Barb's brute rules the ring

Baroness laughed as she entered the ring, offering a handshake. Barbara was not the brightest knife in the drawer, but she was naturally skeptical.
“Oh please. The life of a champion has proven my skill. I have no need for such petty tricks anymore.”

Barbara took the hand in her huge palm and shook.
“I simply CHOOSE to use them!” Baroness slid the brass knuckles from her sleeve and threw a punch into Barbara’s abs. However, it seemed that her punch had no affect on her solid stomach, not even backed by steel.

Baroness paused awkwardly with her fist glued to Barbara’s stomach. Barb grabbed the Baroness by the neck, quickly hoisting her off the mat to her height and chokeslamming her down.

“Feel the wrath of the Colossus Drop, you weak queen.” She flipped the Baroness onto her back with her toe, squeezing and crushing her huge flabby tits with her powerful hands. Baroness writhed and screamed in utter pain.

Barb threw the Baroness carelessly to the ringside, draping her neck over the bottom rope so she faced out of the ring. Barb stood over her and planted her massive bulk on top of her upper back repeatedly, strangling the Baroness over the rope.