An Italian Sandwich

Bubbles was never one to hide her feelings in any given situation. If she happy, she’d smile. If she was mad, rare as that was, she’d frown. If she wanted to hump you into submission and caress your body, you’d know because she was attempting to do those things. They were wrestlers, so things like ‘personal space’ went out the window, in her mind.

That being said, she never quite knew the way other people would react to the things she did. Sometimes bad, sometimes good, but always interestings. In Diana’s case, extremely interesting.

It was her turn to be surprised, as Diana took on a lax, nonchalant pose. Even though she’d never seen the Italian tigress wrestle before, she could tell she had skill - you didn’t send so many wrestlers running by being bad at what you did. She was goading Bubbles on, almost daring her to take the fight right to her. Either a bold move or a stupid one

Not that Bubbles cared so much on the ‘why’. If Diana wanted to give her the gift of a golden opening, she wasn’t one to refuse.

From ringside, Mariah nodded at Diana and gave her the thumbs up. ”Oh, I’m watching. Believe you me.” She glanced Bubbles’ way and gave her wink, along with the subtlest tilt of her head. A hidden message: give her what she’s asking for. ”Ding, ding.”

Bubbles was in motion the second the words left Mariah’s lips, closing in on Diana with a couple of long strides. She stuck her arm out and swung it forward as she closed in, attempting to bring her foe hard to the floor with a powerful lariat, throwing her full weight behind the move.

Every inch of Diana was shaking, telling her to firm up. Even if Bubbles had never been in a wrestling ring before, Diana's frame was screaming to her that a punch or kick nonetheless would still give her reason to wheeze. Turning her head, she'd watch the beauty to the side give the signal, almost like a handler giving the order to their beast to begin the assault. With such a image in her mind, Diana couldn't help but smile, briefly looking down before asserting her posture, or more lack of one.

Ever the keen boxer, Diana attempted to accurately read the giant's moves, but such a figure carried speed almost non-deserving of such a figure.

It was a given Bubbles was going to strong as hell. But fast too? Great.

Unable to resist the urges brought onto her body to simply, get the hell out of there, Diana found herself both bringing her arms up in a crossed manner, as her upped body leaned back. The lariat hitting her arms like a ton of bricks, Diana's slanted posture would send the Italian a great deal back, barely catching her own feet before the ropes did it for them.

Given the raven haired beauty started mostly on the other side of the ring, for reasons obvious, she found herself in a brief state of shock.

Then excitement.

"Alright then..." Shaking off her arms, which whilst both sharing the brunt of the blow, had a taste of redness to them already, Diana adopted a more serious posture as she stepped forward.

"Let's play..."

Bubbles wasn’t really all that fast, all things considered. Never one to keep up with the speed demons of the Slamazons, preferring to use her size and strength to control the ring. But she was big. She had long legs. She could stride forward and cover a lot of ground in a hurry, which was good when she liked to charge forward and cross distances in a hurry. Good forward momentum. As Diana would no doubt attest to.

Her blow connected, and while there was a look of shock on Diana’s face, she wasn’t the only one in the ring surprised. After all, when she went into freight train mode, typically she knocked everyone and everything in the way flat - regardless of whether they blocked or not. This woman, however, stayed standing. Heck, more than that, she seemed like she wanted a second helping.

Yup. She and Mariah had stumbled on a keeper.

”Ask and you shall receive.” Bubbles began to lean forward as her wife looked on, watching this all unfold with rapt attention. Diana was looking more serious, more feral, more eager than before, and they were both itching to see what their potential friend - and possibly more - could.

As Diana moved forward, Bubbles began to slide her feet back on the canvas, dusting them off like a bull before the charge. When the tension was too much to take, she suddenly dipped down and charge forward with her arms out, looking to force the buxom brawler into a collar-and-elbow tie up, a good way to establish the pecking order right from the get-go.

With both fighters dusting themselves off, Diana couldn't help but try to imagine what Mariah herself was planning. Was this purely a sport to her; did she unleash Bubbles as it were, purely to see her opponent crumble under a great mass of amazon curves? Or if Diana herself had managed to chip away at the great oak tree before her, would she perhaps involve herself? Diana wasn't a woman you'd willingly scorn, but even the Italian would be open to assault trying to keep the figure before her at bay. She considered herself vulnerable to others when merely glancing at her foe.

