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(This fictional story is based in a world where professional wrestling is 100% real and non-scripted, the fights are treated as seriously as say a boxing fight or any other competitive combat sport. I'm not the most knowledgeable on pro-wrestling so apologies to any fans of it if I get any of the technical terms and move names wrong. Enjoy!)
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"- and weighing in at 128lbs, she is the World Women's Wrestling Champion... Sammy Bunns!!"
The ring announcer declared with an enthusiastic passion. The crowd cheered as I popped out from behind the curtain onto the stage.
I was pumped up with adrenalin. Seeing the thousands of fans in attendance always gave me chills.
I made my way to the ring in my hot pink coloured wrestling attire which consisted of a tiny lycra tank top, long pink wrestling tights,
and white wrestling boots that came up to just below my knees. I also had on some pink elbow pads and white tape around my hands.
I had worked and fought so hard to get to being the champion.
My platinum gold title belt around my waist made me feel immensely proud of my achievements,
but it would all be for nothing if I should lose against my opponent in this title match.
I got into the ring, stepping through the bottom rope, and climbed up onto the turnbuckle, raising my hands to my cheering fans.
This was my first title defence, so I was feeling both nervous and anxious to face off against my opponent.
My entrance music suddenly stopped,and the lights went dark.
There was a chill in the air as everyone,myself included, awaited for my opponent's music to begin.
*BANG BANG BANG!!!*
A series of fireworks suddenly erupted by the stage, and the ominous bass-heavy music began to play.
The crowd brayed, a mixture of boos and cheers was the chorus of the arena.
My opponent suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, out onto the stage.
"And her opponent, hailing from Cameron, North Carolina. Standing at a height of 6ft 4ins, and weighing in at 252lbs.
She is the undefeated self-proclaimed, "Queen of the South", Big "Boom Boom" Bertha!"
The ring announcer introduced her in his baritone voice.
I gulped at the sight of Bertha. She looked huge!
So big and strong. I knew I was the underdog, despite being the champion.
My large red-haired opponent was wearing a simple black vest underneath some jeans overalls,
which had the legs to it cut off so as to look like hot pants covering her large rotund enormous backside.
Her attire was very basic, she didn't even wear any shoes or boots.
She slowly made her way the ring, I was sure I could hear thuds echoing from underneath her footsteps.
She grabbed the top rope from the apron floor, and pulled herself up, and then stepped over the top rope into the ring.
I nervously gulped once more as I stared at her. She walked right over to me, my face only just about came up to her large belly,
which she tauntingly bumped into me, sending me stumbling backwards a couple of feet.
"Hope y'all ready to hand that purty lil' title of yours to me!"
She sneered with a grin.
I steeled my courage, and grimaced at her.
The referee, Ms Lara, jumped between us in her black and white striped vest top and black hot pants,
and instructed us to go to the opposite corners of the ring. I backed away, not taking my eyes off the huge behemoth of a woman.
Ms Lara then walked over to me, and I handed her my title belt. She then lifted it up to show the crowd,
before walking over to Bertha, and showed it to her. Bertha just grinned, so full of confidence, like as if it was hers already.
"Are you ready? Are you ready?"
Ms Lara, the beautiful long blonde-haired referee asked both me and Bertha.
We both nodded, and she called for the bell to be rung.
*Ding ding ding!*
I skipped around the ring, circling around Bertha, trying to decide my best approach to attack the giantess.
She just watched me, not taking her eyes off me, looking at me as though I am just a mere fly buzzing around her.
I spotted my opening, and lunged in with the most hardest sweeping kick to her large calf that my leg could muster.
She just swatted me away with a hearty chuckle.
I didn't even tickle her!
"That all y'all got, missy?"
She chuckled.
I turned around, ran to the ropes and bounced off them for leverage as I came in for a diving lariat clothesline.
I jumped and threw my arm out against her neck.
I bounced off of her, and she barely moved an inch.
She laughed again, clearly unfazed by my attack.
"Why don't y'all just lie down for me, I'll make it easy for y'all?"
She asked in a derisive tone.
"Never."
I replied, determined not to lose my title.
"Good. I was hoping to have fun with y'all skinny hide tonight!"
She beamed with a big threatening grin.
I quickly jumped up to the top of the turnbuckle, she just calmly walked over towards me,
waiting for me to leap off of it.
I jumped off for a cross body, and hit her large buxom chest with my body.
"Oof!
I groaned as the air was knocked right out of my lungs.
I felt her large hand under my neck, and her other hand squeezing my crotch.
Uh oh, she had caught me!
