Tatsuta Murasaki vs Sylvie Leblanc

[LunarOcean]

Submission and Hentai match. Make your opponent give up or orgasm to win.

Arena: Beachside

Attire: Bikinis

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Tatsuta's bikini

The grace with which Tastuta walked down the sunny aisle, lightly swaying to her catchy j-pop theme, already told everyone what they needed to knwo about the woman in the dark criss-crossing bikini top and with the black sash covering her waist. It was a simple motion but the careful, lightly rhythmic sway and how she would shift balance from one leg to the next gave it a constantly undulating motion, as if she was preparing for a series of complicate dance moves, the sort associated with both pop group backing personnel and lascivious nightclubs alike. It showed off every inch of her in subtle but astounding detail; the way her belly muscles lightly shimmered, gently tensing at key junctures to hint their toned strength or how her smooth and voluptuous bust would lightly strain against the fabric of her top, making her appear even bustier than she already appeared. Even her arms, lightly waving against the beat, belied a powerful strength that flashed for brief moments from her subtly defined biceps up down to her lightly fanning hands.

Yet the true masterpieces were her legs. They were long and almost silky but the closer one looked, the more they'd notice the threat contained within. Streaks of trained, muscled tension flashed on each one as she shifted from leg to leg, piercing through the false appearance of welcoming softness with sharp definition. Her feet carefully twisted and turned in their sockets; the trained motions not just of a dancer but a deadly, balanced fighter ever mindful of their own balanced. And as she neared the end of the ramp, she'd do a little spin. She'd go so far as to balance on one leg, completely lifting her skirt in a flash of whirling motion, spinning on her heel and showing off a flash of a single well built and enviously healthy leg, drawing a blinding array of camera flashes.

Unsurprisingly, her fabric didn't stay covered for long, flying off of her waist with a swish of her hands and landing back on the ramp. A simple black thong graced the cheering men and women scrambling for their smartphones and camera, videoing her in gorgeous detail as she snaked between the ropes. Few wrestlers had legs that could move like that; most would probably be tapping out if they had to not only split so sharply but bend almost serpentine as well. Others were more interested in the undulations of her smooth tummy and the strong abdominals that revealed themselves for a brief moment as she gradually pulled her torso upwards from her backwards-bent position. It was almost unreal, how she looked bent in such a painful manner yet with no help from her hands her shoulders went from near parallel to the mat to upright and proper.

Sashaying off to her corner, she licked her lips not for the cameras but more for her opponent. She'd done little research but that body that would be pounding and pleasuring hers already had her quite excited. She was not an inexperienced wrestler, that Sylvie, but she was a more aggressive one with a background in a far more pugilistic style of combat. Yet she could tell she wasn't a stranger to the intimacy the ring could bring; she had heard the rumours and whispers and seen the odd bit of evidence that backed them up.

And Tatsuta could tell she was going to enjoy this match very much.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

As she entered the arena, Sylvie Leblanc wore her trademark jet black wrestling bikini and boots which, as always, made a striking contrast with her ivory complexion and naturally silver hair. Her heavy breasts bounced comfortably inside the taut material as she made her run up, making sure to let her hips sway provocatively as she revealed herself in the spotlights: there was nothing like some calculated sexiness to get the crowd on your side at the start of an important match.

Sylvie's bikini look

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With this being her second match at LAW Sylvie was feeling tense and excited as she headed down the long walkway, her silver locks sparkling as she turned her head from side to side gratefully acknowledging the accolades from her fans in the crowd on either side.

Always a stickler for due diligence, the French hottie had checked out her opponent's stats beforehand, and both women were evenly matched, each one standing 5' 11" and weighing in at 165 lbs. The rules this time were for a submission/hentai match which was certainly one of Tatsuta's preferred match types but the French grappler was hardly a novice when it came to hentai submission either and she certainly lacked no confidence that she would vanquish her opponent under these rules. Sylvie had noted that at 30 years of age Murasaki had 5 years on her and her assessment was that either this would give the other woman an experience edge over her, or the French wrestler might end up benefiting from the greater stamina of youth over her older rival.

