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Kat has me curious - she talks a good game - a great one even. But really? I know I am nearing the end of a nearly 40-year career but just last weekend took down an old nemesis and if I may say so, impressively.

So who ends up on top in this classic pro wrestling matchup? Will I overwhelm the pretty, curvy, sexy, athletic, young up and comer, pinning her flat? Or will Kat embarrass me using dizzying speed and superior stamina to the point that I am unable to continue? I think it will be a great match but the outcome is in question.

Do I think I can win? Of course! Is there a possibility I could lose? There is.

Standard pro rules with all the customary rule bending until the bell rings with one done and the other victorious.

Please vote and comment. We love comments!

Oh Momma! It's going to be so much fun running you around the ring, breaking you down, wearing you out until that big tank is empty!  :-)

The bell rings and the rowdy crowd seems split pretty evenly. Some like my extra large curves, some like Kat's smaller but still amazing ones. Some favor youth and speed, some favor size and experience. Some see me as the underdog, others see Kat the same way. Whatever the taste, we are off and running.

Around we go, sizing each other up. I raise my arms showing lockup and it appears Kat is licking her lips in anticipation. We draw in closer and believe me, I know she could strike like a flash of lightning but hey, thunder here - big thunder and I intend to make the boards boom with her body hitting them over and over.

Whadahyasay Kat? Lockup??

"Lock up? With you Momma? You bet - let's go!" I raise my arms, take a deep breath and throw myself at the mountain of a woman. When we make contact it's huge and so is my opponent. I'm not exactly a slight figure and with momentum I feel give in her but not much and then we stop. There is movement in her body but it's big curves rumbling. Then the response - uh ohhh! I find myself giving up ground rapidly, my bare feet skidding along the old canvas. I see the ropes getting closer so I do my best to plant, pivot and reverse, wanting Joanie's back where she intends to put mine. But, that does not work at all. It seems to make it even easier for the heavyweight and with some creaking and squeaking, our weight stretches the ropes. The ref is smart enough to get on Joanie but she is none too eager to comply. I do my best to brace for impact!

The ropes bend under the pressure of our combined weight. The ref is right there and surprisingly quickly, beginning the count. I've made my point though, so after four I slap Kat's shoulders and dance back, smiling. I do see a look of surprise but she can't really think she would have won that lil battle could she? I just keep smiling. I begin to pace back and forth, keeping an eye on the tattooed tart, waiting patiently for her to try something else. The crowd is buzzing with excitement and anticipation and I too, feel the same, wondering how this will play out.

I am muscled into the ropes, in a position for certain pain and - Joanie plays fair?!?! Other than slapping my shoulders, she backs away cleanly and smiles. If she is trying to get into my head, it's working! What does she know? What is she thinking? How does she pass up on an opportunity like that? My mind is racing. I catch myself leaning on the ropes, my body language showing my wonder. I clear my head and focus. I move off the ropes and approach Joanie with caution. We begin to circle, getting closer to each other and when just close enough, I make my move. Showing lockup again, I lower my right shoulder and drive forward, aiming it for that big belly. It's time to use my speed to neutralize her size which is almost a hundred pound advantage. I yell and charge. YAHHHH!!

What is this? WOW! Honestly, I am conflicted.

I have beaten Joanie but it was a very close. It could have gone either way - she is amazing.

Kat took me down and rather convincingly. I was embarrassed in that match TBH.

So, I want Joanie to win. But I think Kat will prevail. I can't vote yet, sorry. I need to dwell on this one for a while!

Figuring Kat to be daring, when she offers another lockup, I am eager to let her try again. I raise my arms, rear back, plant my left foot forward and nothing. Well, not true - there is something - a sharp blow to my belly that sucks all the air out of the room and my lungs. My eyes widen, my mouth opens but I am unable to inhale. Caught completely off guard, her shoulder feels like it's going to come out my back. I'm not sure but I may have been lifted off my feet for a split second. That one hurt!

I manage to ram my shoulder into Joanie's belly and it is big - the shoulder and the belly! This has to be the thiccest mjddle I have ever encountered in the ring! Immediately after contact, the big woman is moving backward so I just keep pushing, my legs pumping, my bare feet pounding the canvas when my shoulder digs in again and I hear the heavyweight gasp and groan. More creaking from the ropes as it's now her back against them so I don't stop. I grab the middle rope on both sides of her hips and rapid fire a bunch of shoulders into the same spot. Unfortunately, the ref is on me so I have to back off. It's my turn to dance back this time and when I do, I see a red-faced former champ who is looking a little worse for wear and I'm not sorry!

Is this one match too many for Joanie?  She's had a long and distinguished career but I'm sure this up and coming star is eager to retire the veteran grappler.

I first take the spear-like shoulder and then am bulled into the ropes where I take 6, 7, 8 more? Honestly I lost count. It doesn't matter how many though, they leave me breathless. In fact, even after the ref interceded and Kat stopped, the pain and distress continues to rise. Instinct keeps me on my feet along with a firm grip on the ropes but I'd be more comfortable on the canvas. I just can't breathe. I want to straighten up but my legs refuse to lift me any higher. I need some time but will I get any? The ref looks sympathetic but I can't hang here forever.

