Cutting a Gem: Leto vs Sapphire

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LETO VS SAPPHIRE
Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or KO

Leto Nikos storms down to the ring in a revealing camo-print bikini ensemble. The two-piece consists of skimpy triangle cups barely containing her heavy breasts and a high-cut bottom riding up between her thighs, held together by thin string ties at the hips.

Her long, platinum-white hair is swaying side-to-side as she walks with purposeful strides. A black leather cap sits atop her head, emblazoned with white stitching spelling out "SLAVE". Dark, bloodshot eyes peer out from under the bill of the cap as she smirks wickedly, clearly savoring their discomfort.

The Russian dominatrix has her heeled boots for this match, up against a rookie.

Her gloved hands ball into fists, ink-laden knuckles cracking and popping under the black leather as she stalks closer, her body tensing in preparation, ready to deliver maximum damage and dominance to them with her powerful CQC techniques.

Leto pauses midway down the ramp, taking a long drag from her cigarette. With an irritated scowl, she blows out a stream of smoke, flicking ash to the floor as her eyes narrow on the leering crowd. Carelessly, she threw the cigarette on a fan who screamed at the burning cigarette on their face before he was pounced on by the salivating fans.

Let's just say he lost more than money this night.

With a smirk, Leto climbed into the ring.

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Aoto Miya slowly makes her way to the ring in a basic one piece, taking it the crowd and the atmosphere. She couldn't believe that she was already having her debut match. It felt like just yesterday when she had signed up for the training program and chosen her own ring name.

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She is both excited and nervous as she climbs into the ring, while also being rather intimidated by her first opponent. The rookie stands in her corner, awkwardly bowing a little to her opponent as she quietly does a few quick and simples stretches.

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As Aoto Miya enters the ring, Leto watches with amusement and disdain, her pierced eyebrow arching slightly as the rookie fumbles through her pre-match stretching. It's painfully obvious this girl has no idea what she's getting into.

Leto rises from her corner with slow, deliberate steps, stalking across the canvas like a predator sizing up its prey. Her muscular frame fills out the revealing camo bikini in ways the younger woman never could, curves straining against the skimpy fabric.

The Russian stops a few feet from Aoto, towering over her petite frame. A cruel smirk plays at the corners of Leto's pierced lips as she looks down at her opponent.

"Ah, the new meat," Leto says, her voice dripping with condescension. "How cute. You picked a costume that says 'beginner' loud and clear." Leto smirks, licking her lips.

"I'll enjoy tearing you apart."

[Potato]

The two girls were the same height, yet Leto's presence made it feel as if she was towering over Aoko.

Aoko was sweating nervously, her legs quivering slightly as Leto taunted her as she struggled to formulate a response, only managing to mumble out an incomprehensible string of noises.

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As the bell clangs, signaling the start of the match, Leto flashes a wicked grin at her trembling foe. The Russian dominatrix wastes no time, lunging forward to grab Aoto around the waist in a tight bearhug and entrapping her arms in the process, pulling the struggling rookie against her ample bosom.

Leto's strong arms constrict around Aoto's midsection, squeezing mercilessly to stifle any hope of escape or breath.

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Aoto doesn't react fast enough to the bell, and she immediately finds herself trapped in a tight bearhug! She lets out a pained scream, squirming helplessly as she feels her breath gets forcefully squeezed out of her lungs as her breast pancake against her opponent's pair.

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With Aoto trapped firmly in her crushing bearhug, Leto presses her heaving chest against the rookie wrestler's breasts, relishing in the rookie's muffled struggles and panic. The Russian dominatrix's muscular arms squeeze mercilessly, constricting Aoto's ribcage and thorax, depriving her of oxygen and rendering her useless as any kind of combatant.

Leto leans in close, her crimson-red eyes glinting with sadistic glee as she growls into Aoto's ear, "Pathetic. I thought you'd be faster. Guess you're just another weakling who signed up to serve me better."

She then abruptly released the girl on her feet before launching a surprise rising elbow strike to the rookie's chin.

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Aoto squirms in the bearhug, her cries of pain becoming more strained by the second. She hears Leto say something to her but can't make it out clearly as she begins to pass out from the lack of oxygen, almost about to tap out.

And then she is suddenly free, the pressure around her midsection and back suddenly gone. She takes a few deep breaths, unsure of why the Russian suddenly let her go. She was not complaining though, using all the time she could to recover, slightly bent over as her chest heaves from all the panting. Unfortunately, before she can recover much, and elbow suddenly hits her chin hard, sending her crashing into the mat with a loud yelp of pain.

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Leto grins wickedly as Aoto crumples to the mat, the impact of the elbow strike sending a jolt of pain through the rookie's jawline. The Russian dominatrix looms over her vanquished opponent, crimson eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph as she plants a knee firmly between Aoto's shoulders, pinning her down.

"Don't pass out on me just yet, rookie," Leto sneers, pressing her boot against Aoto's throat to grind it into the canvas, rocking her head to the side. "We're far from done here."

The crowd roars their approval at the dominant display, but Leto ignores them, her focus solely on destroying her helpless prey beneath her boots.

[Potato]

Aoto lets out a few muffled and choked screams of pain as she feels her opponent's boot pressing her throat, being helplessly subjected to the torture as she tried unsuccessfully to crawl to the ropes. She feels her consciousness starts drifting away again as she weakly attempts to get the boot off her neck.