James Wright vs. Primrose Palmer

James was sitting in the dressing room as if nothing was happening in the outside world. In the best of times, the best word to describe James was oblivious, and this was far from the best of times. He hadn't had a match in a good long time, not that he cared that much. The paychecks kept coming in, and he took the down time to work on his hobbies and enjoy himself. Jessica had won and lost the hardcore title since he had wrestled last. She had only asked him to be in one promotional poster, and even in that his role was a fairly limited one. But just as now, that didn't particularly matter to him.

At this stage in his life, he recognized that he was not going to get close to any sort of belts. Hell, if he scraped his way off the undercard he would have been happy. But that wasn't as important to him as some stability was. And he had that in spades, even if that meant that he wasn't doing anything. He was already in his basketball shorts, and his sleek body was on display. There were men who were bigger than him, and there were men that were faster than him at AFW. But no one, he thought, had the combination of those two, on top of his experience, which made him the deadly threat that he was. In his mind, at least. His actual record at the federation was nothing short of abysmal.

With a sigh, he got up. He would have much rather spent this evening getting drunk in a bar, as he liked to do on Saturday nights. But tonight he would be wrestling. As his sister chided him to do, he looked up his opponent. His sister asked him to do that because it would give him insight into how they would be fighting, which in turn would provide some means of winning the match. Upon searching for his opponent, he discovered two things - one, that this was this lady's debut. And two, she was super hot. Which meant that even if he had any matches to watch in the federation, his ability to focus would be greatly diminished.

It was with a dumb smile on his face that he tread through the hallway. Hentai would be allowed tonight. That meant that he would be able to get his hands on his opponent's breasts, and much more than that. While he had been laid a few times in the recent months, there was nothing quite like the excitement that he felt when it came to that in the ring. The smile faded from his face when he thought about how he had been mostly on the losing end of those types of fights.

But there wasn't any time to think about that now. He was standing there, in the staging area, bouncing from one leg to the next. All that he had to wait for was his music.

The fuzzy guitar of his intro music started up and he burst onto the scene. The applause was fairly limited, but that was all the same to him. He walked down to the ring, and slid under the bottom rope. The aerial ace backed into his corner, and waited for his opponent. I've always had a thing for MILFs, he thought.

Primrose was sitting inside the lockers room, getting the final preparations before stepping inside the arena and tackling her debut match. There was no way to hide it: she was way nervous. As she slipped her body inside a wrestling attire that was barely able to contain her curves all her doubts striked at the same time. First of all, was she sure people was going to like her? She had put some pounds up since she her daughter was born, she didn’t consider herself neither as fit nor as hot as she was before becoming a mother, but as one of her manager’s fellow clients told her when she briefly met her while waiting for a meeting. “I am so sure they will love having someone as attractive and beautiful as you, my dear.” Those words touched her. Primrose’s last years hadn’t been easy, but for the first time in a lot of time she was free to do whatever she liked, and having her confidence reassured like that was some favor she would have to repay to that woman.

Another of the thoughts that trailed her mind was that she had been outside of the rings for a lot of years. Back in her youth days she spent some time in an indie wrestling league, but the AFW was one of the best federations in the whole world! Primrose was so eager to get her career going, but the fear of being inadequate made her feel unease. What kind of man would her rival be? She knew he was some sort of veteran with lots of experience, but as her manager told her in her meeting: “He has been far from the ring for a long time, so it should be a fair fight.” That reassured her as well.

In the end, there wasn’t much more Primrose could do from her position, so the best way to get rid of her fears would be to step inside that ring and show her best! She reached soon the backstage and had a small peek at her rival’s entrance, but couldn’t get many details on him.

Spoiler:

Finally, Primrose’s entrance theme started and the announcer asked for a round of applause for the All-Mother. When she timidly stepped down the ramp the crowd erupted in cheers. As she advanced and noticed people whistling enthusiastically at her body she started feeling more and more confident, waving here and there and greeting some of those kind people as she made her way to the ring.

Once she stepped inside the arena Primrose had her first proper look at her rival. The man was actually shorter and looked way lighter than her, which surprised the All-Mother but opened a huge array of possibilities. He looked fit though, wearing just some basketball shorts, and he was cute as well! Primrose was slowly starting to feel better, coming out of her shell as everything so far had been good. “Good evening. I’m Primrose Palmer, but go by All-Mother. Please go easy on poor old me...” she said in a kind but also inviting tone, not sure of how her rival would take it.

James was eagerly awaiting his opponent. Usually, the women here were waifs, hardly able to lift a stick, let alone a real weight. That usually didn't stop them from whipping James, but that at least made him feel confident, which was worth something in and of itself. So his purple eyes peered up to the top of the ramp, determined to be the first one to spot his opponent, as if that would confer some sort of advantage to him. A woman appeared, and James' jaw hit the canvas.

