Steel, Blood, and (Mainly) Mud: "Steel" Aika Sakata vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett (D)

[Crossedes]

God, the crowd had to be loving this view. That hot body, bare-breasted, covered in mud, squirming atop another woman's shoulders? Yuna would have loved to be out there getting an eyeful of this herself, but she found her own satisfaction in the way her muscles strained to hold Aika's significant weight aloft, the way the woman's body roiled against her shoulders, the sounds the big bitch made as she cried out. It was everything Yuna loved about this sport in one package, and she milked it, yanking down on Aika's chin and thigh to see how flexible she was. Judging by her complaints, not so much. "I'm... makin' you a star, girlie!"

Clearly, Aika didn't want to be a star - and no way Yuna could hold her aloft for long with her squirming given all the mud that covered them. She weighed too much, and the lift already had her abs, her shoulders, her thighs burning from the effort. The jostling all but had her bones wanting to pop out from her flesh. Fortunately, Yuna hadn't planned to keep Aika up there long, anyway, and she didn't hesitate after one more grunt and heave to make sure she had just enough of a grip to pull of what she had planned for the easily-shamed amazon.

Yuna strained, used Aika's twisting and turning to switch the torture rack into a fireman's carry, and with every ounce of strength in her body, hopped to the tune of a battle cry. She used her shoulders to propel Aika's hips off to the side, and she followed through by driving the woman toward the mud with an ugly, meaty F-5.

[Dubski]

Aika let out wailing whines of pain as she tried to break the Torture Rack. It had hurt so much, and she was shocked she was in this position. But she wanted let go immediately, and she'd do whatever she had to. The jerking and violent thrashing would only make it hurt that much more--but Sakata didn't know what else to do. "No no no no no...!" was all Steel could cry out as her body was being bent so horribly by her opponent without much in the way of anything she could do.

She wanted it stopped, and as soon as she felt like she was about to finally break free, the grip on her had adjusted, and she was instead held with her chest facing down now--much to her surprise. Aika Sakata shook her head worriedly, trying to break free once more. But it was no use. She was quickly spun around and sent flying. With a big splash, she landed painfully into the mud pool, her entire body being covered in the messy substance.

After a couple moments, Aika pushed out of the mud, just enough that she could take a desperate breath of air. Her body remained mostly submerged, dripping the slimy mud down her body as she coughed, head hung down as her body trembled. She was being thrown around and it took everything in her to just not be drowning in the mud right now. And Sakata didn't think she had the strength to do anything else as she was far too dazed and dizzied to do anything besides breathe.

[Crossedes]

Yuna had never seen so much mud fly so high, and she had gone mudding in a truck before. The Yankees had some good ideas sometimes.

But the explosion of mud from her and Aika's landing satisfied her so much more. The mud spurted to cover the Aussie from head to toe again, and her ass rocked hard against the canvas even below the mud from the landing. But she laughed like a woman possessed, looking like some demented hag as the mud ran down through her hair and across her face. The move would have been fun enough to pull off in a regular match, but the mud swirling to consume Aika's entire frame after the landing made it so much more entertaining.

The crowd enjoyed, too, though she was probably as disappointed as they were that the girl had disapp- oh, nope, there she was. She surfaced, sucking in breaths, and Yuna, content to let her tired shoulders rest a few more seconds, clapped for her, sending mud spattering. "Good for you, beauty! You didn't drown," she taunted, having ramped from teasing to demeaning her. As she spoke, she started rising, almost entirely out of her entire top herself, same as Aika. With it soiled, damp, just in the way, she yanked it off and threw it on top of the struggling heavyweight. The crowd worked into even more of a frenzy.

Sensing she had Aika on the ropes - and not sure how much more she could get out of the bigger girl - the bloodied one figured it was time to turn this into a demonstration. A violent, unhinged demonstration. Dropping her playfulness, she reached forward, snatching Aika up by the hair and neck, tried to muscle her between her muddy thighs. "Hold your fuckin' breath," she warned, set to turn the standing headscissor into a double underhook facebuster - going for a few of her greatest hits from old matches.

[Dubski]

There was nothing for Aika to do. Her breasts dangled into the mud as she barely kept herself above it to take desperate, whimpering breaths of air. Everything was fuzzy. She simply didn't know if there was anything left for her to do. A complete mess in the pool, just trying to keep from collapsing everything. A concern that was fortunately not a long lived one--she had other things to be worried about.

Steel's head was yanked between Yuna's legs. Aika limply hung there, her messy chest just gently waving for a moment as she hung there. Barely aware of what her position was, it became very clear that it was nearing the end for poor Aika Sakata. She was then swiftly brought up and sent slamming face-first into the mud pool once again! Mud splashed around both women as the bigger girl landed, completely out on impact.

She simply laid in the mud, sputtering and twitching in it as her tight, firm behind was sticking out of the mud. She was entirely submerged aside from that, and to everyone watching, it was very clear that Aika Sakata was finished in this match. Completely overwhelmed and outmatched, and nothing but humiliation to show from it.

[Crossedes]

Oh, yeah. A woman all too familiar with violence, Yuna could tell that she had caught Aika with all of that facebuster. Yeah, the mud slowed down the impact again, but the girl had her face buried down in it, probably had some up her nose, in her mouth, everywhere, and she had still made contact with the none-too-soft pool basin below. The crowd, slowly catching onto the fact that hot though she was, Yuna could be brutal, mixed between uncertain cheers and boos as the Australian perched up on Aika's shoulders, her smile sadistic, borderline lustful.

