Takao vs Ionel

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Hentai Match
Bikini Attire


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Ionel as usual made quite a show in the wrestling federation. The usual gasps and camera flashed as the fireworks and titantron both displayed her crushing victories and made her muscular body shine gained the sort of response pretty much anyone expected. It was assisted by her upfront, bright personality - slapping hands, hopping about on the ramp, letting her assets bounce and powerful muscles show before the crowd. A routine she'd done time and time again to the point she felt it was borderline automated at this point. That helped her take her mind off of it towarsd more pressing matters. One couldn't tell as she cockily stepped over the top rope, showing off her impressive strength by bending it so low, but even as she rested in a corner and continued tightening her tummy, she wasn't as confident as she looked.

She wasn't just fighting some rando she'd never thrown down with before. This was Takao Okimoto; a very familiar name to her and many more from her old wrestling federation. It didn't seem likely she'd be afraid of the shortr, curvier, and notably less muscled woman but she'd learned the hard way those curves were far from powerless... and that she was far from lacking in muscle. She remembered the excruciating pain her legs had gone through the last few times they battled; she'd won a few of those ones but once she was out of sight of the roaring crowds, she was holding onto walls for support as her own impressive thighs felt like they might turn into jelly any second.

It wasn't a one way exchange. She fondly remembered Takao's moaning body, sandwiched between her hard body and a ring that just didn't feel as tough. The way those deceptively tough abs finally molded against hers and then softened from pent up pleasure and pain. Far from easy victories whether it was for her record or the battle of pride against pride. Ionel cared little for belts but she did know a true rival when she felt her body struggle against theirs. That wasn't even starting on her own legs and that was a far, far less equal matchup.

Nonetheless, she waited and kept her signature cocky grin out. If Takao felt she was going to make her moan like she did before, she was in for a surprise.

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Attire

Despite this match being between two accomplished wrestlers, their entrances seemed to be on opposing ends of the spectrum. Takao didn't insist on anything grandiose, besides only strutting down the aisle with a poker face. She opted with going for a more subtle flavour, not revealing her musculature immediately and rightfully assumed her exposed body on display was enough to fulfil the crowd's appetite. If there was a hint of red in her attire, somebody could have argued this was a battle of national pride. Upon reaching the ring, she simply hopped on the apron slipping in between an opening through the ropes. Being a special occasion, Takao decided to approach the centre and raise a figure, beckoning for the blonde to approach. She preferred having a little conversation before the bell.

Ms Okimoto's time at LAW hasn't been the most invigorating. Her recent opposition lacking the sufficient experience or muscle to provide longstanding entertainment, so coming back to her roots might have been a preferable decision. Takao would be going up against an opponent whose mind and body was all too familiar. She didn't expect this Seaside league veteran to wash ashore and had rather mixed feelings. It was cathartic to restrain this initially arrogant behemoth thanks to almost perfect legwork and then turn her into a pancake with multiple splashes, resulting in the big blonde crying for surrender. However she also recalled coming out with a strained core after a bunch of hardfought matches, some she didn't always succeed in.

One moment stood out in particular when even her defences couldn't handle Ionel's relentless grinds, which resulted in the Japanese woman being completely flattened, blushing and mute besides a few mewls. Apparently the ring wasn't going to last much longer due to an imprint left in behind. A bittersweet sensation for while she enjoyed the intimacy it did fuel Ionel's ego a bit.

Both wrestlers knew each other's tricks but a long time has passed. Takao acknowledged that this will probably be her toughest match in LAW so far as evident by their little rivalry, but it didn't necessarily mean that she will have a difficult time exactly, already having a mental image of Ionel drowned in her curves.

"Why Ionel, it has been a while hasn't it? I see you haven't wasted your body too. I hope you still sing well..." Starting the conversation off with a little banter even curling her lips slightly for a little mischievous grin.

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"I hope you still feel like a big piece of tofu in my grip. So did you get some actual belly muscles while I was gone? Glamour ones don't count."

Ionel spoke loudly, louder than she normally did. That wasn't what she usually did. Her voice had a booming, commanding power to it often described simply as intimidating. Here it was a bit louder than it really needed to be and a few of the camera operators paused; had shit just gotten real? Too real?

The blonde's knuckles crack, her biceps clear before her curvier opponent. It was reassuring to know that even after all this time, Ionel had the advantage in sheer muscle mass and density. What would that amount to once the blows and bodies started flying? She had to take this one more seriously than most. She kept on her grin to see if maybe it'd keep Takao annoyed. She was a more serious wrestler than Ionel was but it was fun tos ee her when she got pissed off enough by the big blonde to unintentionally make an opening.

