NES Wrestling: Lady Dimitrescu vs Samus Aran

NES Wrestling’s often popular with the fight crowd here. I’d been hoping to find something to write for Lady Dimitrescu (love her, if her earlier art didn’t make it clear), and I’m not sure how I wound up pairing up these two. I may have just realized I did a few rounds of NES wrestling and barely mentioned Samus at all. Then I remember some posts of Samus being shocked or excited that she has a new game coming out, and the idea of her being sort of soft and thicker from being out of practice made her a lot more interesting than just a super serious kung fu gal. I kind of let this one gather dust for a while before talking it over with n29219 (collaborator from orc vs goblins) recently.

I’m not usually a fan of one-sided matches. Wrestle Kingdom definitely leans that way, but I feel like that’s more of a humiliation story than a wrestling one. So even here where it’s almost a gag that the tall and strong Samus is outclassed by the bigger and stronger Lady D, she gets her hits in. If you ask me, a fight story ‘s ideal is to let someone visualize the combatants both winning and losing.

I also intend to follow up on the match set up at the end! I’ve got my leanings, but I’m not positive who’ll win it, but it’s a decent follow up to the series’ origins. I could see Samus cleaning up and becoming a major player again, but I like her being sort of a clumsy, chubby mess a lot.

The NES Wrestling League had ended up postponing some matches as less new fighters joined in the last couple years, but the classic characters remained popular. Company president Bowser still felt like they needed a fresh kick in the pants to draw fans back into watching the league, so he decided to fall back on an emergency idea he’d been saving.

A bit of the old, a bit of the new, adding in the fans’ addiction to tall strong ladies… and done.

Diddy Kong adjusted his referee shirt in the ring before firing up the crowd.

“Fans and folks, this is an anything goes hardcore match! Introducing first! The alien-hunting amazon! The bounty huntress with the bangin’ boobs! At 6’3”, it’s Samus Aaaaron!”

The crowd went wild for the old fan favorite. She came out in some skintight shorts, thick-heeled boots and a crop top the same deep orange and reds that usually suited her power armor. The tall and stunning blonde had started getting into shape with the announcement of her new game, being out of action for a while now. The addition of a few pounds still showed in her big hips and bust as well as some softness and a mild belly over her usual abs. The fans still adored how her figure overflowed from her tight outfit as she tried not to blush, but she had been training to get back into fighting shape. The amazonian bounty hunter gripped the top rope and still leapt gracefully into the ring.

“And her opponent! The lady of the castle! The tower of tits and power! The mommy vampire queen who’s technically not a vampire! At 9’6”, Lady Dimitrescu! …did I say that right?”

Samus’ opponent stepped out and even she had to pause at the size of the woman. The mature and ghastly pale Lady D strode out in long and elegant steps dressed in a lace-lined wrestling one piece. Her thick figure and huge, bouncing bosom bobbed along with her wide-brimmed hat. It wasn’t often Samus had to look up at an opponent in the ring short of fighting giant space aliens. The pale but dark woman smirked down at her and brushed back her curls.

“Well well. Not quite the alien exterminator you once were. How long has it been, my dear?”

“A while,” Samus shrugged, trying to brush off the smug insult. “Better than getting killed off in my first game. Looks like I’ll be outlasting you in more ways than one.”

Lady Dimitrescu’s lips widened into a smile before she suddenly backhanded Samus across the face. It didn’t deliver the sharp sting the blonde was used to with the usual princesses or fighting game girls she was used to. There was just a numb sense of shock and pain as Samus went flying across the ring and hit the ropes hard enough that she would have bounced off if she hadn’t grabbed on out of instinct. She slumped over them with one arm and shook her head listlessly, reeling from the supernaturally strong blow from the woman another half her height.

“Dreadfully sorry. My hand must have slipped,” Lady D purred calmly from the center of the ring. “I’m afraid our poor girl’s gotten a bit rusty in her old age.”

“I’m… technically in my thirties,” Samus corrected as she shook her head back into gear. She stood back up and the taller opponent set her hat aside on a ringpost. Diddy gave them both a wary glance before the ref signaled for the bell.

Samus was determined to pay her back for that.

“You’re not the first big ugly monster I’ve taken down,” Samus insisted as she launched herself off the ropes. She leapt up over Dimitrescu’s head and whirled around in a quick flip, smashing her heel squarely into the giantess’ sternum.

Her foot connected hard but apart from a ton of jiggling of her pale tits, Lady D barely flinched. Samus blinked awkwardly, feeling certain she hadn’t fallen so far that she couldn’t budge even a woman of her size.

