There was something so intensely satisfying about grinding Karla's body into a paste with her boots. It wasn't just the way she yielded to the attacks. Or the way her skin reddened where she'd just stomped. Or even the screams. It was the look on her face. The wincing. The agony. The tears. There was a strange eroticism to Karla's struggle. And it made the lightweight sadist feel -powerful-!
She looked over the woman's body at Karina... The bigger woman was enjoying punishing Karla as much as she was it seemed. And... That gave little Rose Gold pause. Of the two threats, Karla was the lesser. That was doubly true given her battered and bruised state in this instance. In a one-on-one fight, she wasn't confident she could beat her. Not as she was now.
Rose Gold drove the tip of her boot into Karla's side, in the space between her ribs and hip bone. Something to drive the air out of her. Keep her still and complacent. "Sorry kitten. But all's fair in love and professional wrestling." She gave Karla a cheeky wink before she started backward away from her. A step later and it was clear what she was doing, heading towards the ropes.
Her back hit, absorbing her momentum and slingshotting her back! She strode towards Karla, with emphasis put on her right leg! She was going to drive that boot into her ribcage and shatter her completely. Karina had her suppressed. She had nowhere to go. And the Sinister Siren was poised to see her night end early!
Her left foot planted! Her body tensed!
But the kick never came! Instead, her boot crashed down atop her, vaulting Rose Gold skyward!
Her opposite knee aimed to crash into the center of Karina's face with a piggy-backed Gilded Wizard! The Gilded Wizard
The abuse of the red head continued and Karina seemed more than wlling to give Rose the space and access she needed to aid in this temporary alliance. It also gave Karina some time to recover from Karla's earlier assault but she didn't need that much time since she herself was still pretty fresh in the fight. She considered putting the woman into a camel clutch to keep on targeting her and perhaps even make Karla tap out.. Though she opted to wait for Rose to finish her little session and it seemed she planned to go for a powerful attack just to give Karla some lasting pain in the side.
However, it did not go the way she thought it would be and just went she stepped away from Karla to give Rose the space, she came in and switched targets just before she would actually meet Karla, focusing on the heavy weight instead! Karina brought her arms up quickly and took a single step back, yet it would be enough as Rose was a lot faster, smashing her knee right between the eyes and causing Karina to stumble further backwards before she dropped down onto her back with a loud grunt. The smaller girl surprised her with the speed and sneak attack, though the result was obvious as it laid Karina out and stunned her for a few good seconds.
"Did you think you were off limits?!" She practically cackled, despite clutching her knee from her back. The Gilded Rose was always a double-edged sword. Such was the cross a high flyer was forced to bear. Bone on bone never came free.
With her knee soothed, Rose Gold rolled over onto her hands and knees. She didn't even bother getting back to her feet fully, there was no point! Immediately, she straddled Karina's face facing her feet. The thin strip of cloth that covered her backside now also covered Karina's mouth and nose as she sat atop her in a reverse face-sit.
"That's the problem with you heavyweights. So comfortable on top. But you make a much-" She interrupted her own sentence as she drove her right fist down into Karina's belly! "Better!" And then her left! "Bottom!" And her right again! The force of her attacks caused her hips to rock upon the heavyweight's face, grinding against her mouth, nose, and chin in an act that would make a porn star blush.
She didn't stop. She wouldn't stop. Rose Gold continued to pummel Karina's bare belly with piston-like punches! Blasting the wind out of her and forcing it up against her barely covered crotch! If she had any hope of winning this thing, she was going to need to destroy Karina completely. And nothing sucked the life out of a fighter like liquefying their abdominal muscles!
With the advantage of that sneak attack going to Rose, it was obvious that she was able to get the results she wanted, bringing Karina down to the ground with a blind sided attack that Karina simply could not react to! She fell upon her back, groaning and stunned for those few seconds for Rose to recover and plan something else, and a plan she did have.
Karina's vision was blurred for the moment, though soon it darkened completely as Karina's face was smothered under that ass, not allowing Karina to breathe and putting her quite the kinky pin! It didn't really matter pin wise, though soon enough Karina started to turn a little bit ready, clearly it was making Karina blush, though soon she was forced to release the air she had stored within her lungs, moaning and grunting out vibrations into that ass and crotch!
