Annabelle Le Roux vs. Bianca Valentine - "Anna-bell-e is ringing"

[DizzyKnight]

The feeling of being lifted and handled so effortlessly by her opponent would be pinned into Annabelle's mind. It would serve as a helpful reminder as to what would inevitably happen if she tried to fight the colossal self-proclaimed queen in head-to-head grappling in the way she was so used to with other girls of her own size. Unsurprisingly, Anna believed the match was a foregone conclusion, and hadn't done any research or training into lightweight vs heavyweight matches, so wasn't well educated in just what such a large weight difference meant.

Bianca, of course, would kindly and gladly be willing to teach her everything she needed to know. Like an unstoppable bull, Bianca rushed across the ring towards her weakened opponent, with thunderous footsteps that vibrated through the ring. She'd swing her arms out to try and grab a tight hold of one of Anna's slim arms, but would find nothing but air. Countering her opponent's decision to charge straight on, and in the style of a matador, Annabelle had swiftly twirled to the side!

As soon as she had finished her dodge, the comparatively tiny brunette would crouch down like a spring and leap up as high as she could, trying to catch her legs around Bianca's head, swing all of her weight backwards with as much force as her small figure could muster, and attempt to flip the big woman over with a hurricanrana! If it worked out, she'd simply sit atop Bianca's shoulders with her hands on her hips to apply a pin.

[SubtleRoar]

*Given how massive Bianca was in comparison to her diminutive adversary, she thought nothing of it to blitzkrieg directly into the petite powerhouse; she could easily endure any form of counter she Anna had up her sleeve, and given how petrified she must have been from almost being humiliated so early on in the skirmish, perhaps this would be the perfect opportunity to ingrain the lesson Bianca had been trying to each from the genesis of the fight: Never challenge the sumo queen, when you can barely consider yourself a lightweight. As she closed in on her minuscule prey, Bianca lunged forward and soared through the air, only to narrowly miss her target and come crashing down into the turnbuckle with a resounding* "THWUMP!"

"Gguuhhh...o..ouch..." *She plaintively whimpered, unable to maintain her footing as she attempted to collect her jumbled senses, until she suddenly felt a pair of supple thighs latch down around her neck.* "W..wait..what the...?!" *Before she could even realize what was going on, her entire frame was sent staggering sideways at a blisteringly fast pace, before spiraling through the air and landing on her backside.* "GGRRHH!" *Bianca whined, the stinging sensation feeling like a shotgun blast through her body. It didn't take Anna much effort to straddle the downed islander once she had executed her move, which prompted the official to start counting.*

"ONE!..." *As the butterflies in her stomach and spots in her eyes began to subside, Bianca finally recognized the situation she was in- That insufferable tart had managed to gain the upper hand! This was unacceptable, especially for a dignified queen such as herself. The instant the ref approached* "TWO!" *Bianca furiously exploded upwards, nearly sending Anna flying as she hissed with just a sliver of anger in her voice.* "How DARE you! The atrocities you've committed against me are inadmissible!"

[DizzyKnight]

Sitting atop Bianca's enormous, unmoving figure in such a nonchalant and casual manner made for quite a powerful photograph. Something most of the audience appeared to agree on, apparently, given the sudden flurry of camera flashes. The image of the small European lady dominantly posing over Bianca's trembling figure would go on to dominate wrestling news articles for the few days after the fight, regardless of the actual outcome of the match.

However, it didn't last especially long, as before the referee could even finish declaring the two count, Anna was suddenly punted backwards by Bianca's violent kick-out! She'd land on her own shoulders, and then let her momentum carry her, with her knees bumping up against her shoulders before sliding off onto the canvas, and the rest of her body following quickly behind it until the brunette was kneeling on one foot.

"The only 'atrocities' committed here are your attempts at sounding more important than you are. Oh, and that hideous outfit of yours." she'd reply while pushing up to her feet, and sweeping her ponytail over her shoulder in a casual, taunting gesture as one hand rested on her hip. "Let me show you how a real lady should fight."

And with that, Annabelle rushed across the ring towards Bianca, standing as tall as she could to try and bait out an attack like a clothesline or strike. If one came, she'd quickly bend over and sweep her torso underneath it harmlessly, hop up onto the middle rope behind the enormous woman, and come flying back at her, aiming to swing her boot right into Bianca's muscular belly!

