The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 8: A Close Quarters Encounter (vs Sandra Thomas)

[Misfit_Alien]

Dear Diary~...

Diary Entry (READ ME)

Hello again~...Got some special news for ya! So, as it turns out, LAW has a penchant for having 'special matches' from time to time. Mostly, these are just your typical match types with some modified rules, sometimes held in different venues. Well, today I'm not going to be participating in front of a big crowd!!! Instead, it's just gonna be me...my opponent...and the ring...Or at least, that's what I thought. The email I was sent gave me instructions to a gym complex, and get this, diary-...apparently we're gonna be in an enclosed room on wrestling mats! Not the grandest stage, but this is just another chance for me to show my stuff. So without further ado, I've got a long day ahead of me. Apparently, some of these matches can take place in the middle of the day, so I've got to get going! I'm so excited!!! Variety is the spice of life, after all!!! But enough from me, your girl's got a match to win!!!

Bye-bye for now, diary!!!


XOXO, Yours forever~, Ami Anderson...The Prima Donna Darling~ <3

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Ami Anderson, the 'Prima Donna Darling' vs Sandra Thomas
Match Type: "Special 30-Minute Ironwoman."
Win by scoring the most points by the end of the thirty-minute time limit. Points are scored by either pinfall or forced orgasm. Submissions, knockouts, and self-induced orgasms will not affect the scores in any way.
Modified rules - No DQs, No Count-outs; Hentai is allowed.


After book-ending another entry in her diary, Ami placed it into her gym bag and prepped for her trip over to the gym complex. It was a short bike ride over, thankfully convenient for the young rookie looking to get around town. With the taxis all backed up and traffic being a nightmare, there was no sense in trying to get a personal driver to come and drop her off. Additionally, it was way too close for any train to be of assistance, so Ami took this time to get herself a 'warm up' in, merrily biking over to the gym with a smile across her face! Once there, she'd park her trusty bicycle on the rack before heading inside. Once greeted by some front desk employees, she was given her briefing and a key to access the reserved room she'd be 'participating' in.

But first up, a quick detour to the locker room! One turn down the hall and quick change of clothes later, Ami would be dressed for success, her skin-tight leotard clinging to the lithe, thin figure of the bright-eyed lightweight, who happily skipped down to the room she was assigned to, opening it up and being greeted with quite the sight...a room full of padded walls and a wrestling mat that stretched across the floor completely, leaving no crevice uncovered. Even the wall pads stretched up high, nearly reaching the full height of the room. However, aside from the overhead lighting, there were no windows, and only the one door behind her, which had padding on the back of it as well to keep with the theme. Ami stood there in slight amusement, finding the rustic look and intimate spacing charming,

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After a bit of looking around, it was clear that her opponent had not arrived yet, so the brunette decided to do a bit of stretching while she waited, seeing this as a good time to get nice and loose for the upcoming 30 minutes, which would likely be full of steamy, sweaty contact, no doubt. She didn't know much about her opponent, other than she seemed to be on quite a rough losing streak, much like her last opponent, Aoto Miya. She knew that the woman was named Sandra Thomas, but after that, there wasn't much useful footage of her actually showcasing what she was capable of...at least, nothing that Ami could find.

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[Lycanstar]

Sandra arrived to the gym looking as nervous as ever- Every face She passed on the street was another that would never have a clue what She was expecting to feel tonight as the task of being ground up and spat out by the more experienced wrestlers LAW had to offer became a commonplace occurrence. But perhaps today would be... different. It already started out different as instead of the arena She was told to arrive at a gym not too far for Her to walk to and that Her match would be more "Private". What that all was supposed to mean was a little lost on the brunette who just always expected the worst; but at least something private implies a more closed space with less of an audience to Her humiliation.

Sighing as if She was about to walk into a uncomfortable doctors appointment, Sandra opened the door to the gym and was promptly pointed in the direction to head for Her match. Stopping off in the locker room, Sandra tossed Her bag on a bench and pulled out the typical garb She was expected to wear with the most neutral expression on Her face. She knew it was humiliating, basic attire. She knew Her place as a certified jobber meant She may as well not come out in anything to draw the eye away from Her opponents who were the real stars. But being so used to it, it just... barely phased Her anymore. Just get it over with, that's the line that kept playing in Her head over and over.

Entering the room sheepishly, Sandra creaked the door open to see a bright red room full of padding; almost looked like a cell in a asylum. Her eyes scanned the room to see what must be Her opponent standing in the centre of the circle, stretching as if to prepare for a workout. She looked... Nice enough, but Sandra knew that could be deceiving as it Has been in the past. With one final sigh, the brunette opened the door fully and stepped into the room.