"Tell ya what, let's settle it tonight huh? We ain't striking one another's bellies with anything other than our own... you hear that ref? If either of us does that, DQ." She grinned over at Takao. She didn't need tos ay the specific kind of match she was proposing for Takao to get the massage. Whoever won, they'd be extremely sore afterwards... and quite pleased too.

"So you gonna agree to this Takoyaki? Or am I gonna just walk out on top again, letting the crowd record you getting all wet and squirty after a few grinds?" She continued, grinning to see if she could egg Takao on to agree to a belly-based submission.

She'd walk to the centre of the ring, palms behind her head, muscles on her stomach tensed and licking her lips.

It was an old practice in Seaside; starting a match with the slapping of abs together. Not a bell sounding the beginning but a momentary clash of strength to strength. It wasn't a hard rule and even being knocked back further and harder didn't mean you were starting too badly on the other foot. Any veteran knew that. Iowa wanted something else though; to prove once and for all who was the more powerful heavyweight from Seaside.

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Takao might set a record for eyerolls when it comes to reacting towards Ionel's loud quips, the tofu one included. She could compare the blonde to a bacon strip, because of how warm and flat she will be in half an hour.

She wasn't immediately intimidated by her opponent's booming voice, because the curvier woman was mostly aware of what kind of threat Ionel proved to be. Possibly manageable, but never to be underestimated. Even if she was currently on a winning streak, this match proved to be more important than ever for her pride and legacy as a Seaside wrestler. This was one war she couldn't afford to lose.

"I believe these 'glamour muscles' you speak of knotted your legs just fine, but I have built them up further by the way, if you desperately wish to be crushed so badly..." Not raising her voice but still loud enough to emit a sort of presence, doing everything to not completely lose her temper. A lot of tension between the two. For a hentai match, this might be one of the most physically aggressive matches of tonight. Takao's main allies for this fight was agility and technique, but she had to ensure that Ionel never gains an opportunity to use her goliath strength. Cracking her neck and joints stretched in preparation, it only took a matter of time before her abs to tense up, slowly revealing themselves.

"Oh...I wouldn't have it any other way boulder or shall I say rubble soon? I agree with this bonus stipulation ref, don't be afraid to punish." She was just about to suggest this to spice up the match even further, so their bodies would be fresh for each other exclusively. Takao had to give up a few chops and kicks, but she usually went below the belt, at least there was no risk of a stomach punch.

"You will learn to respect your elder after I grind you to gravel. I don't mind the scent of sweat, fluids and your tears" Returning Ionel's taunts with her own, even if there were some subtle twitches. Takao approached the centre with arms at her side, in case if she somehow tripped up.

If only either of them still held a title, because a match between two accomplished rivals deserved to have such an honour. Standing face to face with her larger foe, she continued to staredown the blonde as the first clash was about to unfold. Takao let out a little growl as she hop towards her target, initiating their ceremonial abs battle. A bell would sound anyway shortly after.

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"Oh shut up, you were always more boring than your body. Stop your nanny-nagging and hit me!"

Ionel was getting annoyed already with Takao's own brand of arrogance. Arrogance itself was fine but something about hers just irked her; not that she felt she was better than Ionel but like she was giving her some stiff lecture. She hated that stupid teacher act. She hated it so much her fear had partially evaporated and it showed in the flaring of her muscles and the steps forward she took, building up momentum with her butt sticking out to the crowd's cheer. Swinging it forward, a few held their breath as an iron wall of power.

She'd attempt to swing upwards, her bellybutton pointing diagonally at a very slight angle. The force of her belly smacking Takao's would sound out with a loud, dry smack almost like two slabs of meat colliding. She'd grunt ou in pain as her hardened abs met the sheer mass of her opponent. The force alone would send hers back, forcing her to stagger a few steps but what would be crippling for other women barely affected her. It was unpleasantly painful but it was also arousing; that stinging, burning after-shock of pleasure embedded in the bruising sensation.

"Heh, seems you'll need to hit me a little harder!" She taunted, smacking her tummy before advancing forward to try and seize Takao. If she was successful, she'd try to toss her to the ropes and bounce her back for a straightforward clothesliner.

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Seems Takao wouldn't be the first to lose their cool severely. She described her own mannerisms less like arrogance and more like confidence, even if the only difference wasn't the white clad wrestler didn't need to yell to the top of their lungs. Only a few years away from approaching her 40s, but never marrying or have children. Her success and experience melded into a mindset of needing to prove her distinction on top of pointing errors. If one day she felt lonely, there was always a beaten woman to have an affair with.