She was now carrying me like I was a piece of small timber in her strong thick arms.
I tried to get free, but she held on tight as she walked around the ring in a circle with me.
Toying with me.
"Put me down!"
I yelled at her.
"If that's what y'all want."
She replied, before she suddenly slammed me down hard onto the ring canvas with her landing her whole big stomach and breasts on top of me in a powerslam. If the air wasn't already knocked out of my body, it sure as hell was now!
I was struggling to breathe as her large frame was squashing me.
It was like having a hippo laying flat on top of me.
Ms Lara threw herself to the floor and began hitting the mat with her hand.
"One! Two!"
Bertha suddenly lifted my arm up, f0rcing Lara to break the pin count.
I was really struggling for air, as Bertha threw one of her big thick tree-trunk like thighs over my body and shifted her bum over
and sat full-weight down on me. Once again, I felt my the air f0rced out of my body. I silently gasped.
Her fat ass was so big, that my whole stomach, waist and most of my thighs had disappeared completely from anybody's view underneath her cut-off overalls that covered her huge beach-ball like derrière.
I threw a slap towards her rosy-cheeked face, but she just grabbed my wrist before I could connect.
She was so mightily strong that even though I tried to resist, she just, with the utmost of ease, pinned my arm down above my head.
Before I could even move my other arm, she grabbed my other wrist and pinned that arm down above my head as well.
Ms Lara once again started counting the pin.
"One! Two!"
She called and once again, Bertha lifted my arm up for me, breaking the pin count.
That's twice now she could have easily won the match, but she was making sure she was going to have all the fun she wants with me,
and there was nothing I could do to stop it!
She did that a few times, pinning my arms flat down on the mat, and every time Lara's hand was about to hit for the 3-count,
she'd lift my arm up and break up the pin fall. Laughing with sick glee as she did.
The crowd was jeering, but she didn't care.
"Bunns! Bunns! Bunns!"
A chant had begun in the arena.
My fans were getting behind me, trying to pull me through.
This annoyed Bertha.
She sat up onto her knees, taking all of her weight off of me,
allowing for a small gap between my body and her massive denim-covered ass cheeks.
She then roughly threw my arms to the side, pushing me to roll-over onto my stomach.
She then sat back down, with her weight bearing down, her thick buttocks pressed firmly against my own,
as well as on my lower back and thighs.
That was painful enough as it was, but she then lifted my arms back, lifting my upper body backwards too,
bending me at an awkward angle.
"Arrggghhh!!"
I groaned aloud in pain.
"Look at these silly varmints cheering for y'all, look at your fans!"
Bertha sneered disdainfully.
I could barely hold my eyes open to see the sea of faces in the crowd, watching intently.
She then lifted her knees up, and tucked them in underneath my arms,
so that she was now squatting her butt right down onto my lower back.
She let go of my wrists, so my arms were now hugging her really large thighs,
and placed the sweaty thick doughy palms of her hands onto my face.
She covered my mouth with them so all my screams and groans of pain were muffled.
I could taste the salty taste of the sweat from her hands on my lips and tongue.
She kept the camel clutch applied for what felt like ages. I so desperately wanted to tap out, to stop the pain,
but my arms were stopped by her thighs from hitting the mat, and my voice was muffled by her hands.
Ms Lara just knelt in front of me, asking me if I give up, but all she could hear from me was my muffles of pain.
She had no idea that I was trying to tap out.
I knew she could stop the pain right away, but I had no way of telling her that I quit.
The whole time, Bertha just grinned in evil delight from causing me so much pain.
When she got bored of bending my back to almost breaking point,
she dropped her knees down, making my body fall, hitting my face into the mat.
Before I knew it, she had suddenly turned around and sat on me, facing towards my feet.
I tried to crawl froward, to get out from under her but she just grabbed my ankles, and began to lift my legs up.
"Oh no, not the Boston Crab!"
I thought in a panic.
She lifted my legs right up, bending them over.
I was about ready to tap out there and then before she applied further pressure, but she started to move her bum up my body.
Just as I was about to tap, my whole sight had turned to black.
It was like I had a very heavy duvet cover thrown over my head.
I could no longer see anything, and all I could hear was the really muffled sound of the crowd cheering, jeering, and chanting.
It took me a moment to realise it, but the reason my whole world had turned to dark,
was because Bertha was sitting her ass right on my head!
That's when the pain began to creep in, it felt like my skull was going to pop underneath her.
