NES Wrestling: Princess Peach vs Lady Dimitrescu Championship Match (Patreon)

I threw together that story a while back of Lady Dimitrescu wrestling with a washed up Samus, and mid-story I realized how fun she is to write. So I tacked on an ending that she was calling out the champ Peach that she’s gunning for her title. Felt natural to follow up with it, and mostly from the lack of writing I’ve really done for this league despite it technically being my first ever story, I guess the main championship belt never changed much from Princess Peach in said story. It’s high time somebody challenged her who wasn’t Tifa.

I wanted to show off a lot of things in this story, but mostly a lot of size difference fighting. Lady D is a beast in almost every respect, but I wanted to emphasize that Peach is not just a crafty cheater but she’s been around so long she knows what she’s doing in the ring. She’s never fought anyone as big or strong as a Resident Evil boss like Dimitrescu, but if anyone can figure out how it’s her.

I might follow this story up with some short montage kind of things… or maybe even interviews with match “clips” that amount to a bunch of short stories about the matches of some highlight characters. It’s a big league and I really can never cover everyone, so feels like a low-effort option to mess with that.

Veteran and rookie wrestlers in the NES wrestling league were shifting around the rankings. Quiet from the Metal Gear series had been taken out in a surprising upset by a random dominatrix from the Yakuza series and Candy Kong was raising trouble in the “technically human” division.

Most notable of all, Lady Dimitrescu was carving a warpath to the top. While one of the newest competitors, her enormous size and nearly unmatched strength made her a difficult opponent for the toughest of lady wrestlers. Several other powerhouses such as Zarya, Misuzu and Urbosa were demanding a shot at the regal vampire/zombie/whatever, but with her ranking skyrocketing as it was, she had managed to defeat a number-one contender and had earned a shot at the title first.

“Are you serious!?”

Princess Peach, the long-time reigning champ of the league, stormed around the company president’s office. Isabelle sighed as she whipped up another royal tantrum. President Bowser leaned calmly on his desk, claws folded patiently.

“This is some bullshit. She’s a pile of mold rather than a lady, right? You think people want to see that thing being champ?!”

“She’s a human with enhanced powers,” Isabelle explained simply. “More human than some of the other competitors.”

“I still think the ‘technically human’ title’s a weird one,” Bowser muttered.

“But come on! I’ve beat everyone else who came at me! Do me a favor and tell her she’s ineligible or something! At least until I can figure out some way to beat her...”

The giantess had been undefeated since she’d arrived, something even Peach hadn’t been able to accomplish in her championship.

“So after years and years of not wanting to get kidnapped, you come crawling back,” Bowser said, seeing the upper hand he had.

“Well you’re a tough independent woman who doesn’t need no man. I’m sure you’ll do fine. She’s a huge hit with the fans, and you’re starting to fall a little out of style…”

“SAYS WHO!?” Peach demanded.

“Fan polls, viewer turnout, the ‘Best Tits in Vidya’ review online…”

Peach gave a frustrated growl and stormed out of the office. She had been able to complain her way out of a few things in her long reign as champ, but this was one thing she couldn’t wriggle out of. Lady D was just too popular and powerful to deny the title shot.

She whipped out her mushroom-shaped phone and started sending some angry texts to her trainers. If she was going to take her on, she was going into it with everything she could muster.

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Evo trotted into the middle of the ring, the sentient microchip barely visible even with his checkered ref shirt. He adjusted his signal to reach the speakers and announce the start of the match to the excited audience.

“Introducing first! The challenger and undefeated rookie! The lady of the house! The terrifying titan of tits! Hailing from some spooky country we’d never heard of before recently, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu!”

The towering woman approached, pale and immensely curvy as she strutted to the ring. Her tight, white boots and one piece resembled her usual dress and she wore her iconic wide-brimmed hat. She stepped onto the ring apron before stepping over the ropes with one step, her 9’6” build standing as one of the biggest characters capable of entering the ring. She waved elegantly as she flashed a wide, maliciously thirst grin.

“And her opponent! The reigning ruler and rival to all wrestlers! The Mushroom queen of classics! Welcome once again Princess Peach Toadstool!”

Peach strode out in a pink one piece with skirted hips, her high-heeled boots boosting up her already round and perky ass and tits. While she didn’t have the bizarrely busty build of Dimitrescu, she had remained an iconic beauty for decades for a good reason. The blonde scowled mercilessly at her challenger as she stepped into the ring and removed her crown and championship belt, setting them in their usual place on top of her corner.

