Izzi vs. ???

Izzi lay there with her hair an uneven mess, her tube top still pulled up on one side so that her tit was visible... She didn't even seem to be aware of where she was at the moment let alone put up any kind of defense as Karen came back for her... Izzi let out a restless groan asthe big bully grabbed at the kawaii's shoulder and pulled her up into a sitting position boos started to chime out from the crowd, someone near the front yelling. "Ah come on! She's had enough!", others looking concerned for the brat as she was lifted towards her feet.

Izzi could barely support herself and even dropped heavily back down onto her butt as she got half way up.. Her body slumped forwards into Karen with her soft cheeks against the big woman's thighs, panting repeatedly against Karen's skin as she still tried to bring the imp up to her feet...

Whilst Karen considered this brutality on her part something resembling justice, it was quite the opposite. The Brat Pack had their fun teasing and taunting her throughout their match, but when it was time to pull the trigger, they quickly did so. Karen couldn't be taking anymore time with such a task.

With the match now essentially a singles, Karen couldn't help but turn her head in laughter at the crowds calls for mercy. Her hands under Izzi's armpits as she straightened her up meant that the amazon was holding the beauty as if she was a child, seemingly ready to fall asleep in her mothers arms. Karen couldn't help but laugh as the girl grazed against her huge chest, ever the the target for the brats, and already used by Karen in the match thus far to hurt the girl.

"Time to put you down I guess..." With a tiny bit of regret to her tone, Karen quickly came to realise the fact that a girl so tiny as this could only endure so much punishment, despite the Amazon clearly wanting to wail on her for much, much longer. Finishing the earlier mother-to-child like lift, Karen would fully hoist the girl up against her, stomach to stomach, flat chest to monstrous one. Arms wrapping tightly around the girl, Karen's already dark smile had grown, as it became evident how she intended to send the Brat packing.

With a long tight hug of course. Emphasis on tight. Hell, emphasis on long, if she's allowed her way.

Izzi felt rather embarassingly easy right at the moment... Her small body was manueved up with little to no resistance from the previously peppy kawaii, she even assisted Karen in setting up the hold that she wanted as she exhaustedly sagged right into the other woman's front, unable to remain standing unaided.. Izzi panted with a little more franticness as Karen announced it was time to put her down, she couldn't really hear what Karen was saying in her groggy mind but she could tell from the way that she started to muscle her up against her that something big was coming up...

Izzi arms slung over the top of Karen's shoulders and then the burly woman squeezed her arms around Izzi's back, squashing her into Karen's top heavy front

"OUUUUGGGH!!!" Izzi huffed out through wide lips, blowing a few strands of Karen's hair away from her face as Izzi flung her head back. Amelie had already hugged her beyond belief pretty much all around the ring, another bear hug was really the last thing her little body could handle right now

Both women might of been of considerable size and...'bustyness'...But Amelie and Karen couldn't of been more different.

Karen was leagues stronger.

Leagues nastier.

And her bearhugs were much more brutal.

Amelie used her own brief hug to simply grind the writhe small frame of Izzi against her. Karen was out to do some damage.

Now with a dark glare fully wrapped from ear to ear, Karen would make the briefest of adjustments before she'd try to near cripple the girl. Leaning back, she'd aim to press Izzi's mouth against her shoulder area, very weakly smothering the girl. It took next to no effort to simply move her head away from Karen's shoulder, but Karen simply opted to squeeze all effort from her.

That way, she couldn't scream words of submission so easily. All the while, Karen's arms were tightening as much as they can, inadvertently making her own monstrous bosom mushroom up against the Brat's torso.

Izzi thought that Karen had started with the bear hug but boy, she hadn't even begun.. Her small sweaty body was shuffled and reposition, the one bare nipple peaking out from her partially ripped and displaced tube top caught and poked against the surface of Karen's large breast.. Then with the kawaii girl held up in the right position, she crunched in with her forearms with such force that Izzi could only just about force out a choked cry to supplement the previous huff that expelled so much of the air out of her lungs.

Karen lean in such a way that Izzi's face was in her shoulder, a little wet splatter of spittle going into the crook of the big woman's neck as Izzi struggled desperately to suck in pants... Karen didn't let up, the keeping the pressure steady on the kawaii's body until it started to tremble in her arms. Izzi couldn't handle this can of punishment and with Karen trying to prevent her from breathing out a submission, Izzi hand desperately went for Karen's other shoulder and blindly flailed around for a moment or two before she found the surface to tap out on... Her hand came down frantically on Karen's shoulder, tapping and tapping as she needed out of this hold right this minute. Not even daring to think that Karen was in such a mood that she might not let go, or might do something else to her for cutting short that "fun".

Izzi wasn't the first woman Karen sought to tear apart with her favourite submission manoeuvre, but she was easily the smallest. Had she really tried to, she could of likely not only wrapped her arms near twice around the girl, but hidden the girl completely from view from those directly behind Karen.

The amazons mindset was beyond dangerous, even with the obvious desire to hurt the girl aside. Given her expression and poise, one could easily imagine Karen as an oversized child, hugging a balloon as hard as she could in the efforts of finding where the point was that it would pop. Only, rather than a balloon, there laid a Brat.

Although, there was certainly the same feat of Karen trying to find the 'popping' point.