My head was aching from the crushing weight, and my lower back felt like it was being wrung out to dry as it bent awkwardly
I could feel the hot warmth from Bertha's armpits on my shins as she had her arms hooked around my ankles/calves,
pulling and holding my legs right back. If it wasn't for her large body being in the way, the soles of my feet would be touching my head!
It was so painful, and I started to tap the mat loads in a panic.
I was giving up, but why wasn't Lara stopping the match?
I've tapped a hundred times now in less than a minute,
but still Bertha was sat on me, almost cracking my spine in the excruciating pain of the submission hold!
"Please! I give up! I give up! Lara stop the match! Please!!"
I was begging in fear and pain, but nothing was changing
and my voice was muffled almost to silence from the thick cushion of Bertha's thick heavy crushing buttocks.
I couldn't tell from my point of the view,
but the reason Lara wasn't doing anything to stop Bertha was because she wasn't looking at my hands.
At some point during the hold, just before I started to tap out, Bertha had called Lara over to her side and has been distracting her,
stopping her the whole time from seeing my hands hitting the mat.
Just as Lara had had enough of Bertha's distractions and moved around towards my head, Bertha let go off me and stood up.
I groaned, almost to the point of crying, and awkwardly crawled towards the ropes.
Bertha was just taunting and show boating to the crowd.
She was swaying her hips and then did the most stiffest of twerks ever against the ring ropes, much to the amusement of the crowd.
I was in so much pain, my body was aching, especially my waist, hips and lower back.
I grabbed at the ropes and had to use all my strength to lift myself up onto my feet.
I decided I just had to get out of the ring, to get as much distance between myself and Bertha.
I turned my back on her, and started to crawl through the gap between the middle and lower rope.
I suddenly felt large sweaty hands on my head, grabbing my blonde hair.
"Leavin' so soon, chickie-pie?"
Bertha mocked in her southern drawl.
"Oh nooo..."
I groaned dejectedly as she pulled me back into the ring by my hair.
She threw me down hard onto the canvas, and lumbered over me, following me as I crawled over to the corner of the ring.
I grabbed the ropes as she grabbed my foot.
I turned over and, with my free foot, threw a kick at her.
She just moved back slightly, letting go off my foot and chuckled.
I backed up against the corner, with my arms resting on the lower ropes.
She walked right over to me, and stuck her dirty large flabby foot in my face.
She was pressing her smelly cheesy sweaty foot right against my mouth, with her thick toes sticking against my nose.
I tired to turn my head away, but my head was trapped between her foot and the lowest turnbuckle cushion.
She was pretty much suffocating me with her foot, so much so that I started to feel very light-headed.
Lara tried to jumped in between us, and started to count to 5.
"One! Two! Three! Break the hold or you'll be DQ'd! Four!"
She counted to Bertha, who, just before the count of 5, moved her foot away from my face.,
stopping herself from being disqualified.
I felt so dizzy now, and so light-headed and weak.
I didn't have the strength to move out from the bottom of the corner.
I was just slouched up against the bottom cushion, laying my back into it as I sat on my bum.
I looked up at Bertha who had the most sadistically playful grin on her face.
She looked to the crowd, and it suddenly dawned on me as to where I was, and what she had in mind.
She began slapping her bumcheeks in a slow rhythm, building up the tempo, faster and faster,
and the crowd was clapping their hands together along with her.
"Ass to face! Ass to face! Ass to face!"
She began cheering, and the crowd cheered along with her.
She stopped chanting, but the crowd didn't. They continued to chant that as Bertha began to move over towards me.
"Oh no! Please no!"
I gasped breathlessly and grabbed the middle ropes, trying my hardest to pull myself away.
I was too weak though, my arms felt like that weighed a thousand tons.
I just couldn't move away as my impending doom came closer and closer towards me.
I slowly shook my head as Bertha loomed over me, her big shadow covered my whole body.
She turned around, leaning over forward slightly.
"No! No! Please! No!"
I begged her, but my pleas fell onto deaf ears.
I tried to slip forward underneath her, but my escape path was obstructed by her large heavy tree-trunk legs.
I couldn't muster the strength at all to crawl out between the ropes,
I was stuck with no where to go, with no escape!
I watched helplessly as she placed her hand onto her large rump, and unbuttoned the denim flap that covered her bum.
The fabric dropped open, revealing her bare cheeks. It was staring at 2 very large, sweaty, flesh-coloured beach balls.
I noticed as well, to my horror, that she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear.
There was about to be nothing between my face and her deep naked butt crack!
"Pleeeeeaaasseee...!"
I gave out one last desperate plea, but I was met with a cruel giggle.
"Y'all ready to see Bertha's Boom Boom?!"
