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We are in a exclusive private club in Chicago. The seats are filled by wealthy members of the club came here to watch the big event of the night.
Empty and full glasses and ashtrays over the tables.
The main event is the pro wrestling match between Rose and Joanie.
Two big ladies had a lot of nasty and rough bouts in their careers but this is the first time they're together in the same ring, face to face, body to body.
The two ladies will wrestle in the small ring of the club only wearing their favourite bikinis and barefoot.
There will be no mercy for the loser for sure!
BigBadRose: 6'0" in 170 lbs
Big Momma Joanie: 5'5" in 217 lbs
You can swap your vote in any moment during the polls.
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It's a familiar venue and many of the folks at ringside and I are acquainted. I am announced: "Introducing our home town girl, weighing in at 217 pounds, BIG MOMMMMA JOANNNNNNNIEEEEEEEE!!" I emerge from behind the curtain, in a light jog (if I can do anything lightly), high fiving, knuckle bumping and even occasionally hugging those that line the path to the ring. Finally making my way to the apron, I am up and into the ring, appearing much younger and lighter than I am. I take my corner, green kini definitely 10 pounds too small if not 15, my long brown hair loose. Barefoot, tanned and looking ready to rough some poor girl up!
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(Oh and almost forgot - thanks to Rose for setting this up!)
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my money is on joanie. bad time for rose. ;) ;)
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I stand behind the curtain hearing the enthusiastic crowd welcoming my rival before the announcer goes on and introducing myself "and her opponent, coming from Europe standing 6'0" in 170 lbs...BIG BAD ROSEEEEEE" I make my way through the curtain in a very different style than Joanie..I stand there with my hands on my hips and pushing my chest out in my blue bikini..I push my neck up too to look even taller than I am and finally walking down between some polite applause around me..I don't even look at the crowd..my only target is the woman in the ring and I look up as I climb the steps and reach the apron..I slightly push the top rope lower and lift my right leg and climb over the top rope like The Undertaker does...I move to my corner and hiss through the ring "maybe 20 years ago you could have a little chance....you're still in time to forfeit.." I confidently grin as I crack my knuckles ready to get this win
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We are in a exclusive private club in Chicago. The seats are filled by wealthy members of the club came here to watch the big event of the night.
Empty and full glasses and ashtrays over the tables.
The main event is the pro wrestling match between Rose and Joanie.
Two big ladies had a lot of nasty and rough bouts in their careers but this is the first time they're together in the same ring, face to face, body to body.
The two ladies will wrestle in the small ring of the club only wearing their favourite bikinis and barefoot.
There will be no mercy for the loser for sure!
BigBadRose: 6'0" in 170 lbs
Big Momma Joanie: 5'5" in 217 lbs
You can swap your vote in any moment during the polls.
Poor Rose. She doesn't know what a mess she's gotten herself into. YET.
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The Bear never bets against Joanie.
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Rose looks great but Joanie is my girl. She will win using her toughness , size and skill.
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Looks like a good tilt on paper, but Joanie will crush her.
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Joanie..., EASILY
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I watch the European amazon head to the ring all business like. I love how she climbs over the top rope trying to intimidate me - fat chance! I lean back in my corner coolly, watching her all blustery and fuming. "She is a tall one" I think to myself but as I look her up and down I see hold after hold, target after target. I'd love to work those legs so badly that she can't get out of the ring under her own power! The leg holds start to fly across my mind, seeing her hurt and unable to defend myself but I also have to remember what those legs are capable of.
The ref comes to me and starts to check me out but honestly, where am I going to hide anything ion THIS suit?? She gets a confused look on her face and turns to my opponent who is equally as incapable of packing anything but 170 pounds of Amazonian curves.
Finally the ref makes eye contact with me and then Rose . . . then signals for the bell. It's on!
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i see badrose steps in the ring over the top rope. omg, joanie, looks not so good for you. ;)
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I notice your eyes are scanning my body head to toe, stopping for several seconds on my legs. Grabbing the top rope with both hands I lift my heels and inhale to look even bigger and taller than I am as I put my best smirk across my face. You don't reply to my taunt, there's already who does for you. Your fans are cheering you on, confident that you can easily put me down. You must have a clean score on here.
