Ursula the Bamazon vs. Blossom Fields - Big Problems

Friction. First match of the show. Blossom sat in the back, fully dressed in her green singlet, shoes tied tight and ready to go. She just had one question. "Ursula...the...Bamazon? Who is that?”

Blossom had a couple of what she felt were pretty important questions: what was a Bamazon, and why did she have to fight one? The latter she didn't mind so much, she was always down to fight new talent in the AFW. In fact, she was getting known for it...and losing, too, but she was trying to stay adament about that and perservere. Keeping with the spirit of competition, trying to make every loss a learning experience. A painful, sometimes humiliating learning experience. She was the welcoming comittee, in a way. The AFW could be a cold, harsh place, and she didn't mind being the first smiling face new people saw.

But the Bamazon thing? No clue on that one. Maybe it was a typo? Come to think of it, Ursula was a pretty weird name, too, even as AFW people went, which probably meant she was a little more on the eccentric side. So far, Blossom’s match had been relatively mundane battles against relatively mundane people. Taking on someone a little more...different? Yeah. She was down with that.

The backstage crew didn’t seem to have any idea who it was, and it wasn’t like she had much more time to look, because…

It's coming up
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It's DARE!

There went her music. Go time, showtime.

She came out like usual, skipping and smiling on her way to the ring, reaching it in a few quick bounds. She was leading the show off, after all, so she had to set a tone, stay bright for the crowd. Positive, always positive. No matter what happened yesterday, today was always a new day to improve and show the world what she could do.

She did a quick spin on her heel and turned towards the entrance, leaning forward and bouncing on her heels while she waited.

There was a lengthy pause after Blossom got into the ring, then finally the guitar intro to "Downright Dominate" by Annihilator started up.. The theme didn't seem to bode well, it sounded rather violent and the strobe lighting effect probably wouldn't help putting anyone at ease. As the drums kicked in, a 6"5 musclebound figure walked out onto the top of the rampway. The Blonde haired woman was dressed in a black and red bikini top and bottoms which had large silver spots covering them almost as if to give the impression that it they were in fact metallic.. Her hands were covered by black gloves that drew back almost all the way to her elbows, while higher up her arm a couple of gold bracelets sat snugly around her biceps.

She took a deep breath in, her arms dangling down with a about a six inch gap away from her waist at either side.. Her fists clenched firmly in the gloves. The few audience members that did know her from a previous combat organization reacted with the appropriate boos and jeers, however most other did not and fell into a apprehensive silence as they looked at the mismatch in size difference between Blossom and this woman

Ursula strode down the rampway powerfully, climbing up the staircase at one corner of the ring before moving out into the middle of the apron.. shoving down the top ropes with both hands so that she could step over them and into the ring.

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Oh. Wow.

Blossom could only look on in awe and stunned silence as this mammoth woman, this terrifying, towering titan made her way dowh to thee ring. She wasn't the only one, either. Most of the audience shared her look, wondering where a woman like this had been hiding. She was every bit as big as Rebecca Tomko, and even more muscular. Biceps like tempered steel. Legs like sequoias. This wasn't a wrestler, this was a wall with legs.

Blossom stepped back as Ursula stepped in, not sure what to make of the dark look on her face. She wasn't going to back away from a match, but something was wrong here. Aside from the obvious.

Blossom craned her neck up for a full view. "You are huge." it was all she could think to say. It almost came out like a whisper.

As if a bit extra intimidation was needed, Ursula strode across the ring right up to Blossom.. Her towering height ensuring that Blossom's face was at breast height with the Bamazon, having to crane her neck just to look at the woman's face.

Ursula looked down at her opponent like a piece of meat ready to be chewed on... She didn't care about the size difference, where some of the bigger woman might be annoyed to be put up against someone a foot shorter than them, Ursula was quite satisfied with the idea of beating down any girl.

"And you're very small.." She said, apparently hearing Blossom's whisper... Without allowing Blossom the chance to back down or even question the ref if this match up was correct, Ursula suddenly twisted her hips before shooting her huge thigh and knee straight up towards the smaller girl's stomach. Trying to ram into her with the knee lift with enough force to lift the younger girl off her feet and drive her back

It all happened so fast and sudden and with such thunderous power that Blossom wasn't even sure what had went down until a few seconds after the fact. At first, all she knew was that she was on one knee, with one hand grabbing the ropes to keep herself from falling forward, while the other hand massaged her aching stomach and her mouth gaped wide, sucking in lungfuls. Her chest hurt. Her stomach hurt. Her insides hurt. Full front pain.

