Victoria vs Luna - Erotic debuts

[Blade ocs]

"Good. I will be a bitch for you to remember." She said.


Luna ran towards Victoria at first however she suddenly went to right of her. She did this to try and evade her gaurd. She would follow up with a dropkick to Victoria.

If that didn't work she woud rebound afterwards to go and lunge at her. Luna was going for a spear. She just wanted Victoria to hit the ground.

She was not fool. She thinks that Victoria has something planned. That why she evaded her. To dodge whatever she uses hopefully at any rate.

[Victoria]

"Be a bitch then!" Victoria smirked at her opponent seeing her rushing towards her. She was ready for a tackle and lifted her hands up high. She could feel the tension in the air and once Luna was close to her, she was going to grab her shoulders. Her one leg pushed backwards to build up a better balance but suddenly she notices...

Her opponent dodged her attempt of grabbing her and her eyes open wide in suprise. She was stumbling a bit forward just long enough, for her opponent to use the momentum of the ropes and push Victoria down hard by tackling her on her back. Her head and face hit the ground hard as she was sliding a bit on the mat just to end up on her stomach and breathing hard. The impact on her back, stopped her breathing for a second just so she snapped for air hearing the crowd cheer loudly:

"Fuck..s..she dodged...and her power behind that tackle...oh...fuck...!"

[Blade ocs]

Luna goes on the ground. She goes to use her elgs to wrap around her waste and starts to sqeeze her stomach. She is performing a body siccors on her.


"Well little miss. Things are looking bad for you. You might as well and give up." She said before she starts to really hurt Victoria with her legs.

It such a shame to Luna. Maybe she will win without using a ginsher or a singuture move on Victoria. If that how it gonna be. Oh well it how itt gonna be.

[Victoria]

"Don't call me... ugh... 'little miss'!" she growled, her voice strained with frustration and defiance. "I'll be on top of your ugly face soon! And I will be called the queen!"

Her body twisted and writhed beneath her opponent’s crushing hold, every movement laced with desperation. She reached down, her hands gripping at the other girl's legs, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs in a frantic attempt to force them apart. She pulled and strained with everything she had, but it was no use,her limbs felt like lead. The bodyscissor was tight, and in her weakened state, even the simplest motion took immense effort. Her strength was fading, her breath growing shallower with each passing second.

Still, she refused to surrender.

Gritting her teeth, she continued to squirm and struggle, sweat beading on her forehead. Between gasps, she barked out a taunt, her voice sharp but shaky: "Is that all you've got? You're kind of weak!" The irony wasn’t lost on her...she could barely move, and yet she fought to keep up the bravado.

Then, with a sudden surge of effort, she twisted her upper body and slammed a fist blindly behind her, aiming to disrupt her opponent’s squeeze. Seizing the moment, she drove her arm backward in a tighter arc and launched a determined punch toward Luna’s side. It wasn’t clean, and it wasn’t powerful, but it was desperate. All she needed was for Luna to loosen the hold, just for a second, just long enough to suck in a lungful of air and maybe, just maybe, turn the fight around...

[Blade ocs]

"Oh honey... alright I will best you that way." Luna said.

She got up. She left Victora breath. She looks at her on where to strike her. Oh yes she has to make sure she laying on her back. Ya that right. Silly her.

She goes to kick behind her so that she can lay on her back if not already. She would go to her head. She would then jump up in the air. She would land her big butt onto Victoria face. Doing a Mecha drop.


IF that work she would say this as she uses her legs to hold her arms and hers her hands to hold her legs. " do you like that? Do you like my ass suffercating you? This is how you will lose."

[Victoria]

Victoria sat up slowly, her body aching after enduring that crushing bodyscissor. She was hunched forward, breathing heavily, barely able to gather herself. The crowd roared around her, cheering and snapping photos, but she was too focused on trying to recover to notice.

As she pushed herself up onto her knees, she growled: “You... will...pay for...ARGGHGHGH!”

Before she could finish, a sharp kick slammed into her side, knocking the air from her lungs. Her back arched in pain before she collapsed flat on her back, completely open and vulnerable. Luna didn’t hesitate. She turned around, positioned herself above Victoria’s face, and with a smug smile...

BOOM!

Luna dropped her soft butt smothering Victoria’s face beneath her. A collective gasp and explosion of cheers echoed through the arena as Luna settled into the humiliating pin, burying her rival’s face deep into the curves of her dominating backside.

Flashes from cameras lit up the scene like a rock concert. The audience was loving every second of it—this wasn’t just a move...it was a statement. What could possibly be more degrading than having your face buried in the warm, enveloping depths of your opponent’s peach in front of a roaring crowd?

Victoria’s reaction was immediate and frantic.