That doesn't impress me, it will be so much fun to make you squeal in submission and throw your defeated body at their feet.
I squeeze my fingers on the top rope and glare at the referee as she approachs me, there's no way in the world she's gonna touch my body with her dirty hands.
She nods at me and then here's the signal. The bell ring is followed by a cheer from the members of the club and it's on.
What's impresses me is that you're very quick for your size, you move out of the corner with some quick bounces and your big melons jump some inside of your smaller bikini top.
I see some interesting targets over your body and I will make sure to wear you down on them.
I purposely move slower than you and we meet in the middle of the ring with our hands extended forward like we are going for a clinch but at the last moment I back off and straighten my body up, lifting my arms up like I'm challenging you to a test of strength.
You don't refuse but I'm making you a hard way as I lift my hands high over my head where your height doesn't allow you to reach causing the boos of your fans and your frustration.
That's the moment where I lift my knee with a sudden move and trying to hit your big and wide belly with it as hard I can to show you who's the boss here
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damn, i close my eyes. didn`t can see it. ;)
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You raise your hands straight up and while I'm not afraid of a knuckle lock with you, I know I can't reach your hands. But I have to play along to keep that body of yours open to attack. So I reach up as if I'm going to try but am readying my right leg. Just as I start to pull it back, your knee hammers my midsection and I let out a horrible "HOAGFFFF!!" I was completely unprepared for that thinking I was the smart one but you were a split second ahead of me! I fold over your knee like a poker player with a 2-7 off-suit hand, eyes wide at first but then squeezing closed in agony. My right shoulder falls forward into you and I am relying on you to keep me upright. My long brown hair flips forward, covering my reddened face and I feel sick! This was not how I saw this battle starting at all!
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I feel your shoulder on my body and your hair brushing on my breasts as you lean forward after the knee attack. I realize your belly may be your weak spot and I don't waste time. With my left hand I grab a fullhand of your hair to tug your head up. The ref moves closer in the attempt to warn me to not pull hair but before she can even open her mouth I charge my right fist backwards and drive a tight ball fist on your wide belly, then a second making sure your body is exposed by pulling on your hair along with the punches
"No close fists Rose! This isn't boxing!" The ref yells while the crowd boos my illegal tactics
"You should get a diet bitch" I hiss and grab on your hair with both hands and trying to sling your body against one of the corner of the small ring
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The amazon isn't kidding around. With my abs already dented, she goes right back to them with a couple of solid if not huge shots, making sure I REALLY cannot breathe. Those are painful and will surely take a toll but then you start shooting your mouth off about my weight. Taunting really annoys me in a match, especially so early and uncalled for. So my face reddens even more, but now from anger. I think about striking back but my hair is wrapped tightly and I am swung against my will, back first into a corner. I let out a "HUHHH!" and grab the top ropes on either side of the corner to steady myself. Already I feel a hint of perspiration, the lack of air making me very uncomfortable. I push the hair out of my face and lean in the corner, glad for the support.
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I noticed that my taunting words had hit a nerve on you and that probably got you mad enough to waste a second more before striking your first blow of the match. I send your thick body against the corner and the impact against your back makes the ropes shaking some.
The crowd gasps and encourages you to fight back but it looks like now you're trying to recover from the early vicious belly shots.
The ref tries to get face to face with me and she touches her hair "no hair pulling..I'm warning you!"
"Make me stop then.." I simply hiss at her with a cold look in my eyes to intimidate her
I look around and point at you "look at your heroine...she must be good for a sandwich!" I laugh and mock you again before I rush forward into you, the ring shaking under my run as I dive forward and trying to bodysplash into you, wanting to crush your body between me and the buckles
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You are starting to believe your own BS about how good you are and it's going to cost you. In fact, it's going to cost you right now! The boards rumble as you take long strides toward me but you are not terribly quick. I see you lunge, looking to flatten my big curves but all I need to do is lean back, thrust my right knee up and let you impale your self. Your expression changes to horror mid-flight and I simply smile coyly. I can only hope my knee makes the same kind of impression (literally) that yours did!
