Best Two Out of Three: Evelyn Fallanger (D) vs Dr Mina Takemi

[Monsy]

It felt like an eternity had eclipsed; by far, her wildest match. Sensuality played the domineering role. From being millimetres of exposure, now exposing the other woman. At that moment, what they felt didn’t matter; whether shame overwhelmed their senses, the surprise, or mere discomfort from the material lynching between their legs. After all, nothing mattered more than vengeance. Nothing. Still, she couldn’t go all the way. The hesitation played off by taunts. Could she touch another woman like so? A forced orgasm; the possibility was ludicrous... was it? At least, now, she can recuperate.

For now, that remained reality as Mina clung for her salvation. The pleads pried her from any thoughts of invading this woman. And so, she stood ready, willing to shake the ragged coils of their debauchery, although prepared to meet them again. Perhaps they learned? Everyone saw it; their womanhood, arousal, the scent was undeniable.

But Mina did something staggering. Hung open the ropes, their legs spread, hips aligned with her eyes, lower-lips parting by her opponent’s own volition, leaking like honey. The sight rendered her eyes agape, frozen in stasis as her jaw felt loose, being stopped when she bit the inside of her cheek. A pink blush blemished. The cocktail of hesitation and astonishment swelled within her mind and body. It seems like shame wasn’t their weakness like she hoped. Alas, she needed to do MORE. But was she capable of that? They shall discover that soon. All of LAW will see. Yes, everyone.

“Heh… I-I have something better.”

Not now, however. Evelyn held out on showing her wrestling prowess. The goading didn’t sit idly within her either. Likely, it miffed her, compounding into frustration as her hand laid flat against the mat, one knee postured forward, the other back: a runner’s stance.

Once more, that award-winning smile shined for all to witness. The renewed confidence that hid the person underneath. Precious beyond all measure, with her limbs tightening until the pressure built and boiled, then bursting at them with an all-out sprint.

“How about you make me!”

Her voice rumbled into a shout, arm jutted outward, aimed at spanking them across the chest. She threw her weight against them like a battering ram. Should a clean hit land, it would likely send both women towards the outside, leaving the squared circle.

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi could see it settle into her opponent's mind. Doubt. Fear. This world was new to Ms. Fallacy. Sure... She'd trained. She'd practiced. She might have even taken on a competitive lover as a joke. But this world, where every part of a woman's was a weapon was new to her. The world of LAW was not simply clotheslines and body slams. It was violence, yes; but it was also lust.

The shock on Ms. Fallacy's face was easy to read. Her false bravado made it undeniable. Dr. Takemi was a veteran and a gatekeeper. She existed to show these young spitfires what it took to succeed in this world. And that perhaps was just beginning to dawn on her opponent.

Mina rebounded off the ropes as her opponent began to speak. The difference in their initiative was clear. The delicious distraction had worked! Evelyn took off in a sprint, but Mina was already half-way to her. No longer lazily leaning against the ropes, but instead, charging her like a bull!

"Be careful what you wish for baby girl!~" Mina called out as her right arm rotated backwards. A full cycle before coming forward as she dove into Evelyn with all of her weight. On paper it wasn't all that different from the Clothesline that Evelyn was trying to throw. But the devil was in the details. And this devil sought to take advantage of Ms. Fallacy's delay and pull her pretty head right off her shoulders.

Mina's clothesline would catch her opponent in forward motion, a counter-like lariat! Further, it was being delivered by a woman of much larger stature. Nearly six foot of height and one hundred and seventy pounds. Lastly, this wasn't simply a choice made in the heat of the moment. This was one of Mina's most devastating signature techniques.

"SORRRYA!"

The Clothesline From Hell!

[Monsy]

Something felt wrong. It was as though every move Evelyn concocted led to second-guessing. Would this work? No answer came. Instead, she’d appear ponderous underneath the veil of confidence and banter they exchanged. It was all so… Unfamiliar.

But she had to try.

Try the debuting Miss Fallacy did, racing off, unhindered by any hesitation as her feet exploded into a sprint. Her expression embodied focus, a sense of wrath. For a moment, she quelled the indecision hampering her consciousness. This desperation undid her. She didn’t consider their recovery; the bait planted before her eyes, how she ate it up and plunged forth like an obedient dog. For that, an outstretched arm punished her. A bulldozing size ascended upon her full-tilt sprint, first wringing her neck as it craned, the spit that’s knocked from her maw and gaping magenta hues as her vision turned dark. Her legs kicked out, her upper body jerked back, the tips of her ivory hairs slapping the canvas as she flipped over and spanked the canvas front-first.

