Outmatched in Oil Quarterfinals - Angelina Tarrant v. Yoko Hinode

[Monsy]

Don’t get all mad…
“No closed fists! STUPID!”
Angelina barked that last word with some power behind it. The room had a nice echo just to belch. Whether the punching rule was enforceable and by what was another thing. No referee. Just fuckin’ cameras. But seeing Yoko learn and having the hint of ‘punch’ -- Angelina had a decent idea of where to go.

So when Yoko came sliding from one wall and over to her, Angelina did the same, except she went low. Her dive was pathetic but it didn’t need to be much. Just enough to drive her shoulder into Yoko’s tummy, then let gravity, momentum and the cosmic force of girl-failure make them fall.

[Kookio]

Of course Yoko's highly telegraphed hit missed, she couldn't even move from her position to dodge Angie who was incoming towards her but went low. As the two fighters clashed, Yoko was taken to the ground by her opponent, letting out a cry as the pain of having her own momentum stopped by Angie caused the tackle to be more painful than it would have been if she just hadn't moved at all.

Hitting the floor, Yoko would be dazed for only a second before she attempted to try to squirm out of Angie's grasp. But the sailor wasn't able to grab a hold of anything because of how slippery everything was. "Sh-shoot!" she cried out, leaving herself a bit exposed in the process of trying to break free.

[Monsy]

The biggest concern about her fall was how she landed. All this slip came with thrashing, and if her arm was stuck by one-hundred and fat-fuck pounds of Yoko Hinode, well, that would be trouble. Luckily, she lands on top, rather, lays on top. She immediately reaches to clutch onto Yoko’s hair and digs her fingers into the scalp. A more reliable grip than snatching a flailing wrist.

“C’mere, ya boob!” Angelina shouted, trying to sit higher on Yoko’s body, dragging her bottom over their belly and to their chest. If she could, she’d try to sit on Yoko’s tits, get her lithe thighs cozy by Yoko’s head, then initiate a squeeze.

[Kookio]

With Yoko struggling to just about anything on the oil floor, Angie was able to grab her by her hair with a yelp of surprise from the sailor girl as her head was pulled back between Angie's thighs. Yoko's face grew red from embarrassment while she tried to push against Angie's thights. Although every now and then her hands would just slip right off and she'd end up having to reposition them back.

Yoko's feet started to flail about while her hips jolted against air in an attempt to buck Angie off of her, but the red head was sitting too far up on her body for Yoko to be able to use that technique.

[Monsy]

This escape attempt was pretty suck! Angelina, ironically, felt quite stuck to her Yoko throne as the girl had visibly no recourse. It was likely thanks to her hand, though, and Yoko's inability to move her upper-body. So, Angelina took one hand back, then combed it through her own hair. She arched her back slightly, looking to the ceiling. A breath in through the nose, calm and smooth, then out the mouth, smiling gently.

"I didn't think ya were this hopeless, girl."

Angelina looked down, smirking. "Submit before ya really embarrass ya-self. Viewahs want a show."

Then she let herself fall to her side, taking Yoko along and stuffing her face against her satin-smooth sex. Angelina propped on her elbow to watch them. She locked her ankles together at the far-side.

An honest headscissor. One Angelina flexed immediately, arched her lower-back slightly and hoped to make that red face even redder.

[Monsy]

Note

Mutually consented to a simulated ending, so here's my scribbles.

The ensuing sex-fight was an adventure into hair-pulls as it was finger-fucking. The two of them continued to roll around, exchange holds between holds and flavourful taunts to spark each other's spirits into a spite-driven slippery mess that reeked of sweat, sex and mustiness before long. But would be Yoko worked over in numerous occasions, trapped beneath the smaller fighter, unable to conquer the glossy oil that kept her grip-less. Angelina's fingers penetrated Yoko over and over, slicking deep and caressing her squeezing walls. Angelina took her from the back, then a stretch muffler, and finally straddled on her stomach. Hinode came twice for the camera in the latter hold, unable to unsaddle Angelina and virtually tortured with circular repetitions on her clit until she was so over-stimulated that she croaked the words. "I... quit." Amidst heaping breaths, then tasted her own flavour. Tongue out. Eyes distant.

Angelina tasted some of it too afterwards, sat there a while, then said. "Till next time, toots."

And left the matted arena in a wobbly, but still strong exit towards the showers. Round two awaits.

Winner: Angelina Tarrant