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When I see your knee up pointing to my flying body is definitely too late! My eyes wide open in horror as I realize what's happening and that I'm not able to do anything to stop it. Your knee brutally hits my stomach
"UHUOOOHH" I loudly groan, my hair flailing forward while my body is bent on the midsection. I fall on my feet first then my ass crumbles down and I finally lay on my side with both arms holding on my stomach as I'm out of breathe. My right barefoot kicking the mat as my face shows the big pain that I'm feeling right now..and the crowd goes wild seeing how the hometown lady took her rival down with a single blow!
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The amazon may be about to learn her confidence was misplaced.
With you on your left side sucking wind, I grab your hair in both hands and pull you up to your knees in front of me - right where you belong! I stuff your head between my thighs and apply a standing head scissor, then do some calf raises (showing off my monstrous calves) to stiffen and straighten my legs against the sides of your head and neck. Up and down, up and down we go, until after five cycles, I drop to my knees, introducing your forehead and face to the canvas but it is not a polite introduction. A solid "thump" sounds as my knees and your head make contact, and I figure between the knee to the belly and that last sequence, you should be pretty shaken up.
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I feel your hands on my hair forcing me on my knees with your thick thighs and bikini bottom right in front of me.
"Hairrr..ref...she's pulling my hairrrr" I protest but the hairpulling is only to have me in the position and the ref doesn't even warn you. Especially after what I did to you only few moments ago.
The next thing I know is that your huge thighs are wrapping my head and neck and my face shows all the pain I'm feeling.
"AAAAAAHH LET GO..YOU BITCH!!!" I scream out as my hands slapping on your thighs and the back of your knees but without success.
You start to do some calf raises for the joy of your fans that follow the action counting each calf raises.
I try to shove on your thighs but there's no way I can escape. I can't do anything to avoid the rough meeting with the mat as my face slams hardly there
"OOUUUHUU" and I end laying on my chest with my face laying on my right cheek, visibly stunned by the impact
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Now it's time to use that long body against itself. I crawl around to your left side, toss my right leg over you and sit on your lower back. Reaching forward, I grab both of your arms and pull them up over my thighs, the fans at ringside knowing exactly where I am headed. Cupping my hands under your chin, I start to lean back, strrrrretching your neck and arching your back in a camel clutch! My arms press against the outside of my girls, pushing them together and creating some (very) deep cleavage! Not yet applying full pressure, I lock in the hold, not expecting you to submit, but expecting that back to start numbing pretty rapidly. 30 seconds pass . . . 45 . . . a minute, still not applying full pressure but content to wear you down systematically. Just for fun I bark, "Ask her ref!"
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The impact against the mat stunned me and I lay there, I lift my head some to try to shake it but in the same moment you plump your ass against my lower back so your weight now is on me
"Unggh" I groan but my movement are still kind of slow and I can't fight back like I wish when you lock my arms back and grab on my chin to pull my head back applying pressure to my back which is forced in a camel clutch.
"UUUHH NO SHITTTT" I protest and squirm with my body from under you but with not success as your weight firmly hold me in place.
"FUCKIN BITCH" I hiss as you talk with the ref
"What you say Rose? Talk to me" she says
"Never!!!!" I yell feeling the pain increasing over my back but refusing to submit.
"YOU FATTIE! GET OFF ME!!!" I scream causing you to apply more pressure in the hold "AAAAHHH" I twitch my body left and then right, knowing that it won't help me to get my body free but in the process I am able to pull my right arm free and quickly and blindly drive it back, hoping to hit your side or even better your gigantic tit
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I work on that back and neck for a good while as you do your best to shake free and finally your right arm pops loose. You start tossing that elbow back wildly but your arm mostly just bounces off my big and well planted right leg. However, the clutch is no longer very effective, so I heave back one last time, REALLY arching your back and neck. I hold you there for a few seconds, your face nearly parallel with the ceiling, staring into the bright lights. I then snap my arms open and let your face splat to the canvas . . . and another thud. I plant my palms high in your back and push up, thinking about getting off, but then I remember the cracks about my weight so I just drop, landing my butt in your lumbar, looking to crush the air out of you and wear you down some more.