“Was that your pitiful best?” the colossal and elegant woman chimed as she grabbed Samus by the neck. She gagged as she was held off the ground, even when her feet dropped to dangle beneath her. Dimitrescu’s grip was as strong as her backhand, leaving the blonde gagging and choking between her fingers.

The wicked woman smiled at her confidently, but Samus grabbed her arm. Using it as leverage, she swung her feet up to rest on Dimitrescu’s chest and triggered the boosters in her high heels, blasting her in the face with a quick burst of heat and light. Dimitrescu gave a startled cry and flinched away from them, letting Samus wriggle through her grasp and drop back to the mats.

“So you’re not invincible after all,” Aran huffed in relief.

Lady D scowled at her before breaking into a grin. “Now whatever gave you that idea, my dear?”

With a furious shout, she threw a punch at Samus’ head. She’d learned her lesson and ducked under, darting around the taller woman as her fist hit the turnbuckle instead. Lady D seemed unperturbed by it, though the steel pole now sported a set of knuckle-shaped indents on it. Samus threw a sweeping kick into her long legs, but it barely budged her like she was made of curvy iron.

“You can’t keep hiding from me,” Dimitrescu warned as she reached down for Samus. She managed to grab and tear out a few strands of hair as the blonde darted past her, tumbling acrobatically and leaning back on her shoulders.

“Fucking go down already!” Samus hissed desperately, already working up a sweat. She threw a double kick into the back of Lady Dimitrescu’s knees, and thankfully she was still a victim of physics. Her legs gave out as they bent forward, making her gasp and drop to her knees.

Samus leapt at her to try and lock on a chokehold but the bloodthirsty giantess simply thrust her hips back, slamming her massive booty into Samus’ stomach. She huffed as she was knocked onto her back and the vampiric lady sat comfortably (for herself anyway) on the blonde’s belly. Dimitrescu was huge, but she was heavier than she looked at her monstrous height.

“Well aren’t you a soft and comfy seat?” Lady Dimitrescu gloated as Samus gagged beneath her. She pushed and slapped at the meaty ass that was crushing her, but once again she wouldn’t budge. The crowd just cheered and clapped for how it made the big beauty’s ass jiggle.

Dimitrescu bounced in place, lifting and dropping her ass by an inch or two to keep hammering it into Samus’ recently regained abs like a wrecking ball. Lady D was crushing her while barely even trying.

“That’s it,” Samus grunted as she started to feel dizzy and nauseous from the pain. She may not be at her Metroid prime, but she had her old instincts and training at her disposal. At one of Dimitrescu’s higher lifts of her hips, Samus curled up her legs and tumbled backward as she rolled away in an almost perfect sphere. The monstrous milf turned and glare at her as she rose back to her impressive height.

“There’s nowhere to run, blondie,” Lady D threatened as she strode after her, crossing the ring in a few lengthy, jiggle-inducing steps.

“Your ‘tall waifu’ replacement has arrived.”

Samus crawled backward into a corner, trapped by Lady D. The blonde reached under the ring as discretely as she could.

“Well there’s one thing I’ve got that you’ll never have,” she warned.

Feeling the power-up she needed, Samus’ eyes lit up. The Resident Evil villainess didn’t bother letting her finish as she grabbed her by the leg and lifted her off the mats, letting her hang upside down in her grasp like a captured rabbit. Samus gestured and with some high-tech flashing lights, her blaster cannon appeared around her forearm.

“And that’s a mother fuckin’ gun!”

Samus leveled her arm cannon and fired several charged-up plasma balls, blasting Dimitrescu in the crotch repeatedly. The elegantly cruel wrestler’s eyes went wide and she shrieked in pain, grabbing her groin and bending over so that her huge ass thrust out behind her. Samus tumbled out of her grip, charging up another energy blast in the barrel of her weapon. The more portable version wouldn’t last more than a few shots so she made them count. She wound up and threw the metal-coated arm into an uppercut, smashing into Dimitrescu’s pale and hanging udders. It was immediately followed by the explosive force of the charge going off, sending the massive mutant flying off her feet and crashing to the mats. She landed with a ring-shaking thud, nearly taking Samus off her feet with the impact alone.

Dimitrescu was left laid out and staring at the ceiling, blinking herself back to her senses. She was sore but not out of the match by a long shot, but the burning sensation of hot plasma burned at her crotch and tits. Her literally smoking hot rack was exposed from the final uppercut, the fabric burned away from the supercharged blow.

