Ursula the Bamazon vs. Blossom Fields - Big Problems

Blossom was not a quitter. For all faults - and she was honest enough to admit she had many - she prided herself on never giving up when others wouldn't. Even if that wasn't the best idea at the time.

This time wouldn't be any different. But here, she just had no idea what to do. Winning? She didn't care about victory anymore. It was about survival.

She gasped as she felt Ursula's hands on her. It was like a conditioned response: whenever that cold, unflinching grasp touched her, pain was sure to follow.

"No,  no,don't-" Blossom shook her head, trying to plead for mercy, but Ursula wouldn't even let her do that much. She could only wail as she was hurled into the ring post, then fall to the mat with her face down and her legs kicking. Her entire arm was on fire, a searing mass of pain with her shoulder as the source.

Blossom managed to stop shrieking long enough to speak "What...what do you want?"

Ursula moved around beside the downed Blossom

"I want.." she said before lifted her heavily booted foot and then forcing it down right onto the shoulder blade that Blossom had just ended up ramming directly into the iron corner post "..to crush you." Ursula with a frown, probably crushing any hopes in the young American that this giant could be reasons with.

Ursula moved down into a kneeling position, resting the shin right on top of the trapped shoulder while she reached over to clasp onto Blossom's wrist.. Trying to pull up and back on the limb so as to force pressure on poor Blossom's shoulder.

Questions raced through Blossom's mind. Who was Ursula, really? What was her problem, why did she want to hurt her so much? Did someone put her up to this? Was Blossom just being fed to the lion, a sacrifice to show off to the rest of the AFW?

She didn't have long to ponder these questions, as the feeling of Ursula's boot in her shouder made rational thought a true challenge. Blossom squirmed, screeched and squealed, writhing in pain, and it only got worse when Ursula dropped down and started to bend her arm in a way it definitely was not supposed to go.

She reached up and grabbed the ropes with her spare hand, even though this was a hardcore match and that probably wouldn't get Ursula to break. It didn't matter. Just pulling on it helped Blossom lift up and little and aleviate the pain. It wasn't much, but it was something, and she was growing more and more desperate by the second.

The ref girl was quick to come in and call a break as Blossom grabbed onto the ropes, only realizing a second or two later that she had no real power in this match other than to count a pin or to call a submission. Ursula kept her hold on Blossom with one hand and dismissively shoved the ref girl away with the other hand, the scary thing was that it seemed like she might have done this whether it was a hardcore match or not!

Going back to her victim, Ursula moved her feet under her so as to relieve quite a bit of the pressure on Blossom's shoulder while still holding her arm bent backwards.. The American Greek kicked both her feet up into the air, getting a bit of height while still holding down Blossom's arm against the canvas.. Ursula tried to come back down with all of her huge weight straight into a knee drive against the back of Blossom's shoulder blade!

The only thing worse than the pain was when the pain stopped. Blossom didn't know why Ursula had let up, but she could make a few, quick, imaginitive guesses. They all involved something excruciating. Quite a lot of it.

Blossom's shoulder exploded. Not literally, of course, but that was the best word she could think of to describe the immense, earth-shattering pain that came from the point of impact and shot deep into her bones and tore through the muscle. Was her arm dislocated? Couldn't tell. Maybe even didn't want to know. But she couldn't move her arm at the moment, she knew that much. There was just pain, all the way down to her fingertips, following by a numbing sensation as she smacked her face against the canvas. Her scream was long and hoarse, a piercing banshee wail that filled the stadium.

Ursula pushed up off of Blossom's shoulder however kept ahold of her arm so that as she climbed to her feet, she was dragging the smaller girl up along with her.. Ursula took a few steps away from the turnbuckles towards the middle of the ring, pulling the American girl away from the so called "safety" of the ropes, really Blossom could only be thankful that the Bamazon wasn't dragging her away by the hair on this occasion.

Ursula hoisted her opponent up completely to her feet and then twisted Blossom's arm up and over her head into an arm wrench.. However when it came to yanking Blossom's arm down into the hold, instead of keeping a tight grip on her wrist to ensure she stayed in the lock, the brutish woman bent over and threw Blossom's arm and shoulder straight back down towards the canvas.. Trying to make Blossom drop front first down and ram the front of her shoulder and arm right against the mat

Blossom could only put up the weakest of struggles as she was dragged out of the corner, hauled around with all the care of an overstuffed trashbag. The only comfort, if there was any to be found, was the knowledge that she wasn't losing this fight and getting slaughtered because of a lack of skill - no, just about anyone on the roster would have been going through a similar experience right now. No one else was this big, this powerful, and this downright deadly. At least the next girl would know what she was getting into.

She was just starting to get used to the pain when Ursula went and made it incredibly worse, twisting it in her torturing hold. Blossom only had time to throw two quick, desperate punches into her stomach before she was slammed down to mat right on her aching bones, exponentially increasing the pain and jolting her brain with the impact. She couldn't even squirm around anymore. All she could do was lay there, rub her battered and broken arm, and hope that Ursula would make whatever point she was going for soon. Very soon.

Ursula had been forced to lean forwards a bit and huff out as Blossom attempted to fight back against this monster, but the fight back only lasted a short while before Ursula threw her arm to the mat. Ursula felt her abs where Blossom had struck with the palm of her right hand as she frowned and looked down on the other girl.

"Trying to fight back.. huh?" Ursula said in a deep ominous voice, her hand went down to grasp onto Blossom's brown hair, lifting her face off the mat a little. "I obviously haven't beaten you nearly enough.." She said before starting to drag Blossom up to her feet as reluctant as she maybe. Once up, Ursula reached one hand down between Blossom's thighs right up against her crotch, while her other hand rested with a firm grip on her shoulder. Ursula squated down slightly and then with a very faint grunt she would hoist the the smaller girl up off the mat, holding her up over head in a gorilla press position to show off her superior strength

Despite her small size, Blossom wasn't light. She weighed about 150 pounds, which was quite heavy for a girl at her height, a meager 5"2'. If she were half a foot taller, she'd probably be skirting the 200-range, maybe even a little bit over. Muscle weighs more than fat, and she had quite a bit of muscle.

But with Ursula, she might as well have been a baby, for all the effort it took her lift her up. No effort, no strain, no problem. She probably could have done it one-handed, if she chose. All Blossom could do was hang there, weak and limp, pawing at the hand that clamed around her shoulder in a meager attempt to get it off. "It was just a reflex, you...you can stop, I give up. Please, don't-"

"You're pretty heavy for your size.." Ursula said under her breath, although she then proceeded to lower and then rise Blossom's body up a couple of times, using her as if she were a set of weights.

"And I'll stop when I'm good and ready.. not when you want me too!" She yelled before suddenly rushing forwards with Blossom still held over head. Ursula charged right to the ropes, releasing the girl in her grasp at the last second so that she'd go sailing right over the top ropes and down onto the cold barely matted outside floor