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My plan to get free not working, or better it only partially works as my arm is free but not able to hurt on your side like I wish. I stay trapped in your camel clutch and my back is really hurting bad now as you force it in a really not nice angle
"AAAAGHGGGGGH GET...OFFFF" I scream out in pain but still refusing to submit to you with this hold.
finally you release the hold and my face snaps forward and down against the mat as I've no chance to push my hands forward to protect my face
"UHUU" I cry out and look in front of me, as I feel your hands on my back I start to push myself forward and lunge my right hand with the intention to grab the bottom rope when my face expression turns in horror again. Your full weight lands on my lower back and you're really working my back bad now. Your fans are enjoying it very much. I shake my head and grit teeth as I drive my right hand forward and grab the bottom rope yelling as louder I can
"ROPE ROPE...SOMEONE GET THIS BITCH OFF OF ME!!!" I crazily scream
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I'll be more than happy to pin, I mean, take on the winner. :-)
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I'll be more than happy to pin, I mean, take on the winner. :-)
That's going to be me and oh, puhlllease!!
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My Amazonian opponent reaches out with that long arm and manages to snag the bottom rope. I have to break and I do, sort of. I rise, the ref stops counting and I drop again, crushing my butt into your lumbar. My hefty girls bounce heavily as I land and I bounce lightly on your back to tease you and make them bounce some more. Finally I stand, seeing you flat on your belly, arm still holding on to the rope albeit weakly. So I reach down and snag your ankles and jerk you free of the ropes and to the center of the ring. tossing your right leg down, I focus on your left. Placing my right foot in the back of your knee, I lift your leg and bang the knee into the canvas. I lift and repeat, lift and repeat, now quite happy to break you down, starting to consider a big finisher.
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I tightly squeeze on the rope, wanting to take advantage and have some seconds more to recover breathe and health. But you've different plans and drag me toward the middle of the ring. I lose the grip and now I'm in the mid of the ring.
"Heyy no! Cheater! I had the ropes!!!!" I scream but that doesn't help a lot, my right leg is trapped down under your 217 lbs and you work on my left slamming it down once, then again causing more cheers and yells of your fans. I need a plan and I need it now! I drive my right hand back and use my nails to scratch on your foot and calf. Of course, I'm not thinking that I can hurt you with but only to distract you and grab your ankle and tug it hard. That doesn't make you fall but you lose some balance and the grip on my legs. I crawl backward again to recover breathe, but you're again on me and that's the time I lift my right barefoot up and hit between your legs with my right heel!
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very interesting matchup!
Joanie will eat her rival in the end, Rose isnt still at her level!
I guess that it should be the time for me to get back in the action here and kick that fat old ass of Joanie and teach her a thing or two! ;)
...and it may happen very soon!
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Even before reading any of the match I thought Joanie would crush her if she knows how to use her weight. Now looking at the match it's clear Joanie has already got the tall amazon worn down. Could have finished her with the camel clutch easily but chose to punish her back even more with those butt drops turning this into a brutal mismatch.
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very interesting matchup!
Joanie will eat her rival in the end, Rose isnt still at her level!
I guess that it should be the time for me to get back in the action here and kick that fat old ass of Joanie and teach her a thing or two! ;)
...and it may happen very soon!
Another wannabe challenger? SHEESH!!
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very interesting matchup!
Joanie will eat her rival in the end, Rose isnt still at her level!
I guess that it should be the time for me to get back in the action here and kick that fat old ass of Joanie and teach her a thing or two! ;)
...and it may happen very soon!
Another wannabe challenger? SHEESH!!
Wannabe challenger?
You're so going to regret this!
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The tall brunette still has some fight left in her! After working that knee into the canvas a couple times she manages to fight back, getting free and sending a heel between my legs? REALLY? I let out a yelp and step back slowly and awkwardly, finally getting to the ropes, leaning against them, using them for support. I breathe deeply, trying to gather myself, watching my opponent struggle to get to her feet. As I rest, my anger increases. You're beaten and we both know it and that low blow was uncalled for. I glare at you as you rise, wanting now to punish you even more before finishing you.