"C'mon ref, she's stalling!" I don't really care though, I'm teasing. If you would have heard the noises the older grappler made as my shoulder was digging in to her gut, you'd know how much they hurt her. And look at her now, draped in the ropes, already in trouble and not even two minutes in. I wait several seconds and then decide to press. I move in to her left and manage to get a grip on her left wrist. "Let's go for a ride Momma!" I stomp away from her, tug on her wrist and pull. I get so far and then am stopped abruptly. I look over to see Joanie hanging on to the rope, so I get a running start and yank, pulling harder this time but again, I reach the end of my rope so to speak and fail to extract my opponent from the ropes. There is some jeering from the crowd about my inability to handle the senior wrestler and I give them a little signal as to what I think of them which incites them even more! This woman is an ox!

I indeed, cannot breathe but we are less than two minutes in and at 237 pounds, I am not moved easily. I do not want to be whipped across the ring so I will not be! I do finally get my legs under me and we're close enough now that I may be able to fight back. Kat's very long hair is within easy reach of my right hand so to it I go, controlling her head. Yanking down hard, she has to let go of my arm so I switch hands, freeing my right which I ball into a fist and take aim at her left side to which I deliver three quick, hard blows before the ref is counting and makes me break. I use the opportunity to escape to my right, now getting the break I need. Some cheer, some boo, the crowd still pretty evenly split. Looking at Kat, those shots hurt. I move as far away as I can, beginning to breathe but still feeling those shoulders.

Getting close to Big Momma proves to be a mistake. My bunch of shoulder blocks hurt her but those three fists may have evened things up. This woman can punch! The pain is sharp and deep causing me to now use the ropes for support. Here comes the ref telling me to wrestle. I hang on though, taking every second she will give me before counting me out. When I have to get off the ropes, I am relieved to see Joanie biding her time as well. Confident that I can recuperate more quickly and thinking her belly may be compromised for the entire match I stretch out my rib cage, take in some air and move toward her. I leap in and leap out and do it again, teasing and taunting her, showing off my quickness. I back away after that, hoping to draw her in and away from the safety of the ropes. I want some room to work. ;-)

I watch as Kat plays me - or so she thinks. Let her bounce and bop and use her energy. I am content to keep things slow and close, plus my breathing is just getting close to normalizing. Trying to time her next move toward me, I ready myself and leap forward (as much as I can leap) when I think she's going to move toward me, open my arms and go for an early bear hug. If I manage to catch her, I know I can slow her down!

After two taunts Joanie doesn't bite but I don't give up that easily. So one more leap in and in a very surprising show of speed from the power house, catching me by surprise, Joanie gets her arms around my body. The punches to my ribs come to the fore as her arms wrap my rib cage and begin to constrict. In a matter of a few seconds I realize just how strong this woman is! My own breathing is restricted instantly and her huge breasts press into mine, blanketing them.. She has shoulders and a back like no other I have wrestled, weapons few other women have. This is not good at all!

Almost miraculously, I catch my opponent and apply the hug. It's not great and needs adjustment but I hear her gasp so I know it's meaningful. I've been a round the block a few (thousand) times and do a pretty good job of reading opponents. Now I need to make this count so I slide my arms in small increments, looking for that perfect spot to cause the most pain. I also need to protect my head or your escape could be painful!

Watching as this amazing match unfolds and I yell out "YOU GOT THIS KAT!"

When the big woman gets her arms around me and begins to hunt, a chill goes up my spine which quickly evolves into a pain. I am breathless for a few seconds before I can move enough to catch a breath. But she goes right back to work and the cat and mouse game begins - Joanie trying to break me in half and me trying to prevent it. But preventing her from crushing me is only part of the goal - I need to escape or fall victim to her vice-like grip. I could go for her hair - a little cheap but perhaps necessary. I'm better than that though! I can't get to her head any other way, so I stiffen my right hand and work it between her body and mine, gradually pushing it down. It's trapped but it helps. I do the same with the left but now what? My hands are against her broad sides so I do what I can - curl my fingers into her fleshy sides, trying to find a spot that makes her scream. Damn one piece suit of hers!

Come on Joanie!! You got this!!!

Quote from: MissBustyCarolina on April 09, 2023, 08:07:32 PM
Come on Joanie!! You got this!!!

Hey! Hey!! Who's side are you on?? LOL

C'mon Joanie, you can take her.  ;D

I have been a Joanie fan for years!!

Tony

As tough and hot as Kat is, my Big Momma Joanie is too big, powerful and experienced. She'll end up destroying Kat and putting her in her place...and it's going to be so sexy to watch  :o

Yeah, yeah, this one piece suit. You'll learn young one. It's custom made, double strong and double tough. I feel your fingers trying to penetrate the Lycra and get to my skin but hmmmmm . . . doesn't seem to be working. To top it off, I have your arms trapped now too, so I take a breath and squeeeeeze. Oh, I squeeze. I quickly slide my arms down yours a little bit, bend my knees and lift you off your feet, applying as much pressure as I can. I take a big, heavy step toward the middle of the ring and then another, setting your body deeper and deeper in my grasp, using gravity to my advantage. "C'mon ref, ask her! I think she's ready!"