She cried out to the crowd.
Before I could even hear the crowd cheer "Yes!", she backed up that mighty big naked rump right into my face,
burying my whole face deep into her sweaty smelly hot crack.
My cries muffled against her rippling big heavily cushioned flesh.
My hands were hitting against her powerfully thick calves, but it only felt like flies swatting against her skin.
My legs were kicking like crazy, but she just wiggled, rubbed and grinded my face deeper and deeper into her ass crack.
It was pitch black, and so stinky in there!
Not to mention, so misty and sticky with sweat, and I daren't even imagine what else my face might have been rubbing on!
It seemed like my whole head was being engulfed between her massive cheeks.
I couldn't breathe at all, yet I sure could still smell!
My whole being was experiencing the most strongest muskiest, suffocatingly strongest smell of female ass ever!
I just knew, even long after this match ends, that I'm going to be smelling her scent for weeks clinging to my face!
I knew there wasn't going to be a bar of soap strong enough to eliminate the smell of her ass from off of my skin.
For what felt like the most longest time possible, she finally moved forward, separating her bum from my face.
I was gasping at air like a fish out of water.
Sucking in lungful after lungful of fresh air which seemed to remain heavily tainted by the smell of her butt.
Lara's face caught my attention, as she was looking at me with a disgusted grimace on her pretty face.
She was clearly thanking her lucky stars to be a ref, that she'll never have to endure a smelly torture like that.
As Bertha chuckled heartily to herself, she turned around, grabbed my flailing foot, and dragged me to the middle of the ring.
She stood over me, with her large feet pressing down by my sides, her butt facing right over my head as she faced my feet.
I looked up and recoiled in horror at the sight of her naked bum looking down at me,
knowing my face and nose had just been buried up in there!
The fresh memory of her smell almost slapped me in the face as I stared into the deep dark opening of her crack.
I still felt so weak, so powerless. I could only just lay there, accepting my doom as Bertha jumped up a few inches off the ground,
and crashed down on top of me, knocking what little wind was left in my lungs, out of me.
She was kneeling on her knees, with her naked bum pressing right down onto my chin and lips, pinning my entire body down to the mat.
Her crack was only an inch from my face, and the strong scent of her sweaty ass was wafting like a warm breeze into my nostrils.
Lara just looked on disgusted at the thought of being anywhere near Bertha's exposed ass, yet she had to get somewhere close to it as she sprawled onto the floor, making sure she can see roughly where my shoulders are underneath Bertha's enormous backside,
just in case by some miracle I should happen to raise my shoulders off of the mat.
No chance of that happening though...
"One. Two. Three...!"
She reluctantly counted the pin.
The crowd cheered their new champion.
She stayed sat on me as Lara took the title belt from the official at ringside, and presented it to Bertha.
"Get her off..."
I breathlessly gasped with my voice catching in my strained throat.
"Aww too bad y'all lost your title, here's a little one of Big Bertha's momentos for you to take home with y'all..."
Bertha taunted to me as she looked at me over her shoulder.
I felt her bum pushing, and suddenly -
*FFFTTTLLAAAARRRTT!!!*
She let out a big blast of gas right into my face!
It stunk so strongly, as the hot thick heavy air f0rced it's way into my nose.
I coughed and choked on it, as she laughed and then stood up off me, my title in her hands.
I could only crawl towards the ropes, still coughing and spluttering from her gas-attack.
I hugged my aching stomach and watched helplessly, humiliated as she celebrated with what was my title.
Seeing her hold it in her hands, the one thing I had worked and fought so hard for,
I couldn't help but to get emotional. She was cheering to the crowd, who cheered back at her,
raising the belt above her head before dr@ping it over her shoulder.
I managed to slip out of the ring, sliding underneath the ropes, and an official helped carry me off.
I looked back at Bertha, still in the ring celebrating, and knew that I'd never be able to best her.
She looked at me, and mockingly blew me a kiss.
I scowled my eyes at her, and she then turned around and bent over, mooning me as I left.
She went on to be the undefeated WWW Champion for the rest of her career. She was an unstoppable f0rce of nature,
and earned fame and fortune. As for me, I continued to train and fight hard, winning most of my matches, and losing a few matches too, but nothing compared to losing to Bertha in the way that I did.
Despite having some small success, I was never able to achieve the glory I once had when I won the title,
and every time I had to see Big Bertha with the title over her shoulder, my mind instantly reminded me of the feel of the crushing weight of her bumcheeks pressing into my face, the smell of her ass clinging to my nose, the stench of her fart wafting in my face and lungs,
and the bitter taste of defeat.
