Moira Pandela vs Heather Sunderland

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Heather had quite the wide smirk on her face as she was able to get Moira into that position. She moved her arms to hook them around hers, almost as if she was setting her up for a pedigree, but she just kept her legs locked around her neck as much as she could. "Hmmm..Hope you don't mind me trying something out on you. I've only done this once and it worked quite well, but let's see if I can pull it off again." She said with quite the grin on her face.

She braced herself, planting her feet as firmly as she could on the mat, leaning back a little. She put her pressure back before she leaped up into the air with her legs still around her neck. She was attempting to get Moira to get up onto her knees and even pull her back a little, attempting to land with her hands planted on the mat before crossing and hooking her legs, attempting to lock in quite the unique figure-four headscissor hold.

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It wasn't the first time Moira had been scissored in such a manner, nor would it likely be the last. But even if one had experienced a neck scissors a hundred times, how could one prepare against it; you can't exactly strengthen your neck. Gasping all the same as a virgin to the hold would, Moira shook her head in amidst the grasp in order to halt daze setting in. Not that she'd ever actively admit it, save for a low comment in passing, but the power of Heather's thighs for her size were beyond surprising!

Still, given the match had barely gotten rolling, Moira neither intended to throw in the towel here and now, nor was her body prepared to. Even with the sudden adjustment from Heather; the addition of her weight as it were into the scissors, forcing Moira's head roughly against the canvas, didn't dispel the heavyweights efforts. Far from flexible, and amidst a moment of severe dizziness thanks to both an increasing lack of oxygen and her head roughly bumping the canvas, Moira opted for something risky.

Extending her legs behind her, Moira would place feet to the canvas, before somewhat pacing them forward, all with her head and upper torso still to the mat. With her legs coming closer and closer, Moira's curvaceous and thick rear would rise unsurprisingly to the point of oogling from the crowd. Taking what breath she could, Moira would then attempt the prior-risky manoeuvre she had schemed up; pushing hard on both legs, as she attempted something of a roll!

Her big frame awkwardly tumbling a little in the air, fully intending to drive her thighs, rear and lower back right into the top half of the woman who held her so tightly!

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Heather thought she had her in a position where she could work on her for a real good amount of time, all grins at the spot she had managed to get herself in. She bucked her hips, moving and arching to add more and more pressure on the girl's neck. She hummed slightly, wanting to brag, but she was conserving her own breath to keep it all towards putting that pressure on her.

What she certainly didn't expect is Moira really showing through with that strength and starting to move through it. Heather gulped hard, her heart pounding hard as she shook her head a bit. The thought was that maybe she should let og and abandon the hold, but she decided against it, keeping it locked in for as long as she could possibly manage.

She was panicking a little as she was able to get her feet onto the mat, her eyes widening when suddenly she pushed hard with her legs like that, tumbling through the air. Heather yelled and grunt out loudly as she ended up smooshed beneath her on the mat, her back slamming hard as she was sandwiched and squashed atop it. "G-guaahg!! Auhuaa!" She coughed and gasped, squirming a little beneath her as she groaned out from the pain.

[Devilish53]

In truth, had Moira not been so quickly deprived of air, she would have relished at the sight before her. A curvy, geourgous violet beauty laying there, jiggling and wiggling with her legs wrapped tightly around her head?

A perfect Saturday night, if ever there was one.

But with a escape both necessary and coming, Moira would simply have to find her joys elsewhere. Even now, with her entire figure pressing down upon the collarbone, neck and head of her foe, Moira found the momentum of her awkward roll carrying her weight forward. Only slightly, mind, but given that Moira's figure balancing atop Heather's considerably smaller one was like trying to balance a bowling ball on a marble, it was no surprise Moira was now mostly on the canvas!

Grunting to herself as she rubbed her neck, air returning to her, the buxom brunette tried to pivot albeit somewhat awkwardly in her seated posture to face Heather. She didn't have to be told twice of the fact that a free-roaming Heather would surely spend a quick loss for the heavyweight!

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Heather gasped out as Moira pretty much rolled off her, her body slightly sore from being squashed against the mat like that. She only was glad that with the counter Moira did, it propelled her further than just with her remaining atop her. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, gritting her teeth a little as she finally pushed herself up, stumbling slightly with her fighting to get herself up.