My well manicured nails struggle to get any traction and obviously, they are having no effect on the big woman. If I have done one thing in this match, I have greatly underestimated the heavyweight. When she adjusts the hold, I scream! It feels like my forearms are going to snap and there is no oxygen to be found anywhere. The bouncing strides are well, indescribable. My bare legs are all I have to work with but all they do is slide around, unable to get past her hips. I try to slam my right heel into her left thigh but I can't see and with her moving, I cannot locate my target. "Fffff huh, ffff huh, fffff huh . . ." my breathing gets more shallow and then the ref asks and . . . I think about it but then wheeze out a "no". At this point I have to hang in and hope she gets very poor gas mileage and her tank empties quickly. Never have I experienced a woman like this and I hope I never do again.

Come Kat, you got this, keep fighting and beat that Joanie ass!! I know you can beat her ass

Oh My!  Looks like the veteran is taking control.

How in the world is fatass Joanie winning this fight???????

The "Wild"Kat is feeling pretty tamed right about now. In my patented Big Momma Bear Hug, she seems rather helpless. I continue to stomp around the ring, jolting my youthful opponent's body, happy to use this as long as I can and honestly, she does not seem to have a clue how to escape so I just stomp, stomp, stomp, wearing the once feisty middleweight down, down, down. I take a look at the clock occasionally and it's been three minutes in my arms. She is like a bobble-head as I move so I think it may be time to change tactics. I know she will recover pretty quickly - if I allow her to do so. But why do that? So I point her back toward the farthest corner and start to march, then jog across the ring. As we arrive, I open my arms and slam her back into the buckle pads in a vertical splash. Where did the air come from to support that scream and groan??

"Rag doll" would not be a reasonable description of my body language but I'd qualify that with "yet". I have never been trapped in anything like this and honestly, it has me perplexed. I am wedged against Joanie's thicc frame with nowhere to go - well, we go where she wants to go. My head is in a bit of a fog and I am not thinking straight until the heavyweight starts moving with purpose toward a corner and then my mind is as sharp as a tack. When we land, my head is snapped back and I am crushed - absolutely crushed! I don't know where that scream came from but the groan is low and pained. Honestly, my body seems to be in a mild form of shock my arms searching for something to hold me up - ropes, arms, boobs - whatever!

Rawr votes for Joanie <3 luvvvvvv's bearhugs

Size matters and Kat is learning that quickly. With her pinned between me and the corner, I take advantage. I take the top rope in  each hand on opposite sides of the turnbuckle keeping my weight against her curves, pull back quickly and thrust my body into hers. I keep her pressed there, then repeat. And repeat. And repeat. The ring shakes each time I connect and the look of utter submission on her face is beautiful! But then, here comes the ref and she is not happy with my antics. I get one more crushing impact in but then have to back away and break. When I do, I watch Kat sink, legs like rubber, hanging on for dear life. Now it's her turn to be counted. She has ten but I don't know - she may not make it. Wouldn't that be an interesting end to the match??

 Sitting in my front row seat, enjoying the action, and view. Ahh Yes, another wrestling lesson given by the one and only BMJ !!! Glaring at the Haters as they flap thier gums... "Get her BMJ, make sure she knows not to mess with the Vets of the ring" !!!   ;)

Joanie continues battering me in the most humiliating ways. Every time she slams her body into me it's like getting hit with a bunch of boxing gloves all over my torso. Each time she crushes me I feel worse. Finally the ref gets the big woman off me and it's all I can do to stay on my feet and she counts me. She counts me! My legs are not cooperating, I can hardly breathe and without the corner for support, I am going to drop like a rock - a soft one. At 5 my jelly legs straighten but still I lean in the corner. Seven, eight, nine . . . and I just put a tiny bit of space between me and the corner pads and that's good enough to break the count. I seriously consider leaning again but I look up and like a bull seeing red, here comes Joanie. She is moving quickly for her size and those big curves bouncing frantically mesmerize me for a moment but then I realize I am about to get crushed. She actually leaves her feet but I cannot move left or right so I let my wobbly legs collapse and drop to the canvas, trying to dive to my right. I hear the impact, the ring creaks and shakes and Momma groans. I don't stick around. I crawl on hands and knees down the ropes looking for safety and a much needed break. Then I hear the ref counting and Joanie has the same ten to right herself. I hope she takes all ten. Hearing the bell would be music to my ears!

The legendary Monna wins

Looks like experience and size are winning the day. Well done Joanie  :-*

The match was going my way quite nicely but I have hit a bump in the road. Had I landed that splash, this one would be over but I didn't so it's not. I allowed a golden opportunity to slip through my fingers and took a pretty good shot to my body at the same time. Nothing like damaging yourself. I hang on to that corner pretty tightly, trying to get my head together and let the pain subside and I know Kat must be lurking. I look over my shoulder and to my surprise, she is creeping down the ropes away from me but very slowly. I have to get on her - I cannot let her recover, so I force myself to move toward her, trying to think of the best course of action. I catch up to her before she makes it to the corner and I manage to grab her right ankle. By it I drag her on her belly away from the ropes where I have more room to work but while I have her leg controlled, let's make it count. I lift it in both hands, place my foot in the criux of her knee and ram the joint into the boards with a lot of weight behind it. Oh, that scream!  :-)

Quote from: ThickSammy on April 15, 2023, 02:09:54 AM
I would still put my money on Kat.

