The Boulder and the Wasp

[LunarOcean]

Victory Condition:
Knock out, orgasm, or tap out.

Ionel was not someone for subtlety. The pulsing electro-rock soundtrack and explosive fireworks had made a few audience members jump and others slack-jawed when the 6''7 giantess stomped onto the aisle, arms raised with tensed, gresed up muscles that made her shine under her own light show. A highlight reel played with fast cuts as she made her way down to the ring; women crushed physically by her body and sensually by her barely contained lust. It wasn't hard to see why; her huge breasts wobbled dangerously close to busting free of her American flag bikini but it was the steely muscle that surrounded them from head to toe that made it clear that her sexuality and her power were very much one and the same.

She tossed herself over the top ropes, stomping down loudly and bending forward just enough for her ass-clinging flag-pattern bikini bottom to hug the curvature of her cheeks. She wasted little time walking to a corner, waving and winking at a quickly enthralled crowd. As jubilant as she seemed, her mind was focused and running through multiple scenarios; most of them involving her belly crashing into that of the so-called Yellow Jacket she was set to fight. She was told it was a heavyweight but seemed disappointed when it was a small one; not a giantess like her but if they thought she was a worthy opponent, maybe she could have some fun with that.

It was her first night in LAW. She was hoping the delicious bodies she'd soon have crushed against her own would be as satisfying as she'd been told.

[SimplePride]

"Right into the fire, eh?" Tessie said to herself as she made her final preparations for her debut match. She expected to be in this type of match eventually, but she id not expect it to be her first match ever. No matter, she signed the contract willingly, so this was bound to happen eventually. Tessie left and her persona Yellow Jacket took its place. After a few minutes of her opponent's entrance, she herself got the cue to enter, and her rather jovial theme blared over the loudspeakers:

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It was brilliant irony that Tessie was raised in Boston, as she often joked that her song, a tribute to the Red Sox, was written about her. She blew a few kisses to the crowd, who welcomed her with a relatively positive response. She entered the ring and finally got a glimpse at her opponent. She was at first in awe at how tall and built she was, but soon plastered a perverted "ara ara" smile on her face, "I bet you get hit on a lot..." she said as she wiggled her butt at her opponent, trying to tease her. Yellow Jacket went to her corner and waited for the match to begin. Yellow Jacket had the feeling that, win or lose, this was going to be rather enjoyable...

[LunarOcean]

"I'm the one doing the hitting." Ionel's grin was almost shark-like; wide and toothy with a voice that thundered through the cheering of the crowd. "Where I'm from, you don't hit on me unless you want to spend the next day slowly being peeled off of these."

Ionel's belly surged forth in a thrust and the lights shined onto rows of rough, raw muscles. Muscles that as appealing as a meaty steak looked hard enough that the realtively smaller Yellow Jacket might shatter if she crashed into them.

The crowd roared and a thousand phones zoomed in as they tightened into an even more concentrated shape, shadowed by the glaring neon above.

Pulling herself back to a standing position, she lumbered forward to the centre of the ring with a cocky swagger, her lips moist from her steady tongue.

"That the reason you wear that tacky one piece? Ain't got anything to show huh? Maybe some curves you couldn't quite work off hm?" She smirked, pointing to the far more modest garb of her opponent. "Mark my words miss; by the end of this match, your tummy's going to long for mine grinding it down day in and and day out."

The bell would ring and the huge woman would charge towards her opponent, one arm reared back for a mighty rising punch, aiming to smack her right in the ribcage.

[SimplePride]

Yellow Jacket kept her pervy smile all throughout her posing, "Joke's on you, lady, that's my fetish!" One thing this buff bitch had o realize, that the smaller, are often the fiercest, like the insect which Tessie bore as her name. The bell rang and the match was on! Tessie wanted to start off simple, but, Ionel thought differently as she charged Tessie with a punch to the ribs, Yellow Jacket instinctively jumped back, her opponent missed the ribs, but instead landed on her stomach. The punch definitely hurt, but, Yellow Jacket was still buzzing, and quickly tried a kick to the sternum of the buff woman, hoping to get some offense going...

[LunarOcean]

"I'll hold you to that when we're done!" Ionel replied, her smile either cruel or very, very aroused. It wasn't long before the mayhem started properly and her fist met tummy. To Yellow Jacket's credit, she didn't stumble back; perhaps she was tougher than she looked. Before Ionel could follow-up with enaother, the insect stung first. It was as fast as a blink; in what felt like half a second her boot was already in front of her, smacking her upper body with a painful, bruising impact.