Each blow to her bare abs was enough to expel the air out of her body, her legs shifting along the canvas while her hands came up to push against Rose's hips, but with no real destination of where she wanted to push Rose towards, mostly up just so she could get some air into her lungs again while Rose was using her face as both a seat and a toy, humiliating the long haired fighter while her abs were slowly starting to redden from each blow given to them!
"Mmmn~ That's not bad! I guess I was right to assume a girl like you knew how to be a good bottom!" Rose Gold poured as much false praise upon Karina as she did ass. The heavyweight's hands dug into her bare ass and lifted her off of her face just enough for her to get a breath. Just enough for Rose Gold to slam herself back down, ostensibly punching her in the face with her pussy. Just enough for her punches to force her to expel more sweet breath against her sensitive underside.
"Don't be shy now, go ahead, you can have a taste." She bit her lip, a look of faux-scandal crossing her face. Her hips worked in wide, circular motions. The world couldn't feel what Karina was feeling, but they could see it. She wasn't merely smothering her. She was grinding herself against the other woman's face. She was... She was pleasuring herself with the contours of her cheek, chin, and nose.
All the while her fists continued to hammer down upon her belly! "You have such a firm tummy! I'm going to soften it up for you! Paint it all pretty and black and blue!" She was eager to part her abs with her fists. To batter her until she couldn't breathe. It was exactly a technical marvel, but the world watched in awe as Rose Gold, the smallest girl in the ring, sat atop the largest. Enacting the brutality many likely expected to have been put upon her! All while treating the struggling girl beneath her to a humiliating mouth full of pussy!
She was completely enamored with her task. Dominating her opponent in a fashion that lit the crowd ablaze!
It seemed that the confidence of Rose skyrocketed now that she claimed Karina's face as her personal seat and to dish her own punishment on Karina's abs. Karina couldn't exactly moan or breathe in again thanks to Rose grinding away upon her lips and nose, denying her the air that was being forced out of her by the numerous blows. Off course it was quite a sight to see for many, how the big and powerful Karina was not only getting her abs reddened and bruised by the much smaller fighter but she was also getting buried underneath Rose's crotch and ass!
Karina's lower body arched up and down, planting her boots upon the canvas and tried to buck the girl off her body while Karina's face was growing warm and red. Karina tried to open her mouth just to breathe again but got a mouth full of pussy instead, releasing a loud, vibrating moan against it as Rose kept pounding away, denying Karina the mercy of air and to get back up, instead forced to remain on her back and feebly struggling with the short haired girl went to work upon her abs.
Karina had not planned to strike Rose yet but now she greatly regretted it as both the smother and the pounding was getting a great effect from Karina, who's struggling and pushing on Rose's hips weakened more and more, the burning lungs were getting the better of her!
The impact zones reaped pink hills with small lavender crowns on her abdomen. One kick from the heavyweight took her wind and crushed it, but the toe-bash punt squashed her fight. From a turn to one side, then the other, a squeal, then a whimper. Her nerves raved like sheets of molten steel had pressed them. There was no respite but her stomach, and to protect her head, then muster her folded arms to push on the canvas. But she'd be flattened. A foot stabbed her back, thrust down and parted those wobbly arms. Her face smothered face-first, hips stayed up as the migraine of that knee unleashed its second gale. Both hands piled on her face, and she rolled onto her back again, then her side, with her knees tucked in. She'd become a ball that reached out, slapped a hand down, kicked and gained a few inches of ground, rotating clockwise.
At a few points, her eyes felt warm. That soup-ish feeling in her brain when she collapsed, revived, and she could feel herself slip, with dark spots in her vision. She gained ground, battling this, ever-slow, and yearning for a splash of water, a kick, something to rouse her consciousness. And that's when her hand found something. The ropes, stern but flexible enough to wobble in her grasp. Sturdy for her weight that a shoulder could lift off. Then a second hand threw itself overhead and grabbed the second rope.