Throwing but a wink at Bubbles as her attention came back to her, Diana hopped on her feet a moment before settling, and then mirroring her foe. This time wary of another monumental strike coming her way, Diana found herself carefully leaning in as her eyes stalked Bubbles hips, making note to get the hell out of dodge the moment rotation took place. Luckily, her own hands would lock with the giants, before she'd find another strike.

And to no surprise whatsoever, pushing against Bubbles was like locking horns with a marble statue.

"Tchh...Packing a little more than just...a giant ass and a mean hook huh...?" Somewhat aware that even a solely defensive posture still wouldn't hold fully against such a figure, the raven haired beauty already had an attack in place. Moving quickly, Diana aimed to duck under her foes arms and release, just as quickly as they had locked.

Slipping behind her giant, but still agile foe, Diana's arms seemed to be motioning for a restraining reverse waist lock as they gripped those firm, yet somewhat soft-to-the-touch hips. Only when the Italian was fully behind Bubbles, did she unleash her 'counter.'

Said counter being, a monumental slap once more to that giant rear, the noise resounding as if it was the purest of knife edge chops.

Diana was strong. Obviously. Unavoidably. Unquestionably. Bubbles had figured that out when she saw her cut figure from across the ring, and her opinion hadn’t changed. Sure, she still had the power advantage between them, but she’d never been under any delusions about the advantages her natural size gave her. If Bubbles had been just three, maybe four inches shorter, this encounter might be going quite differently. Pound-for-pound, Diana might’ve even been the stronger between them.

But the weight was hers. Momentum, leverage, sheer gravity - they all worked in her favor. So, when she tangled with Diana and tested her might, it wasn’t a question of if she’d push the Italian back. Only when and how far and if her foe would be able to do anything to stop it.

The first question was answered right away, as they met and the strength difference became immediately apparent. ”Oh, you noticed, did you?” She brought her lips to Diana’s ear, whispering husky words into it. ”Just wait. I’m full of-”

‘Surprises’ was the likely next word, but the world would never know for sure, as Diana answered the next two questions in a hurry. In a moment, she was behind Bubbles, gripping her tight with a waistlock. Bubbles stiffened up, thinking that Diana might go for a German Suplex - a tall order, but the Italian didn’t seem one to shy away from challenges. As it turned out, though, she had something more interesting in mind.

Another yelp echoed through the room as Diana’s hand slapped hard against her tanned flesh, this time with enough force to leave a print. That yelp quicky devolved into a scandalous gasp, as she twisted around, reached behind her, and tried to seize the carnal woman’s skull with a headlock, hoping to trap her under her arms for a moment. Just long enough to exact some payback.

Despite her raw attraction to hardy, physical female frames, and despite having faced the former many a times, such an attack to an opponent's rear as Diana's first ever assault like such. As such, the Italian couldn't help but let loose an uncharacteristic child-like laugh, even raising a hand to try and cover it. Bubbles couldn't see out of the back of her head, but she certainly didn't want the hawk-eyed partner to the side of the ring to see a often professional prize fighter lose composure at a jiggle of a rear.

Soon catching herself, turning blushing-giggling Diana back into composed-and-stern, Diana found her giant swinging round with arm raised, but no forearm or elbow pointed her way. Now fully in the mood to play, and keen to find the limits of this mammoth figure, Diana offered no resistance to Bubbles efforts to grapple her. Head under arm, Diana would press her own fingers to both hips, holding on for a moment just to rebuff any effort to suddenly shake or throw her.

Not that such a lack-luster effort could stop Bubbles. But then again, that was mostly the point.

Bubbles cranked down hard on the headlock the moment she scored it, making sure to lock her fingers together as she flexed her hardened muscles, making sure to leave as little space as possible for relief. Bubbles wasn't likely to win any contests for being the most skilled technical wrestler in the world, but this was one of the more basic moves that she excelled at. Good for grinding away at foes, working away at their stamina while she recovered hers. Oh, and it had the little bonus effect of rubbing their faces against her breast.

