Izzi vs. ???

Izzi got some relief as Amelie was forced to relinquish her grip but unfortunately the diversion had given Karen enough to recover and come straight back on her. The brat could feel Karen's large bust pressing right into the back of her shoulder blades as her blonde pig tails were yanked to pull her back into position.

"n'aarh!" Izzi choked out as Karen forced her weight down upon her small wirey frame, pushing her throat right across the middle ropes and starting to throttle her. Her arms waved about frantically and her feet stubbed at the mat, trying to struggle free as the ref girl yelled and counted the bigger woman

Soon enough, through a combination of the fact Karen obviously didn't want to be disqualified, nor did she want to choke Izzi in such a manner for much longer, the big blonde would quickly relent. Her assault, but not so much her hands, which forced Izzi away from the ropes with a hard pull of shoulder and hair.

Now with Izzi back in her hands, Karen would quickly bend down, locking her hand to her foes throat and stomach. Whilst not even close to being the strongest in AFW, Karen had the power to hoist the much smaller woman as she did; lifting her directly overhead in a gorilla press for all to see!

Finally Karen let up on the little brat, leaving her gasping and spluttering as she sat propped up against the ropes. She wasn't given much time to herself though as the brute of a woman grabbed her by the head and shoulders to pull her up and away from the ropes.

"nh.." Izzi grunted out, her head snapping back a little as Karen clapped the one hand around the front of her throat, the other placed on her bare sweat coated belly. Then with little effort on Karen's part, the kawaii's was hoisted into the air over head... Izzi desperately pressed down on Karen's shoulder with her hands to support herself as best as she could, but otherwise she was completely at the aggressive woman's mercy as she was held up high

Karen was a powerhouse no doubt, but the blonde rarely made efforts such as this to hoist her foe up in such a dominating manner. Had Izzi been larger, Karen would of been wasting strength she could of otherwise being utilising simply to hoist the woman up. Luckily, Izzi was indeed lacking a certain large aspect to her size.

Taking but a small step towards the centre of the ring, Karen would latch eyes with her victims own, as Izzi's hands pressed to her shoulder.

"Not so smug now, huh? You little bitch."

A quick cocky insult by the blonde would soon be followed by a simple release; tipping Izzi slightly in front of her before letting her drop to the ground. She didn't know how her foe would land, nor did she really care.

She just wanted it to hurt.

Izzi was completely helpless, her tiny sweaty body being held up high in the air for everyone to see. She tried her best to wiggle and squirm out of Karen's grasp but even if she was able to do so, she knew that the result would still be a bad ending as she was over 6 feet up in the air!

Finally Karen was done showing off her far superior strength and she let the little kawaii girl drop down to the mat right in front of her..

"Ugh!" Izzi let out as she landed on her front with a thump, her body bouncing up onto all threes.. one of her arms tightly wrapped around her small boobs that had just pancaked against the canvas

Karen, sadistically enough, was evidently pleased that Izzi landed on her torso as opposed to her skull. For the torture the amazon had in mind, she most certainly didn't want Izzi to lose consciousness before hand. Smiling as Izzi's hand came to her small chest, Karen slowly assumed a posture right in front of the small Brat, hands briefly to her hips as if she was posing before her foe.

"Huh...That must suck...your tits taking a little beating huh?" Karen's small chuckle quickly turned into loud honest laughter, as the amazon mostly by accident had attained some revenge for her own ample bosoms abuse at the hands of Izzi. Bending down whilst still laughing, Karen would grab a hand of the much smaller woman's locks, before trying to yank her head in between her thick thighs.

"Fun's not over!" Arms coming up and around Izzi's thin waist, Karen would lift the Kawaii upwards in dead lifting fashion, trying to put Izzi on her shoulders, prime powerbomb position!

Izzi panted down toward the canvas as she remained proper up on hands and knees.. Karen loomed in close, mocking the kawaii's girl as she was now fully back in control of things..

Izzi let out a restless sounding groan as Karen snagged ahold of her blonde's hair and forced her head up a bit.. Izzi's check went up against the front of Karen thigh, her cute pants blowing in between the other woman's legs as Izzi tenderly reached a hand up and pawed at the side of Karen's waist and butt cheek. The poor little girl really needed a break but the brute Karen just wouldn't leave her be.

