Accepted submission match: Yuki vs Vorona

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Yuki continued to tend to her crotch, moaning and groaning in pain. She stayed on her knees, noticing that Vorona hadn't even turned towards her to watch her grovel on the ground. She watched as her neck rolled and she then looked at her. Yuki heard Vorona's words. She was confused. Why was this woman talking about breathing, controlling how she screams, and then it made sense. She was judging her vulnerability at the moment.

Yuki would look up at the sole of Vorona's boot, pressing against her forehead before shoving her backwards into the corner into a sitting position. She would hear Vorona's order to pull herself together and stand up. Yuki would try to obey but then she felt the sole of Vorona's boot, pressing against her face, grinding her face, treating her like a doormat, squishing her head against the bottom turnbuckle pad. She would be beckoned to get up again before her face was stomped on, causing her to yelp. It wasn't Vorona's strongest stomp but a stomp to the face hurt regardless. The grinding was insult to injury before another stomp, this one a bit harder then the last caused Yuki to crumple in the corner, attempting to cover her face with her hands, cowering in the corner, looking absolutely pathetic being in the same ring as Vorona. She would hear how Vorona called her a useless unloved girl. That stung just like the grinding to the face.

[Monsy]

“Hum-He-Hum.”

Winter had stayed ring-side through its opening moments. Her posture was a doll, rigid but colourful in her long dress and shimmering coat. Watching it put a raft between her legs, and she didn’t blink. She clapped instead. Little hand movements as her wrists were together right over her bust, and she made them quiet, paying ever-closer attention that called her to the apron. She teetered a step, then another step, looking up, watching her alluring malice find its way into smearing Yuki’s face. How lucky.

So she climbed onto the apron and took a seat while they were in the corner, folding her arms over the middle rope and just staring at Yuki and Vorona’s boot, so when it came off, Winter would be right there to smile and wave. “Wow. You are suck.” She clapped twice, and beamed, “Keep it up!”

Vorona now had settled both boots on the ground, and dipped her shoulder to pick them up so she didn’t need to bend, standing them up in the corner. Winter stood too, and while Vorona didn’t look at her, she was satisfied to watch her Sun wind up and chop Yuki across her chest. Then after she did it once, she did it again. And again. And again. Each time a little higher until… She threw a chop straight for the throat.

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Yuki was truly being used like a doormat by Vorona, multiple stomps to her face, each one causing her to get a bit hazier and hazier, crumpling up and attempting to cover her face with her hands while the stomps just kept coming. She would hear Winter humming cutely as if this were something normal to her. She heard the soft clapping from the cute girl who was staying ring side for now.

Yuki would hear Winter getting closer, leaning against the ropes right next to her and staring right at her. Yuki's face was repeatedly hit with Vorona's boot, but whenever it was removed from her face, she would see Winter's mocking smile and a teasing wave. She heard Winter taunt her, telling her she sucks, hearing her hands clap twice before she told Yuki to keep it up cheerfully.

Yuki would finally stop getting boots to the face. She was a mess in the corner, easily hefted up to her feet. She would put her arms up over the ropes, leaning against the corner that supported her. That left her wide open for Vorona's next attacks. Yuki looked up and winced, seeing Vorona's arm winding up, her hand high in the air. She closed her eyes tightly, clenching her teeth before the impact came, causing her to yelp. Vorona's hand slapped down against her chest, stinging the soft breast flesh. Her bust softly wobbled and jiggled from the impact. Vorona seemed to be on a rapid attack, as after one chop came, more and more came after, each time a little higher, until a chop went to a different spot, right to Yuki's throat. Her eyes widened as she stopped breathing for am moment. Her body reacted immediately by grabbing onto her own throat, covering it as she cringed, one eye opening more then the other as she had a coughing attack.

She would fall to her knees if Vorona didn't keep her up, coughing and wheezing. It now hurt to swallow.