She would always have that over me, for the rest of my wrestling career...
The end.
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"- and weighing in at 128lbs, she is the World Women's Wrestling Champion... Sammy Bunns!!"
The ring announcer declared with an enthusiastic passion. The crowd cheered as I popped out from behind the curtain onto the stage.
I was pumped up with adrenalin. Seeing the thousands of fans in attendance always gave me chills.
I made my way to the ring in my hot pink coloured wrestling attire which consisted of a tiny lycra tank top, long pink wrestling tights,
and white wrestling boots that came up to just below my knees. I also had on some pink elbow pads and white tape around my hands.
I had worked and fought so hard to get to being the champion.
My platinum gold title belt around my waist made me feel immensely proud of my achievements,
but it would all be for nothing if I should lose against my opponent in this title match.
I got into the ring, stepping through the bottom rope, and climbed up onto the turnbuckle, raising my hands to my cheering fans.
This was my first title defence, so I was feeling both nervous and anxious to face off against my opponent.
My entrance music suddenly stopped,and the lights went dark.
There was a chill in the air as everyone,myself included, awaited for my opponent's music to begin.
*BANG BANG BANG!!!*
A series of fireworks suddenly erupted by the stage, and the ominous bass-heavy music began to play.
The crowd brayed, a mixture of boos and cheers was the chorus of the arena.
My opponent suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, out onto the stage.
"And her opponent, hailing from Cameron, North Carolina. Standing at a height of 6ft 4ins, and weighing in at 252lbs.
She is the undefeated self-proclaimed, "Queen of the South", Big "Boom Boom" Bertha!"
The ring announcer introduced her in his baritone voice.
I gulped at the sight of Bertha. She looked huge!
So big and strong. I knew I was the underdog, despite being the champion.
My large red-haired opponent was wearing a simple black vest underneath some jeans overalls,
which had the legs to it cut off so as to look like hot pants covering her large rotund enormous backside.
Her attire was very basic, she didn't even wear any shoes or boots.
She slowly made her way the ring, I was sure I could hear thuds echoing from underneath her footsteps.
She grabbed the top rope from the apron floor, and pulled herself up, and then stepped over the top rope into the ring.
I nervously gulped once more as I stared at her. She walked right over to me, my face only just about came up to her large belly,
which she tauntingly bumped into me, sending me stumbling backwards a couple of feet.
"Hope y'all ready to hand that purty lil' title of yours to me!"
She sneered with a grin.
I steeled my courage, and grimaced at her.
The referee, Ms Lara, jumped between us in her black and white striped vest top and black hot pants,
and instructed us to go to the opposite corners of the ring. I backed away, not taking my eyes off the huge behemoth of a woman.
Ms Lara then walked over to me, and I handed her my title belt. She then lifted it up to show the crowd,
before walking over to Bertha, and showed it to her. Bertha just grinned, so full of confidence, like as if it was hers already.
"Are you ready? Are you ready?"
Ms Lara, the beautiful long blonde-haired referee asked both me and Bertha.
We both nodded, and she called for the bell to be rung.
*Ding ding ding!*
I skipped around the ring, circling around Bertha, trying to decide my best approach to attack the giantess.
She just watched me, not taking her eyes off me, looking at me as though I am just a mere fly buzzing around her.
I spotted my opening, and lunged in with the most hardest sweeping kick to her large calf that my leg could muster.
She just swatted me away with a hearty chuckle.
I didn't even tickle her!
"That all y'all got, missy?"
She chuckled.
I turned around, ran to the ropes and bounced off them for leverage as I came in for a diving lariat clothesline.
I jumped and threw my arm out against her neck.
I bounced off of her, and she barely moved an inch.
She laughed again, clearly unfazed by my attack.
"Why don't y'all just lie down for me, I'll make it easy for y'all?"
She asked in a derisive tone.
"Never."
I replied, determined not to lose my title.
"Good. I was hoping to have fun with y'all skinny hide tonight!"
She beamed with a big threatening grin.
I quickly jumped up to the top of the turnbuckle, she just calmly walked over towards me,
waiting for me to leap off of it.
I jumped off for a cross body, and hit her large buxom chest with my body.
"Oof!
I groaned as the air was knocked right out of my lungs.
I felt her large hand under my neck, and her other hand squeezing my crotch.
Uh oh, she had caught me!
She was now carrying me like I was a piece of small timber in her strong thick arms.
I tried to get free, but she held on tight as she walked around the ring in a circle with me.
Toying with me.
