Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Gneral Miraslova Kozlov

Tally was pretty sure that if she could only hold herself for a minute longer, she could put the huge Russian out. Then all she needed to do was roll her onto her back and wait three seconds. She was actually beginning to feel like she might do it for real when she suddenly felt something quite wet invade her cheeks.

"Whaaiieee!??"

Tally hopped off of Kozlov, almost launching herself and whipped around. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and she had a horrified look on her face. "W-w-what the hell was THAT!?" She muttered, a bewildered stare aimed at Miraslova.

An evil grin had already come to Miraslova's face when Tally leaped away from her and whipped around, already grabbing hold of the ropes to haul herself up to her feet. "What you didn't like?"

Oh, that bitch said it so innocently even before she went on the offensive and barreled forward, dropping her shoulder at the last second in an attempt to shoulder tackle Tally down to the mat. "Because it was strategy to get you off my face."

"And it worked!" The crowd was still cheering Tally and there was the slow rise of anger in her eyes as she contemplated her next move. If she got the blubbery woman off of her feet than she was going to give the fans something to REALLY cheer about! No way she was going to be outclassed by a seemingly half-trained model!

tally just blinked as Kozlov explained herself. Her lip quivered as she tried to respond, but it was quite difficult. She wasn't even really sure HOW to respond. The girl was really willing to go to those lengths to win her match? Not that those lengths were particularly long, but for someone like tally, it was quite far enough!

Part of tally was relieved that it seemed to be only a tactic and maybe Kozlov really didn't want her. Maybe that was all the huge Russian was doing was playing mind games? But she didn't really NEED to with how big she was!

She was so paralyzed in trying to deduce Koslov's motives that the spear blindsided her completely. She nearly watched it in slow motion and once the impact hit, she was jarred and crashed to the mat, staring blankly up at the arena lights and groaning in pain, a beefy arm draped over Koslov's shoulder, but otherwise all she did was pant heavily underneath the Russian.

There was a visceral enjoyment in feeling the ring rumble when she brought Tally down like that again, pulling herself up to one knee and tilting her head back to roar at the fans. It didn't shut them up, but it did quiet them down some as she continued up to her feet after pushing the arm off of her shoulder.

"YOU STILL WANT TO CHEER HER?!" she shouted at the cheering fans, quickly turning them to boo's which brings a vicious smile to her face as she bends down to grab hold of Tally's ankles. When Miroslava straightened up, it pulled Tally halfway off the ground and leave the blood rushing to her head while confusion grew in the crowd. Kozlova's teeth gritted as her muscles strained to lift Tally bodily off of the ground and begin to spin around in a circle. It only took a rotation or two for the crowd to catch on to what was happening...

"1."

"2."

"3!"

"4!!"

Tally wasn't so quick when Kozlov got off of her and even when her legs were grabbed, she barely even tilted her head to look. However, when her body began to be physically moved, her arm dragging against the canvas along with her body, she lifted up her head.

"W-wha?" her blue eyes widened to saucers and she blinked as she suddenly lifted off the ground, the crowd collectively gasping at the sight. "Put me down!" Tally yelped as she began to spin. Her beefy arms covered her face as the dizzy sensation washed over her. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to block it out as the crowd cheered with her.

By the time the crowd reached the count of ten, Tally was barely registering anything except the nauseous feeling bubbling up in her throat. "...Let... go..." She croaked, her voice dying in her mouth.

As easy as she might have made it look, it was no simple matter to spin a woman of Tally's size around like that! She was heavy and keeping the momentum from going out of control was a bit of a challenge! So by the count of ten, Miraslova let go to let the plus-sized wrestler fall to the ground and took a moment to bask in the cheers thrown her way that quickly turned to boo's once people remembered who they had just been cheering!

Kozlova only enjoyed the crowd's attention for a moment before crossing the mat towards her nauseous opponent and rolling her over onto her back, aggressively laying across her body and yanking up both of her legs in an attempt to pin her! If there was a better time for it than now, she couldn't think of one!

Tally fell in a dizzy lump, rolling to a stop as her belly jiggled to a final resting place. She heaved up and down but her eyes remained closed. Even as Kozlov moved her onto her back and hooked her legs, Tally's world was only just beginning to stop spinning.

"ONE!"

Tally didn't flinch when the one count hit and the crowd just assumed she was dead in the water. Tally thought she was too and, honestly, she didn't really WANT to keep going against this big woman. She preferred to take the loss and scurry away with some dignity.

"TWO!"

However, as the second count hit, much to her own shock and dismay, her beefy arm raised and the referee quickly hopped up and motioned to the timekeeper that the fight was still on! The crowd seemed excited at the big girl's courage.

Kozlova herself was fairly certain that she had the match in the bag herself and thus it came as no small surprise when that arm went up~! The General just dropped her opponent and stood up, glaring down at the big girl before whirling on the referee.

"That was slow count, it should have been three!" she harassed the ref before dismissing them with a palm in her face to push her back as she turned back to Tally. "You should have let it end! Do you want me to hurt you more? HUH?!"

The last word was punctuated by an attempt to stomp on the big girl's soft belly, something that would do little to actually keep Tally down but would definitely turn the crowd against Miroslava...not to mention allow her to vent some of her pent up anger!

"Ugh..."

Tally started to roll onto her side while Kozlov was busy arguing with the referee. She bit her lip as the behemoth accused her of being masochistic. Tally certainly didn't want more pain.

"Guuuh!"

Tally grunted as the boot sank into her lumpy flesh and she rolled away and clutched her stomach. Every bit of pain felt hypersensitive at the moment, but the big girl wasn't totally without her faculties and caught that she was near the apron. She tried her best to just keep rolling and roll right out of the ring. Maybe then she could catch her breath and then? Well, she wasn't sure what then.

Kozlova watched as Tally rolled towards the edge of the ring and aimed to roll out past the apron and part of her debated giving Tally the chance. It would let her catch her breath and plot her next move which was more than what Tally would gain from a few moments respite from being assaulted...but after that kick out, she didn't want to give Tally any give~! With a snarl twisting her features, the General dropped and rolled out of the ring on an adjacent side to the one Tally exited from and wet her lips.

This...this was going to sting both of them if it worked.

The General wasted nary a moment before she took off around the corner of the ring and barreled towards Tally once she neared a ring post, hoping to squash the plump woman between herself and the hard metal. If Tally changed up the game plan though, it would be Miroslava who went crashing into it instead!

Should the General find her mark though, Tally would find her head pressed tight into the big Russian's massive chest, the one true bit of softness on her otherwise muscular frame to be found with a wide grin crossing her pale face at Tally's plight...