Kagura Rine vs Angelina Tarrant - Locking Horns

[Monsy]

Angelina was spasmed into a stupor with Kagura’s ample muscle bleeding the life from the lightweight. Her marble-smooth belly was shaping against washboard abs, the perky bust she possessed was crushed and her spine was feeling like splinters held together by cheap glue. “Ghhhkkkkk…”

A few token slaps pounded Kagura’s shoulder before she went up and over, then down. Her hair danced like sunrise to sundown, legs picking up on one side of Kagura’s weight. Her head snapped against the mat from whiplash. The speed and violence of the crash popped her lungs and left them deflated. She wheezed out what sounded like a dying squeal. “GAAAHHHHH!!” Her arms landed folded over her leg, legs all but spread in a V as she took her first few long breaths in what felt like decades.

An eye peeped up to see a spinning world, squished flat beneath Kagura’s weight. “Be so kind… to fuckin… take me to dinner first… next time, ya huggy cunt-fuck.”

[Ghost]

Kagura was fiesty and quick, unlike her grumpy big sister whom took her time and often waited to find out how resourceful her opponents were, Kagura was all about charging in and making it hurt. Like a Calvary vanguarding through archer units did Kagura show off her might early and accomplished not only bearhugging and squeezing Angelina in a short living bearhug, she also suplexed her right down upon the canvas to now take things to the ground, something Kagura was rather good at, especially when she was calling all the shots!

" Yeah yeah. Dinner after this. " She would move onto her hands and knees before she would crawl over to where Angelina was, deciding to be a lot more daring than even before this match started and aimed to take her new, rightful seat right upon Angelina's face, wanting to smother her with Kagura's firm yet round rear. This was mainly going to be used to prevent Angelina from breathing and to distract her.. So Kagura could send a barrage of right and lefts straight to Angelina's chest and stomach!

[Monsy]

Being smashed into lightly-padded wood by someone over thirty pounds heavier was like a car crash. She was stunted on the ground, swimming — paralyzed and being bitten by little pain sparks all over her back. Not even a game of Operation can take out the illness. Call it a hangover and a marijuana crash in unison.

The world spun itself on a ballerina’s foot until a great shadow swallowed the arena’s lights, and took her breath mid-inhale! 〝MMPH!〞Both eyes shut, and she turned a dark shade of red. Her arms came up and placed them on Kagura's hips. She was bathing in heat — clothed buttocks moulding over her features, enough to play in but hardly anything to move.

“GHGFH… OOFFM..” And the punches rained in, hard. Each one a ripple on her lithe belly, modest but perky chest. Everything birthed a red impact-point on the skin, a fresh bruise. Meanwhile, Angelina started screaming. Spit couldn’t keep leaving her mouth after soaking her own chin, so she choked on it. Her lower-half spasmed. She kicked in her stockings, pushing her hips up only to have them pounded back down. Side to side, she twisted, and soon she was shivering from the barrage that left her feeling swollen from hips to neck, with screams turned to squeals. There was no getting used to it, every repeated target hurt three times worse. And she began just beating on their hips with a hammer fist. A pittance to anything but showing she wasn’t just a convulsing bruising corpse.

[Ghost]

Now was the time to turn Angelina's body into a canvas, with the only colors at Kagura's disposal was red, black and blue and her paint brushes were her left and right fists. With a hungry, almost predatory glare in Kagura's eyes, did she began her work on Angelina's breasts and abs. She wanted the girl to suffer while at the same time making sure that every sound Angelina would be making, was met with that grinding rear that sought to use Angelina as a throne, a throne that any queen should have!

She did alternate her motions though, bringing one hand down to instead grasp and knead a breast while the other hand went to work with a barrage if strike to that stomach, just aiming to pound all the air out of ANgelina so she would be docile enough to behave for Kagura's next bag of tricks. She alternated between hands, with one playing with a breast and the other smacking away while she leaned herself back, soon sitting square upon Angelina's face, all that weight pressed down and brought her arms up to stretch.

[Monsy]

Every punch was a car crash. No inhale to refuel her lungs. All but a burn. There’s a particular softness hugging her face. It wetted her mouth, almost sopping with drool in how many punches she was taking into her spasming body. The lightweight was but sheet metal collecting dents, swelling and thudding as the skin rippled with pain-shockwaves. Her legs kicked and battered the air and canvas.

“Chhh..cuuu…” Something strange fizzled through her senses. It was firm, commanding yet soothed her into a blushing whimper! She groaned underneath, the temporary trance broken as another fisted pounded away! Her cropped shirt had a way of bunching up when her mound was gripped, almost forming a shape around the chest. And her boots planted, sole-flat, her legs opening and closing in this sway, rubbing together. She started drooling underneath, getting smeared all over her chin - with eyes half-rolled back and a shiver in each slow, forced and painful exhale.

When it was over, her stomach rose and fell sharply. Angelina resorted to breathing whatever she could underneath their weight. This black tenderness was starting to become /too/ comfortable. And she prodded her new bruises with her finger-tips, gingerly mapping each one, flinching as they burned then falling open by her hips. “Pughh…”

[Ghost]

While she was enjoying herself on top of the girl, she couldn't just stay like this when it was this early in the match! She wasn't going to wait for Angelina to think of a way to retaliate and hurt her in the process, even though this position was quite enjoyable in more ways than one. She could watch those breasts bounce with every strike, both the ones that went directly to those orbs but also to Angelina's stomach! Kagura's power was immense, specially when she was on top and could dictate every move in her favor.

