Here's another lil' thing. Wrote this one fairly quickly, so it might not be entirely up to par, but I like it. I may revisit this fight sometime, too...
Kim Kardashian vs. Ashley GrahamKim K was back in the mud pit, the very same mud pit she had fought and humiliated Taylor Swift in not even a week before, and this time around, things weren't going so well for her.
When her manager had told her that she had another fight lined up for Kim, the Queen of the Kardashians had been excited. She had came into the fight thinking it was be another easy win. One look at her opponent, however, and she knew it wasn't going to be that way. Ashley Graham was bigger than her, thicker than her, outmatched her in every single way that she could from a physical standpoint. Her only hope, as far as Kim could tell, was to overpower Ashley in viciousness, to strike hard and fast and not give the larger woman any sort of chance to gain any kind of an advantage over her.
Her plan didn't quite work out for her.
Taking a page out of Taylor's book from their fight before, Kim had rushed at Ashley at the moment the fight began. She lashed out, striking hard and fast at the chest of the larger woman, thinking she could hurt Ashley's large and sensitive breasts early, thinking it would distract her enough that she could find a better opening to attack. Ashley, however, was practically a titan compared to Kim, and the plus-sized model easily shook off the strikes. With a smirk on her face, Ashley swung her arm forward, smashing it against Kim's own chest with a devastating clothesline. The sheer power of Ashley's strike took Kim completely by surprise. Down she went, splashing into the mud at the other woman's feet, howling in pain. She curled up, clutching her chest with both hands, feeling like she had just been hit by a truck.
Ashley, meanwhile, was feeling amused by the whole thing. There had been a lot of buzz around Kim after her win against Taylor, and while she had met the Kardashian before and thought she was nice enough, she couldn't help but take a certain satisfaction in knowing that she was going to stop the hype around the woman dead in it's tracks. As far as the Amazonian Ashley was concerned, Kim stood no chance, and this fight was going to be over before it even really got a chance to begin.
She gave Kim a quick kick, just enough to push the woman over and onto her back in the shallow mud pit, and then she stepped forward, so that she was standing over the Kardashian. Taking a moment to look up towards the cheering audience, she grinned, flashing her fans a wink, before starting to lower herself down towards Kim...Kim, who had just opened her eyes, enough to see the thick, beautiful ass of Ashley, covered by a thin white bikini bottom, coming straight down for her face!
Kim let out a shriek, panic spreading over her features, but she didn't have time to make an escape. She was still aching from the clothesline, and with Ashley standing right over her, where would she even be able to go? She yelled, and tried to plead with the bigger woman, but it was too late and Ashley just wasn't listening. Soon enough and sure enough, Ashley's ass had covered her face, Kim's features completely blocked out by the plump buttocks of the plus-sized titan.
It wasn't like anyone could actually see it, but Kim's face was turning a deep, dark red color, a blush of embarrassment and humiliation. She could feel her air supply being cut off, her face entirely smothered by Ashley's bottom, and it felt like all she could do was kick and flail helplessly at the mud. This was the absolute worst! Even Taylor had put up more of a fight than she had! And just like that, she knew that she was done!
Ashley didn't seem to notice Kim's flailing around beneath her, or at least if she did, she paid it no mind. She sat gently atop of the Kardashian's face, just enough to keep her covered so that she couldn't breath, paying no attention to the woman beneath her. Instead, she struck a pose atop of Kim, playing to the crowd as she waited for the smaller woman to pass out. She leaned forwards, placing one hand atop one of Kim's muddy breasts, giving it a playful squeeze, while the other went to the back of her head, the model striking and holding the sexy sort of pose and holding it for a few long moments.
In those few moments, Kim's flailing began to slow. Her legs stopped kicking, and soon enough her arms went limp at her sides. Ashley could no longer hear her muffled yells from beneath her, could no longer feel her quiet cries against her bottom. She gave it a few more seconds, just to ensure that the Queen of the Kardashian family was out like a light, and then once more she rose up to her feet.
Kim simply laid there in the mud, her nose and lips barely visible above the messy liquid, as Ashley stood over her, her arms raised in a proud, victorious stance. The fight was over. It was obvious to everyone that Kim had lost, that she was now passed out, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Ashley had completely humiliated her. The model had utterly squashed Kim, and in a single short match, she had become the new woman to beat.
