Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Gneral Miraslova Kozlov

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Tally was finally back from her American tour to help endorse her latest spread in PLUMP magazine. Once she had finished, she was eager to get back in the ring and continue her dominant reign. Hearing that she was taking on another "big" girl was even more appealing. Her last opponent had actually been considerably bigger and yet Tally dispatched her with relative ease. She was going to show the world that she was the queen of the BBW's.

So when her music began to play, she appeared from the backstage area brimming with confidence. Sporting her usual skimpy lingerie to show off every big of her big, bulbous and beautiful body, Tally tapped her riding crop confidently against her hand as the cheers and cat calls came from those who adored the plump princess.

She squeezed between the ropes and blew kisses to the fans before she leaned against the turnbuckle and waited for her opponent to arrive. Another battle of the bulge and Tally was ready to conquer!

There was a lot of hearsay and rumor about the exact nature of the new debut in AFW, with a lot of them tending towards the identity of the mysterious woman to join Friction wrestling. The only constant in all of those rumors is that she was quite big although it was never quite stated how she was larger than average, not until her bombastic and militant music hit and the woman strode out from backstage with all of the confidence of a conqueror looking over their newest acquisition. Tall, buxom, and well muscled beneath her snappy uniform, Miroslava paused on the stage to gaze out imperiously over the booing and cheering crowd before her hard gaze locked on the plump princess leaning against the turnbuckle. Despite the fact this was her debut in a new promotion, the General seemed almost dour as she marched down the ramp and turned an acidic glare on any who dared to cat call her...which honestly just made them do it more!

Still, it was undeniable that she was a big woman and Kozlova pauses as she gets to the ring and throws her hand up in the air and looks Tally in eye as a cruel grin crosses her face. Her thumb turned downward, which made former fans of hers cheer even as the General bounced from heel to heel for a moment before jumping up to the apron and carefully stepping between the ropes and into the ring. Kozlova breathed deep and suppressed the shudder that threatened to course down her spine.

This was where she belonged!

"You are quite a bit softer than I had expected," Miroslava admits openly as she flexes and stretches her arms and back to limber up a little bit more. Not that she had any room to insult someone considering her own chest. "I hope that you do not tire easily, it will take all the fun out of this~!"

Tally balked as the huge woman marched down the ramp in her militaristic gait. She was expecting another large woman and, by definition Kozlov was certainly that, but she looked mean and professional. She didn't look a bit dainty in the least. The unkind gestures as well made Tally feel something in the pit of her stomach. Something she hadn't felt when stepping into the ring yet.

She knew she wasn't the best wrestler by any means, but her bulk had proved formidable in and of itself and normally she was certain if it didn't provide an advantage, it would at least make up for any shortcomings technically speaking.

Once Koslov was in the ring and staring her down, Tally swallowed hard and tried to summon up the courage to meet the Russian's gaze. "You've... got some softness to you." Tally muttered, her eyes focusing on the woman's chest which was even larger than her own.

'I can... I can work with this... I hope.'

"Don't worry about me! Worry about yourself!" She said and waved her beefy arm in front of her, summoning some courage as the bell rang. She bent her thick legs at the knee and took deep breath. She decided to just go for it and charged right at Koslov, hoping to crash into her and knock her over with a big, two hundred pound blubber bump!

"Haha, that I do~!" Kozlova says with a chuckle when she notices how the skimpy and pudgy woman focuses on her chest and mutters something under her breath, waiting for the moment when Tally met her eyes only to be denied that. As the ref raised her arm to begin the match, the big Russian woman cracked her knuckles and spread her legs into a wide stance. A heavy woman like Tally probably was quite capable of throwing her weight around and Kozlova definitely didn't want to end up pinned beneath that soft bulk!

"Noted," she said dryly before Tally rushes towards, much like she had thought before a vicious thought came to mind. Why should she just withstand the assault when she could attempt to turn all that momentum against her opponent? The long-haired brunette moves to side-step the charge as Tally barreled towards her, but the real danger came from the stiff clothesline that the General aimed at Tally~! It was more like a right hook than a clothesline and, if Kozlova had timed it right, would lay out most opponents on the mat and seeing double!

"...You look familiar to me. Have you wrestled elsewhere?" Kozlova asks with her faint accent and a furrowed brow. Why did Tally seem familiar to her? She was certain that she hadn't wrestled the other woman before...