[SubtleRoar]

"..W..What did you just say!?!" *throughout the lengthy and illustrious career the kingston queen had enjoyed up to this point, she had held one thing in higher regard than her status as the undisputed matriarchy of law- Her fabulous, although slightly eccentric, ensemble. She had spent countless hours hand stitching it, alongside her close compatriot Kieda, in a valiant effort to perfectly mimic the deceptively tricky pattern of a bumble bee, hence her nickname "Queen Bee". Such a seemingly trivial insult from Anna would have been easily deflected by almost anyone else; unfortunately for her however, Bianca was cut from a more unique, and as the belligerent belle would soon find out, aggressive cloth.*

"This is genuine silk, woven by the finest seamstress to ever grace this pathetic excuse for a wrestling organization, you haughty little puke!" *Bianca lashed out, maintaing her demeanor as best as a chided woman could possibly hope to do as the freshly inflicted wound was beginning to erode her composure. Bianca gradually returned to her feet, but not before Anna would take the initiative and summersault towards her once more. With her mind beginning to slip into a cavity of sheer malice, Bianca vowed to leaving a lasting impression on this insufferable twat if it was the last thing she ever did!*

"That's right...just a little closer.." *The jamaican giant began plotting her strategic approach to Anna's aggressive pounce, intending to utilize her prodigious size to its full effect. Immediately before the lilliputian flyer made contact, Bianca anchored her enormous feet against the surface of the ring, becoming an immovable object that almost nobody could budge.* "Gotcha!" *She exclaimed, ripping her foe from the sky while simultaneously ensnaring her inside of a vicious bearhug, beginning to snap her spine like a twig. In the midst of her unmitigated loathing of her adversary, Bianca had forgotten to include her arms within the submission maneuver, but she thought little of it as the excruciating pain that came with any, crushing embrace she executed was more than effective at immobilizing whatever prey was foolish enough to blunder into her grip.*

[DizzyKnight]

In hindsight, it became clear to Anna that trying to land an aerial against someone who likely lifts more than your entire body weight as a warmup, especially when said person is fully aware of what you're doing, is not a very good idea. Again punished by her inexperience with fighting huge opponents, Annabelle hadn't at all expected Bianca to simply ignore the kick to land her own attack.

And then suddenly her slender, small, gymnast's figure was tightly squeezed up against Bianca's firm abdomen, and enough pressure was applied to her spine that it felt as though her entire body may break in two at any moment. Anna simply froze, completely tensed up with her eyes wide and jaw dropped, a very very clear expression of complete agony on her face as her hands simply rested atop Bianca's arms.

It would occur to her later, during an equally painful visit to her chiropractor, that this was the first bearhug she'd ever had used against her. It probably wouldn't be the last, but it absolutely set a sky-high example for how bad they could be. She desperately wanted to tap, but the idea of submitting to such a disgraceful excuse for a woman as Bianca, in her mind, made her feel physically ill. Or maybe that was just her insides being squeezed together.

Not wanting to tap, and not wanting to be broken in two, Anna finally came to the realisation that she absolutely had to do something to get away. Her right hand snapped up and started to push and claw at Bianca's face, while her left helplessly pawed at the woman's powerful arms and hands, her own body too tightly tensed to offer much assistance as her legs simply rested on Bianca's waist and trembled violently.

[SubtleRoar]

"Grrhhh..h..hold still..y..you intolerable...t..twat!" *Bianca snarled, refusing to let such a slender, gaunt measuring stick of a wrestler attempt to get the better of her. As she continued to compress Anna's sides like a steamroller flattening freshly laid pavement, Bianca took an excessive amount of delight in witnessing the pretentious patrician with relative ease. Unfortunately for the matriarch of Montego Bay, Anna's resiliency would gradually prove to be far more irksome than Bianca could have ever imagined, as the palpable intensity between them was beginning to increase rapidly.*

"Nnnh..f.fine..y..you want to be relinquished so badly?" *Bianca cackled, as a sinister cackle escaped her lips. She tilted her head ever so slightly, recognizing the vast amount of empty ring directly behind her, before heaving Anna upwards and completely off of her feet.* "Then pack your bags, because it's time I sent you flying!" *She exclaimed, squatting downwards and slanting her knees forward before tossing Annabelle over her head for a wickedly devastating overhead suplex!*

*The crowd responded with thunderous applause, as even they could detect the ambient detestation between these fierce competitors. It wasn't an everyday encounter, where both women were constantly at each others throats, attempting to outdo one another at every opportunity. For now though, it seemed as if Bianca had gained the upper hand, as her gargantuan body fell backwards while Anna's coasted through the air, courtesy of the sovereign slammer herself.*

[DizzyKnight]

Thankfully, and rather surprisingly, Bianca's hold broke before Annabelle's bones did. Not so fortunately for the lightweight, it was broken because Bianca didn't think it hurt enough. Crushing the young lady's model-esque figure all the while, Bianca crouched down low, and then sprang up and backwards, following perfectly the motions for a suplex that may well have put Anna to bed for the night.

