Last Woman Standing- Fashion Assassin vs Battling Bodybuilder!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana tried to will her body to do something, anything, while Kieda stared her down. The Fashion Assassin cut an imposing figure, making Hana feel as if there was nothing she could do to measure up. This, despite her toned, buxom figure that many would have died for, showcased by a bikini that highlighted every inch of her strong, powerful body. All of which seemed useless right now, as Hana could only stare back at Kieda, worrying over her next move!

“Aaoww!” Hana cried, seemingly unaware of Kieda’s kick until the boot slammed her upside the head! Stunned, Hana stumbled on the mat, looking cross-eyed, rocked hard by the big boot. Hana shook her head, staggered, and couldn’t get her bearings in time to stop herself from taking a hard knee strike to her face! “Guuh!” Hana groaned, head shooting backward, spit flying from her mouth as she went backward. Hana’s arms windmilled, trying to keep her balance.

Hana stumbled backward, shaking her head. “G-gonna … not gonna … fall …” Hana said, sounding like she was begging herself. However, the sharp one-two shots she’d just taken were simply too much for the bodybuilder, and in the end, she fell! “Uhn!” Hana grunted, back hitting the canvas. With the arena lights spinning overhead, Hana lay back and gasped, lying spread eagle at Kieda’s feet. “D-damn …” Hana whimpered, trying to gather her thoughts before Kieda could take advantage of her again!

[SubtleRoar]

*The exhaustive measures Kieda had taken in order to fully neutralize the monstrous muscles Hana possessed had ultimately left her devoid of any and all expendable energy, nearly plummeting to the ground herself with just as much unsteadiness as her opponent. However, the damage had already been done- Nearly left completely immobilized by her unabated assault, the nimble kunoichi planted her boots against the firm strata of ground beneath her, taking in a few, sharp breaths before marveling at the damage she had inflicted upon the ginger giantess.*

"You're...pretty talented~" *Kieda remarked, unabashedly complimenting the intrepid woman from across the ring- She had shown an impressive amount of potential throughout their altercation, and in response, the fashion assassin herself bestowed upon her a genuine commendation. However, this wasn't going to be her moment, and the mauve maelstrom was quick to remind her of this fact by stomping the base of her magnificently, hand-carved boot against the groggy titan's midsection for a haughty pin, spreading her arms outwards to bask in the praise of her adoring audience.*

Spoiler

*However, much to her chagrin, she heard the contradicting screams of encouragement for the spunky rookie, instead of her name being chanted by her avid supporters.* "Get up Hana! Don't give up!" *Someone shouted, causing a twinge of irritation to crumple Kieda's face into an expression of anger.* "Hey! I'm the dazzling fashionista here! Worship me!" *The belligerent bombshell demanded, beginning to harshly dig the bottom of her boot into Hana's stomach.*

[Luncha_Libre]

“Owww …” Hana whimpered, her entire body smarting after being put down to the mat yet again by Kieda’s assault. Hana pouted, thinking of how this woman had been battering her from all angles. The bodybuilder had to get her head in the game before it was too late, she thought to herself. Otherwise, she was going to end up humiliated, out here!

Rolling up to one shoulder, Hana could hear the rallying cries of the fans. Her trembling body responded by trying to push her up. “W-won’t let you down …” she grunted, wanting nothing more than to answer the support of the fans by getting back up to her feet and getting back into the fight. However, Kieda was waiting for her, and free to do whatever she wanted.

“AAAARGH!” Hana screamed, feeling a boot dig hard into her firm abs. Kieda had been totally free to act, and she’d done so by grinding a boot into Hana’s bare and trembling abs. The bodybuilder writhed in agony beneath her opponent, legs pumping and kicking as Kieda tortured her. “Aaaaaugh … uuuugh … nnnnnnoo …” Hana moaned in protest, wrapping her arms around her midsection as she writhed in pain. Her bare feet slapped the mat in agony, sweat forming on her body as she suffered through Kieda’s torture. “S-stop …” Hana groaned, arms wrapped tight around her body, ample breasts pressed tight between her arms as Hana fought to keep herself from breaking out into full-on tears from the humiliating torture she was forced to endure.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her malicious stomping continued almost unabated, Kieda felt a light amount of resistance suddenly beginning to stave off her relentless assault on Hana's vulnerable stomach.* "Awww, what's wrong sweetie? Are you going to cry?" *Genuinely feeling miserable for taunting the newbie in front of a packed arena, the cobalt acrobat remained adamant on maintaing her in-ring persona of a dastardly villain, continuing to grind her heel against the ginger's plump orbs before finally withdrawing her magnificent boot and snagging a clump of Hana's admittedly gorgeous locks.*