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I stay down as I can feel pain almost everywhere in my body, but mostly on my leg and back now as you worked them with some nasty attacks. I look at you as I finally get on my feet, I notice the anger in your eyes and as you are in the ropes I think on what I can I do next. I rush forward with my energies left, ignoring the ref who's warning me about low blows, and I lean forward trying to drive myself shoulder first against your belly wanting to send you between the ropes and eventually outside the ring for some action there in the concrete
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Apparently I have not done a good enough of breaking Rose down because here she comes again! But if she wasn't very quick at the start of the match, she is just plain slow now. She lumbers toward me, looking to do some damage. I toss my arms across the top rope on either side of me, brace myself and use a tactic I used earlier - I point my right knee. I don't care if it contacts her head, shoulder, chest - as long as it makes contact, which at this point should pretty much disable her and ripen her for a BIG finish!
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The rhythm of my pace is slow and my barefeet heavily stomp the mat under me. I am confident I can send you outside the ring from between the middle and bottom ropes so to continue the action in a even rougher way on the concrete next to your fans, doesn't really matter about the risk! But you're way fresher than me at this point and that low blow only got things worse. I am face down, rushing forward like a raging bull and I never see your knee lifting up toward my face. You hit right between my eyes, they roll as I stumble one step backwards, then a second even more awkward before I crumble on on ass first and end eagle spread in the middle of the ring
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I was thinking Joanie was going to lift both her legs up and body scissor Rose. The amazon would have been crushed beyond belief. I think Joanie is just being soft on her.
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hmmmm i think she's faking being all spread eagle, maybe a few bodyslams just to be sure ;)
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My opponent t goes down like she has been shot but she has proven to be strong and durable so if I am going to finish her, I need to FINISH her. Stepping to Rose's head, I use that very long hair as a handle, first sitting her up and then with great struggle, getting her to her feet. She is so dazed . . . her legs are rubbery and I doubt she knows where she is but finally I get her standing. I dip, slip my right hand between her legs and cup her butt. Picking up 170 "dead" pounds is a load but get her up I do. I hang her on my chest for a moment, turn toward the center of the ring and send her to her back with a BIG BODY SLAM! BOOOOOM!!
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i clap my hands for joanie.
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I start to blink my eyes and stir some when I feel your hands solidly grab my hair and lift me up on my ass first and then on my feet
"UHU NO..WAIT.." I protest knowing that in this moment I won't be able to counterattack any of your moves. My hands trying to shove on you but with my energies almost left I can only pat your body on your thick thighs and hips. The crowd chants your name now as you prove all your power by scooping me up, my feet pointing up to the ceiling as I groan "OOHH..NO..NO" I shake my head in fear before you slam me down. My body crushes in a impact that echoes in the whole club, the impact makes the ring loudly shakes and I hold the small of my back, my movements so slow
"Stop..stop.." I groan, worried that you can go on with the punishment
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no way the punishment must go on! *giggles* tittysmother!
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Like her switch has been flipped, Rose seems to be done - no more fight left in her. Buuuuuuut . . . I am not done. There are some in attendance who would have liked to see me lose to the amazon. And the amazon sure was confident early on. I think there are several people in the house and one in the ring that need a message spelled out loudly and clearly.
The slam seems to have broken you but I want you to remember very well what happened tonight. So using a classic move, I go to your feet, grab them and tuck your ankles under my arms. Pressing my big, strong (and still fresh) legs into action, I begin to spin the European girl counter clock wise. Yup - giant swing. We get around the first time, her shoulders and hair dragging along the canvas but we're picking up speed. The second time around is smoother and faster. The third revolution sees us still gaining momentum with Rose's hair and body lifting to almost horizontal. My feet pad on the mat in small, rapid steps as I seek to disorient my opponent.
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Oh shit! This is going to be awesome.