She would suddenly roll off the girl, allowing her to breathe once more and tend to her wounds.. Though only for a little while. It was going to be enough for Angelina to at least fill up her lungs while Kagura would slowly push herself up onto her feet and straighten up, running a hand upon her own hip while her eyes would dart down at the girl that had spend the early stages of this match on her back and with a faceful of ass.

It was quite a sight.. But it wasn't going to be something that kept Kagura from attacking, there was always time to savor the greater pain she could inflict on Angelina once she had her in a different hold. She would make her way towards Angelina again, lowering herself to grasp Angelina's shoulder and hair, wanting to pull and yank the girl up onto her feet so she could drag Angelina towards the corner!

[Monsy]

Her reservoir for sucking in after every punch was running dry. Almost outpaced with how much it tuckered her to keep breathing. Perhaps it would’ve been nicer. This was tantamount to torture, just without steel or broken bone just yet. And when they rolled off, her beet-red face sucked in a gallon of oxygen. Her chest arched off the canvas, her head thrown back until the horns stopped. “Ack..” Coughs stormed from her mouth. Her fingers mapped the bruises, pain-swelled blushes on the skin. Little hills of red and purple, sometimes green, black and spotted yellow. “I feel sick.”

She was hugging herself on her side, an eye-closed, and the world was spinning. Both feet scrambled to jut her heels down, then tip-toe towards the corner, where she stumbled and criss-crossed her legs, with her hair biting into her scalp and a commanding claw digging into her shoulder. 

Once her feet were in range, Angelina swung up her foot, planting it on the middle turnbuckle pad. She reached to dig her fingers into Kagura’s hair, using it as a crutch to walk her second foot up the top turnbuckle pad, then spring off — vaulting over the ropes to ringside and yanking Kagura’s face down to snap into the top rope stunner-style!

[Ghost]

Kagura was not one to keep a match paused for too long. Sure she had just had quite the satisfying start of the match, not only a little taste of the girl's mouth but after the start, even getting to sit on her face and leaving her fist prints into the girls tummy. Despite all that, Kagura knew that she shouldn't stop when it was still this early in the match, who knows what Angelina had planned to bring things back in her favorit!

Grasping the girl by the hair, she would aim her upwards and bring her towards the corner, the perfect place to unleash further punishment to the fellow red head. Once she was close to it though, she didn't have the time to pin Angelina up against the corner thanks to the girl suddenly grasping her by the hair instead, flinching and releasing Angelina to bring both hands up to remove the hand that was holding her hair, though upon doing that, Angelina quickly sprung into action, using that corner to her advantage to kick herself upwards and yanking Kagura down, allowing gravity to take control and send Kagura downwards!

Having no time to brace herself, she fell face first to the canvas with the added momentum and power from Kagura's counter, a mighty stunning that now brought Kagura first to the canvas instead, and stunned to boot!

[Monsy]

From a position of weakness, one was expected to be resourceful. One can call her a scrappy savant, with blueprints and sudden thought processes turned into incredible action, turning her mire of a situation into one of respite, driving Kagura down and sprawling at their side. Immediate attention turned to her ailing stomach, which was bruising from the tornado of fists not long before. Little hills of swelling, purpling zeniths and the feeling of fullness like her nerve endings were grinding against jagged stones as she sat up. A laboured breathing pattern settled, with one hand back to prop up her angled back, she scooted over to Kagura, reaching for their hat to swipe, then place it on her own head. “Mine now, dorkcunt.”

And with their cap misplaced, Angelina buried her knee into Kagura’s shoulder to turn them onto their back. One leg then threw itself over, with her fishnet-clad thigh snuggling up to Kagura’s head, followed by its partner to squeeze the other side, putting the fellow redhead in a lightweight leg sandwich. While seated on their collar, Angelina lifted her skirt to flash the black panties she wore underneath, “Pucker up, girl.” Said with an almost cutesy purr, then plopped down to smother their lips with her panty-clad pussy! What goes around; comes around!

[Ghost]

After such a incredible start, she might have gotten a little too confident for her own good, perhaps the seemingly submissive taste Angelina had given her before might have helped with that, or perhaps the way the woman swooned to Kagura's touch was evident enough that she could dominate Angelina! Right now though she was on the canvas, with a throbbing head to boot and soon enough Angelina decided to make use of that added time she had gotten after that stunner to capture Kagura's hat to wear it, which was basically a war declaration against Kagura but right now her head was telling her to just lay there for a bit longer.

She was forced to roll onto her back, having little time to realize what was going on before those legs captured the sides of her head, soon putting her in some more pressure before Angelina's true attack came, which was taking her seat right down upon Kagura's mouth! " Mmmf..? " She released a soft, muffled moan against that crotch and soon enough the smothering happened, not allowing Kagura to breathe more and not the time started to tick. She needed some more time to get her head to stop hurting though her body did begin to trash, bucking up and down a few times as she sought to unbalance Angelina.