"Ohohohohoho~" *She allowed her voice to carry itself across the stadium, relishing the indescribable high she felt from effortlessly dominating the vascular behemoth.* "So, tell me something honey..." *She lifted the leviathan upwards, balancing the base of her chin against her firmly clinched fist, propping her against the ends of her knuckles while maintaining eye contact.* "How are you enjoying this so far? Have I thoroughly dazzled you yet?" *With a condescending remark, Kieda sent a flirtatious wink her way before giving the weary woman a tender kiss on the lips.*

"Woooooo~" *The crowd snickered from the gentle moment between the two, as what initially started out as a light bit of indulgence from the beguiled shinobi gradually became a moment of catharsis, as the dominant fashionista had craved this moment since she had first caught sight of the hulking goddess.*

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[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaaoowww~!” Hana groaned, Kieda’s fashionable boot grinding her beneath her heel. The redhead blushed and writhed on the mat, utterly humiliated at the treatment she was getting from her opponent.

“Aaaarrrrrghhh!” Hana’s cries got stronger as Kieda’s boot moved up to her chest, crushing her ample bust and only making her humiliation that much more acute. Hana’s face was as red as her hair as she writhed beneath Kieda’s boot. The young Japanese girl’s feet slapped and pounded against the mat uselessly while she struggled to get free, her head shook from side to side, but the most sensitive bits of her body were being punished in a way that left her far too weak to get free!

“Uuughn!” Hana grunted, taking a deep breath as Kieda hoisted her up. Looking at her opponent with wide eyes, Hana couldn’t believe how easily the Fashion Assassin was beating her down. Hana was trembling, realizing that this was bad. Really bad. Her soft flesh quivered against Kieda as the young woman pulled her tight. “Wh-what?” Hana gasped, clearly confused at what was happening. Right up to the moment that Kieda pulled her tight and pressed their lips together.

“Nnnnnnnnnguh~” Hana moaned loud and deep, her body flushing hot and warm against Kieda as she felt the woman’s mouth overtake her own. Hana was putty in Kieda’s hands, the thorough beating and unexpected kiss leaving Hana utterly starstruck. Hana stared up at Kieda with wet, trembling eyes, and her brain struggled to come to terms with how easily Kieda had neutralized her strength, and made her into a plaything in the center of the ring!

[SubtleRoar]

*Her emotional manipulation having been the x-factor right from the beginning, this was purely an example of expertise outworking raw strength. However, Kieda admittedly found Hana's plaintive moans quite erotic, although she would never openly confess this newfound attraction towards the towering titaness that was caught between her plump, succulent lips.*

"Hmm...I believe it's time to put this baby to bed~" *With a vestige of haughtiness lingering in her voice, Kieda swooped downwards before ramming the point of her elbow directly into Hana's feminine cove. Before she had a chance to process what had just transpired however, Kieda focused the remaining, expendable energy she had stored up in her body to snag and lift the colossal woman off of her feet- Literally. With the crowd gasping at such a remarkable feat of athleticism, it appeared as though she was going for her signature Uzai 'a la mode!*

"Now, take a deep breath and kiss the canvas for me, darling~" *With one, final condescending remark the azure assassin sent her helpless victim on a collision course directly towards the ground beneath them. With a resounding* "THUNK!" *Kieda lingered against Hana's quivering feminine cave for a moment, cherishing the proximity of her facial lips near Hana's covered clit.*

Spoiler

"Excuse me, Mr.Official? Can you count this darling little dumpling out please?" *Kieda nonchalantly chuckled, firmly pressing her midsection into the ginger's nearly lifeless form, as the audience began to ubiquitously chant* "Holy shit! Holy shit!" *As an enthusiastic response to what they had just witnessed; not only had they been thoroughly impressed with their fashion assassin gaining the upper hand, but the outstanding performance by the robust rookie would leaving a lasting impression on the spectators watching!*

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana had been intimidated by the Fashion Assassin from the opening moments of the match, and now the mind games were taking full advantage of her. Hana whimpered as Kieda’s lips engulfed and controlled her mouth, hot breath coming out in gasps as Hana was struggled, and completely failed, to pull herself away from the kiss. Fans whooped and hollered, adding to the sheer shame that Hana was feeling at the moment. Her cheeks flushed as red as her hair, while Hana shuddered against Kieda’s body.

“H-huh?” Hana moaned at Kieda’s comment about putting her to bed. Hana’s dazed confusion evaporated immediately, as she took a hard and sharp elbow between her thighs! “Hhhgggnnnn!” Hana grunted, tears flowing freely from her eyes as the sharp strike nailed her right in the most sensitive part of her body. Hana collapsed, her ample curves falling into Kieda’s body as the Fashion Assassin scooped her up.

