Yuna Matou vs. Moira Pandela

[CaptainL]

Moira would be right about that. Yuna was used to fighting women much smaller and younger than herself - and while Moira might have been younger, she definitely wasn't smaller! Being able to face an opponent on such even ground was a new experience, but one she welcomed. And so far, Moira was hardly disappointing. Yuna couldn't remember the last time she had faced anyone as strong as she was, or who practiced a style so akin to her own. But the change of pace was exciting.

For sure, Yuna wouldn't have thought any of her prior opponents would have been able to lift her off her feet with as much ease as Moira had just now! This time, she was still weary, and Moira would be able to get in before she could counter with a move of her own. And soon enough, Yuna lifted off the ground, ensnared in Moira's arms! With a gasp, she looked around to try and gauge her position, all as the crowd cheered Moira for such an impressive display of strength!

[Devilish53]

Moira couldn't lift Yuna forever, and every second she held her big foe, her arms burned as if she were attempting some personal weight lifting record. She'd lifted bigger, if barely, but with her current stamina, lifting Yuna was a hell of a task. One she hoped would pay off, as she stayed as still as she could, to focus on compressing Yuna and making her submit!

"Give...in..." She'd mutter, finding a rare streak of competitiveness utterly control her, as she could feel nothing but the warmth of Yuna and the strain her older foes lungs were experiencing. Her hands still locked at either elbow, the grip itself that she held on Yuna would be tested, as the building sweat on her frame began to part her grip. As the seconds went on, her arms would come ever so slightly apart, with the effect not only being a looser, weaker squeeze, but the feet of Yuna soon enough tickling on the floor again!

[CaptainL]

Yuna wasn't sure, all things considered, how she was going to get out of this one. Moira had caught her off guard, and she had her good. If she had the strength to lift even a woman of Yuna's size aloft, she certainly had to mean business. The former apartment wrestler grit her teeth, writhing back and forth in her arms in a desperate struggle to loosen herself, but she wouldn't make much progress. The blood rushing to her face had colored it in with a blush, and sweat was beading on her brow. She was, as a matter of fact, on the precipice of tapping out. But the thought of tapping out to such a cheap shot, when Moira had taken her by surprise, almost seemed ignoble.

Luckily for Yuna, it wouldn't have to come to that. Just when she needed it most, she felt Moira's arms beginning to buckle, her grip on her softening, as she was forced to let up on the pressure. She felt herself being lowered towards the ground, and that was when Yuna was ready to strike. Her own size had been what made the hold so difficult to keep up, and now it was her chance to retake control!

Making her move, Yuna thrust her body forward, attempting to throw her chest and shoulder against Moira's in the hopes of jostling her and further complicating the position they were in. "I...think not-!" she hissed from behind her clenched teeth.

[Devilish53]

Moira was as snug and as tight as she could be against Yuna, or rather, as tight as her tired condition could give her, as the weaker grip meant that naturally Yuna was able to pull away more and more whenever Moira wasn't squeezing. The ability to do so eventually spelt Moira's downfall in this particular move, as the overconfidence from the younger brunette made her feel as though Yuna didn't have anymore in her!

Finding her foe to be opting rather cleverly, given a sudden body bash was hardly the most exhaustive thing in the world, Moira's clench came completely undone as she was forced to try and hold onto Yuna purely for stability instead!

Her curves jiggling wildly after the impact as she fell about, for seconds on one leg, as she tried to catch herself!

[CaptainL]

With Moira's strength fading fast, all Yuna needed to do now was to give the one push that would send her over the edge. And that would come quite literally, as it was a bump from Yuna's body that would do the trick, forcing Moira to stagger backwards. Her curvaceous form was like a battering ram as her hips and shoulders jerked forward into Moira's own, jostling her and knocking her sense of balance off as she began to slip backward!

Yuna chuckled at the sight, the confidence swelling in her. She'd delivered a mighty blow against Moira now, and she was turning things to her advantage! All she needed to do was to close in on it! With Moira stunned, it was time for her to go in for the kill - and she shoved down at Moira, looking to bend her over forward so that she could get her in a standing headscissor!

[Devilish53]

Moira tried to catch herself, even plotting to get her arms around Yuna again as the woman closed against her. The thought of trying to reapply that massive vicing hug had crossed her mind, though first things first was to simply keep herself standing.

She'd be left unable to even do that however, as whilst her hands went for Yuna's hips, Moira found her shoulders grappled. Her torso forced down low, frame bent over, with her hands naturally falling from their perch!

