Trisha Andrews vs. Mina Takemi - Written in the Stars

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Trisha took her time taking in the looks on Mina's face, etching her expression in her memories. It was undeniable that Mina Takemi was a powerful woman, as evidenced by what she did early in this match, but after that, Trisha managed to turn the table and dominated her quite decisively. Smiling in satisfaction, the African-American beauty pushed her off her knee, letting her fall onto the mat, making sure that Mina was on her back so that she could finish her off properly.

Thinking that she was finished making her opponent pay, Trisha saw no need for cruelty. That wasn't how she operated. Other than the things that Mina had done to her earlier, she didn't bear any malice towards the motherweight. Deciding to go for a proper pinfall attempt, Trisha positioned herself on top of Mina, hooking one of her legs, going for the pin. The referee would come over and start counting for the pin, slapping the mat. She had to admit that Mina looked hot in defeat, though for the time being, she decided against humiliating her even further.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

[SuckerPunch]

Mina's voluptuous figure was splayed out on the canvas. Her heavenly thighs spread limply. The crotch of her leotard was as wet as her breasts. Her head lolled to the side and her tongue weakly hung out from between her lips. Her eyes stared blankly at the audience beneath the horizon of the bottom rope.

Trisha had beaten all of the fight out of her. And in this primal clash of femininity, she had become her prize. Mercifully however, Trisha chose to end their game. Mina didn't stir but for the steady rise and fall of her breath. Nothing changed when Trisha hooked her leg. Nothing, save for the position offering the audience a teasing view of her womanhood. Her leotard slid between her lower lips, exposing the soft blush of a newly exposed pussy lip.

"3!"

[PrinceArjuna332]

With the count of three, the match was over. Trisha let go of Mina's leg and got herself up onto her feet, standing triumphantly over the broken motherweight whom she had defeated. The referee raised her arm, declaring her the victor of the match. Standing tall, Trisha listened to the crowd cheering for her. Not only that she felt cathartic after making Mina pay for everything that she had done before, this win also made everything worth it for her.

"Now you know better than to mess with me, Mina Takemi..." Trisha left her parting words before she stepped over her body, making her way out of the ring as her music was played. With another win under her belt, the African-American beauty could tell that she was gaining prestige, and she was sure that eventually, she would be able to challenge for the gold, and she would achieve her ambition to become one of the greatest wrestler to have ever graced the squared circle.

[SuckerPunch]

The ringing of the bell stirred Mina Takemi from her concussion inspired slumber. She moaned weakly and shifted on her back. She didn't have the sense to cover up. Nor to even acknowledge that she'd been in a fight. The only stimuli that seeped through the cracks of her battered haze was that of Trisha's music and the sight of the woman's toned legs as they stepped over her.

Trisha Andrews had left the gatekeeping Motherweight dominated, decimated, and humiliated in her wake. She had become little more than a rung on the ladder for another young wrestler. Her body was a maelstrom of agony and afterglow. Left disassembled in the center of the ring, exposed and beaten.

...Yet even as she was helped up the entrance ramp she couldn't help but feel... Satisfied.

Winner by pinfall: Trisha Andrews