Ina Rosenbaum vs Monica Jackson - Setting An Example

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Rache!! The befitting word to the journey she had embarked on. It seemed like Monica was the first hurdle in her path, all but shattered now for Ina to walk all over. She had all intention to break this woman with all her might and have fun while doing it. Taking her body as some sort of property, a toy to play with until bored, slowly subduing her like a submissive slut

Lithe fingers worked the fine line of Monica’s exposed sex. Every finger tasked with one spot to work on, graceful strokes that sent jolts of pleasurable sensation down Monica’s core and up her spine. Finding her way down her body, exploring all its secrets and leaving no stones unturned as she worked her in front of the crowd. ”Such slutty noises you’re making there. Aren’t you aware there are millions watching you here and at home? Or do you want to be seen this way?”, Ina taunted with a huge smile on her face.

The rocking of Monica’s body just worked her up even more. Increasing the pulse and speed of her fingers slowly turning to a crescendo forcing her foe’s body to go with its rhythms. Ina let out a moan too as Monica called her name. Her fingers twitched by the force of Monica’s juices gushing out of her sex. It’s like a dam that was broken, ravaging everything in its path with her lovely juices.

”Well that’s fast! I didn’t even get to enjoy it! Such a neglected body you have.”, Ina purred before pushing her soaked digits to Monica’s gaped mouth. Running it around her soft lips like lipstick before pushing it all in her mouth forcing her to suck her own juices as Ina would start to go down Monica’s ravaged sex exploring it with her slithery tongue, slurping all the juices she has left.

[RJD]

Monica tensed and released as Ina swiftly drove her towards orgasm, the street fighter was naturally more of a fighter than a lover, so Ina's experienced touch was too much for her to handle. The lightweight cried out her opponent's name In ecstasy right as she came.

Monica blushed bright, as Ina pushed her fingers into her mouth after teasingly coating her lips. The lightweight was forced to taste her own juices while the larger wrestler went down on her, lapping hungrily on her sex.

Monica let out a low moan as her nethers were explored, face twisting in pleasure as she threw her head back, mouth stuck agape as she occasionally moaned and panted, left completely vulnerable and helpless after being dominated physically and then sensually by Ina.

" I-I give up! " Monica cried out, losing her competitive edge now that things had taken a softer and more humiliating turn. Monica knew she was too beat up to have a comeback, especially if Ina continued to make things sexual.

[Violet]

Humiliation is a fine art. It drives people crazy. The crowd that witnesses the dominance unfurl with glee. The perpetrator that savors each and every second of it, basking in her glory. And the loser, who is sometimes just too weak to fight back, forced to watch herself be displayed to the world like a trophy. This is the scene right now. And it elicited a toothy grin from Rache.

A loud slurp came from her mouth when she finally craned her head backwards to leave Monica's sopping sex. It's like she just sipped a hearty broth from the looks of it. Cheeks painted with a light pink hue as she gulped the lightweight's warm honey. Her eyes stared at her foe's rocking and spasming hips. It was a behold to see it up close. She could watch that forever, she thought. Something she truly owns.

That satisfied look was soon changed with a cold, stern glare at Monica's crying face. Those words took a while to register in her mind, thinking she hasn't had enough just yet. "I'll tell you when you'll give up!!", She yanked her bottoms completely off her and twirled it in the air. "See this? Du gehörst mir!! [you belong to me]", she pushed her by her butt, rolling her forward as she stood up herself.

Arms darted towards Monica's tresses, yanking it and balling it to fists to force her up. One hand slithered to her shoulder to lead her to the corner. "We're gonna have fun, meine kleiner Mädchen [my little girl]", the tone ominous and with a slight chuckle. She rammed her head to the turnbuckle, trying to stun her and make her obedient. Turning her around forcefully, she grabbed her leg by the back of her knee and hoisted it by the middle rope. She also did it with the other but to the opposite rope to spread her over. Exposing her wet sex once again, she teased it with her knee. Running circles here and there to make it sensitive again. And in an act of sadism, she rammed that knee up her crotch like a cannon trying to break her foe to pieces!!

