Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

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Match Type
Bedroom Smother Knockout
Victory Conditions
The match can only be won by knocking your opponent with a smother. No disqualification, no countout.
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Maria: baby, where are u?
Maria: match is starting soo
Maria: pickuppickuppickup

Maria had spent the last few minutes frantically typing away on her phone, trying to get a hold of her wife with another frantic volley of texts. Bubbles could be, at the best of times, a little flaky, but when it came to matches - especially matches that had a high chance of her rolling around with a sexy woman in a private bedroom - she was the essence of punctuality, always showing up early so they could do a little pre-match skin oiling and really get her into the mood. She’d seem eager enough for it when they woke up this morning, too, rightfully so after Mariah showed her a few pictures of the woman she’d be up against: Amelia Roux, another sensual giantess, one with a fulsome body and no shortage of power. And she was French to top it all off, so there was a high likelihood of making her scream in a foreign language. Always a plus.

Mariah had a meeting at noon, so she’d taken the car, and the plan was for Bubbles to come by train and meet her at the arena, but now she was here and there was still no sign of her bouncing, bodacious beau.

”Uh, come on….” Mariah stepped back out of the hall and into the bedroom, taking a good look around at the battlefield that was especially made for Amelia and her wife. A spacious room, with a lush, velvety carpet, it was easily larger than any ring they could hope to be fighting in. An ornate chandelier hung over it all, casting a pinkish hue that matched the maroon walls. A full vanity mirror was placed on one side, something straight out of a burlesque show, with a lovely spacious couch on the other side. And, of course, there was no ignoring the plush, queen-sized bed in the middle of it all. Sturdy, too, as it needed to be.

Now all it needed was two hentai giants, and they would be complete.

Mariah had a deep sigh and went back to checking her, hoping against hope that she would get some kind of update from Bubbles. Amelia would be along soon, and she really didn’t want to reschedule…

[Devilish53]

Maria would no doubt find herself glancing a final time at her phone, before with a grin most likely forming she'd find that Bubbles didn't opt to respond purely because she was only meters away. For with the door opening in a slow, dramatic fashion, Maria would indeed lock her gaze on a giant filled to the brim with curves.

Only, it wasn't the one she was expecting.

Spoiler

With her hands to her hips and her voluptuous body already pushed out, if only to add more volume to it, Amelie found her eyes scouring the room before she found her gaze coming literally down. She knew what Bubbles looked like. And she knew how large her opponent this evening was. She also knew of Maria - how she looked - and the relationship she had with the giant Amelie would soon be tussling with.

But there was no harm in a little fun now, was there? Especially with Bubbles yet to be seen. Unless of course, this was all an elaborate ruse by the giant, with Bubbles set to burst into the room at a moments notice to snag Amelie unawares. Not that Amelie would complain.

"Bubbles, yes?" She'd grin, taking a step forward as to have her figure cast a large shadow over Maria, in a manner that made her all the more imposing.

"I hope you're ready to start...my sweet...I say we get right to it, don't you?" Her hands slowly leaving her hips as she spoke, with her fingers tickling the air as Amelie extended her grip towards Maria's shoulders...

[BlackAkuma]

When Mariah saw a tall, busty blonde approaching her, she did have a moment of relief - seeing that she was dressed to wrestle, maybe Bubbles had just been busy in the changing room, or found someone to get a little frisky with in the showers. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened. As much as she loved her wife, the woman could be easily distracted whenever she stumbled on a little skin.

But, as the figure approached, it was all too clear that this wasn’t, in fact, the woman she’d shared a bed with for the better part of a decade. She was shorter, for one - not by much, mind you, but enough that Mariah’s keen eye could tell the difference. Longer hair. Lighter skin.

The biggest thing…things that made the difference were her chest. Whatever this woman gave up to Bubbles vertically, she made up for it horizontally, with maybe an inch or two to spare. Breasts that bordered on the insane, held up by a strong, powerful frame. A requirement, if the owner didn’t want to suffer from back problems for the rest of her life.

Yeah, this was Amelie Roux. No mistaking it.

When Amelie identified her as Bubbles, Mariah looked on, confused for a moment. Apparently Amelie hadn't done her homework - not too strange, it was a chore to get her own wife to care who she was actually up against, as she often like to be surprised. To make matters worse, Mariah wasn’t dressed in her usual business attire. Having done a quick stint at the gym a couple hours ago, she was still dressed for movement. Black gym shorts that hugged her hips, a white sports bra that clung to her chest, topped off with black sneakers and her hair tied up tight. It wasn’t traditional ring gear, but she’d seen people wrestle in LAW with far less.

