Christina Perez vs Kuromaru Manpuku

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru got up sloooooowlyyyyyyy, her movements were heavy and we couldn't want her, not many people would be quite agile with a body like hers ... But Christina was another level!

The arms of the giant Maid folded that she admitted a kick on her back and fell flat belly. She did not understand what was happening to her but tried to get up a second time, without success because of the second stroke of the back on her back followed by a third and last stomp in her shoulders, making her aware of what happened to her.

"Owwww ..!"

She couldn't get up and if she moved, her opponent punished with a stomp. She prefers remained motionless while waiting for a moment to act ... but this moment never arrived. Christina took advantage of the passivity of the maid to trap her in a Fujiwara Armbar who made the giant Maid suffer!

"Nyuuuuuuuuu !! ... i can’t! .. i'm too big to be flexible! ..."

Kuromaru did not even try to defend herself, at the same time, she had lived all her life in the fear of smothers and Moves submissions, which were the specialty of her mistress. The Maid Paniquabet tried to move her arms and hips in all directions, hoping to repel Christina with her brute force although she doubted she was capable of such a thing.

[Weonna]

Christina’s grip stayed tight as Kuromaru whimpered beneath her, arms and legs flailing helplessly. The Fujiwara Armbar was locked in deep, but it was becoming clear—this wasn’t about flexibility or leverage anymore.

Kuromaru wasn’t resisting with technique. She wasn’t thinking like a wrestler.

She was panicking.

And Christina could feel it in every twitch and desperate squirm.

“Tch…”

Christina muttered under her breath.

“You’ve got the size... but you don’t know how to use it.”

With that, she suddenly released the hold, letting Kuromaru’s arm go limp as the giant maid flopped back to the mat.

But Christina wasn’t giving her time to recover.

Quickly, she rose to her feet and circled around Kuromaru like a shark, eyes locked in with calculated focus. She grabbed hold of Kuromaru’s nearest leg and gave it a hard tug, dragging the larger woman a few inches across the canvas.

“Alright, let’s try something else then.”

She dropped to one knee and twisted—locking in a tight, punishing ankle lock. Her grip was secure, body leaning back as she cranked the pressure into the joint with precision.

“You’re not going anywhere,”

she muttered through gritted teeth, eyes focused on every inch of Kuromaru’s reaction.

“This is what happens when you hesitate.”

After a few more painful seconds of wrenching the hold, Christina suddenly released her grip and rose to her feet. She wasn’t looking for a submission. Not yet.

She stepped around, grabbed Kuromaru’s gear at the waist, and with a low grunt, started to haul her up.

“You wanted to prove yourself?”

she said under her breath, muscles tensing as she hooked her arms around Kuromaru’s thick midsection.

“Then get up… and take this.”

With a powerful breath and a sharp pop of the hips, Christina lifted, fighting against the weight, and then launched Kuromaru backward with a massive Release German Suplex!

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru disappointed everyone, whether it was her opponent or the audience; the giant maid hadn't changed! She was still the same whiny and incompetent woman as before. It was certain that if her mistress were there, she would be scolding the poor victim maid... But Kuromaru had to learn on her own, and the hard way, that whining would do no good, let alone help her.

On the contrary, the Japanese woman's passivity helped Christina act more and more quickly, releasing her Fujiwara armbar for an even more painful ankle lock that brought the maid to tears before she was finally released. Kuromaru thought her tormentor was done with her. She slowly tried to get up and dry her tears, but as she rubbed her arm against her face, the maid found herself lifted.

"Wahhh... WAAAAA-!"

Despite Kuromaru's weight, she found herself thrown as if nothing had happened to the other end of the ring. A loud THWOMB was heard upon impact with the pole, and the crowd became loud again, cheering Christina for this incredible feat of strength. But for Kuromaru, nothing was improving; the maid remained lying on her stomach near the ropes, gasping in pain.

"My back... My arm... My ankle... Hurts..."

[Weonna]

Christina wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her expression hardening as she stalked toward the whimpering maid. Kuromaru lay there, face buried in the mat, clutching her aching limbs while murmuring about the pain.

Christina didn’t feel sympathy. Not right now.

She reached down, grabbed Kuromaru by the wrist, and yanked it outward. The giantess barely resisted—too overwhelmed, too beaten down.

“C’mon. You're not done yet.”

With a tight grip on the wrist, Christina lifted her boot and stomped down hard on Kuromaru’s face. Not once— but again and again, walking her opponent back inch by inch with each crushing step. The crowd winced with every sharp thud of boot meeting cheek.

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“You wanted to be seen?”

Christina snapped, her voice loud and cutting through the arena.

“Then stop hiding behind that pathetic pout.”

She dragged Kuromaru back to the center of the ring, gripping both of her wrists now. With Kuromaru splayed out beneath her, Christina raised her boot once more—

—and stomped down again and again, directly on the maid’s back, driving her heel between the shoulder blades with force!

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Christina didn’t let go of the wrists. She stood tall, boot planted firmly on the giantess’s spine, holding her there like a trophy on display.