Limbs spread in all directions dreamt on the canvas; cheek mushed, mouth agape with tiny hairs invading. Groans slipped like the passing of time, constant but quiet. Her eyes fluttered upon soon after as both arms nursed her wrung neck. Knees shuffled up, trying to raise her hips from the mat, but collapsed seconds later, landing on her side. Then, throwing her weight over, Evelyn saw the glint of overhead lights blind her, the swirling sources phasing in and out, the looming voices like echos. She couldn’t hear or see correctly. And soon, as her arms unfurled against the canvas once more, she didn’t move - leaving only the laboured breath that whined her discomfort.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina felt the tension against her bicep as it made contact with Evelyn Fallanger's neck and collarbone. At that moment of contact, Mina put her all into the brutal lariat. She struck the woman who had ruined her leotard the same way a clean-up batter struck a fastball. And it had a staggeringly similar effect! It turned the debuting combatant inside-out. What once was on her feet and full of moxie, was now on her back and devoid of movement.

Mina had left her feet, feeding all of her bodyweight into the technique. And as Evelyn hit the canvas on her belly, Mina had done so on her knees. Her right arm ached... She was confident she'd bruised it with the other woman's body. And if her arm hurt like this... Well, she couldn't imagine how her opponent felt.

"Ara ara... Was I too rough with you Ms. Fallacy?" She asked as she crawled over to her downed opponent. She observed the young woman. She was beaten down. Mina doubted she'd kick out of a pin attempt. And she would offer little resistance to any submission move she might apply, no matter how complicated the set up.

"Time to make good on my promise." She threw her hair back and gave Evelyn a charming smile. "I'm going to welcome you into LAW properly now. Please accept my gift graciously!" Her smile grew wider, more malicious... More lascivious.

Mina would attempt to throw her legs over Evelyn's barely conscious face. She'd place a thicc, mature thigh against each of the girl's cheeks. Flooding them with their warmth and locking her face into place. And then she'd press her weight down upon her. Dr. Takemi would force the rookie who had exposed her to become intimately familiar with that which she had revealed. She buried her up to her nose in bare, MILF pussy.

Spoiler

This wasn't the face-sit of a lover however... It was a full on cunt-smother. All of the Motherweight's mass was pressing down upon Evelyn's face. Soaked with arousal, her taste would fill the rookie's open mouth. Their close contact would replace any attempt at life-giving oxygen with her lewd scent. And the reverse-facesit position would ensure that her eyes were visible to the fans and the cameras. It allowed her to choose what to look at, the lovely round ass of her tormentor, or the fans who were roaring in approval of her defeat.

"This is what you wanted when you exposed me right? Please. Enjoy moaning into my pussy until you pass out!"

Lastly, Mina would take up Ms. Fallacy's legs, pulling them upwards to force the girl's lower-half into the air. This would deny Evelyn some semblance of leverage... But it's true intent was to humiliate her further. To show off her barely covered lower half. One hand held the girl's legs splayed. The other, grasped the tie of her bikini.

"Welcome to our wrestling world is like, Ms. Fallacy. Are you ready? Everyone is watching! It's time to show them your private place!" And she pulled that string like the ripcord on a parachute.

However... Nothing emerged to slow Evelyn Fallanger's fall. Rather, it was just the opposite...

[Monsy]

It was as though they guillotined her. Sliced upon the neck and collar, her vision a swampy swirl canvas, then overhead light, her head resting flush as a slow blink motioned her eyes, mouth ajar that lapped the air, groaning; and limbs like weighted iron domes, too heavy to lift, make a fist, or twitch, though her heels swayed. Occupied with damning thoughts, her morale all but dipped, chewed up and spat where not even a mother could recognize its face. 

“Bleghh.”

Words dissolved into noises, repeated as a slow dance perpetuated without stoppage, the discomfort so bleak and shameless that she descended upon a world of her own; one of hurt; and by the far-east of her magenta hue, she spotted a shadowy figure, all three looming closer, where their first words registering like static buzz, warranting little more than a stare. She couldn’t muster anything beyond that, not even to remove the looming strands that draped down her face and dipped into the corner of her lubricated lips, tickling the tongue that stuck out, like she was a dog cooling herself.

Two thighs entrapped the head of Miss Fallacy, a warm consolation that beckoned sweat and fixed her gaze upward, receiving a glaring view of the Motherweight’s bare sex, and there wasn’t enough lightheadedness to dilute the sight. Her face baked like a furnace; a hot sweat layered her nape, forehead and neck, all turning red as her heart rate boomed. What words she mustered now sputtered into babbles. This had never happened before.

