Battle of the Beasts: Remi Woolworth (D) vs Bashira Matsumoto (D)

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The 'BAAH-ttering Ram', Remi Woolworth vs 'Grizzly Magnum' Bashira Matsumoto
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or by knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, by the count of ten they will be disqualified. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.


Remi was actually feeling...excited, happy...elated even. The big-bodied gal who always seemed bored finally found a bit of spice in her life, something to give her some MEANING. LAW, one of the grandest stages, was now hers for the taking. Though, it's not like she was some kind of SUPER villain. She was just looking for a good time, and good cuties to squeeze and cuddle with. The Ram was all about taking things easy and enjoying the good life with a special someone she may pick up. Still, wrestling breathed some life into her dull existence, and now she was finally able to throw down and gave a damn good time. She got her gear on, fit her horns atop her head, taped up her fists, and marched out to the ring with a confident sway and a slight smile on her face.

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"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Brighton, England and standing at 6'0, weighing in at 255 lbs...making her debut, the terrifyingly beautiful BAAAAH-TTERING RAM...REMI...'RAMMY'...WOOOOLWORTH!!!"

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There she stood atop the ramp, posing sensually as she carried a now smug smile, all those people cheering for her...DAMN, it felt good. She soaked it all up as she sauntered down with heavy steps, making her way down past all the turning heads that began to stay at her curvaceous figure. "You can look ladies and gentlemen...and if you're cute enough, you can touch too~...but I believe I'm spoken for already. I have a lovely opponent who I'm gonna cuddle and crush VERY soon~" She said, entering the ring shortly after her little statement and standing in her corner, ready and awaiting the so-called 'Grizzly Magnum', Bashira Matsumoto.

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In the midst of a turbulent time within the wrestling industry encompassing a hailstorm of newly written contract negotiations and clandestine meetings between federation executives, yet another newsworthy signage was announced that continued the quaking tremors jostling the foundation of the wrestling world. Albeit Bashira pondered if that term was a not-so-clever jab at her waistline from pissant online journalists. The Bear Behemoth was questioned by these journalists as to the reasoning behind her momentous decision to travel aboard for other wrestling organizations. And while other competitors cited excuses ranging from expanding their knowledge of the business, to seeking competition from an untested pool of rookies...Bash succinctly muttered that this place paid stupid money to sign her up. Being a woman of simple desires always made her interviews a breeze to plod through. Once their check cleared, Bashira started packing her belongings when she'd been informed of them scrounging up a debut match for her against a...she read the name but waited to see if this chick was for real before making any judgments.

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"...And her opponent, hailing from Kanigawa, Japan and standing at 5'11, weighing in at 280 lbs...making her debut, the barbarically brutal BEAR BRAWWWWWWWLER...BASHIRA...'BASHER'...MATSUMOTOOOOOOOO!!!"

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The billowing black curtain at the top of the ramp being swiped to the side by the rotund bear woman making her ominous presence known, nigh three-hundred pounds of muscled mass marching on down the ramp as her pony-tail swayed behind her with a focused authority. Cricking her neck to her sides to get the kinks out with her singlet stretched tightly around her rotund musculature. Adrenaline pumping and inwardly intoxicated from the thrill of the moment. The Bear Brawler strolling towards the steel steps, but would raise her leg and slam her boot down upon the clanging metallic surface for an echoed reverberation that caused those nearby to flinch from the unexpected gesture. Bashira afterwards climbing up the steps and entering the ring through the ropes. Taking in what was a decidedly different audience than what she was accustomed to alongside a freaking gigantic mountain of a woman on the other side of the ring. "You gotta be freaking kidding me..." Bash muttered as started encroaching upon the middle of the ring. "Fuck me, you are one giant piece of sheep..."

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As Bashira made her way down the ramp, the ram-themed fighter looked at her opponent as she confidently marched down the ramp and toward the ring, her big body causing each step she took to rattle the floor, the steps, and the canvas. After she had entered the ring, the two locked eyes, and Bashira was the first to say her piece, automatically intriguing the Battering Ram as she adjusts her glasses.

"Sheep? Uh, my costume's like...based on a ram actually, but like whatever. ~" She said, getting a better look at Bash now that she was this close. "Oooo, you are one fierce-looking bear. Though you're definitely cuter than most other bears, I bet you could maul me all the same though. Hm, kinda sounds enticing, to be honest, doesn't seem like the worst way to go." She said, casually flirting with Bashira, it was second nature to her at this point, her sexual desire and nonchalant demeanor meshed in a way that made comments like that a passive occurrence every now and then, she couldn't help it nor could she recognize how strange it might sound to just openly flirt and compliment the person you were about to fight. "So like, it's cool to meet you and all, and like...may the best woman win, but I just wanna say, your hair is like...SUPER pretty." She said, tilting her head and examining Bashira a little closer, again having no awareness. "Oh, and you're like...REALLY strong. That's a lot of muscle. I like it."