“This is what happens,”

Christina muttered, eyes narrowing,

“when you show up without a backbone.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru was a pleasant punching bag and dummy to practice her strikes and holds on, but that didn't mean she was resilient—quite the opposite. Kuromaru was weak, unable to withstand a simple punch to the stomach from a lightweight... So stomps to the face were worse.

"Aaah... S-Stop Haaahh!.. P-please!.. Hhahh!!.."

Even though Kuromaru lacked the strength to get up, perhaps because of the pain but also the fear that was beginning to set in, she tried to beg her opponent for mercy so she could escape... But Chrisitna had no desire to be merciful and continued to dominate and punish the defenseless giant maid until she found herself crushed under her opponent's full weight.

“I...I have no chance!..Please...S-spare me!..”

[Weonna]

Christina stood over Kuromaru, heart still pounding from the flurry of strikes. The giant maid had stopped resisting entirely, her voice trembling as she whimpered through the pain.

“I... I have no chance!... Please... s-spare me!...”

Those words made Christina pause.

No chance.

Not “I give up.” Not “you’re better.” Just… resignation.

Her jaw tightened. Something about that struck a nerve.

She crouched low, grabbing Kuromaru’s wrist again, and without hesitation, dropped to the mat and pulled the maid in close. Her legs snapped around Kuromaru’s thick neck and shoulder, locking her in a triangle choke—not tight, but firm. Controlled. Enough to remind her who was in charge.

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“No chance?”

Christina growled, her eyes burning as she adjusted her grip.

“Is that what you came here with? That mindset?”

She leaned back just enough to add a little pressure to the hold, making sure Kuromaru felt it—not as punishment, but as a demand.

“What do you mean by that?”

she continued, voice lower now.

“Why even step in the ring if you already decided you were going to lose?”

Her eyes stayed locked on Kuromaru’s, unblinking, intense.

“Explain it.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru was aware of her weakness; to be honest, she even knew she was incapable. She wasn't trying to prove her strength and ambition to others, but to herself! Despite her luck in her first match, she knew that she wouldn't stand a chance against a woman as technical, strong, and fast as Christina... But it was too late now; the maid now had her face trapped between her opponent's thighs, unable to utter a single word.

"Mnnghh..! Gnnnnhhhh... Nnnnnhh.."

The giant maid tried to answer her opponent, but in her position, she couldn't. She would have liked to give up, slap the canvas three times with her hand, or just shout it out loud, but she couldn't... Because she was taught never to! This had been her role since the beginning of her career at LAW: a simple punching dummy to wind up her mistress's opponents and give her mistress time to analyze her opponents.

Slowly but surely, the Japanese woman's moans were becoming less and less loud, and her eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. The triangle choke was starting to get the better of her, and if Christina didn't release her grip, Kuromaru was in danger of fainting!

[Weonna]

Christina could feel it—Kuromaru’s strength draining by the second. Her limbs weren’t flailing anymore. The resistance was fading fast.

And still, she hadn’t answered.

Christina clenched her teeth, adjusting her angle, tightening the triangle choke just enough to let the pressure sink in deeper. She stared into Kuromaru’s eyes, watching them flutter, hearing her moans grow faint.

“You still won’t say it?”

she muttered, voice low and almost disappointed.

“You’d rather black out than speak your truth?”

Her legs flexed again. The squeeze was deliberate now—slow, methodical. Christina knew exactly how long she had before the choke would render the maid unconscious. She knew the signs.

And Kuromaru was ticking every box.

Christina’s arms braced, controlling the wrist while her thighs locked tighter, looking to put the maid to sleep.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The pressure of Christina's thighs was so powerful that it made the maid wince. Kuromaru could only submit; deep down, she wanted to give up and end this torture... But she couldn't. She'd always been brought up the hard way, forced to endure pain and holds unbearable for her massive body... Not to give up.

But this time, she was alone. All alone, without her mistress or ally to help and rescue her. She could only close her eyes, let out a simple, short moan of pain before falling asleep peacefully, reaching the arms of Morpheus thanks to Christina's thighs.

[Weonna]

Christina stayed seated, thighs still firmly locked around Kuromaru’s neck, feeling the last bit of tension drain from the maid’s oversized frame. Her breathing was steady, her focus unbroken, but in her gut, she already knew.

She didn’t need confirmation.

Still, the referee dropped beside them, checking Kuromaru’s slack face, then reached down and lifted her arm.

It dropped.

A second time—no reaction.

And on the third lift, the arm fell lifelessly again.

The ref immediately signaled for the bell.

The announcer’s voice rang out, echoing over the roar of the crowd.

“Winner by technical submission—Christina Perez!”

Christina exhaled through her nose and slowly unhooked her legs, letting Kuromaru’s unconscious body roll gently to the mat. She didn’t leap to her feet. Didn’t pump her fists in victory.

Instead, she sat for a moment longer, brushing her damp hair from her brow. Her expression was focused, serious—not cold, but grounded.

This wasn’t the end.

There were still more matches to fight, more challenges ahead.

She finally stood, the ref raising her hand, and she gave the crowd a respectful nod, offering just the slightest gesture of recognition. No gloating. No showboating.

Just business.

Christina turned her head and gave one final glance down at Kuromaru. Not with pity—but with quiet respect.

Then she stepped out of the ring, eyes already on whatever came next.