She grit her teeth a little as she watched her, huffing to herself as she was unable to keep that quite good offensive that she had on her. "Ngh...w-well that didn't get you very far, did it!" She let out, moving back a little before waiting for her to get up a little more.

She tried to get Moira up onto her knees, aiming to lock her arm around her head. She threw her leg backwards, kicking forward and attempting to use the momentum of that kick to slam her head into the canvas with a Snap DDT.

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Moira knew that had she managed to cover Heather intently and fully, the violet haired figure would have been made to pay for her scissors and then some. The weight difference between the two fighters was simply insane. With that been said, Moira had no intention of delivering a instant kill move as it were even if she believed such was possible. Heather seemed to have the durability to make any move only a medium success at best, and definitely the figure that required a lengthier touch as opposed to a instant ending.

Gasping yet still as she came to her knees, given space by Heather somewhat albeit with a yank of her shoulders to aid in the rise, Moira forced her figure awake just as her violet foe began to hook around her. Her vulnerable neck once more gripped, Moira's snap instinct was to hook her arms around the hips, sides and back of Heather the moment she came close.

That way, even when her lighter foe suddenly pulled back with Moira in her gasping state, the heavyweight could use her weight and natural figure to pull back, in an attempt to resist Heather's pull altogether!

"You..tell me...!"

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Heather yelped out loudly as she felt those arms around her waist and hips like that. With Heather's lack in any incredibly impressive upperbody strength, she found she was totally unable to pull back against Moira's attempts at pulling. She was trapped in the girl's arms, gritting her teeth a little in a panic as she released her head shortly after.

"S-shut up!" She let out, shaking her head as she brought her hands down to Moira's. She squirmed and writhed in her grip, her heart pounding hard as she was just desperately pulling and prying at her arms, just trying somehow to slip back and out of her grasp as she knew how bad it was to be fully captured by Moira.

[Devilish53]

Now that Moira had the girl trapped, atleast for the moment. the question of how she could obtain her own fun had risen once again. Although first, she fully intended to gain a taste of revenge, given her frame had still yet to reclaim all the air forced from her, nor had her neck halted in its throbbing.

Slowly but surely, using her own centre of gravity albeit with a slight bracing lean on her lighter foe, Moira would attempt to rise, with arms of course not halting with their intoxicatingly snug embrace of the cute figure. Clenching her hands at either elbows in an effort to reduce Heather's resistance, the moment Moira stood, if she stood at all of course without successful response from her crafty foe, the heavyweight would quickly begin to make pace.

Eyes already on the corner to the back of Heather, she'd drag or lift the beauty if need be alongside her, as she attempted to drive the violet haired wrestler back first into the canvas, with her softy, jiggly front hitting Heather's frame immediately after!

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Heather's eyes widened as Moira was starting to move up and get to her feet. She was in a slight panic, twisting and turning in her grasp, desperately trying to pull herself free. She was completely caught by her, a visible gulp appearing in her throat at her heart raced.

"H-hey hey!! Let go!" She whined out, shaking her head as she kept up her useless struggling. "Aauugh! D-damnit!" She cursed out, biting her lip as Moira set her plan into place, Heather completely helpless to what she was doing. It didn't help at all of course that those lovely curves were smoothing against her, making her blush deeply.

She yelped out as she got fully up, Heather driven hard into the canvas. "Guaah!!" She yelled out from the impact, unable to even relax for a second as Moira sandwiched her right after, Heather gasping as quite a bit of her air was driven out.

[Devilish53]

Moira successfully returned the favour she intended; with the ring now filled with a duo both short of breath. Albeit, one would be able to gain her own back, whilst purposefully exhaling her curvy, soft frame into the other to prevent her doing the same.

"Ghh..hey..you're the one who got all...chokey..." Hands to Heather's shoulders as she held the girl softly, Moira was intent on letting her weight do all the work. Not for long though, with plans already rushing through the heavyweights head about how to systematically albeit carefully try and dismantle the smaller figure and claim a satisfying win.

Although right now, she was more than happy to simply press against her; the warnings of the referee falling on death ears, as the official more suggested letting the violet go as opposed to outright enforcing it. The match didn't have any rules, after all.