Oksana Stankina vs. Oshiro Suzu - Stinkface Showdown

Match Type - Standard Rules
Winning Conditions - Stinkface Finish (Winner must maintain a stinkface on their opponent for ten consecutive seconds)

When her sister had first told her of what it felt like to be backstage right before your debut matchup, Suzu hadn't really gotten it. Kameyo was the type who got easily flustered and very emotional, so it hadn't surprised Suzu when her older sister had spoken of the nerves, or how her stomach did somersaults as she waited to be announced. The younger of the two sisters did have a bit of a temper perhaps, but she rarely got worked up over the small stuff like Kameyo did.

Right now though, she understood what her sister had been telling her about. She stood just behind the black curtains separating the backstage area from the start of the aisle leading to ringside, only the thin black material between her and the thousands of people in attendance tonight to see the matchups. The thought made her feel a little queasy, but she took a deep breath and sucked it up, putting a game-face on as she psyched herself up. She could hear her music starting up, and pushing aside the curtain, she stepped out into the bright lights of the arena beyond, arms raised high and an energetic grin on her face.

She had to admit, she hadn't expected her debut match to be one with such a condition attached to it, but she'd been assured that she was exceptionally well-equipped to provide her opponent a real challenge, regardless of her lack of any match record. It was hard to argue against that point - while her sister Kameyo was taller and heavier, Suzu's weight had settled mostly in two areas, her sizeable chest and her round dome of an ass. It certainly showed in her match attire, consisting of a plain white sports top which struggled to contain her overflowing breasts, and a match pair of shorts stretched across her sizeable rear, looking more like a thong as the material wrestled it's way between her cheeks, leaving the soft, peachy buns to bounce freely. Her white lace-up boots and matching kneepads finished the simple but effective attire, and the crowd certainly seemed to approve judging from the noise they made as Suzu made her way to ringside. She climbed the apron rather than taking the steps, giving the crowd a show of her big rear end swaying back and forth as she struggled up first to her knees and then her feet, before squeezing through the ropes into the ring proper. If they were here to see a stinkface matchup, then she'd make sure the crowd got a good show of her weapon of choice before the match got underway. Backing up into her corner, she turned her attention back up the aisle as she awaited her opponent.

The Russians' heavy metal theme flared up, and both Katya and Oksana burst onto the entrance ramp.

The petite Katya skipped ahead, boisterous, clearly psyched up for the fight and clutching a microphone. The actual combatant, Oksana, followed at a more steady pace. Whilst Katya grinned manically at the crowd, blowing them kisses, Oksana nodded and waved demurely, the bigger girl quietly confident rather than excessively exuberant.

The reason for Katya's excitement soon became clear, as she reached the ring and hopped up to the apron to introduce her partner.

"Everybody welcome the AFW Stinkface Champion, Oksana!! Yeah!! The powerful peasant from Mother Russia that no-one wants to mess with!! The Stinkface Queen will reign supreme!!" cheered Katya.

Oksana raised an eyebrow at her partner as she entered the ring herself. It wasn't quite the entrance she would have chosen. Katya had engineered her previous bout against Miyabi to be pretty kinky, and was obviously running with the idea. Oh well, thought Oksana, if it made her manager happy...

Oksana was clad in her usual no-nonsense attire, white top and denim shorts, a slightly rural look for the former farm girl. She looked at Suzu for the first time and her eyes widened slightly. Her foe tonight was especially plump. Oksana had taken down sumo wrestlers before, but none quite so curvy as this. Her breasts were colossal, and her ass... well, Oksana now had another incentive to avoid losing, as being stinkfaced by that big backside would be devastating.

Still, Oks was an experienced wrestler and was careful not to show any self-doubt. She stepped onto the mat and folded her arms.

"Hey," she greeted Suzu gruffly. "You picked a hell of a debut match, rookie. I hope you know what you're doing, or you're in trouble," she said blandly.