It was only after she looked up and saw Ursula a few feet away that she realized what happened: a knee to the stomach, so powerful that it lifted Blossom clear off her feet and sent her flying away. This was insane power, far beyond anything she'd ever encountered or was trained to deal with.

"What..." She started to pull herself up with wobbling feet, trying to rise and having a hard time of it.

The attack came a little preemptive as the match was not yet underway and didn't just take Blossom by surprise... A couple of the audience members drew in a gasp of breath, while the ref girl that was still outside the ring had to desperately lunge in under the bottom ropes, a few seconds later the bell frantically rang to indicate the match was underway ready or not. Ursula was more than ready though and moved forwards as Blossom struggled to get to a level pegging, the smaller girl wasn't fully to her feet before Ursula reached out to grasp two handfuls of her short hair roughly.

"RRRRAH!!" Ursula growled out as she curled her lips back to show off her clenched teeth. The Bamazon took a quick step backwards, dragging Blossom along with her by the hair before suddenly yanking on her locks.. Ursula tried to pull Blossom right off of her feet by the hair and twist her around in the air, attempting to force her into a forwards flip through the air so that she would come crashing down right on her back

Blossom's hands shot up when she felt Ursula grip her hair tight, digging in with her iron grip. She might as well have been trying to pry open the teeth of a bear trap. Blossom was strong for her size, but Ursula was strong for anyone's size.

Blossom was sent flying and flipping with her legs flailing, and the crash echoed throughout the arena, with winces following right behind it. Her back experienced pain to rival everything her front was going through. Her back arched and she let a sharp wail, her eyes shut tight in agony.

Ursula strode over towards the downed girl as she arched her body off the mat with her back flared up in pain. The towering figure didn't really seem to show anything in the way of sympathy as she continued without hesitation on her assault with just as much force as her previous two attacks. Ursula placed her foot right over blossom's forehead, almost covering the whole of the top half of Blossom's face with the big under sole of her boot.

"Starting to regret coming in to work today?" Ursula mused as she carefully applied a small amount of pressure to Blossom's forehead at first, making sure that the portion of her body weight that Ursula was pressing down with wasn't enough to crack Blossom's skull like an egg shell. Then as she pressed down on her opponent with more and more force, just at the right time Ursula would make her foot snap down off of Blossom's face and down onto the mat in a stomping motion.. Effectively giving Blossom a vicious boot scrap with the rough under side and making a thump sound as her foot hit the canvas afterwards.

Bloossom had just started to sit up when Ursula's foot came down over her face and started to grind her into the mat. How much did she weigh? Over two hundred, easy. Three hundred. Blossom wouldn't have been too surprised to learn she was in the four hundred range with all those muscles. Whatever the case, a good portion of that weight was coming down on her skull. Ursula was saying something, but Blossom couldn't hear her. She was too busy screaming.

"Get off!" Her fist futily battered against the iron ram that was Ursula's leg, unable to budge the behemoth's foot an inch. When she finally did let up, she did it in the worst way possible, scratching against Blossom's forehead and leaving a bunch of small red marks in her wake.

Blossom rolled to her front and crawled forward, grabbing the ropes and making her way towards the corner . She didn't know why she was going that way, she just was. Her body was on autopilot, and all she knew was that the farther away from Ursula she got, the better off she would be.

Ursula walked slowly after her, allowing Blossom to crawl under her own power up along the ropes towards one of the corners.. It seemed like the little girl was in a bit of a daze from her rough and hard start, but Ursula was only just getting warmed up on poor Blossom.

As young American got to her destination, Ursula made sure that she was on her immediately. Grasping one handful of hair and one hand full of her tights around the waist, Ursula would pull her up part way towards her feet.. keeping her still bent down, she would pull Blossom back a couple of steps before suddenly bulldozing her forwards, trying to ram her shoulder first right into between the middle and upper turnbuckle pads so that her shoulder would carry through right into the unforgiving and unmoving iron corner post