Sylvie climbed nimbly up to the ring and, flicking her long silver hair, vaulted effortlessly over the top rope to make absolutely clear how fit and ready she was for the tough match to come. Now there was nothing to do but lean against the ropes performing her last stretches as she waited for the referee girl to call them to the centre to start the proceedings.

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The referee motioned for both to prepare and move to the centre of the ring and Tatsuta obliged, swaying over with a grace and sass far too classy for the carnal sport that frequently transpired here. Her long strides were imposing and powerful, a stark contrast to the playful, dancing motions she'd entered the ring with.

Looking upon Sylvie, her face was a simple smile and her eyes did not travel much; she'd watched her carefully as she'd entered the ring. On the surface the Frenchwoman would appear stronger but that was due to her sharper definition, something that wasn't the same as strength or even volume of muscle. Yet that definition outlined a body that was likely her equal in terms of overall power save for one spot; her legs. It was a mixture of Tatsuta's quiet pridefulness and eye towards detail but while Sylvie's were far above average in build, her Japanese opponent didn't think they had the same raw density of mass to match hers. Her own bust certainly was larger than Sylvie's but she could tell hers were firmer and less prone to the droop of her own breasts.

Unsurprisingly, she liked every bit of it. Tatsuta didn't appear to listen to much of the referees words as her tongue slowly lubricated her lips. As the bell rung, she didn't move.

"You look much more substantial than the first girl I got to enjoy here. What a coincidence that the numbers they put up on our website entries match up so neatly." Tatsuta spoke, stretching her arms back which caused her great tits to pull upwards from the straining fabric criss-crossing them. "I don't suppose you're much for sport or ritual Sylvie?" She asked as the thin black-purple strips over her nipples gradually slid away.

Her hands were raised at head level and she looked half-expectantly at her.

"My way in Seaside of greeting an opponent and inviting them for some mutual enjoyment. Once one of our backs hits the rope, corner, or wall, we'll start in full~" She winked, slightly flexing her tummy - she was inviting this woman to feel every inch that she advertised.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

The bell had already rung and Sylvie observed Tatsuta standing opposite looking at her expectantly, hands raised at head level, her body poised in an inviting way. The Japanese wrestler needn't have worried as the silver-haired wrestler was just as eager to lock up as she was, moving forward so they met in the centre of the ring, laced their fingers together and began to push against each other aggressively.

"Your way of greeting an opponent, well let me show you mine too, huh?" The blonde hissed as both wrestlers' hands went high, attractively-toned biceps straining as they pressed forward until their foreheads almost made contact. In another moment their full breasts touched, constrained within their tight bikini tops, setting up a reaction which felt to both women almost like a static electric shock.

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"My, they're excitable aren't they?" Tatsuta said as she poked nipples first against Sylvie's tits, a slight strain to her words, serpentine and alluring. Her breasts were notably larger and protruded more but squished and dispersed against Sylvie's. "A nice perk to them; I find those kinds of tough, compact breasts under-appreciated~" Tatsuta said, her lips so close to Sylvie's. Her tits were larger and subsequently no as sensitive yet Sylvie's bent and moved less than hers, spilling against them, mashing, rubbing, even going over her collarbone and under her chest.

Slowly, she pushed forwards, not quite to break off into a hold, but towards the ropes. If she was successful, she'd press her against them yet retain the test of strength, now attempting to press her sharp, toned abs into her opponent's, seeing what she was made of down there.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Let's just get on with this," Sylvie grunted testily as both women took the strain and began pushing against each other. The French wrestler considered it one of the oldest mind games in the book to belittle an opponent by complimenting them while pointing out their boobs were in fact smaller than your own. After all she'd done it often enough herself in previous matches!

