Lea Vs Alouette LeBeau: And The Roughest Impressions

What many would call a basic move in their arsenal, Lea, if she spoke, would call it her most complex. Regardless, it paid the bills as it were; dropping Alouette against a surface that would of left its mark on even the greatest of amazons. Lea of course was beside herself with laughter; watching from her now laying posture, wiping her lips a moment as she began to rise. She had just made Alouette fall over after all, from a certain perspective.

Now standing next to that downed frame, Lea made the slightest of motions towards the nearby steps which had previously been forced out the way by the conflict of the two iron figures. Had reasoning not set in, Lea would of likely hoisted said steps up in order to drop them down upon the now downed giant, ever seeking more damage. Alas, whatever common sense Lea did have prevented her from such; instead she simply straightened her posture up, before stepping towards the ring.

Stepping atop of Alouettes back in process, mind.

Rolling her figure under the ropes, Lea sought to simply stand and catch herself. She'd injured Alouette it seemed, or at least dazed her. She was intent on making her work to stay in this, forcing the figure to rise on solely its own power to beat the referees count. That is, if Lea could restrain herself from rolling back out if the count itself was to near the end without Alouette making it in time.

She wasn't going to let this woman escape lightly of course.

Alouette would lay down for some time. The world around her wouldn´t stop spinning and the bless not ringing. That collision with the ringpost took the spirit right out of her. Most girls would be knocked out cold, but thanks for the stubborn head of the French she wasn´t one of the women. She was still conscious, at least a bit. Her body wasn´t reacting to anything her head was screaming and Alouette was only laying down for the moment.

After some time the French giant was pushing herself upwards, before turning around and sitting backwards against the ringpost, taking another break. Her head was leaned backwards and she was looking up into the sealing. What did this woman do her to turn her into such a mess?
After some time ALouette would raise her hand to wish the sweat of her face and when she put the hand right in front of her face she saw that there was a red lead. Blood! Looked like the collision with the ringpost opened her lips wide. Normally Alouette didn´t cared much about when she was bleeding a bit, but this time it was only making her angrier.
The French woman would reach out with her hand grabbing the apron to pull herself back up to her feet before tearing herself onto the apron and roll back into the ring to Lea. Alouette would try to get back to her feet as fast as her condition would allow, before turning around to Lea. “Now you done it bitch!”, she would scream at the quiet woman, before running over to her and trying to smash her right first against the skull of Lea.
 

It was only when Lea's frame found itself back in the ring, that did her eyes turn and find a satisfying sight. She knew she had dropped Alouettes solid skull against that ring post hard, just not how hard. Evidently, enough for the giants blonde locks to now gain a shade of red like her own! Her shoulders gaining a similar touch up!

Beside herself with laughter, Lea would find her hand upon the furthest top rope, as she leaned against it fully. Given her reaction, you could be mistaken for thinking the blonde had just watched her favourite comedy act; her sadistic, intense laughter audible even from the nosebleeds of the arena. Truthfully, the blonde showed zero signs of stopping, even as Alouette finally mustered the strength to follow her.

Slowly, Lea would slumber forward, laughing yet still with the back of her hand rubbing her mouth, showing all the signs of a woman no longer believing her foe was worth taking seriously. Once more she'd find herself wrong of course, as Alouette offered a response Lea had no answer for!

Fist connecting to chin, the blonde found herself forced not completely off her feet, but off enough to render herself no-longer standing. Back of the ropes cushioning her back as she landed in a sitting posture, the curly haired shorter blond would find that previously wiping hand now rubbing her lips, before eyes turned upon them. To those close by, her foe, and of course the referee, they could now see that Alouette had evened the playing field somewhat; as she bust Lea's lip!

Alouette would put on a weak smile as she just watched how Lea was stumbling backwards away from her. The fist of the French was still raised and she was ready to throw another punch at her opponent. But Alouette would use this moment to catch her breath and stand back up again. “Where this came from much more is waiting for you slut!”, would the French scream out loudly before trying to get closer to her quiet opponent once more. If alouette closed in enough, she would try to throw a right hook against the side of the head of Lea.

Unluckily for the big woman she was pretty worn out and so it came that her punch was coming in very slowly. But still even if Lea was able to block that or get out of the way in time Alouette would directly try to follow it up by sending another jab to the head of Lea. This punch was just as slow as the last one!

