Izzi vs. ???

Amelie pulled from the entanglement, leaving the kawaii's girl laying there.. her small chest moved steadily up and down with each laboured pant, she looked a mess...

The material of the purple tube top had started to rip a bit (probably more from Karen rough housing more than from Amelie's relatively gentle treatment) showing a small circle of flesh on the opposite side to where izzi's nipped was still peeking out underneath the lopsided clothing... The one remaining pig tail looked messy and as if at any time that hair band might snap there as well to "even up" her scruffy loose hair... And her small body was shiny all over and dripping with sweat that had soaked through both lycra shorts and tube top...

"Owwwh.." Izzi moaned out restlessly as Amelie grabbed at her hair and she was once again lifted, her neck bending into a tight curve as her body dead weighted and relied solely on Amelie strength to move up. Once in a sitting position, izzi was able to get her hands weakly onto Amelie's wrists and sooth a bit of the strain as she was dragged to her feet.

Izzi could barely even remain standing under her own will, once up she flopped forwards straight into Amelie's waiting arms and front without any prompting from the French woman what so ever. Izzi's cheek rested on the topside of Amelie's huge bust, panting across her cleavage as her feet dragged on the floor, making it look like the kawaii's was leaning into the bigger woman.. Izzi's hands moved up to grasp at Amelie's shoulders, trying to pull herself upright as she was gently cuddled

Amelie was not so much picky with those she did 'wrestle' with. Where Izzi lacked in bosom she made up for in buckets with that curvaceous rear, a feature of the Brat Amelie was keen to feel once her hug was obtained. Arms loosely around her, she'd snake her hand down to the Brat's right cheek, squeezing it and fondling it in between her fingers. Albeit, she wasn't at all complaining at the fact Izzi's outfit was literally being ripped to shreds, more in thanks to her considerably rougher partner who yet again, rolled her eyes and breathed heated breathes in desire to become the legal woman once more.

"Shh...shh...shh..." Amelie purred, sliding the smaller woman up in her arms, with one hand still to her cheek, the other cradling her lower back. She was no powerhouse, but the size difference between the two meant that Amelie could likely hoist and ragdoll the girl in ways resembling Karen.

Taking a single step backwards to create a small distance between Izzi's frame and the ropes, the French beauty would begin to bounce the girl in her arms as if she was a infant. With the added plus if Izzi's cheek continuously grinding against her sizeable bosom.

With the girl in her lifted embrace, she'd begin to turn Izzi's back towards the farthest corner, doing so at a pace that with her almost hypnotic lulling and rubbing, the Brat might not even notice her intentions. If she had yet to react, Amelie would suddenly add momentum into the mix, aiming to wake the Brat up with a huge running body splash into the farthest corner, fully intending to keep the girl in her arms following!

Izzi let out a couple of soft warm huffs against the top side of Amelie's bossom...First as the French woman squeezed and groped at her lycra covered butt cheek, again as the bigger woman ensured her grip on the girl was secure and then hoisted her up off the mat

Izzi's face moved up from Amelie's bust, breathing out into the underside of Amelie's chin before she slowly rested her cheek down on Amelie's shoulder, her soft pants wisping against the side of Amelie's neck as her arms cuddled around the back of the blonde's shoulders.. As weak as a little kitten it seemed

The front of Izzi's body rubbed up and down against Amelie as she started to jostle and bounce her up and down. The little brat lifted her thighs to rest either side of Amelie's broad hips as it was more comfortable then allowingher legs to just dangle freely.

Without realizing it, Izzi was turned and lined up with her back to the turnbuckles.. Then suddenly Amelie bolted forwards, splashing Izzi's small body into the corner with all of her weight to sandwich her in

"ACCKK!!!" Izzi cried out as her head was flung back away from Amelie's shoulder, a mouthful of spittle flying from her lips as she was squashed back into full consciousness. Presently, Izzi's head lulled back down until her forehead rested on Amelie's shoulder... Hot and rugged pants being blown down the front of Amelie's collarbone and into her cleavage as Izzi's face was looking down towards the top of the other woman's breasts

Amelie couldn't help but purr as Izzi wrapped her legs around her soft hips, nearly folding to her curves as she supported her weight on the beauty. A huge part of her wanted to simply grind against the beauty in the now given posture, but alas, such a time was not now. She would take satisfaction where she could though.

Like literally squishing the brat against the solid turnbuckle and her amazing curves.

For a moment literally hanging over the corner post as Amelie fully rested on the beauty, she'd soon step out with her grip still held, Izzi's body a complete dead mess in her arms. Each and every hot steamy breath into her cleavage made Amelie redden more and more, ever struggling to resist her urges with the beauty. She knew for a fact Izzi wasn't doing such of her own accord, yet couldn't resist goading her.

"My my..are you teasing me..my cute little Brat?..."

That was, right before suddenly dropping her opponent down, hard, onto an extended knee. Front facing Atomic Drop style.