That last one was something she thoroughly enjoyed at the moment, loving the way Diana’s hardened features felt against her softest part, engulfing half of her face in the tender flesh.

[color]“You know,”[/color] She started to move forward, dragging her along the mat as she made her way to the center. “Just realized, we never agreed on the rules. Do you want to go standard…”[/color]

She spun about, lifted Diana’s body into the air, then twisted and tossed her to her back, falling down with still in the hold for a headlock takedown. ”Or maybe something more...intimate?”

As expected, Diana's efforts at holding onto Bubbles made absolutely no difference whatsoever. It was more of a reflex of sorts; anyone else, and Diana herself would of likely had just as if not more control with such a grip on their centre of balance. Brushing her front against the beauties back, Diana found herself both smiling and baring her teeth, as the pain of the pressure on her skull, even against a breast likely the size of her head, reminded her this was not simply a gentle spar.

When her bigger opponent began to motion, again Diana could but simply hold on, flying through the air as if now on a roller-coaster, before finding the bigger figure using her top half as a rest, whilst still holding the Italian's head. Diana herself couldn't figure out which hurt more; the slam itself, or the sudden dropping of a large figure upon her. She certainly knew which one she enjoyed more, pain aside.

"Why don't...Gh.." Arms finally coming somewhere of moderate use as they clung onto Bubbles arm, not to try and pull it completely off, but to simply alleviate pressure, Diana couldn't help but grunt, even as her smile prevailed. "...you pick. Makes it fair.."

Something was off here. Bubbles’ didn’t boast the keenest mind for subtlety, but even she could tell that Diana was being a little too receptive to her affectionate touches. Even some of the most accepting women had some apprehension when she started to work her magic. But Diana? She was into it. Not that Bubbles minded, of course. Just an interesting note.

”My pick? You’re too kind.” As much as the notion was appreciated, Bubbles wasn’t one for complex thought while she exerting herself. She needed to relax a bit. More importantly, she needed to relax in a way that kept her opponent on the floor. Luckily, she had just the thing for it.

Bubbles released the hold, but only so she could swing her legs over Diana’s waist, straddling her. At the same time, she reached up to grab the Italian’s wrists, aiming to pin them to the canvas. She loomed above her foe, as her large shadow covered her in shade, with her bright smile gleaming through the gloom.

”How about a Knockout match? First to put her opponent to sleep, wins. No rules, of course.” She began to work her hips, starting a slow grind against Diana’s most sacred place. ”Now, we just need an official.” She threw her mischevious gaze towards her wife. ”Honey? You want to do the honors?”

Mariah clapped her hands with glee and slid on into the ring, kneeling nearby the two warring women - close enough to see Diana’s face, far enough to not get caught in the madness. ”With barely constrained pleasure.”

Diana herself was more than off. To those who had seen the amazon perform in-ring before a baying crowd, this was almost an entirely different woman. Whether Bubbles was as green as grass or had all the experience in the world, the raven haired beauty beneath her should have been giving her hell every step of every move, even with that size advantage aside. It almost appeared as if Diana was purposefully holding back. Or more, wanted to experience this beauties holds.

Pinned again without even a semblance of refusal, Diana bared that dark grin up at the beauty now holding her firm, with only Diana's legs being allowed to motion as they desired.

"If you're certain..." Gleaming yet still, Diana moved her arms a little just to simply test her opponents grip.

Nope. Not nothing.

"If you turn around in the middle of me putting you out and begging me to stop...I'll be disappointed..." Her last words carrying a somewhat quieter intensity, Diana turned her head to the willing official whom joined without a moments hesitation; her smile growing, as Diana quickly realised such was likely all part of the plan.

"Wow...sure is lucky she was just standing there huh...?" Eyes back to the figure who pinned her without a motion of strain, Diana's eyes scrolled around the figure, both to once more check out the godly sight before her and try to figure out what was coming next. Luckily for her, the next assault came rather promtply.

"Ohhh..." The pace of Bubble's grind barely noticeable, the weight of the figure doing such a motion was completely the opposite. In all her honesty, Diana could not remember she felt such a feeling so firmly pressed against her. Already, a quake was visible in her tone, with teeth latching gently onto her own lip.

"I don't think...that'll get...the KO..."