I'll take that bet. What do I get when I win?

Mmm....looks like The Big Momma's got her.

"Come on Kat, Let's go Kat!!" I Start chanting and cheering!!"

I'm making my way toward a break, on hands and knees, crawling, but confident that if I can buy some time I can get back into this. I'm almost within reach of the corner when I am stopped and dragged away across the canvas rapidly. I mean, Momma is not struggling at all to move me. We stop, she takes better control of my leg and when I feel her foot in my knee, I know what's coming and it hurts as bad as I anticipated. The pain travels up and down my leg, deep, dull and lingering. Scream I do, burying my face in my hair and the mat, starting to lose hope. Still someone chants for me and I lift my head, finding Abby. We make eye contact and I give her a quick, small head shake, signaling my growing hopelessness. This one seems to be one of those I will have to forget and move on, not something I at all like. Can't win 'em all I guess.

After planting Kat's knee and watching her scream and writhe, she settles on her face. I hear this chant for her and look over to see a massively busty young woman who seems the type I should get to know. Kat lifts her head, looks over at Miss Busty and gives her a lil head shake. It appears my opponent is beaten at least mentally, so let's finish her off in grand style. I step over Kat's back and sit on her lumbar. She fights it but I work her arms up over my legs, cup her chin in my hands and rock back in a camel clutch. I don't apply as much pressure as I can but I'm not going easy either. Honestly, this fat old lady wants to see her youthful opponent absolutely exhausted and unable or at least unwilling to continue. Going with big impact moves could cost me so I decide to slow things down and wear her down. "Whadaya say Kat? Had enough??"

Looks as though Kat has met her match. It would take a miracle for her to come back. Not impossible but I doubt Joanie is going to let this one slip through her fingers. Maybe Kat should be going for a time limit draw. LOL

Wonderful back and forth fight (or attempted back and forth...someone is being destroyed)

Joanie! Joanie! Joanie!!!

The Kat is getting schooled by the Big Momma

Big Momma is in complete control now. I hate saying it but let's be realistic. She wrestled her match and did so almost flawlessly and I had nothing for her in this one. She used her size, power and experience and when I had an opening it was too little, too late and now the match is winding down. Even my young back is going to be compromised by this strong camel clutch which she has locked in. It's not bad enough to make me submit and it feels like she knows it. She is putting me on display now. My breasts push into my suit top, my hair is everywhere and I am actually perspiring - rare for me. I have no idea how she intends to (attempt to) finish me but I don't see a way out at the moment. The ref asks and I shake my head just a little bit making my hair shimmer. "No! She says no! Wrestle!" I wish I could.

Joanie!!! screaming from my seat enjoying this great fight...

I settle in with the camel clutch applied and I feel great! Should I try to submit her in this? Should I continue to use it as is to break her down? I love to pin and I think Kat needs a proper pinning TBH. There is plenty of time on the clock and the crowd has gotten into us so the entertainer in me is kicking in but I have to be smart - I know the youngster's reputation for turning a match on a dime so for now, I continue to work. My arms push my girls together and up, I toss my head back to clear the hair from my face and I lean back, arching her back to bring plenty of misery and hope sapping pain but not enough for her to scream out a submission. Being in control is good! 

Joanie is almost like a statue sitting on my back. She doesn't relax, she doesn't make it worse, she just sits there, arching my neck and back, holding me in this miserable position. She's up to something but I have no idea what exactly. I mean, I know she is setting me up but for what? The crowd is at a steady level of pandemonium, most now after her to pour it on. Jerks! The ref stays close, watching me, looking into my eyes which must be pleading by now. How long is she going to hold me here? It's been well over a minute yet she is rock solid. I can see her big legs on either side of me which stay firmly in place. Her hands are clasped like iron around my chin. Breathing is tough and for the first time in a match, I feel the fade. I could submit. Maybe I should submit . . .

Time ticks off the clock as I patiently wait for Kat's back to fall into a sore, stiff, debilitated state. I've done it before and it's been done to me and while she may recover in short order after I release her, it will set her up for more. Sensing some impatience from the fans, I open my hands and allow her pretty head to drop, hanging by her arms across my legs. I shove them off and her perky girls hit the mat. I palm her upper back and push up, feeling a lil stiff after being in the same position for a while but she doesn't even stir. To add insult to injury, I place my right foot on her lumbar region and step up onto her, balancing there for a few seconds, listening to her agonizing screams before stepping off and considering what's next.

When the vindictive bitch finally lets go, revenge crosses my mind. It may not happen in this match but there will be a second and it will go very differently. I lay out on the canvas and then "Holy Fu*ck"! The fat ass steps up onto my back, adding insult to injury. She's crossing into territory she will regret. The back of my right hand goes to my lower back and I just don't want to move except to breathe. My legs seem pretty worthless at this point, that clutch really messing me up. I lift my head to see the ropes so far away and I know I am in deep trouble now, victim to whatever the big grappler wishes to do. I hope she has some respect and self control.