The inadvertent pressing of bare chest to a covered, sizeable sort was not one that went unnoticed by Karen. As had happened in her embrace many a time before, she found her great assets stiffening given the serious pressing of the girl against her, albeit there was most certainly no element of arousal or attraction. Had Karen let up her embrace suddenly here and now, Izzi would of likely stayed latched to her for but a fraction of a second without aid from the amazon, given the thick layer of sticky sweat now formed between two bodies embracing tightly. It became clear to all those involved as to what Karen's intentions were for the positioning of the girl's lips to her shoulder, briefly jostling her arm every time Izzi seemed to come close to making motions towards speaking. She'd rather the girl didn't, or couldn't submit, simply so she'd be allowed a official reason to continue her brutal embrace. Although, if said submission was given regardless, it wouldn't be the end of her torture.

If anything, it had barely begun.

Shaking the girl even more rambunctiously as she felt the motion against her arm, Karen would exchange glances towards the referee as she felt the undeniable feeling of a tap-out against her shoulder, seemingly hoping said tap-out would be unseen. The referee would indeed miss such at first, given that it was impossible to pinpoint just what Izzi was doing on purpose and what she wasn't in her pained, spasming state. She certainly couldn't force enough energy to make the tap-outs audible against the amazons skin, albeit to her luck she wouldn't need to.

"OKAY! SUBMISSION!" Finally catching onto the Brat's declaration after a moment or two of closer inspection, the referee would make a quick motion for the bell to be rung, before turning her attention back to the embracing amazon. "OKAY KAREN LET IT UP LET'S GO."

A simple call for the amazon to release her submission.

One evidently ignored.

*DING DING*

The bell sounded to signify Amelie and Karen's complete and utter dominance and victory over Izzi, Karen's music started to play out in the background.. But something wasn't right, Karen wasn't letting go... Izzi's hand continued to tap out on Karen's shoulder over and over as the little brat cried out and then pressed her forehead to Karen's shoulder. Her little body trembling violently as Karen just kept squeezing in on her as tight as she could. Karen's music abruptly shut off as the official became aware of the seriousness of the situation, instead the bell sounded off again...

*DING DING DING*

As if that made any difference, as if Karen hadn't heard the first time it rang and this time it was going to be any different... Izzi found the hand she was using to tap out slow and wane. Her sweaty inner thighs rubbed up against the outside of Karen's hips as her feet dangled as she turned her head, resting her cheek down on top of Karen's shoulder... panting heavily into Karen's neck as she gripped tightly into Karen's shoulder with one arm

*DING DING DING!!!*

The bell was starting to sound kinda distant to the kawaii girl's ears as things started getting kinda foggy

In truth, Karen wasn't technically ignoring the bell. If anything, she simply couldn't hear it. Not in the imaginary pocket world she had now put herself in, which now involved solely the breaking of one poor little Izzi. Her own arms began to ache from the pressure she was exerting, so much to the point where the skin on her arms was reddening as she forced her muscles to bulge. Albeit, not even half as discoloured as the flesh around Izzi's waistline.

Finally letting up on that god-awful pressure, Karen would hold the girl yet tightly still against her. Feeling those wheezes against her shoulder as she held a woman on the verge of either passing out or breaking, Karen couldn't help but begin to swing her side to side to aid in the mockery. She had little intention of crushing her further, albeit for appearances, she looked as if she still was. Her chest had now almost moulded around the girls front, serving as a mattress of sort for the girl she had just squeezed the life from.

With the officials clambering and crying out for both a release and the aid of backstage officials, Karen soon deemed it fit that Izzi gained such release. Smiling as she adjusted herself, Karen would release her deathly embrace only for her right arm to immediately latch around Izzi's behind. Using that grip, she'd turn Izzi in a full 180 until her top half was pointing downwards, before quickly slamming the girl in a by-the-book bodyslam.

Nothing fancy. She just wanted to hurt the girl a little more.

The pressure had become too much for the little kawaii girl to withstand and even before Karen eased up on the pressure, everything went fully dark and the brat went out for what was technically the second time in the match. Karen eased up on the pressure and Izzi's arms fell slowly down to dangle at her sides, just as her legs were also dangling lifelessly. Her head lulled forwards sleepily, resting partially up against Karen's head and partly against her shoulder.

It almost looked like they were sharing a tender intimate moment, cuddling together... But the reality couldn't be further from the truth. As Karen swung Izzi's worn out body left and right, there was a twinge in Izzi back that made her body spasm and her hand weakly move up to tap out again on Karen's shoulder, but the movement was just muscle reflex... Izzi was still very much out and shortly afterwards her arm fell loose again.

The officials were all trying to get Karen off of the tremebling sweaty kawaii by now, too little too late for Izzi.. And then as a final punctuation on the proceedings, Karen spun around and made the top half of Izzi's body drop down until she slammed roughly into the mat.. her shoulder and head impacting with a meaty thump, making her bounce up slightly and then flop back down with her arms sprawled out at her sides

Karen wanted Izzi to be awake for her torture, but she wasn't exactly complaining. Anything past throwing the girl hard to the floor was overkill even to her, something that became quickly apparent as she stepped back, visibly wiping her hands as if they were dusty. She'd smile sadistically as the officials quickly came to the Brat's aid, crowding around her and trying to check for signs of consciousness.

Karen didn't care. Obviously. Turning out of curiously to see if Amelie had watched the entire thing, she'd rotate her frame after finding the French beauty to be outright missing, mocking the crowd one last time as her arms came wide.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she'd give one last wipe of her shoulder, removing an ounce of drool Izzi had left upon her, before making her exit.

Smiling all the while.