Emilia Sandfordson And The Case Of the Just Deserts (Star)

Confidence is but a weird thing. In the right scenario, it could elevate a otherwise terrified wrestler to put on a performance many would consider unfitting of their ring ability, in a good way. In the wrong scenario, well.

Things could go horribly wrong. And said timid wrestler could very well end up with egg all over their face.

Bursting through the entrance curtain to 'Alive & Amplified' as ever now with a spring in her step, Emilia Sandfordson aimed to protrude such confidence tonight in a non-scheduled appearance by the buxom young red head. She had no match per-say ahead planned of her, which was mainly the point. How could she get her name across the many in attendance tonight if she wasn't given such a chance?

She aimed to fix that. ASAP.

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Clad in her typical wrestling gear, the redhead would immediately slide under the bottom ropes after a relatively quick descent, soon requesting a microphone from the other side. Gaining said mic in hand, she'd quickly turn to the ramp. All the while, a crowd mostly unfamiliar with the modest redhead would tilt their heads, curious and then some.

"Now, I'm not out here to bore you all with the typical 'I deserve better' rubbish you hear every night!" Turning to the crowd after briefly laying eyes on the ramp, Emilia appeared to be whiled up considerably for a woman of her stature. "None of you know who I am, and that's the whole problem!" Waving her hand in a exasperated movement, Emilia's comment seemed to get a ironic cheer of sorts from a few select in the crowd.

"Well no more! This ends tonight, I won't stand for it anymore!" Finally, she'd turn back to the ramp. Somewhat hilariously, she began to take on the form of a spoilt brat, given her small stature and tone of voice. "I've seen dozens of open challenges in this damn place, so I'm gonna issue my own!"

"Anyone in the back without something to do, come down so I can lay my footprint on your ass! Come one and all!"

There was a bustle in the back of the AFW arena. Several wrestlers milled about, some working out prematch, some getting into their outfits, others watching the monitors for what was happening in the arena. Not least the pair of Russian, known as the Red Army. Sofia and Natasha sneered at Emilia who was being as brash as possible. "We should go out there and squash that little bitch" Sofia said licking her lips. Natasha nodded and the pair were contemplating acting on their intentions. As they turned they came to an abrupt stop. They were confronted by a huge mound of flesh. Stepping back the Russians looked, it was the tag team known as Absolutely Flabulous, Amanda, Delicious and Nicole. It was Nicole who was first to speak, "Sorry girls, but I think this is a job for the hottest tag team in AFW!" She chuckled with a real deep belly laugh as the Russians looked on, disgusted. "Hottest? You are zee crazy yes?" Natasha spoke mocking the trio who had heard every fat girl joke on the planet. "Sure..." Delicious piped up, "We have all the curves we need." Sofia smirked, "Yeah ALL the curves, ppfftt. Come on Natasha..." she then spoke in Russian and the pair left the scene, leaving the giant girls to watch the screen

"Well then, shall we give this little one the full Flabulous treatment?" Delicious said, to which the others nodded. They all waddled out toward the entrance to the ramp where the stagehand queued up their music.

The crowd meanwhile were in a quiet hush of anticipation, they wondered who would answer Emilia's challenge. Suddenly the sound of "Baby Got Back" was heard with its infamous line, "OMG look at her butt...." The crowd knew exactly what and who was coming to the ring and the trio of Absolutely Flabulous came out to a roar of approval. Rather than make their way down to the ring, they all stayed at the top of the ramp, letting the crowd, and Emilia see their sheer size, and tiny bikini's that did nothing to hide their bulges and curves

Delicious, as the talker of the group grabbed a mic and spoke, "Hey redhead, and hello AFW! Now, we heard your challenge and we simply couldnt let it slide, I mean you did say Come one and all right?" The crowd cheered, and a lot looked to see the reaction of Emilia who probably didnt bet on this happening.

