Buried alive by a huge ass.

This wasn’t going to be like those videos online. Not at first.

Krista had to ensure this tricky boy wouldn’t keep up all that annoying resistance. So instead, she came down on him hard, ass-first, jumping from a standing position in the kind of hip-drop fit to shatter ribs.

The impact felt like he’d been gut-punched by the hand of god, an enormous **** spread out over an area far wider than his torso. The moment it landed, not only was there an enormous crashing bang that echoed through the suddenly-silent arena… but as if to illustrate the ****, both ends of Nikolai jerked upwards.

Moving in sympathy with the rocking of the ring, both cratering.

Pain was the rule of that ring, and he was no stranger to it, but this move didn’t just hurt. Every bit of air in his lungs came out in an agonized, choked-off cry. Without air, it was tough to think, much less move. Not that he was doing much of those things, after that particular critical hit.

He lost track of time, where he was… or that more was coming.

“She must be really mad! You hardly see Krista going up to the top turnbuckle!”

“He’s just in range to take the biggest butt-drop of his life. Poor guy, he really had a chance for a while. Heh.”

“You’ve got a scary smile on your face there, Vappu…”

The audience understood the danger implicitly, watching such a bottomheavy girl struggle herself up first to the second turnbuckle, and then climbing it to the top, perching on her extra-wide, soft ass. When she raised her hand victoriously, the crowd responded with thundering boos. Perhaps hoping to get through to Nikolai through sheer volume level, and knock him out of his air-starved stupor in time.

It was impressive that the steel ringpost could handle this kind of frame on it, but it had been, through physical necessity, reinforced many time over the years. Similarly, actually caving the ring in and destroying it through a powerful impact was now more difficult.

Camilla Harvey, watching her sister from ringside impassively, had explained why to her board of trustees; If something happens every week, it stops being special.

This could do it, though. And if a ring made of canvas, springs, wood, and metal was in such peril, the young man between Krista and her destination was in much more trouble than he could fathom.

Perched on the top turnbuckle, Krista gathered her nerves, and leapt backwards.

“Here it comes! Her finishing move, a rare and deadly sight! The ‘extinction event’!”

It was a grandiose name for a butt drop, but when the ass was this fat and the distance involved allowed it to near enough hit terminal velocity on the way down… it was a name opponents never laughed off afterwards.

Nikolai never realized what was coming until he was smashed flat as a pancake.

Crash!

“For all we meme on her, and will continue to do so, she’s the little sister of Camilla Harvey,” Vappu said. “Krista has the same killer instinct, or she wouldn’t still be alive.”

All the training that Nikolai did to stand in this ring, in front of all these now-shocked people? He never imagined pain like this was even possible! He near enough blacked out, again struggling to breathe as the entire middle section of his body compressed under a load it wasn’t meant to bear.

He couldn’t tell if something was broken, though the continuing surge of agony all up and down his back was a ‘good’ sign there. If he could still feel anything, and writhe around on the ground, then he wasn’t broken yet.

Physically, nor mentally.

That was yet to come.

“Finally! You know, if you’d just laid down, the result would have been the same… except it would have saved me the effort, and you the pain!”

Krista finally took all the time she needed to yell at him, at the crowd, pose for her victory, recover from the terrible pain in her own hips that high-risk move had done… and ultimately, plant herself on his pretty young face.

Not in some huge impact, but just by sitting on him with her superior weight and enormous ass. Covering him, and now blocking all access to critical things like light, air, and hope. Rebellious boys didn’t get to have such things; all they got was a facefull of her bottom.

“Some people pay me for this treatment! Appreciate it while you’re still awake, you ingrate!”

Not that he could hear her, or much of anything now.

It was so soft, and even inviting, like a living blanket… but just as smothering.

So much time was left on the clock, Everything before now had been frenetic, the back-and-forth of combat. Now, for the last ten-plus minutes, Krista was going to take an unusually hard-earned victory lap, an enjoy every second of her dominance.

Of course, if he passed out or tapped like a little bitch, that was fine too.

There wasn’t any law that said she had to stop when that bell rang… at least, no law that Krista Harvey was obligated to respect. She felt the first, initial cornered-rat struggles beneath her, the absolutely fruitless attempt to push her enormous weight off. Without any mechanical advantage, pulverized until his bones felt like chalk dust, and of course without the all-precious air fueling those manly muscles, he might as well have been trying to lift up the night’s sky.

“There’s a dark pleasure in feeling a living thing struggle beneath you. Their muffled complaints that can’t get past your body. Fruitless pushing and weak hitting that just wastes their energy. It’s something else~”

“Y-You sure have some detailed insights there, Vappu… Ha ha...”

The fans were screaming at this jobber boy to get up, to move, to fight back. After all, as bad as he felt now, the first bit of a smother was the most critical, the one where the victim had the most energy and power.

Their voices couldn’t reach him, though.

A pillow wider than his shoulders, and thicker than his own body, was fitted snugly over his face, and pressed down with more weight than any mere sandbag. The softness and heat of a living body, the movements of her own breaths as if to taunt him, the sound of his own labored breathing… he was trapped in a cave-in, and the supply of air was getting stale with his own breaths.

Lightheaded, from pain and the all-consuming smother, it was again difficult to think. Veterans of the ring had ways to deal with pain and exertion, with being short of breath. The fortitude and willpower to keep going.

Lacking that experience, Nikolai Sokolov was fading, fast.

While, of course, given the situation, also hopelessly aroused. What little energy he had was going towards a growing erection, prominent and raised tenting his shorts for the crowd to see. And for his opponent to tease and stroke, from her perch atop him.

Just for a little pleasurable humiliation amidst this dire peril.

Krista made eye contact with her sister, and stuck out her tongue.

Yet again, she was going to make a mockery out of a so-called ‘real wrestler’.