White-Out

Another dime, another day in the mundane hallways of AFW headquarters.

Save for a few suit clad officials making their way between offices, the building itself was relatively empty. Even the locker room and gym areas, which were usually roaring with the bustle of locker-room chat and clanging of weights were unusually silent. Save for a minuscule handful, the majority of those actually present within the building were not of the wrestling variety.

Ironic, given the purpose of the building.

One particular individual it seemed, clad yet again in a thick disguising hoody and baggy jeans, was out with nothing but sour intention yet again. Having already struck down a number of women on her 'list,' this tall curvaceous figure was marching with purpose; that of adding yet another notch to her tally. Pacing this time towards the management section of headquarters, the figure had heard this particular woman in question was present for the sole purpose of filling out painstaking admin. Once more, she had no weapon to hand, save for those thick hardy knuckles of hers, but unlike her last victim she was more than willing to turn the odds against her target with the use of a foreign object.

After all, she absolutely despised this particular woman.

Sandy White.

Sandy had been making a name for herself. She had been on a roll recently. Beat up a few women here and there. Hospitalized a couple - her usual shtick. After another long day of training hard in the more barren corners of the gym, giving anyone who dared approached her a sadistic look that begged for confrontation, The Giantess of a woman would begin making her way through AFW headquarters with her gym bag in hand. She wore her usual blue leotard and some sneakers. It was a hot day and she just happened to be too lazy to change into her gym attire. Not that it mattered anyways.

"Geez, it's actually more empty than usual. Maybe I finally scared off all these wrestler wannabe's. They all probably signed with the same modeling agency and made way for the real wrestlers." She said as she continued making her way through the halls in search of the exit. Little did she know that an old rival of hers was gracing the premises with her presence. A woman that hadn't worked up the gall to face her since losing to her in their previous encounters. A woman by the name of Karen Starring.

Turning a corner with hands in her pockets, face fully hidden from view under that thick hoodie, Karen would latch eyes upon the beauty she sought. Ever eager to confirm it was indeed Sandy, she'd simply follow at a slow pace whilst acting casual, waiting for the girl to tilt her head or speak.

Soon enough she'd find the girl doing both, seemingly too scanning the hallways for women of interest. With that dark smirk growing, Karen too would give one final glance back to scan for anyone that might stop her. Turning her head forward, she'd try to look as far ahead as she could to do the same.

Completely empty.

Letting loose a dark laughter that might have given her away, she would suddenly burst forward with a leg raised. Even if Sandy recognised the laughter or turned to face her, she'd find Karen's full force connecting to her lower back, in an effort to shove the girl flat to the floor.

Sandy had only given her immediate area a quick glance. She hadn't bothered to check again after Karen began to tail her. Having written off the possibility of anyone else roaming these corridors, let alone anyone stupid enough to be willing to attack Sandy White of all people, she continued pacing and making her out of HQ and towards the gym.

But as she continued ambling, she'd come to a stop and bear a puzzled expression on her face when she heard some rather haunting laughter. As if a banshee of some sort had been making it's presence known. Without a moment's notice, and no time to react at all, she'd soon find herself struck harshly in her lower spine! The force of the impact made her lose her grip on the strap of her gym bag and drop be before being blasted forwards and following to the ground on her chest and stomach. Sandy laid there groaning in pain, as the daylight through the window shone through and highlighted her rather curvaceous features. She arched her back and held it with one hand, her rear end sticking up as she exclaimed in a high pitched voice: "The frick was that?!?!"

Karen may have appeared senseless, but there was method to her madness. Had Sandy turned around at the last moment, she would of simply hooked her arms around the crook of her legs, pulling and taking the girls feet from underneath her. Had she kept with her back to her and somehow resisted, she would of again just gone for the crook. Strength didn't matter when Karen was playing so cunningly. And now that she had the beauty grounded with her own figure atop of her, she'd be eager to keep said posture.

With cunning, or strength. She was going to make Sandy pay.

"How's it going there, Sandy...?" Whispering with almost a personal, friendly tone, Karen's body posture and movement of her arms suggested they were anything but. Looking to hook around the girls neck, Karen would seemingly look to put her hated for in something of a grounded sleeper, that with her weight pressing down on the girl, would most likely drive mouthfuls of wind from her.

...Had Karen exerted full force. Rather it seemed, she just wanted to restrain the girl and resist all efforts at bucking her off, which were surely soon to come. Bringing her legs either side of Sandy's thick hips, she'd straddle the girl with her own tummy pressed to the bottom of Sandy's back, huge assets serving as a soft duo of pillows to Sandy's shoulder blades. The fact that Sandy was wearing her usual wrestling attire, of course the attire that Sandy had delivered her 'humiliating' defeat to Karen in, only served to piss the raven haired amazon off more. She'd soon find herself baring her teeth as her cheeks pressed against her soft locks, struggling to resist the urge at choking the girl out with all her strength there and then.