"Mpfhfgf...nhghgfh...get...off...nhgfhgf...!"

Her legs kicked the mat uselessly, and her hands slapped and pounded against Luna’s firm cheeks in a desperate, panicked rhythm. Her muffled screams were lost beneath the weight pressing down on her, and each flailing motion grew weaker by the second. She clawed at Luna’s thighs, pushed at her hips, even tried to buck her off, but her drained body simply couldn’t muster the strength needed to break free.

[Blade ocs]

Luna felt and experienced the attempts for Victoria to break free. However she didn't care. It doesn't matter ifnit hurt or not. All she cares about is making Victoria tap out or making her pass out.

To make Victoria suffer more while onto of her. Luna goes and does a chop to Victoria womanhood to hurt her even more. People took pictures of that. So she strike her woman hood a few more time. Not to much more or else she fears she will get in trouble.

She goes to putt more pressure on her face to help her suffercate. She wants to make sure she will pass out. She even lifted her ass up in the air and slammed it down. She did that 3 more times and people took pictures.

" Do you want to know why I did that? Because your body is weak now. That why I did it. I know you are too weak to stop me. If you don't tap out in time I will carry you to the locker room."

The fans where cheering her name. They love her. Some confuse there love. Some wanted to have sex with her. Nothing for Victoria expect wanting dor her to tap out so she can save herself.

[Victoria]

Victoria was buried deep between the blue-haired fighter’s suffocating cheeks, completely immobilized. Every attempt to move only made things worse, each shift or squirm caused the hold to tighten, stealing more of her precious air. She could barely believe it: tossed around like a ragdoll, and now smothered and pinned beneath two taunting cheeks as if this were the final act of a cruel joke.

Her body jerked in pain as Luna’s hand came crashing down with a sharp chop to her exposed pussy. A pained moan escaped Victoria’s lips, half agony, half desperation. It was the kind of sound that told everyone watching: she was close to her limit. Maybe too close.

Was this really how it would end for her?

She could barely hear Luna's taunting voice over the ringing in her ears, but the threat was clear: if she didn’t tap, she'd be dragged off to the locker room for even worse humiliation. That alone sent a fresh jolt of adrenaline through her veins.

But Victoria Rose wasn’t just some plaything. She was a fighter. And she wasn’t about to let herself be humiliated without a fight.

With grit and defiance burning in her chest, she started to wriggle, twisting left, then right, making the ride as difficult as possible for her opponent. Luna might’ve had her locked down, but Vicky wasn't done yet. If there was even one slim chance to escape, she was going to take it.

And finally, through sheer determination, she managed to free one arm from the humiliating pin. Wasting no time, her fingers shot straight for Luna’s hair. She gripped it hard and yanked with everything she had, trying to throw her off balance, anything to shift the weight, to disrupt the hold, to breathe again.

[Blade ocs]

Luna thought that this would win it for her. That she was done. Soon she will pass out. That soon she will be the winner. She can lay this amtch to rest.

However to her surpsie Victoria went to grab her hair. She mange to make Luna leave her face ao she can get some free air at last.how much longer could she of lasted. She has no idea. No time to think about that now.

Luna go up from the ground. She went to a farway turn buckle. Climbing up to the top rope. She was staring at Victoria before she turned her head away. Luna went to do her top rope finsher MECHA LOCK ON!

She knew. She was certain. That Victoria has probably haven't seen a move this this before. Maybe she does know. However, there is no way that she is gonna see this coming. She thought at the very least.

[Victoria]

Victoria was struggling to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to recover. Her vision was hazy, her surroundings a blur of lights and noise. The lingering effects of the brutal smother she had just endured left her dazed, her body trembling with exhaustion. She instinctively scanned the ring, but her opponent was nowhere in sight and that was the danger.

Before she could react, a shadow loomed above her. Luna had climbed the turnbuckle in silence, her athletic frame balanced with practiced precision. Then, without a word, she leapt. Time seemed to slow for a moment as Luna launched herself into the air, her body twisting into a flawless backflip. The crowd gasped a mix of awe and disbelief. And before Victoria could even brace herself, Luna came crashing down.

Her landing was brutal. Luna’s body connected squarely with Victoria’s stomach, forcing the air from her lungs in a single, violent gasp. The impact arched Victoria’s back off the mat, her head and feet momentarily leaving the ground in reflexive shock. The blow knocked the wind out of her, freezing her lungs mid-breath.

Then...stillness.

She collapsed back down, arms and legs sprawled wide, motionless. The pain radiated through her core, her limbs unresponsive. The crowd's roar seemed distant now, as if coming from underwater. Victoria lay there, spread-eagle, her body refusing to move, stunned and completely overwhelmed by the devastating aerial assault.