"Put me down!"
I yelled at her.
"If that's what y'all want."
She replied, before she suddenly slammed me down hard onto the ring canvas with her landing her whole big stomach and breasts on top of me in a powerslam. If the air wasn't already knocked out of my body, it sure as hell was now!
I was struggling to breathe as her large frame was squashing me.
It was like having a hippo laying flat on top of me.
Ms Lara threw herself to the floor and began hitting the mat with her hand.
"One! Two!"
Bertha suddenly lifted my arm up, f0rcing Lara to break the pin count.
I was really struggling for air, as Bertha threw one of her big thick tree-trunk like thighs over my body and shifted her bum over
and sat full-weight down on me. Once again, I felt my the air f0rced out of my body. I silently gasped.
Her fat ass was so big, that my whole stomach, waist and most of my thighs had disappeared completely from anybody's view underneath her cut-off overalls that covered her huge beach-ball like derrière.
I threw a slap towards her rosy-cheeked face, but she just grabbed my wrist before I could connect.
She was so mightily strong that even though I tried to resist, she just, with the utmost of ease, pinned my arm down above my head.
Before I could even move my other arm, she grabbed my other wrist and pinned that arm down above my head as well.
Ms Lara once again started counting the pin.
"One! Two!"
She called and once again, Bertha lifted my arm up for me, breaking the pin count.
That's twice now she could have easily won the match, but she was making sure she was going to have all the fun she wants with me,
and there was nothing I could do to stop it!
She did that a few times, pinning my arms flat down on the mat, and every time Lara's hand was about to hit for the 3-count,
she'd lift my arm up and break up the pin fall. Laughing with sick glee as she did.
The crowd was jeering, but she didn't care.
"Bunns! Bunns! Bunns!"
A chant had begun in the arena.
My fans were getting behind me, trying to pull me through.
This annoyed Bertha.
She sat up onto her knees, taking all of her weight off of me,
allowing for a small gap between my body and her massive denim-covered ass cheeks.
She then roughly threw my arms to the side, pushing me to roll-over onto my stomach.
She then sat back down, with her weight bearing down, her thick buttocks pressed firmly against my own,
as well as on my lower back and thighs.
That was painful enough as it was, but she then lifted my arms back, lifting my upper body backwards too,
bending me at an awkward angle.
"Arrggghhh!!"
I groaned aloud in pain.
"Look at these silly varmints cheering for y'all, look at your fans!"
Bertha sneered disdainfully.
I could barely hold my eyes open to see the sea of faces in the crowd, watching intently.
She then lifted her knees up, and tucked them in underneath my arms,
so that she was now squatting her butt right down onto my lower back.
She let go of my wrists, so my arms were now hugging her really large thighs,
and placed the sweaty thick doughy palms of her hands onto my face.
She covered my mouth with them so all my screams and groans of pain were muffled.
I could taste the salty taste of the sweat from her hands on my lips and tongue.
She kept the camel clutch applied for what felt like ages. I so desperately wanted to tap out, to stop the pain,
but my arms were stopped by her thighs from hitting the mat, and my voice was muffled by her hands.
Ms Lara just knelt in front of me, asking me if I give up, but all she could hear from me was my muffles of pain.
She had no idea that I was trying to tap out.
I knew she could stop the pain right away, but I had no way of telling her that I quit.
The whole time, Bertha just grinned in evil delight from causing me so much pain.
When she got bored of bending my back to almost breaking point,
she dropped her knees down, making my body fall, hitting my face into the mat.
Before I knew it, she had suddenly turned around and sat on me, facing towards my feet.
I tried to crawl froward, to get out from under her but she just grabbed my ankles, and began to lift my legs up.
"Oh no, not the Boston Crab!"
I thought in a panic.
She lifted my legs right up, bending them over.
I was about ready to tap out there and then before she applied further pressure, but she started to move her bum up my body.
Just as I was about to tap, my whole sight had turned to black.
It was like I had a very heavy duvet cover thrown over my head.
I could no longer see anything, and all I could hear was the really muffled sound of the crowd cheering, jeering, and chanting.
It took me a moment to realise it, but the reason my whole world had turned to dark,
was because Bertha was sitting her ass right on my head!
That's when the pain began to creep in, it felt like my skull was going to pop underneath her.
My head was aching from the crushing weight, and my lower back felt like it was being wrung out to dry as it bent awkwardly
I could feel the hot warmth from Bertha's armpits on my shins as she had her arms hooked around my ankles/calves,
pulling and holding my legs right back. If it wasn't for her large body being in the way, the soles of my feet would be touching my head!