“A-Ahh... H-H-Hey… W-W-Wait! “

She squealed, although muffled by the wetted taste of crotch that made her cough. The scent enveloped her senses, alongside her mouth that sucked upon the folds in desperation for air; and limbs that rose in defiance; arms that jutted and pushed on Mina’s thighs, while her legs bent at the knee, rose and her left stomped, the other teetered. Soon, both limbs corralled and pulled skyward, the scantily covered rear faced the overhead lights, glimmering upon the stained red and white stripes; and legs that split until her toes kissed the canvas. All senses dulled, however, when Mina grasped that tie. Her dignity lay vulnerable.

She offered nothing more than the whimpers and supple writhes as her hands still grabbed handfuls of Mina’s legs yet hardly struggled; her eyes gaped, wetted, and her breath held. The slick of string whisked away like a gloss of fingertips, falling and dangling by the other limb. Her aroused crotch, now exposed, twitched, and glistened under light. What did Miss Fallacy do? Nothing, what’s to offer in such shame? The rising herald who basked in the sight only deepened this trance where she prodded her tormentor’s folds with the brush of her lips, then whined, begging for air.

[SuckerPunch]

Ms. Fallacy's bottom's fluttered away from her body. It lay upon the canvas, folded upon itself not unlike their owner.

The bright lights of the arena illuminated the woman's best kept secret. That which she sought to unveil of Mina's was now projected on the big screen in 4k HD. And Mina had an even better view.

The Motherweight let out an appreciative sigh as Evelyn was kind enough to let her desperate gasps out against her bare skin. The rookie's lips soothed her satin-sex. Super-saturated with arousal, her lips couldn't hope to soak it up.

"Mmmmn. That's it honey. Suck mama's pussy." She gave an ungentle shake of her hips that saw her overflowing ass clap against the trapped girls face.

Despite her request, Evelyn provided only chaste kisses. Was she too much of a prude? Perhaps. But more likely, it was because she couldn't. Ms. Fallacy's face was pressed so deep within Dr. Takemi's cunt that she hardly had space to please her. For her, what looked like a mutual sex fight was little more than a fight for air.

"What's wrong Ms. Fallacy? Are we feeling shy? Or... Maybe you've never done this before?" She put a hand to her mouth in faux scandal.

"That's okay sweetie. Mama will teach you how it's done." She brought that same hand down upon Evelyn's bare ass cheek, fixing a red hand print upon it.

Then her other hand came down. Clapping the other cheek. Her thumbs braced themselves against Evelyn's inner thighs... And then they spread her open. Pulling her lower lips apart and showing the world her nubile sex. Of all the people in the world whom got to see this sight via global broadcast, none observed her with a lewder look than Dr. Mina Takemi.

"Mmmn. Thanks for the meal honey."

Her eyes closed. And the warmth of her mouth shrouded Ms. Fallacy's most sensitive spot.

[Monsy]

It felt so close. Just hold on, hold the ground. Don’t let them near the ropes.
Again and again, the thoughts cycled through the sweating grit of clenched eyes, numbing limbs and the curling state of her toes. But when Mina carved out her freedom, all that came unwound. Her eyes opened, limbs unravelled, and fluttered a sense of weightlessness. She took her knee, masquerading with the bravado spewing from her finger gun - yet within, she was lost.
What now? What can she do? If that didn’t work… Then perhaps she’ll have to change her method. It didn’t answer the dangling issue.

“Woah! U-Up so soon?” She said with spit catching inside her throat. The coughs interrupted themselves as her eyes lay glued upon the Motherweight’s hips, the parting legs, all making Miss Fallacy’s jaw hang a little earlier; the heat within her cheeks burn a little brighter.

Then - her heart stopped. Her eyes gaped and the silver-haired combatant flushed red. Both hands rose and brought close towards her chest, listening to the thumps that skipped. A great feeling of heat swallowed her whole as the woman dripped before her, prompting Evelyn’s rickety legs to push into a rickety stance, then withering into a slow retreat.

“I-Uh… Haven’t done that.-”

That hesitation is clear. The world within the ring had paused for Miss Fallacy.

[SuckerPunch]

The Motherweight pressed her lips against her foe's in a sweet kiss. Then, she spread them with her own so that she could tease what lay between them with her tongue. Long, sweeping licks drew every bit of the attention-seeker's flavor upon the tip of her tongue. That warm, wet muscle curled against her velvet insides, allowing the honey she'd gathered to flow down her throat.

She paused, closing her eyes and savoring her meal with an appreciative moan that would echo inside of her captive lover. The sound of the crowd drifted away as the world became little more than her mouth and her meal. This was everything she lived for. This was why she reentered the world of lewd women's wrestling.