Izzi's cheek scraped harshly across Karen's thigh as her had was pulled and stuffed down right under her crotch... Izzi's hand hooking weakly around the back of Karen's legs, then in the next moment she was hoisted up onto the giant's shoulders.. her lycra covered crotch moist with sweat pressing right into Karen's face

Even with her cockiness abound, it was probably accurate for Karen to believe that even if she was tired beyond all belief, she could still likely hoist up Izzi in such a dominant manner like in the way she just had.

Her size advantage was simply, too damn much.

With that sweaty figure pressing crotch first into Karen's chin, the amazon would be quick to bring her head up a touch, so that she was not essentially being smothered in it. Hands holding her back, Karen was confident that even with a few jabs, Izzi was staying put.

"You look so helpless...I almost feel bad for you..." Karen purred, carrying the woman in small circles high up in the air, her confidence ripe.

"Wait...who am I fucking kidding...!" Roaring in laughter, Karen would aim to bring the Brat back down to earth, almost attempting to break her spine with a monstrous powerbomb straight down!

Izzi could feel Karen hot and heavy breath right against her crotch, the sweat soaking the lycra allowing the breeze to pass through the material more easily right onto her mound. She shuffled a little, her hands gently holding onto the back of Karen's head as the bully started to turn her around..

The Brat was in real trouble here and as she starte to shake off some of the daze from the previous fall, she came a little more to her senses.

"Wha-..? ... no!" Izzi yelped, trying to grasp onto Karen's hair with one fingerless gloved hand, striking down at the top of her foe's head with the other... But Izzi was not in a good position to get power behind her punches and was still too weak... It was also far far too late to be struggling against the inevitable thunderous move coming up as Karen swung the little girl down at the canvas like she wanted to put her right through the middle of the ring!!!

*THUMP!* A sympathetic "ooowww!" came from the audience although Izzi barely could struggle out a gruff sounding grunt from between her lip as she hit the mat.. Izzi's legs doubled over her head as she hit, brought down with enough force that her little body sprung up almost completely into a sitting position. There she lingered for a moment, a vacant look on her face before she slumped down onto one side. She panted hard and irregularly against the surface of the mat, her whole body shifting with each puff of air that came ruggedly out of her lips... Her body glistening in the ceiling lights, trickles of sweat rolling down her white skin and blotting into the mat underneath her.

Izzi was so done.. but that didn't mean that Karen was done.. The ref checked the little girl and looked nervously at Karen, wondering whether to call the match

Karen roared, likely the loudest she'd ever roared in a wrestling match, as she delivered that power bomb. She had every reason to pour her passion and fury into the manoeuvre.

She absolutely despised Izzi. With every fibre of her being.

Pulling herself off the moment she forced Izzi's back to near shatter on the canvas, Karen would bring a hand up to her now-sweating forehead, motioning the hair out of her face as she exhaled deeply. She would be momentarily shocked to find the Brat near effortlessly pushing herself up to a sitting posture, before it became apparent that such a move was akin to a spasm; one that Izzi likely couldn't control nor prevent.

Karen's shock immediately faded, as she now bent over in a hearty laughter at the site of the brutalised Brat.

"Woha...You had me there...Ahaha...!" Bringing a hand to her chest, Karen would even turn a glance to Amelie at her side as she laughed, before turning her gaze to the referee. She may have had a rare-smile to her face, but even underneath the honest grin, Karen was shooting metaphorical daggers at the referee to not stop the match.

"Come on...let's hear something break..." Closing the distance the moment she was done 'smiling' at the referee, Karen again ragdolled the poor Brat via her short locks, this time quickly forcing her in the direction she wanted rather than a slow teasing rise. Said direction was not too far; as Karen opted this time for a simple over-the-knee backbreaker; pulling Izzi across her as she kneeled with her other leg. Applying a small push at first, Karen would soon up the power; trying to wrench that spine over her knee, in an effort to force Izzi to scream back to her full senses!