Takiyama Miyabi Vs Lara "Silver" Abreu: A Heavyweight Debut

Drained was most certainly the word, as the match itself let alone what felt to be an hour long squash had left Silver dripping what could near literally be described as a bucket-load of sweat. The mat leaving something of a comical print where the two heavyweights had pressed, akin to a cartoon character falling into the floor, all the tell tale signs that Silver was near broken from that immense full body press were there. How she was now moving, no matter how little, was a mystery in itself; a question Silver herself could not answer, given that she was too busy being grateful for escaping a weighty face sit that would of sealed her fate, no doubts about it.

With that large rear planting but a inch away from her head, Silver began to feel much like a soldier just avoiding that fatal head-shot. Now, all she had to do, was ensure the bullet, or rear in this case, didn't simply correct itself and assume its role in sealing her fate. Forcing herself to move by near purely will alone, Silver was quick to bring herself to a sitting up posture surprisingly quick given that her belly still hadn't fully assumed its chubby curve. Of course, Miyabi would have her own opinion on the girl attempting said escape; wrapping her arm and pulling somewhat, trying her best to make sure Silver stayed on the ground where likely squashing could continue.

"Nue...Gotta...Beat you now...!" She'd gasp out, still blatantly suffering from the body press as she tried something of a counter stolen straight out of Miyabi's playbook. Bringing her hands to either side of her thighs, Silver would plant her fingers hard against the mat as if preparing for a sudden show of force. If the more experienced sumo wanted Silver, she'd get her; as Silver tried for a quick hop of sorts directly upwards via both hands and legs, before trying to adjust her position with a mild leg shove; as she'd try to quite literally sit on her foes chubby belly!

Miyabi had sat down just next to Silver's head, unable to land herself right on top of her opponent's face, though she tried to keep her foe in place by grappling her down and climbing back on top of her. Silver, though, despite having been flattened almost completely for the last several minutes, would move as fast as she could, managing to avoid letting Miyabi get on top of her as she made one last bid for victory in this fight. Silver would get up and she would shove herself forward, hopping forward on top of Miyabi to squash her belly down with that big rear end!

"Ooof! No no! No, bad Silver-chan!" Miyabi would insist, loudly, before her lighter-haired opponent came down on top of her with her full weight, smashing Miyabi's belly down, pressing the pudgy midsection down from its usual slightly mound-like shape into something much flatter. "Uuuoogggh...off, off!!" Miyabi would insist, as she grabbed at Silver's wide hips and would shove upwards as hard as she could!

Silver was by no means the sort to spend her days improving cardio, nor could she even remember the last time she had even ran for a lengthy period of time for that matter. Whilst unfamiliar with said feeling after, the busty sumo did somewhat compare her own breathlessness caused by the lengthy flattening to that of a runner finishing their marathon. She had forced herself to use what ounce of strength she had left in the hopes of somewhat literally finding a seat to replenish her stamina.

"Sorry Miyabi, but I can't have all the fun!" Silver would pant as her hands held the girls curves softly, with the only intent being to steady Silver's own weight on top. Her foes belly might of been flattening slowly inwards, but in it's outward shape Silver somewhat compared the experience to trying to balance oneself on a exercise ball!

Soon response came in a surprisingly forceful shove from the beauty beneath her, one that found Silver again wobble on top of her foe. She'd continue to press for what she could to gain result, but Silver felt like a forceful escape by the girl was about to occur at any moment, feeling her foe was but one forceful shove away from freedom!

Silver took a seat on top of Miyabi, squishing the sumo girl down and giving her a taste of her own medicine. Miyabi was lucky that she and Silver both were only a little bit hefty, because if the girl on top of her was too much bigger Miyabi was not sure if she could escape. She had gotten quite strong during her time with AFW, and had improved her endurance, too, but even just a few seconds' worth of being squashed was causing her to sweat, and making her breathing more and more labored.

"Guhhh...this thing now is...not so fun..." Miyabi would gurgle, as she prepared herself to make a move. She would grab onto Silver's hips, the girl's skirt bunching up somewhat underneath her hands, then shove, as hard as she could, forcing Silver to wobble and letting Miyabi fill her lungs partway! But when she stopped pushing, Silver's butt came down hard again into her belly, forcing all the air and more out of her. With a loud whine, Miyabi would shove upward again, as hard as she could, trying to free herself with one more hard shove!

"Grrrgh!"

Whilst both fighters were far from the heaviest in AFW, the fact that both had some weight was all that mattered as one took to squishing the other. Of course, if if both had been heavier, Silver would of likely pancaked a submission from Miyabi by now. But then again, Miyabi's earlier crushing of Silver would of likely ended in a KO.

Silver would methodically bring her legs off the ground for moments at a time; resulting in her full hefty weight now resting on Miyabi's curvy tummy, before Silver would latch her feet again to the ground to regain stability. Again and again she'd repeat said action, in an effort to both maintain the dominant posture and of course squish that much needed breath right out of her chubby foe. All the while Miyabi would of course fight back, with increasing success.

"Heh...I might take you...home! Use you as a chair!"