"But anyways-" She started, taking a hint that maybe now wasn't the best time to chat. "Guess I'll compliment you more later, or maybe during the match? I dunno, there's a lot about you that I like, you're just like...super attractive, y'know? Big is beautiful and all that." After the referee separated them, preventing Remi from going on yet another long-winded ramble, both fighters had their gear checked, and once that was done, the bell was finally ready to be rung so that the match could get underway.

DING ! ! !

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One could probably blame Bashira's subpar education level when it came to incorrectly differentiating sheep from rams. In all likelihood the only animals she was ever thoroughly interested in were the type that could be served up to her at a restaurant either grilled, roasted or fried. With liberal choices when it came to side dishes. Although Bashira was beginning to think she should have name-dropped an even huskier animal type once coming toe-to-toe with the gigantic sheep-..ram, lady. Whoever booked this match was most assuredly fucking with Bashira considering she was typically paired against wrestlers practically half her weight to give the scrawny pukes a challenge worth building their reputation upon if they somehow miraculously scored a win. But a towering biggun like this piece a work?...not only was this uncharted territory for Bashira, but now's she's gonna haveta adjust her freaking moveset against this bespectacled broad. How the hell do they expect her to piledrive this titanic jabberjaw?!

"...uh, beggin yer pardon? Super what? You sure those spectacles of yours aren't fogged up? Cause it kinda sounds you're actually trying to bark up my tree, Big Blue." Bashira gawked with cock-eyed confusion after seemingly hearing Ram start to...hit on her, like some smitten prom date. Drawing her head back with a befuddled grimace the closer her adversary came when she began her bespectacled inspection of her hair. Bashira instinctively clenching her fist for what she assumed was some type of trick to lower her guard, except that theory was proven false when Ram obeyed the referee and backpedaled to her corner. "Big is beauti-? Whattya gonna steal from my profile now along with my fighting style?!" Bashira bellowed back a with shaking fist, allowing the referee to check her gear as well before the match officially commences. Weirded out and still suspecting all of this was a ploy of some kind, Bashira opted to approach the ram head on and lock up with her foe. Coming forehead to forehead with Ram in the burly test of strength...

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Remi simply stood back after admiring her opponent, she wasn't all too surprised by Bashira's response. I mean, if some big-bodied girl dressed up like her approached you and started complimenting you like there was no tomorrow, you'd probably be a little thrown off. What actually 'offended' Remi was the fact that Bashira was questioning whether or not her comments were genuine, calling into question the legitimacy behind Remi's flirtatious nature, laidback charm, and positive attitude. Seems the 'Grizzly Magnum' wasn't quite used to people complimenting her...something the Ram would certainly set her sights on fixing. "No, my glasses AREN'T fogged up, I can see out of these just fine, and what I'm seeing is a big, beautiful woman that I get to tussle with. Also...Steal from you? I would never. I got my own thing going on, obviously~...Lastly, you shouldn't be so quick to question my compliments. Maybe you don't hear this often enough but you're cute Bashira, you're damn fine. Maybe I am trying to bark up your tree, maybe I'm just being 'friendly'...take some pride in it, you don't have to look like a supermodel to be good-looking. You look stunning just the way you are." Remi replied, rolling her shoulders.

Once she was done with her spiel, she moved forward to tie up with Bashira and grapple with her, tangling with the Bear and pressing her forehead against hers, planting her feet down firmly against the canvas as she held her ground. "Also...you should know...if there's one thing 'rams' are good at, it's butting our HEADS." She said, shoving Bashira back a couple of steps in an amazing feat of strength as she began to take the upper hand. It was nothing major, she just moved her back a few inches, but to the crowd, it was like watching two behemoths fighting it out over territory, where every inch gained seemed like a mile, every small victory seeming far grander than it actually was. Remi continued to push Bashira back, trying to take control and adjust the grapple, opting to take over the reins of this fight by swapping from a Test of Strength to a Side Headlock.

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Yer goddamn right Bashira was unaccustomed to fawning flatter to this abundant extent. Especially considering that the last time she was issued a compliment about how beautiful she was happened to be from a flattened rookie wrestler desperately spouting it out at Bashira's command in the vague hopes that the Bear-Woman would stop sitting on her already. Pleasantries like that kinda sorta waved bye-bye to her once she started tipping the scales and sometimes even breaking them. So instinctively she figured that Woolworth's praise just had to be her yanking Bash's chain and was only faux-complimenting her in a sarcastic fashion. All just to probably play mindgames in an attempt to rile her up into making crucial mistakes in the middle of the match when blinded by rage, or assuming Bash was actually dumb enough to think Remi was bein' genuine. Oddly enough, either one of these two scenarios would actually be preferable to the Grizzly One considering they were situations that Bash knew she could handle. Because the third scenario with Remi being truthful in all that flattery...well, uh...that was just uncharted territory for her...