“That…” Dimitrescu growled under her breath.

Samus’ empty blaster was already fading from its manifestation, so she gave another burst of her rocket heels. She flew through the air and flipped to go for an ax kick down on the giantess but Dimitrescu’s hand lashed out with alarming speed. She caught Samus’ legs and the blonde’s eyes widened as she was not only stopped but suspended in midair, as if her supernatural muscle was solid ground.

“That was a VERY expensive piece!” Dimitrescu finished.

She headbutted Samus between her forced apart legs, making her howl as the hard blow crushed her pussy. The bounty huntress clutched her groin with a look of gawking agony on her face before Dimitrescu threw her aside, letting her bounce weakly across the mats. Samus could barely shift to a sitting position as she still moaned and pawed at her aching crotch.

“Oh fuck! Do not… remember those hits hurting so bad!” she gasped.

It was only now starting to occur to her that maybe she should have gotten in more sparring and practice when training for her comeback instead of focusing on getting her ripped figure back. The thought didn’t last for long as Dimitrescu stepped up to her and slammed a huge boot into the side of Samus’ head. The bounty hunting blonde’s eyes rolled as her head flew and bounced off the turnbuckle before landing like a ragdoll on the mats.

She was almost completely limp as Dimitrescu grabbed the back of her bikini top. She lifted Samus by it like a handle, stretching it out as she raised the battered blonde over her head in one hand like a strongman at a circus.

“Do you see now? Your so-called ‘classic’ is nothing but a washed-up piece of nostalgia!” Dimitrescu gloated as she paraded her a few steps around the ring.

Samus just moaned dizzily before the elegant villainess grabbed her by the ankles and swung her overhand to smash her face and chest against the mats. The blonde gasped and flopped a few times before she came to a full stop, gasping for air and crawling feebly for the ropes. Lady D just grabbed her hair and dragged her back by her ponytail, making Samus’ eyes water as a few feeble cries escaped her lips. The giant noblewoman slammed a large fist into Samus’ stomach, knocking air and spit from her lips. The blow to the blonde amazon’s soft abs sank in much deeper and easier than Samus would have liked to admit after putting on all that weight.

“Oh, you poor thing. You do look so precious when you’re pathetic like this,” Dimitrescu purred derisively.

She squatted down to Samus’ level, propping her up on her knees by her handful of hair. Lady Dimitrescu grabbed the blonde’s top and tore it off in a firm pull, exposing Samus’ own plump but perky rack. She shivered as Dimitrescu traced her fingernails menacingly over her nipples, reminding her that she wasn’t permitted to use her bladed finger transformation but certainly could.

“I’ll make a fine example out of you. To show this fine crowd what I do with arrogant and outdated sluts like you…”

The audience seemed hyped to see it even as the loyal fans still cheered Samus to get back up. She wasn’t sure she had the strength for that, but she was in a prime position for some payback. Samus swung a fist and buried it as deep as it would go into Dimitrescu’s nipple. It wasn’t as far as she hoped as the pale milkers were full and firm, but it still got a gasp from the vampire-like woman.

That was all Samus needed to unleash a barrage of more. She knelt there boxing for all she was worth, pummeling the sides of Dimitrescu’s jugs. They slapped and bounced into each other, flying around wildly as the big woman’s eyes went wide in shock.

“What!? OW! How dare you…. RRGH!”

The pale giantess flinched from the busty blows before smacking one of Samus’ incoming fists aside. She palmed her face and squeezed it between her long fingers, making Samus give another pained cry of her own. She was ready to finish her off when Samus gripped her arm and swung her leg out, giving another blast of her jet heels into Dimitrescu’s crotch.

She howled from the burning pain refreshed in her groin, letting her go to clutch her crotch.

“Filthy… little mongrel!” she cursed bitterly as she flinched in pain.

Samus was desperate enough to take any opening she could. She was not only rusty but against a woman with several feet and way more strength advantage over her. She had been saving it for a last resort but it was clearly at that point by now. She reached into her boot and drew out her plasma whip, the crackling chord of energy springing to life in her hands. She lashed it around Dimitrescu’s neck before running to the side. She leapt and pulled, and while even a stunned Dimitrescu barely budged, Samus kicked her feet into the ropes and launched herself back to clothesline her to the mats. The combined force of the ring ropes, her whip and her leap managed to bring her down at last as Dimitrescu seemed to see stars for a moment, her bosom jiggling as Samus knelt in behind her. She pulled up hard on the plasma whip, tightening it around the giantess’ throat and hoping that she needed to breathe like anybody else.