The trio walked forward and Delicious kept talking, "Just look at you, you are a skinny girl, we will crush you, so hmmmm.. to make it fair how about you take me on, I am only 230lbs...only...." Delicious was deliberately trying to fool Emilia because she knew that her tag partners wouldnt hesitate in jumping in, literally and squashing the girl. Just to antagonize Emilia further, Delicious said, "It's no wonder that no one knows who you are, I mean lets face it compared to a real woman, with curves and all, you might as well be invisible.... the last thing you want is to be... ya know... buried here right?" For all her size, Delicious could taunt with the best of them, a few of the crowd going nuts at the suggestion of "burying" the redhead, because they knew exactly what Delicious meant.

The big girl climbed up the steps and got into the ring, where the size difference was really apparent. "Unless you want to take on the girls also? We promise to make you known throughout AFW history....Everyone will be saying, Emilia, that girl who managed to beat the odds and pin Ab Flab..."

Emilia didn't know who she expected. Being relatively new in the company, she did not know the faces of the many champions that carried belts, yet somewhat secretly prayed one would make an appearance. She was simply feeling that confident. Her head would tilt as her gaze turned askew for a moment, as music began to blare. Evidently, someone had answered her challenge.

But of all the people Emilia was expecting, she was not expecting women of such...

Size.

Along with there being three of them. Flashbacks of her squash at the hands of the similarly statuesque Elisa in her debut made the girls heart race as her eyes widened, body already starting to shake. Soon though, she began to force her confidence to overtake such. A win here was vengeance against Elisa, redemption if anything. She certainly wasn't going to be victim to such a sizeable figure again.

She'd watch with no words spoken as the smallest of the massive trio found her way into the ring. Emilia rightfully stepped back, hand raised with microphone in hand as the girl finished speaking. Already, that cocky glare began to shine yet again.

"Whichever, whatever! I'll kick all your asses!" Screaming in defiance, Emilia soon threw the microphone to the side, where it rolled from the ring. Without so much as warning to the referee, or for a signalling of the bell, or even a stating of the actual rules within the match and who she was facing, Emilia lept into action.

Literally.

Running forward, Emilia opted to greet her much large foe by jumping at her, forearm extended, trying to connect straight to the girls shoulder!

The team of Ab Flab were smiling and laughing along with the crowd who seemed to be excited at the prospect of the mis-match. Delicious climbed into the ring, hauling her huge frame through the ropes, where even the ring creaked under the unexpected weight. She finished her commentary to Emilia who seemed less than impressed!

Meanwhile the other two members of the giant tag team took there positions either side of the ring, showing that they were not going to interfere in this match, as that would be grossly unfair, gross being the key word. The crowd however were not so generous, they wanted all three members of the team to crush Elisa.

The girl was certainly spoiling for a fight, and her sudden outburtst shocked Delicious who was not expecting the charge, the arm connected and Delicious took a step or two back, after a wobble, but still remained on her feet, whilst her rival literally bounced off her. Composing herself, Delicious looked at Emilia who would be somewhere near the canvas. "Now that was just not nice...." With that the fat wrestler, who's body was still jiggling from the impact bent down and grabbed a handful of Emilia's hair wanting to drag her up to her feet and move over to the corner.

If the girl wanted to cheat and show bad-sportswomanship, the heavy girls could oblige.

As Delicious struggled with Emilia, her equally fat tag partners would enter the ring. Normally the ref girl would stop such a blatent disregard for the rules, but at a combined 500 plus pounds, they were not to be ordered about.

The thing that Emilia had failed to realise was that even a simple slap from a girl who outweighed her by 100 plus pounds was going to be effective. Should Delicious succeed into tossing Emilia into the corner, Amanda would set off her thick thighs pumping, feet thundering heavily on the canvas, and look to splash Emilia in the corner to squash her flat against the tunbuckles for a devastating avalanche

Emilia was positive, confident even, that despite the woman's size, a well placed strike would drop her like all the rest. It did not. Obviously.

Instead, Emilia found the majority of her own frame bouncing off the much larger front of the woman before her, halting the arm coming in fully. Instead, it rather just, slapped off her opponents shoulder blade. Hoisted up as easily as she fell down, Emilia would but scream as the bigger woman before her handled her with absolute ease, the size difference immediately making its mark.

