Takao Okimoto vs Aoki Natsumi- Torn Titans

[SwordSavior1]

Such a gratifying experience. Like laying down on a new water bed after one long stress day at the gym, complete with her body almost sinking into Aoki's while completely ironing out the smother specialist. As with most mattresses, they remain immobile and only exist to satisfy their master. Every additional sway or rub caused further fabric to scatter around. The poor worker who had to clean up the mess was going overtime.

She expected a surrender in form of squeaking, but received a rude awakening instead. Even after no longer feeling her opponent's body, Takao still felt the air dance around while her head felt like throbbing. The separation also meant that their torn attires could be seen in all their glory from a spectator's perspective. Tears being spread across the torso, opening even more as you went further up the body. Almost like you could fit a zipper in there.

Having tended to her face long enough, Takao was about to return to business and resume flattening her prey. However Aoki turned out to make recovery sooner than she expected. The first thing in Takao's line of view was a sprinting half-naked blur. Her face was victim to another sudden strike, almost leading to a broken nose. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pain and force being too overwhelming leading to the veteran toppling onto her back, arms crossed over face again.

[Violet]

The grapple seemed to have taken something from the both of them as pieces of their outfit lay spangled all over the mat in a pool of teal and purple. It was clear though that Aoki’s got more shattered in that exchange as it looked like one more tug on both sides would expose her whole front already, topping off her overall spent look. Her breasts bounced crazy with her nipples exposed and erect after that intimate rubbing Takao did to her.

Aoki’s head spun crazy by the time her feet touched the mat again. It felt like she was going to crumble. But she wouldn’t let up just yet, not until her cute foe goes limp in her smother! She picked herself up and shot a devastating boot kick to Takao’s face. The thump from it made Aoki smile wide, for having a move finally connect with no counter in sight from the brunette.

Aoki then grabbed her by her hair and tugged her up. She then spun her around so that her bare breasts pressed against Takao’s back. She would then try to grope Takao’s breasts from behind. Letting the luscious skin slip through her fingers as she kneads her chest like dough.

”Hmmm...not terrible but could be better…, Aoki teased with the same words her foe used. She would then try to grip her foe’s rack harder before arching her back lifting Takao up as she would try to slam the giantess to the turnbuckles in a boobplex!!

[SwordSavior1]

Consider the state of their uniforms, a stretch from a certain angle may cause the remaining bits to just slip off entirely, leaving them to fight nude, not that it was problematic for a woman who desired contact beyond all else. The accumulated sweat causing her large perky breasts to stick and shine even further. This section of a match was becoming a blur for Takao as every ensuing moment happened in succession.

Unable to guard against the big boot, Takao fell onto her back like a dropped anvil causing the ring to shake for a split-second. A sharp eye caught the giantess' assets bouncing for yet another team in between the strike and collision. The position seemed perfect for a smother hold, but the bluenette insisted on numbing her prey instead.

"Auhhhhhhh!" Grunting in disgusted from her hair being tugged with no restraint. In an unusual turn of events, she was twirled around by her usually less imposing opponent, getting a little breast massage in the process. Takao bit her tongue to conceal any moans while cheeks burned up, wishing to not lose any more dignity.

"Don't...test....your" Glancing back at her foe with burning eyes, returning to usual animosity. Still feeling a bit groggy thanks to the big boot, Takao did her best to pull one leg back as if attempting to cut the air once again, but it turned out to be futile as her entire body flew across the ring once again by the sensual throwing manoeuvre. Considering their grinding game earlier, there was no denying how close they still were to the corner. Her neck dropping onto the middle turnbuckle leading to distorted gagging. Arms grasping the ropes but otherwise little stability.

[Violet]

She's about to turn the tables in this match, she could feel it, she's gonna emerge as the victor and make this cute girl pay for what she did to her. This has been the highest she has been in since the start of the match after all her moves were countered the worst way she could possibly think of. The feel was exhilirating, she loved the competition more than anything else, a change of pace after being pinned to the scripts in custom wrestling.

She felt she needed to change her tactics a bit. Outclassed in the submission department so far, she decided to mix things up and tire out her opponent even more. The boot kick worked perfectly in that regard knocking her off her feet but she felt she has to do more. She then found a way to sneak in a few gropes against Takao, the face she made because of it made Aoki grin in excitement thinking of doing it more later on "Ohh yeahh?? Don't test my what? I'm gonna do what I want from now on and i'll make sure you won't be able to complain.", Aoki teased as she then arched her back and tossed her to the corner in a perfect maneuver. But she let out a whimper when she did it, the strain of the bearhug revealed itself at the point where she had no time for it, she had to press on. In her defence, tossing someone bigger than you up and backwards isn't easy either, so that might be it.

