Moira Pandela vs Heather Sunderland

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Heather groaned out at Moira's words as she found herself completely trapped by her figure. She grit her teeth hard, hating her own figure as of right now that she usually loved, unable to muster enough sort of strength at the moment to force her way out of this trapped position.

"J-just because you're so..soft and all that d-doesn't mean you can just..h-hold me like this!!" She whined out, shaking her head a little as t he referee's words were nearly meaningless at this t ime. She stomped her feet a couple times, whining and whimpering out as she brought her hands to her sides.

"A-alright enouugh!" She whined out, desperately trying to push at her, feeling like her strength was being sapped from her with her own struggles.

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With her eyes briefly falling to the crowd behind Heather, purely from her natural height ensuring that she would always be leaning over the top of the violet figure when pressed against her, Moira couldn't help but lick her lips. As prior mentioned, she had absolutely zero intent on keeping Heather pinned; if she could, that was, given the speed and tactility of her foe, but also simply because of the fun Moira wanted to have in trying to wear the girl down, until she was putty in her arms.

"Mmm...ticklish..." Joking with the violet haired figure as her hands came to her sides, Moira soon stepped back, seemingly giving some success to Heather's attempts to push on her. In reality however, she simply wanted space to latch onto the girls wrist, for what she planned next.

Without anything more than a yelp of sorts, Moira would suddenly pull with clenched arm, turning her body, as she seemingly tried for an irish whip right across the ring; attempting to throw Heather into the opposite corner, for reasons that would likely be anything but good!

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Heather clicked her tongue at that joke, making her shake her head a bit in frustration. "W-we'll see how ticklish in just a bit.. you wait" She let out, groaning out with how helpless she was feeling right now. She narrowed her eyes as the girl suddenly stepped back, Heather wanting to think it was because of her pushing--but her motions said otherwise.

She bit her lip as she took hold of her wrist like that, pulling and tossing her into the opposite corner. Heather couldn't stop herself, heading straight towards it, turning as her back slammed against it. She grunt out loudly, her body jerking from the impact as she locked her arms over the top rope to keep herself standing. "Gugh..d-damn.."

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Mind racing at the thought of a tickle fight with the smaller cuter, Moira turned her frame quickly; seemingly adopting a mirrored stance to her foe, with Moira's arms now gripping the top ropes besides her. Back to the turnbuckle, the difference in positions would be in the intention; namely, the fact that Heather was forced into her own stance, where as Moira was evidently preparing for something!

"Here...I..GO!" Shouting to herself as she kicked off her feet, Moira threw caution to the wind. Bursting forward with speed still great, but somewhat expectant of her jiggly size, Moira seemingly looked to deliver a move that would render Heather her plaything entirely for the match to come. A monstrously big bodysplash! Momentum such that the earlier corner-squash would look nothing compared to it!

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Heather grit her teeth a little, gripping that top rope hard as she squirmed around a bit. She narrowed her eyes as she shook her head, trying to fix her slightly dazed vision as she watched Moira from the other corner. She had it in her mind what could possibly be coming next, and when the girl kicked off and started to charge towards her, Heather's fears were confirmed.

She almost didn't make the dodge, but at the last second she pulled herself to the side by the rope, letting Moira slam right into the corner. Right after that, Heather leaped onto the ropes right near her, springboarding off them and spinning herself, trying to connect with her head with a hard Disaster kick!

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Moira knew in all likeliness, the move wouldn't hit. Heather had already demonstrated she had the speed to escape Moira's clutches when they were but a inch away; never mind on the other side of the ring, with a loud thudding sprint across it signalling the bigger beauties intentions. Moira had to try though; resisting was simply something she could not do in this scenario. Namely because in the off chance the move hit, she'd have a dozy and tired Heather to play with!

Hitting instead the turnbuckle with a resounding smack; her meaty chest serving as a buffer of sorts albeit still smashing the wind out of her own rib-cage and lungs, Moira wouldn't even have time to turn as she stumbled back. Not at all fathoming the possibility that Heather may have already moved into an attack of her own, the busty heavyweight found herself screaming as the kick struck cleanly to the back of her head; with her figure falling right against the turnbuckle yet again, although this time staying there!

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Heather let out a long breath after she landed from hitting that kick, knowing things had shifted back into her favor. She nod her head a bit, knowing she had to weaken Moira more before hitting any sort of big move to get close to finishing her. Biting her lip, Heather pushed herself back up fully to her feet.