[RJD]

Monica squirmed and mewed uncontrollably as Ina lapped at her sex greedily, her already exhausted body being driven to and past pleasure, the lightweight being plunged into a deep ecstasy unlike anything she had felt before. The beaten down wrestler panted more and more, even after Ina retreated from her hips, which still trembled slightly.

The space that the dominant beauty occupied was left empty as Monica stared into it, cheeks flushed as she listlessly looked ahead. Monica let out a quiet disgruntled squeak as her hair was grabbed again, hands weakly moving to grab at Ina's hand, but being far too slow to catch her before she was pulled up and they were in motion.

The lightweight stumbled groggily towards the corner, still being completely deprived of energy. " Ughh... " Monica grumbled as her head was slammed into the top turnbuckle pad, causing the street fighter to get disorientated, not even being fully aware of the situation Ina was lifting her into, leaving her legs spread over the second ropes, exposing her wet sex for all to see.

Monica sank back further into the canvas and let out a drawn out moan, staring forward at her new owner's sexy body, and being worked over even easier than before, moaning like her plaything after all the overwhelming attention Ina had been giving her physically.

Then Monica felt that knee be rammed hard into her crotch, making her cry out in such a high pitch that her voice crackled somewhat, the tough lightweight getting teary eyed from that sudden pain as she slumped forward slightly, hands moving to cradle her pained sex. Monica's winced and grimaced, face straining in agony, visibly showing Ina just how devastated she was by that cruel low blow.

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The writing was already etched on the wall at this point. The streetfighter was reduced to a mewling, screaming, whimpering garbage as Ina slammed her hard knee to her weak, oversensitive sopping sex. The sound that Monica made tickled her ears and sent a spark to her heart like how classical music would. "Shhhhhhh….", Ina cooed trying to stop her from crying like a baby. She ran her palm on the side of her cheek, grazing upwards until she found her hair grabbing it forcefully. She pulled Monica closer until their forehead touched, pushing against hers with a modicum pressure to assert dominance, not that she needed at the state of her foe right now.

"Ahhhhhh...Here comes the airplane!", Ina cooed as she then shoved Monica's panties down her throat, gagging her.. "Now...let's complete the look..shall we?", Her arms then darted to Monica's bra unclipping it forcefully before throwing it to the hungry crowd. Ina couldn't help herself but grope the lightweight's perky bosom as her weakened state excites her.

But every good thing has to end at some point. Ina tugged Monica away from the corner with her raven hair, dragging her beaten body towards the center of the ring. Turning her around so her back would be facing her, Ina would claw Monica’s crotch, even harder than she’d need to be. Her nails dug in her ravaged flesh, her middle and ring finger deep inside her sex pulling her up that way to set her up, lying on her shoulders and dropping her down hard in her finisher, Jobber Crusher!

[RJD]

As Monica wept over her burning crotch Ina disgraced her further with taunting, running her hand up the beaten down lightweight's face as if she felt sorry for her or remorseful, but Ina instantly trampled over that interpretation by grabbing and pulling Monica's hair hard, pushing her forehead against Monica's own, forcing eye contact as Ina cemented that currently Monica was her bitch.

Ina then went out of her way to rub salt in the wounds, taking Monica's panties and stuffing them deep into her mouth, saliva running down the improv ball gag made from the sweat covered material, as the lightweight struggled not to drool in this state with her mouth stuffed full. Ina then also stripping Monica's bra to leave her completely naked for the crowd, before then throwing the bra to the crowd.

" Mmpm...nn... " Monica squealed out, moaning into her panties as her bare breasts were roughly kneaded and crushed by Ina's rough grip. Ina taking advantage of Monica's crushed state for as long as she wanted, using her body until boredom struck and she yanked Monica out of the corner and towards the middle of the ring, turning her around and grabbing her pussy roughly with a claw grip.

Ina scratched and clawed Monica's exposed pussy, causing tears to roll down the street fighter's cheeks as she let out muffled whines, choking on her panties as she struggled and squirmed, putting up a pathetic resistance until Ina finally started to lift her over her shoulders, standing tall with her naked prize stretched out atop her shoulders, the light shining down on her body.