I rise and walk around Kat's body contemplating what's next but I can't wait long. I decide on something a little bigger now, figuring she is not going to be able to deny my efforts. I stop at her head and take it in both hands, wary of retaliation but there is none. I get her to her knees and still nothing. Her arms look pretty weak, obviously her back affecting her entire body. I continue to pull her up, getting her to her feet but tucking her head under my left arm in a front facelock. I give her head and neck a good squeeze, then slip my fingers into the left leg opening of her suit, bend my legs and pull. I jerk her up off the canvas, get her up and tumble back, easily delivering a big suplex! The boards boom and the crowd cheers and Kat groans. The ref looks on carefully and I assure her it's almost over. She nods.

On the canvas, face down, content to lie there and moan quietly, when Joanie decides to continue. She takes my head and pulls up and I look into her big legs and belly. There is a great target there but my arms are useless. I palm her thighs and up I go. Against my will? I don't know, I really don't. I'm up anyway but the front face lock is so controlling, so dominating, I am simply along for the ride and then the ride gets scary. With seemingly no effort, the buxom older woman gets me up by my suit, flips me head down and then crashing to the boards we go. "BOOMMM!" My back smacks the canvas and it arches, my eyes slammed shut, the pain all coming out through my mouth. A big cheer goes up and there I lie, back settling, noises coming from me I have never heard previously. For the first time ever, I feel fear in the ring. I am unable to mount any offense or defense for that matter and the former champ seems to want to show what made her great for all those years at my expense.

The suplex is a picture of perfect execution. Not only did it appear to hurt my opponent but my landing was particularly unimpactful to my older body. Win, win! The reaction from the crowd seems to imply they want more and who am I to deny them? So to my feet I rumble, move to Kat's head again and by it, roll her over to her front. I go through the same sequence, getting her to her feet with even less sign of any pushback. This time though, I get her completely up because it's body slam time. I scoop her up, her body feeling pretty limp, balance her across my chest, adjusting my grip and then lift and toss her down to the canvas, flat to her back. MMMMMM! This is fun! My own big curves bounce as I work and I adjust the straps of my suit so as to not put on another type of show!

I have never submitted a match but here I am, not even in a submission hold and I am thinking about quitting. I am taking an actual pounding, dominated by someone who has almost a hundred pounds on me and knows how to use it. I am finished. I know it, Joanie knows it and she knows that I know it, so she continues, methodically punishing me for her own fun and the entertainment of those present. The suplex and now a HUGE body slam has me as flat as a pancake in the middle of the ring. Looking up into the hot ring lights, broken physically and maybe mentally too. I glance around to see Joanie towering over me almost smiling. Shit!

I see Kat fighting this amazing fight against a very tough rival and I start yelling louder louder; "let's go Kat, Let's go Kat, Let's go Kat!!" And I look around bouncing my massive breasts up and down, come on people, get your votes in!!

This is a wonderful match, and although Joanie does have the experience, Kat is showing she's no slouch either and is giving her a great battle. GO KAT!!!
Sorry Big Momma, I just had to cast my vote her way.  Hmmmm, maybe you're getting a little over the hill  :P
I haven't seen you make an appearance in my Texas ring yet  ;D

Quote from: ~Sophie~ on April 16, 2023, 05:54:16 PM
This is a wonderful match, and although Joanie does have the experience, Kat is showing she's no slouch either and is giving her a great battle. GO KAT!!!
Sorry Big Momma, I just had to cast my vote her way.  Hmmmm, maybe you're getting a little over the hill  :P
I haven't seen you make an appearance in my Texas ring yet  ;D

Really?  Really?? You're going to get yours traitor!

Yes, I am smiling. Seeing Kat's gorgeousness flattened to the mat is a delightful sight. But who is this massively busty girl in the front row trying to cheer Kat on? Can't she see this one is over?? Maybe she will be my next victim. I return my attention to the match at hand and decide to ratchet the impact up some more. Just like last time, except with an even softer opponent, I scoop her up, balance her across my chest but this time I go with her in a power slam. There is a huge collective groan from the crowd and the ref is down and counting in a flash. She's at two before I know it and I have to act quickly to get off my sexy opponent and break the pin. "Hey ref - we're in no hurry here are we?" I get booed roundly but so what? And there is that huge breasted girl again, now leaning on the apron, begging Kat to get up. Her breasts rest on the edge of the ring, so I take a lil stroll over to her to say a few words. I am against the ropes jawing with her when I lift my right foot and aim a stomp for those M or N or O cups - whatever they are!

Seeing my girl Kat still fighting on even though she been in some terrible positions, she hasn't given up, as I continue to chant, "LETS GO KAT, LETS GO KAT!" and then as I am leaning on the apron of the ring, This Big Momma comes over, and we begin to have a war of words, and reacting just in the nick of time, I quickly reach under the bottom rope and with both hands and all my strength I yank at Big Mommas left ankle hoping to trip her down before the Refs sees!!

The big busty sees my stomp coming and grabs my ankle. I have the ropes in my grasp so I am not going anywhere but I do need to get free and stay focused on Kat. That's when a feisty cowgirl steps up to Miss Busty and confronts her. Oh, this is getting better by the minute! I shake my foot free and move back from the ropes, ready to go from competitor to spectator if these two really go at it.

This one is starting to get out of hand in a couple ways but it is entertaining!

