Karen Starring vs. Mikayla Pryor: Two Out of Three Submissions

Mikayla almost wanted to grin when her little maneuver worked - and she only knew it worked because, as she snapped her hand over Karen's face, the other woman didn't say a single word for the span of a few seconds. That Mikayla didn't have to hear her jabbering provided the Minnesotan with strength, and she held on tightly with both her arm and her hand, forgetting that she was supposed to be making Karen submit. That same strength carried Mikayla even as the slightly larger blonde bucked, grabbed Mikayla's hand, and let out a roar; Mikayla held on, at least until Karen's sudden motion backwards caused the Minnesotan's feet to slip out from under her. She stumbled, let Karen's blonde and face go, and crashed back into the turnbuckle.

But she remained standing, only slumping as Karen's back crushed her against the turnbuckle a second, sending a throbbing down Mikayla's spine and in her chest. She paused a moment to grab at the latter, but at this point, her face betrayed her determination to keep retaliating against Karen. She only paused a moment before she lurched forward off the ropes and wrapped her arms around Karen. Her hands clasped just beneath Karen's gigantic bosom, and Mikayla, setting her legs and pressing herself into Karen's back, pushed the irritating woman a foot away from the ropes as she mashed on her midsection from behind. Driven by adrenaline, Mikayla did not let Karen go, instead using her powerful grip around the woman's midsection as a means to lift the woman a short ways off of the ground - something she didn't know she would be able to do as simply before she did it - and squeezed her arms. "Hnuh!" Mikayla didn't know how much good a bearhug would do, but if it stopped Karen from getting free and jabbering again, it would do enough.

Karen could feel her firm folds press backwards into her similarly gifted foe; her back briefly forcing Mikaylas own heaving chest to mushroom and squish, a fact that forced a smile to form on Karen's lips. Part of her wanted to be facing Mikayla as her own body briefly and painfully overwhelmed that of her foes; almost desperately wanting to see the look in the eyes of a woman she had already somewhat undeservedly began to hate as she simply crushed her. It would of been safer too, rather than simply bull-rushing backwards and giving Mikayla all the means and momentum to turn her backwards charge against her. Whether it was the surprise of the backwards squash that caught her foe off guard, or perhaps even Mikaylas stubbornness at keeping the humiliating hold locked in, Karen had won the moment.

As ever over cocky, her foes lack of verbal response built the image in Karen's mind that she had outright crushed her foe beyond all belief against the turnbuckle. After all, she didn't care to turn and see for her self; she was having far too much fun crushing her foes lower half with her massive rear, whilst of course mushrooming Mikaylas chest back into her ribs. "Not so cocky...now!" The end half of her roar would lose confidence and volume, as it became apparent Mikayla wasn't done yet. At first, she thought her foe was looking for somewhat of a humiliating grope hold of sorts, before it became apparent Mikayla was aiming for a more physically painful hold rather than a humiliating one. Held tight just under her heaving breasts, Karen's eyes widened as she became aware that her foe was trying to regain the dominant grip. Before she had chance to fight said grip, she found her foe not only taking a step forward, but also heaving Karen into the air! Not only was her huge curvaceous rear now pressed firmly just below her blonde counterparts stomach, but Karen found her legs somewhat dangling; back of her own thighs rubbing against the front of her foes. Letting loose a mild yelp, Karen's hands would fight and bang the hands that held her, as it became apparent Mikayla wanted to crush her own midsection in return, with her arms no less!

Attacking with the arms was not exactly Mikayla’s style – at least, not squeezing with the arms. She was working on that in the weight room, but it was evident her legs were her best weapons. Necessity called for Mikayla to act though – she wasn’t going to get her legs up with Karen mashed against her like this, and even more, Mikayla wasn’t just going to let the woman grind her into the turnbuckle. That was embarrassing and pointless, both, as with the body Karen had, she could probably wear Mikayla out just from…heck, friction, or something.

