Power Play: Marlee Jackson vs Moira Pandela

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I Quit! Match
Victory by Verbal Submission Only

Marlee stretched languidly backstage, ready to get to grips with her next opponent. The curvy Kiwi wore her classic orange singlet with long blue gloves and boots to go with it, and was excited at the prospect of her next match. Her coming opponent might have been bigger and heavier, but she didn't seem like a hugely skilled individual, and Marlee hoped to take full advantage of that.

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As soon as her entrance music Skillet - Sick of It sounded she was off, racing out through the curtains and onto the LAW ramp. Raising both hands into the sky, she let out an excited whoop and bounded down towards the ring, slapping high fives with the fans as she went before launched herself under the bottom rope into the ring. She rolled to her knees, curling her arms up to her shoulders to flex her biceps, before standing up. She took up her position at the center of the ring, ready and waiting for her opponent to join her.

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Moira Pandela, as ever, was in the swellest of moods. Having sized Marlee up a whopping two minutes before she was set to do battle with her, the heavyweight emerged with her arms wide, as if to hug and wave to everyone in the crowd all at once.

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Her figure tightly clad in what she deemed to be her 'safest' choice of attire, Moira's curves were still barely contained as she strutted down the ramp. Hand on her hip and smile a mile wide, Moira was sizing Marlee up even more so as she made her descent.

"Hmmm...Yes...This will do very nicely..."

A mutter made to herself that went unheard to all around her, Moira's approval of the body she'd soon be tangling with was rather apparent. Sliding her figure through the ropes, having clambered onto the apron, Moira held herself strongly before Marlee, as if to pose for her!

"No hard feelings yeh? None at all?!" Moira hummed out, evidently in quite a confident mood today!

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Marlee watched Moira's entrance with some amusement. Her opponent was certainly bigger than her, but she didn't seem to have any kind of killer instinct whatsoever. She watched the larger woman enter the ring, raising an eyebrow as Moira struck a pose in front of her, confidence oozing from every inch of her curvy body.

"No hard feelings?" Marlee replied. "I haven't done anything to ya yet, lady." She grinned deviously. "But don't worry - I will. You just keep that sunny attitude and maybe this won't go too badly for you, huh?"

Nodding to the referee to indicate her readiness, Marlee sank into her wrestling crouch, arms outstretched, eager to get to grips with her voluptuous adversary. "Okay, friend, let's get this show on the road!"

As the bell rang Marlee raced forward, hoping to catch Moira off guard with a quick charge and gain the advantage in a grapple as she sought to wrench the bigger woman's head down and forward into a headlock.

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Moira found her foe not only to be confident as well, but more so eager than her! Grinning as her tall foe ran towards her with no time to spare, Moira had barely been given a moments notice that the bell was indeed rung, before she found a set of arms around her head in search of a headlock. Smugly muttering all the while, Moira responded to those grappling efforts in the calmest way possible.

By practically letting it happen!

Lowly giggling as she felt her foes frame against her own, Moira simply looked to get her arms softly around Marlee's sides in a side waistlock, simply to stop her own frame from being tossed over or brought down!

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Marlee initially felt a surge of triumph when she succeeded in pulling Moira down into a swift, tight headlock - the curvy Kiwi wrestler quickly trying to exert her control on the match.

However, when she tried to follow up by tossing her voluptuous adversary down to the mat, she found herself struggling to make any impact as Moira took a gentle yet firm grip of her trim waist, holding herself in place. Over and over Marlee tried to sling the bodacious woman to the ground, only to have her stay upright, utterly unfazed by the attempts.

"Think this is a joke?!" she exclaimed shrilly, attempting to pull Moira with her into a run with the intention of trying to tug the big woman off balance and slam her into a bulldog against the canvas.

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"Of course!" Moira roared out, though fully understanding why Marlee wanted to make things a shade more serious. Not everyone came with as playful intent as Moira after all. Some not at all.

Finding her strong foe forcing momentum on her frame, Moira's thick bodied stance would come undone, as Marlee simply had the better stance to work with. Soon enough Moira would find her top half pulled forward altogether, bringing her feet off the canvas as her body was driven into the canvas with that running bulldog attempt.

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Marlee let out a triumphant yell as she managed to paste Moira into the canvas with her bulldog, leaving the other woman flat on her front. She scrambled upright, grinning and raising her clenched fists skyward in a display for the fans.

"Not laughing now, huh?" she quipped, casting a disdainful glance down at her opponent. Stooping down, she grabbed Moira's ankles.

With a groan of exertion she would attempt to roll Moira onto her back before sitting down at the big wrestler's feet. Taking Moira's left leg, she wrapped her legs around it and tucked Moira's foot under her arm before leaning back, attempting to trap her opponent in a leglock to begin wearing her down!

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Moira may have been quite the confident gal, and a tough nut to crack at that, but she was more than aware of her weakness. Holds that worked against her near non-existent flexibility were near doubly effective, and the same could be said of her vulnerable limbs. Naturally then, even in her disorientation, when Marlee came in with intent to lock and twist her leg, Moira bucked and kicked!

Grunting and groaning like a child throwing a tantrum, Moira put her hands either side of her to try and pull her frame back, scooting in the direction Marlee wasn't, ideally before she could fully get around her leg!

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Marlee tried to get Moira's limb fully trapped in place, but before she could exert any pressure on the hold her bigger adversary started struggling wildly. She tried to cling on, but after a few seconds Moira ripped free of her grasp, scooting away and leaving Marlee to fall backwards against the canvas as she lost her purchase.

Cursing inwardly, Marlee scrambled upright, taking up her wrestling stance in preparation for Moira rising once more. When the buxom wrestler rose, Marlee would once again rush forward, this time trying to grab her in a collar and elbow tie up and attempting to force her backwards.

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The two rose in tandem, but it was Marlee whom was taking this considerably more seriously. She had a look of eagerness to her face, one that was based around rag-dolling and beating down the cushy frame before her for a solid victory on her record. Moira on the other hand, just wanted fun. Even if her brand of fun was somewhat effective in rendering her foes incapable of fighting, thereby inadvertently declaring her the winner.

When Marlee rushed in for a standard tie-up, she'd find Moira's style coming into play, as those chubby arms rose not to grip back, but to wrap around her more slender foe. Pulling Marlee close, Moira would seek to counter that tie-up attempt with an outright embrace, as their two tall frames ground and rubbed for space.

"Gotcha..."