Moira Pandela Vs. Takao Okimoto - A Rub A Day

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Vs.

Verbal Submission Only.
Pinfall And KO Rule Is Not In Effect. A KO Does Not End The Match.
Bikini Attire.

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"Well. Hellooooo there..."

Gazing upon a picture of the figure she'd be facing tonight, Moira could barely contain her heart within her giant chest. Cheeks blushing at the mere idea of grinding against such a prominent figure, in a match that favoured a somewhat lengthy end for the durable sort, Moira had not even bothered to equip a robe that was somewhat hand-in-hand to any wrestler due to fight in skimpy attire.

And underwear certainly fit the bill of skimpy.

Emerging to a skip and with her arms raised, Moira's great mood seemed to carry out into the crowd, as members of the audience seemed both receptive towards the smiling, happy beauty, and the fact her amazingly large assets were out for all to see.

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Descending to the ring, with a image still in her mind of the equally sized figure she'd soon be fighting, Moira would find herself dead centre of the ring; turning to face the ramp with her chest pushed out and hands to her hips.

Chances of victory? Somewhat high, she'd confidently state.

Chances of fun? Absolute certainty.

Chance of this bout being more than a simple pressing of tall, busty figures? Well...

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When Takao entered the ring, the mood was a bit different. The music and lights were what one would expect of a big name and well funded projection but the woman herself did not seem like the type who'd normally be found in such a place. She had the body; curvy yet lined with smooth muscles, especially concentrated around her incredibly thick thighs. Her breasts were quite large and compared to Moira's, less floppy; for a woman of 33 they retained their shape unusually well. Some might have said implants but the perk was far from exaggerated. Yet it was her expression; not quite cold but far from welcoming that drew more attention from wrestlers and fans alike.

There was conviction and purpose behind it as well as a quiet cunning. Her eyes travelled quickly before they settled upon Moira and her gait was orderly, almost militaristic, if not for the purposeful sway of her hips. Her plump rear seemed by far to be the softest part of her body and her blue underwear rode up it just enough to hint at the entirety of her buttcheeks. The cups of her bra held better; appropriately sized for such a large pair. They jiggled just a little as she went over the middle rope to her side of the ring.

She did not seem impressed by Moira; her head was raised slightly, perhaps leaning backwards in her corner as she nonchalantly displayed her body in all its matured glory. It was a false calm upon her features; something that hid a much sharper personality.

When the bell rung and it was go time, Takao took off against the ropes, her shoulder and head whipping forwards and hints of a smirk upon her features. Her body however lowered itself, her centre of gravity dropping as she neared a crouch. Nearing Moira, she wouldn't go for the traditional lock-up as Takao's body suddenly whipped around and spun. It was a flash of motion that even cameras would have trouble catching but more experienced eyes would know. With the vicious speed of a blade being swung, Takao's right leg swung in a circular arc, its heel shooting sideways in a deadly reverse kick aimed right at Moira's right hipbone!

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Moira watched with keen intent as Takao appeared, scanning each and every inch of the figure before her. She already knew she would be a match in size alone, now was the issue of discerning just where the mighty figure held advantages over Moira beyond the matching stature. Breasts, whilst perkier, and firmer, would likely meet a wall of flesh in comparison to Moira's simply giant pair. Takao's pair likely wouldn't concave without some major effort, but with a chest the size of her opponent, such would be the minimum.

The rest of the figure before the brunette noticeably jiggled less, something that both raised an eyebrow from the bustier figure, and a tongue to her lips. Takao's figure didn't appear to be the form that would feel like iron when pressed against oneself, but it certainly wouldn't be as malleable or mold-able as Moira's completely soft curves.

Passing over her analysis, the time for fighting it seemed was at hand, as Moira seemed intent on a more traditional lock-up with her plump figure strutting forward. There was no better way to discern the flexibility and overall firmness of a foe she figured, than by attempting to either press or squeeze against it.

To her mild frustration however, Takao set out with speed somewhat unfitting of her size, as Moira's head was forced to pivot simply to follow where the figure was going. A raised leg later, and the brunette would find herself victim to the first blow of the match, with her hip ringing out as if it was a bell just struck. Turning as she waddled back, Moira couldn't resist bringing a hand down for a quick rub to soothe the mild ache, before straightening up. With that free hand of hers extending, she'd now goad the giant towards her, seemingly having no answer for hit-and-run attacks packed with speed beyond simply teasing her foe to initiate otherwise.

"Don't be scared...little kitten...you don't have to claw out at me..."

[LunarOcean]

"You will be meek and mellow soon."

Takao followed up soon, swinging around to the right to track the recently battered leg, circling her like a hungry shark. She looked smaller, almost at the upper end of the middleweights when she was crouched, but she was no less intimidating as she sent deadly jabbing kicks at that leg. Much of the audience was surprised; they'd expected a brute and a tyrant in the ring, but this Japanese woman had a careful aggression that was more associated with those smaller and faster than her.

Yet one would be mistaken if she lacked the strength of those of her class. Her next kick would be a vicious slicing motion but this time, she had a specific target; namely the back of Moira's leg. The intent was not to topple her but make her bend her knee. That would be enough for her.

For Takao's leg was not going to remove itself from the back of Moira's. The intent was to cause Moira's back thigh to close around Takao's leg but Takao herself would go to ground, snaking her leg and rubbing it through the mushy mass of those deliciously thick thighs. Ensnaring her legs in one quick and dextrous motion, she would lean back and pull it out sideways as her own entangled and locked it up, her free leg pressing its heel against Moira's other one to stop her from bringing both together. It was a staple for her; a leg split meant to pry a waist apart!