[Monsy]

There’s a small tension release after striking them there. Vorona had built it up over the sequence, with tightened shoulders and nipping arms as she threw more and more, her hands having stung, and her focus blurred. Then it was catharsis. They dropped, and Vorona closed her eyes, sighed, and looked over to Winter who stood up on the apron. How do you use your puppy’s eyes when she stares at you like that. It makes Vorona want to slap her. Who gave her permission to be up here?

“Tch.” Her tongue clicked with disapproval, but she ultimately caved, walked back two steps, turned her stance bladed then raised up her arms by her head and clapped like one-two. A call to dance. Winter entered the ring, fully understanding her assignment, and grabbed Yuki by her arm, then dragged her up, bringing them close together near the corner. She patted them on the head.

“Ush shush-shush-shush.” Winter said to their struggles. “You’re okay.” Then, still using her arm grip, she pulled, stepped back and followed through to whip them towards Vorona, who now strafed forward once and whipped a super kick right for their face!

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Yuki continued to struggle catching her breath after the brutal chop to her neck, coughing and wheezing in pain, struggling to breathe while holding her neck. Yuki was distracted with tending to her injury but she heard Vorona let out a simple double clap. Winter was about to become more involved then expected.

Yuki would feel Winter grabbing her arm, dragging her up to her knees. Yuki still used one hand to massage her throat, wanting to stay down for a moment to tend to her wounds. Winter simply shushed her like a child, telling her that she was okay. Her voice was comforting, even in such a hostile situation such as a wrestling match. It was almost convincing until Winter stepped back, pulling Yuki and whipping her towards Vorona who was waiting.

"Whhaooa!" Yuki let out as she was sent running towards the taller, white haired beauty. As they got closer, Vorona jumped forward, lifting up her leg high for a super kick right to Yuki's face. The kick had so much power that it nearly flipped Yuki, forcing her to land hard on her head first as the rest of her body went up before coming back down. She looked up at the lights, seeing double for a moment. She curled up and covered her body, looking like a pathetic jobber in the ring with a pro like Vorona.

[Monsy]

Her boot blessed their chin and sent them down like a paint splatter. Vorona didn’t have much of an eye for their falling form. They hit the ground unsafely and failed to turn all the way over for a proper showcase. Such a dance partner was unacceptable. But any smudge on perfection can be wiped off, and so, dragging the tip of her boot around in a circle until it went behind her other leg, she clapped by her head. One-two.

Winter put one arm straight up, and twirled on her toes towards Vorona. She landed back-first into Vorona’s front, and felt her small hand finger-locked from the back. Winter curled her fingers as well, squeezing. They looked at each other, and kissed deeply, then shuffled one stride and whipped Winter towards the ropes. She spun once, hit the ropes with her back, came back with another spin, and Vorona was right there on one knee like a proposal. A hand was outstretched and Winter took it, stepped on Vorona’s knee and flew back into the air, coming down onto Yuki’s stomach with both knees!

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Yuki was flat on the mat, curling up for a moment after such a brutal attack. After tending to herself for a moment, she would lay flat again, trying to recollect herself after the kick to the chin. She laid there, breathing heavily. Her chest rose up and down with each and every breath, jiggling slightly as it rose and fell. Yuki laid there, stunned and open to the next attack that was coming. She felt the slight vibration against the mat as Vorona dragged the tip of her boot around in a circle. She heard two claps, the soft flesh of Vorona's hands making a soft yet loud patting sound as her hands met.

Yuki knew something was coming from the clap, but she was still quite out of it after the kicks to the head. She would slowly look over, just in time to see Winter landing back first into Vorona's front. She looked on as her opponent and Winter kissed deeply. It was a sight to behold. Yuki's eyes widened as she watched the two beautiful women kiss, getting a loud cheer from the crowd. She couldn't lie that she felt slightly jealous, watching these two kiss while she laid on her back in pain.