Ionel grunted but she did not stagger beyond half-a-step of her foot dragging back. She exhaled deeply and smirked, reaching up to grab the smaller woman by the ankle.

"You've got more bite than I thought. As much as your bark. Will it be enough?"

Ionel then yanked her opponent's leg off to the side aiming to try and disbalance her and turn her away. If that was successful, she'd wrap her arms around her body and lift her up just above her shoulders, aiming to slam her back down onto her waiting knee!

[SimplePride]

"...Don't you mean Sting?" Tessie said in a matter-of-fact way, even though she was now hopping on one foot as Ionel caught Tessie's foot. She was shoved away, which unbalanced her just enough to allow Ionel to seize her around the waist. At first, she thought it was a bearhug, but, was let down, literally when she was dropped on her opponent's back in a backbreaker! Tessie would hit the mat, grabbing her back. She always wanted to ply with a muscle-bound god or goddess, well, be careful what you wish for...

[LunarOcean]

"Let help you with that bruise."

Ionel completely ignored her rebuff and grabbed both of the smaller woman's arms by the elbows, pulling them out to the side. Her whole body mass pressed onto her back and the crowd cheered as the barely clad blonde pressed her whole muscled, bulky mass directly onto her opponent. Huge teardrop-shaped tits pressed into Yellow Jacket's shoulder blades, forcing her own breasts to flatten under the mat as the bigger woman smugly pinned her body to back against the mat. Huge, tree-trunk thighs clenched tight as her feet subtly slipped over her ankles and pressed onto them, pinning her to the mat.

The sore spot on her back was pressed against by a wall of solid muscle; not fully flexed but she could feel their steely mass through the taut, tight skin of Ionel's powerful tummy. She breathed in deep, her abs expanding and pressing into the sore spot but before Ionel could moan or complain, her head neared her cheek and her tongue slid across it over to her earlobe. She gave it a suckle.

"I'll let you go soon. It's fun for me sometimes-" Her crotch jerked forth, crushing against Yellow Jacket's butt, slowly grinding against it and mushing it around. "But not so much for the crowd if it's just me taming another woman for a whole match. But for now, why don't I show you what you'll be rewarded with if you surrender now hm?"

Ionel's shoulders pressed down, pressing her massive rack even harder against her opponent's back. Immediately, her muscular body moved up against her opponent, smoothing and rubbing her sensual, still not quite sweaty belly over her opponent's, tits mashing to the side of Yellow Jacket's face and neck, before mashing down. Yet it was those powerful, sensual belly muscles that did most of the work. It was at first pain but soon it was moist, frictious and warm, as if she was trying to melt the soreness with the frictious grinding of her abdominal power against her opponent's back.

Soon, she'd release and roll off, licking her lip.

"Your belly is next. Your back was nice..." She slowly slid a finger over the thin line between both rows of her abs. "I hope you won't mind when I rub that tummy of yours flat~"

[SimplePride]

Before this matched was made official, Tessie had run through a lot of scenarios: a blazing victory, a crushing defeat, a frustrating draw. But, in every single scenario, not one involved her being humped and molested in the middle of the ring by some muscled freak. She figured she should've seen this coming, given the match stipulations, but, still. After Iona was satisfied, Yellow Jacket laid there for a bit, still processing what happened. She slowly got up, and decided to play her opponent's little game, "If you want the honey so bad, you'll have to earn it, baby!" She teased as she smacked her own butt.

[LunarOcean]

"Don't complain when I do."

With a shark-like grin and a stomping gait, the huge muscle-head immediately was on the offence again. With her long steps the distance between them vanished quickly as she reached out to grab the smaller woman with her steeled arms. If she was successful, the other heavyweight would be hauled and spun into the air, her back pressed against Ionel's shoulder then squeezed against it.

She'd given that spot a good massage but she wasn't going to complain about giving it a crushing, painful, backbreaking submission as she let her limbs hang limply behind and in front of her.

If she was successful, the 6''7 woman would walk around the ring, pumping her plaything against her shoulder, as she decided to see just how much pain this lady could take.

[SimplePride]

Big opponent's all had one weakness: All or nothing style. So when Ionel came charging toward her, she timed it perfectly and sidestepped out of the way. The Yellow Jacket would use her opponent's momentum against her, as she got behind her amazonian opponent, and kicked her in the back of the knee, hoping to make her buckle. If this worked, she would get behind her and start playing with her opponent's breasts, "You wanted it this way, and now I'm letting you have it!" she would whisper in her ears as she juggled her opponent's boobs.