Aniek Rietveld vs Karen Starring-Giant Rumble Gone Wrong

Standard Practice Match
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
No Referee

Spoiler:

The tall powerful and buxom blonde Karen Starring was already bouncing off the ropes of the relatively quiet gym, quickly stretching her arms when she decided she'd done enough mini-sprints. The blonde was in her usual white latex attire, with blue gluves and blue boots-no need for the bunny ears or anything else; she wasn't here to ride a gimmick or entertain what she usually thought was an idiot crowd, she was simply here to wrestle, pure and simple.

She'd heard little about her opponent, their meeting a training round made by a friend of a friend of each-she'd never seen her opponent or witnessed her matches. Still, the usually cocky blonde didn't care, it was all the same to her, she'd go all out on a midget or a giant.

Even the fact there was no referee didn't stump her confidence; if she were to somehow come on the losing end, or perhaps decide to be particularly brutal, there would be no one to stop her or her opponent, save for the minuscule amount of female gym users surrounding the ring in training, but it seemed they couldn't care less.

"You're the one who called this?"

The clear voice from behind a punching bag sounded nicer than its owner looked. At 6''4 and smoothly muscled from head to toe, Aniek was a buxom foreign looking beauty, her skin tone a little lighter than Karen and her easy confidence enviable. She wore a two piece black sports bra with blue trims and a matching sports bikini that revealed much of her thighs. Even though it covered well, the fabric made her breasts look larger than they really were, weightier in appearance than Karen's.

She had hints of a smile on her features and waved to Karen. Rolling under the lowest rope, she placed a hand on her side and walked towards her. Karen's expression was a little off-putting to her but she knew better than to judge prematurely. She raised a hand to shake, deciding not to squeeze as was the cliche. "Aniek Rietveld. Heard you wanted a partner around your size... this should do." She chuckled, hoping she'd get some change of expression before moving to her corner.

After some hand-signing from another wrestler, the sound effect of a bell was played from a small phone and Aniek moved from her corner. She hunched forward slightly and bent her knees, ready to pounce but approaching her carefully. "I hope you're aware of my reputation. Is there something you'd like to practice?" she asked, doing her best to sound supportive and neutral.

She would make a low grab to wrap her arms around her opponent's waist. If successful, she would lift her up over her shoulder and attempt to throw her down behind her for a simple toss.

Karen was a little caught ofgaurd, seeing the bigger woman step in the ring. "This changes things.." she thought to herself. She quickly eyed up her bigger foe. It was one thing that she was taller, but Aniek was generally thicker than her in all places, from chest to thighs.

Karen accepted the handshake, not squeezing too, instead a rather quick gesture-rather, she didn't care for one in the first place, and just wanted to get rolling.

As the bell rung, Karen took a few steps forward, her hands high. She wasn't at all aware of her opponents rep, and didn't honestly care much for it. Leaning in, expecting a standard test of strength, she replied to the query "nothing particular." As her hands came high, she found her body grabbed by her bigger foe, and opted to quickly bend, her hands shooting to her opponents shoulders, bracing and trying firmly to resist a lift, aware that this might of been the first opponent who could visibly lift and throw her without much degree of difficulty.

"Quick thinking. Good." Aniek's shoulders were broad and muscle pulsed beneath her fair skin. Strong as she was however, she didn't get this far by simply powering through all her opponents. Rather than lifting up, Aniek tightened her hug and threw her body backwards. She'd land on her back and hopefully, Karen's forehead would have a surprise meeting with the mat.

Assuming that worked, she would get up and then attempt to grab both of her hands from the back, lift her up to a crouch, and push her knee into her back. She'd do it just enough to get her stretched and groaning before drawing her foot back in a kick to send her sprawling again.

"If you ever want a time-out, don't hesitate." She said, voice free from aggression.

Seconds in and Karen was in a bad spot. Not being used to fighting a bigger opponent, a bigger woman especially, she had to adapt. As Aniek tightened her hold, Karen opted for a questionable counter-hooking her legs around the big woman. Her logic being that Aniek would go for some sort of throw; hell, it's what Karen would of done. Aniek brought Karen up, attempting the suplex, but found that it was near impossible with Karens' lower half around her.

Karen would then push hard on the bigger womans shoulders, demanding an escape; she was no huggable jobber. Failing that, she'd consider shoving her forearm into Aniek's throat, lightly choking her whilst trying to force the break.

"A very fast thinker..." She commented, realizing that she was actually in a bit of a bind. "But don't you think it's unwise to rest on me?"

With her legs off the ground, Karen was being held up by Aniek and her impressive strength. And that meant that she was in her control.

Her wobbly position grew turbulent as Aniek stomped off into a charge. She rammed Karen back first into the ropes and used the whiplash to throw herself back. She remained hugging her, not suplexing her but rather pulling her up in her hug however she could to smash her head first into the mat. Aniek though would land on her back, rough but she was getting the good end of the stick.

Karen thought she might of being safe, wrapped around the bigger woman. Her eyes widened of course when Aniek threw the perfect counter, first bouncing off the ropes, then adjusting so Karen's head hit the mat hard in the modified belly to belly, modified in the fact that Karen resisted being thrown altogether via her weak leg lock.

Whilst Karen was in a superior position, ontop of her bigger opponent, her head had just took a huge wholloping, stunning the blonde, with the bigger girls arms still locked around her.

After giving her a severe headache, Aniek slid out from underneath Karen and rose to her feet. The woman was stunned for now but she was about to receive a harsh wake up call. Jumping up, Aniek stretched out a leg and let it smack down on Karen's solar plexus with a resounding smack. Immediately, her other leg would snake underneath her, catching the blonde in a crushing body scissor. Aniek's thighs flared with muscle and pressed into Karen's belly and back. Crossing her ankles, the bigger woman pushed her own body further away and proceeded to squeeze her dry.

"You're creative but don't think these things out too much."

Karen did indeed wake up, from that brutal stomp causing a gush of air to leave her. Her hands flailed wildy as her opponent snaked around her, a pathetic attempt at a counter as she merely slapped those huge thighs. She tried to suppress a moan of pain as that immense pressure came onto her through the legs, her arms going limp a second. She didn't have to be in this hold long to know it could finish her, and would immediately try to crawl for the ropes; confident that trying to drag both of their weights was the better move over trying to overpower Aniek's immense thighs.

"Not fast enough."

With a simple pull of her legs, Aniek dragged Karen towards her, pressing her immense mounds into her back. They would push back against her but with her strength, she grabbed Karen's arms under her armpits and stretched them back. She would be able to feel Aniek's breasts warmly squishing into her back, resisting her being brought closer and closer but Aniek had no issues. Her powerful thighs flexed again this time against her sides as she kept the woman trapped, rolling onto her back to make it harder to kick against the mat.

"You're trapped now you know?" She said, keeping the pressure constant. She'd normally get sexual, but the girl didn't make any gestures to show she leaned that way. "A heel would be having a lot of fun with your right now.