Femi Zahara vs Heather Sunderland

As of recently, Femi's professional career experienced a remarkable resurgence the very instant she reentered the ring of AFW. With each triumph she achieved, she effortlessly reignited the flames of her former glory, defying all expectations despite her advancing age. This extraordinary accomplishment garnered widespread admiration and commendation from countless tabloids and wrestling critics. She could hardly elude the constant attention of the press, who treated her as if she were a fresh-faced sensation in the world of wrestling.
Without a doubt, she reveled in the limelight, embracing the media and their relentless pursuit of her comeback, a stark contrast to the attitude displayed by her own daughter, Sydney. She pitied her child, but selfishness ran abundantly in the family. She had her own career to focus on, and if the redhead jobber couldn't get her head in the game, she'd have to figure it out on her own. As for her granddaughter, she had a lot of respect for her. The two were far more similar than she expected—her legacy had skipped a generation it seemed. However, she could still use some work, so, hours earlier, she had sent Yona in invitation to watch her in a match.
She wasn't sure who it would be a bigger deal for—Yona, being able to watch her veteran champion of a grandma fight in the ring, or Femi getting to be observed by the current hardcore champion, who just so happened to be her granddaughter. Either way, she was ecstatic that she'd have both a boyfriend, and an heir to her legacy. She didn't exactly like that Yona was a heel like her mother, but it didn't matter; the brunette showed real potential in the ring. She wouldn't allow Yona to fumble her career like her mother did.
As she hurriedly got dressed in her wrestling gear, she made her way towards the stadium, her round belly jiggling in sync with her ample buttocks and flabby areas. It was evident that the staff couldn't help but have their eyes glued to her body; the woman giggling in flattery. Each step brought her closer to the moment when she would burst through the curtains, revealing herself to the eager audience. With a confident pose, she placed her hands on her hips and swayed her voluptuous ass as she made her way towards the wrestling ring. Pausing occasionally to capture a few selfies and share embraces with her devoted fans, she finally slid into the ring, eagerly awaiting her opponent. Meanwhile, Yona was watching the proceedings from the barricades; stern as usual with her family members.

It's been quite a while since Heather has had a match in AFW. She was mostly done with  the most of it, but she still had quite the fond feeling for the league that brought her up. Being called to have 'one last match' was something that certainly surprised her, but she wasn't one to turn it down..especially when she saw who she would be facing. Her opponent was..quite the looker..she couldn't help but be quite attracted to getting in the ring with her.

Finally, after her full entrance, Heather's music played over the speakers and she stepped her way out onto the stage area. She was dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini top over that, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots. She pushes quite the wide grin on her face as she made her way steadily down the ramp. She was met with quite the reaction from the fans--lots of them quite excited to see her return to the AFW ring!

She slides into the ring, heading to the corner and getting up onto the middle rope, raising her hands in the air to bask in the audience's reaction. She took a full, deep breath in and out, nodding her head a couple times before hopping off the ropes, looking over to Femi.

"Well hey there! I hope you came nice and full prepared! I don't plan on holding back! Gotta go all out for my little return cameo match!" She let out with a nod, sticking her tongue out a little.

Match Attire:

Femi couldn't deny the fact that her adversary possessed a level of maturity that exceeded her expectations. Their body types were strikingly similar, as if Femi were looking at reflections of herself in her earlier years as a seasoned wrestler. What added to the irony was that both women were making their comeback this season. Femi had been on an impressive winning streak since her return a few months ago, and now she found herself facing another experienced fighter who was also making her first match back. The outcome seemed obvious to the audience, but there was no denying the loyal fanbase that each fighter had, who believed in their ability to emerge victorious over the other.
As Femi observed her opponent, whose vibrant purple hair caught her attention, she couldn't help but sense that Heather's confidence alone would pose a significant challenge. It was a dangerous thing to have an inflated ego, and anyone who could step into the ring with such self-assurance surely possessed the power to back it up. Before long, the bell rang, and Femi assumed a crouched position, ready to launch herself towards her opponent with an offensive move. If successful, her plan was to pin Heather against the turnbuckle and relentlessly smash into her until exhaustion brought her down, allowing Femi to assert her dominance by smothering her face with her own ass.

Heather hums a little as she tilts her head, looking over Femi after her own statement. "Ahaa--not a very talkative one? That's totally fine! I usually enjoy a bit of banter before the match, but I don't mind getting right into it either!" She moves in to start the match up, narrowing her eyes just slightly before feeling Femi just--suddenly launch right in towards her, colliding with her in the center of the ring! She grunt out just a bit, pushing and struggling with Femi as she was steadily pushed and pressed into the corner. A bit of a grunt came from her mouth as she was just--pressed up against the corner!

She pushes and struggles against Femi, wriggling and writhing to try and push the girl back, fighting through her movements. She grit her teeth hard, her hands up at her shoulders, trying to prevent her from slamming into her, but Heather was admittedly wobbling a bit, it would only take Femi a little more power to be able to force Heather down into a seated position in the corner if she wanted to!

Femi found herself incredibly fortunate when she successfully outmaneuvered her opponent early on in the match. Despite Heather's formidable strength, her overconfidence ultimately led to her downfall. Femi's relentlessly attempted to use her protruding belly flabs to knock her opponent off balance and make her stumble. All due in part to Femi feeling a surge of cockiness, herself, eager to prove her capability by defeating someone who, in theory, possessed a similar level of experience and strength.
In a way, she may have met her match, and she wouldn't let that show in the slightest—as far as anyone could tell, the curvy wrestler was unstoppable in the face of her opponent. If she could just get Heather to stumble over; she'd get to humiliate her opponent, similarly to something her granddaughter, Yona would do. She wondered if she was doing this to maintain her credibility or to seem more on the Hardcore Champions level.
She shook her head in annoyance—she had nothing to prove to her. She has continued to stay undefeated from the first time she stepped into the ring as a child, up until this day. It was an accomplishment not many knew, but not even her own sister stood a chance against her. There was no deny that her current weight also helped in most situations, especially when wanting to smother her opponents like now, but it was also a sign that she was getting older. She surely could've honed her potential, and groomed her for perfection. It was far too late to change her now that she was a complete success. However, she'd show her tonight that her grandmother was no pushover, compared to her mother.