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The one thing She had going for Her? Size. Her opponent looked much leaner and perhaps would have a difficult time truly lifting Sandra in any meaningful way... But considering the lack of ropes and ring Sandra figured this sort of "Match" may be a little more intimate than She was used to.

"Um.. Hello. Sorry, am I supposed to keep my boots off?"

Sandra didn't even bother to properly introduce Herself, despite the rather awkward and calm approach She gave, inside She was pent up with frustration. Just being used to this song and dance was taking it's toll on Her and She didn't want to draw things out any further than they needed to, so may as well ask if She is appropriate for what She expected to come.

[Misfit_Alien]

When Ami heard the door behind her, she stopped her stretches, realizing it was about that time as they'd be starting fairly soon now that her opponent for today had shown herself. She'd turn around to greet the woman she was facing, but as she did so, her eyes started trailing up a little higher than she expected, as she was greeted with quite the sight in front of her. "Hell-..O-oh...?" She said at first before stopping to take a long look at her foe. She was certainly...big...as it would turn out, unbeknownst to Ami, Sandra was about six years older, six inches taller, and nearly seventy-or-so pounds heavier than the Prima Donna Darling, who just stared at her with a slight reddish tinge on her face.

"O-Oh! H-Hi, hey-..." She said a tad awkwardly, not expecting to be booked against another heavyweight woman. She almost felt as if she was being crowded in such a small, close quarters environment. She was already beginning to feel hot and bothered, especially with the way her opponent's outfit snugly hugged around her ample bust and curvy hips. Sandra's whole figure was like a fantasy...a soft, kind face with lovely eyes and long brown hair, a sizable chest with generous cleavage on display, and a pair of shockingly thick yet soft-looking, almost flabby, thighs...her whole body seemed to have this slight bit of pudge to it in certain areas. Ami's eyes were scanning her up and down, just taking in the sight of her...the sheer magnitude of her-...everything...it was intimidating and a tad arousing. The hopeless romantic was beginning to feel her heart rate increase.

Then she realized that she was almost at the point of drooling like an idiot, so she decided to try and properly strike up a conversation...an initiative that would crash and burn rather promptly. "U-uh, I'm sure the boots are fine! They look good, y-you look good!!!" She exclaimed. "Not that I'm trying to flirt with you or anything, but like, you know I like your outfit and stuff and you look good, and-...WAIT I MEAN I WASN'T STARING OR ANYTHING, I SWEAR!!!" She said, scrambling to find the right words. "S-sorry, I'm just a lot more nervous than I expected and then I start to ramble on helplessly, oh-gosh-like-I'm-doing-right-now-oh-no...G-Gosh, I just wasn't expecting to be facing off against so much bigger than me, I mean I know most of LAW operates on an openweight system but-...w-wow...consider me lucky to be facing off against someone so lovely. Especially under such, um-...intimate circumstances, y'know...the room, the match...I figured the leotard look would serve me better than my usual flashy attire-..." She said, blushing as she glanced off to the side. "B-but don't think for a second that I'm just gonna roll over and let you win. I'm gonna be giving it my very best!" She said, trying to hype herself up and regain her composure.

After their 'introductions' were over, a LAW official would step inside the room to remind them of the instructions for tonight's match. Thirty minutes, anything goes, pinfalls or forced orgasms only. Simple, and yet, so demanding, practically forcing these two into such a sensual engagement right from the get-go. Ami's heart was POUNDING in her chest, but there was no longer any time to dwell on the aspects of the match, as the task ahead was now staring her right in the face. There'd be no typical bell ringing, just the sound of the timer on a digital clock above the padded walls chiming away to signal the countdown before the match officially began. Showtime, ladies, because it was now or never...in~...5...4...3...2...1-...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
- TIME REMAINING 30m 00s -

With things officially underway, Ami pulled her hands up. "I guess it's alright if we just start with the basics..." She said, going in for a simple collar and elbow lock-up as she reached out to grab hold of Sandra, having to reach up and realizing just how much of a disadvantage she was at size-wise as she looked up at the woman's eyes...six inches was certainly a difference maker in her eyes as the Prima Donna could feel her cheeks burning with a pinkish tinge as she proceeded forward, latching onto the woman to start their match off fighting for control, trying to push and drag Sandra to see if she could maybe get the upper hand first.