Resisting the urge though, evidently, Karen was setting in for the long haul.

Sandy was blindsided! Given the vast number of enemies she had made at AFW. It was only a matter of time before someone sought retribution on her. The part that was mind boggling to the Giantess was that there was a woman amongst them that actually had the gall to commit to doing it! The blue clad woman landed on her front. She still feeling the pain in the small of her back from that running strike. She had already shouted an exclamation in reaction to the surprise assault. Just as The Giantess placed her palm on the ground to attempt to push off of it and face her aggressor, Starring wisely hooked the blue clad woman's arms around the backs of her knees!

Sandy was momentarily stunned and unable to prevent her old foe from having her way. Now forced into a compromising position, Sandy's only point of leverage would be her bent knees making contact with the ground as she flailed and kicked and tried to fight back. Just when White began to grunt and groan as she struggled to find a means of escape, she'd hear Karen reply to her in an unusually friendly yet sinister tone. This wasn't the Karen she remembered from a while back. That tone alone said that things had changed since their previous encounter. But despite the inflection she spoke with, the sound of Karen's voice remained discernible to Sandy.

"K-Karen?!" She said with an incredulous tone. When some light shed on her present predicament, Sandy's head began to fill with questions. She wanted nothing more than to give her rival another physical and verbal beatdown that she'd be sure to remember! But those thoughts and questions would be interrupted by her fellow black haired vixen wrapping an arm around her throat and applying a Sleeper! The full body weight of Starring on top of her made it difficult to find any immediate means of escape!

Despite the disadvantageous situation, Sandy was sure to fight with everything she had! The Giantess would begin to buck and lunge wildly! She wanted nothing more than to break out of this and show Karen exactly what happens to women that step to Sandy White. That if anyone thought Sandy's opponent's got messed up inside the ring with her, they'd catch it even worse if they pulled this crap outside of it!

But despite these efforts, the Amazon's thigh, voluptuous legs found their way around the blue clad beauty's sides. Even with her notable strength, Sandy was only able to roll onto her side or back. And that Sleeper Karen had her in was still locked in tight! She began to slow down. Her grunts and heavy breathing began to slow. The fact that Karen's ample bosom was made for comfortable back pillows wasn't helping her much at all. With nothing but her leotard on, Sandy was easily able to feel them offer an assists to this move as she slowly began to fade!

"I'll...I'll kick the crap outta...you..." Sandy uttered as her struggling and movements continued to diminish!

Karen was effectively the same figure that had once rag dolled Sandy White before, and the same figure again that Sandy White had forced retribution upon in their rematch. With some noticeable changes however. The change of hair was a given, a move of sorts by Karen to not only to ditch the typical dumb-blonde stereotype that could be so easily fitted to a woman with a record such as hers, but a re-branding of sorts. The chest was large, bordering on extreme, as ever, such was of course unlikely to change. But Karen was noticeably thicker. She was still of the same amazonian scale she was before, but previous layers of jiggly fat had now turned into dense meat. She was still curvy, but god did she now pack a punch.

At the cost at whatever speed she did have, of course. Not that Karen minded, with such strength as to wrench a girl such as Sandy's neck so.

And now that Karen was reaching the more, personal individuals in her list, she was more than happy to demonstrate more.

Hooking her legs as the fierce woman beneath her writhed and squirmed, Karen would lock in what appeared to be a waist scissors, yet one devoid of all compression. She simply wanted to stay latched around Sandy, to continue torturing her neck with painful constrictions. She wasn't intending for Sandy to pass out, but she certainly wasn't intending for her embrace to be anything resembling comfortable. Besides those sizeable orbs of hers serving as a rest for Sandy as she had the breath choked from her.

Finally, she'd choose to break words with her hated foe. Sandy didn't appear to be going anywhere after all. Given the close proximity of Karen's lips to her ears, her cheek grazing against the soft short locks of her foe, the whispers could of been confused for sensual had it been anyone else. What the whispers carried however, was anything but tender.

"I've been waiting for this...I most certainly didn't forget about you Sandy...you smug little cunt..."

The towering beauty would attempt to continue making efforts at any means of escape she could manage. But at this point, hope for freedom and retribution seemed all but lost. Sandy tried to make use of her large wingspan to reach up and behind her to claw at Karen's mouth or eye. Despite her usual tendency to best her foes without resorting to such tactics, she certainly wasn't using them.