It was so painful, and I started to tap the mat loads in a panic.
I was giving up, but why wasn't Lara stopping the match?
I've tapped a hundred times now in less than a minute,
but still Bertha was sat on me, almost cracking my spine in the excruciating pain of the submission hold!
"Please! I give up! I give up! Lara stop the match! Please!!"
I was begging in fear and pain, but nothing was changing
and my voice was muffled almost to silence from the thick cushion of Bertha's thick heavy crushing buttocks.
I couldn't tell from my point of the view,
but the reason Lara wasn't doing anything to stop Bertha was because she wasn't looking at my hands.
At some point during the hold, just before I started to tap out, Bertha had called Lara over to her side and has been distracting her,
stopping her the whole time from seeing my hands hitting the mat.
Just as Lara had had enough of Bertha's distractions and moved around towards my head, Bertha let go off me and stood up.
I groaned, almost to the point of crying, and awkwardly crawled towards the ropes.
Bertha was just taunting and show boating to the crowd.
She was swaying her hips and then did the most stiffest of twerks ever against the ring ropes, much to the amusement of the crowd.
I was in so much pain, my body was aching, especially my waist, hips and lower back.
I grabbed at the ropes and had to use all my strength to lift myself up onto my feet.
I decided I just had to get out of the ring, to get as much distance between myself and Bertha.
I turned my back on her, and started to crawl through the gap between the middle and lower rope.
I suddenly felt large sweaty hands on my head, grabbing my blonde hair.
"Leavin' so soon, chickie-pie?"
Bertha mocked in her southern drawl.
"Oh nooo..."
I groaned dejectedly as she pulled me back into the ring by my hair.
She threw me down hard onto the canvas, and lumbered over me, following me as I crawled over to the corner of the ring.
I grabbed the ropes as she grabbed my foot.
I turned over and, with my free foot, threw a kick at her.
She just moved back slightly, letting go off my foot and chuckled.
I backed up against the corner, with my arms resting on the lower ropes.
She walked right over to me, and stuck her dirty large flabby foot in my face.
She was pressing her smelly cheesy sweaty foot right against my mouth, with her thick toes sticking against my nose.
I tired to turn my head away, but my head was trapped between her foot and the lowest turnbuckle cushion.
She was pretty much suffocating me with her foot, so much so that I started to feel very light-headed.
Lara tried to jumped in between us, and started to count to 5.
"One! Two! Three! Break the hold or you'll be DQ'd! Four!"
She counted to Bertha, who, just before the count of 5, moved her foot away from my face.,
stopping herself from being disqualified.
I felt so dizzy now, and so light-headed and weak.
I didn't have the strength to move out from the bottom of the corner.
I was just slouched up against the bottom cushion, laying my back into it as I sat on my bum.
I looked up at Bertha who had the most sadistically playful grin on her face.
She looked to the crowd, and it suddenly dawned on me as to where I was, and what she had in mind.
She began slapping her bumcheeks in a slow rhythm, building up the tempo, faster and faster,
and the crowd was clapping their hands together along with her.
"Ass to face! Ass to face! Ass to face!"
She began cheering, and the crowd cheered along with her.
She stopped chanting, but the crowd didn't. They continued to chant that as Bertha began to move over towards me.
"Oh no! Please no!"
I gasped breathlessly and grabbed the middle ropes, trying my hardest to pull myself away.
I was too weak though, my arms felt like that weighed a thousand tons.
I just couldn't move away as my impending doom came closer and closer towards me.
I slowly shook my head as Bertha loomed over me, her big shadow covered my whole body.
She turned around, leaning over forward slightly.
"No! No! Please! No!"
I begged her, but my pleas fell onto deaf ears.
I tried to slip forward underneath her, but my escape path was obstructed by her large heavy tree-trunk legs.
I couldn't muster the strength at all to crawl out between the ropes,
I was stuck with no where to go, with no escape!
I watched helplessly as she placed her hand onto her large rump, and unbuttoned the denim flap that covered her bum.
The fabric dropped open, revealing her bare cheeks. It was staring at 2 very large, sweaty, flesh-coloured beach balls.
I noticed as well, to my horror, that she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear.
There was about to be nothing between my face and her deep naked butt crack!
"Pleeeeeaaasseee...!"
I gave out one last desperate plea, but I was met with a cruel giggle.
"Y'all ready to see Bertha's Boom Boom?!"
She cried out to the crowd.
Before I could even hear the crowd cheer "Yes!", she backed up that mighty big naked rump right into my face,
burying my whole face deep into her sweaty smelly hot crack.