“Alright, ladies. It’s the usual,” Evo warned through the speakers. “Submission or pinfall only. No disqualification. Any questions?”

“Not at all,” Dimitrescu chimed calmly, running a finger under her chin as her dark red lips smiled. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. As one noble lady to another, I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun being perfectly elegant together.”

“As one noble to another,” Peach replied confidently. “Shove it up your gigantic ass.”

Lady D just smirked as the bell rang. She reached for Peach’s head, trying to palm and stop her in her tracks. The princess had already sprinted in and broke into a swift slide, ducking under Dimitrescu’s long reach and driving a punch deep into her stomach.

Dimitrescu grunted from the blow but did little more than flinch. Peach expected as much from all her research, knowing the giantess was built like a truck in more ways than one. She followed up with a kneeling uppercut that went right into her twat, making Dimitrescu let out a husky howl of pain.

“You’re just covered in big fat targets, now aren’t you!?” Peach gloated.

Her confident boast was interrupted almost immediately as Dimitrescu drove her knee straight up, crushing it into the princess’ jaw. Her eyes went wide as she was slammed and sent flying backward, tumbling across the mats. Peach landed on all fours rubbing her face, but Lady Dimitrescu was stuck bent over and clutching her crotch. The fans went wild as both women were left stunned by their first couple blows, showing that neither of them was going to go easy on the other.

Lady Alcina returned to her towering height as Peach came running towards her. The royal blonde leapt and threw a flying drop kick at the pale noble’s tits but her hands clapped quickly around the incoming boots. Peach felt a brief moment of weightlessness before she was swung around in a wide arc and felt her head slam against one of the turnbuckles. She immediately saw starmen as her eyes rolled and she was released to crumble to the mats. Peach could barely writhe enough to prop an arm on the bottom rope as she tried to see straight again.

“What was that about fat targets?” Dimitrescu purred as she stood over the witless princess.

She grabbed the top ropes and turned around, shaking her hips suggestively to fire up the fans before she slammed her famously round ass back into Peach’s face. She grunted noisily, muffled by the meaty buns as she was squashed between the ass and ringpost for a massive stinkface. The humiliation was awful, but what the fans couldn’t see was the blonde champion choking under the hundreds of pounds of giantess.

Dimitrescu suddenly gasped and perked up, backing off just enough with Peach’s teeth buried into the flesh of one of her thick cheeks. The princess hastily escaped the awful position, spitting on the mats as she stumbled back to her feet and wiped the mixed sweat from her face.

“I thought you were into biting, Dimitri!” Peach snarled bitterly.

“Pathetic little idiot. It’s pronounced Dee-mee-tresk. With an accent, you witless excuse for a noble.”

“Fuckin’ NOBODY can pronounce your fakeass name!” Peach erupted.

She came charging in again, her temper and need to take initiative keeping her on the offensive. Lady D swung a long leg up to kick her, but Peach skillfully spun and sidestepped around it. Rather than going for her midsection, Peach wrapped an arm around one of her big pale thighs and swept it out from under the giantess. Lady D gasped as Peach swung her across her shoulders and held her suspended in a torture rack position. She couldn’t maintain it for long or put much of a squeeze on Lady Dimitrescu, but the audience popped in awe as she showed off some impressive strength before swinging herself backward. Even Dimitrescu was shocked to be lifted and slammed to the mats.

Peach popped back up to a sitting position. The big drop had rattled Dimitrescu but had almost done as much to the princess champ. She was wide-eyed as she rubbed her back, catching her breath after such an impressive burst of strength.

Peach finally staggered up to her feet, leaning on her knees and letting out a huff of breath. She threw up a gloved fist to soak up the crowd’s praise, only to see a shadow fall over her again.

“Not bad. Let’s see how you like it.”

Dimitrescu grabbed Peach by the hair and lifted her off her feet. The blonde screamed as she was held up in the air and swung around like the giantess was playing with a chew toy. She finally raised her arms, lifting Peach higher than she could stand before hurling her over the ropes. Peach tucked and rolled as best she could, but the rough landing was unavoidable. The fans groaned as the princess tumbled across the hard floor, ending up laying weakly on her stomach.

