Time to teach her the power of manly spirit!

Before had been posing, pageantry, pride. Showbusiness, in other words.

What came next was under official auspices, it was a sporting competition. But when you boiled it down it was just a fight between two people, hungry to prove themselves. Nothing would be held back, the tempo was intense.

“Krista Harvey going for some early offense, hoping to take this to the mat! Where she can use that gigantic rear to smother him.”

“It’s rare that the jobbers fight back or make it a match,” Vappu Rinne explained. “So she’s not used to that style of docking. It seems she was the one who got rattled, heh. She wants a quick, easy victory.”

“Too bad for her! Nikolai, or whatever his name is? Having none of it!”

This rookie was fast.

The best defense was to just not be there when an attack came. Twice, Krista swung wide for clotheslines from hell and got nothing but air, careening forward on momentum into the ropes, using them to rebound into another offensive.

“Just… stand… still!” She roared, blonde drills flying in the wind, screaming in for a third attack… only for him to oblige.

Expecting another dodge, she careened instead right into him, and they crashed in the middle of the ring. His natural expectation, being a man, was to take the hit, grapple, and toss her about. If he was facing any normal pistil, that might have been just how this played out.

“Whoa!”

In the International Wrestling Alliance, it was a mistake to assume such things. Against Krista Harvey, it was a severe miscalculation. She was the one to keep her steady base, owing to how bottomheavy and just plain heavy she was. While the hit sent him actually flying, arms windmilling backwards.

Sprawling onto his back, rattled from the impact, vision blurring.

“Huh, didn’t expect that to work… now, just stay down, you damn cat...”

Enough of his wits were still around to suggest moving when Krista’s huge lower body descended from the sky like heaven caving in.

“Little wonder she calls this move the ‘meteor strike’! Opponents have been crushed flat with a single well-placed impact! Check out this replay for the folks at home! Watch how the ring itself bows inwards!”

“Whatever happens, he can’t let that land, or else…~”

Back on his feet in a flash, face redder than ever, Nikolai got her back, finally landing something. It was just a punch, but it had been actual years since somebody punched Krista Harvey in the face. That had a way of resetting the unprepared opponent, and now both of them were scrambling for what to do.

Defaulting to attack mode, Krista charged again, still disoriented.

Allowing him to go behind, like a current of water going around a big, heavy bitchy rock. Hugging her thin, trim waist.

Incidentally, pressing that still-throbbing erection into her pillowy-soft ass.

“Y-You, what are you-!”

Another moment of intimacy, stretched into eternity by surging adrenaline, excitement, and more than a little arousal from both of them. Knowing her big sister was watching this display mere meters away just poured rocket fuel on it for both of them, just like the docking. But this one truly did last just a second… before he stomped, fell backwards, and tossed her over-shoulder in a textbook german suplex.

Bringing this pear-shaped blonde comet crashing to the mat with a thunderous noise that echoed even over the cheers.

“Huge suplex from Sokolov!”

“No plan survives getting dropped on your head.”

Of all the things Krista Harvey had seen herself doing today, getting folded in half by her own considerable weight wasn’t even on the list! The world was no longer making sense, and the crowd, so used to seeing her dominate weaker foes and lord over her position, was going mental. All she could hear in her ears was ringing as she was the one looking up at the lights, and people cheering her downfall.

It only made her more angry, as she stumbled to her feet. Backing off in an excess of caution, Nikolai declined to press the advantage. Or maybe he was just enough of a sportsman to let her recover her rattled wits.

Instead of appreciating that, she charged again. This time, not for a swinging clothesline, but instead going low herself. Trying to sweep out his clearly-strong legs with a chop-block and knock him over!

It wasn’t hard to dodge, but it left little to grab onto. Those long, winding blonde curls were just out of reach.

This kind of fast-paced, kinetic motion wasn’t something the audience, or Krista herself, were expecting in Krista Harvey matches. The former were thrilled, the latter was visibly panicking. Not thinking through her offense, and letting him in turn line up a crisp dropkick.

A pair of black boots were the second thing to hit her face in years.

Maybe, in that moment on the mat, flopping over in pain, inverted physically and mentally, Krista Harvey had a revelation about her heelish behavior that had so turned once-adoring fans against her. Maybe she realized that a strong, stiff competition could bring her something-

Yeah, no.

When the rookie hauled her up to her feet for another trip to suplex city, she made sure to smash him right in the nuts.

Blatantly, right in front of the mousy nerdy striped-shirt girl they called a referee.

What was she gonna do, disqualify Krista Harvey? Not happening.

As always happened when man’s greatest design flaw was exploited, he went down hard, now the one to crash to the mat and writhe in agony. While at ringside, Camilla Harvey huffed in annoyance. By the time the white-haired catboy she'd sent out there regained his senses, Nikolai Sokolov was staring up at the largest ass he’d ever seen, coming down again!

This time, there was no time to evade, only take in the enormity of his peril.

The roof was collapsing in on him, and it was endlessly warm and soft.