Omfg I walk to the concession stand for a second thinking that Joanie has this fight in hand and I come back seeing that fucking bitch Abby going at it with Joanie and I also see that my girl Belle has stepped up, as I wait to see if anything comes about Bella and that bitch Abby, I yell out........"Let's go Joanie, Let's go Joanie!.....finish this match in rare fashion!!"

In the poll match Joanie and I had years ago, she got off to a great start and simply took me apart. Reading through this one, she started much the same but it appears some think Kat has a comeback in her. We'll see - Kat is pretty roughed up.

I can't believe Sophie said that !!! A little over the Hill ?? You focus on the match BMJ, I'll keep an eye on Sophie for ya ...  ;)

Standing up and throwing my huge bucket of popcorn out over towards that bitch Abby and the ring in frustration, as I start screaming out........"Joanie!.....Joanieeee!!......Jooannnieee!!".........glaring around at the many in attendance that are here cheering for Kat!

Go Joanie... Goooo Joanie!!!!!!

I see and feel popcorn flying everywhere and I look around to see what bitch threw it, and I see it was that dumb cxnt Carolina, and her and that bitch Marlu are cheering for Joanie more and more! As I start my , " LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT!"  As I start to work my over to where those two BITCHES are!!

Quote from: BustyAbbyfights on April 17, 2023, 12:36:30 PM
I see and feel popcorn flying everywhere and I look around to see what bitch threw it, and I see it was that dumb cxnt Carolina, and her and that bitch Marlu are cheering for Joanie more and more! As I start my , " LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT!"  As I start to work my over to where those two BITCHES are!!

I grab abby by the arm and pull her back. "There will be a time for that but its not now" I say as i pull her back more and tell her watch the fight with me. "Finsh this bitch KAT" I scream and then plant a kiss on Abbys cheek with a smile.

Quote from: Jennyfighter on April 17, 2023, 08:54:17 PM

Quote from: BustyAbbyfights on April 17, 2023, 12:36:30 PM
I see and feel popcorn flying everywhere and I look around to see what bitch threw it, and I see it was that dumb cxnt Carolina, and her and that bitch Marlu are cheering for Joanie more and more! As I start my , " LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT LETS GO KAT!"  As I start to work my over to where those two BITCHES are!!

I grab abby by the arm and pull her back. "There will be a time for that but its not now" I say as i pull her back more and tell her watch the fight with me. "Finsh this bitch KAT" I scream and then plant a kiss on Abbys cheek with a smile.

As the chaos in and outside of the ring continues, I get more and more angry, that is until I feel a firm yet gentle grasp on my arm and I hear my amazing and busty beautiful friend Jenny talking to me and holding me from losing my cool, and then I feel her kiss and realize, yes, now is not the time, and that cxnt will get hers, and Jenny and continue to cheer for Kat, "Lets GO Kat! Let's GO Kat!!"

I push Jenny trying to open up a position to encourage Joanie, while I grab Carolina by the waist while continuing to encourage Joanie... come on Joanie, you can beat Kat!!

Quote from: marlu Queen on April 17, 2023, 11:26:12 PM
I push Jenny trying to open up a position to encourage Joanie, while I grab Carolina by the waist while continuing to encourage Joanie... come on Joanie, you can beat Kat!!

Glaring hatred at that BITCH Abby as I start heading her way as she heads my way, but then I feel someone grab my waist and I hear my great and amazing friend Marlu talking in my ear, and I think to myself how much she is right, we are here to support our amazing friend who is still fighting!! "COME ON MOMMA JOANIE!! COME ON MOMMA JOANIE! YOU GOT THIS, FINISH HER, FINISH THAT BITCH JOANIE!!"

Joanie continues her assault with a power slam! A power slam? Now?? I lie there with the heavyweight across my body waiting for the count, knowing it's over but in a, well, I'm not sure what to call it but an absolutely miraculous turn of events, the weight lifts off my body and moves away. I lie there, flat, finished, done. But seconds begin to pass and I sense a commotion. Yeah, the crowd is going crazy but I hear three or four female voices. It's mayhem! I roll my head toward the noise and I see Joanie at the ropes and at least three women, maybe four or five, all at the apron. They are scuffling and one has Joanie's ankle. This is beyond comprehension, but it is the opening I need, if . . . IF I can move. At all. I roll to my right side for a better look and no one seems to notice me - a new experience for sure. I push up to hands and knees, then just knees and force myself to stand. I take a breath and still, I am unnoticed, so I take another and know I need something very big. With Joanie distracted and her back wide open, the ref trying to restore order, I move in behind the big woman and with thumbs stiffened, open my arms wide and put all I have into jamming my rigid digits into her kidneys. Before anyone important realizes anything is happening, I do it again, watching Joanie's previously untouched body fold like she has been shot. She collapses against the ropes screaming and the ref figures out something is up so she admonishes me and forces me to move back. I take a couple steps to make her happy but go right back with a double kidney claw. If the ref didn't have a herd of unruly cats at ringside I wouldn't be getting away with this but I have the claw in place for several seconds before she begins to count. At 4.99 I jerk my hands out of those well padded organs but go right back to the hold when the ref resumes trying to break up the melee out on the floor.

I roar my approval each time Kat attacks Joanie, and now is see that the control and tempo is slowly turning!! "Get her to the canvas and finish her off Kat!!"