To make matters worse, there wasn’t a referee in this match. Everything was recorded, so they weren’t on an honor system, but it was the wild west, otherwise.

”Hold up, hold up, you’ve got the wrong idea.” She took a step back into the room, just out of Amelie’s reach. Not the best move, but there wasn’t anywhere else to go. ”I think you’ve got the wrong idea, miss. Just back up a second, she’s coming.”

[Devilish53]

Amelie had the wrong idea alright, but there in lied the problem.

She knew she had the wrong idea. And yet insisted all the same. Confident that Bubbles was to appear at any moment, Amelie cut the distance with every step Mariah took. Every time she paced back, Amelie closed the distance with a single swagger of her hips and thick thighs. No matter where Mariah went, she was never less than a few inches away from Amelie's chest.

"Wrong idea? Well...Why else would you be here?" Amelie raised a good point or so she'd argue, despite the fact that Mariah could respond with but a single word to prove her point. 'Manager.'

Not that she'd get the chance. For the moment she undoubtedly began to open her mouth to answer, Amelie would swoop in with those hungry arms grabbing at opposite ends of the busty girls frame. With one arm over the shoulder blades of Mariah, the other would be around her lovely rear before she effortlessly hoisted the smaller girl up. There was certainly no crush to that embrace, nor even an outright firmness. Mariah could wiggle free with a strong push of her hand or even thrust of her hip.

Whether she'd want to would be another question, as Amelie's nose tickled against her own as she held her softly off the ground.

"Ding ding...match has started..."

[BlackAkuma]

Believe it or not, this whole situation was giving Mariah serious flashbacks to her wedding night. The honeymoon began as soon as the doors closed, 24 hours of the wildest, craziest sex ever conceived on the planet Earth, with the two of them indulging in multiple fantasies, roleplaying all kinds of scenarios, testing the limits of their sexual exhaustion and flirting with dehydration. She knew well what it was like to stare down a hungry Amazon, to have that heat threatening to overwhelm you, and she knew where this was going, whether she wanted it to or not.

Still, fruitless as she knew it would be, she tried to stem off the misunderstanding. ”I’m just a-”

If Mariah had any doubts about Amelie holding her own against Bubbles, they were totally quashed in an instant, as the French giantess swooped in and picked her up like a child’s toy, holding her close with arms that might as well have been made of steel. Strong. Surprisingly fast. Insatiable. Mariah knew at once that they were past the point of talking. If Amelie said she was Bubbles Burste, she might as well be until the real one showed up.

But that was fine. A manager she might be, but defenseless? No. She had been a half decent wrestler at one, and while it had been a while since her injury put her on the shelf, she'd long since healed, and kept herself in top shape. Maybe she wasn’t about to be taking on champions anytime soon, but it wasn’t like she’d forgotten how to hold her own, and she was dressed for the occasion, more or less.

A wild flicker sparked in her eyes as she pressed back into her face, nose to nose, coming close to a kiss. ”Okay, belle dame.” It had been a while since she’d had the chance to put those French classes in high school to good use, might as well bust them out. ”If you want to fill up on appetizers before the main course, that’ s on you.”

Mariah jerked to the side and shot her arm out, trying to wrap Amelie’s neck under her shoulder with a tight choke. At the same time, her legs came around the bigger woman’s waist and locked ankles - an attempt at a guillotine choke. Submissions had never been her speciality, but she figured it was worth a shot.

[Devilish53]

Amelie was by no means intending to actually wrestle Mariah. Hell, she wasn't intending to do anything aggressive or forceful at all for that manner, except perhaps tease a smother. It would make for quite the sight for when Bubbles eventually turned up, if only to land a gaze upon her wife being locked face-first in the bust of the woman she was set to fight. On of a bed, of all places.

But when Mariah's arms and legs alike came out, ensnaring the French giant in quite the forceful attempt to choke her?

Well. Now Amelie had an excuse.

Though it wasn't a simple case of prying Mariah off of her frame - the girl was smaller, no doubt, but her grip was unnaturally strong. This was certainly not her first rodeo, be it that Mariah simply learnt a move like this from being so close to her wife's career, or simply out of interest for learning a touch of MMA - Amelie would have chuckled had she had the space to at the prospect of Mariah purely learning wrestling holds for moments like this - Mariah's hold was a secure one.

