I Don’t Need A Mask To Beat You
By Wolfboy
Yuki makes her first defence of the Lightweight Title against an unmasked Miss V
A few days after Emma and Suki had engaged in a competitive and respectful enough catfight, it was the turn of Suki’s second that afternoon, her daughter Yuki, to fight. This would be in defence of her lightweight championship, won at Claire’s expense, and looked likely to be a tough fight against former champion Miss V. The formerly masked German fighter had lost her veil of anonymity against Claire as she relinquished her title to her in a hair vs mask match. Although the German woman had lost the mask, and everyone now knew she was Petra Von Falk, the daughter of a German millionaire, she had elected to retain her fighting name of Miss V. In the build up, she had explained that she no longer needed that secrecy and was ready to embrace who she was in the ring. ‘I don’t need a mask to beat a slut like you!’ she had warned Yuki.
The Japanese girl had simply smiled in return as she suggested ‘you might have preferred to stay anonymous when you find yourself face down, ass up, with my fingers in your pussy, making you squeal with pleasure. Because that’s going to make for quite the news story isn’t it Petra?’ Mind games perhaps from the Japanese fighter, though everyone knew she was capable of it, that was for sure. Miss V laughed it off of course, claiming ‘the press isn’t interested in me, especially with a nobody like you’, but as we settled into our seats at ringside for the evening’s matches, I found myself wondering whether Yuki’s words may just have unsettled Petra a little? It was a three match card with the title match as the main event. The action started with Kensi Welsh, Sara in her corner, taking on Vanessa Starr in what turned into another comfortable win for the likeable blonde who seemed to be adding an edge to her game under Sara’s guidance. The second match saw two relative newcomers engaged in a pretty long battle although neither really marked themselves out as immediate threats to the Smythe title picture I felt. The audience was ready for the main event now, confident that the title match would provide a thrilling end to the evening.
First to the ring was the challenger for the evening, Miss V, who made her way to the ring wearing a knee length gown, belted at the waist, that showed she was wearing sheer black stockings, but revealed nothing else of her attire at this point. She was unmasked and had her blonde hair loose, falling lightly around her shoulders; she slipped into the ring now, heading to her corner to a polite reception from the crowd. As the blonde stood there, leaning against the turnbuckles looking pretty relaxed, attention switched back to the entrance to the ring room, the crowd awaiting their first look at the champion. Yuki didn’t keep them waiting for long at all, following Suki through that door as she made for the ring. Unlike the blonde, Yuki was hiding nothing, striding confidently to the ring wearing her white string bikini with the rising sun emblem emblazoned across the back of her tie side bikini briefs. She wore white patent leather wrestling boots that bore the legend ‘YY’ picked out in bright red on the calf, along with a pair of white knee pads. She climbed the steps to the ring while Suki stayed on the apron, waving briefly to Emma, as her daughter stood there, oozing confidence in her corner of the ring, returning the gaze of Miss V evenly. The lightweight title belt was across Yuki’s shoulder before she handed it to the referee who held it up as the announcer started off ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this evening’s main event is a best of three submissions, anything goes fight for the Smythe Lightweight Championship. There will be no time limit. Introducing first, the challenger who is a former Lightweight Champion, Miss V!’ The crowd applauded the German woman as the announcer continued ‘Miss V is 28 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 139lbs, and 36D-25-38 with a record of 21 wins and 4 losses.’ The challenger’s record showed that she had been a busy fighter in the period since losing to Claire, amassing 3 straight wins. For the time being, she left her gown belted at the waist, not wanting to reveal her attire in the same way her expression revealed little of her feelings, continuing to gaze evenly at Yuki.
