Ina Rosenbaum vs Monica Jackson - Setting An Example

[Violet]

She hissed, the only reply she could muster against the jarring insults of her foe. She was now the one coiled on the mat, reeling and writhing in pain at the mercy of the hands of her lighter foe diminishing her confidence earlier on. Her body betraying her as she can't force them to attack as if developing a mind of their own from the numbness. "Silence!! Nobody talks that way..against a Rosenbaum!!", Ina snarled as she tried to rise.

Ina whimpered as her hair was tugged forcing her up to her knees, facing the ropes. Her eyes widened in shock as Monica's hand slithered across her neck to choke her out. "Urghhh!", Ina gasped in pain as her cheeks puffed out, the air rushing out of her lungs. Back arched as her body tensed from the hit and the choke. One arm trying to pry her small arm around her neck. One arm stretched out trying to reach the seemingly zooming out ropes.

She knew that going there would be futile as even if she managed to, she might be too groggy from the struggle. So she would shoot back that stretch out arm to try and hit elbows straight to the side of Monica's head. If successful, she would rush towards the ropes, pulling on them to help her stand up. Knees wobbling as her roots were unsteady. If Monica didn't take advantage of her position, Ina would bring the fight to her instead running towards her charging at her, folding her arm to try to hit Monica with a backhanded chest slap.

[RJD]

Monica tightened her arm around Ina's neck as she tried to choke out the bitch, or at least she would get a close as she could at this point, being somewhat aware that Ina wouldn't go down that easy. The lightweight would be thrown off as an elbow strike caught her at the side of her head, making Monica alleviate her choke, and another elbow strike was enough to make the smaller wrestler let go, as she held her jaw.

As Monica let go she turned around instinctively as her head was knocked that way, but she would turn back and try to step towards Ina again, but the military lady charged her first and reeled her arm back before smacking the back end of her hand right across Monica's large breasts.

" Ahhh! " Monica cried out, stumbling to the side as she cradled her sore chest, wincing and biting her bottom lip as she now felt her back press against the ropes.

[Violet]

Ina was in a tough position. Her arms were strong and vice like grip for her lightweight frame, suggesting that her foe is a brawler. But she is not here to compliment some wrestler, she’s here to win! So she mustered all her strength to fight back, she swung her arm out to hit her opponent square to her busty chest.

She heard her move smack against her opponent’s flesh making her form a grin through the hurt look in her face. All the moves certainly took a toll in her as she is still trying to power through the pain.

Ina would then try to smack her opponent’s chest again first before grabbing her bottoms by its waistband and a fist of hair before turning her hips to throw Monica back to the center of the mat on her tailbone. Hoping the pain would keep her there for a while, she would then run towards her with two of her feet aimed towards Monica’s back in a dropkick for revenge!!

[RJD]

Monica was in a lot of pain from that smack to her breasts, Ina certainly didn't pull her punches. The lightweight's posture was weakened as she crouched down slightly and cried out in pain, barely managing to stand up properly again before her breasts were pounded again, bouncing with a loud 'smack'. That bitch certainly didn't pull her punches.

" Ahhh! Fucking! " Monica cussed, as Ina went around and nearly behind her, those arms suddenly locking around the lightweight's waist In a tight hold, before one moved up to instead grip her hair and yank it up tightly, with the other arm still cupping her rather slim waist. For a moment the lightweight was held in this embarrassing position, looking pitiful before she was suddenly thrown as Ina turned around, landing right on the side of her hip, and bouncing painfully onto her front.

" Ughh... " Monica grumbled, as she started to push up into a seated position, just in time for Ina to throw herself into her back with a painful drop kick, battering her back and Spiking her chest and head forward into the canvas, as the hardass lightweight let out a satisfying pitiful squeal of pain. Monica was left face down on the canvas by that beatdown.

[Violet]

Revenge is the only thing that reverberated inside her head right now. Make her opponent realize how she is nothing compared to her. She wants to break every limb in her body and make sure that she is never gonna live this down. Her eyes were glaring at Monica with intent. If this is a cartoon, she would have flames in her eyes by now.

Monica’s whimpers and squeals only fueled that flame even more. She wants more….more...more!!! Ina thought as she looked at her writhing opponent. She then balled her hair to her fist and tugged it hard to force her up to the point their eyes met.

”I really liked playing with you. It’s fun. But all fun has to end at some point!”, Ina said indifferently to her opponent before pushing her head down between her thighs bending her over. Ina then wrapped her arms around the poor girl’s waist keeping her in place. Bending her knees for a while to build momentum. In a show of acrobatics, she would then try to flip herself along with Monica before landing in a seated position spiking her head first to the mat with her finisher, Roll Of Fate!!

[RJD]

Monica was still panting against the ground as Ina came up to her, crouching down to cruelly wrap the downed lightweight's hair around her fist, earning a groan initially, and then a chorus of mixed noises as the bigger woman lifted Monica's dead weight with only that leverage on her hair. The street fighter was red faced from the pain as she was lifted fully up to her feet, hands gently trying to uncoil her hair from Ina's closed fist. " O-Off the fucking hair... " Monica whined, her tone coming across far more pitiful as she had intended.