As you can see, Bashira was internally grasping at straws here to make sense of it all. So externally she opted to grasp at something more tangible to get her mind back in the game, like the Ram's waiting arms in an accepted test of strength. "Tch...Ya kidding me? Course I take pride in my body. I just take even more pride in usin' it tah squash all those silicone cheerleaders play actin' at bein wrestlers. And I know what a ram does, ya...hmph..." Bashira huffed out and refraining from derogatory name-calling since Ram's jolly facials were practically rubbin noses with Bash's grumpy grimace. Veritable kaiju's locking horns with Bash stiffening her posture with muscled cementation which started being soldiered back inch by inch before her world suddenly became far more buoyant and jiggly. An arresting headlock cranked on underneath Remi's armpit with nuzzled sideboob and strained torque bearing down for several seconds. The Bear Beast griping in irritation before beginning lock her arms around Remi's waist, hefting her a foot off the ground to the crowd's brief astonishment...before sitting/slamming Remi down into an Atomic Drop on her tailbone.

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As the two struggled against one another, Remi listened closely to Bashira's words, taking an eager interest in what she had to say whilst keeping a majority of her focus on the battle ahead as she stood her ground, butting heads with the 'Grizzly' in a contest of big-bodied behemoths that could snap most people like a twig if they desired it. "Ooo...well at least you don't see your body type as a downside." She commented. "I was like...almost super worried over your mental health there for a second." She said, proceeding to lock the woman into a Side Headlock, wrapping an arm around the woman's thick neck, crushing her head between her pudgy upper arm and forearm. Remi was looking to set the woman up for some kind of Running Bulldog, but in the middle of her setup, the 'BAAAH-ttering Ram' was stopped short by Bashira's quick thinking and muscly response. Before she knew it, Remi had been lifted up by the 'Grizzly' and promptly slammed back down onto the woman's knee, her tailbone striking it harshly and eliciting a pained grunt from the ram-themed grappler as she immediately stood up after the move, stumbling forward a few steps and wincing after having her sizable, plump posterior be treated in such a rough fashion.

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Reticent though she was to offer any other wrestler props, Bashira's inability to overpower the Rambunctious Ram like she has every other wrestler she's came across was a pretty goddamn impressive feat in and of itself. She honestly couldn't remember the last time her corpulent strength was neutralized to such an extent that she had to she rely on actual chain grappling. Not that it was easy to remember her old wrestling training what with her head being smushed between flabby muscles practically on all sides, Bashira huffing a warmed exhale as she hoisted the hefty ram off her feet before offering Remi one of the more painful seats in the arena. "Phew...well, 'preciate the concern. But I figure you should you be more concerned with your physical health right 'bout now." Bash teased with a swatting smack to Remi's plentiful rump before beginning to backpedal at a quickened pace. Intending to bounce off the ring ropes with an attempted shoulder tackle that just so happen to have three-hundred pounds of massive girth behind it.

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Remi continued to wince and recoil in slight pain after Bashira's Atomic Drop dealt some damage to her tailbone. She was about to get up and face off against the Grizzly Magnum again, but Bashi had other ideas. Namely, giving the Ram's big plump buns a hearty smack!!! With a yelp and a shocked, partially embarrassed facial expression, Remi blushed as she stood straight up, releasing a deep gasp and shivering as a tingle went up her spine. "Hey! Watch where that hand goes!!" She said. "If you wanted to cop a feel, you could've just asked y'know...Don't you have manne-" Before Remi could finish her statement, her fellow big-bodied wrestler made a bull rush straight toward her after rebounding off of the ropes, aiming to deliver a stiff and powerful Shoulder Tackle to the BAAAH-ttering Ram. However, Remi braced herself in time, taking the blow and using it to her advantage. The impact sends Remi into the ropes behind her. The woman rebounds right back at Bashira, aiming to give her a taste of her own medicine as she tosses all her weight at the woman with her own Shoulder Tackle, trading back-and-forth blows with the dreaded Bashira Matsumoto!!!

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Unlikely though Remi was to piece this puzzle together in the split-seconds between actions taken within this match, it should be said that Bashira's five-fingered swatting of Remi's caked derriere was about as close to congenial flirting that Bash was comfortable with at the present moment. Unlike her fellow heavyweight who is perhaps a tad too forthcoming and overly affectionate when it comes to gushing her heart out over ladies she's mackin on. Call it being emotionally stifled on Bashira's part, but quite frankly she didn't give a crap. This was all uncharted territory for her and she needed to accompany that brief flirtation with rampaging violence posthaste. She just didn't expect that particular stampede to be dealt a muscled checkmate by slamming right into Remy's own shoulder, the Bear-Woman backpedaling several steps with a bellowed grunt on impact. Standing dumbfounded in disbelief until a burgeoning smirk brightened up her visage, clenched fists propped on her sides."HA...Not bad!!! Not bad at all Ram-A-Lamb!!! Let's say we have some fun with this and see who gets knocked on their ass first, huh?" Bashira pointing at opposite sides of the ring to initiate what she intended to be a calamitous collision between the heavyset freight trains, she herself intending to go sprinting towards the ropes to bounce back for another big-bodied shoulder tackle.