Peach’s mouth gawked in pain, slowly pushing herself up with her forearms. The ring creaked as Dimitriscu easily overstepped the ropes and hopped out of the ring, her high-heeled boots stomping down on Peach’s back. The blonde screamed at the shockingly crushing weight as she was used like nothing more than a footstool for the bloodthirsty noble.

“You’ve gotten soft on your sad little throne,” Dimitrescu gloated as she stepped back off the gagging blonde.

She squatted down and dropped her massive ass on Peach’s belly, knocking any fresh air out of her as her ribs and abs ached from the weight.

“I think it’s time we had a little revolution,” Lady D threatened as she raised a large fist.

Peach fumbled around the ring where she’d stashed a few emergency surprises. She felt her hand grasp the POW block just behind the ring steps and whipped it out, smashing it into Lady D across her hefty tits. She gasped as the pale jugs were pounded out of her top and the box gave a deafening boom while it popped out of existence. What was basically a cartoonish flashbang went off between them, enough to make even the huge vampiress stagger back.

Peach immediately took advantage, having braced herself for the shockwave and scrambling out from under Lady D. She leapt up and grabbed the bigger wrestler by the hair and neck, letting herself drop back down while dragging her head with her. Lady D’s chin bounced off the metal ring steps as she came crashing down, denting the thin metal with her thick skull. The towering noblewoman’s eyes rolled and her tits bounced as she ended up on all fours, trying to steady herself from the rattling impact.

“This is MY ring! MY belt!” Peach shouted at her as her rage boiled over, briefly overpowering her pain and fatigue.

She slammed a few stomps into Lady Dimitrescu’s sides before seeing they weren’t doing much to her. She climbed onto the downed woman’s back instead and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling back firmly to lock on a chokehold. She wasn’t positive if Lady D needed to breathe from looking at her, but she was satisfied when she started to gag and choke to confirm her hopes were true.

Lady Dimitrescu rose to her feet, stumbling drunkenly as her reeling body tried to compensate for Peach’s weight. The blonde just wrapped her legs around the bloodthirsty amazon’s midsection, adding more pressure and leverage to her hold.

“This is my LEAGUE, you overgrown piece of shit!” Peach hissed like a madwoman in Dimitrescu’s ear.

“You’re in my kingdom now, and you don’t mess with the queen!”

Dimitrescu had gotten her balance back and grabbed Peach by her hands. She slowly but surely overpowered her by forcing them away from her throat, getting a shocked look from Peach at the back of her head. She tried to squeeze extra hard with her thighs but Dimitrescu showed off her impressive strength once again. She pulled on Peach’s arms hard enough to throw her completely over her head, sending the blonde champ screaming and flying over the ropes and into the ring. She landed roughly on the mats again, feeling the familiar sting in her sides from when she’d landed outside the ring earlier.

“Enough of your games, womanthing,” Dimitrescu sniffed impatiently.

She squeezed her thick, barely dressed figure in between the ropes and returned to towering over Peach. She hadn’t even gotten up yet as Alcina swung a heavy kick into her belly. Peach huffed and was knocked off into the ropes, holding her belly and wincing weakly. She waved a desperate hand at Dimitrescu in a wordless, wheezing plea for a timeout.

“How pathetic. I see we need a new lady of the ring to carry that burden of a belt. And I know just the woman to do it…”

Dimitrescu grabbed Peach by the hair and forced her to stand back upright. Peach screamed as she stood back up and the gorgeous monstrosity punched her hard and deep into her belly. She huffed and flopped a few times before Dimitrescu shoved Peach’s head under her armpit, bending her over and shoving her curvy ass out at the crowd. She lifted Peach high into the air, holding her vertical in a show of her impossible strength and even flexing one thick arm for the crowd as she smiled her fang-filled mouth. The towering noblewoman practically dropped Peach unceremoniously to the mats rather than bodyslamming her, letting her iron grip stay on Peach’s leotard and ripping it off to leave the bouncing body of the champion princess naked on the mats.

Lady D blew some ruby-lipped kisses to the audience as their cheers outweighed the boos. Nobody had manhandled Peach like this in ages and they were adoring the new blood just like Bowser had said. Peach could only crawl miserably to her corner, moving sluggishly as Dimitrescu strode confidently after her. Peach barely reached the corner before she was dragged up to her knees.

“Enough stalling I suppose. They await their new champion,” Dimitrescu mused.

“They’re gonna have to keep waiting!” Peach hissed back.