The choking and coughing noises were promising towards that as Dimitrescu drooled over her pale cleavage. She grit her teeth all the same and wrapped her fingers around the whip. Samus could feel her pulling it loose and started to panic, driving her knee into her back for leverage.

“Pathetic… little… womanthing!” Dimitrescu snarled as she tore the whip, dissipating the hard light construct. The chord vanished as Dimitrescu reached behind her and caught Samus by the neck, hurling her across the ring.

Dimitrescu rose rubbing her neck, but the flying Samus hadn’t lost all her ring instincts. She reached out and caught the top rope before she went flying out of the ring entirely, getting an impressed cheer as she managed to swing herself to land on the ring apron. Seeing how long it took for the tall woman to rise to her full height, Samus had time to leapt up and balance on the top rope. She steadied herself acrobatically until Dimitrescu righted herself, cracked her neck, and turned to face her.

“Suck on this, you giant bitch!” Samus shouted as she leapt off the ropes. She whirled impressively in midair, lashing her legs around Dimitrescu’s neck. Her muscled thighs squeezed together and tried to hurl her down to the mats in a hurricanrana… but the lady wouldn’t budge. She frowned impatiently down at the dangling Samus, who hung on her like a six-foot tall necklace. Her toned ass clenched as she grunted and twitched, giving a few more pulls but Dimitrescu was just too strong and heavy for her to budge.

“Well shit,” Samus muttered worriedly as she hung there.

“I grow tired of your pathetic tricks,” Dimitrescu snarled.

She wrapped her arms around Samus’ midsection, trapping her upside down in a piledriver position.

“Tired and hungry.”

Samus did her best to brace herself for the imminent drop, but it didn’t come. Instead, Dimitrescu just brought her fangs down on the bounty huntress’ crotch. The weary blonde shrieked at the top of her lungs as Dimitrescu gnawed on her groin, grinding her teeth over her pussy. Samus was trapped in the tortuous position as the blood rushed to her head and pain rushed through her pussy.

“OH GOD! OH FUCK! GET HER OFF! BITCH’S EATING ME!” Samus raved in mind-numbing agony.

Dimitrescu only smiled around her agonizing bite. The tiny shorts were all that kept her from shredding Samus’ pussy, but she was clearly able to inflict as much pain and suffering regardless. She let Samus sob and thrash pathetically from her vicious attack before she leapt up, bringing Samus crashing head-first into the mats with a piledriver that brought her hefty pale tits slapping down onto her legs. Samus gave a graceless grunt as her body spasmed before falling into unconsciousness.

Lady Dimitrescu finally released her, letting Samus flop like a ragdoll to the mats. Her eyes were rolled back and glassy as the bloodthirsty giantess knelt above her head, dropping her heavy ass over her dumbstruck face.

“Don’t mind if I help myself. I can’t do with just a taste…” Dimitrescu chuckled ominously.

She grabbed and pulled up on Samus’ legs, sealing the pin even further than the immensely heavy woman’s ass in her face. It left Samus’ legs pulled up over her head as Diddy went in to count the pin. As he did, Dimitrescu leaned in and bared her fangs for the crowd before biting into her inner thigh. She moaned and sucked on it sensually, shocking and exciting them as her ruby lips pulsed on the muscular leg. It hid her fangs burying into Samus’ skin, and as the pin count finally hit 3, she drew her head back to reveal the deep red wound she’d left behind. It was eerily clean as Dimitrescu licked her lips clean from the remaining trickles of blood.

“You’re a waste of talent. Best not waste the blood as well,” Lady D chuckled. She shoved Samus’ legs to the ground and stood up, planting a big boot on the witless blonde’s chest. She barely moaned as her breasts were crushed underfoot and Dimitrescu waved at the ref.

“You there. Child monkey. Fetch me a microphone at once.”

Diddy blinked up at her and scampered to ringside, coming back with one.

“Hear me now! To the reigning harlot you call a princess Peach! There’s a new noble in the league, and I don’t care how many classless whores I need to tear through to get to the top. I’m coming for your crown and your belt, princess! I think the fans have spoken: there’s no room for a princess when what they really want is a queen!”

With her bold ultimatum dropped calling out the champ, Lady Dimitrescu dismissively kicked Samus out under the bottom rope. She stepped over them herself, leaving the arena by stooping over to exit to the locker room.