"Mmmmn. Wonderful." Was she complimenting the taste of the girl's bared shame? The fact that she'd not done this before? ...Yes.

She licked her lips and then bit her lower one with an exhale of air from her nostrils. The world came back. The crowd was roaring! The erotic show that Dr. Takemi was putting on with Evelyn's body had turned the arena into a din of cheers and various other vocal urges for her to finish her meal.

"We mustn't keep them wait, right?" She asked as she cutely nuzzled her face between Ms. Fallacy's pale, perfect thighs. "I'm going to send you to heaven now, Ms. Fallacy. Please make sure to make honest sounds for the millions and millions that are cheering for you."

And there was no more ceremony. Dr. Takemi's hands spread her flower wide as she leanned in and consumed her. Her lips puckered about her clit and her tongue teased it in slow, surgical circles as she suckled it free from it's protective hood. Her prying fingers gently massaged her swollen labia and inner thighs. Caressing and urging her release. All while reflexively cooing in enjoyment.

She loved her job.

[Monsy]

A pair of warming brims embraced her own, a spark of fire that burned through her cheeks, neck and chest. Her world blurred. Limbs that limped towards her hips, the widened hue of Miss Fallacy whose lips were parted, mouth explored; tongues that tangoed like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other, suckling for taste. But it was Evelyn who merely crumbled, crowned by the empty gaze that bore towards Mina as the two women parted.

“Hah…. Hah….”

Her lower jaw hung, tongue lulled on her bottom lip, and lapped for air. All before, the pair rolled into what appeared as a pinfall. Her legs sound by her head, soon joined by her splayed arms. No count could save the aspiring star. Her downfall cemented with her exposed womanhood, sleek and glistened from prior debauchery. And with her face made for the crowning throne for The Motherweight, Evelyn’s warming features let loose a whimper and squirmed to one side, an attempt to secure breath for herself.

“W-Wait!”

She said with a sharp squeak.

A sparkling sense fluttered inside her core like a dazzling spell that loosened a soft, honeyed moan. Her hands reached and pawed at Mina’s arm as her legs gave the occasional kick before resetting, then jerked again, but less than before. From loving strokes to the voyage of digits across her sex, her core greeted them with blossomed shivers. Her hips rocked, swirled and twitched to their accord, and left Evelyn choking for her breath, only successful when it came for a small groan of ecstasy. With such pleasure, the paws against her arm turned to a subtle grip, the kicks mere quivers, and Miss Fallacy’s voice devolved further into moans that steadily rose in volume. There wasn't long left.

[SuckerPunch]

"Mmmmn." She moaned as she slurped lewdly against Ms. Fallacy's lust engorged love-button. The cooing sound of approval sent vibrations conducted through her tongue and directly into her eager little clit. She felt the woman's fight weaken with every pull of her lips, as if she was sucking the strength right out of her.

"That's a good girl. Give us a show!" It was clear that despite Evelyn's protests, Mina was going to continue. All of her struggles, her kicking and groaning... It just made the scene more erotic.

The camera's made sure to catch it all. The way Mina's ass jiggled against her trapped face. The shameful sight of Ms. Fallacy's exposed and undeniably aroused lower half as it was thrust skyward. The way her slaps and pulls transformed into eager grasps. The whole world watched her break.

With a final smile of appreciation, Mina closed her eyes and indulged in her work. There was nothing more satisfying to the Ring Therapist than the orgasm of a young woman against her mouth. And Mina demanded satisfaction!

Her lips drew Evelyn's swollen clit betwixt her lips in finality as her tongue teased it expertly. The fingers that had gently played with the edges of her pussy now teased at her entrance. A single finger traced her entrance before pressing inside of her. She pumped it once, twice, and then upon the third insertion it was joined by a second finger.

"Mmmmnnn~" Mina hummed her approval as she explored Evelyn's insides. Her fingers spread apart inside of her, stretching her pleasantly, before stroking and stirring up her insides. And once she had Ms. Fallacy worked into a frenzy, she pressed those digits deeply inside of her, and curled them inwards. She gave the woman's vulnerable g-spot a single, taunting stroke. An attack made with with surgical precision. Building her heat intently.

And then she fucked her in earnest. Her fingers began to work the length of her exposed pussy, massaging g-spot at the end of every thrust. She matched the rhythm of her penetration with lewd, loud sucks of her clit.

She wasn't content to give Ms. Fallacy an orgasm alone... Because even when she started to cum, she wouldn't stop. She sought to break her completely with a hip-quivering, back spasming, mind-melting multiple orgasm. A humiliating and total defeat that she would never forget. She wanted to make her first in-ring orgasm a squirt to remember. A hentai fall for the ages.