The crowd loved her. He had been informed that the woman was a debutante tonight, and already she was giving quite the impression. Primrose had curves for days, unlike any other woman had ever seen while he had been in Japan. There was no shame in how James was looking at his opponent. As she made her way into the ring, James made no attempts to compose himself. Images of them making love flashed through his mind. It didn't matter to him whether or not he was on top. He was sure any trysts with Primrose were going to be amazing for the aerial ace. He took a deep breath in.

He smiled at her comment. "No worries, Primrose. We will take it nice and slow," he said with a wink. "We're going to do this clean," James said, knowing full well that he had no intention of doing anything cleanly throughout the course of the evening. He stepped forward to shake his opponent's hand, and then a thought flashed through his mind.

He took a step forward, and threw his arms around his opponent in a hug. It wasn't to squeeze the life out of her as some opponents might do, but instead it was a genuine hug. Part of the reason was involved the fact that James wanted to get nice and close to Primrose, straight from the start. He didn't really know how Primrose was going to take it, but from someone who called herself the all mother, he thought that it might be okay.

He pulled back. "The name's James, by the way," she whispered. It was for her ears only.

Even if Primrose had managed to get calmer as she noticed how the public was reacting positively to her, there still was something, a splinter on the back on her mind that made her feel a little bit uneasy about her debut. It was about her rival being a man she had never seen before. Usually she wasn’t shy about meeting new men, but even in her previous experiences as an indie wrestler her interactions limited to the ones with women. Not knowing the kind of person her rival could be was something that was on her mind since yes, she was there to enjoy herself, but she also had someone to protect now. But the purple haired man waiting for her in the ring looked nice. He was cute, and in fact his body size was smaller than the one of Primrose. Only one question remained: what kind of person was he?

All of Primrose’s doubts faded after the first words with her rival. First she got tense, thinking that his hug was in fact a ruse to start the match before intended and having a head start, but it looked like the man just wanted to have some closer contact with her. She couldn’t blame him, and her motherly side took control of her as she returned the hug. Her curvy body pressed against his chiseled one with the highlight of Primrose’s breasts going against that man’s bare chest. It was an exciting scene, maybe a little bit too much before a match.

When James whispered at her his name and started retreating, Primrose replied to him in whispers just before he could be out of reach. “Let’s have some fun, James.”, she said with a smile as the bell rang and the match started. Primrose lifted her arms inviting the man to start with a test of strength. After all, she was taller and heavier than him so, why not giving it a try?

James was relishing the moment. The aerial ace always loved the sensation of having a pair of breasts pressed against him, and he wanted the moment to last for as long as it could. Although he lacked his younger sister's cold calculating nature, he was still pretty bright. And he knew that once the match started, he would be able to get his hands one his opponent's goods in a much more prolonged, much more exciting way. It was nice to feel the hug back, too. Very rarely did he receive any sort of affection, and even before a match, facing down an opponent, he would take all of the good nature that he could get.

So he backed off, thinking about all of the things that he wanted to do later. The bell rung, and Primrose offered him a chance at fun. As it turned out, their ideas of fun were totally incompatible. He wanted to do a lot of things with his beautiful British opponent, but a contest of strength could not be counted among them. There were some large women that he had faced here at the federation, but he usually had at least a slight advantage when it came to strength. But here he would be facing a woman who was larger than him, and any advantage that he had in strength either didn't exist or was in considerable doubt.

But still, James was going to try. "You got it," he said as casually as he could. The aerial ace knew that he probably wasn't going to win, but he was going to put in a titanic effort to at least try. And he was really digging deep to make sure that he was doing the most to win.

It looked like James was enjoying the hug they were sharing maybe a little too much. It wasn’t as if the All-Mother was going to go all shy at her rival, she was everything but timid when talking about physical contact, but the match hadn’t even started and her rival was already trying his best to get a good taste of her body. Also, James had a really nice well toned body as well, and Primrose took notes in order to remember to have some more action going for him as the match unfolded.

As the hug broke and the bell rang, Primrose offered her rival to begin with a test of strength. Of course this followed the All-Mother’s strategy since her best assets were her strength and endurance, and being actually bigger than her rival gave her the edge in challenges of pure, raw strength. As James accepted, even if reluctantly, the hold Primrose smiled to herself.

The man was going at her with all his might, and Primrose could notice that in how the man looked while he pushed, but the All-Mother’s strength was just enough to overpower him. She had a plan for James. If the man liked hugs, he was going to have one he would really enjoy. Primrose started pushing him back at first, but suddenly the shift in her pushing changed, and her hands, interlocked with James’, went down so their arms were close to their bodies. Then, with a sudden motion, Primrose broke the test of strength and wrapped her arms around the man’s torso and attempted to lift him in a powerful bearhug!

James could feel the power coursing through Primrose. She was the type, it appeared, to be more than just a body. The aerial ace was surging as hard as he could to send the All-Mother back, but he did not find any success. As a matter of fact, he found himself getting pushed towards the ropes. This wouldn't hurt as much as a powerful hold would, but it would be a blow to his pride and a loss of energy that would definitely hurt him in the long run. James was focused entirely on winning this contest of strength, as he redoubled his effort to come away from this early competition as the victor.