Even so, the pain made her realize she had tp end this quick if she ever want to have the chance to win this, it has to be now. Aoki slinged herself forward, hoping that she had hindered her foe enough. Aoki crouched down, her shoulder jutted like a spear locked on Takao's midsection to knock the wind out of her!!

[SwordSavior1]

Is this what her first major setback in LAW will be? Being bested by some braggard who was close to breaking down minutes before, somebody Takao had a good grasp for the majority of the match. Losing at this point would be a great insult to her skills, as well bolster the bluenette's ego even further. She needed to returned to a more focused state, during the days when she could take on greater goliaths.

Her failed legswipe led to massive consequences, for if she hit the turnbuckle at a slightly different angle she might have been seriously injured from being knocked out in such a minor "Luck...don't do anything stupid..." Glaring at her rival while being forced in rather unusual position, feeling she has said this enough times to foolish foes. Even if she fought matches without being upright, her neck hanging back and knees bending far led to minor discomfort. "Hmph..." Catching onto the whimper, realising that such a throw didn't come with a catch. She was ready to make this hunk of fluff squeal.

As Aoki approached, the larger woman used the ropes to elevate her long legs into the air. Taking a deep breath and observing the other heavyweight's movements, those crushing thighs suddenly clinched around Aoki's neck, thus preventing the tackle and holding her in place. What turned out to be more surprising was Takao pressed against the ropes once again to raise her body even further, leading to a special sight of the larger woman trying to balance herself on top of her opponent's shoulders. She was perfectly aware that this state would be very temporary, so she used her leg muscles to pivot Aoki away from the corner and then leaning back using those same leg muscles to swing her foe overhead for a frankensteiner.

[Violet]

Hide them! Weakness is not something to be revealed, not in a crucial fight like this. But the purple clad fighter wasn’t able to reign herself from reacting about the pain that lingered on her back. The suplex just strained her more, the pain was like a beast awaken that rattled her. The jolt was quick and sudden, like a light jab from a spear that paralyzed her for a second.

It was clear that Takao saw through it, she had to be able to with her experience. Still, she gave her a sneer, trying to hide the chill that ran down her spine at the sudden confident look of her opponent just after that move with a confidence of her own.

She shot forward like a cannonball, with her body crouch down and shoulder put forward. She’d make this giantess know that she isn’t something to be messed with. But her shoulder strike met nothing but air, her lips went dry and eyes shot wide open. Face was imprisoned once again between Takao’s pale smooth inner thighs once again, but now it was in a more perilous position.

Her heart sank as she felt Takao pivot her hips and dive down to toss her over. Her world turned upside down at the same time she did in the Frankensteiner. Her screams of pain almost just as loud as the thud from the fall that reverberated all over the ring. She sat up, both hands on her arched back, eyes shut close with wells of tears at their corners. The burning pain on her spine was too much for her to be thinking about the danger of having Takao behind her unopposed.

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Takao's confidence in her own skills AND physique could be described as a weakness, if she wouldn't take obstacles at a moderate curve or only believe in any shortcomings were due to luck, there won't be any incentive for any improvement at all.

To her Aoki was somebody fragile underneath that large chest and conceited, but someone to still be approached with the least bit of caution otherwise both of them won't be walking out of this ring free. Words and a rigid face can go a long way.

Even with the accompanied risk of 190lbs ploughing into her, Takao remained unfazed not even bothering to reposition her head. Her legs shot out from the den, stopping Aoki mid-charge. "Close...but not enough" Continuing to batter the bluenette's psyche as well her body. Having turned the other woman into a statue, she thrusted Aoki like javelin across the ring.

As a result of the frankensteiner, Takao would have made a perfect flip onto her stomach just as her victim crashed into the mat, sounding off a little drum solo. It was appropriate to announce the last performance, having just enough energy to pull it off. "There is others worth crying for..." Her tone sounding ominous while pulling up to a stand and stepping backwards, fully aware of Aoki's location. Being crouched as usual, the submission specialist wished to use her gifts by reaching back for the crying girl's leg leg. A tug later would most likely shift the bluenette onto her stomach once more. Having no time to waste, she forcibly bent that leg into a triangle shape before knotting our own jaws around Aoki's thighs keeping that shape. Sudden she flipped around to face Aoki, now applying pressure from both of her legs against the bent knee area as well. The stress test was not just a name.

Spoiler

[Violet]

Some things are better left untold. In this case, it is how that bearhug tortured her back. She tried to hide it with all her might. Burying it under like the deepest of her secrets. But her reflex betrayed her, spilling it out with a whimper. The feeblest of sounds. Yet it gave Takao just what she needed to fight back.

Just like that, everything turned upside down for the purple fighter. Just as she did for being tossed across the ring. She hit the mat on her damaged back, landing was rough and hard. The feeling burned through her. The throbbing sharp pain crept around her body like knives stabbing her over and over. She arched and held her back, craning her head upward and staring at the ceiling with her glassy half-closed eyes. The lights blinded her. Peace in the midst of this chaos. She has to turn this back at her favor again, she thought. ”I..I’m..gonna make you cry!, in a last resort to keep some dignity, she growled.