May have, but rather than allow the audience to find out, Anna's gymnastics instincts took hold of her nimble frame, and her arms came out forwards to catch herself and keep her body moving over the canvas rather than into it. She slid a little and almost lost her balance, but just about managed to wheel herself down onto her feet, the incredible momentum behind the throw forcing her to stumble and trip back into the far corner.

Anna was now panting and sweating on top of her pained trembling, the bearhug having set her back quite a bit when it came to stamina, something that was quite a problem even without assistance for such a small body. She'd have to act more careful, or Bianca could simply trade blow for blow and beat her through attrition, likely without even breaking a sweat. And of course, by this point, the idea of losing to Bianca was the best motivator Anna could have.

"Freakishly strong, perhaps you are a man in disguise?" she'd throw at Bianca, her tone sharp and insulting, yet also shaking as her body was overwhelmed with adrenaline.

[SubtleRoar]

"Grrhh..w..what..d..did you just say, you vile little RUNT?!" *Bianca barely had any time to recuperate before Anna was back to her usual habits of hurling insults at anything and everything within her immediate proximity. That, however, would prove to be an effective tactic against the mammoth matriarch, as her weight was a somewhat sensitive issue for her- While she wasn't what many would properly consider fat or obese, rather more curvaceous from the intense workout regiments she engaged in, the amount of detestation in Anna's voice spurred something that lurked deep inside of the irate islander.*

"I'm going to trample overtop of you like the foul little cockroach you are!" *She screeched, disregarding any pretenses of strategy or tactical approach while replacing it with pure, unsated rage. Her leviathan frame charging towards the svelte Anna, Bianca was instantly reminded of what transpired last time- She needed to contain this feeling of sheer rage consuming her every action, and promptly did so by furrowing her eyebrows and attempting to tackle Anna to try and discombobulate her.*

"This is for demeaning my sense of style, you worthless little skank!" *Bianca attempted to press her prodigious physique forward, trying to keep her momentum going by toppling Anna with a blitzkrieg rush; hopefully, this time around, her target would be too disoriented to pirouette out of her range; otherwise, this might end disastrously yet again.*

[DizzyKnight]

In hindsight, it maybe wasn't an extraordinarily smart plan to taunt Bianca at this very moment. Annabelle was still recovering from the devastating effects of the bearhug, her small and rather fragile body trying to cope with the overwhelming amount of damage Bianca had dealt her in such a short time. Her legs weren't fully responsive, and still trembled, and her back ached. However, the huge woman's claims at nobility were plain offensive to the acrobatic French girl, and her ability to toss Anna around almost at will built onto that, and so emotions (particularly anger!) were running rampant.

As much as she'd have loved to stand her ground and repeatedly slap Bianca across the face until she learned to respect her superiors, she knew Bianca would simply go straight through her like a bulldozer through a wood fence, and she'd probably end up losing. For the moment, there was no greater motivation to Anna than the threat of actually losing this particular fight. So instead of going head-to-head, she slipped back and dropped out of the ring, staring with murderous intent at Bianca as she circled the outside of the ring, listening to the referee count.

"Are we finally hitting the end of your vocabulary? I believe I said it before, but I cannot insult your sense of style, if such a thing does not exist!" Anna would hurl back, almost spitting the words out by the time her sentence finished, while her thick French accent added considerably to her upper-class and pompous speech. "Come and get me you glorified shoe-shiner! Else I'll beat you senseless with your own plastic crown!"

[SubtleRoar]

*Deciding that verbally jousting with a ragamuffin pleb such as Annabelle would be not only a waste of her invaluable time, but her precious air as well, as she was still considerably weaker than she was prior to entering this fray. And, as she had anticipated, Anna decided not to plant her feet and face the music like a true wrestler would, but instead opted out for a moment of respite away from the clash they were engaging in. Managing to skid to a full stop before barreling over the top rope, Bianca merely lingered for a moment before giving her rival a passive wave, snickering aloud at her brazen cowardice.*

"Oh, and play right into your little trap? I think not, you scrawny toothpick of counterfeit opulence!" *She lashed out, twirling on the tips of her toes to give Annabelle a nice, clear view of her plump derriere while she began shifting from side to side in a rhythmic fashion. Although, in her mind, she had hoped that this would repulse the diminutive damsel, she knew that the crowd of slovenly patrons would adore every moment of her succulent meat, and she couldn't have been more accurate with that assumption as droves of inebriated males began hollering and chanting her name. Bianca knew this would bolster her popularity, potentially digging underneath the thin skin of her adversary as well.*

"Come and get me, if you think you've got what it takes!" *She hummed out in a jaunty tune, as the surrounding audience continued to slowly clap along with her seductive movements. "B *clap clap* AAANCA!" *They cheered, augmenting her popularity amongst the attendees while simultaneously aggravating Annabelle all the while.*