Ina then dropped down, crushing Monica's spine from the impact, the pain very nearly knocking Monica out as she was drilled into those shoulders, falling limp to the side onto her front, face down on the mat with her panties still in her mouth, and her bare ass sticking up as her breasts were squished down into the canvas. Monica didn't move even remotely, as it was now abundantly clear that Ina hadn't just beaten her, but alsp completely crushed the poor lightweight.

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A win so decisive at the very start of her career here deserves to be savoured until the very last bite. And Ina did just that as she drove home the point of who's the better woman to her pathetic foe and everyone who watched. She abused her with no remorse, turning her to nothing but a naked girl in the ring.


She kept her on her shoulder for a while, wanting the crowd to get a good look of what her opponents would look like by the end every single time! Then she delivered. Smashing her body to her shoulders into pieces and letting her ragdoll to the mat face first. "Quite pathetic of you here. We could see your butt sticking out!!", Ina chuckled as she put a foot down on it and then to the back of her head, practically standing on top of her.

She grinded her heel down on her head, wanting her foe to get a good taste of the mat. She wouldn't stop until Monica's drools were dripping all over the canvas as she would then casually move aside and flip her limp body over with her feet. Quite bad of her to drop face first and have her still work to get the pin. Tch. She then put her foot down right beside both of her shoulders. Would she schoolgirl pin her? Absolutely. Not. She doesn't deserve it. She planted her boot down on her face, the stilleto of her boots pressed on the gag on her mouth pushing it harder, the sole grinding on her forehead.

She crossed her arms, chin held up high as she listened to the boos of the crowd, ignoring it with a smug look on her face. They don't deserve the reaction from her, she thought. "Count!!", She growled at the seemingly reluctant referee. "1…..2…"

[RJD]

Monica dropped down right on her face, completely naked and devastated, with her panties still stuffed entirely into her mouth, panting against them and drooling. The lightweight only writhed as Ina put her foot on her butt, hips wriggling very slightly before that foot then moved to her head, pressing and grinding her down into the canvas, causing Monica to gag as her panties were stuffed deeper in her mouth.

The superior Ina then used her foot to turn Monica around, her arms falling flat to the canvas as her bare breasts were unprotected, same with her exposed pussy which was brushed by a light breeze. Ina then placed her boot atop Monica's face, stepping on it as she pushed the panties deeper, forcing the beaten down lightweight to gag more and squirm, meanwhile the ref looked down in pity for a second, before starting to count.

" One...! Two...! Three!... " the ref called out, before signalling for the bell to be rang, and offering to hold Ina's hand up with one hand, while announcing into the mic she held in the opposite hand.

" The winner of the match, by pinfall, is In Rosenbaum! " the ref called out, while Monica was still spread eagle under her foot, completely disgraced and laid bare.

[Violet]

Dominance at its finest. A stiff boot pushing down on gagged mouth, pinning a naked carcass on the ring with a count nothing but a formality, Arms crossed under her bust, she scoffed at the pity of the referee over the gagging mess under her heel. Quite foolish for someone who’s the only other left standing in a ring with her in it. The thirst for brutality still lingers inside her. And it needs to be quenched. She hunched forward, looking at the face that oh so many pity for. How could they? She’s nothing but a jobber. Getting pinned like this is her fate. She might even be enjoying it.

Something was missing. A memento. Something to cement her debut in this promotion. To announce her intent to destroy. Declaring war to those unworthy of the ring. So when the bell inevitably rang. By the time the ref started to reluctantly raise her hand, her fist flew to clock her. The referee fell to the mat limp like bricks. Tch. She’s even worse but still lovely to beat up.

A twisted thought raced in her mind, urging her to tug the tresses of the ref’s. She lumbered her to her feet. Putting her head right between her meaty thighs, her arms snatched the poor girl’s own and hooked it by her elbow. She then turned themselves over, leaving her upside down behind her. Taking a few steps back towards the body of her rested down the mat, primed to be the punishing padding of the ref’s skull in her fall. Then, she executed her move Ragdoll, spiking her down neck first to Monica’s naked frame. Letting their patheticness bundle a heap, she gathered herself up to leave. Walking up the rampway, she brandished a smirk under siege of everyone’s boos and curses. It’s only a taste of what she’s going to do in here and they better be watching the more to come.

[RJD]

The winner by pinfall is Ina Rosenbaum.