Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Karen Starring

Tally wriggled with all her might, but that proved to be nigh expended. She was panting and sweating and feeling the crush of her big belly against her bulk and the shameful way her own tits were partially smothering her.

Even fresh, she might struggle to escape but right now, she just didn't have it in her and even she knew there was little she could do to beat the count. THAT was what was the most infuriating.

"THREE!"

The referee slapped the final count and hopped up to signal for the bell.

Immediately rolling off the girl, more so from the force of Tally trying to explode out of the pin then anything else, Karen fell again to the mat. She didn't know how she did it, but she snuck in a win, even after that hefty sumo like figure seemed intent on turning her into a pancake.

She dare not throw a signature taunt, seemingly satisfied with a win, a dirty one at that, as she lay on the floor panting, praying her giant foe would not seek revenge, or if she did, the referee would be placed in between the two.

Tally's legs shot up and then dropped to the canvas. She knew she had lost. She could hear the bell ringing, but she couldn't really move. Her large chest heaved up and down and she let her head flop to the side. She HAD lost before, but somehow this defeat felt worse than the others.

She stared at Karen, believing that SHE, and not Karen, was the better woman tonight. She always believed that she was, at least in looks, but as tough as she thought she was, she knew she didn't know much about wrestling. But tonight? She definitely thought that she had been the more deserving of victory.

She was sad, angry and a few other somewhat confusing emotions, but she didn't even really know how to express them and she didn't have the energy to vocalize it as she rolled her big body onto her belly and pushed to her hands and knees.

Karen too, was a mix of emotions. She wrestled to demonstrate and show off her power, and here she was, lying on the floor like a beaten woman, after halving to roll up what appeared to be a more dominant woman.

She didn't know whether to smile at the win, or smash the mat with her fist from frustration, as instead she began to rise to her knees, hands still holding the waist which Tally had seemed intent on crushing a few sizes thinner.

Tally watched Karen slowly begin to rise and she did the same. She was still panting, but there was a small surge of adrenaline that was coursing through her. She stared at Karen and when both were finally upright, Tally forced herself to push her ample chest against Karen's own rather hefty bosom.

She just stared at the blonde, panting in the girl's face while their chests rubbed softly together. Tally was looking into Karen's eyes, trying to find something, she didn't even know what.

After a moment, when she could FEEL the burn of her cheeks, she turned and scoffed. "I'll get my win back." She muttered. "It's mine and you stole it." With that, she finally exited the ring, though quite slowly.

Karen, for probably a first in her wrestling career, actually turned her cheek, her humiliation at needing to resort to such a dirty tactic to win preventing her from matching eyes with the girl. Yeh, Karen had won, but likely after a few days of pondering, she would of in fact prefer she won via a dominating fashion, or simply not at all.

She almost agreed with Tally, as her cheeks reddened as she was reminded of what a dirty bitch she had just been. That been said, Tally quickly left, seemingly finding no satisfaction from physically beating an opponent who might of just beaten her, but could of easily been beaten. Had their roles being reversed, Tally probably wouldn't of been so safe.

After the big girl had been given plenty of time to leave, Karen would soon follow, to yet another chorus of boos, as her eyes seemed stuck on the floor, the big blonde the very definition of humiliated.