‘And now the champion, from Japan, Yuki Yammamoto!’ The crowd cheered enthusiastically for the Japanese bombshell who had quickly cemented herself as something of a favourite with her fighting style. ‘Yuki is 20 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, 126lbs and 34C-23-35 with a catfighting record of 17 wins and 2 losses.’ Now Yuki was anxious it seemed to get the fight going as she shifted on her feet in her corner, lightly, gracefully, like a cat eyeing some distant prey. That distant prey slowly removed her robe now to reveal a black lace thong back bodysuit to go along with her black hold up stockings. She took one pull on the top rope now to stretch herself, Suki gave her daughter some last second instructions, hastily shouted in Japanese from the outside, the referee called ‘fight’, and the action started. Started with a flurry of action too with Yuki rushing Miss V to the ropes, lashing a chop across her breasts and throwing her to the mats as she rolled the blonde across her hip. Miss V landed well though and she was able to surprise the champion as she kicked her legs out to trip her to the mat. A handful of Yuki’s jet black hair allowed her to slam the Japanese fighter’s face into the mat harshly, and it was the challenger who now assumed control of the first fall.
Miss V was definitely the more powerful of the two women, which she showed off after forcing Yuki to her feet by her hair by Irish Whipping her into a corner of the ring hard. Yuki’s cunning ensured that Miss V came in cautiously though before she whipped a punch into the Japanese fighter’s belly and then she expertly monkey flipped Yuki out of the corner, having her land hard at the centre of the ring. Miss V was keen to keep up this early pressure on the Japanese fighter now, getting her from the mat by the hair before delivering a knee lift up into her pert breasts to send Yuki reeling back to the ropes. The German woman came in a little quicker this time, and she paid the price, Yuki snapping out a sharp front kick to the thigh that stopped the blonde challenger’s approach. Now she kept Miss V off balance with a slap to the face and quickly grabbed the blonde’s hair to run her towards the opposite ropes. As they got there, Yuki deftly dodged between the top and middle strands of ring ropes, her grip on Miss V’s golden locks guaranteeing that she crashed into the ropes chest first. Miss V was bowled back to the mat by the impact and Yuki slipped back into the ring, now looking more confident.
The Japanese was a gifted wrestler, but now she wanted to brawl a little it seemed, forcing Miss V to her feet and rocking the blonde back with a punch to the belly and a hard forearm smash across the breasts. Miss V may have been rocked but she fired back with a slap to the face from the back foot, then she shrieked as Yuki slapped and grabbed her right breast, her nails still clearly causing pain through the blonde’s black lace lingerie. Yuki immediately pressed in tight, almost bullying the bigger woman back to the corner. Thinking Miss V may be a little distracted by her effective breast mauling, Yuki looked for a straight knee lift to the crotch that Miss V took on her thigh in defence and then looked to reply with a headbutt to the face. Yuki jerked her head back to take all of the spite out of the butt and then again she pressed her body in tight, keeping her head close to avoid any repeat attacks from Miss V she thought, as her fingers started to knead her breast again. Miss V groaned but then almost got her arm around the Japanese girl’s head in a front headlock that Yuki desperately shrugged off. She had no fortune in avoiding Miss V’s more straightforward hair grab though. Now Yuki was forced to endure a nasty handful of hair, a fierce grip as Miss V tried to force her head back painfully. ‘Bitch!’ she moaned at the German woman, demanding ‘let go of my hair!’ before she cried out loudly in pain as Miss V predictably refused to comply with her demand.
Then it was the turn of the German woman to cry out as Yuki redoubled her breast mauling efforts, to punish her, but both women were in pain here. It was the Japanese girl who took the initiative though, decisively it seemed as she took Miss V totally by surprise this time, stamping down on her foot before seamlessly converting that to a knee lift to the pussy. Now she was able to brush Miss V’s fingers from her hair and further rock the blonde with a forearm smash across the breasts before she threw her from the corner with a hip throw. Miss V tried to roll clear, but Yuki was on her fast, taking her into a front headlock and adding a handful of that black lace bodysuit for extra control as she forced Miss V towards the ring ropes. There she dragged the blonde, holding her breasts tightly against the top rope, towards the corner. She may have had the lace bodysuit still covering her D cup breasts, but her shriek of pain more than suggested that it was taking a toll on the German woman before Yuki finished off by slamming her face hard into the top turnbuckle.