Suzu blinked, somewhat taken aback by the decidedly more...elaborate introduction her opponent was given by her manager. At least, Suzu assumed the smaller woman was her manager, the way she was glorifying the bigger of the two. Suzu's attention was drawn to her opponent for the match, her eyes unable to avoid noticing just how she filled out those denim hotpants. She was taller than her, by maybe three or four inches, but while her body was impressively thick and curvaceous, she didn't appear to be as heavy as Suzu was, and certainly didn't have the same exaggerated proportions. She straightened up as her opponent climbed into the ring, giving about as welcoming a greeting as she could expect from an opponent.

"Don't worry about me, I'm ready to make a big impact in my first match," Suzu declared, hands going to her wide hips as she showed no fear, the adrenaline of facing off against her first real opponent burning away the pre-match jitters, "And you can tell me who you think is in trouble once I get this seated on your face!" She added, feeling a surge of confidence that brought a grin to her lips, one hand lifting from the hip to give her rump a gentle slap, though even that light tap set the two colossal cheeks bouncing and slapping together. She hoped it would come across as intimidating, especially given the conditions of the match, as the ref signalled for the bell to ring. Taking a few deep breaths, Suzu came out of her corner slowly and patiently, trying to keep Kandi's advise in mind - don't rush, pace yourself and avoid tiring yourself out. Arms raised, fingers flexing, she watched the large Russian carefully, trying to gauge how best to take on the thick-bodied beauty.

Katya seemed reluctant to relinquish her role as cheerleader, remaining with her microphone at the side of the ring, watching Suzu slap her butt tauntingly.

"Oho!" cried the petite girl. "We'll make you eat those words, just like you'll be eating a stinkface!" crowed Katya.

Oksana shook her head in mock exasperation. "You want to get off the apron now? Not actually your fight..." she chided. Katya giggled and hopped down onto the arena floor, pacing excitedly, whilst Oksana turned to face her opponent.

Unusually, she would be the lighter and faster girl in this fight. Better reach, too, which would help immensely. She wasn't intimidated, because she was sure she wasn't going to lose. She smiled knowingly at Suzu as the Japanese girl closed in.

"Uh, well, think about it... I wouldn't be able to tell you anything, if I was being face-sat, but that's meaningless, because it will not happen," she smirked.

She met Suzu in the centre of the ring and cautiously locked fingers. A test of strength suited her just fine. It was difficult to guage just how much muscle was contained within Suzu's plump body so it would be helpful to find out. Oksana's height meant she could push down as well as forwards, so she hoped there wasn't much chance of getting swamped by the heavier girl just yet.

Suzu furrowed her brow as she thought about that. "Um, well yeah, but...shut up!" She snapped back. She'd be the first to admit, it was hardly the most witty of comebacks, but she never claimed to be the kind to come up with easy ring banter. The two squared up as they reached out, lacing their fingers together cautiously, and once their hands were linked the pressure started almost immediately. Suzu grunted in alarm as she felt her feet skid back a few inches, Oksana piling on the pressure early as she tried to make the most of her height advantage. Suzu's arms trembled as she managed to dig her heels in enough to arrest the backward slide, gritting her teeth as the two heavy women struggled, but it was quickly apparent to Suzu that she wasn't likely to overwhelm the hefty Russian with upper-body strength alone. She needed a better position to leverage her extra mass against that plump body of her rival.

As the two big heavyweights strained against each other, Suzu made her move; suddenly dropping her resistance, she let Oksana shove her arms back, no longer providing any resistance with which to push Suzu back. At the same moment, Suzu stepped forward to meet Oksana as she stumbled...or that was the plan anyway. Suzu was confident that if she knew it was coming, a collision between the two of them would come off in her favour.

Oksana grinned as he felt herself getting the early advantage.

“Back you go…” she growled. It was taking a lot of her effort, but what she had hoped was true - Oksana had more strength in places where she could apply it. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be suplexing her plump opponent anytime soon, but at least she knew she had the means to edge this fight in her favour.