It was to the surprise of no-one, that the moment Lea had laid eyes upon her own blood, something inside the beauty changed. She was already deranged, such was apparent. And dangerous, no doubt. But now, Alouette had visual proof that she had wounded the lumbering brute. And such would not go unpunished by the curly haired blonde.

The aura of the ring itself changing, Lea rose with the entirety of her figure tensed to the maximum. Eyes latched on the giant, she'd already make the motions as the bigger woman lunged at her, stepping into that slow punch as Alouette's arm extended. Rather than block or dodge it however, she would attempt to simply halt her foe from swinging it all the way. Namely, by latching her hands onto that firm bosom of the giant; squeezing so tightly, that Alouettes very bra might shred from the mushrooming assets within!

Alouette was trying to hit her opponent, but Looks like Lea got other plans. By simply closing in to ALouette she was already making to impossible for the French to hit her. But Lea wasn´t done there… instead she would reach out with her big strong arms and warp them around Alouette. The French wanted to back away but before she was able to get away the hands were locked together behind already. Alouette would directly put her hands against the massive and strong chest of her opponent and try to shove her away.

But without any effect instead the arms around her were getting tighter and were starting to press the air out of her. “AARRGG!” would a scream of pain run out of the mothe of the big woman while she struggled a big in this killer hug. The body’s of the two women were so tight that Alouette almost couldn´t move…

Lea had no intention holding the bigger beauty for long. Not only out of somewhat resilience, knowing full well that Alouette being the bigger and thereby stronger would simply turn the hold against her, but out of simple preference to punch and slam the beauty rather than work a submission from her. Lea didn't want the bigger woman screaming her submission just yet, after all.

And it certainly didn't hurt to deliver punishment Lea seemed apt at. Namely, that which targeted the breasts.

Soon releasing her hold, Lea would attempt to put hands to the giants hips before she even realised she was free of her grip. Again without warning, Lea would attempt to raise her knee hard and fast into the gut of her foe; already squeezed somewhat, she considered it high time Alouette be made to struggle for the very air she needed!

Alouette was struggling as wildly as she could. She tried to press herself away from Lea, but she just didn´t make it. She was pressed to tight at the strong and hard body of her opponent that moving as almost impossible. And after all the punishment Alouette took during the match she wasn´t in the best shape to fight back. Luckily Lea wasn´t holding her there forever. Instead suddenly the two arms were opened and Alouette would fall to the floor.
The French giant was so worn out that she wanted to fall to her knees directly. But just when she landed on her feet and no time has passed to get any further Lea was pulling her knee up and hitting it right into the abs of the big woman. ALouette would cry out in pain before falling over forwards. If any air would have been left inside of her this knee strike would have taken it out of her. The Eyes of the big woman turned white and she was holding her abs while she was kneeling on the floor pressing her forehead against the mat. She felt like she had to puke any moment.

Lea was in a predicament.

Either she was to attempt to put away the beauty here and now, whilst the whites of her eyes were on show, or simply enjoy the sight before her. And to Lea, it was most certainly an enjoyable sight. Grabbing ahold of the beauties shoulders, Lea sought to bring the bigger woman atleast to an upright position, so she could take the satisfaction of watching the woman writhe in all her glory.

From there, it dawned on Lea. She didn't have to pick whether to watch the beauty suffer, or to finish her here and now.

She'd simply do both!

Capitalising on the airless gut of her foe, Lea sought to bring the beauty standing, straight away into her waiting arms. She took to using submissions rarely, even when her figure allowed for brutally effective ones, albeit this time made a rare exception. Mainly, because of one small addition she made to the hold.

Hooking her arms around the giants waistline, she'd attempt to pull Alouette as tightly as humanly possible against her, as her arms went to work trying to seemingly snap that tree-like figure in her arms.

Not only this, but with the small addition quickly taking place, Lea sought to watch the woman suffer. And get some action as it were. Namely, by pressing her head so hard into her foes monstrous bosom, that the motorboat alone could of been considered a submission!

Briefly looking up every now and then, to see her foe writhe!

Alouette was beaten like a school girl from her bully. The power of her opponent and this aggression was scary, even for her. The big woman suddenly felt how her opponent grabbed her and pulled her right back up… but not to help her, more like to catch her into another hell.
The two strong arms of Lea were warped around the body of Alouette and started to squeeze her tightly driving a scream of pain right out of her. The French woman would reach out with both of her hands and would start to try and press the arms of her opponent apart. But without any success. She was trapped and the only thing that she could to was screaming while Lea was enjoying her breasts…