After soaking it in, she stood, slinging the mud from her arms. Fuck's sake, seeing the girl's mud-smeared behind sticking out of the mud could make even Yuna get hot and bothered. Didn't seem right for someone to have such a nice body and so little technique, but Yuna could see her role here - she was this bitch's wake-up call. "Bitch is in for the fuckin' crash course!" she declared, slicing her thumb across her own throat before she spanked the heavyweight's exposed rear - hard - to rouse her.

She followed the spanking by pulling on Aika's hips and bikini bottoms to yank her out of the mud. Ending the match in a knockout by drowning and a hospital or morgue visit wouldn't do. But Yuna wouldn't be doing much lifting after the torture rack. A woman could only lift a flailing heavyweight so many times without a knee failing. Rather than get cute, the Australian hauled the big bitch into a full nelson, though she didn't pressure the arms, and started dragging her toward the corner. "You got some talents to embrace, sweetheart," she whispered into her ear, bumping the woman's breasts with her elbows. "Keep that in mind after it's lights out."

[Dubski]

Aika Sakata seemed completely done by now. Her mind almost completely out of it as she laid in the mud. Her tight, toned ass was dripping with mud and sticking out, and it was only the spank on it that finally made her stir. She lifted her head, sputtering and gasping, but still looking out of it as the mud made her features unrecognizable now.

And shortly after, she was being forced to her feet. Her hips were grabbed as she stumbled about on rubber legs, her head laying low in a muddy mess, not able to help Yuna at all with the state she was in. The full nelson came after to help drag her into the corner.

She merely flopped around, being drug without resistance, just letting out soft groans and coughs. Aika was in a disastrous spot, and it looked like Yuna wasn't done with her quite yet.

[Crossedes]

Yuna didn't let her treatment of Aika, as if she were a calf that had to be separated from the herd, go to waste. With an eye still to the chaos, the mud, the sexual appeal, she stuck her tongue out at the crowd that lay before them as she walked over, letting them get a good fill of Aika's dripping chest as she shook her around and led her toward the turnbuckle. The way they cheered told her she appreciated it, but she could sense their restlessness, too - the same restlessness Yuna felt. "We made good progress today, little missie Steel." Big missie Steel, but who was counting? The "little" was more demeaning. "But I need to see one more thing from you - are you a quitter?"

That said, she shoved Aika against the side of the pool beneath the turnbuckle. Yuna herself swung around so she could sit on the edge in front of Aika. God, she almost wished the had asked her to do some fucking in this one. Another situation with a spicier, more receptive Aika, and she might have turned this into her first time fucking someone covered in mud. Maybe someday. Not deterred, she took a handful of Aika's muddy hair to pull her forward, trap the woman's chin and mouth against her crotch, and swing her legs up to scissor her. The reverse of her normal finisher... she wanted to see her face.

The legs quickly figure-foured, and Yuna took a grip of her own ankle to tighten that figure four a little bit more so her muscles all crammed against Aika's head, a sea of constricting muscles and mud. "You tap, or you sleep!"

[Dubski]

Aika Sakata was already beaten. There wasn't much of anything she could do in response to whatever Yuna may try at this point. Exhausted, bruised, and utterly broken now, she slumped in the corner, taking shallow breaths. She barely knew what was happening now, but she certainly wished that the match was over with the humiliating position she was in.

But she was being placed perfectly to get in position to be taken out in style. Her features just covered in mud, strong muscles caked in the messy substance, and she was promptly shoved into a front facescissor. Her arms rested at her sides as she wasn't even able to fight back. Eyes fluttered. She was in a miserable spot, very hotly pressed up against Yuna's crotch.

And then in short order, it became clear that Aika Sakata was out of it. Suffocated entirely in the hot position as the crowd cheered on her demise. Steel was beaten, humiliated, and knocked out all in one in the mud match, and when she woke up she was sure she wouldn't forget it.

[Crossedes]

Yuna couldn't think of many things in a wrestling match sans sex than the sight of Aika's pretty face between her legs, smeared in mud and drowsy, as the Aussie squeezed the last bit of desperate life from her. It looked amazing, felt amazing with the slipping and sliding of the mud and the woman's jaw trapped against her crotch, and sounded amazing with the crowd pining for it. Proper blood nights themselves. But it was clear Aika either wouldn't or couldn't tap. "You're a trooper or a masochist, Steelie. See you on the other side," she taunted, drawing the letters "KO" into the mud on Aika's forehead.

The satisfaction on the bloodied one's face increased as the life slipped out of Aika's eyes, and she almost shuddered when the woman's expression finally went blank. "Check her, bitch." The ref hadn't needed the urging, already lifting at Aika's arm to see if she had passed out. Yuna casually leaned back on the bottom rope, still holding Aika's head like a trophy, and only after the third time the woman's arm fell and the bell rang did she ease up even a little. She started to let Aika drop, but rather than having her drown in the mud, she took her by the shoulders and whirled her around so she was draped in the corner, half her breasts on display and her head lolling against the edge of the pool.

She pressed a foot against Aika's chest and flexed for the crowd. "How. The Fuck. Was that!?", she roared at them, earning the appreciation of most... and a few jeers. Whatever. Better than crowds usually liked her, whether the mud was responsible for the positivity or not.

The ref started to take her arm, but Yuna shook free. "Do I look like I'm fuckin' done!?", she asked, before she leaned way down, into Aika's face, uncertain if she had roused yet.

"You don't learn to use what you got, bitch," she began, taking Aika gently by the cheeks. "And this is your life. Got it?"

[Dubski]

Winner: Yuna Bennett