Kieda Uzai vs Karbon Mannering - Apex Qualifier

[Mkmd13]

The vice grip like hold that Kieda had over his neck was starting to make Karbon's vision go blurry. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore of this, he felt her face get closer to his ear before whispering something. She was giving him a way out, but at the cost of him being humiliated instead of being knocked out. As Karbon could see it, neither option is what he wanted, but he would rather face some humiliation than to pass out, "O...K! Your... Backend!" He would sputter, still being choked out.

[SubtleRoar]

"Your wish is my command, Kar-Kar~" *Unraveling her perfectly sculpted thighs, Kieda elegantly cartwheeled from atop her perch before scooting her backend up close against the groggy male's facial region, giving her bum a light wiggle before plugging his mouth with her stacked rump!* "Now, take a deep breath and try to hold it~" *Despite how cavalier she appeared to be, The Fashion Assassin was struggling to maintain her outwardly facade, her fingers faintly trembling from the tactile ecstasy as the audience roaring with jealousy from what they were witnessing!*

Spoiler

"Put him out of his misery!" *A bloodthirsty spectator demanded* "No mercy!" *Another screamed, but all of these ludicrous cries of aggression fell upon deaf ears- To the untrained, naked eye it appeared as though Kieda was viciously smothering her victim out, but if one were to look a little closer, she was merely resting her haunches, pressing them against the front portion of Karbon's lips.* "Enjoy this for as long as you desire- After, I intend to put an end to this, mkay~" *Her placid, calm tone reassuring her compatriot of a swift, honorable fate.*

[Mkmd13]

Kieda would finally unfurl her legs from around his neck and his body would slowly start to fall down. His butt would collide with the mat below and his back and head would rest softly upon the turnbuckle. The fashion assassin didn't even give him a chance to breathe though as she already had her ass just mere inches away from his face. She would say for him to take a deep breath in, but as she tried, she already was backing up and putting her soft cheeks right on his face. This forced him to breathe in her pure scent that was now fermented due to how long the match has been going on. Usually, Karbon's arms and legs would be shaking at this point, trying to get his opponent off of him and muffled screams would be going out, but he was just too tired at that point to even try to resist. All he could do was just sit back and take it.

Luckily for him though, Kieda was being kind as she wasn't completely smothering him and giving him a nice pocket to breathe from. Unfortunate for him though, he still had to breathe in her ass. I guess there was worse fates that could be happening to him in the world, but with this and being humiliated in front of everyone just wasn't the ideal type of situation for him. Kieda would then say to him to try and enjoy this for awhile. Karbon would think to himself, "As if I could do anything about it." Before shifting his weight so that he could get a little bit more comfortable in the corner and let her have her fun on his face. He would play his part well for as much as he could as he let her have her fun.

[SubtleRoar]

*Too comfortable to immediately remove herself from atop her servile seat, Kieda felt the support of the crowd pour in while Karbon's garbled cries were drowned out by the thousands in attendance. However, being the magnanimous individual that she was, The Fashion Assassin stepped forward, allowing her suffocated servant a sliver of precious oxygen before snatching a fistful of his chestnut hair.* "I've always been told I had a fantastic body, but I hope you won't hold that type of comment against me, because I'm about to make it more literal than metaphorical~" *She dramatically tossed him forward, expending a portion of her strength before pivoting on her heels before charging up the metallic pole, gesturing her hand upward to get the spectators excited!*

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"Once again...I AM THE FASHION..." *She started, turning her attention back towards the groggy, sprawled out male.* "And YOU..well..I'm sorry~" *She muttered through the rest, refusing to address Karbon as any form of a lesser or inferior being in any regard. However, she needed to punctuate how paramount this particular match was, and she couldn't allow her emotions to get the better of her. Finally, she lunged towards him, slicing through the air with an extreme amount of reckless abandon due to how fatigued she was, forcing herself to flip before crashing against her target with a monstrous* "WHUD!" *That coaxed out a gentle whimper from within her.* "Aaahh...hold...still~" *She tentatively demanded, dragging herself atop his perspiring figure before grapevining her legs within his, stuffing his maw with her pillowy puppies to complete her signature move!*

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[Mkmd13]

For what seemed like forever to Karbon, Kieda finally relinquished her stinkface move on him and the end was now drawing near. His vision was hazy, his head was in a fog, her scent was everywhere and there was no escape from it all. The knight felt her hand upon his head as she grasped his hair and threw him towards the center of the ring. There was nothing he could do at this point as the fashion assassin would then climb the turnbuckle again and announce her final move to the crowd. Her body flipped magnificently in the air and landed perfectly upon Karbon's exposed chest.

Boom! The impact was enough to make all the oxygen leave out of his lungs as his body would fold up around her for a second before falling lifelessly back to the mat but, it doesn't appear that she wanted to just pin him right then and there. Instead, she grapevined his legs with hers and placed her breasts right in his face! His whole world would again be filled up by her scent. At least this time though, it was a bit better smelling... There was really no way out of this for Karbon as he weakly hit her body until his arms and legs would finally go limp.

[SubtleRoar]

"Aahhhaa...gggnhhhh~" *Remaining remarkably stationary atop her weakening boy toy, Kieda continued to maintain her position well after Karbon had become motionless beneath her- She lacked any expendable energy to try and mount a comeback if he were to potentially be playing opossum, and to suffer a loss due to her own hubris would be an indelible stain on her otherwise immaculate career. While not many would consider this a clean win, emerging victorious was the only thought racing through The Fashion Assassin's mind at this point, and she was out to claim it by any means necessary.*

*After what seemed like an eternity, a judge eventually entered the ring to check on Karbon's wellbeing, but before they could ultimately verify her as the victor, she stood to her feet and gestured for the ref to call it.* "He's...out...I can tell~" *She gestured towards his slumbering frame, wiping the sweat from her forehead while the audience unanimously applauded them for their outstanding performance! Taking a gentle bow to appease the masses, Kieda knelt down and promptly scooped up her weary frenemy, gently cradling his face against her plump chest for comfort.*

[Mkmd13]

Getting knocked out is one thing, but having it done by a pair of breasts in your face was on a whole another level of humiliation. Everything was dark for the knight until he began to come to. Something didn't feel right... HIs body felt like it was floating right now, "Nggg... Where..." Is all he could muster out as his head began to move around. Karbon could feel his body now start to up and down in a rhythmic fashion as he began to make out a figure in his vision, "K-kieda? Is that... You?"

He would reach out with his right hand and try to touch her face. Things were starting to make some sense to him now that he was being carried. To where and why? He doesn't know. Hell, he couldn't even remember what he was doing beforehand to make him go unconscious like this and why Kieda is currently carrying him.

[SubtleRoar]

"Don't worry, I always preserve enough energy for situations like this~" *Stepping through the center space between the top and bottom ropes, almost as if it were created specifically for her svelte body, Kieda gave his forehead a gentle smooch while applying a playful squeeze to his protruding shaft.* "Sorry to have incessantly teased you throughout the entire fight...if...you'd like, I could always tend to that once we're behind closed doors~" *The offer alone was enough to make the kunoichi go flush, having never grown fully acclimated to being in the drivers seat, especially with someone she'd developed such a profound fondness towards.*

*The crowd, meanwhile, continued to profusely applaud their memorable clash while the tandem escaped backstage, having gone above and beyond what anyone could have ever asked for. While he may have come up short once again, Karbon had cemented himself as a top contender in the wrestling circuit, pushing Kieda to her utmost limit and potentially earned himself a personal massage in the process all due to his indomitability within the squared circle.*

WINNER: KIEDA UZAI.