Although identical in height, she'd imagined Tatsuta Murasaki would prove more slender and be easier to muscle around when they fought close in. In fact, the Japanese wrestler's build was deceptively robust and clearly packed weight now that they were both flexing their wrists and digging in. That the Japanese wrestler's breasts were somewhat larger than her own and seemed to slightly engulf Sylvie's as they squashed together was a rather unpleasant revelation as well. "Damn, its official then..." Sylvie muttered under her breath. Her opponent outclassed her in the breast department - in size at any rate if not in firmness.

As she was thinking this Tatsuta was also leaning hard in, trying to push her back towards the ropes it seemed. Well, that was a battle Sylvie wouldn't concede easily, she told herself. Straining her body hard, the silver-haired woman felt their breasts mushrooming outwards and abs pressing together as she fought to hold her opponent back. Even so, her feet began to slide backwards until she set her face in determination and dug the points of her toes in hard enough to steady her position. Now it seemed they were stalemated as they both struggled to gain an upper hand, gasping with the effort as they leaned in, arms straining, trying to force the other back, down, over, or whatever it took to gain an advantage in this intriguing test of strength.

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"Don't feel so bad~" Tatsuta purred. There was a playful glint in her eyes; she wasn't just flirty but sharp. She leaned closer to her, almost as if for a kiss, but her lips dwelled on the distance between the confrontational and the intimate. "There are many fine women who outclass you and I both... but size isn't always that impressive."

Her breath strained lightly, something that was deliberate as much as it was a product of her experience and strength. Sylvie and her were under current circumstances evenly matched but Tatsuta did not plan to overpower her. Taking the intimacy a step further, she began to shift her shoulders left and right. Her breasts in turn would "jab" in slow and arousing motions, each one taking turns pressing into the opposing tits. Her eyes would remain locked on Sylvie's, alluring with their light purple irises, yet she was observing with her body.

As her tits went from pressing to rubbing over and under Sylvie's body, she would begin bringing the rest of her body closer while raising her arms, trying to force Sylvie to straighten up. If this was successful, she would begin moving the rest of her body closer; her ribs would dock first, then her abs, and if she was lucky, the mound of venus right above the crotch. Toned skin packing impressive muscles would at first brush, then kiss, and if Tatsuta's pressing was adept enough, fully dock as graceful, toned bodies met.

If this was successful, Tatsuta would give her a loving massage amid the test of strength. Her unflexed upper midsection would abrade and bump against her opponent's, adding a tinge of friction underneath the smooth, sponging rubbing of their breasts. Her belly would brush up against Sylvie's in quick swipes, intermittently stopping to lightly grind bellybutton to bellybutton, abs flaring at a small fraction of their full hardness to tease and harden her white-haired opponent's stomach with arousal. Her abs were quite well defined, Tatsuta noted, and she would have fun using them as a rubbing post as she was doing now... but with far more passionate intensity.

She was aiming to push her to the ropes, to trap her there, and end this test of strength and sexual prowess on a high note; hers.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

This was developing into real intimate stuff already Sylvie told herself as Tatsuta began gyrating her weighty breasts into her own, causing both opposing sets to shift and rub together, still locked inside the taut constraining material of their bikini tops. Their faces were close enough that she could feel the other woman's hot breath on her lips as her opponent began raising her arms bringing them ever closer together. With her breath coming faster and her heart thumping already in her chest Sylvie brought her own arms up in opposition, welcoming the erotic tension as their straining bodies docked, feeling the hard ridges of their opposing abs pressing together while their prominent mounds kissed down below, still held in containment by their skimpy bikini briefs.

"You're rubbing against me like you want it bad," the French wrestler grunted approvingly as she pushed back forcefully to crush Tatsuta's belly fully against her own. As they ground together bellybutton to bellybutton, both women's hard abs began teasing each other, lubricated by the sweat that was already starting to run off their superheated bodies. Sylvie sensed Tatsuta hoped simultaneously to arouse and weaken her, and she smirked as she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She'd played this sort of game before and wasn't going to give in easily. Her stance remained flexible yet firm as she leaned hard into the other woman, still grinding back with equal strength, their hands now fully extended above their heads. Tatsuta clearly intended to force Sylvie back against the ropes but Sylvie was determined to show her adversary she wasn't a pushover, and she wondered excitedly who would blink first as their bodies began to shudder erotically in an effort to break the deadlock.