[Lycanstar]

Ami couldn't have been any less subtle. She looked downright dumbstruck upon getting Her eyes on Sandra's body, oggling it while remaining completely in place as an awkward silence cut the air between the two. Sandra for Her part was unsure if She should be flattered or flustered that people found Her so attractive, clearly She didn't have the kind of body expected of a wrestler but Her opponents didn't seem to really mind too much.

What followed as a awkward scramble of words as Ami blabbered what amounted to an attempt to sound cool and collected despite being obviously so taken in with the brunettes body. What was Sandra supposed to do? How was She expected to respond? Her opponent being so awkward and amateurish with keeping Her composure was already chipping away inside of Sandra knowing that She was just a sacrificial lamb for this... This...

"B-but don't think for a second that I'm just gonna roll over and let you win. I'm gonna be giving it my very best!"

Sandra didn't respond to Ami's tirade of barely concealed flirting, opting to remain in place as Her posture sunk lower and lower with each passing second until a LAW official entered the room and gave the two women a rundown on the match. As the official went through it all Sandra thought to Herself if She found a somehow worse situation to be in compared to the typical bullying She was encountered with. This had to be worse, right? At least the bullies had clear motivations and didn't try to hide them; this was just awkward on top of being embarrassing. Almost to the point that Sandra wished for once in Her wrestling career that there could be a chance She could put this unruly rookie in Her place.

The two entered the circle as the timer at the top of the room beeped, indicating the match was ready to start! Sandra was familiar with being in a ring but this room was... rather different. Not that She knew the first thing about proper wrestling technique, it was clear from Her still posture She didn't know what to even do with Her body- standing in place as Her opponent looked to square up with a more ready wrestling position!

"Um I guess we... do I grab like t-t-wWOAH-"

Sandra attempted to mimic Her opponents move as She was gripped by Her neck and upper arm- there was force behind the smaller wrestler as clearly the unbalanced Sandra was awkwardly fumbling Her hands around Ami's body attempting to find a matching way to lock on! Grabbing Her collar, armpit, abdomen; Sandra just couldn't figure out the grip She was supposed to reciprocate and was certainly looking as confused as She felt! Would Ami have any pity for the clearly inexperienced brunette or take advantage of the situation?

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami rushed forward after the timer beeped, giving her and Sandra permission to get right into it. However, as Ami crashed into the bigger brunette's body, she was shocked to see how flustered she was, even being caught off guard so intensely by just a simple Collar and Elbow Lock-Up. The Prima Donna Darling had merely wrapped her arms around Sandra's body at specific points, and the busty beauty was struggling to find her footing in the mix, scrambling to get a good grasp on Ami, reaching all over and causing the leotard-clad lightweight to shiver as she felt her opponent's hand and arm coil around different parts of her, confusing her and nearly distracting her.

Ami presumed it was because she was smaller and faster than her big, busty opponent, thinking that Sandra most likely wasn't used to wrestling against opponents far smaller than her in size. What she had yet to realize was the woman's incredible lack of preparation, experience, training, and resilience...all things Ami would easily exploit under the notion that it was simply her just moving quicker and getting the upper hand, not realizing that Sandra was wildly out of her depth at the moment.

"Hyah!" Ami shouts, reaching up and snagging Sandra's head, dragging her down into a Side Headlock, forcing the woman to bend over with her head up against the side of the lightweight's modest bust, all the shuffling and shifting around causing Sandra's face to rub into Ami's boob, forcing the smaller brunette to blush. She winces and bites her lip, trying to keep herself focused, still under the idea that everything happening now was standard for the match ahead. Ami would attempt to drag Sandra down to the canvas, aiming to trip her up and throw her over with a Snapmare...

However, if the near-two-hundred-pound woman resisted even the slightest bit, she could use her weight and break free of the rookie's grasp...that is, of course, if Sandra could get a grip and focus-...

[Lycanstar]

"GNAH!"

Sandra's body was being pulled and tugged by Her opponent with immense ease- Her feet stumbled aimlessly as they attempted to keep flat on the mat but to no avail! Sandra felt Herself crumbling down as Her opponent placed Her in a headlock, Sandra's worrisome expression pressed against Ami's breasts as the rookie jobbers hands continued to fumble around Ami's legs and hips attempting to grip something solid!

Eventually Ami attempted to snap Sandra's body forward and down to the canvas! ...However Sandra's uneasy feet and weight must have made that a challenge as instead of Sandra's body flipping as Ami hoped; the large brunette simply toppled forward agaisnt Ami's back! Sandra's momentum would send the two falling clumsily to the mat as they fell into a crumpled heap; Sandra only slightly on top of Her opponent!

