Nagato Segawa vs Amelie Roux (LunarOcean and Scorn53)

Between two juggernauts, positions swapped frequently when they both could project power so easily. In a simple twist of motion the French woman took her from bearing down on top to being pressed down bottom. She'd underestimated Amelie as a brute but it appeared her earlier dodge was not luck. With how deftly she'd reversed their positions, she clearly had experience with other heavies. Her hefty weight could not fully bear down with Nagato's legs wrapped around her own, their powerful inner sides caressing her outer ones. That was as good a start as any.

"Do you think the one on the bottom is always the sub?" Nagato teased, reciprocating with a light kiss on her cheek. Nagato wasn't a stranger to this position but those breasts were heavenly, creamily enveloping her own but not quiee flattening them yet. Her own tensed and perked, rubbing around their pillowy prison. "It maybe premature to be cocky~"

Her strong thighs slowly worked up and down Amelie's, rubbing against them in slow rough grinds. Her thighs were still dry so the friction was rough, almost sandpaper like, but the heat it generated built up as she settled into a steady rhythm. Following up, she suddenly pressed her palms against the mat and pulled Amelie down, arching her powerful belly upwards. Rows of strong abs flexed suddenly, crushing Amelie's on top of them in a display of balance and power. Normally the idea would be suicidal strategically, but Nagato's mixture of strength and experience made it workable.

"I've made many moan when they thought they were dominant." She started, flexing and grinding her powerful tummy upwards. Her thighs were crushing Amelie's waist, suggestively pushing their crotches together. "And their confidence was punished~"

Pulling Amelie to the side, Nagato would snake around her and attempt to put her in a deadly mixture of body scissor and armbar, stretching and squeezing her. She'd ripple her hard tummy against her back intermittently, occasionally lowering her breasts to rub against her sides.

Amelie was certain that in a even, slow contest of sorts, in which one could exert ones own power more and more as the seconds passed, she would hit a brick wall in the form of Nagato. Such was why she kept with her quick offensive; contiguously moving both her frame and her own to ensure Nagato could not 'dig in' as it were.

"Not at all...but the implications however~" Continuing the tease back and forth, Amelie smirked from the nibble to her cheek, before pinching at the girls lips with her own with the lightest of kisses. She was careful though; whilst their words and actions of the mouth were soft, Amelie was more than aware that the woman could begin to crush her as if a human steamroller at any moment. Part of her suspected the motions on her cheek were meant as a distraction of sorts, with Amelie soon forced to pay for the nibble to her cheek with further intentions to squeeze Amelie a shade or two thinner. The feeling on her un-tensed tummy wasn't exactly helping either, albeit it was much more enjoyable in a sense than she believed would be possible.

She'd find herself smirking less as a powerful locking of legs soon turned into a pressing of her waist, with a cool gasp of air forced to breeze across Nagato's cheeks. The pressing of the bigger woman's crotch against her own was a welcome feeling, as was the legs around her frame, albeit preferably at a less crushing pressure. The arm bar however, was not exactly appreciated by a woman purely focused upon gaining her sexual fill. In a first for Amelie, she'd soon press her free forearm against the woman's neck. She was no powerhouse, but even the mightiest of opponents would soon fall to a unhindered choke from a figure of such size and stature.

"I must insist...you let my arm go...my pet..."

"Nnnnggghhhh-gah!" Nagato released it but not before smashing her fist into Amelie's elbow. It was a short moment of adrenaline fuelled fury, natural when one's air supply was at risk. She thought of continuing the attack but Nagato pulled back; she'd gotten off a nasty blow to her head, a stretch on her arm, and a few squeezes. She felt she was off to a pretty good start. "Well met, you think fast Amelie."

She'd be more careful around her; this woman might not have her strength but there was a cunning to her common in only the elite of the stables.

"Though I wonder if you're upset it ended so early... a few corners here I wouldn't mind joining you in..." She teased, slowly approaching her with arms ready to grasp.

Not so much thinking fast, as simply reacting to her arm being bent out of shape. The shot to her free, choking elbow was painful, but it wasn't exactly a hay maker to her cheek. Flustered from the squeeze upon her waist finally coming free, Amelie took a moment atop the beauty to catch herself, only pinning Nagato for a further second or so.

"Nearly...you cheeky minx..." Finally coming free from Nagato, Amelie couldn't deny that she was visibly disappointed the sensual contact had come to an end. The pressure upon her legs was monstrous, yet at the same time pleasant, as if she was victim to a peculiar massage of sorts. Not to mention the grinding upon the bigger womans nethers. As for the abdominal contact? It was again peculiar, but already Amelie found herself licking her lips at the thought of fighting tummy to tummy with the curvy beauty yet again. Even despite the fact, she was clearly inexperienced in such a unique field of war.