He was so focused on his efforts, that Primrose took him completely by surprise when she slipped past his outstretched hands and enveloped him in her arms. The situation would have been a nice one save for the fact that Primrose was now clamping his body against hers in a tight bearhug. James tried to bring himself low to throw off Primrose's center of gravity just to make the hold that much harder, but the All-Mother lifted him off the ground before he was able to change his position the way that he needed to. A second ago, he had felt Primrose's strength in the contest of strength. now he was feeling it with a tight bearhug.

It was a hard decision to determine which one was worse. In the contest of strength, James felt like he could win, but it would be mightily embarrassing if he lost. When it came to this bearhug, this nice thing was that he was close to Primrose's body once more, and got to feel her voluptuous breasts against his body. The downside was that all the air was being squeezed from his lungs in an incredibly painful way, which James showed by the grimace on his face and the kicking of his legs. He tried to wiggle out of the hold as best he could, but as he learned just a second ago his opponent was incredibly strong!

Primrose was aware that her strength was above the average in between women her age, her physique wasn’t a very muscular one since she became a mother, but her bigger body frame helped her use her mass to overwhelm most of her female rivals in contests of strength. What the All-Mother wasn’t so sure about was how that strength was going to fare against male opponents. She was asuming that in the AFW she would find powerful athletes and even if she didn’t want to treat James with disregard (that wouldn’t be like her at all), she was surprised about how well she could handle him in a raw strength challenge.

In her strategy there was also a little bit of irony she only hoped James was getting. First she overpowered her rival in the test of strength and then she locked a powerful bearhug, lifting James from the canvas so her chances of escaping would weaken. Before the match started the man went for a long drawn hug, having a taste at Primrose’s body as he hugged her. Now it was the All-Mother’s turn to pay him back, squeezing the life out of him while rubbing their bodies together. She wasn’t going to fool anyone, her rival’s chiseled upper body felt great pressing against her curves and her plump breasts, and she could only wonder how James was feeling about it.

Deciding that she would pressure further, Primrose squeezed her rival harder. She was determined to make use of any tactic at hand to further drain him from his fighting spirit, so the woman leaned in and got her lips so close to James’ ear that the man would be able to feel the All-Mother’s rapid breathing. “Be sure not to enjoy yourself too much, James. Or do, but if you lose yourself to your sensations I will easily get this win...” There wasn’t any pride on her voice, just teasing and challenge. A part of her wanted her rival just to abandon himself and submit, but that was highly unlikely.

James was both happy and angry. He was happy because he was able to get close, even intimate, with this wonderfully curvy woman. Their bodies were enmeshed in an ersatz of a lover's embrace, and if the hold was just that little bit less tight then he would have enjoyed this moment immensely. The reason that he was angry was closely related to the reason that he was happy. It was that extra squeeze there that mad him feel angry. Most of the anger was directed at himself, for being lured into such a powerful move so early on. Submissions had a way of becoming more impactful over time, with the deleterious effect of draining one's vitality and stamina only becoming apparent after it was far too late.

And as Primrose whispered in his ear, he sincerely hoped that it was not already too late even in the early stages of the contest. He sincerely did not want to enjoy himself, and as the British woman whispered in his ear, he woke up to that fact. The bearhug was tight, but it wasn't like he hadn't faced tight moves before. The aerial ace was not in a good situation, as he preferred to be soaring all over the ring and taking it to his opponent.

But right now, he was having it taken to him. He would try to wiggle his arms free, and press against Primrose's arms with all of his might. To add a bit more fuel to the fire, he would send a few kicks down to his opponent's legs, to see if that wouldn't loosen her up at all. Before, he was just flailing. Now he was making a serious, concentrated effort to get free of the bearhug, to make sure that he could build up some momentum of his own.

From Primrose’s position it was easy enjoying the situation she was in at the moment. James looked in a predicament as he weakly writhed against the All-Mother’s embrace, unable to make a real stand as the MILF squeezed him harder in a twisted parody of the hug the man gave her before the beginning of the match. It was some kind of ironic justice from Primrose’s point of view: the man had arrived to the scene in a grabby mood, expecting the curvy blonde to become appalled about him and unable to make a stand, but she had found a way of renderin him motionless as the only thing he could do was take the pain of the bearhug, of coursed mixed with the pleasant sensation that was rubbing his body against the woman’s generous curves.

Primrose knew that was a very good chance to make the match go on a good way from the very beginning and that was the reason why she devoted herself to the move, squeezing her rival harder as she noticed her breasts mashing against James’ bare and chiseled chest. But eventually the man would find some strength to start fighting back. Primrose was confident in her strength, but maintaining a hold like that for a long time was difficult, and even more if the rival had the opportunity to writhe and resist, so when she noticed how James managed to get his arms in between hers and her body she knew it was over for the bearhug. Opening her arms she adopted a guard stance as she took a breather to give her arms a rest. “You don’t like hugs. Noted. Now bring it...” she said in a serious but also soft tone, almost inviting.