This act more than provoked the blonde opponent out of her showboating state. If they were going to have a real fight than so be it. "Aah! Takao's abs was intercepted by Ionel's own, resulting in louder grunts coming from the older woman. Due to the upwards swing along with the shorter woman's own fortress not being completely fortified, she was thrown back and forced into a crouched position as if covering the slighting bruised area. The brushing of their bodies caused her cheeks to slightly flush. Even somebody who has tried this multiple times couldn't help but tremble at this vibrating shock, that coursed throughout her stomach.

Even if it made her blood boil, she couldn't respond to the taunt besides a mere gasp. Before she could leap back, the blonde seized her and threw Takao towards the edge without any struggle. Unable to stop her initial momentum, she bounced off the ropes and was about to lose her head from running into a clothesline. Digging her heels into the mat, she desperately tried slowing down. If Ionel wasn't too slow then the thrown woman would try ducking underneath that clothesline, then she would wrap both arms around her opponent's legs, pulling back to trip the other wrestler up.

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"Dammit! You slippery blubbery-!"

SMASH!

She forgot how fast Takao was. She had remembered it as "pretty fast" but not "blink and you'll miss it." How the hell did she dodge that clothesline? Why did just getting tripped hurt that much more. Iionel growled as she hit the ground and pushed at the mat, trying to roll away. She wasn't going to get leg locked that early.

At least, that's what she attempted.

If it was a successful escape, she'd shove herself back onto her feet and bounce her back to the ropes. Slingshotting forward, she'd attempt to commit to a flying dropkick. She'd kick off of the ground, body parallel to the mat, legs outstretched and aiming to hit her like a hurricane!

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Whether it was riding waves or outrunning foes, Takao's speed was never to be trifled with. She took satisfaction in toppling her rival in just one simple tug. Gravity then performing step number 2 when it comes to hurting big arrogant blondes like Ionel. "Oh I'll show you blubbery..." Wanting to show off those curves by bowing down to grab the larger woman's leg.

However Takao's rival wasn't ripe for the picking just yet. Slapping the Japanese woman's arms away midst the rolling, the star spangled wrestler was free to return towards a standing position, while the shorter woman had to nurse their palm for a brief second. Takao then gazed at her opponent from a distance, trying to predict the exact upcoming motion. Ionel was hurdling towards thanks to ropes acting as a slingshot. She had to move out of the way pronto.

Thus the submission specialist tried sidestepping out of the larger woman's range, only for a leg to strike her in the left shoulder. "Aah!" While she didn't take full brunt of the force, it still caused Takao to wince and hurdle towards a corner. "Urghhhhh..." The turnbuckle stopped her journey only to cause the ravenette to flinch further from the collission. She still found herself alarmed by a large woman willing to jump around so casually.

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Ionel thumped against the mat and cursed again. A little quieter this time around. She hadn't nailed the jackpot but even a glancing blow had the sort of force to send a woman as big as Takao stumbling backwards. Quickly pulling herself up, she didn't bother with another taunt or a big wind-up. For once, she might have had an advantage in speed with Takao stunned as she charged towards the corner.

Unsurprisingly she threw out her arms, tensing muscles once again as her torpedo tits and titanium tummy prepared to squash Takao again. She was betting on her being unprepared and not fully flexed, aiming to once again show off her abs in the most powerful demonstration of strength, power, and speed!

If it hit, she'd lay against her, seizing her palmst and slowly grinding it in. She couldn't simply crush Takao but she could try; it would be enough to weaken her and get her aroused... if she didn't bring her own full strength to bear. She was relying near entirely on initiative and aggression.

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If Takao never dodged at all, she would have felt the equivalent to a train running into her, coupled with a different trajectory that would have resulted in landing on her back. As a bonus, she wasn't ridiculed for letting herself be hit. However she was temporarily stunned by the corner collision, therefore unable to use her speed this time.

Midst her groaning and slump posture, she gazed at her opponent from a distance only to roll her eyes. Predictable, but what else could she do? Takao tried at least hardening her stomach so she wouldn't get ploughed immediately, but still a thin defence compared to the impending threat.

"Aahhhh!" Their bodies clapped together resulting in a thunderous clap. Her white bikini was already in a ton of strain, even revealing her perky chest for a split-second. Takao's head reared back thanks to the increasing strain and collision. Her wall of curves started to melt thanks to Ionel's slow but aggressive grinds, even if the older woman tried mimicking that motion. She hasn't felt this alive ever since setting foot in LAW as evident by an accelerating heartbeat, but that might be her undoing. While resistances became smaller over time, she bit her tongue to block out any coos while the blonde could take further advantage.