‘Ha!’ Yuki laughed as Miss V’s eyes rolled in their sockets for a moment as she tried to clear her senses, ‘you’ve been turned into a bimbo now!’ the Japanese taunted before using a waist lock to lift her into a pussy pounding atomic drop. Miss V’s anguished shriek of pain filled the arena as Yuki continued to dominate the action for now. Miss V hadn’t been dropped to the mat just yet, but Yuki was quick to change that with a body slam, the German finding that there wasn’t all that much give in the canvas as her back arched in pain. Yuki barely missed a beat now as she set about tying Miss V up in a bow and arrow hold. Kneeling squarely in the middle of Miss V’s back, Yuki cupped her chin and crossed her legs into a loose figure four before rocking back so that the blonde’s body was stretched out painfully across her knees. ‘You submit!’ Yuki demanded as Miss V cried out in pained defiance. ‘Good Yuki!’ Suki encouraged from the corner now, adding ‘make her suffer!’ That was an ominous demand from the German woman’s perspective, not that Yuki really needed too much more instruction on that front anyway. Miss V cried out in pain once more, then she found herself the victim of Yuki’s devious ways again as the Japanese was able to straighten her legs to send Miss V out of the bow and arrow hold, face first into the middle turnbuckle. She was dazed, and there was the whiplash effect of the sudden and harsh impact to consider too as Yuki got to her feet over the blonde. It was time to go surfing it seemed, Yuki positioning Miss V’s face on the bottom turnbuckle before wrenching her arms back and pulling hard into a surfboard hold to lift Miss V’s face off the buckle as she screamed out in pain. Yuki was demonstrating her mastery of the ring environment once again, this time to the detriment of Miss V. Fortunately for Miss V, Yuki didn’t keep the surfboard hold on for long; unfortunately for the blonde though, Yuki finished the hold with a foot between the shoulders, stomping down hard to reintroduce her face to the turnbuckle with force.
Miss V looked to be pretty out of it as Yuki used a half nelson to neatly roll the blonde fighter to her back. Then she took up a reverse face sit, her butt placed heavily on Miss V’s face before a couple of reviving slaps to the breasts helped her return Miss V to her senses and the realisation that she was in some trouble. A bridge didn’t help any, Yuki riding it out with some ease and clamping on a crotch claw through her lace bodysuit. Now Miss V’s cries of pain were muffled pretty effectively by the well applied face sit, even when the Japanese woman hammered three sharp punches into Miss V’s right breast. Easing the suit aside and sinking her nails into the right breast as that last punch hit home, Yuki knew from Miss V’s cry of pain and her desperate squirming beneath her, that she had her now. It was just a matter of time that she was happy to pass by mauling crotch and breast until Miss V tapped out and gave her a one submission to nil lead. Yuki wasn’t quite done, delivering a disparaging slap across the breasts of the German woman as she climbed off her to head for her corner. Now there was an interesting dynamic at play; Yuki went back to the calming and wise words of her mother in her corner, where the challenger Miss V would have to work out the complex conundrum of Yuki on her own as she wasn’t seconded in her corner.
Miss V looked calm enough as she sat on the stool in her corner, massaging her breasts lightly where Yuki had earlier ‘massaged’ them in an altogether more vigorous fashion. She would need to start well in fall two though I felt if she was going to have any chance here; Yuki was quite a hard woman to quell once she started to pick up momentum in a fight. As the referee called them together again to start round two, Miss V massaged her breasts once more and started to circle with Yuki, the Japanese fighter smirking as she asked ‘titties hurting you, bitch?’
‘Fuck you’ Miss V shot back, adding a slap to the face into the mix, and the second fall, pivotal of course to the outcome of the match, got underway at pace. Miss V slashed nails to Yuki’s belly and looked to kick hard to the thigh. Yuki dodged out of range and looked to slap to the face only to now find Miss V deftly dodging out of range before stepping back in to catch her with a knee to the belly, doubling Yuki up as it hit home. The blonde stepped in now, sliding a hand between Yuki’s thighs, looking to lift her for a slam. Now the blonde was surprised to find Yuki slipping out over her shoulder, and she shrieked as she felt sharp nails take her back now. Miss V’s back arched in conjunction with her shriek and that seemed to present the chance for Yuki to get her right arm in tight around the challenger’s throat. No sooner had she done that though that she felt Miss V’s elbow landing twice in her belly, and it was the blonde backing the jet haired Japanese girl up to the ropes with a big uppercut to the breasts. Yuki’s left breast bore the brunt of the blow as it was lifted out of her white bikini top and immediately became a target for a savage downward slap and nail rake by Miss V drawing a howl of pain from Yuki. The champion was unsteady for a second, her right arm grabbing the top rope as Miss V snapped a kick into her thigh. That made sure Yuki was off balance still as Miss V sent her off to the ropes with an Irish Whip, quickly dropping to her knees in the centre of the ring then to catch Yuki with a hard right hand to the belly as she came back to centre ring. Yuki was staggered, dropping to a knee now as Miss V rose behind her and continued her fine start to the round to grab the hair and send Yuki face first to the canvas.