Monica then heard those foreboding words before Ina stuffed her head right between those thick thighs, feeling then press into the side of her head as suddenly she was lifted, but was far too disorientated to make out what was happening, until her head was drilled mercilessly into the cold canvas.

The tough lightweight flopped over into a spread eagle position, eyes glazed over as she looked up at the ceiling, panting for air. The ring was spinning, and Monica was distracted by the blinding lights overhead, the lightweight had experienced being knocked extremely loopy before, and she was certainly in that state now.

" Ughhh.... " Monica grumbled, as she just laid on the mat completely beaten down.

[Violet]

Lips curled into a grin as she felt Monica’s body follow her in a whim with a tug of her hair. Finally trying to deliver the coup de grace by placing the poor girl between her kissable smooth thighs. She then forced their bodies together, interlocking them as her mounds pressed against Monica’s back.

”Ein Beispiel! [An example]”, Ina mumbled as she executed her move perfectly. She could never let Monica ruin her plan so early in her debut. She put up a big fight, someone worthy of the art that is wrestling. But she should not waste the opportunity to set an example to the crowd and the whole roster now with her opponents legs folded up right in front of her.

She would slip her legs right under Monica’s shoulder so the ref won’t count it as a pin. ”My..my!! What do we have here”, Ina said with a chuckle as she would tease Monica for a while by pulling on her bottoms waistband for a while. She would then yank it down with one swift motion to fully expose her to the crowd.

She would give Monica’s buttcheeks a smack before digging her fingers in, letting that luscious skin slip through between her fingers as she showed her off to the crowd.

[RJD]

Monica was held compactly by the thicker woman's body, her large mounds pressing down into her back and her thighs wrapping around the lightweight's head, before Ina leaped forward and drilled the beaten down woman's head right into the canvas. Monica was devastated by that sickening blow to her head, gasping as she impacted the cold canvas. The lightweight's legs dangled down over the front of her body in a humiliating position, her perky butt pointing nearly directly up, apart from the slight angle at which it bent towards her face.

Monica had assumed that a pinfall would follow, but she would feel those legs go under her shoulders, which meant that Ina was keeping her in this position and not letting the fun end yet. The domineering blonde would pull on and teasingly tug Monica's waist band, causing her to wriggle her hips and try to pull away fruitlessly.

" Ughh...w-what are... you doing?! " Monica grumbled out with a tint of desperation in her voice, blushing bright red and squealing as her bottoms were pulled down. Monica's ass juggled slightly as those tight trunks were pulled down her creamy thighs towards her ankles, before she was spanked in the ass hard.

" Ahhhh! " Monica moaned, struggling as she then felt those hands firmly grasp both her butt cheeks, eyes widening as her cheeks were spread and pinched between fingers, as the defeated wrestler was presented to the crowd.

" N-no! " Monica cried out, as Ina dug into those bouncy cheeks, holding that booty just about eye level with her chest as she was left free to do whatever she wanted.

[Violet]

Ina’s lips curled into a haughty grin as she admired her opponent’s groggy state. She knew by then she won’t be able to do a thing. Monica’s body and fate for tonight were in her control by now as she played her foe even more as she yanked her bottoms right down her ankles. There is something better in dominating someone remotely as strong as her than just beating poor jobbers. It was a satisfying feeling as she knew that she worked for it and Ina would relish that fact by humiliating her foe even more.

She didn’t want it to end yet. She wouldn’t have left a mark if she pinned her then and there. She slid her thighs under Monica’s shoulder to serve that very purpose. But also to keep her in that position like an anvil as her hands would serve to pound her in that very position.

”Setting you as an example. Sit back and enjoy”, Ina teased as she yanked her bottoms down her ankle right past Monica’s head. Spanking her ass with a loud satisfying smack before kneading her juicy butt like dough as the luscious skin spills out between her fingers at each squeeze.

Monica’s whimpers, cries and begs only made matter worse for the lightweight as Ina didn’t let go but pushed further then running her fingers down the contours of her exposed plump sex. Ina would tease it for a while just probing for oversensitive spots as she would split her lower lips apart exposing her more as her thumb worked Monica’s pearl trying to send sensations of pleasure in her foe’s body.

[RJD]

Monica was compactly folded up and held tightly in place by Ina's body, everything from the way she was pinned to her exposed butt and womanhood was cripplingly humiliating, and she blushed and mewed as her butt was kneaded passionately and without reserve. The lightweight wondered when the other woman would be done playing with her, but would shiver and moan as Ina did something surprising.

" A-ah~ " Monica gasped, as she felt her contours being traced by those fingers, face red as a tomato. Monica would beg and moan for her to stop, before Ina found a few sensitive spots that made her cry out in pleasure, gasping and panting as she was teased, her sex getting wetter by the time those lower lips were split.

Monica was overwhelmed, moaning and squirming helplessly as her clit was worked by that thumb, the street fighter letting out a chorus of mixed cries and exhaled as she was worked over quickly, the inexperienced woman being driven to more and more pleasure at a hazing rate, feeling her body tense and then release.

" I-Inaa! " Monica cried out as she came, her exposed womanhood and Ina's hand being coated in her juices as she burst, not even taking that long to reach orgasm. The lightweight's raised sex would drop slightly as her flood gates were opened, down onto her chest and torso.