"Ah~ A-Ahhh! Gne-g-get off..."

Sandra's hands continued to fumble as She gripped Ami's thigh tightly with one hand and the other wrapped itself around Her back! The grip while not anything that could be identified as a "Move" was at least slightly effective since Sandra's weight was now in a more dominant spot above Her opponent! Could this mean anything for the match going forward?

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami's attempt at wrestling Sandra down worked against her. Whether she realized it or not, Sandra's weight and uneasiness helped her out in an unexpected manner, leading to the taller and larger brunette crashing down upon her small foe. The pair landed in a heap, with Sandra lying on top of Ami's back while the Prima Donna Darling groaned in response, trying desperately to wiggle her way out from underneath her opponent. Unfortunately for her, the much more desperate and panicked Sandra moved a little quicker. As the older woman moved and flopped around frantically, her hands wound up finding Ami's thigh and back. The hold itself wasn't anything to scoff at. In all honesty, it was rather amateurish at best, especially considering how random it was. The only benefit was that Sandra was half a foot taller and nearly seventy pounds heavier than Ami. And with no real muscle mass to speak of, the Prima Donna Darling felt as if she were buried beneath a hefty amount of bricks, as Sandra had complete control over her. She struggled and groaned, temporarily helpless as she couldn't quite break free from beneath the thick woman's curvy, weighty, full-bodied figure.

[Lycanstar]

Sandra found Herself somehow on the dominant side of the match as She laid on Her opponents back and awkwardly gripped Her skin to yank Her into what could be described as some kind of wrestling hold. Sandra held still for a second before sliding Her fingers around to grip somewhere else on the same body part- constantly looking to make sure there was no way for Ami to escape even though the real thing keeping Her down was Sandra's larger frame squishing the smaller rookie down to the mat!

Sandra felt extremely strange- A feeling of... direction. As if She was conducting the course of actions that took place between the two Women. Such an alien feeling it was for Sandra that She stopped Her own struggling for brief interludes to hear nothing but panting and groans of exertion from the two Women. Every little movement Sandra made would cause a reaction from Ami who was sounding... desperate. A clear struggle as She was properly pinned down by the absolutely clueless Sandra who was simply amazed at Herself.

"A-alright keep... keep down."

Sandra would thrust Her whole body forward, bringing the front of Her hips to Ami's rear as She began to understand how to leverage the hold even more and keep the more petite Woman from squirming free! How tight could She get now? A 'mmph' of exertion came from Sandra as She dug Her hips in with a prominent push against Ami's, Her head now able to rest against Her opponents body as She could hear Her heartbeat and breathing...

"Mnnff."
A thrust of exertion; almost as if looking to constrict Her as She pressed Her body in more.

"N-nmff..."
And another, this time ending with a light break as She simply was breathing against Her opponents skin and feeling more of Her as Her fingers squished into different parts of Her back and thighs.

A single bead of sweat dripped down Sandra's neck.

[Misfit_Alien]

Every squirm, every struggle...every MOVE that Ami made, Sandra could feel it. The smaller brunette was restless, like an unruly child, bratty and reckless as she writhed and wiggled about in a desperate effort to get free. The panting, the groaning, the level of exertion...the mounting scent of sweat as Ami exhausted more of her stamina to mount up this resistance against Sandra. All of it was sending sensations through the bigger woman's body. Fluctuating moments of stimulation created by sights, sounds, and touch...the friction that she could feel through her clothing and skin, the sounds coming from the struggling Ami's lips, the scent of the Prima Donna's body lingering and mixing with her own. Sandra was lost in thought for a moment as she weighed the woman down...feeling a sense of control...of dominance...unbeknownst to Ami, it was a foreign...albeit exhilarating...feeling for Sandra, one she wouldn't let go of so easily.

She caught a momentary glimpse of the 'other side' of a match...one of power and total dominion...and she wanted more. Yet, she seemed a tad inexperienced, acting on instinct as it were, doing whatever she could to chase that feeling, to not just experience it but to claim it for herself. That drive not just to win...but to control.

When she spoke, her words sounded vaguely commanding. Ami didn't pay attention to them, but when Sandra repositioned herself, aligning her hips to Ami's rear, the sudden thrust of her pelvis upon the hips of the Prima Donna Darling sent shivers up Ami's spine, eliciting a sharp gasp with hints of a moan amidst them while Sandra let out a stiff grunt, punctuating her efforts with a clear sign of exertion...she was throwing her whole being into this...and Ami felt it ALL. "...h-haaahh..." She muttered, her eyes going wide as she felt the friction warming up her leotard-clad ass. The thrust leading to this arousing stimulation as she felt the fabric of Sandra's trunks glide over her rear. But before she could properly react, let alone squirm in resistance, Sandra was upon her again.