She drove a quick elbow into Dimitrescu’s stomach, even if it got little more than a pleasantly surprised “Ooh,” from her. It was mostly a distraction as Peach raised her famous crown she’d snatched from her corner and draped it over the top of the ringpost with the points facing them. She jumped up and grabbed Lady D by the neck and hair, dropping down in a DDT-like move that slammed her face right into the waiting crown. The move stung on its own but Dimitrescu reared back howling and clutching her face as the prongs jabbed her in the face and eyes. Peach had been using her dirty Crown of Thorns move for a long time now, and had even pulled a similar move in her first ever match against Tifa, giving the fans plenty to cheer and boo about.

“Heavy is the crown, huh you, fat skank?! You do NOT fuck with me in a no rules match!!” Peach shouted at her.

She let Dimitrescu stagger away blindly and went back to her corner. She started unlacing the top turnbuckle, reaching behind it and sliding out yet another foreign object. This one was even stranger than her last as she pulled out a large, bright red and white mushroom. A few diehard fans popped in surprise as she used the spare moment to wolf it down in a hasty hunger.

Dimitrescu moved her hand from her eyes and regained her vision just in time to see Peach start to grow. There was a nostalgic sound effect as she went from her forgettable 5’8” to 9 feet tall. She was almost as tall as Dimitrescu herself, but the huge naked blonde was closer than anyone else in the league had ever been and it clearly startled the bloodthirsty challenger.

“What’s the matter, shorty?” Peach taunted as she felt the intense power-up coursing through her.

She was still tired and sore, but the size difference was no longer a factor. Her confidence was wildly bolstered by the buff that was banned from most matches as she thumped a fist into her palm and moved in.

Dimitrescu bared her teeth and tried to swing at Peach but she blocked the arm inside her elbow. The blonde drove a knee up into her stomach, and while her blows had mostly bounced off before, Dimitrescu grunted loudly and nearly doubled over from the single shot. It encouraged Peach to grab her by the hair and keep driving knees up into her breasts and belly, the booming blows making even the huge woman’s body rattle and jiggle. Her eyes rolled in nauseated pain as Peach pivoted aside and pulled on Dimitrescu’s arm, shoulder-tossing her to the mats and twisting the arm behind her back. Dimitrescu shrieked in almost unheard pain as Peach locked on a reverse arm bar, showing that with their size and strength nearly equal, her experience and skill was clearly making all the difference between them.

“I kind of like the view from up here,” Peach gloated over Dimitrescu’s agonized screams.

She kicked and thrashed before she slammed an elbow behind her. It nailed Peach in her bare pussy, making her huff and let go suddenly.

“I will NOT be slain by some pretender!” Dimitrescu fumed, her pale face going slightly red in embarrassment and fury.

She rose to her towering height while smashing an uppercut into Peach’s chin. Her head snapped back and she staggered into the ropes, where Dimitrescu cornered her and started pounding punches across her face. Peach’s head still whipped around from each blow but she grabbed Dimitrescu around the hips, ripping and pulling away the bottom of her outfit as well. The two naked amazons clawed and shoved at each other in a quick scrambling before Peach jammed her fingers roughly into Dimitrescu’s pussy. The paler woman gasped and the princess grabbed her by the throat, lifting and holding her up horizontally across her chest. She slammed up a few knees, bashing Dimitrescu in the face and leaving her moaning and listless in her arms. Peach’s similarly overgrown breasts rested on Dimitrescu’s back as she held her up, roaring to the crowd.

“NONE of you bitches are worthy!” she bellowed before she turned and bodyslammed Dimitrescu into the nearest turnbuckle.

The ringpost clanged at first, then there was a deep creaking sound as it collapsed completely. Nearly 1000 pounds of giant woman was too much for even the reinforced ring, snapping the ropes and sending both fighters tumbling outside the ring. Peach had another rough landing but Dimitrescu was laid out flat, looking more damaged than she had ever been in the league history. There was a draining noise as Peach shrank back to normal, the time and energy of the Super Mushroom expired. She was still laid out on top of Dimitrescu, if with her head spinning from the mix of vertigo and the impact of the rough landing. She raised her head from between the huge gray tits and looked around a moment to realize where she was. Her eyes lit up in realization.

“REF! PIN!” she barked at the ring.

The stunned microchip of a robot beeped and jumped, skittering over. Peach grunted and struggled to lift up one of the dazed lady’s legs, but she hooked it up in a classic pin as Evo recited his count in his robot voice.