Still, even that proved to be ineffective. White could only reach for her assailant feebly once or twice before her arm fell to the hallway floor limp. "Who was this chick?" Sandy thought as she slowly drifted away from consciousness. She was certainly firmer than the Karen that she remembered. But she hadn't been seen or heard from in such a long time that she had nearly faded into memory. Karen was certainly in better shape than White, remembered. If not for the distinct sound of her disturbingly tender yet sadistic voice, Sandy wouldn't have a clue as to whom she was being attacked by.

Despite this train of though, though, none of that would be relevant to Sandy at the moment. The black haired Giantess could lie there and sleep as Karen continued her attack by wrapping arms around her tight waist and kept the hold applied, severing Sandy from her consciousness and leaving her a near-lifeless, drooling heap, cradled between Starring's thick arms and legs, and still leaning against that captivating bosom. Sandy would never admit that the embrace did feel nice, even if it was a bit tight.  No, doing that would be embarrassing, even for her. And what was even more embarrassing was the thought of having to an old foe that she bested come back to put a dent in her rep. The reputation she'd been building up the entire time that Karen was away redefining herself. Sandy would silently and predictably swear vengeance against her old rival as she laid there unconscious at Karen's mercy.

Karen was careful, for a change. Every time Sandy's hands came close to the sensitives on her face, she'd move her head from shoulder to shoulder, essentially nuzzling her foe from either side rapidly. When that became too frustrating and disorientating, she simply buried her face in the short locks of her foe, blinding herself with Sandy's hair. Anything to keep the choke locked in, she figured. Although, it certainly wouldn't be the only thing she'd be doing to this particular foe.

When the taller beauty seemed placid enough, Karen would slowly prepare to unhook her arms. The first sign of life from Sandy would force the amazon to tighten once again, but as her hated rival began to cover her chin with drool, she deemed a switching of moves was safe. If Sandy seemed too out of it however, she'd give the girl more than enough room to breathe, likely slapping her cheeks to ensure there was life in her yet still.

"Don't you go passing out on me you weedy little cunt...I'm not done...fuck...I ain't even started..." Rolling the beauty off her, Karen would aim to quickly mount the girl once Sandy was flat on the floor. Part of her wanted to unleash blow after blow upon the hated woman's cheek; to literally smash all sense from her given she was clearly struggling. Karen was no striker, but with her newly found strength, she could likely do it to.

But where was the fun in such a quick execution?

"I've been thinking about you, you know Sandy..." Karen smirked, as she began to lean forward and lay on the woman. Her arms were in the position for a front sleeper after slipping back around the beauty, but so too was her enormous chest in position for a smother. She purposefully kept the posture tame so that Sandy could breath; albeit certainly wouldn't be going anywhere quickly, not without a great effort.

"..your lucky little win over me...how fucking smug you were about it...where's all that fire now?"

Her aggressor methodically and carefully went about subduing her. Karen saw to it that even Sandy's more feeble attempts at escape yielded no results as she continued choking her to the point of unconsciousness. Eventually, Karen would completely evade Sandy's attempts at an eye rake by burying her face in The Giantess' hair. This woman was proving herself to be far more calculating and meticulous than Sandy had remembered. With nothing on her mind aside from the burning desire to pay Starring back in spades for this assault out of the blue, Sandy seemed to go completely limp.

Had she been left there, undisturbed and enveloped within Karen's grasp and curvaceous frame, surely her stay in dreamland wouldn't have been so short-lived. Sandy assumed that Karen would've simple been about her way, Karen she knew wasn't sadistic enough or prideful enough to continue asserting herself over a downed opponent. The Karen she knew wouldn't have attacked someone backstage because of loss she was handed months ago. The Karen she knew...was gone.

"Hhnnnn....mmmm" Sandy groaned in an annoyed tone as she was rolled onto the floor. Despite her groaning, she could still make out what the amazon was saying to her. It helped that Starring took the liberty of climbing atop her while she was semiconscious. The feeling of her old foe's weight on top of her was more than enough to help her come to. And when she was cognizant enough to reply to her assailant's words, Karen would already be leaning forwards. Her fellow black haired amazon got up close and personal with her. Starring made sure to communicate that this blindside attack was personal - the opposite of the types Sandy was used to giving out.

"Heh..." she chuckled slightly in response. "Funny cause...I haven't been thinking about you, at all." She said nonchalantly before attempting to throw her head forwards and headbutt Karen in the face! If her blow connected, the blue clad beauty would attempt to push Karen off of her person and roll over before attempting to rise up to her feet. She'd be panting, still visbily winded from having been thoroughly wrung out with that choke. Despite Karen getting the drop on her, Sandy wasn't prepared to take any further punishment uncontested. While her rival was away, Sandy had been spending time bettering herself and building her reputation at other women's' expense. And if the opportunity presented itself, Sandy would make it very clear to Karen that she'd have no problem showing the returning wrestler the same treatment Sandy had given so many others.