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"And you wouldn't? How modest." Tatsuta teased, leaning in to nuzzle against her cheek. Her tongue drew a saliva line across her cheek. "I prefer to be upfront about my desires and intentions; a common courtesy~"

Evenly matched, Tatsuta felt the same intimacy she'd forced upon Sylvie returned to her. The French woman's belly muscles didn't feel or appear as defined as Tatsuta's but she was not arrogant or self-absorbed enough to mistake that for weakness. She panted openly, feeling no need to hide her own arousal. Some might see that as weakness but Tatsuta knew a fleeting pleasure didn't mean too much in the long run.

You didn't win these types of engagements just relying on pure strength. If Tatsuta was a true heel, she would have converted to a leg lock or even a stretch hold. Yet she held herself to a higher standard and as an expert of combative intimacy.

Leaning closer towards her, Tatsuta would engage a tricky manoeuvre. Most people saw body to body wrestling as merely a contest of who had bigger breasts and tougher muscles; they weren't wrong but not fully right either. Tatsuta had rubbed down heavyweights before, made them quiver and sigh, and while she couldn't match them with strength and size, she did have finesse and skill.

Flexing at full power, Tatusta panted as her abs scrubbed up and down rapidly over Sylvie's; it looked desperately, unbecomingly so even but Tatsuta was doing more. Her large breasts were bumping up and down her opponent's and her abdominal rubs were focused on one particular area of her tummy; she was careful not to slip much to the left or right, aiming to rub a line at the top of her opponent's bellybutton to a little close to the centre of her rib cage.

However, then her belly muscles would soften, un-flexing and hopefully causing Sylvie to sink against her. Her legs and arms would remain strong yet her now more welcoming tummy would switch gears. It seemed innocuous at first but the strategy was more clever than it seemed. The frenetic hard body grinds were meant to inflame and arouse a specific concentrated area in a short period of time; she couldn't do so for long as it went both ways. Yet now that needy, inflamed, sexually alight area of her opponent's belly would be a bit more sensitive.

Like a teasing hand travelling across an open papercut or a sore, Tatsuta's belly would sensually smooth up that same target zone it had been roughly grinding against like a bag of rocks. Hard grinds that felt like they could cause sparks were replaced by a loving press and smoothing, massaging motions as her tender skin molded against and lovingly travelled up and down, left and right over those sore, needy areas. All the while Tatsuta's large breasts lazily rubbed over Sylvie's, aiming not to squash them but tease and arouse them by pulling them around. They would mash against the side of her breasts, sliding over them slowly and in the process forcing them off to one side.

If this was all successful and Sylvie's arousal imbalanced her or caused her to lose focus, Tatsuta would try to push forwards and press Sylvie against the ropes, pressing her against them for a pinning motion. It wouldn't win the match, but it would to her determine who would win this sensual competition that opened up their match.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

As their breasts and abs continued to rub against each other provocatively the silver-haired grappler began to wonder idly what the audience was making of this unexpectedly slow, sensual start to this match. Although she suspected Tatsuta of responding equally to the continuous stimulation, Sylvie found herself gasping almost imperceptibly before taking a deep breath as she struggled to hold the line. Ah well, let them wonder all they like, she thought to herself, changing her stance slightly to allow her hard-muscled thigh some access between the Japanese wrestler's legs. Pressing against the other woman's prominent mound, Sylvie began working her tensed quadriceps muscles into the fabric of Tatsuta's skimpy bikini briefs as a distinct cameltoe presented itself.

"You can feel that for sure, can't you?" The French woman taunted her opponent as she leaned more into Tatsuta's body. It was an offensive move but also an attempt to wrest back the initiative to some extent, as she had felt herself starting to lose focus given the length of time the Japanese wrestler had now been rubbing her down into a state of arousal. However Tatsuta responded now, Sylvie suspected the sensual competition was reaching its crisis point, and the match would soon open up.