Big Trouble In Little China - Chun-Li vs. Sampson Obayana

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Regimented exercises routines as an Interpol Agent alongside her own strict adherence to her martial arts training ensured that Chun-Li possessed a certain degree of flexibility which enabled her some modicum of endurance to the spine contorting submission. Regrettably there was no such training regulation that entailed how best to overcome a wrathful behemoth with unscrupulous tactics straddled atop her like a barbaric beast of burden. Searing burns were becoming enflamed all throughout her massive legs as the gargantuan grappler strained Chun's tortured figure into a crescent moon shape, glistened perspiration shimmered off her mountainous thighs with certain camera angles capturing the anguish-laden submission in provocative ways that the Spring Orchid wouldn't exactly appreciate has she known about them.

She opted not to interpret Sampsons snide comment as a veiled jab at the seasoned martial artist's age since she'd had enough to cope with without being blinded by rage, except whatever contemplative blueprints Chun may have had towards escaping were deemed unnecessary via Sampson releasing the submission of his own accord. A feeble crumble of her lifeless legs meeting the canvas was accompanied with immediate relief throughout her fatigued physique until she was hefted upward. "Ngh..." Chun compelled into a sprinting slingshot into the turnbuckle that her back scarcely had time to settle against when a muscled mack truck was pancaked straight into her. Winded breaths were panted against Sampsons pectorals which the side of her face were squashed against for as long as her malicious adversary was pinned against her.

[ADarlingDucky]

For several long minutes, Sampson had taken the legendary fighter and flexed her into a brutal boston crab, her anguished cries ringing out as she was pushed to the limits of how flexible she could be, all while the cameras and crowd soaked in the spectacle. In spite of their desire to see the hero triumph over the villianous heel, Chun Li's groans and moans, combined with her curvy body being put on display in the submission, certainly gave them quite the view, and it was hard for them not to appreciate. Still, once Sampson finally released her, plucking her curvy frame off of the mat and grabbing hold of an arm, they were quick to show their displeasure as he swung her hard towards the corner of the ring! The impact resounded loudly, but the follow up smacking of body on body contact was enough to make a few wince, as Chun Li was utterly flattened by the massive man!

For a brief moment, Sampson would remain pressed against Chun Li, letting his weight rest on her, leaving her flattened against the buckles behind her. But then, all at once, the masked man would pull away, and very swiftly swing a leg out to hook Chun Li's out from under her, looking to drop her down right onto her behind in the corner, as he gazed down at her, a devious smile covering his face!

"Well, if you insist on sitting down... I guess I will too." The masked man would suddenly spin around, hooking his thumbs into his bottoms before lowering the back of them, exposing his ass to the woman seated in the corner. And without much time for her to even process or prepare herself, he would grip the ropes to either side of himself, before suddenly dropping his hips down and planting his bare ass on the legendary warrior's face! An act of humiliation so bold and brazen, it left the crowd stunned, as he delivered a stinkface to the street fighter!

[killcarrion]

Chun-Li could attest to the fact that she'd most definitely seen better days given how thoroughly one-sided this farce of a match was becoming. Sampson disregarding any notion of sportsmanship right at the match's inception in favor of duplicitous chicanery that the winded world warrior had struggled to overcome ever since. Valiant though her efforts were, the sinking realization of the inevitable only started becoming undeniable once she was contorted over herself in the Boston Crab without any feasible manner of escaping. Only released from the submission by Sampson's obnoxious whims with a substantial amount of strength sapped from her legendary legs in the process. Being robbed of her greatest advantage was beyond disheartening as she found herself hauled upward and ragdolled into a sprint towards the corner turnbuckle with whatever moment of reprieve she had upended by Sampsons massive musculature mashed against her with turnbuckle shaking reverberations.

"Hgh..." Chun squirmed beneath the mammoth frame with arms hooked over the adjacent top ropes. A flaccid fatigue to her curvaceous figure smushed underneath the reviled strongman's burly physique until she was allowed to breathe for a split second before tripped into a plummeting collapse onto her quivered backside. A reprieve was all that the Interpol Agent was earnestly wishing for at the moment, still yearning for a sliver of hope as she panted with opened eyes witnessing a far more wretched fate. Gawking in aghast revulsion, whatever crimson facial expression the fighter had was subsequently overtaken by the muscled hindquarters mushed into her virtuous visage. Chun's scrambled legs finding new life with her wrestling boots squeaking against the canvas as she endured the face swathing debasement, caked against his humid crevice which stifled her muffled repugnance. Clutched hands sunken into Sampson's thighs with the referee signaling for a rope break that no one believed the bully would adhere to anytime soon...