Once Tally got chugging along, she knew she wasn't going to stop until she crashed into someone or something that stopped her momentum. So when Koslov side stepped her bull charge, the plump princess could only throw her beefy arms up when she saw the hard, club-like forearm of the Russian.

She squealed as it crashed into her, compressing her thick arms against her face and causing her to lose her balance. She crashed ass first into the canvas, shaking it and rolling onto her side as she groaned, already panting a bit.

Her ear twitched as she focused on Miraslova's words. "I've ... never... wrestled... before... hah..." She panted as she began her slow, chubby ascent to her hands and knees.

Kozlova would be first to admit that the sound of Tally's squeal and crash down to the mat had a certain appeal to it that has the Russian's tongue darting out to wet her lips as she began to stalk around the plump princess. One foot kicked out in an attempt to knock Tally's hands out from under her and send the heavy young woman onto her face, a deliberately mean-spirited move that would have Tally's fans booing whither it worked or not.

"I know you from somewhere, cannot explain it," Kozlova continues the almost friendly conversation as she ceased circling and moved to place Tally's head between her thighs and wrap her arms around the plump young woman's soft belly. There was no way that Kozlova actually intended to power-bomb Tally...right?! Tally might not have the weight advantage but lifting the model-turned-wrestler up like that would still be hella difficult~! On the other hand, did Tally really want to find out what the General was capable of...?

"Mhm...I warned you about getting out of breath so soon~! How am I supposed to enjoy your delightfully soft body if you are already tired?" she purrs out to her 'victim'. A faint flush has come to the pale woman's cheeks, she had always had a fondness for heavier women like Tally and it seemed like a rare treat that her debut match would be against one such individual~! She would have to thank management for the chance later..

"Guh!"

Tally grunted as she was yanked up and forced between Koslov's thick thighs. She wrapped her arms around the woman and panted, but she tried her best to yank herself free. She definitely wasn't out of the fight yet, even if she was winded!

Still, she didn't understand what the girl was saying about knowing who she was. Tally was almost certain that she had never met the woman ever before and she shoved hard at the General's thighs to try and force her head free, even as her big body trembled with the struggle.

Kozlova closed her thick thighs tight around Tally's head as she straightened up and looked out imperiously over the crowd with a sadistic smile on her face. The General extended both of her arms out to the side with her thumbs out, wavering from up to down as if deciding Tally's fate based on the crowd's response. Such show-boating got nothing but boo's from those who were fond of the bulbous young woman which in turn...thumbs down like deciding a gladiator's fate in the arena.

"Hnn~!" As strong as Kozlova was, she still had to exert herself after wrapping her arms around Tally's belly to heft the two hundred pounder up into the air. Whipping her about until Tally's thighs rested on Kozlova's shoulders and the Russian's face was nestled snugly in the big woman's crotch as the hands shifted to push on her broad ass and lift Tally higher. How strong was this woman?! The uniform was tight around her bulging biceps as Kozlova began to rush forward before heaving up and over her shoulders in an attempt to send Tally crashing back-first into the turnbuckle.

Even those booing Kozlova quieted down at the sight of the attempted turnbuckle powerbomb~!

"Guaaaahhhh!"

The ring creaked in pain as Tally's weight drove hard into the turnbuckle and folded her over. Even she was surprised the ring was able to withstand that kind of force, but her mangled body wasn't thinking about that too much as she rolled onto her toummy, groaning. Not only was there an intense shooting pain stabbing into her back, but she was also dizzy from being heaved up breathlessly onto Kozlov's shoulders.

"Nnnghh...."

The ring shook when Tally drove into the turnbuckle, making the referee and General sway up and down for a moment as the poor thing double over and rolled onto her tummy. Kozlova grabbed hold of one of Tally's arms and dragged her towards the center of the ring, but she didn't move to pin her opponent just yet. Instead she squatted down and lightly smacked the woman's cheek as if to clear her mind and get her to focus on her precarious predicament.

"I know where I have seen you know, that close-up view gave me the last clue I needed," she says smugly as she gave the other cheek a smack. "You are a model for PLUMP, yes? I enjoy your photo shoots quite a lot...makes the match better for me honestly. Are you awake still? Wake up!"

This time it wasn't a light, rousing slap but a loud, painful one that brought a cascade of boo's and jeering on the head of the Russian as she straightened up and extended her arms as if basking in all the negative attention. She actually planted her right foot atop Tally's back as if she had already won, the arrogance!