The kiss finally ended abruptly when Vorona whipped Winter towards the ropes. Yuki watched as Vorona got down on one knee. She continued to watch as Winter stepped onto Vorona's knee, using it to launch herself high into the air. It was a graceful moment that would end violently. It almost felt like this moment was in slow motion as Yuki watched Winter flying through the air. Her knees coming straight towards Yuki's unprotected belly. Yuki's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen but it was too late.

Yuki's stomach was nearly caved in as Winter's knees came crashing down into her soft belly. Yuki's upper body, arms and legs flopped up like a fish out of water and folded upwards before falling back down to the mat unceremoniously. She let out a near silent scream as all the air was knocked out of her body. The cry of pain was followed by the hint of a moan that would be drowned out by the cheering crowd. Yuki worried what Vorona and Winter would do if they realized that part of her enjoyed getting dominated like this.

[Monsy]

The sun demanded nothing less and everything beyond perfection.
Bruised cheekbones and bleeding vocal chords were the consequences for failure. The sun's warmth had a bite she came to love, whereas feeling a touch, a gentle one, next time would be her motivation. So she flew. Delivered. It's all a rhythm and a dance. One of Winter's arms came up and Vorona caught it, with a second arm going around to splay a cold hand over Winter's stomach. Then they heaved together. Winter sprung her legs, trusting to find her feet and her sun's strength to pull. Vorona did just that and more. She guided Winter through. Their bodies aligned, back to front. Winter's feet placed beside the inside of Voronas own boots. They stood tall together. The side of Winter's head touched Vorona's cheek and they both were aware of the camera shooting their pose, so they held it for a second and grinned like they shared a sense of mutual madness.

Together, they raised a foot. Their angles aligned, thighs kissed and boots made into a single weapon. It thrust for Yuki's chest, where their heels stayed, twisted and ground Yuki's chest into a paste they can both savour. Vorona very much enjoyed inflicting no matter how she hide that. And Winter simply enjoyed watching, feeling and listening her sun shine at full power. And to be apart of that here... was a dream come true every time.

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Yuki laid there, still suffering from the last move. Her stomach was bruised and her cheeks were red from the beating she had taken so far. Her lungs burned from the last cry of pain she had let out. She was too distracted by the pain to notice what was going on for a while but would look up to see an odd yet beautiful display.

Winter and Vorona were completely aligned, almost as if they had joined forms. The camera panned from Yuki, up to the impressive pose Vorona and Winter were doing. The camera caught the grin on both of their faces, and then it would pan back to Yuki's pained face.

Winter and Vorona then decided to raise their joined feet and thrust a hard stomp right down into Yuki's chest. After the first strike, Yuki let out another yelp as her breast was flattened. They added more fuel to the pain Yuki felt as they used their heels to twist and ground their boots into her breasts, Her skin burning from the grinding against her skin.

Yuki continued to let out cries of pain, followed by slight moans that only got louder each time.

[Monsy]

Grounding breast meat felt so squishy and firm on their heels. They both soaked in the feeling, but not as much as each other. Their enjoyment fed off one another. The shadowing, synchronized, matched faces and malice. They held each other tightly with their hands, but everything else was completely relaxed. Control was the crutch, Vorona taught. And it’s not ‘how much’ so much as the how of things. It plays double in the ring.

But even they, while in cloud nine, couldn’t forget their opponent. Nor were they totally ignorant to their little muses below. Winter tipped her head up and mentioned softly. “Are they into it?” And Vorona looked down, “Maybe.” Then gave Winter a little push. “Lets find out.”

Winter ended up using Yuki as a step stool to reach their other side, turning around with grace. Vorona clapped her hands once, and Winter understood the cue. To bend over, together, grab Yuki by her wrists and pull them to their feet. “Dance for us.” And this cued Winter’s leg swinging to bite them on the back of their thigh. Then, right after, a chop to their chest from Vorona. Chop -- legkick. Chop -- legkick. Back and forth between them until this sequence's grand finale was ready.