Hair swept over her face and curled under her top lip as she looked over-shoulder. The white-noise of the crowd's rave as Karina's belly turned to cherry and eggplant stew, and the Behemoth's face happily married to Rose's crotch and cheeks. And the pushes Karina mounted, from here, seemed so ungenuine. Karla threw the bottom-rope hand to the top, pulled and climbed her feet; her knees and thighs came together, rubbed, and her shoulders tried to dive back to the mat, so she doubled both hands on the rope and threw her body against them. The second attempt dug into her reserves, squeezing shut her eyes, tightening her mouth and steadily parting her thighs until she took a wide stance. One hand came off, and a latex-cloaked palm pressed on her forehead, then her eyes opened, one squinted as she breathed deeply.
"Hundchens…"
A foot postured forward, piling her weight on the knee while still reaching back and clinging to the rope. She looked down at her wobbling thigh, placed a hand right where her thigh-high started, then looked up. "I’ll punish you both!" Her hand relinquished the rope, and she ran. Her feet chugged up momentum like a rabid runaway train, with a railway leading only forward, straight for the pair. She leaped when she closed in, tucking her knees in, then trying to piledrive her feet into Rose's chest. The connection could stop all of Karla's momentum, drop to her back, and bludgeon Karina's stomach once more with a jutted elbow.
All of Karina's pushing and struggling seemed performative. As far as Rose was concerned, the giant was right where she wanted to be. Because of course she was, this was where everyone yearned to be. Man and woman both.
Her hips rocked against the long-haired woman's face. She had dismissed her as little more than her toy and rode her as such. Karina's panting breaths only helped to corroborate her fantasy, as her warm wet breath tickled and teased her scantily covered sex. She pounded away on the woman, pummeling her belly with the same fervor that she violated her face.
"Mnnnmm~ I love this sport!" She let out a moaning sigh. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back as she trembled with pleasure. Her focus became her lust. For erotic stimulation. For violence. Most importantly, for the subjugation of another woman!
And then a fire erupted in her chest... As she was launched bodily from her saddle! Karla's boots buried themselves in her modest, perky breasts and sent her tumbling her over heels! She collided with the bottom turnbuckle with a scream! "AUGH!" And came to a rest upside down, staring up at the arena lights through her blushing inner thighs.
Off course Karina was still trying to force Rose off, though she needed time after that surprise attack Rose gave her to get her head back into her game. Right now though, that very head was buried underneath Rose, moaning into that pussy as the girl went ahead and leave her marks upon Karina's abs, each blow more than enough to make those tits bounce and sway from the repeated strike to that solid core, it was definitely a weakened state for Karina!
For the moment, Rose was forced off her and Karina was allowed to breathe once more, taking huge gasps of air while she could look up at the ceiling now. For a long time she had only see total darkness, the warmth of Rose's crotch and ass had been more than enough to turn Karina's face into a furnace and the scent of Rose still lingered in her nostrils and her tongue.
It wasn't long though before the danger became evident and it was Karla who now came down to her in the form of that elbow slamming into her already bruised abs, once again the oxygen left her lungs invontarily and it made Karina cough out repeatedly, yet without the weight placed upon her body, she would try to slowly roll away to safety.
It appeared like the two Hundchens were enjoying each other with pain and pleasure, making this eye-cocktail everyone enjoyed. These two Hundchens so deserved each other. But to the one who knee’d her, they deserved something more. Something compact, stuck-together with the shotgun force striking their chest; Karla’s picture-perfect dropkick. The elbow drop was extra. To buy time for her little revenge episode with the ace of the lightweights.
She sat up and coursed a hand through her silk-velvet hair and popped back to her feet. Looking right to Karina, who seemed trounced by the abdominal flu, battered and minced meat. It allowed her to lock eyes on Rose and form a cheshire grin. “Oh, no… Did I ruin the moment? I’m so… So…” A shrug, “Ok, no I’m not…” She walked forward, squatted and grabbed at Rose’s wrists to drag her back, then pulled them over-head, forcing a seated posture towards the corner. At last, she yanked those held limbs behind her, and the sole of Karla’s boot planted between their shoulder blades.
“Pucker up, Rose.”
She’d stomp, trying to send their face into the turnbuckle pad. But not just one. The luxury of this grip let her dial it back. Then deliver the next. And another.
