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

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After slamming herself shoulder-first into her opponent, Remi recollects herself, staring casually at the surprised Bashira. She notices the giant smile on the Grizzly woman's face, showing that she enjoyed how much punch Remi packed. Remi tilts her head, giving the woman a sly smile of her own. "Ram-A-Lamb? Wow, Bashi...I'm surprised. You just gave me a pet name. Now? All of a sudden? First, you slap my beautiful butt, and now you're calling me by a cute-as-fuck nickname? Are you SURE you're not trying to get on my good side? This is one way to win my heart." She said, chuckling at Bashi's expense. Whether Bashi's actions contained hints of flirtatious behavior or not, the horned grappler would still tease her all the same. It made her happy to see that the Grizzly was happy, though, and she followed the woman's cue, backing up and hitting the ropes, rebounding off them, and charging straight into the woman at full force, both big-bodied ladies set to collide in the center of the ring!!!

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Bashira's heart was indeed all a flutter, but moreso at the prospect of having a playmate/adversary/friend? of equal horsepower who she can measure her own strength against. A sneering smile showcased all throughout Bashira's rampaging sprint that was checked in spite of its magnitude by the immovable Ram, several audience members bracing themselves on impact as Bash beckpedaled with a jubilant grimace in spite of having her efforts thwarted. "Heh, think it's more likely you're peppy positivity and insufferable perkiness is starting to rub off on me, is all. Still, I mean if you're that interested, whattya say we try one more time to see who comes out bein' the bottom between us than, huh?" Bashira uttering her coy innuendo before once again bounding herself off the ropes after a sprint, but would instead dash straight passed Remi in the middle of the ring instead of another shoulder check. The Brawling Bear attempting to rebound off the ropes once more with an attempted Lou Thesz Press against Remi...emphasize on press if she ends up splashing down on the Ram-Woman.

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"Oh, I'm interested, alright...more than you could even guess~." Remi responded, grinning casually like an idiot with a bit of red in her cheeks after Bashira's playful, coy innuendo. The absolute beast of a woman was FINALLY speaking Remi's language. Things were about to get interesting between these two, and it would start with Bashi taking charge, dashing straight toward Remi. Remi allows her to dart past her, whipping around to see the woman hit the ropes...Ooo~? What was the Brawling Bear up to? Rebounding off the ropes? Ohhh~...Oh yeah, this was going to hurt...but Remi WANTED every piece of the woman. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...." She muttered under her breath, eyes starting to widen slightly with anticipation. Bashi winds up splashing across her with her Lou Thesz Press, crashing across the ram-themed wrestler's upper body and face, flattening her to the canvas with a loud -BOOM- that leaves the ring SHAKING, almost causing the referee to slip over and fall. Remi releases a stern grunt before giving Bashira a pleased moan. "Mmmm~...I figured you'd wind up on top...in more ways than one~...Not that I mind~." She said, grinning and running a hand along Bashira's thigh, enjoying the moment for all its worth.

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Deceiving Remi with the shoulder charge fake out could have been considered bad sportsmanship, but much like how Bashira would trip other girls with an extended leg whenever running track in gym class, Bash was having too much fun playing the game her own way to be concerned with honorable tactics. And this was about as enjoyable a time Bashira has ever had within the squared circle that didn't involve pin-up models in leotards scrambling to breathe underneath three-hundred pounds of pure unadulterated badass. Questions about the integrity of the ring continuing to be bandied abut backstage after the Bear-Woman miraculously jumped high enough to tank herself down across the squished Ram-A-Lamb. A quirked eyebrow on Bash's face from Ram moaning more in ecstasy than agony, but smirking with an amused chuckle down at Ram's well-worded quip. "Heh, well...I do tend to get what I want. Or rather, who I want..." Bash's panted words whispered close enough to probably start fogging up Ram's glasses in case the squished situation didn't do that already. "Key is...just how badly do ya wanna stay as my bottom, and if ya got what it takes to still be askin' for more by the time I'm done~..." Bashira fleeting words coming with the Bear-Woman standing over Ram, and attempting a no-frills belly-flopping splash back down on her with the referee this time coming along to start a pin count if successful.

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"Mmm, I'm willing to take as much as you're capable of giving me." Remi responded nonchalantly, openly accepting Bashira's little 'challenge' to see how much she could handle. Her face reddens a little more as she stares into the eyes of the intense Bear-Woman. "Make no mistake though, Bashi~...just because I'm okay with being on the bottom doesn't mean I don't know how to 'rock the boat' and change things up...So if you're gonna earn me...better squash me real nice and hard before we go and 'hibernate' together...Otherwise, you'll find out why they call me the 'BAAAH-ttering Ram'..." Remi jokes before Bashira proceeds to jump up from a standing position to SPLASH down on top of the ram-themed wrestler, causing another shake in the ring as the three-hundred pounds of grizzly beef and muscle comes crashing down on the equally large-bodied Ram's figure. The referee is once again knocked over from the resulting shockwave but manages to get to their feet again to count the pin as Bashi covers a softly moaning Remi.

"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"

"-...BREAK!!!"

At the last second, Remi kicks out, shifting her shoulder off the mat while staring Bashira in the eyes. "Not...-huff-...quite~..." She muttered. It was clear the Splash had taken a fair amount out of the woman. However, Remi still had some gas in the tank...for someone so casual and forward about how horny and sensual she could be, it was a little bizarre to see her get so serious at times as she managed to push Bashira off to the side to create some space.