Another thrust, another gasp. This time, the moan was far more apparent. Not only that, but Sandra was moving differently now, thrusting with a lot more control and precision as she found her footing bit by bit...each slow, methodical grind was another boost to her confidence, another taste of control. Meanwhile, Ami's struggles became far more reserved, far less erratic...as if that unruly attitude from before was worn out just like that, all those motions stopped dead in their tracks...and now the brunette was beginning to blush, her breath becoming heavy and ragged. The world was starting to feel warmer as she felt Sandra's weight atop her backside. Furthermore, she felt the softness of her skin on her own, and the warm breath from Sandra that rolled down her shoulders, along with Sandra's fingertips digging into her backside and thighs, poking...prodding...discovering. Ami couldn't stop thinking about it, so much so that her attempts at escape came to a halt, too fixated and overwhelmed as her heart was pounding louder and louder.

[Lycanstar]

The pace was glacial- Sandra had never experience "Wrestling" like this before. It was as if with every little adjustment and thrust Sandra made on Her smaller opponent... Ami's will and body was weakening. It was a ecstatic feeling~ G-gosh, Sandra could understand maybe for the first time really what it was that all those other Wrestlers were chasing! The high of being in such a position it just... It was causing Her heart to absolutely race! Her arms felt lighter and body was almost shuttering in place as She continued to just keep Her position, Ami's legs dully raising and lowering with a clear message that Sandra had the upper hand.

"Mhff..."

A deep, deep exhale as Sandra almost followed Ami's lack of resistance with a rest of Her own. Her body laid almost still on Ami's backside as the two merely communicated through their breathing as with the tight contact they had; it was difficult to NOT hear every little exertion and sound that would come from the pair. And through that silence, Sandra could hear something interesting~ Ami's heart was... pounding. Absolutely pounding out of control! Rather curiously, Sandra had no clue what could be causing this; it's not like Ami was putting much effort into retaliating or exerting Herself to fight Sandra off of Her. Was it embarrassment? Or... no... She's too smart for that Sandra figured. Despite Her size, Sandra wasn't expecting to underestimate Her; so perhaps She should keep on the offensive? More holds?

"Still. Still now."

Sandra's body shifted rather slowly, yet dramatically. Her large frame kept on top of Ami's body as it slide forward, Her hips dragging across Ami's before seating onto the small of Her back. Sandra's palms pressed down on Ami's shoulders as She stared at the back of the petite brunette's head and continued to curiously wonder in Her head how exactly this wasn't turning out like the rest of Sandra's matches? Maybe it didn't matter- She needed to be smart, right? Like a... smart wrestler? New hold, keep Her on Her toes.

"Um, okay. Just uh-"

Still not knowing much about proper wrestling holds, a rather easy one to figure out could be using Her legs. If Sandra could wrap Her thighs around Ami's head or so then She could just tighten and keep Her still. Was that how you won? Well things are working so far, so...

Sandra scooted forward awkwardly and parked Her rear practically on the back of Ami's head. The continued lack of resistance must mean it was a fine position to be in while She readjusted Herself to place Ami's head between Her thighs. I suppose... Ah...

Sandra looked down for a second to try and figure this out. Scoot... forward and then... wait no, turn around and then grab Her ears to pull Her... Mmh. It would have to do. Sandra was feeling a little awkward taking so long to figure out the best way to maneuver Herself which led to Her shifting around and turning to face towards Ami's body. Scooting back slightly, Sandra sat with Her legs flanking either side of Ami's head while the top of the brunette's head was practically right against Sandra's crotch!

"Up- up, your head..."

Sandra placed Her hands on either side of Ami's head and carefully gripped it, raising it slowly while remaining in Her seated position. Once Ami's face was no longer pressed against the mat; Sandra would scoot forward and almost delicately place it on Her lap before slowly crossing Her thighs together. Sandra's legs sat on top of Ami's shoulders as She began brushing them together behind Her opponent's head- Focusing intently on ensuring that Ami's head was trapped and it would be hard to simply wiggle out! Sandra laid Her arms behind Her and sat upright as She shifted around until She was comfortable and Her opponent was...

Sandra finally stared down into the expression of Ami as the smaller brunette was forced to stare up at the larger Woman and to Her surprise She was... Blushing..? W-wait what was that look in Her eye?