Ursula the Bamazon vs. Blossom Fields - Big Problems

Blossom screamed.

If she didn't know any better, couldn't see it happening with her own two widened eyes, she would have sworn she'd just been clubbed with a baseball bat. Ursula hit that hard and her body was that solid. It was an unbreakable, unbeatable mass of pain that nearly caved in her chest, and on the way down, all Blossom could do was flail and scream.

Blossom flattened out on the floor beneath Ursual's crushing weight, spreadeagled. Her back arched for a moment as apex pain ran through her spine, and then settled down slowly, easing into the ground as she tried to breath normally. Her slammed shut with pain. And fear.

Ursula had gone down to one knee with the sheer force she had used to plow through the poor girl, the crowd let out a sympathetic moan of pain after the thick sounding thump of Ursula's arm clubbing against her chest and sending her down hard to the floor.

Ursula swung her head up and back, flicking her long whitish blonde hair out of her face around behind her head.. She looked over at Blossom and then reached down one big gloved hand to grasp tightly at her hair. It seemed like the pain was only going to continue.

Climbing to her feet she dragged Blossom up with her, getting the American fully up to her feet before taking her right hand and rearing back with it. She spread her massive palm out with, twiddling her fingers a little before snapping her hand back to sharply grasp around the front of her throat.

"Time for you to go for a little ride girl!" Ursula growled, obviously preparing for her "Molpadia's mercy" choke slam maneuver outside the ring where it could be most dangerous!

Blossom was only vaguely aware of what happened after Ursula nearly decapitated her. There was the pain, of course. The feel of something heavy pushing down on her body. The lights above, burning into her eyes. The sound of the crowd, moaning along with her. She could only imagine what that hit looked. From her side, it appeared quite nasty, and if there was anything left in her tank, it was all but drained, now. She was done. Done.

Unfortunately, Ursula either didn't get that memo or she just didn't care.

Blossom couldn't even give a weak effort at prying Ursula's fingers away as she was hauled up by her hair, barely able to stand. She knew she wouldn't have to support her own weight as soon as she felt the hands around her throat, though. She knew what was coming, but like a runaway freight train, she couldn't do a thing to stop it.

One moment she was up, gravity was meaningless, and time seemed to slow down. The next moment she was down, there was a roaring pain in her back, and her legs and arms were wiggling about with minds of their own. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, far too out of breath to even make it loud. Not that it would have stopped Ursula, anyway.

Ursula slapped her free hand down, grasping a big old handful of Blossom's butt cheek through her tight green singlet.. Affirming a good grip to act as support for the big lift. When the Amazonian was good and ready she crouched down and little and then would heavy up, forcing Blossom up by the throat while steadying her small body with the hand at her ass.

The ref girl looked like she wanted to intervene, poking through the ropes from inside the ring as if she were about to say something. Ursula didn't pay her too much mind, instead she pushed on Blossom's backside and waist so that her legs would swing out to one side... Simultaneously throwing down the American by the grip on her throat, back first with full force against the thin mats of the outside floor area in a devastating "Molpadia's mercy" finisher

Blossom didn't even care anymore. She couldn't muster the energy to fight back. Couldn't attempt to struggle as Ursula lifted her into the air. Her arms and legs flopped about like an unwanted doll, lifeless except for the occasional spasm. It was over. It had been over since the bell rang. She knew it, mind, body and soul. Now she was just waiting for Ursula to know it, too. Or care.

Blossom's body hit the floor with bone-shattering force, and the entire audience seemed to turn away at once. The sound was like a pile of dead meat falling to the ground, and Blossom wasn't too far off from looking the part, either. She bounced off on impact and rolled to her back, spread-eagled and staring up at the ceiling with hollow eyes. She could see the referee looking out with worry all over her face, but not doing anything to intervene. Blossom didn't blame her, though. She couldn't have stopped this. No one could.

Ursula blew out a long breath through pursed lips as right after throwing Blossom's body down harshly against the floor. Using one thick gloved hand she flung her long blonde locked out of her face around the back of her head as she looked down at Blossom's body sprawled out..