Unable to comprehend what was transpiring even as it happened, it wasn't until the warmth of Yuna's legs came against her head that she snapped-to. By then, it was too late!

Her head and cheeks caught in a vice, as her hands shot to Yuna's legs, to zero avail!

[CaptainL]

The two heavyweights closed in on one another, reaching to grapple at each other in an attempt to gain the high ground in their struggle. But while Moira tried to even out their center of balance, Yuna instead went high, grabbing at her shoulders and pushing downward. Using her own weight for leverage to bend Moira over at the waist, Yuna took the upper hand! She smirked to herself with a chuckle. Everything was in position now.

Now that Moira was bent over, Yuna came in closer, and the soft flesh of her thighs enveloped Moira's head. But beneath that soft flesh was solid muscle, and that was what now clamped down around Moira's temples, keeping her head locked into a firm headscissor as Yuna stood over her gloating, planting her hands on her hips as she beamed out at the crowd with pride! Wanting to milk the moment for what it was worth, Yuna kept up her position, legs wrapped around Moira's head. Even as she tried to struggle and pull herself free, it wouldn't get her far.

But this was only the first step in Yuna's plan - and she was ready to unleash what else she had in store. Having the opportunity to weaken Moira while regaining her own strength - and to look good in doing it, of course - Yuna was now prepared to bend in closer, scooping Moira up. She would try to hoist the girl onto her shoulders - and, if she could pull off such a precarious position, she was all set to send her to the mat with a powerbomb!

[Devilish53]

To scissor a woman as big as Moira was one thing, but to even have the thought that Yuna did in her mind was another. Moira was easily one of the heavier members of the division, compared to the more muscular cohorts of the division that could have skipped down to the middleweights at any given time. To lift her off her feet was no small feat.

To powerbomb her was damn near impossible.

For obvious reasons, Moira didn't even consider the fact that she was vulnerable to the move. If anything, she was only putting focus on parting those big thighs around her head, as her hands came up to try and spread Yuna's legs enough to slip free. Had she had a moment longer, she may have just managed it.

But finding Yuna's arms embracing her from above, Moira didn't realise what was happening even as it was. With her big frame forced upwards, rolled near enough across Yuna's body, Moira's eyes were as wide as could be upon reaching the top. Her arms were far out to the side, with her legs loose and limp across Yuna's shoulders.

She couldn't believe what was happening; and naturally, had no idea how to stop it!

[CaptainL]

Even if Yuna was a strong woman, and she had the size to put behind her moves, she wasn't by any means a professional weightlifter. She was past what most would consider the prime of her life when it came to physical activity, and she relied on her curves more than her muscles when it came to wrestling. But she was inspired now. By the strength she saw in Moira, and the will to live up to it. The crowd was cheering her on every step of the way. She had to give them what they hoped for.

As she hoisted her opponent higher, Yuna could feel her muscles burning from the strain. Her teeth were pulled tight in a grimace, her face red and her brow slick with sweat that poured down her neck. She groaned with each inch she pulled Moira just a little bit higher. But the crowd was behind her all the way. To see Yuna perform such a feat of strength and endurance was causing them to burst out into cheers and applause, by mere virtue of her being capable of it at all! And it was that reception that fueled Yuna, and made her so committed to going the extra mile.

Already having Moira resting on her shoulders now, Yuna could feel herself teeter, the balancing act a precarious one as she tried to shoulder the weight. But the next moment, she let herself drop down. It was partially her own effort, and partially from her legs simply giving out under her - but Yuna sent her opponent slamming down into the mat, where she collapsed atop her!

[Devilish53]

Moira for obvious reasons wasn't in a position from which she could enjoy the roar of the crowd, nor the feat of strength being performed. Not when she was about to be victim to it. Literally, for the first time in her career.

As her shoulders and head was spiked into the canvas, Moira's frame followed suite before laying in a position many were expecting. Spread eagle, and motionless, if not for the initial huge bounce of her curvy frame hitting the canvas, Moira's eyes were now shut. Her mouth was wide, chest rising rapidly as she tried to draw in breath. Though a loss of air was not the problem at hand.

More, the fact she could barely move.

Slammed near enough into a state of submissiveness, Moira barely even oophed when Yuna collapsed atop of her. Feeling that heavy frame land near enough on her chest and tummy, Moira's breaths simply became all the more laboured now that more energy was needed to raise her tummy to fill her lungs. Had Yuna simply desired it, all she had to do was put a little more force down, and Moira may have outright passed out from the sheer effort of breathing.