Ringbreaking Rampage: Ionel Thompson vs Mother Russia
Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2021 3:58 am
Iron Body Battle
Win by submission, orgasm, passing out, or opponent's abs going soft.
First to two points wins.
Points only count when opponents' abs are pressing against one another.
No rope breaks for belly to belly press attacks against the corner or ropes.
Bikini attire.
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This was it. Ionel hadn't minced her words and her agent knew they couldn't stop her with that look in her eyes. She hadn't needed to say much when Sasha's profile came up beyond "that" and her tone said the rest. It had been so simple but so was Ionel; she wasn't here for championships, honour, or money. She lived for the moment to moment sensation: muscles against muscles, bellies to bellies, tits against tits, lust unto lust. Her recent few matches had been somewhat disappointing in how they scratched her itch but only lightly. She needed a very particular fix, one seven feet tall, and who brilled with the sort of strength that was the stuff of legends.
Ionel was an arrogant woman but she wasn't an entirely vain one. This woman was nearly twice her age and likely twice as experienced. Yet in her age her beauty seemed to mature into something statuesque, divine, worthy of worship but also of conquering. A mountain for her to climb and a forbidden pleasure for her to be tamed by in turn. Usually defeat was a distant concern but now it was one that towered before her, striking a rare chill of fear behind the iron fortress of muscle that defined Ionel's legendarily tough abs.
Abs that she looked forward to feeling crushed and doing the crushing against a worthy opponent.
As Sasha entered the arena, she would find Ionel not leaning against the ropes or the corner but standing in the middle, arms stretched back as she casually loosened them yet her powerful abs tensed in a display of both defiance and invitation. It was hard not to find her alluring; for all her power, she still had a very feminine kind of beauty barely hidden by her American flag bikini and accentuated by her impressively large bust. Her expression was hard to decipher; battle-ready eagerness, barely hidden lustfulness, or a smug arrogance?
She'd raise a fist to Sasha regardless.
"It's been too long since I've felt muscles that could truly challenge mine. I'm told you're an exception to the norm... you used to these kinds of matches?" She'd begin, sounding a little breathless and excited. "Say, why don't we start with a different kind of test of strength. Not with our arms, but our bodies~?"
Win by submission, orgasm, passing out, or opponent's abs going soft.
First to two points wins.
Points only count when opponents' abs are pressing against one another.
No rope breaks for belly to belly press attacks against the corner or ropes.
Bikini attire.
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This was it. Ionel hadn't minced her words and her agent knew they couldn't stop her with that look in her eyes. She hadn't needed to say much when Sasha's profile came up beyond "that" and her tone said the rest. It had been so simple but so was Ionel; she wasn't here for championships, honour, or money. She lived for the moment to moment sensation: muscles against muscles, bellies to bellies, tits against tits, lust unto lust. Her recent few matches had been somewhat disappointing in how they scratched her itch but only lightly. She needed a very particular fix, one seven feet tall, and who brilled with the sort of strength that was the stuff of legends.
Ionel was an arrogant woman but she wasn't an entirely vain one. This woman was nearly twice her age and likely twice as experienced. Yet in her age her beauty seemed to mature into something statuesque, divine, worthy of worship but also of conquering. A mountain for her to climb and a forbidden pleasure for her to be tamed by in turn. Usually defeat was a distant concern but now it was one that towered before her, striking a rare chill of fear behind the iron fortress of muscle that defined Ionel's legendarily tough abs.
Abs that she looked forward to feeling crushed and doing the crushing against a worthy opponent.
As Sasha entered the arena, she would find Ionel not leaning against the ropes or the corner but standing in the middle, arms stretched back as she casually loosened them yet her powerful abs tensed in a display of both defiance and invitation. It was hard not to find her alluring; for all her power, she still had a very feminine kind of beauty barely hidden by her American flag bikini and accentuated by her impressively large bust. Her expression was hard to decipher; battle-ready eagerness, barely hidden lustfulness, or a smug arrogance?
She'd raise a fist to Sasha regardless.
"It's been too long since I've felt muscles that could truly challenge mine. I'm told you're an exception to the norm... you used to these kinds of matches?" She'd begin, sounding a little breathless and excited. "Say, why don't we start with a different kind of test of strength. Not with our arms, but our bodies~?"