Things would turn south for her once again, as she felt Takao capture her ankle. Her face went pale, lips dry, and eyes opened wide. Her heart skipped a beat, recognizing the impending doom. If she’s learned something in this match, it would be that Takao’s holds hurt like hell. And it’s like she’s due for another lesson again ”No!!, Aoki protested. Short but concise, as she found no way to counter it.

”Ngahhhhahhhh!!” Her screams of agony took the arena. Thrashing her body to distract her from the sharp pain that slowly built on her calf and knee. She pushed her upper body forward trying to unfurl her foe’s hold with her own hands but did nothing of the sort as it just merely grazed it. The pain is just too much. She fell back again, her face looked dire. Not so from the pain that tortured her but more on her disappointment to herself. She couldn't afford and didn’t want to lose but found no other way out of this. After a few moments of torture, just so that she could tell herself that she tried, she finally broke. Tapping the mat relentlessly. Letting out a loud cry that pierced the hearts of all that watched. Dialing down their cheers recognizing what hell Aoki had been through. She fought hard but still, the bell resoundingly rang signifying her defeat.

[SwordSavior1]

Takao's body has been through sufficient punishment in this match alone. Having been choked multiple times, struck in the face and just recently hitting her head against the steel. However she just wouldn't slow down while stressing her body for years on end, in and and out of the ring. Would it take another illness to slow her charge or something internal shall break on the way? Her opponent having bit more she can chew, allowed the giantess to form a plan when it came to turning Aoki into rubble.

Having practiced the frankensteiner enough times, it meant she didn't botch the move or inflict any damage to herself. Yet the site of two heavyweights flying around still earned massive attention from spectators of every corner. Further body fluids shining in the spotlight. Victory within her grasp. Takao couldn't be more fired up to approach the fallen and apply one of her finishers.

A procedure that required two legs and an arm snagging the knee, she ensured her body was properly grounding so any amount of thrashing wouldn't shake Takao away. Even if it was concentrating on a single body part, being one so important made the hold just as debilitating. Just as always after locking in a submission, her dense thighs rubbed against Aoki's flabby set and somehow not losing any pressure. "This dance ends here..." Her words were not a promise, they were a guarantee even if the bluenette may resemble modern art in a few minutes. Eventually everything paid off for Takao as the surrender was made clear. Slipping the previously arm out and spreading her legs apart, Aoki was no longer in a state of further suffering.

Rather than stand up, today's winner sat back and observed the broken body in front of her as well evaluating the match. Wasn't terrible but could be better, a suitable description for the bout and today's partner. "You are certainly a unique player...if only you had a little more muscle and concentration" Saying her thoughts out in the open.

Her leg was still feeling a bit hungry after that sensual grind. Noticing how unsymmetrical Aoki's attire was now, Takao wondered if she can help with stress relief. Ensuring that Aoki was lying on her back, the veteran grasped the wounded leg once more but didn't try bending. She then raised and arched her leg before sliding across the broken beauty's belly, flexing her thigh muscles once again while Aoki's belly and breasts were given a hard brush, swiping any remaining rags on the side. The smooth sensation made Takao hum with pleasure as she played with her prize.

[Violet]

It was clear who was the better fighter between the two in the course of this match. It was evident by how Takao seemed to know her way around her no matter what she does, putting her in painful moves that she is in no way of ever recuperating from in time. The competition was just too tough for the custom wrestling queen but she tried her best nonetheless.

The match is finally over and it’s a resounding defeat for the purple fighter. Her struggles were evident by the screams that filled the arena.The move was just too painful and tortured her knee. And the possibility of getting out of it seems far from hand so she had no choice but to tap. She then rolled to her side, tucking her throbbing knee and embracing it with her arms to try to soothe the pain. ”T..th..thanks.. I’d get the better of you next time!”, Aoki mumbled in response to Takao's remarks.

Her eyes then gaped, paralyzed like her sinking heart as Takao snatched her damaged leg. It spelled doom for her, thinking that she’d be put in that hold again while she’s defenseless post-match. Although Takao didn’t look like someone that would do that, it’s fair for the bluenette to think that way because of the predicament she was just in moments ago. It wasn’t the case though as Takao then slid her leg on top of her exposed stomach giving her a hard brush that slightly distracted her from the pain. Their body glistened with sweat bounced light from across the arena in this sensual grind. Soft skin rubbing against soft skin. It made Aoki stifle a moan, not wanting to draw pleasure from this right after her loss. Even so, it was clear that she actually is as she wasn’t even aware that her outfit was completely ripped off of her leaving her naked on the ring!!