A quick recovery then for the German woman who had ended round one looking to be much the worse for wear, and now had control of Yuki early in fall two. She kept it that was for now too, allowing Yuki a little groggily to all fours before a harsh soccer kick to the belly saw the jet haired champion roll across the mat gasping for air. Miss V was after her quickly too with more intent, clubbing Yuki with an elbow around the back of the head, dropping her face first to the mat once more. Miss V got back to her feet for the briefest moment before landing an elbow drop across the jet haired champion’s lower back; then she stayed in place, lying across Yuki’s body, bunched her hair into a ponytail of sorts, and wrenched her chest clear of the mat with that grip. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Yuki screeched as she felt the burning in her scalp as Miss V tested the tensile strength of her hair. Then the Japanese girl screeched again, louder, as Miss V got her nails into her exposed left breast again, starting to work away fiercely.
‘How do you like that cunt!?’ Miss V asked Yuki, her fingers digging hard into the Japanese fighter’s pert breasts while she tore at her hair again with fierce intent.
‘Aiiieeeee!’ Yuki moaned loudly, ‘get off my tits you bitch!’ she demanded.
‘Pussy!’ Miss V taunted in return as she advised her ‘give up if you don’t like it!’ All the time the German woman working away ferociously on her left breast. ‘Nooo!’ Yuki moaned loudly now again as she was punished by Miss V, and it started to look like an equalising submission might be coming. But then Yuki threw back an elbow to catch Miss V in the side of the head; a timely counter to get her out of the predicament as Miss V rolled off her to the mat, clutching her head and looking a little groggy again. Yuki massaged her exposed breast for a moment, considering covering it back up with her bikini top before she thought better of it, instead removing her top altogether and wrapping it around the neck of Miss V. Yuki wore that look of confidence and then found it wiped off her face totally as from her knees while Yuki tried to force her upright, the blonde nailed the champion with a straight shot to the pussy!
Yuki crumpled to the mat as Miss V unravelled her bikini top, throwing it well from the ring as she evidently remembered the Japanese girl’s penchant for tying opponents up with discarded clothing. Then she was in the hair, forcing Yuki part of the way to her feet before a knee lift up into her exposed breasts put her flat on her back in the centre of the ring. Yuki had barely landed before the black clad challenger was back down on top of her with a full body splash. With a handful of hair, she banged the back of Yuki’s head off the canvas so that she was well subdued, and then she looked to apply the perfect cross pin. Yuki’s right arm was scissored between stocking clad thighs, left arm pinned to the mat in the controlling grasp of Miss V’s own left hand, and then the German blonde smiled down at her as she first playfully tweaked her left nipple. Feeling the slight shudder through Yuki’s body as she did that, Miss V quickly sucked her own fingers for a moment, before taking her nipple in her mouth, tongue swirling around it sensually to draw a gasp of pleasure from Yuki. Then Miss V’s fingers were inside Yuki’s bikini, starting to slowly finger fuck rather than claw the Japanese girl to remind her that two could play the game that way. Yuki’s eyes betrayed her concerns at being well trapped; her moans as Miss V played her fingers inside her betrayed the effectiveness of the German woman’s work with her fingers. She was trapped well it seemed as an attempted bridge was eased back down by Miss V with an imperceptible increase in pressure with the heel of her hand on Yuki’s body.
‘Aiiieeeee…...ooohhhhh’ Yuki moaned now, Miss V expertly starting to ease her towards a climax which may well prove to be a crucial moment, at least in the second fall.
