Moira P. Vs. Golden S. - The Diamond Smother

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Vs.

Standard match
Victory via Pinfall, KO or Submission.

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Spoiler

With that tight fitting, still relatively new attire to her frame, Moira Pandela appeared before the masses after the briefest of warm-ups behind the curtains. Ever the figure of fun, tonight's match stipulation put quite the smile to her face. And not only because it was one she was built perfectly for. But naturally, it was one she simply loved to perform in!

Descending the ramp with high-fives a plenty, Moira took her time when ringside - her grin still to her face, as she leisurely walked around to the far side of the ring. Opting for the steps, Moira would give a final wave to the crowd as she found the top step, before sliding her hefty figure in through the middle and top rope. Blood already pumping, Moira simply found her way to her corner and set her eyes to the ramp - her hands soon put to her hips as the grin across her face remained. Eager was the word, and then some.

[The Riders]

Looking at her self in the mirror backstage with a frown on her face, Storm slowly cups her firm bust and sighing. Whoever signed her up for a smother match of all things is either making a cruel joke, or the company doesn't see her going far at all. Shaking her head at that thought before making her way over to wait on her cue.

Getting the go ahead to head out, with no music still Storm makes her way down to the ring. Not wanting to deal with the fans or even notice them since her glaze in on her opponent, sliding underneath the ring ropes and standing in the ring looking at Moira. Nodding her head and making her way over to her opponent holding out her hand. "Let's have a good match."

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Moira held her ground as Storm emerged - the figure descending the ramp was a toned one, to say the least. And it certainly had the goods to provide a challenge in a smother match-up!

Thought not at all discouraged, Moira was quick to accept that hand offered to her. Smile still to her face, Moira didn't even try and stop her hefty curves from jiggling, both as she cut the distance to Storm for a handshake, and again as she backed away. Nodding in response to the suggestion of a good match, Moira soon raised her hands with her palms open. Her eyes briefly flashing to the referee, as she signalled that on her end, she was ready.

[The Riders]

Strom smiles at the show of sportsmanship by her opponent, but can't stop eyeing hope hefty Moira is compared to her own body. Most of her focus in on the woman rear, and bust for that matter knowing that one of the is going to try and smother her out completely.

backing away and letting the ref know that she is ready to begin as well, doing a few light jumps getting herself ready for the match. As the bell rings to begin the match, the ref stepping back to call the match. Storm comes out of her corner rushing at her opponent early, wanting to go for a tie up to overpower the bust woman.

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Holding her ground and moving in a slow manner, Moira was admittedly surprised as Storm rushed in. She was eager, it seems!

Her legs widening as the toned beauty came to her, Moira found her hands trying to lock up with Storm's own, to halt her motion entirely. For whilst it was unlikely that Moira could shove such a muscle bound figure, it was equally as likely that she herself could be moved. She knew how to use that weight of hers, after all!

[The Riders]

Seeing Moira move in a slow manner, Storm goes in hard and fast wanting to over power her opponent with her strength. But just like the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object, Storm is stopped cold in her tracks.

"Not bad.." Storm say's in a respectful tone, letting out a loud grunt trying to force Moira but the woman is not bugling at all due to her stance and weight. Sweat begins to form on the top of her forehead slowly her muscles straining trying to force Moira backward.

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Moira was straining quite a bit just to hold Storm where she was, so when the woman before her began to flex and really exert herself, Moira found herself beginning to sweat! Eager to break the stalemate, given Storm was about to turn things right in her favour, Moira tried to slip her grip from her foe with a twisting of both her mitts. To instead shoot them around her foes head, and yank it down - into a chesty headlock!

[The Riders]

Feeling that she is finally starting to make some leeway, even during the stalemate Storm feels herself beginning to slowly overpower her opponent slowly. Eager to take advantage of that fact she leans forward right into a trap, as Moira slips her grip and is able to lock Storm into a.... bust headlock. Soft is the feeling she has from the hold, the side of her face is smooshed against Moira chest. Trying to power out of the hold by gripping her opponent arm and trying to push to free herself from the busty soft grip

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Storm was snagged soon enough, but Moira found restraining the strong looking gal as difficult as she'd imagine. Squatting down with one leg for a moment, Moira would truly pour on the pressure to try and get a good gasp out of her foe. From there, regardless of how well her squeeze had worked, Moira would look to pace away from Storm, releasing her grip in a rough manner to leave her stumbling. Whilst she herself went for the ropes before her!

Letting loose a war cry on the return, Moira looked to ram her thick shoulder into Storm's own, and snap her body to the canvas with a thud.

[The Riders]

Bending forward still trying to break free from the surprisingly tight headlock, her thick firm legs even buckle from the pressure of the hold almost bringing Storm to her knees. Stumbling forward catching herself before hitting the turnbuckle, turning around to see where Moria is and gets blindsided by a shoulder tackle sending her to the canvas.

"UGHHH... what just hit me." Rubbing her shoulder with her hand slowly still on the mat, feeling the pain from the hard hit.