Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Gneral Miraslova Kozlov

Tally was hunched over, clutching her chest and trying to catch her breath. By the time she realized that Kozlov had followed her, the huge Russian was already running at her. She threw up her beefy arms to protect from a punch, but it never came. Instead, she was driven backwards as Kozlov shoved her backwards.

She stumbled and nearly fell, but her tumble was halted when the corner post failed to budge her girth and Kozlov's might. The crowd gasped collectively and Tally shrieked and collapsed against the giant's pillowy bosom. her arms went limp and she began to sob from the pain in her back.

Kozlova pressed forward until Tally was pressed up against the ring post, squashed between the hard steel and pillowy breasts that she had collapsed up against. One gloved hand reached up to ruffle the plump princess' hair as she gave a gentle push to Tally's shoulder closest to the ring apron, seeking to let her fall down to the ground below.

The General took a moment to play to the crowd again, giving them another thumbs down as the silence turned to booing as the referee began to count down. The busty Russian sauntered down the side of the ring and took her time climbing the steel steps and slipping back between the ropes before heading to the opposite corner from the beefy young woman and sitting down in the corner like a conquering warlord satisfied with her efforts. After all, a win was a win, whither it came from pin fall or not!

Tally collapsed to the ground on her hands and knees. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and pain. The referee was already up to four just from their playing around, but as she continued to count, Tally slowly slung an arm over the apron mat and hefted herself up so she was slumped against it, her face still scrunched with intense pain.

As she huffed and puffed, she looked across to see Kozlove actually sitting down. Tally shook her head. The crowd was cheering for her to get back in the ring, loving the determination of the once disliked chubster. She didn't want to get in, not one bit. Her spine throbbed in pain and she ached everywhere else.

However, as the count reached eight, Tally's heart began to beat. What the hell was wrong with her? She could just turn and walk away, but something inside of her...

"NINE!"

Tally took a deep breath and as the referee raised her hands for the final count, she cursed herself and rolled back into the ring. With a grunt and groan, she slowly began to push her to her hands and knees as the ref called for them to continue the fight.

The ten seconds seemed to drag on for forever once she was actually paying attention to it, but Kozlova's attention fixated on the young woman who had managed to get back up to her feet. People were cheering and she could see how disheartened Tally was just from the look in her eyes when Tally looked back into the ring. The general gave a slow shake of her head, as if to warn Tally from coming back into the ring but, just before she was counted out, the chubster rolled beneath the bottom rope to the roar of the crowd.

Kozlova sighed as she got to her feet and began to cross the ring towards Tally as she got up to her hands and feet, not willing to relent for a moment in the pressure she was putting on this woman. This woman that she was having a strangely difficult time putting away and that what was making Kozlova angry, not the near pinfall, not the crowd, and not anything else.

How dare Tally keep coming back for more~! Well if Tally wanted more, the General would give her far more than she could handle and then some as she approached Tally from behind and reached down to pull Tally up by her arms.

Except...she didn't let go. And if Tally didn't squirm out of her grasp in time, she would find Miroslava roaring from the effort as she forced Tally's arms behind her and bodily lifted her up and off her feet! Such a monstrous effort would only put Tally's plush two hundred and one pound weight purely on her shoulders as well as force out the young woman's breasts and belly towards an appreciative crowd...But, if Tally could endure it, surely Miroslava couldn't hold her up like that for long...RIGHT?!

Tally was limp as Miraslova lifted her up, but as soon as she felt herself being lifted off the ground, her eyes widened. She instantly began to kick and wiggle. Whatever the General was TRYING to do, Tally wanted no part of it. She just hoped that she could kick at Kozlov's body enough to disrupt the move. She certainly knew she couldn't hurt the behemoth.

Tally's limp body was more of a curse than a benefit since it meant the two hundred pound woman had sand-bagged her and made the submission hold all the more difficult! Kozlova's arms began to burn from the effort of lifting Tally off of her feet so that all of her weight was applied to the only points supporting her body...her poor, twisted shoulders. Of all the many joints in the human body, the shoulders were perhaps the least prepared to support that sort of weight and the pain was a very clear indicator of exactly that!

What's worse, while it wasn't an exact match, it mirrored the same effects of crucifixation upon the plump princess and her own weight would press the air out of her lungs. Not enough to suffocate mind, but it would steal the fight from her if she didn't escape quickly! And escape was proving to be the problem because it was difficult to land a kick on the woman and when it did, they didn't have tons of force behind them. Nothing that Kozlova couldn't handle though so she gritted her teeth and bore with the strain and pain on her own body, comforted by the fact Tally was going through so much more while in the throes of Pure Dominance.

"SUBMIT!" she roared at Tally.

When her wriggling proved fruitless and Kozlov was able to heft her up, it didn't take long for Tally to submit. As soon as the pain began to settle in, she was already flailing furiously and screaming. "I give up! I give up!" She bellowed, as tears began streaking down her face. She definitely didn't come to the league to experience that kind of pain.

The crowd boo'd and rained jeers down on Kozlova when Tally gave up and the ref signaled for the bell to be rung and it was because of them that she did what she did next...she didn't let go. It was starting to make her arms and core really begin to ache from exertion, but the General didn't let go for several more seconds until the ref began pulling on her hands and demanding that she release Tally.

Only then does she lower the wriggling Tally down to her feet and step around the plump princess so that her arm can be raised in the air in victory! The boo's continued as the loud, bombastic music came over the speakers but only Tally noticed that Kozlova hadn't released one of her arms..

Instead, the General gave it a reassuring squeeze as she muttered to her opponent low enough none could hear. "Dry your tears princess, you did better than expected!"

Before there would too much time to ponder the generous statement, Miroslava grunted and squatted down to sweep Tally up and over her right shoulder before moving to climb out of the ring. One familiar hand rested on Tally's upthrust buttocks for balance as the conquering villain carried her 'prize' back up the ramp and behind the curtain...

Tally continued to shriek and cry as Kozlov held her in place until she was finally set down. She whimpered and sniffled as she tried to roll away, only to feel one arm still being held. A jolt of fear ran through her body as she heard Kozlov's words.

She only tilted her head when the huge woman picked her up. She shut her eyes and shook her head. "What are you doing?" She whimpered. "P-Put me down! The match is over!"