[BigMommaJoanie]

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.

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[KatFyte]

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!  :-)

[BigMommaJoanie]

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??

[KatFyte]

"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!

[BigMommaJoanie]

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.

[KatFyte]

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!!

[GabiGrabsYou]

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!

[BigMommaJoanie]

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!

[KatFyte]

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!

[Brandiprowstls]

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.

[BigMommaJoanie]

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.

[KatFyte]

"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!

[BigMommaJoanie]

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.

[KatFyte]

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. ;-)

[BigMommaJoanie]

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!