Standing opposite her foe, Amelie would dust off her sides with that grin still attached. Her arms too would rise, seemingly going past Nagato's own to grip upon the beauties shoulders, gaining perfect locale to gaze into the beauties eyes and figure.

"Mmm...by all means try..." Nodding her head in the direction of the corner to her right and her foes left.

"Don't tempt fate now~"

Nagato smirked and threw back her arms to stretch, capturing the sight of the audience with her tensed lines of strength. Striding towards her opponent the busty Japanese heavyweight. Her breasts didn't jiggle much in spite of how much they clearly strained her white bra but she looked massively intimidating, her long black hair flowing behind her and the neon lights above shadowing her front. The distance would be closed quickly with a storm of curious punches and chops aimed at her opponent's collarbone and head, showing a disciplined rigour typically unexpected of a heavyweight that would've laid out a smaller woman flat.

Yet she didn't intend to reduce them to boxing. Swerving around Amelie, Nagato's arm would chop at the side of her head, forcefully pulling her down. The same side's arm would be grabbed as the French woman was shoved down into a rising knee, slamming right into her gut with a muted THUMP. If this explosive barrage was successful, Nagato would follow up with a nasty drop kick to her side, aiming to send her rolling into the ropes.

Amelie followed the audiences cue, mildly gawping at those impressive lines and muscles of the girl stretch as she leaned backwards. She'd attempt to hide it, of course, which was greatly uncharacteristic of a woman who usually had no issues with a womanly figure. She simply wanted to show Nagato that she was a woman not so simple to control as she seemed. And that involved proving she did not have the simple mind to match.

She'd keep her posture as Nagato closed the distance, eager to see how the woman responded with those experienced fingers. To her surprise though, it seemed the match was to take a more serious tone for a moment, as Nagato unleashed a barrage that Amelie neither had the skill nor experience to fully defend against. Nonetheless she'd try, raising her arms to protect herself as those chops came in, still finding herself victim to several blows without issue. Her collar bone would soon find complete cover, but it did not matter.

Nagato had already changed target, and with such, came a throbbing sensation to Amelie's stomach accompanied with a loud gag. Forced once more to the ground via her foes strikes, and now use of legs to boot, Amelie found her arm clutching the bottom rope once having reached them.

Part of her considered outright rolling out, in an effort to catch her breath. Mostly though, she was trying to conclude as to why the woman had taken such a rough course of action with her.

Yet the ropes provided not even temporary safety for the French giant. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her sides and over her stomach. Lines of rippling strength emerged and like the jaws of a predator they clamped over her as Nagato's feet braced against the ground. The audience held its breath and gasped as Nagato swung backwards, her body arching head over heels as a mighty suplex smashed Amelie over into the mat, shaking the ring with a sound like a thunderclap.

Nagato remained in this arching state, squeezing Amelie a few times before releasing her. Presumably stunned by the immense force of the slam, Nagato would approach Amelie's legs and move them into her preferred leg lock: the heel hook.

A prone Amelie would of been a issue for many; her size and the fact she was now somewhat dead-weighting any foe who tried to manoeuvre her meant she was often just easier to leave on the ground. Such did not apply against a woman who had the size and scale superior to her own, putting her at a rare disadvantage.

The suplex would jar her awake somewhat, her shoulders turning somewhat reddened and bruised from the great impact. Nagato's arms around her tummy would have usually have been a welcome sensation; but the sudden compression not only woke Amelie out of her forced daze, but made her gag. Luckily it wouldn't last for long, as she was allowed to slump once more albeit this time in the centre of the ring.

She would however turn with concern to her foe, as she grappled her legs with ease. "W..What are you..." She'd cough out, hand raising to brush the hair from her eyes, her cheeks yet to return to full colour.

Nagato answered her confusion with the cranking of their legs, putting them through the intense submission, cranking one of her legs while Nagato's crossed under her knee. If she tried to kick out, she would simply roll back and press against the back of her knee, forcing the leg and her opponent to fold while the French woman's ankle would be stretched outwards. Nagato would also subtly rub her thighs against the inner portion of Amelie's, restraining her at her leisure.

After deciding she had damaged her leg enough, she would roll out of the hold, standing back to watch her handiwork.

"We are still wrestling are we not? Passion and aggression are hand in hand." She said a matter of factly, waiting for Amelie to stand.

Amelie was left speechless. Moments ago, her and her foe were grinding against one another, pressing chest to chest, ab to ab, in an effort to seize outright control. Amelie herself had even adopted a more serious persona to match a figure that simply required being serious to match. And now, here she was, a pain in her leg like no other.

Rightfully, she wondered where it all went wrong.

After what felt to be a lifetime, the subtle soft touch of her foes thighs against her lost amidst the outright agony of a woman that size cranking your leg, Amelie would simply gaze upon Nagato as she rose. No words this time, save for lowly breaths, and a scowl that might of caused a reaction. Evidently, the French giant didn't take too well to her leg near being torn apart.