Leaning down, Ursula sunk two hands down into Blossom's hair, trying to yank her up sharply into a sitting position so that her face was resting up against the front of her thigh... What more could this brutish woman do to the poor girl? After throwing her down in an absolutely devastating choke slam she still hadn't had her fill! With the hush that had fallen over the crowd after the ferocity of Ursula's finisher, a few voices could be heard murmuring their shock and concern..

"Oh god..."
"she can't take anymore.."

Ursula tugged the girl up further towards her feet, scrapping her face up against her slightly moist thigh, crotch and then stern abs.

"I guess I should finish you off then.." Ursula said as the crowd started to boo the behemoth for wanting to continue on one of the fan's favourites. Ursula could have easily just left Blossom down and out at this stage for the ref to call it but it looked like she wanted at least one more big move... Ursula tugged Blossom to one side and would try to toss Blossom back into the ring under the bottom ropes.

The irony of this wasn't lost on Blossom, and it became especially apparent as Ursula hauled her up and rubbed their bodies against each other. Blossom loved big women, and ever since she came to the AFW, she'd loved wrestling them. BIg. Strong. Powerful. It was the resaon why their first match had been so fun, and their second match had been so sensual. There was just something alluring about a woman like that, so tough on the outside but with a warm interior. Kind, in her own way. And the most delectable set of tootsies she'd ever seen...

Ursula was nothing like that. There was just cruelty, hate and a heart of pitch black darkness.

She went tumbling into the ring, ragdolling all the way to the center and coming to a rest in the middle. Her chest rose. It fell. It rose, again. Those were her scant signs life, the only thing her body had left after this mauling of a match. Blossom's eyes were half-open, with a thousand yard stare that seemed to straight through Ursula. Her body was still there, but her mind had already left the building, and it was glad to be gone.

Ursula slid into the ring under the bottom ropes right after Blossom, climbing up to her towering height before stalking over towards the downed girl as she remained motionless on the mat apart from her labored breathing. The Big woman stood over Blossom for a second, giving her the chance to suck as much oxygen into her lungs as she could for all the good it might do her. Reaching down, she collected her up by the head again.. Dragging her reluctant body back up to its feet right up against Ursula's front.

Ursula reached her hand down between Blossom's thighs, grasping at her crotch while her other hand clasped at Blossom's shoulders.. Once again the smaller girl found herself being hoisted up into a Gorilla press position, however on this occasion it didn't seem very likely that Ursula planned to toss her back out of the ring. This left a rather concerning other possibility that this was a set up to another of her finishers "Penthesilea's lament", holding her up long enough to think about it.

During the awkward let up, when Ursula wasn't raining extreme punishment down on her, Blossom had a moment, a brief, flickering flash, where she thought that, maybe, Ursula had finally grown tired of her cruel sport and retreated back to whatever dark, evil corner of the AFW she'd crawled out of. If she'd had the strength, she would have smacked her own forehead for such a silly thought. There was no way a woman like her would ever be satisfied with that. As long as Blossom was awake, she would experience pain. Maybe even after that.

So, she wasn't surprised when she felt those fingers digging into her scalp again. It didn't take her off guard when Ursula hoisted her up, like a sacrifice to some ancient, brutal god. It was the exact sort of merciless brutality she'd come to expect from the amazon. She dreaded it, but she knew it was coming.

Her arms and legs hung down, uselessly swaying back and forth while the remaining sliver of Blossom's consciousness waited for the end to come.

Ursula grinned as she held Blossom up, showing off her prowess.. When she was good and ready the Bamazon sharply twisted Blossom's body around in the air and let her drop straight down onto her thick broad shoulder belly first. Blossom legs flopped down against Ursula's back while her front ended up against the bigger woman's front, taking a nose dive straight into her bust.

Ursula didn't even give Blossom enough time to register the pain from that though and for all spectators it would all look like one fluid motion as Ursula clapped her hands up around the small of Blossom's back and firm butt cheeks and simultaneously dropped forwards. Blossom's face grazed firmly against the front of the Bamazon's breasts, almost ending up under her armpit as she roared out and they came down to the mat with a heavy resounding thud. Ursula practically trying to drive Blossom's small body right through the damn canvas as she slammed her down back first, her 240lb body coming down to crush Blossom against the mat in "Penthesilea's lament"