Power vs Technique - Hathor vs Bella

[Kookio]

Match type: Hentai falls out count anywhere with POW

Stipulus: Each point gained, the other endures being sexually attacked by the referee, loser is taken home by winner and has to do whstever Winner wants.

Win condition: Best out of 10 wins

Spoiler

The crowd cheered as Bella music blaired, the heavyweight leaping onto the scene with a stomp that actually could be heard by the audience. Bella cheerfully jogged down the aisle way, waving to her recently acquired fans, giving them higj fives and happily taking one of the fans hands and jumping up and down with them for a few seconds, her strength heavily disorienting the audience member by accident. Not that Bella noticed. She was too busy moving on to say hi to others.

Spoiler

Her song had nearly finished by the time she was done appealing to the fans and in her airheadedness, smthe referee would have to direct her to the corner of the ring.

"oops. Guess I got a little carried away, hehe~"

She said while being guided to the turnbuckle, still waving at her fans until her music finally died down and she rested against her corner of the arena, excited to see who her opponent could be.

[MR. Q]

As Bella's upbeat theme faded into the background, Hathor sauntered out of the locker room area, making her grand entrance to the stage. The sultry Egyptian sex fighter exuded an aura of languid seduction, drawing the eyes of every spectator to her voluptuous form.

Adorned in a revealing outfit showcasing her impressive bust, the 37-year-old siren wore a white thong, leaving little to the imagination, paired with matching thigh-highs that hugged her shapely legs. A long, greying mane of hair cascaded down her back, framing her mature features.

In one hand, Hathor held a long-stemmed pipe, lazily puffing on it as she blew wisps of fragrant smoke across the stage, adding to the alluring display. Her eyes, half-lidded from apathy rather than arousal, met the camera lens with a detached gaze.

With a languid, almost bored expression, Hathor slowly ascended the steps leading into the ring, her movements deliberate and sensual. Once inside, she made a beeline for Ivan, the referee assigned to their match.

Without warning or preamble, the seasoned sex fighter grabbed hold of Ivan's face and crushed her lips against his in a passionate, tongue-laden kiss. Her full, plump mouth dominated the embrace, forcing Ivan to surrender to her will as she plundered his oral cavity with reckless abandon.

As they broke apart, Hathor released Ivan with a soft 'pop', leaving him dazed and flushed. She flashed a sly, self-satisfied smirk before turning to face Bella, her opponent for the evening. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unsure how to react to such a brazen display of dominance from the outset.

"I'm looking forward for tonight's performance." She spoke sensually. Is she addressing Bella or Ivan? No one knows.

[Kookio]

Watching her opponent coming out, Bella couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by how mature she was comparatively. Was she put in the right match? Not the time to be thinking about that now. She was already out here and there was no turning back now. She steeled her senses by clasping her cheeks together and when she opened her eyes, the previously mature looking girl was sprinting towards the ref, startling the hell out of Bella.

As the woman entered the ring, she watched in awe as she would immediately start a make out session with the referee, causing Bella's face to turn beat red and leave her mouth agape at the scene. She didn't have nearly the level of confidence to kiss a supposed stranger like that. Though Bella was completely ignorant to her opponent's relationship with the referee.

Hearing Hathor talk, she sounded exactly what Bella thought in her head.

"O-Oh. Yeah..!"

She spoke with a lot less energy than before, Ivan and Hathor could see how flustered Hathor had already made her while she started shyly fidgeting with her fingers, causing her large breasts to squish against each other. It couldn't be more obvious that this girl was a submissive outside of the ring.

[MR. Q]

After dominating the impromptu kiss with Ivan, Hathor sauntered over to where Bella stood frozen in surprise and embarrassment, a mocking gleam in her eyes. She loomed closer, the tall Egyptian dwarfing her much younger opponent with ease with her presence.

"Well well, look who's lost for words," Hathor purred, her husky voice dripping with amusement and a hint of cruel mockery. She reached out a gloved hand to run it along Bella's cheek, trailing her fingers down the slender throat.

"This little cutie looks so eager and inexperienced." She leaned in close, hot breath caressing Bella's ear as she whispered conspiratorially. "Tell me, kitten, have you ever even pleasured yourself? Let alone a real man?"

With those provocative words, Hathor gave Bella's nipple a pinch through her clothing, sending a jolt straight to her.

[Kookio]

Bella couldn't help but watch as the woman walked over to her, causing her to instinctively scoot backwards a little more into the turnbuckle until she was completely cornered by the girl, her J cupped breasts squishing up against the egyptians stomach for just a small moment.