She slipped through the ropes, getting on the apron before climbing the turnbuckle in front of her. She took a seat on the top rope, attempting to pull her face between her thighs before sliding to the side. She was trying to take advantage of the whole no rules thing and just lean back, trying to squeeze her head tightly between her thighs while upside down on the other side of the ropes, pulling her head and uppermost a bit over the top if she could pull it off.

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Moira had found the soft spongy surface she desired, but the problem was, said surface was not attached to Heather!

Face-full of turnbuckle cloth, her arms draped over the middle ropes after her figure had slouched from both her own missed attack and the nimble kick of her foe, Moira as ever would rise, with intention even greater now to grapple Heather down into a fierce, sweaty mess. But as ever, she was a shade too late; turning her head in such a way that Heather's incredibly quick manoeuvres left the violet running and moving perfectly outside of the heavyweights vision.

By the time Moira had turned back though, seemingly having lost her foe, she would find the curves she desired laid somewhat bare before her!

The trouble was however, the fine legs that came attached to them!

Screaming out as her cheeks were pressed firmly yet again, Moira would immediately bring her hands to the thighs of her quicker foe, with intent this time on a hasty escape. Pulling at Heather, it seemed that Miss Sunderland herself would now be aiding in Moira's own efforts to throw or slam the figure, until the violets true intention in her movements were made apparent. Namely, adding her weight, and the use of the ropes, into her painful choke!

Gagging out so loudly even the nosebleeds could hear her, Moira's staunch weight would work against her, as Heather's entire frame now pressed on her neck without so much as making Moira's feet leave the canvas. Screaming out, her arms waving still, she'd attempt to slap and scrape at the nifty violet, hopefully before she passed out from the extremely air-depriving manoeuvre!

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Heather had a full grin on her face as she was hung over the ropes, squeezing Moira as hard as she could. She twist and turned her body a little to add varying motions of pressure onto the scissor hold, choking and squeezing at Moira from quite the unique position. She licked her lips a little--planting her hands on the apron to support herself a little as she felt the girl start to struggle.

As effective as the move was, Heather was definitely feeling quite a bit of strain from performing it. Her legs were steadily becoming sore from the submission and Moira's slapping and scraping at them wasn't really helping any. She would have loved to keep this move in for a long time, but she would only be able to keep it locked in for a few more seconds before she released her.

She flipped forward, landing with her feet on the outside before quickly hopping up to the apron afterwards. She grabbed the top rope, jumping and leaping up onto it. She attempted to springboard off the top and lock her legs around Moira's head again, but this time she attempted to spin with it and perform a tilt-a-whirl headscissor takedown!

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Moira herself was mostly to blame for her predicament. Through her brief encounter with the beauty prior to the match, both in words and actions, it was apparent the busty heavyweight wanted to be pressed against some form of Heather's curves. And now, she was getting it. Only she never imagined it would be this painful!

Her scraping and clawing gaining her fruits however, a very redfaced, somewhat sweaty and gasping heavyweight would cry upon her gaining of freedom, as she shimmied across the top ropes a little simply to avoid a further thread of attack instantly. Eyes dazed as she tried to shake some sense into them, she'd raise a hand to her right cheek, testing for puffiness.

After a short period of moping in her choked agony, one thing became apparent for Moira. Whilst she had a frame few could compare against, and even fewer still could overpower, the busty heavyweight was simply not used to the match format at hand. Yes she had agreed whole-heartedly to the stipulation she was now suffering from, but to put it frankly, Moira had no idea the match would be so...nasty!

Finally finding her feet away from the ropes, Moira would perform something of a miniature circling motion with her feet as she stumbled into the centre of the ring; her frame reacting only to the nearest noise to her, which to her part luck, was the bending ropes of Heather's manoeuvre mid-way. Only to her now lack of luck, Moira would again respond far too slowly for her own good!

Legs locked around her head as easily as they were for the scissors a moment ago, Moira's raised arms would find them clutching at the soft supple skin of the violet figure as she pulled upon her. With absolutely no method at hand of halting those legs around her neck, Moira had but one option to hand. Halt the figure that was pulling upon said legs entirely! Her arms latching tightly around whatever flesh they could, holding Heather off the ground in a rough-gutwrench posture, with Moira pulling fiercely just to keep her from yanking the heavyweight down!