Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Gneral Miraslova Kozlov

Tally scrambled as fast as her pudgy, worn out body could when she was dragged to the center of the ring. She barley flinched from the smack, even as her large form began to drip with glistening sweat. She was confused by Koslov's words until she finally got around to her point. She was a fan?

Inwardly, Tally was quite happy, but she was still a little discombobulated by the strange pleasantries combined with the harsh treatment. She opened her mouth to speak, only to have the saliva slapped right out of it. Her head jerked and then hung there open while her beefy hand rubbed it.

"S-Stop it!"

She whined when she felt Kozlov's boot press into her flabby back. She dug her fingers into the canvas and arched her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed and she panted, but as the booing soaked into her ears, she wonder if this was what it was like against Kameyo. She shook her head and summoned her strength, forcing herself up, she winged a chubby arm right at Kozlov's ridiculously huge chest as she pivoted on her thick foot.

It would probably come as a surprise to many to find out that Kozlova was a fan of plus-sized women in general but especially magazines like PLUMP, but very few people had ever bothered to question the Russian about what her own interests were! Besides, it was difficult to tell if the guess was right with the way that Tally was being treated, after all, if this was how Kozlova treated someone she liked, what would she do to someone she didn't?

"Hm~? Getting your second wind...?" Kozlova began to question before her foot was abruptly heaved off of Tally's back, setting her off balance even before the forearm collided with her huge, soft chest. The General stumbled back from the sudden bout of feistiness that Tally was showing, off-balance for a moment as her eyes narrowed and held her arms up in front of herself defensively. Tossing a heavy thing like Tally wasn't something she should attempt without the proper footing but it was good for Tally considering it was a brief respite from Kozlova's torment.

"You know I cannot stop until I have pinned you," she scolds almost playfully with a wicked twinkle in her eyes. Perhaps she could goad Tally into making a mistake... "You do know the rules, yes? Or are you in AFW for free buffet?"

Tally managed to throw Kozlov off of balance, but the fact that she could still hold a rather casual conversation meant that Tally was no where near chopping down the big oak of a woman. She shook her head at the burly Russian's words and threw herself at Miraslova and lowered her head, throwing an elbow at the woman's chest once more, this time putting her whole weight behind it to try and knock the girl over.

The fact that Kozlov seemed to be calling her fat did help her put a bit more 'Oomph' in her elbow. She couldn't believe the girl really liked her!

There it was, the mistake that she was waiting for when Tally took her eyes off her target while charging right towards it. Whither it was anger or arrogance didn't matter, the fact was that one should never lose sight of their target! Kozlova grunts when the elbow slams into her soft chest but a discreet foot planted behind her kept her from being knocked down and gave the impression that she had pushed herself into the blow and stood tall against it.

"Unf~!" The big Russian might have stood tall but she couldn't help the noise of some of the air being knocked out of her by the heavy blow. Or the annoyance that comes to her hard blue eyes that simmers with rising anger. "Do better~!"

The General reached out towards the plump princess, one hand towards her face and the other a shoulder, and should she get a hold she would shove Tally back with all her strength! Most would be flung across the ring considering how much larger Kozlova usually was but with Tally, well she was a BBW that might reach center of the ring...

"Gh!?"

It felt like Tally barely even budged the huge Russian even after her flabby arm smashed into Kozlov's equally pillowy chest. Then, as though the two hundred pounder was a pillow herself, Kozlov grabbed and shoved. Tally stumbled back a few feet, staggering from the power, but her bulk kept her weighted and she looked at the stoic Russian in a way that she hadn't looked at an opponent before.

Tally knew that she'd probably never win a championship. She was likely ever to be put in the running for one. Her weight gave her an advantage over some, but the truly fit and athletic girls could probably mitigate that with their experience and speed alone. There was no doubt Tally had a bit of a delusional perception of her own ability, but she wasn't stupid.

However, she focused on Kozlov's words and her panting face scrunched as she narrowed her eyes. She felt like she had to prove something to this beast of a woman. She cleared the distance between them as fast as her fat legs could and, throwing caution to the wind, lumped in the air and threw out her trunk-like legs, aiming a dropkick at Kozlov's huge chest with all the force she could muster.

Given a bit of breathing room, Kozlova was able to regain her footing and breath as Tally took a moment to appraise the situation and, in turn, Kozlova. The big Russian woman crouched down again with a half smirk creeping across her lips as Tally's eyes narrowed and she charged towards her once more.

Expecting another shoulder tackle, Kozlova was understandably startled when Tally leap up into the air to plant a dropkick in the center of mass! As strong as Kozlova was, she couldn't stop herself from being sent reeling back, stumbling for footing but ending up falling flat on her rear with her back up against the turn buckle while the crowd roared that the big Russian had been taken down a peg.

The General reached up to rub her huge chest in consternation but already she grabbed hold of the middle rope and began to pull herself back up to her feet! If Tally was going to exploit this opening, she had to do it fast because the big Russian was already setting herself to charge right back at Tally~!

The ring rattled as four hundred pounds of girl hit the mat nearly simultaneously, stressing it to its limits. Seeing Kozlov actually tumble, Tally bounced off the mats and hopped to her feet with a bit of agility that even surprised herself.

Seeing Kozlov already beginning to stand and feeling the adrenaline course through her veins, Tally ran at full speed towards the corner, rumbling the ring with each beefy step as she turned her body in a blubbery pirouette and aimed her two ham sized butt cheeks right at the Russian's face.

For once in her short wrestling career, the crowd was actually rooting for her hard and it felt great!

The ring shaking didn't slow Kozlova down as she hurried to get back to her feet, used to such conditions in other promotions...what she wasn't used to was seeing a two hundred pounder kip up off the ground with surprising dexterity~! The big Russian gritted her teeth as she began to pull herself up just in time for the two ham-sized buttocks to slam into her face and bounce her head off the turnbuckle~!

Her vision swam for a moment and Kozlova was left wondering just what truck had run her over for a moment.

"Tally! Tally! Tally!" It was the cry of the fans that roused Kozlova and had her gloved hands pressing against Tally's blubbery thighs even as she found her hot breath breezing across the plump princess' rear! How DARE she do this to her! Anger seethed in the core of her being but air was precious and the moment and she had to keep a level head if she was going to get out of this...

Tally huffed and puffed as her butt slammed into Kozlov's face. Even she was pretty certain that the muscled behemoth wasn't dead to rights just yet, but as strong as she was, she still had to breathe like everyone else, right?'

Tally grabbed the top ropes and used all of her strength to wriggle her ass against the Russian's face, trying to bury it deeply between her cheeks. Her own cheeks were flushed read and her pants took on an exasperated tone to them. She could feel the Russian's breath and it was making her whole body tingle in a way that she really liked. In a way that she hated admitting she liked.

'Please... just... hurry up and pass out!' She thought to herself as she continued with the facesit.

Kozlova grunted as the big ass wriggled back against her face to bury it deeper between the cheeks. Her legs gather themselves underneath of her as she was pressed right up against the snug entrance between those cheeks and felt the tingle run down her opponent's body.

Is that how it is...? The General thought to herself deviously before Tally would feel the woman's tongue shamelessly quest out to explore its new surroundings. She was starting to feel a bit lightheaded but if this stirred Tally or upset her, it would be enough of an opening...to...well...do something!