Provided, of course, that Suzu fought fair.

Oksana was wrongfooted by the sudden break in the pushing contest, and found herself stumbling forwards, bumping into Suzu’s breasts. She was struck by just how colossal they were, now that she was bouncing into them.

It had only taken a momentary break in concentration, but now Oksana was right where she had not wanted to be - up close to Suzu, where her reach advantage was meaningless. It would take her a few seconds to get her balance back, too.

Suzu gave a slight grunt as she and Oksana collided, body-to-body as their heavy bodies crashed together. The impact had a noticeable effect, throwing the hefty Russian off balance as Suzu had hoped, and she felt the pressure ease from her opponent's arms. Seeing an opportunity, Suzu continued to plough forward, her greater mass keeping the taller woman from regaining her footing, driving the pair of them back until they reached the ropes. Oksana's ample ass hit them thirst, bending them alarmingly far under their combined weight as they continued to struggle, and by that point Suzu had managed to wriggle her hands free from Oksana's shaken grip on them.

OK, so she had her opponent on the ropes, but now what? Had she been smaller, Suzu might have attempted to whip her across the ring to set up a body-block, but even though she was heavier, Oksana's plump body with some momentum behind it would likely floor her. She needed to keep in close, keep her from using that longer reach to keep her at a distance. Planting her feet, her left arm braced against the heavy Russian's stomach to keep her back on the ropes, Suzu twisted at the hips and drew her right arm back, swinging it out in a meaty chop across Oksana's chest and giving a "HAAAH!" as she did so.

Oksana growled as she was pushed up against the ropes by Suzu’s plump body, and pinned back against them. She was powerless to prevent the breast edge chop.

“Aooww!” she cried as her chest was thumped hard by the stinging blow. Her big breasts jiggled and heaved from the impact, and she bit her lip in anger as she tried to cope with the pain.

The arrogant swagger of the Russians would fast disappear, with Oksana trapped and having suffered the first real hit of the match!

The chop connected with a satisfyingly weighty slap, rocking the heavyweight Russian back against the ropes. Suzu couldn't help but grin a little as she made her first real offensive move of her career, and it certainly seemed to have an impact. Her mind raced as she considered what to do next - it made sense to keep Oksana against the ropes or the corners, prevent her from using that longer reach to her advantage. She reached out, grabbing a hold of Oksana's right arm, and lifting her hold against her stomach, Suzu stepped to the side, extending her opponent's arm as she set her weight and tried to haul her into a whip, not off the ropes but parallel to them to get her into the corner.

That was how it played out in Suzu's head anyway, but the execution was less than simple. She's expected it to be tough, but she'd underestimated just how much weight there was to Oksana - she was lighter than her, but still a dauntingly large presence. Suzu grunted as the clean pull she'd expected unfolded more like a stumbling attempt to drag Oksana behind her.

"NNNGH! Come on!" She gasped, switching to a two handed grip on the plump Russian's and making another attempt, trying to anchor her girth as much as possible to act as a solid platform to drag the taller woman towards the corner.

Oksana grunted as she tried to resist Suzu's pull. This match certainly wasn't going to win any awards for style or grace, as the two big beauties tugged rather clumsily at each other. Oksana, though, was still stinging from the chest chop, so when Suzu clamped a second hand down, the balance finally tipped in the Japanese girl's favour.

"No!" Oksana cursed as she was dragged towards the corner, and found herself dumped against the corner post with a jarring thud. Fortunately, it was more of a grudging push than a high-impact slam, so she wasn't massively rattled. The downside was, of course, that she now had her back to the turnbuckle and was both stunned and trapped.

She narrowed her eyes at Suzu, wondering what the rookie was up to. Obviously the aim here was to corner the other girl and ultimately smother her, but surely her foe wouldn't be so arrogant as to try that so quickly? At least, Oksana hoped that was the case. Being introudced to that gigantic butt didn't bear thinking about.