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The pain in my back is just too much and this time I don't even try to get up or crawl away. I'm laying down rubbing on my back when you grab my ankles and firmly secure them under your strong arms. I look up into your eyes, not really realizing what's going to happen now.
"What..what are you...?" Then you start to move in circle and swinging my body in circles. Now it's the time when I realize your wicked plan. "UUHUO...N...NO..WAIT.." I protest but you're already putting strength in the spin, proving to anyone here who's the boss in the ring. You spin me like I'm a lightweight wrestler. The crowd is roaring in excitement as they want to see more of this. "AAAAHHAAAAGG" I'm totally disoriented now as the whole world is spinning. The ref got carefully away from us giving you all room to complete your plan. I close my eyes now, knowing that what's about to happen will be devastating for me!
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You might be finished, but . . . the fans deserve a better show. After three spins we are at full speed but we go around a fourth and then a fifth for good measure. I can tell by your face and body language you are not well, but heck - that's what makes this fun! After five full revolutions I open my arms and send the amazon across the ring, sort of like the hammer throw in the Olympics. I am a bit dizzy after exerting that amount of force so after I hear you thud to the boards, I gave to take a few seconds to get my head together.
Finally I turn and locate you in a ball, against the ropes, looking like you have been out drinking all night. I just hope you don't do the Technicolor yawn!
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You complete a couple of spins more and I'm totally out of orientation now. My body spins like a wheel at fast speed, cameras are keeping track of the scene as they see a big and tall woman like me treat like a rag doll by the huge and beloved hometown lady. I can't do anything, you finally release and my body flies before hitting partially the corner and partially the ropes before falling down on the mat out of myself. Still conscious but not knowing where I am as the noise of the cheering and roaring are really deafening now
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ooooo devastating finisher anyone? torture rack or upsidedown bearhug my top 2
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That was awesome! What a powerhouse!
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I quickly assess your condition and it's about what I expected. Figuring you're just about mine at this point, I move to you and grab your long hair in both hands. "Come on sweetie, come on . . . away from the ropes now." I drag you harshly to the center of the ring and sit you up. I watch as your upper body sways like a willow in the wind, your head in a complete funk. Now it's time for some rough stuff . . .
From behind, I twist your hair into a loose "noose" and wrap it around your neck. Giving it a good PULL, I choke you with your own hair! This elicits a huge rise from the crowd, seeing me rough up the worn down amazon. I only choke for a few seconds before letting go of your hair . . . only to apply a sleeper! I lay my "weight" on your head and neck and cinch the hold tightly, figuring you can't hold out long in your condition.
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joanie, please, it`s time. finnish her. ;)
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The last fly highly dazed and stunned me. everything is still spinning and when I try to orient myself I fall to the side with one hand on my head and groaning. I barely hear your words, they seem so far away but instead you're on me again dragging me in the mid of the ring and force me in a sitting position. I don't react at all, I just move my arms and hands but that doesn't work at all. You pull on my hair and use it to choke me but only to keep me in place. I try to grab your wrist but I've no more energies on me and I cough out in protest. Then you easily change your tactic and apply a perfect sleeper on me. One ofyour big arm on my neck, the other holding my head in place as I feel your big breasts pushing on the back of my head. I can't even shake my head in panic, I try to fly my arms around but only to give some pat on your strong and big arms. From the crowd there are many flashes of cameras wanting to take pics of the scene. After some more seconds I close my eyes and my arms drop as I pass out in your sleeper hold
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And fade quickly you do. Your weak protest is brief and in a matter of moments, your motion ceases. I hang on a for a few more seconds to make sure you're not playing me but as soon as the bell sounds I release and lay you down. I get to my feet, raise my arms in celebration and do a victory lap around the ring, waving and blowing kisses. Miss Rabbit was perfectly correct in her early prediction - Rose was not ready for this. Better luck next time amazon!
(Just a little trash at the end - Rose is really very sweet and I thank her for setting up this poll.)
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Thanks Joanie for the match and thank to all who commented and voted.
I lost a battle but I will get back and I will win the war!
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Perfect match, ladies. I am always happy to watch Big Momma Joanie crushing her opponent in pro wrestling!