She had no response to Hathor's initial teasing words, still too stunned to speak. Just being this close to the woman caused Bella's throat to tighten up. To make matters worse, talking about her personal sex life like that made her even more at a loss for words.

"W-well... I... um... er... KYAH!"

Her attempt at fumbling over her words would be interrupted by the woman's hand finding their way to one of her nipples beneath her bikini, sending a surprise jolt of pleasure through her body while her back arched upwards in the direction that her nipple was being pinched in, her hands reaching up and gripping onto her opponent's wrist.

"Th-the match hasn't started yet!"

She protested, looking over to the referee to see if he saw any of this happening.

[MR. Q]

Hathor let out a low, raspy chuckle at Bella's helpless reaction, the younger wrestler's body instinctively arching into her touch despite her desperate plea for mercy. The sex fighter's deft fingers continued to tease the tender peak beneath Bella's top, eliciting whimpers and squirms from her prey.

"Oh, relax, dollface," Hathor drawled, her other hand sliding around to palm and squeeze Bella's generous rear, applying pressure just firm enough to be felt through the fabric covering her curves. "I'm getting us nice and warmed up, aren't I?"

Keeping Bella pinned and vulnerable between her and the ring ropes, Hathor used her grip on Bella's wrist to guide her trembling hand down between her own ample thighs. There, she encouraged the novice's fingertips to brush against the crotch of her skintight white thongs.

"Feel how wet you're making me, sweet thing?"

Meanwhile, the bell already rang by Ivan's signal.

[Kookio]

"I- nnh!"

She squeaked when Hathor gripped onto her ass. Now was the time that Bella started squirming against her opponent, the effects of having her body toyed with, slowly startint to bring out the submissiveness that she was so obviously showing earlier.

It wouldn't be long before Hathor could feel how Bella's nipples were instinctively hardening to her expert touch, her figure starting to squirm and move around within her opponent's grip. She was sure this isn’t how matches starting and this was most certainly against the rules. She wasn't that stupid.

But looking over at the referee again, she saw that instead of stopping her opponent, he instead decided to start the match, causing her eyes to widen with surprise. It was as if they were both against her in this match.

At the same time, she only then noticed how Hathor was guiding her hand downcto her crotch, letting Bella feel how wet it was down there. To her surprise, her opponent was already wet. Though now that the match started, there was nothing keeping Bella from taking advantage of this.

Thus, she would start rubbing Hathor's crotch over her clothes, hoping that her inexperience wouldn't show too much while she did so.

[MR. Q]

As the bell rang, signaling the official start of the match, Hathor merely smirked knowingly at Bella's widened eyes, the young challenger's futile protests falling on deaf ears. Her skilled hands kept the novice under control, thumbs pressing firmly against Bella's hipbones to remind her.

"And we're LIVE!" Hathor declared with wicked glee, her voice echoing throughout the arena. With a swift jerk, she sent Bella stumbling forward on her knees, using her momentum to pull the girl flush against her curvy crotch.

"Now get to work, kitten," the veteran sex wrestler purred, grinding her soaked crotch against the unwitting newbie's face. "Show me what those pretty face are capable of, hmm?" She urged, sitting on her face.

Move reference

[Kookio]

Bella could barely get anywhere with her opponent's crotch before the woman's voice rang out loudly, startling the poor newbie wrestler!

"Eek!"

She squeaked, halting her attempt at rubbing her opponent's snatch. Hathor would take advantage of this and grab onto the wrestler's hand and yank her forwards off balance and onto her knees to the side and before the pinkette could get back up, she saw Hathor was right over her and proceeded to sit on her face, pinning it against the ropes while she would let out a cry of surprise, sending vibrations throughout the woman's crotch.

But the more Bella shook her head and struggled, the more her face would grind back against the woman's crotch. Though she would narrow her eyes and try to show off her own fighting prowess by gripping onto her opponent's thighs and even from her slightly off-balance position, attempt to lift Hathor into the air to try and perform a powerbomb onto her.

[MR. Q]

Caught mid-grind, Bella's ill-fated attempt at a powerbomb caught her opponent off-guard for a brief instant. Seizing the opportunity, Hathor wrapped her thighs tightly around Bella's head, muffling any cries of outrage.

Thud! Both women crashed heavily to the canvas, Hathor landing on her back with a satisfied grunt while keeping Bella trapped between her legs.

"Not bad for a rookie..." Hathor acknowledged begrudgingly, her gaze intense as it bore into the struggling novice between her legs. "You've got spirit. But raw talent doesn't always win out, sweetheart..."

She punctuated her words with a sharp twist of her pelvis, grinding her slickened core against Bella's face with renewed vigor once more.