“Aaaauugh,” Hana moaned loudly, her body going upside down as Kieda pulled her up into position for the piledriver. Hana’s body quivered against Kieda, while she was pulled up against her. Hana’s thighs trembled against Kieda’s face as her crotch met with Kieda’s face. Then, before Hana knew what was happening, her stomach lurched and she slammed head-first into the canvas!

BOOM! Hana’s head spiked against the mat, sending a thundering sound through the arena. When Kieda released her, Hana would flop lifelessly to the mat. Lying there, spread eagle, Hana gasped for air and stared wide-eyed at the arena lights. The ref came up over her. Before she knew what was happening, the ref was counting.

“ONE! TWO! THREE!”

Hana’s body quivered and twitched. She coughed, chest heaving as she gasped for air. Hana squinted, tears flowing from her eyes. She had to get up, Hana knew that much. She just had to try.

“FOUR! FIVE!”

[SubtleRoar]

"Oh? Already unable to contend with someone so out of your league? Why am I not surprised?" *With a pretentious sneer plastered on her countenance, Kieda nonchalantly stood to her feet while the ringside official continued counting towards the dreaded, double digit number.* "Six...Seven.." *Peering around the ring, she caught the gaze of a handful of Hana's fans- While not particularly vast in any sense of the word, they seemed particularly impressed with what they had witnessed here tonight, mimicking Kieda's own, personal sentiment to a certain extent.*

"Eight...Nine..." *With a cavalier sigh, Kieda relaxed against the top rope, her body blithely swaying from side to side as the final number was announced, ushering in Hana's unfortunate demise.* "TEN! HANA IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE!" *While the victory was no easy task for the Fashion Assassin, she still felt as though their was a certain emptiness to it- She had inadvertently crushed this robust rookie, and felt a pang of regret for doing so.*

"Hey..." *The cerulean assassin started, delicately kneeling down before continuing.* "Don't be so hard on yourself; it's not often that a novice possesses such raw potential like you, Hana." *A jubilant inflection in her voice, Kieda affably offered her right hand to help the prostrated fledging back to her feet, attempting to leave a good impression on Hana in the wake of her unprecedented defeat.*

[Luncha_Libre]

Laid out flat on the mat, Hana moaned loudly. The piledriver had rocked her head, sent a shock through her entire body, and left her struggling to remain conscious. She could hear the referee’s count, and the growing voices of the fans as they began to wonder if this was already it for the redheaded rookie. Hana grunted, winced, and tensed her body.

Hana’s toned abs flexed, as did her powerful thighs. The match hadn’t been going on long, but Hana knew that if Kieda had needed to pin her for the end, she’d have done so easily. Around the count of nine, Hana let out a loud moan and tried her best to force her body upright.

“Aaaugh!” Hana threw an arm up … and it flopped down limply, doing nothing more than hugging her heaving breasts. Hana heard the ref reach the ten count and declare the match over. “Uugn,” Hana sobbed, realizing that it was over for her. The voices of some fans fell, disappointed in the result, or in her performance. Others cheered at seeing the Fashion Assassin pick up such a dominant victory. Hana could only blink back tears, and let the voices all mesh into one sound.

All voices, except one. Hana opened her eyes to see Kieda kneeling next to her, speaking kindly. Blushing, Hana tried to listen, despite her current humiliation. Still, Hana couldn’t help but appreciate the kindness.

“P-potential,” she groaned, trying and failing to sit up, “doesn’t get wins …” Hana covered her face with both hands, feeling hot tears begin to well up. She wondered if anyone had ever lost a ‘last woman standing’ match this quickly. “But … thank you. Thank you for letting me face you. Many wrestlers would be much more cruel, in your position.” Hana sighed.

[SubtleRoar]

"Potential is the plaster mold from which champions are formed, darling~" *Kieda gingerly brushed off the enormous woman's shoulders, feeling the bond between herself and Hana beginning to deepen with their brief amount of banter.* "And trust me, all it takes is a little polishing on what you already know before someone of your stature has gold around her finely cut waist..." *As if she had tripped a landmine, Kieda's face suddenly flushed with a vermillion hue before recoiling back into her pompous shell.*

"ANYWAY, as I was saying, don't let one little loss dissuade you from pursuing your dreams~" *And with that, the cerulean storm delicately bowed towards the applauding audience, never one to shy away from glowing in the radiance of the spotlight's splendor, gesturing for the titanic titaness to do so alongside her.* "Please, you've earned it."