So Mikayla groped and found her other arm as she wrapped herself around Karen, disappointed she had to feel any part of the other woman’s gigantic breasts but pushing aside her disgust with the other blonde long enough to lock in, heave, lift, and heave the other woman one foot…two feet…three feet away from the turnbuckle. Mikayla clinched her jaw, as her whole upper body strained with the effort of heaving such a large and curvy-shaped woman, but she was managing fine. Must have been the adrenaline.

The blonde was about to toss the woman down… but she stopped before she did so, setting her legs to hold them both up. She actually expected Karen to have peeled her off by now, like she had resisted all of Mikayla’s attempts to get her on the ground, but Mikayla only felt the woman prying at her arms… and not succeeding in getting Mikayla off. Pleased with her success, the Minnesotan grunted with effort as her attitude changed from “just get her off” to “work her over,” and she pressed her chest into Karen’s back and constricted her arms with all her might, almost crying out herself as she did so. She couldn’t do this forever – at least not from this angle – but if it broke through this solid bastion of a woman, it was worth the strain.

Where as the two were physical spits of each other, Karen was evidently the more arm-based submission applicant, where as the size of Mikaylas own hefty legs screamed that the woman preferred a scissor to all else. That been said, Karen would scream in mild fury, mixed with pain, as the woman tried to turn her stomach to mush. She simply wavered like a hefty bag of cement in the air, as her foe used the brief shove forward to bring the woman into a lift.

"Get...the fuck off me!" She'd pant, again banging those tightly clad arms locked in front of her. Mikayla was by no means crushing Karen in two, but the bearhug was annoyingly tight, and pain aside Karen's cheeks were becoming noticeably redder. Where as one could hook their legs to somewhat remove the pain of their bodies dangling in a monstrous crush, such a tactic was unable for utilisation by the slightly bigger blonde. Simply put, Karen could do nothing with her legs but simply dangle, as her hefty thighs rubbed softly against the front of Mikaylas own! Karen may have been somewhat of a giant, but she was far from un-lift-able. That been said, she did not enjoy the moments she was airborne, and took note to pummel such assailants with even more ill intent. Even if such a assailant was trying to squeeze the life from Karen, whilst giving her her own breasts as a back rest.

Becoming visibly annoyed at the fact her foe was somewhat adamant in the hold, Karen had every intention of slightly twisting her body, before trying to unleash a elbow shot that would of broken down all but the biggest of womens. Instead, she'd find as she turned; momentarily forcing Mikaylas monstrous chest to grind against Karen's back in awkward fashion, that her foe wanted to see just how hard she could squeeze!

Momentarily screaming, Karen soon forced her jaw closed as she bared her teeth, eyes struggling to stay in their sockets as Mikayla sought to see just how thin she could compress Karen. Her body as ever went briefly numb as she was compressed, arms flailing in front of her over Mikaylas own death grip before she tried to re-affirm though, ideally trying to prevent herself turning into a ragdoll in a bearhug by a woman who seemed she could easily maintain it. The only thing worse than Mikayla trying to bearhug the giant in two, was the fact her compression was riding upwards, and forcing Karen's already huge bosom to mushroom!

Mikayla could bring on screams with the power of her legs; she didn't expect the same reaction from her arms. But as soon as Mikayla's bearhug-by-necessity became a bearhug-as-punishment, she earned her scream from the busty blonde trapped in her arms. She really was getting stronger - more rapidly than she realized.

That was not to say she was strong enough to not have to focus all of her energies on squeezing Karen's strong midsection. Karen was a lot of woman to heave off the mat even when the woman was not complicating matters by bashing Mikayla in the arms. Though Mikayla's arms ached from the blows, and her back and shoulders especially were telling her that they were going to soon wear out from the exertion, the Minnesotan was fueled by her enthusiasm - by knowing that her abilities as a wrestler were expanding, to the point that even this towering woman would cry out as Mikayla's arms constricted around her.

The blonde faintly grinned at her success and at the crowd's cheering, through her clenched jaw. It didn't hurt that she was doing this to such a jerk...