Watching as the clock ticks down to the end, as I yell out to the amazing Momma Joanie...."COME, LETS GO JOANIE, LETS GO JOANIE!" and as I hear that bitch Abby yelling over on her side of the arena, I jump up and head over that way quickly!!

I leave Kat flattened to jaw with the super busty at the apron and before I know it, there's a crowd. I attempt a breast stomp but she gets ahold of my ankle and ties me up. Then it's two, three, five women out on the floor about to ignite into a brawl. I get caught up in the fun watching them jostle with each other and I lose track of time and Kat. The first set of thumbs hurts of course but the surprise seems to dull the pain as I don't realize what's happening. Did one of the women outside, get into the ring and interfere? The pain then sets in and a repeat attack stops my breathing. I clutch the ropes bending them under my weight but no one in the group outside has yet realized what's happening. Then successive claw holds have me in huge trouble. My mouth opens widely but no air enters my lungs. I can't speak and even though the ref is within a couple feet of me to my left, I cannot get her attention. Kat continues damaging me with paralyzing pain that renders me helpless. I reach over and slap the ref's arm and finally she counts Kat again who obligingly breaks the hold but it's too late - I am suffering. The pain is incredible and it just won't fade. The women on the floor disperse and the ref turns her attention back to the match but all I can do is hang on to the top rope, suffocating from the inability to breathe. The crowd seems stunned but not as stunned as I am!

What the ???????????

I go to the ref yelling... that bitch Abby grabbed Joanie's ankle... she cheated!!! while my friend Carolina begins to push Abby around the outside of the ring

C'mon Kat!  Take your chance!  Finish her!

Quote from: marlu Queen on April 19, 2023, 06:34:07 AM
I go to the ref yelling... that bitch Abby grabbed Joanie's ankle... she cheated!!! while my friend Carolina begins to push Abby around the outside of the ring

That cxnt Carolina comes at me and shoves me, and I return the favor and shove that cxnt right back! As that bitch Marlu is bitching at the ref, and all I'm hoping for is Kat can finish Joanie off!!

"Count her ref, she's in the ropes! She can't hang there all day!!" The ref looks like she wants to flip me off for telling her how to do her job, but does go over to Joanie. I can't hear what she says but first the big woman's head shakes and then it nods. The lady in stripes yells, "Wrestle!" and I am mostly ready to do that. Keep in mind, I have taken a beating. It's only my youth and attitude that have me in this but now I have to figure out how to finish my opponent. I start toward the heavyweight but the ref interrupts me and counts - very slowly - too slowly - giving her time to recover. I am poised and ready though, just a few steps away, waiting for my opportunity. The count rises, getting to seven, eight and then Joanie turns to face me. Now I don't wait. I take two quick steps and leap, aiming my feet for her chest and chin. Honestly, I don't know if I can get my legs up, I don't know how fast I actually am and I don't know how much I can bring. It's looking good but the next minute or two will tell the tale.

The pain in my kidneys is crippling and simply will not subside, yet I must continue. I pull my weight off the ropes and turn, only to see Kat streaking toward me, feet rising and "HUHHHHH!!" I take her bare soles in the chest and belly which drives me back into the ropes. The tight strands dig into my back and then launch me forward, my legs unable to keep up. They tangle and crashing to the canvas face first I go. I really don't want to get up. I am down for a few seconds trying to talk myself into moving but my brain is not very convincing. I palm the canvas and begin to push but it hurts! I let out a lil groan and continue to try to rise.

I land the drop kick and it feels so right! I land facing away from Big Momma but know I have to get up and stay on her quickly so I push up to my feet and turn to see her flat on her face and struggling. I could go for the pin but I am not sure at all that will be successful and failure could let her back in to this one, so I decide on more pain. I move to Joanie's right side and as she attempts to get up, I aim my right elbow and drop, going again for her lower back and kidney area. I hear she never submits and as big and strong as she is I am not sure I can actually wear her down - she has worked me pretty well already so pain it is. I need to break her will.

I am just starting to rise when an elbow drop flattens me again. This one hammers my lumbar, the pain flowing up and down my spine. My forehead sinks to the mat, my hair covering my face as I groan, struggling to breathe. Kat lies there across me as if to tease and taunt me without uttering a word. I reach back with my right hand hoping to grab her hair or something but cannot get any kind of a grasp. I feel her move around on me and I know she's up to no good but what? Pushing up or escaping is an impossible dream and ropes are far from within reach. This could be trouble.

Joanie isn't putting up much of a fight. She's face down and I am on top on her back, in control. In control? Maybe! I had better not bee too confident. I find myself in a perfect position though for some payback. Joanie is a very big woman but if I can get her in a camel clutch, that would be a show stopper. I move around and sit on her lower back, jerk her arms up over my knees and cup her chin. I press my feet into the canvas and pull back, finding that getting her upper body up is as big a chore as I suspected. But I turn on the determination and with a several second effort, I arch her back and get then hold applied seemingly pretty well. I see the ref get down immediately and check on my hefty opponent but no signal. "Come on Joanie, say it! Say the word and it's all over!" Still, nothing from the ref. Damn!!