“One! Two! Th-”

He buzzed obnoxiously as Dimitrescu suddenly bucked to one side, tossing Peach off of her with her impressive might. The blonde looked outraged as she pulled at her hair in frustration, glaring at the weary but still rising Lady D.

“What the fuck!? What is wrong with you, you fucking freak!?” Peach screamed in a psychotic tantrum.

She rose to her feet and started stomping her boot down on Dimitrescu’s head, slamming her repeatedly in the temple in a wild burst of fury. It clearly rattled the damaged undead woman but she suddenly lashed out and caught Peach by the throat. Her dark eyes stared at Peach fiercely enough to make her freeze up.

Dimitrescu rose to her feet and lifted Peach up, chokeslamming her to the arena floor. She squeaked as her back was racked with pain from the landing and Dimitrescu raised a hand with her fingers outstretched.

“You were so sweet to remind me with all your stupid, pathetic little toys,” Dimitrescu spat at her venomously. “No rules. I can do anything I want with you. No more holding back...”

Her fingers sprouted into long, needle-like claws. The league had been pretty clear about not using them in matches, but the hardcore rule did leave a lot of loopholes. Peach’s eyes went wide in horror. She’d done her research like any scheming pro, but she had never seen them used in a match.

“Wait! No! You monster! Let me AGHHHHHHH!”

Peach howled out as Dimitrescu brought her long, sharp nails to the princess’ tits and squeezed them hard. Her strong grip plus the extra hard nails had Peach thrashing and flopping like a lunatic as the pain shot through her tender orbs. Lady D grinned widely as she squashed her boobs out of shape, shifting around to kneel in front of Peach’s head. It made Lady D’s own huge jugs flop into Peach’s face, smothering her in pounds of pale flesh that muffled out her maddening screams.

“Can your old champion do this?” Dimitrescu gloated as she preened herself for the roaring crowd.

She seemed to have Peach on the verge of submitting, but the ring veteran’s iron will held out. The blonde shook her head defiantly, only making the biggest boobs in the league shake around more. It wasn’t until she felt a hard nipple in her way and bit down on it that Lady Dimitrescu recoiled with a gasp, finally releasing her from the hellish hold. Princess Peach gasped for air as she bolted to sit upright, holding her sore red tits gingerly as she escaped the huge, sweaty tits.

“How dare you!?” Dimitrescu shouted furiously.

She bared her long fangs as she got back to one knee.

“Do you really want to start a biting match with ME, you little harlot!?”

Peach scrambled away, panting and desperate as she simply ran for it. Her legs were shaky and clumsy as she rounded a corner and Dimitrescu stomped after her. Peach stopped by the dented ring steps and grabbed her trusty crown that had fallen out of the ring. She quickly u-turned and leapt up, stepping onto the top step and holding the center of her crown like a set of brass knuckles.

“Fucking die!” Peach shouted as she threw all her weight into the leaping smash.

It hit Dimitrescu hard enough to make her reel, her inhuman stamina worn down as well from the lengthy match. The crown came back heavily dented, ruined in terms of working as actual headgear. Peach still stood on the steps and pounded away on her, bashing the bigger woman with her gold-lined punches in the tits now that she could actually reach them. The big bruising orbs bounced all over before Peach shifted gears, jumping onto the ring apron and flying off again. Her curvy bare ass smashed into Dimitrescu’s face, sending her staggering with her famous Peach Bomber.

Dimitrescu was nearly taken off her feet, but as soon as Peach landed the giantess grabbed her by the hair. Peach screamed as she was lifted by it again, but Dimitrescu went from a bitter sneer to a sly grin.

“Let this be a lesson to you… a little something to remember me by.”

Dimitrescu gripped Peach’s hair tightly before returning her fingers to their bladed shape. The long nails sliced right through the blonde locks, dropping Peach back to her feet. Her hair had been crudely but smoothly sheared short, no more than a couple inches long in a boyish cut.

The slicing noise hit Peach’s ears before she could realize what happened. Her mouth dropped open and she felt around the back of her head, realizing that most of her hair had been cut off. Her eyes watered for a moment before she whirled around, screeching like a banshee as she threw a barrage of wild punches and kicks into Dimitrescu in an utterly berserk state. She had been spoiled since the league started as its champion, and this new monster of a woman was taking everything.