But where as the dual hold of Mariah would have brought down an equally sized opponent in seconds, Amelie opted to remind the girl in her clutches of one of the biggest challenges of locking a hold such as this on her.

The insane size difference.

One that Amelie looked to remind Mariah of in dramatic fashion, as she pushed herself to her tiptoes, before letting herself fall forward. The oak tree that was Amelie's body would look to fall fully ontop of Mariah as it came down, with the only saving grace being the soft bed of which she'd be crushed against...

[BlackAkuma]

”Gotcha, big girl.”

And for a second, it really felt like she had her, too. While Mariah might not have been super experienced with this particular move, she had the body to pull it off, and it felt natural enough. It made sense against an opponent like this, too - it didn’t matter how big Amelie, or how absolutely stacked she was with muscle. No breathing, no fighting.

The hold was secure, her ankles were locked, they were going nowhere.

Nowhere but down.

”Hey, wait, whoa-” Mariah realized what Amelie was about to do a moment too late, when she was already falling forward. The good news was that she had a nice, soft bed to land on. The bad news was that she still had a solid amazon falling on top of her, and she knew from experience that there was only so much impact that even the softest bed could absorb.

Amelie slammed her down with a splash that put the bed’s supports to the test, and it only just passed, creaking and groaning beneath. Mariah let out a weak, whining gasp as her arms and legs unfurled, and she was left flattened and trapped before the formidable Frenchwoman.

[Devilish53]

Amelie came down with nigh none of her weight supported by the bed, but that would quickly change the moment Mariah uncurled her dual hold. Pressing her elbows to the sheets with her knees doing the same, Mariah would go from experiencing an intense body press that no doubt outright deprived her of air, to a firm squishing that only left her neatly restrained.

Amelie still had every intention of being playful at worst with Mariah; it wouldn't be fun for either parties whatsoever if she were to turn vicious.

"Oh my...A literal squash..." Amelie hummed, her hands softly rubbing Mariah's shoulders as her breasts outright covered her smaller victims own. A view from above would make Amelie's victim near enough invisible, save for her feet and a few strands of her hair.

"Guess I'll go for the quick win..." A giggle given, as Amelie slid her figure a little further over Mariah's, with her chest now warmly covering the chin of her 'foe,' as the big French beauty raised her right hand high. Before slamming it down against the bed, as she continued to look down at her victim.

"One..."

[BlackAkuma]

Ooof. This was a big woman.

That had been painfully obvious since from the first second Mariah laid an eye on Amelie, but there was nothing quite like having an amazon engulf your body to really impress on you just how big she was. The Frenchwoman’s body seemed to swallow her up, pour over her, covering her with luscious flesh. While Mariah was no giant, she wasn’t a small woman by any real definition, even a little taller than most, but she might as well have been a baby doll against this giantess.

Yes, Bubbles was in for a wild ride when she showed up. Mariah just hoped she would be awake for it.

Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as Amelie moved up her body, using her impressive bust to keep her upper body under control. Mariah was on the verge of going under when she heard the heavy count come from above. As the second fall hit, she threw her shoulders up as best she could, more on reflex than anything, and made a mad scramble to try and wriggle her way out from underneath Amelie. ”Yeah, no, not that easy.” She spoke through grunts and groans. ”Jeeeeeeesus you’re a big girl, phew!”

[Devilish53]

Amelie didn't withhold a giggle as Mariah stopped the pin - she outright laughed, with her head coming back and her eyes shutting. She knew Mariah wasn't her opponent for the evening, and yet the smaller girl wasn't letting herself be 'defeated' all the same. Even in the face of that two hundred pound figure effectively blanketing her own!

Humming as Mariah voiced her defiance if at a low volume, Amelie would wiggle her hips as she slid her frame upwards. Further and further her heavy chest would find itself across Mariah's good looks, until the mouth of Mariah was effectively out of view to Amelie. She could still breathe, if with noted effort through her nose, but Mariah would find her form soon disappearing altogether underneath Amelie's own. To make her feel all the more entrapped, Amelie would give her long green locks a lively shake - to have them dangle over the sides of her head, creating something of a curtain which covered the top of Mariah's face. All she could see now was the French giants lovely features, as she gave quite the lively lick of her lips whilst glaring back...

"Should I start counting again...?"