In a flash Kat has me in the same clutch I had her in earlier. Payback I suppose. She isn't strong enough to really bend me but my kidneys are still ablaze and I'm still feeling that elbow drop to my lower back so am I some distress? Hell, yeah! She can only get me so far and then stops. Still, it hurts, but it's hardly a submission hold. My old back isn't going to like being in this very long though, but what can I do? My girls spill into the open neckline of my suit, giving the folks in front of me a good look. Someone yells for Kat to finish me and that angers me but I am in no position to act upon my anger. Instead, I focus on breathing, trying to gather myself and get ready for when she does let me loose, hoping I can muster one last defining attack.

Taking a page out of Joanie's book, I get the clutch to a point and hold it. After all, I cannot deepen the arch in her neck and back but at her age, every second I have here her is damaging. There is plenty of time remaining and looking at the ref's expression, Big Momma is not going to submit so I am content to continue wearing on her back. There are some restless fans though, calling for me to finish. "If you think it's so easy, get your ass in here and do it!" runs through my mind. I give Joanie's head one last tug and release the hold, allowing her to settle to her face again. I rise and drop and do that a few times, continuing to punish her lower back, thinking she will have a hard time batting through such pain. Finally I stand and step off her, realizing just how tired I am. This is a lot of woman to handle!

Finally Kat let's go of the nasty hold but bounces on my back several times adding insult to injury. When she steps away I get up - well I try, but my back is pretty well locked. I look up toward the ropes in front of me but I have a great distance to go to make them. On my elbows, I slide myself along the mat, inching toward a break. The noise level begins to rise, many sensing the end is near. If I get to my feet, I have no idea what my back is going to do but I'm not very hopeful, quite honestly. Closer to the ropes I get but still a good distance, wondering what the tattooed tart is up to. Getting closer!

I watch as Joanie slides her big body across the canvas. She is so slow - far slower than usual and her legs just drag behind her, providing no help in getting her big body to the ropes. Her legs . . . her legs . . . I know she almost never submits, but what about a sharpshooter? Hmmmmm . . . probably not - she's too heavy and I'm too tired. What else? A second of additional thought brings an idea to mind. "Where are you going big girl? Come here Momma!" I reach down and grab my opponent's ankles and drag her back to the middle of the ring. I cross her legs at the ankles, step through them with my right foot facing away from her head and arch my back and drop, using the Indian Death Lock. To really make it count, I find her head and wrap my arms around her chin, pulling the best I can in an awkward position. Still, despite her size and toughness, I think this could be effective. Will she submit though? We should know shortly!

My heart sinks as the ropes become more distant. My legs are almost useless at the moment, the work to my lower back proving to be problematic. I have nothing with which to fight back, flat on my belly, my lower body useless. Kat twists my legs up and while I know this is going to hurt, I never expected such a classic move. When she drops back torturing my legs I scream and consider submitting. I hold out for about two seconds when she gets my chin and pulls on my head. I let out a blood curdling scream and manage to think about my situation but realize there is no escape. Even if she let me out of this immediately, my back is wrecked and my legs are felling broken. I latch my hands onto hers with no positive results, so I slap the canvas repeatedly with my right hand, tapping out. The ref calls for the bell without pause and it sounds. Kat releases me immediately, not extending the torture. The ref helps get us untangled, my head dropping but my legs still folded across my butt, unwilling to straighten. Some time passes yet I am unable to move. I lift my head and see everyone on their feet cheering. This was a classic "one that got away" match and I realize, age has caught up with me whether I like it or not.

I get the basic hold locked in but no submission. I control her head and still no submission. When her hands start tugging at mine, I wonder if she is going to endure this. I cannot imagine being in such a hold and even thinking about submitting - it would happen in a flash. But several seconds go by before the bell rings and the ref barks at me that it's over. Gawd this woman is tough! What must she have been like ten or fifteen years ago? We separate with the help of the ref and to my feet I go, arms raised. I am announced the winner, my excitement barely containable. I parade around the ring to a standing O, absolutely thrilled. But when I see the giant grappler still face down and legs folded, I cannot hep but feel compassion. I go to her legs and gently lay them on the mat, then whisper in her left ear, "I'm here to help. Ready to get up?"

"I . . . I don't know." Honestly, I don't. But then I nod my head and the gracious Kat takes her time, leading me to my feet. On wobbly legs and with a numb back, Kat raises my left arm gently as if I were the winner. A very polite cheer goes up and then Kat leads me to the ropes and assists me out of the ring. We head up the aisle gingerly, neither saying a word until about halfway, when Kat states quite profoundly, "I could really use a tag partner Momma." Through the pain and agony, I smile. "I might be available." And that was the end of the conversation. Kat saw me to my dressing room and disappeared. I plopped into the chair and took a good long look at myself. Tag team wrestling could possibly extend my career. Maybe.

Thank you to all who voted and commented! This was a lot of fun despite losing. Don't think for a minute Kat that I don't want a rematch!

Wow, im speechless to you both, what an amazing show you both put on! Congratulations to you both! Great job Kat, great job Joanie

Quote from: BigMommaJoanie on April 22, 2023, 05:38:13 PM
Thank you to all who voted and commented! This was a lot of fun despite losing. Don't think for a minute Kat that I don't want a rematch!

Yes! My first poll match and I never thought it would go the way it did. Thanks everyone!