“MY CROWN! MY BELT! MY HAIR! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”

Dimitrescu raised her arms to protect herself from the savage blows until Peach reached into the audience and stole a fan’s Nuka-Cola. She pulled down Dimitrescu’s hair and smashed her across the face with the bottle of neon green liquid, spraying glass and soda across her bare body.

Dimitrescu reeled once more, panting and sweating before she swept back a huge backhand. Peach’s head whipped around hard enough that a few fans winced as it looked like she had broken her neck, but she stumbled drunkenly before dropping to her knees. Her frenzied tantrum had been cut off and she could barely raise her arms as she moaned and dripped sweat and drool onto the floor.

She almost seemed out on her feet before Dimitrescu kicked her hard in the groin. Peach shrieked again as her body bounced off the floor, hands snapping to her throbbing pussy and breaking into tears.

“FUUUCK! NOOO! It’s miiiiine!” she whined and sobbed in a pathetic mess.

“Oh poor darling. Does it hurt?” Dimitrescu asked mockingly.

She bent over and roughly grabbed Peach around her middle, lifting her up to hold her upside down in a piledriver position. She made a show of baring her fangs before giving a long, slow lick up Peach’s pussy that made the helpless champ shudder.

“Let mother kiss it and make it all better.”

Lady Dimitrescu bit her fangs into Peach’s pussy, making her howl in pain. She pursed her ruby lips around her snatch, sucking away at her blood and pussy juice in a grimly sexual and devastating move. Peach’s head spun as pain and pleasure mixed with the blood rushing to her head. Dimitrescu even angled her head expertly to run the insides of her fangs against Peach’s clit as much as her tongue, sending the horrifying arousal through her ruined body.

A tearful Peach wailed in pleasure as she arched her back, squirting into Dimitrescu’s mouth and running down her toned stomach. The audience was in an uproar as Lady D finally dropped to her knees, piledriving the still orgasming Peach head-first into the floor. She landed with a jerking spasm before she flopped limp on the ground, her body still twitching and cumming right in front of the audience.

Dimitrescu smirked confidently, even if it had taken a lot out of her to win. She didn’t want to waste the time standing back up, so she flopped across Peach directly. She hooked her leg while her fat tits crushed and overwhelmed Peach’s own rack and face, adding one last humiliating comparison as the ref counted it out.

“1! 2! 3!”

The bell rang and the crowd’s cheers almost drowned it out. The unbroken overall NES league championship had finally changed hands as Dimitrescu rose to her feet. She licked some trace blood and cum from her lips before blowing a kiss to the fans.

Peach was barely conscious at all, but she felt the outrage bubbling up inside her. She managed to crawl to the edge of the busted ring, feeling around under the ring apron for another weapon. She’d show this bitch to mess with her and her belt.

She finally felt the grip on a Hammer Bros hammer, but as she pulled on it, it didn’t budge. She went wide-eyed and gave a few more firm tugs, but it barely moved. She grimaced in confusion before it finally started to give. As she pulled it out, Peach was horrified to see another pale hand gripping the handle right beside her own.

Three grinning, hooded faces crawled out from under the ring. Lady Dimitrescu’s ghastly daughtered, three lovely ladies with faces stained by makeup and blood, emerged and loomed over Peach after waiting the entire match.

“Thank you for being so patient, girls, but it was entirely fine. It looks like she didn’t have enough friends to come and save her after all,” Dimitrescu pointed out calmly.

They had only been there to mess with outside interference, but Peach’s heart sank to realize she was right. Bowser had made it clear she’d been too hard to get the entire time, and even her old friend Daisy was bitter about her hogging the spotlight. Nobody was coming to her rescue or even supporting her besides a few pervy fans.

Peach was utterly broken, losing everything in one match. Her belt was given to Dimitrescu while she ran a hand through her ruined hair. She didn’t even notice as the newly crowned champion slugged her in the back of the head, knocking her out cold at last.

“Go along and have fun with her, girls. I’m through with her, and I’m sure all my lovely new fans are too,” Dimitrescu instructed with a wicked grin on her face.

Her cruelly giggling daughters grabbed Peach and dragged her backstage to stomp, claw, bite, slap, lick and finger the listless blonde to their heart’s content. The audience chanted Dimitrescu’s name as she draped the championship belt over her shoulder, letting its strap and shiny gold buckle rest on her huge bosom. She threw out her arms welcomingly as the fans cheered on the new champ and the new era of NES Wrestling to come.