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Moira and the crowd both it seemed, her thoroughly caught out by the practically-dancing heavyweight now exerting her figure around the greater one. The heavier, curvier Moira simply had no response for the attack she was now victim to; crouching and swiping in vain at a leg that swung in and out without so much as an issue, cutting down the tree as it were before her with Moira being forced to find the nearby ropes simply to avoid the ground.

"You little..." Turning once more to a foe behind her and rapidly approaching, an extended hand of Moira's would find its target, but not without Takao finding hers. Legs wrapping around the meaty pair of Moira's, the heavyweight found herself letting loose a yelp of surprised agony as her legs were forced apart; top heavy frame now somewhat unsupported, as she was forced into a somewhat ballerina like curtsy!

[LunarOcean]

Laying against the ground, all Takao needed to do was simply tilt to the side of Moira's back to bring her to the ground, cranking the curvier girl's ankle outwards and twisting it to further damage her balance. When and if Moira fell backwards, Takao would put her into an excruciating kneebar but with an added sensual twist. Takao's thighs perhaps weren't as large as Moira's but they had something she lacked in general; musculature. There was a smile on her features as she slowly shimmied her thighs down Moira's until the thickest portions of both pressed into one another, Moira's folding around the dense musculature of the larger heavyweight's.

Already entrapped in her legs, Moira would feel dense meatiness crush and rub into her own inner thighs, nudging at first then digging in and scrubbing near her nethers. Powerful muscles flexed and crushed, easily mashing through layers of softness to tease and grind against whatever thickness and semi-muscle existed in Moira's legs. It was a very particular kind of pleasure; not crushing but teasing with those muscled lengths of muscle scrubbing diligently, finding where she was the thickest and servicing it first with deep presses then careful rubs. The sort that weren't trying to crush her to the bone but push back until there was just enough resistance Moira would need to tense and strain to resist, then naughtily rubbing aroused skin for the most effect.

And with Takao's size and strength, it would not be easy to brute force out of the grip of another powerful, heavy woman.

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To the surprise of no-one, Moira's extreme lack of flexibility did not change in the slightest as her foe brought her to the ground, hooking around her leg in a manner that had it been anyone smaller attempting such, Moira would of likely pushed free in seconds. But with a foe of equal size latching upon her leg like a koala bear, Moira could but wince as her thick and ample thigh was manoeuvred, before her foe opted to up the ache.

"KYAAA!" Eyes clenching shut as her first great experience of pain was felt within LAW, the sensuality of the tender hold was lost on a girl whose leg was simply not made for bending such a way. With her nearest arm at first swiping in vain at Takao, Moira soon put what senses she had into motion, as she opted to reduce the ache on her frame ideally before she was crippled for the rest of the match itself.

Bringing her hands to her side, Moira would at the same time aim to extend her other leg out from the clenching holds of her foes own. Pressing the base of her free foot to the mat, with hands pushing alongside, Moira would aim to turn into the hold itself, which even with the weight of Takao's frame working against her, would be surprisingly easy given Moira's own use of leverage, weight and strength. Now facing her foe, she would at least have her leg no longer bent, albeit she had made no progress in yanking it from her foes grip.

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Takao realized when it was time to let go but she wasn't going to let Pandela get away unscarred... or unsmoothed. As her body straightened out, Pandela would feel the muscled thighs of Takao grinding hard and rough down her own, leaving a trail of warmth and arousal from her innermost thighs down to near her feet. The older heavyweight would roll away to stand, taking a short moment to view the effects of her handiwork.

"I can provide more; you sing well." Takao teased. Assuming Pandela was still shakey on her feet, Takao would attempt to move to her left side, grabbing her from the side to lift her over her shoulders! If this was successful, she would slam her back first to the mat.

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Moira had adjusted to the alien hold rather well, and rather quickly for her size, but the damage, if briefly applied, was done. She'd never in her life experience such sharp agony; hell, she didn't even think it was possible given the sheer thickness of her sides. This figure was trouble, for sure. But part of Moira, somewhat fiendishly, wanted to see what other alien experiences she could introduce her to.

Albeit, she had no intention of this encounter being completely one sided. Or even slightly.

Indeed standing with a shake to her step, Moira's hands came to her foe as she approached, only again to find speed in motion unfitting of such a figure of that size. Hoisted up as if her weight was nothing, Moira could but wrap her arms wherever they could; in a desperate attempt to pull Takao down with her as she came down. Back hitting the canvas with monstrous force, but from her own weight, and her foes power, Moira let loose a high pitched yelp, taking solace in the fact she had pulled Takao at-least partially down with her!

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So she had some skill; Takao managed a smirk as the balance she thought she had faltered and she felt her left leg buckle and give out. The neon light flared in her eyes and the hard mat greeted their backs with a ring shaking thud. She heard the ropes wobble and corners tremble just quietly over the roar of the crowd. The pain in her back, small but biting, settled in just a split moment afterwards. Moira was clinging onto her in a way that was somewhere between pathetic and infantile to her eyes; she was fortunate she hadn't gotten on top of her. Yet this situation was a little dangerous; even if Moira lacked her skill, raw weight and size alone were powerful weapons in the ground game.

The first rule of being on the ground was to control the leg game; even a bigger woman would have a problem if she couldn't properly angle her leverage. For Takao, it wasn't even an active thought process; it was instinctive to go for the legs the second she and another woman, regardless of size, both were on the mat. Takao's legs would aim to snap like crocodile jaws around Moira's, finding them large but flabby... and easily crushed together. She would immediately press up against her younger opponent, grabbing at her palms to press them above her head and capture her in a full body pin!