But holy cow, was Karen heavy. Mikayla refused to let up now that she had Karen - had her (that was a fantastic thought) - but she did lean back slightly and lean on her other foot as her back arched in order to keep her opponent suspended. Mikayla wasn't planning on letting Karen's feet even touch the ground until her body forced her to let up and save energy for later. She sucked in a breath, pushing her forehead between Karen's shoulder blades as she gave one more, lengthy squeeze, even harder than before, that forced Karen even more tightly against her.

When you compared bodies of both the blondes, they were somewhat scarily similar. Sure, they had their key differences. Mikaylas chest was huge, Karen's was next level huge. And it was clear that Karen's arms were the more toned, where as Mikayla's legs had it on Karen's own a hundred times over. So why was she being turned to toothpaste via an arm applied hold? Karen couldn't answer, as she borderline cracked the teeth in her mouth from her tight teeth baring.

"I'm...gonna....fucking murder....you..." She'd gag, her waist becoming thinner and thinner, as her huge chest looked even bigger by result. Her right leg would bend as the sole of her foot would climb up Mikaylas leg and rest on her thigh; part to support her monstrous weight from dangling, part out of pure spasm.

She'd try as she would to slide a set of fingers in between the iron arms bearhugging her in half and her own waist, but Mikayla wasn't exactly giving her much space to do so. Then she decided to give her even less.

Letting loose a lowly moan, Karen's eyes clenched shut as her foe gave her a long, brutal squeeze. Her head would somewhat shoot up, as she felt her foe awkwardly hyper extend her upper body via pressing into her forehead. When the moan was finished, Karen struggled to slur in the grip; her foe coming close to sending the blonde into a massive daze!

God, heavy.

Mikayla was so focused on holding on and squishing Karen that she hardly noticed the foot on her thigh or the hands trying to pry into her squeezing arms save for a fingernail uncomfortably digging into her forearm. Her muscles were starting to scream at her to let up and let Karen down, but as the blonde planted her forehead into Karen’s back and focused, she was able to pull a few more seconds of endurance out of herself. Squeeze… squeeze… squeeze… and then drop, and she dropped Karen – suddenly and unceremoniously, bending over to catch her breath as soon as she had done it.

She panted, but she was not that tired – her muscles were screaming for several seconds, though, before her hunched, relaxed position made her shoulders, arms, stomach, and back all ease off. No, she couldn’t let just that tire her out. That was too effective, and she wanted to make Karen regret what she had said, at least by getting forced to tap out to the “Hooters girl” she mocked so much.

So Mikayla tore towards Karen again, hoping to grasp her and throw her against the turnbuckle again.

You only had to spend a second of your time gawping at the fine figure that was Mikayla Pryors to realise this was a woman who could likely kick your head off or scissor your waist to within a near literal inch with ease. In truth, had Karen been held in such a hold, she would of only been her usual frustrated self. But right now, she was victim to a hold via the buxom blondes arms, and whats more one that was not only Karen's own go-to, but had the addition of a hefty lift to it.

When she was dropped to her feet she'd find herself instantly scrabbling for the ropes. Not out of desire to run, but simply because she needed to. The feeling in her head right now was very much akin to the same one would feel upon rising too quickly after being sat down for far too long.

She was dizzy. To put it lightly.

Whilst her free hand extended for said rope, the other would look to massaging her squeezed waist. It was completely covered via her signature corset attire, and to her luck in all honesty. She didn't want the masses to see the evident damage this blonde bitch had caused her, one that was likely personified with a fine red line along her skin.

Reaching out, Karen instead found herself gripped rather than finding herself a surface of solace. The woman behind her evidently only wanted to give her a fraction of a second to catch herself, before throwing her unceremoniously into the corner that was previously behind Karen. Her back would hit it accordingly as her arms slung over the top ropes, eyes falling down a moment before latching onto the set that belonged to the buxom blonde before her. She had but one word for her. And it didn't exactly come out quietly.

"B...Bitch..."