Izzi's head popped up from Amelie's shoulder to huff out a grunt against the French woman's jawline as she pulled her away from the turnbuckles. Izzi's body was rubbing up a storm against the front of Amelie's impossing breasts and belly as she remained in the embrace and the bigger woman manuevered her around. Even though Karen had done most of the work, Amelie was starting to look rather sweaty simply due to the fact that Izzi's perspiration was drizzling and smearing all over her in such close quarters

Weakily, Izzi gripped at the top of Amelie's shoulders and pulled on them as if she was trying to pull her little form upwards in the big woman's grasp.

"Nh.. s-stop..it.." She murmured, shaking her head in such a way that made a few droplets of sweat fling from the tips ofher ruffled up hair. But her demand or plea was ignored as Amelie dropped down to one knee and brought the little brat down into a straddling position right on the top of her meaty thigh.

"OUFFFF!!" Izzi let out, her eyes going wide as the stun of the reverse atomic drop drilled upwards through her tailbone. Her body remained tense and rigid for a moment and then she slowly slumped forwards against Amelie again.. Still straddled on Amelie's thigh and still caught in this nightmare of an embrace

The near litres of sweat that Izzi was protruding did not go unnoticed by the considerably bigger beauty. Amelie had already had to jostle the Brat like a child numerous times within her grip, simply to ensure she wouldn't slip out like a bar of soap. Her own outfit showed the fatigue of her foe too, of course.

Amelie's own solid front had stiffened quite considerably given the lengthy embrace she had held the girl in. Had her own white one piece not being so thick, Izzi might of been feeling two large stabbing sensations in her own upper frame.

Given the sheer size of Amelie's leg compared to Izzi's frame, the French beauty didn't want to even imagine the pain the smaller beauty would feel upon deliver of the atomic drop. With Izzi's legs now parted over the leg of the now kneeling giant, Amelie's arms would finally loosen up slightly, finally allowing some air to slip between their hot sweaty fronts. Amelie herself would lean forward with that perverse grin, at last at even heights with the girl solely because she was considerably lowered.

With heads now touching, she'd whisper softly to the poor beaten Brat.

"Shall I put you to rest now...my poor little sweet..."

Amelie's arms loosened a bit around Izzi's small frame, back to cuddling gently like they were right at the beginning of the hold... It seemed like the brat couldn't even muster up the engergy to push herself off of the straddled thigh, instead remaining on her perch with her hands shakily gripping at the back of Amelie's shoulder blades for support. The small girl trembled, forcing out struggled pant after pant between her pert lips.

Their heads had come into contact, Izzi's forehead resting just to the side of Amelie's forehead so that they looked like some kind of intimate couple drunk with love and inches away from kissing... The little blonde could barely even hear Amelie's words or what they meant, beaten and squashed to absolute exhaustion.

"Please-..." She whimpered sweetly, her fingers curling slightly against the back of the French woman's shoulder blades as Izzi tried to cope with the throbbing dull pain resonating throughout her whole body.

The more Amelie squashed and threw the girl, the more guilty she felt. This was a handicap after all, and Amelie confidently felt that had she delivered such a move-set on a girl of Izzi's size in a singles match, she would of been struggling. Never mind the pacing of the seemingly sadistic brute on the outside of the ring, still crying to be tagged back in.

Amelie would nudge the girl off her knee, gently placing her down to the mat before shuffling back herself. Taking a small breath from the moves she had delivered, with hands to her hips, she'd look to the crowd who too believed the Brat needed a merciful finish. Amelie nodded, head coming down, apparently more and more dismayed at the fact she had played such a large part in Izzi's metaphorical murder.

Only, as she spun back around to pace towards the girl likely to simply cover her, she felt a rather large spank of sorts to her ample rear.

Karen had seemingly reached her entire upper body in through the middle ropes, and forced herself legal yet again...

The brat flopped down to the floor as Amelie pushed her off of the knee... A completely exhausted mess, she lay on her side panting hard across the surface of the canvas. At least her opponent was taking pity on her, at least it might seem that it was going to be over soon.. But unfortunately as Amelie faultered and it was as if she was going to go back to Izzi to put her out of her misery with a pin, Karen tagged herself back into the match...

Izzi wasn't even aware of the danger she was in as Karen got back into the ring, still not even satisfied with what she had done to the poor girl so far

Izzi was most certainly ready for the end. Hell, she even just flat out admitted it. Was Karen about to be a merciful sort to give into her request?

No. Simply put.

Pushing aside a stunned Amelie who quickly came to grasp what had just happened, Karen would step towards Izzi with a quick pace, hands already stretched forward. Bending down, she'd look to grasp Izzi's shoulders, apparently seeking to bring the Brat up.

"Done are you?..Well, I'll be sure to give you a good sendoff..." Karen muttered, unaware that Amelie had already climbed out of the ring, unable to be witness any longer to this.

Not that Karen particularly cared.