira's legs; her hands somewhat wrapping under and around Heather, in a position similar to that of a powerbomb set-up. Barely able to hold the girl given she had still come crashing into her nonetheless, Moira would find her grip far too unstable to attempt a lift or similar, as she instead opted to press some of her notable weight down, via her chest upon Heather's back nonetheless!

"Ghh...fool me once...!"

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Heather thought she had her with her second rush, heading down right to her legs. What she didn't expect was for her to predict what she was going to do, Heather maybe having done the same sort of thing already too many times. She yelped out loudly as she was suddenly caught like that--ending up on the mat with her as her breasts smooshed fully against her back, the weight and softness of them making her groan out a little.

"Nngh...a-alright..get..off!" She let out, squirming and writhing beneath Moira. This was the worst kind of position that Heather could be in here, on the mat beneath the much bigger girl. She writhed and squirmed around beneath her, pressing at the mat as she was desperately trying to push herself up, fighting as hard as she could with Moira's weight as she twist and turned beneath her, her arms wobbling with her attempts. "Gh-haaa!! D-damn..."

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Moira knew that any attempts at catching the immensely quick Heather would both have to be clever and well timed. Luck could only go so far, when Heather herself could have likely ran a lap three times before Moira had even hit the halfway point.

But now holding the girl, Moira was in her element as it were, giggling somewhat cutely as Heather struggled in her arms. "Ghh...You are just...adorable..." Finding that even with her powerful grip the Violet beauty was still making headway on escape, Moira was forced to buckle to her knees in order to prevent such. Her grip not at all changing, Moira would press her weight a shade firmer into the back of her prey; giant breasts stretching the fabric of her top as they mushroomed against Heather's shoulder blades, as the heavyweight tried to immediately bring the two to the mats!

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Heather blushed quite a bit as she called her adorable in this situation, the words from the girl flustering her quite a bit, making her legs wobble more and more. "Sh--s-shut up!" She let out, trying to shake that blush from her face as quickly as she could to keep focus on the match.

Unfortunately for her, Moira's weight and her buckling her knees like that was too much for her, unable to prevent her from taking her to the mats with her. She was now lying on her front completely, her breasts smooshing firmly against her upperback as her abs pressed against the back of her head. "Guha!! Y-youu!" She whined out, pounding her fist on the mat hard, twisting and turning her body to try and somehow roll out of this position.

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Moira played something of a risky game now that she was grounded with the girl. Pressing Heather to the mat was easy enough; even for all the violet beauties skill, there was still the issue of a monstrous weight difference to address. The issue for Moira at hand now was simply, what to do next?

She could have continued to press Heather, to flatten her even, until the smaller beauty tired herself out, or gained freedom. But such was not her way; nor the way Heather and the audience both deserved. When two gorgeous figures came to heads in the ring, they expected more than a simple lie down.

Releasing one arm from her smaller foe, Moira would attempt to bring said arm around to her other, in an effort to start pulling on one side of Heather. Combined with her opponents speed, and outright desire for freedom, the adjustment was somewhat risky; one quick jostle for Heather in the direction of her free side, and freedom would be gained just like that.

In the off chance Moira was quick enough, or again, lucky enough, she'd attempt to flip the beauty over, so that Heather would be looking directly up at her, with her back on the mat!

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Heather grit her teeth, struggling and squiring as much as she could with her attempts to roll out of her grasp, feeling the pressure of being trapped beneath her like this quite a bit. She let out little groans and grunts in her struggles, her legs squirming all around the mat as her body twist and turned--before she got that chance that she needed.

It was definitely a bold decision to release Heather in an attempt to flip her over like that, but Heather wasn't about to just let it happen. The second she adjusted her position to do so, Heather kicked at the mat, thrusting herself to the side to roll with her attempt, slipping right out from under her, scurrying quickly to her feet.

She tried to take advantage of Moira's position, aiming to throw a leg over her neck, standing on the mat and facing the girl's back, trying to lock her legs hard around her head in a standing headscissor hold. She was aiming to use her strong legs to her advantage while attempting to scoop up Moira's wrists to hold her arms.

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Moira knew that releasing Heather would undoubtedly cost her, but she was given a choice. Risk it, or keep her posture, one that provided little benefit for either of them. Not to mention the audience.

With said audience now kept on their toes however as the lighter woman pulled free, the considerably slower Moira would again be left to watch and gawp as her foe moved against her; seemingly moving to kick the head from her shoulders, before the leg in motion came in with different purpose. With another limb soon following, Moira would catch onto what the girl had in mind only as she began applying it; the thick neck of the heavyweight compressed, as her puffy cheeks were forced to press against ample thighs. Immediately moving her hands against the legs that bound her, Moira found her wrists restrained by a grip not exactly powerful, but firm enough to hinder her completely!

Grunting as her head fell forward just an inch, Moira's eyes closed as she tried to keep what air she could within her. If she didn't move fast, the heavyweight might have just found herself victim to a horrendous defeat via KO, all within seconds of the match starting!