Diabolica vs Karen Starring

It was enough that Diabolica triped her opponent and even landing on top of her should be quite painfull. "What's that? Are you trying to say anything?" Once they were both down, Diabolica changed her position a little. She tried to wrap her huge thighs around Karen's stomach to trap her in body scissor. She would imidiately apply preasure on Karen with some squeezes.

Whilst Diabolica was strong, she wasn't running on unlimited strength. In order to slip her legs around Karen, specifically with the massive Mexican still on the blonde, she'd have to turn her slightly, an opportunity Karen would rush at as she'd roll the moment Diabolica did, putting both amazons on their side, face to face. Her body gripped with those tree trunks legs regardless, Karen would groan, as the strength was poured into them, the big blonde gargling in response.

Baring her teeth, she'd try to push herself to a situp position, and then hopefully standing, where she could hopefully unhook those massive legs easier.

Diabolica took some time to readjust herself, which allowed Karen to get herself in bit more comfortable position before getting legs wraped around her waist. Regardless, Diabolica began squeezing blonde's body, flexing those meaty thighs to apply some more preasure and knock some air out of Karen's lungs.

Still, since Karen managed to move herself a bit before body scissor, she managed to move in sit up position and even follow by standing up. Diabolica was once again impressed by the strength of her opponent and so were the audience. Once Karen was standing, Diabolica kept the legs wraped around her body and put hands on Karen's shoulders for some extra balance.

Karen roared as she forced Diabolica's back off the mat, the audience couldn't hide their admiration at the display of the monstrous heel. Holding her off the floor, Karen couldn't help but groan, the combined squeeze and overall effort of the heave near breaking her.

She wouldn't keep the lift long, before trying to slam the massive woman back down, a mini powerbomb of sorts.

When Karen was stading up, Diabolica was squeezing even harder in order to bring her down again. And hearing her groaning and heaving made Diabolica even more confident. Her big legs were deadly, but Karen still had some fuel in her tank. She went for power bomb, slaming Mexican body to rock solid floor.

"AAAHHHHHH!"

Combined with Diabolica's already bruised body, she didn't have any option but to move her legs away from Karen. She screamed and rolled away, holding and rubing her back to ease the pain.

The crowd clapping in the outright display of power, they hoped to see more, but looking at the face of both women, knew it was unlikely. Karen fell to a knee, holding the ring apron, as she panted like mad. Whilst she lifted Diabolica not far off the mat, she had at least used her weight against her, and Karen herself imagined 250lbs working against itself.

"Get...up.." she'd mutter, stepping back, panting still, her arms waving her opponent to get up.

Diabolica reached the fence once again and used it to get up on her feet. Just that this time it was bit slower than last time, due to her back pain. She heard Karen taunts again, but decided to stay silent this time. She kept hand on her back to keep on rubing it while she start walking toward Karen.

Diabolica moved one arm between Karen's legs and wrap other around her waist. She tried to lift her up, but back pain remaind her that this isn't a good idea. Before she at least managed to slightly lift her up, unlike now when she completly fail in her attempt. She looked at Karen and glared in her eyes, following by trying to hit her head with an elbow.

Karen's false taunt almost flopping her arms to her side, she found the bigger woman again trying to hoist her off, Karen just reaching her tiptoes as she was lifted, before Diabolica apparently gave up. Atleast if the match turned sour, Karen could take solace in the fact that she had been hoisting and squeezing the massive Mexican like she was 50lbs, where as her foe had mostly failed to lift or throw her.

Trying to push off her foes shoulders, she'd found a elbow shooting up at her, narrowly grazing her cheek as she pulled back, her back against the ring apron. She took a deep breath, knowing that if she wanted to have any hope of using one of her signature moves to put her giant foe away, she'd have to be quick, before she wouldn't have the strength to move her foe let alone lift her.

Diabolica swinged with her arm and missed Karen's face. Well, she managed to touch it, but it was far from being devistated blow. Due to Diabolica's natural slowness and already being tired in this match Karen managed to escape one more time. Still, she wasn't too concerned, since she knew that consequences are devistating once she managed to land a hit.

At least Karen was still cornered between ring and Diabolica and Mexican made another step forward, trying to reach Karen so their bodies would touch eachother. She would follow by reaching for Karen's neck with both arms and start squeezing the air out of her opponent.

Karen soon found that hefty body pressing on her one more time, leaning on her fully, with the added bonus of those giant hands wrapped around her throat. Her own hands trying to pry them off from instinct, her eyes rolled, as Diabolica's repeated assault and determination to press the air out of Karen was quickly reducing the blonde to nothing, made even worse with that 250lbs leaning on her.