A cocky yelp by Silver would be somewhat stifled by harder pushes to her curvy rear, as Miyabi made it evident she didn't want to be victim to the crush for much longer. Sensing she'd soon slide off regardless, Silver would make quick effort to simply stand and step from her bubbly foe, turning as a hand came to her forehead to wipe the sweat that had amassed. Giving her opponent more than enough time to regain some energy and rise, Silver would find herself fanning her cheeks from the sheer exhaustion of the match. The next interaction between the two would likely bring about a finish, despite the fact Silver would be happy to play with her bubbly new friend all night!

"Next one...you're not escaping!"

Miyabi had spent quite a bit of time on top of Silver, trying to crush her, and now the European girl was paying her back for it. Every time that butt came back down on Miyabi's gut, more air spilled out of her lungs, and more pain piled up inside her aching tummy as the other fighter's weight pressed down upon it. Miyabi had already been exhausted by the whole of the battle up to that point, and now her fatigue was really starting to threaten to overwhelm her! Still, the sumo girl battled through it, managing to throw Silver off of her with one more powerful shove.

Or, rather, the shove encouraged Silver to get up off of her, knowing that being shoved off might mean Miyabi could go for a quick reversal. As Silver recovered, Miyabi would do the same, slowly rolling over onto her knees and taking a few breaths, then growling and pushing up onto her feet, facing Silver down again, both of them knowing that, in all likelihood, one more exchange could decide this fight.

Miyabi put her arms out, ready to grapple with Silver. "No...Silver-chan is not escaping for the next one!"

Silver's weakness' were highlighted near bright as day as she stood before the more experienced sumo, arms up in an attempt to simply mirror Miyabi in the hopes that what to do next would become obvious. Her limited stamina had already ran dry; what little speed she had now non-existent. And her extremely limited repertoire? Miyabi had mostly experienced it. Or done such to Silver.

Wiping thoughts of doubt from her somewhat literally with a long forehead wipe, a flick of her hands would remove some of the thick sweat that now coated it. Soon enough, Silver would opt for a simple strategy that would either bring surprising victory, or deserving defeat; the strategy that the best defence, was a good offence!

"Gonna...Get ya!" Shuffling towards Miyabi at what speed she could, Silvers arms were aimed high; seemingly looking to wrap around Miyabi's skull, in whatever manner they could!

Miyabi knew that this was going to be the final showdown, the one that ended it all in one last collision of big, powerful, bruising, but ultimately rather cuddly wrestlers. Miyabi was panting, her face was red, and her limbs felt like they could only take a few more minutes' worth of running around this ring before she would have to sit down and recuperate for a while. But right now, she knew she had to do whatever she could to win!

"Miyabi...will get you!" the Japanese girl would insist, in a loud hiss, as she lunged forward, her arms going low as Silver's went high. The two of them had both been going for a grapple, but it looked as though they had very different ideas of what that grapple would be: Silver, for her part, wrapped her arms around Miyabi's head, which really surprised the sumo girl, as she was pulled in and was finding it a little bit hard to breathe as Silver held her like that!

And Miyabi, for her part, would go for a classic: a bearhug, to squeeze all the air and strength out of Silver as she possibly could! "Mmmmnnnrrrgh!"

Muttering her words of determination over and over as she approached, Silver did seem to apparently make good on her promise, 'getting Miyabi' via a thick arm wrapping around her head. She was quick to latch her other hand to the opposing wrist, locking in a manner that would be difficult for Miyabi to break in its current form.

The only question was, was what now-how should she respond? A painful twisting and grinding of the head; a sudden buck of the hips for something of a judo-throw; or should she attempt to bring Miyabi's cute features straight into her chest for a nasty smother?

Such questions became moot, as it seemed Miyabi didn't want Silver to finish the match without first giving her a 'celebratory hug' of sorts. A fitting attempt at a finish on someone who so confidently stated herself immune to such a move early in the match

"Nghh..!! No..!" Registering the intense pain from being squeezed belly-to-belly by someone of equal size and weight, Silver's arm released as the other stayed loosely latched around Miyabi's skull, no longer in a threatening fashion though.

"Bad..Miyabi..! Let go!" She'd roar, not only patting the girl on the head with a firm force, which at the same time inadvertently ruffled her foes hair in amidst the sweat already covering her skull, but also trying to pull away from her foes sumo sized bearhug!

The two big girls wrapped each other up, Silver starting things off by capturing Miyabi's head in a rather unexpected hold and hugging it close, heating Miyabi up and rubbing at her ears, putting some pressure on it that Miyabi did not exactly find pleasant. Miyabi, then, in turn, would go for a much more traditional grapple, as she wrapped both her arms around the European girl's midsection and would give her a big squeeze, trying to use a move that both she and Silver loved to win, bearhugging the silver-haired beauty for all she was worth!

"Rrrgh...be...squished, Silver-chan...!" Miyabi would growl, as she squeezed her like a little girl refusing to let go of her favorite dolly. And it seemed that all of Miyabi's squeezing, which was enough to make her break out in a sweat as she concentrated all of her energy on the task of forcing her foe to submit, was going to be enough to do it, as Silver released Miyabi from the hard head hold, one arm wrapped around it, but only loosely, while the other tried to push Miyabi away!

Silver would be able to ease the hold, slightly, but Miyabi refused to let her new friend escape completely! "Stay...stay!" she demanded!