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By now the referee was learning to brace herself by clamping onto the ropes whenever a meteoric splashdown was imminent, lest the official find herself tripping over her own feet from the earthquaking tremors within the ring. Hefty heavyweights like them could make even the most rudimentary of maneuvers become devastating calamities with match ending potential. Bashira herself can attest to having scored victories over pancaked adversaries with just a simple standing splash before, let alone two if you count the preceding Lou Thesz press. Centering her muscled plumpness directly atop the splayed-out Ram, Bashira figured this seismic squash would end in the same victorious way. Just when she was thinking how much of a shame that would be considering how much fun she was having sharing breathes with the moaning ram buried beneath her blubbered mass...Remi proved herself made of sterner stuff,

The Ram jostling herself free to the surprise of a decent portion of the LAW arena. Bashira included, now settling herself to the side on one knee with a stunned expression that shifted into a satisfied smirk. "Heh, you know...for a ram...you really are a stubborn old goat. But I think that's what I'm starting to like about ya, Ram-A-Lamb." Bashira uttered as she hefted herself up of her knee at a lethargic pace, winded as well but this just comes with the turf for athletes of their substantial size. At first escorting a disheveled Remi back to her feet in a side headlock and walking them towards a corner turnbuckle, laying the Ram against it back first and nudging their massive bulk together. "Keep this up and I might just start fallin for ya, and I don't just mean flattening you into the canvas..." Whispered against the nape of Remi's neck, before Bash would rear one leg back and mash the side of her thigh into her foe's stomach.

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"As stubborn...as I am horny...and I think I'm REALLY in the mood right now.." Remi responded as she lay on the canvas, letting out a tired, exasperated huff. She was dragged to her feet by the bear-like woman and forced into a tight headlock as Bashira continued to hold dominion over the currently gassed-out ram-themed grappler. Remi tried to shake and resist with little to no success, barely loosening Bashira's at worst and only delaying the inevitable for a fraction of a second at best. It wouldn't take Bashi much longer as she tossed the Ram into the nearest corner, trapping her against her with her body weight, jostling Remi's equally rotund, thick figure with her own as she nudged and cuddled against her. Bashira's actions stimulated the Ram, causing her to shiver and moan as she held onto her, clinging obsessively to the Bear as she blushed. When Bashira backed up, Remi was treated to a hard yet satisfying gut check as Bashira rammed the side of her thighs and hips into Remi's midsection, forcing a stiff wheeze out of the already spent Ram, who nearly fell in the corner upon impact, Bashira's body and the tense corner ropes providing support for the Ram who currently stood on jelly legs.

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Suffice to say that at this point in the match Bashira absolutely shared in some of Remi's horndog inclinations, although for Bashira it was for a few extra reasons all her own. Like how Remi's squirming struggles accomplished little else aside from highlighting how much free reign Bash possessed over the frazzled Ram at the moment. All those quaking quivers whenever their titanic figures swelled up against the other. Now Bashira was curious as to how high a squealing pitch of ecstasy Remi could make under the right sensual circumstances, or if it would even be audible beneath the seated and unbearable weight of Bash's massive backside. It appeared to the Bear-Woman that only time will tell as she settled against Remi briefly but dislodged her thigh from her foe's pudgy midsection...gradually backpedaling to about the middle of the ring. Taking a second to catch her own breath where with one sumo styled smack to her bulbous belly, Bash would sprint dead ahead with a belly splash like a hurtling calamity. "Heh, how's that mood treating' ya right now?" Bashira sultrily remarked with the sweat caked pairing squashed together once more. Except now with Bash beginning to mark her prize with suckled necking against Remi's neck, one clawed hand clasping onto the side of the Ram's jiggling rump for good measure.

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Remi was SQUASHED yet again by Bashira's mighty, rotund figure. The Ram was left semi-disheveled by the Bear's weight-based assault. She had to give her one thing, Bashi knew how to throw her weight around...and GOD was it fucking sexy. The British, glasses-wearing wrestler was gasping for air in between her aching groans, sandwiched between Bashira's warm, sweaty, tubby form and the rough, padded edges of the corner's turnbuckle which creaked with every slight motion from the two big-bodied behemoths. Remi was trying to get her head back in the game...but she was struggling to do so...especially with Bashira now sharing in her sensual provocations, feeding into the Ram's obsessive, casually horny attitude and personality. After leaving Remi high and dry in the corner before, the Bear decided to treat her horned, heavy sandbag to a special little treat. With that dominant, mocking tone in her voice, Bashira addressed the wheezing, blushing, dazed wrestler before settling her teeth and lips against Remi's neck, suckling on it and eliciting squealing moans from the Ram as she groped that wobbly, thick ass of Remi's in the process, making the British wrestler squirm even more as she wrapped her arms around Bashira's wear, mouth agape as the ecstasy of the moment felt so...damn...GOOD!!!

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Embracing new wrestling strategies wasn't exactly a foreign concept to Bashira. Being dared to ascend to the top turnbuckle by smart mouthed colleagues during a training session was how Bash came to the realization of how much meteoric damage she could do from up her, hence her Bear Mountain finisher. But rarely were the times she adapted new strategies in the middle of a match, let alone those coaxed out of Bash by her opponents in the first place. She had to admit though, raising the temperature with Remi was opening her eyes to the potentials inherit with making you adversary weak in the knees from something other than a haymaker. Bash's roaming hand hiking up Remi's leotard to showcase a half thonged backside that quaked and quivered just as much as the rest of her, two husky mammoths smushed together albeit with one obviously buckling against the suckling will of the other. Bashira tasting the neck of her absolutely flustered British prey who started melting against the corner turnbuckle and getting her own taste of the monster she created by making Bash embrace her sensual cravings. "Hope those glasses of yours will make it easier to see...that this is just the beginning of what I got in store for you, Rem~..." Bashira whispered with one emphatic gut thrust and intentionally making the Ram-Lady heave out a girlish moan~...