"You...big bully!" She'd roar, despite being the one to both goad out a challenger, and start the fight. She'd find her place in the corner, which she knew could only spell disaster given the possibilities for crushing. Before she could even muster a comeback, her eyes would find themselves not on the woman who threw her; but an even heavier woman, who soon smashed all sense, wind, and seemingly life out of the redhead!

Emilia screaming her lungs out, as her entire frame was forced to concave with that monstrous body avalanche!

The crowd gave a cry of pain as Amanda crushed Emilia to the cornerpads. The fat girls body was so huge that she literally covered the redhead and only her legs were visible which seemed shakey now, understandably with the immense weight jumping into the girl. Delicious by comparison was loving every moment of this, choosing to stand by the ropes and adjust her top, flicking her hair nonchalantly as if she was preparing for some kind of photoshoot.

Amanda eventually stepped back and peeled herself off Emilia. The crowd held their breath to see if the feisty redhead was even still alive. Thankfully she seemed so, just a lot flatter than before. Amanda reached around to the back of the girls head and led her away from the corner, and unceremoniously tossed her towards the centre of the ring, and the one member of Ab Flab who hadnt seen any action yet, Nicole.

Unless Emilia regained some consciousness and ring awareness, Nicole would take off to the opposite side of the ropes, looking to bounce off them, the ring almost collapsing from the sheer weight thundering along it. Amanda did likewise and Delicious who knew what was coming, chuckled with a loud belly laugh. Unless Emilia fell or somehow got out of the way, she was heading for a softer version of what the girls called, the "Tummy Tuck"

The moment the heavyweight peeled herself from Emilia, the girl fell to the ropes. The crowd itself seemed to be of mixed opinion; on one hand, the move looked to be outright brutal, bordering overkill on a girl half their size. On the other side of things, Emilia had ran her mouth, and thrown the first strike without a warning even being given.

Nearly falling to the ground from the loss of wind and size, Emilia was somewhat grateful to her heavyweight foe for her aid in dragging her to the centre of the ring. Of course, it didn't click until she was dead centre that such a thing could only mean worse for her. They were metaphorically dragging her to the execution platform.

Only as she turned at the last moment to Nicole sprinting at her did she realise she was essentially done for. She too heard the thud of heavy steps behind her, which meant only one thing. She was about to become even flatter.

Her arms would spasm over the soft curves that embraced her as hefty skin met her own, crushing the wind outright from her as if she was a balloon ripe for popping. Her eyes nearly burst entirely from her head, before the girl again settled down into the soft flesh that bound her. Not that she had a choice. She was simply and utterly crushed.

The fat girls sandwiched Emilia between them, again enjoying their game and even went as far as giving a laugh. "I think she is enjoying this hon" Nicole said, to which Amanda replied, "Yeah and it is just starting." The words must have terrified Emilia because it was obvious the team of Ab Flab had no intention of ending this match early. They were going to show off all their moves for the crowd, who seemed to want to see the show. Eventully the pair parted leaving Emilia to slide to the canvas ready for Delicious to have her fun

As soon as the girl was on the canvas, Delicious would waddle over. She felt to simply crush the girl with their weight was far too easy, this was wrestling and they were wrestlers after all. She dropped to her very large bottom and slid her legs out, which looked like tree trunks and almost were as big as Emilia's entire body. "Wakey wakey sweetheart, the squashing comes with a side order of squeezing..." Delicious would grab the girls head and pull it between her immense thighs, looking to apply a headscissor. She couldnt resist nuzzling the girls face right up against her crotch and was content to just hold her. Delicious, as any moment of Ab Flab could have popped her head if she wanted to, but for now it was better to let the girl recover, yet be under control

The scissors was simple overkill, pure and simple. If it were a singles match, Emilia could of likely been pinned successfully after the body avalanche. Not even that in truth; if one of the girls, even the lightest, was to simply lay atop the girl for a pin, she would have been unable to break free regardless of condition and stamina. When her cheeks were forced against those thighs after falling to the ground, Emilia only croaked and gagged, slapping whatever skin she could in vain. Her stomach and chest was already red raw from the two crushing moves, and now her cheeks were being forced to match. In truth, Emilia didn't know if she could hold on for more than a few seconds before likely passing out, filling the canvas with drool, or both. All she could do was squirm.