My cries muffled against her rippling big heavily cushioned flesh.
My hands were hitting against her powerfully thick calves, but it only felt like flies swatting against her skin.
My legs were kicking like crazy, but she just wiggled, rubbed and grinded my face deeper and deeper into her ass crack.
It was pitch black, and so stinky in there!
Not to mention, so misty and sticky with sweat, and I daren't even imagine what else my face might have been rubbing on!
It seemed like my whole head was being engulfed between her massive cheeks.
I couldn't breathe at all, yet I sure could still smell!
My whole being was experiencing the most strongest muskiest, suffocatingly strongest smell of female ass ever!
I just knew, even long after this match ends, that I'm going to be smelling her scent for weeks clinging to my face!
I knew there wasn't going to be a bar of soap strong enough to eliminate the smell of her ass from off of my skin.
For what felt like the most longest time possible, she finally moved forward, separating her bum from my face.
I was gasping at air like a fish out of water.
Sucking in lungful after lungful of fresh air which seemed to remain heavily tainted by the smell of her butt.
Lara's face caught my attention, as she was looking at me with a disgusted grimace on her pretty face.
She was clearly thanking her lucky stars to be a ref, that she'll never have to endure a smelly torture like that.
As Bertha chuckled heartily to herself, she turned around, grabbed my flailing foot, and dragged me to the middle of the ring.
She stood over me, with her large feet pressing down by my sides, her butt facing right over my head as she faced my feet.
I looked up and recoiled in horror at the sight of her naked bum looking down at me,
knowing my face and nose had just been buried up in there!
The fresh memory of her smell almost slapped me in the face as I stared into the deep dark opening of her crack.
I still felt so weak, so powerless. I could only just lay there, accepting my doom as Bertha jumped up a few inches off the ground,
and crashed down on top of me, knocking what little wind was left in my lungs, out of me.
She was kneeling on her knees, with her naked bum pressing right down onto my chin and lips, pinning my entire body down to the mat.
Her crack was only an inch from my face, and the strong scent of her sweaty ass was wafting like a warm breeze into my nostrils.
Lara just looked on disgusted at the thought of being anywhere near Bertha's exposed ass, yet she had to get somewhere close to it as she sprawled onto the floor, making sure she can see roughly where my shoulders are underneath Bertha's enormous backside,
just in case by some miracle I should happen to raise my shoulders off of the mat.
No chance of that happening though...
"One. Two. Three...!"
She reluctantly counted the pin.
The crowd cheered their new champion.
She stayed sat on me as Lara took the title belt from the official at ringside, and presented it to Bertha.
"Get her off..."
I breathlessly gasped with my voice catching in my strained throat.
"Aww too bad y'all lost your title, here's a little one of Big Bertha's momentos for you to take home with y'all..."
Bertha taunted to me as she looked at me over her shoulder.
I felt her bum pushing, and suddenly -
*FFFTTTLLAAAARRRTT!!!*
She let out a big blast of gas right into my face!
It stunk so strongly, as the hot thick heavy air f0rced it's way into my nose.
I coughed and choked on it, as she laughed and then stood up off me, my title in her hands.
I could only crawl towards the ropes, still coughing and spluttering from her gas-attack.
I hugged my aching stomach and watched helplessly, humiliated as she celebrated with what was my title.
Seeing her hold it in her hands, the one thing I had worked and fought so hard for,
I couldn't help but to get emotional. She was cheering to the crowd, who cheered back at her,
raising the belt above her head before dr@ping it over her shoulder.
I managed to slip out of the ring, sliding underneath the ropes, and an official helped carry me off.
I looked back at Bertha, still in the ring celebrating, and knew that I'd never be able to best her.
She looked at me, and mockingly blew me a kiss.
I scowled my eyes at her, and she then turned around and bent over, mooning me as I left.
She went on to be the undefeated WWW Champion for the rest of her career. She was an unstoppable f0rce of nature,
and earned fame and fortune. As for me, I continued to train and fight hard, winning most of my matches, and losing a few matches too, but nothing compared to losing to Bertha in the way that I did.
Despite having some small success, I was never able to achieve the glory I once had when I won the title,
and every time I had to see Big Bertha with the title over her shoulder, my mind instantly reminded me of the feel of the crushing weight of her bumcheeks pressing into my face, the smell of her ass clinging to my nose, the stench of her fart wafting in my face and lungs,
and the bitter taste of defeat.
She would always have that over me, for the rest of my wrestling career...
The end.
Lynne
- 02.07.2021
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