‘Dirty bitch…...AAAGGGHHHHH!’ Miss V chastised Yuki before screeching loudly as in a desperate move, Yuki sunk her teeth into her side in just about the only counter left open to her.
It may have been her only option, but it was an effective one as her teeth gave Miss V something to think about now, although the German woman still had her fingers in Yuki’s pussy, starting to claw rather than arouse the champion. Yuki gritted her teeth against that, something which Miss V’s body bore the brunt of and eventually she felt better of the situation, clubbing Yuki with a hard elbow to the body to break her biting attack as she relinquished her own claw hold. She still looked to be in control though for now, using a double handful of hair to force Yuki to her knees; she let out a little moan of pain as the Japanese girl momentarily clawed the inside of her left thigh now, before a right knee between the breasts knocked Yuki to her back. As she fell back, Yuki grabbed the front of Miss V’s lace bodysuit though, tearing the flimsy fabric somewhat so that now, both fighters would be topless for the remainder of the match.
Miss V barely missed a step it seemed in looking to get Yuki up off the canvas again, hands in her hair, before dispatching her to her own corner with an Irish Whip. Yuki sagged back against the ropes, but now, Miss V didn’t take the bait, moving in cautiously. Wisely too as she caught an attempted kick from Yuki and immediately sent a kick up into Yuki’s crotch as she still held her leg after catching it. Yuki moaned, grabbed the top rope to aid her balance with both hands and immediately found Miss V grabbing her other leg to pull her body out perpendicular to the mat as she clung to her top rope grip and send her to a heavy landing there in the corner. ‘Noo!’ Yuki pleaded; ‘Yes!’ Miss V replied, kicking again as the crowd stirred, sensing the potential for an evening up of the score here. Miss V certainly felt it, kicking Yuki for a third time as the Japanese girl screeched in response, from the outside too there was screeching as Suki cried out some instructions to her daughter; suddenly there was a moment of clarity writ clear on Yuki’s face. Relaxing her legs slightly in Miss V’s grasp, she was able to pull the German woman in that little bit closer to her, enabling her to snap her legs tightly shut around Miss V’s waist.
Now Yuki’s surprisingly strong legs would prevent Miss V from dropping her hard to the mat, locked as they were around the blonde’s body. Miss V realised it, looking to claw at Yuki’s body, trying to break her vice like grip, and then she cried in distress as Yuki simply raked her eyes, disorienting the blonde who reached to rub at her eyes. In a mere moment, the blink of a recently assaulted eye you might say, Yuki had her feet on the ground and took advantage with great enthusiasm to snap out a front kick to the blonde’s belly, bowling her to the mat and into some trouble of her own. Yuki had shipped a degree of punishment in this part of the fight, and it seemed that she was taking just a moment to gather herself. In fact, she was allowing Miss V to get to her knees so that she could launch into one of her mother’s old signature moves, the flying head scissors to a kneeling opponent.
Yuki delivered it well too, with all the aplomb her mother traditionally mustered for the move, planting Miss V’s forehead to the mat, and it seemed suddenly perhaps the end was in sight for the German fighter. Yuki felt it might be the case, leaving her on her belly on the mat so that she could stand over her and deliver a knee drop to the back. A painful impact, one to drive the air from Miss V’s lungs as well, and Yuki bore the look of a confident woman as she regained her feet. One with plenty of malevolent intent though towards Miss V as she forced the German woman to her feet and slapped her face hard, rocking her back to the nearby ring ropes. A handful of hair gave Yuki a commanding enough grip to turn Miss V chest first to the ropes, the blonde moaning ‘noooo!’ as she realised Yuki’s intent to repeat her earlier move by dragging Miss V’s breast along the abrasive ring rope. Without the slight protection afforded her by the fine lace of her bodysuit last time, this was an excruciating move for Miss V who screamed out in pain as she felt the abrasiveness of the coarse ring rope like a line of fire across her breast. Yuki, very satisfied with the punishment meted out then simply pulled back on the top strand of the ring rope, sending Miss V sprawling back into the centre of the ring. No time for showboating though, not with Suki on the outside making sure that Yuki stayed focussed on Miss V. Focussed enough to catch the grounded German woman with a leg drop across the throat that left Miss V gasping for air and in some pain.
‘Good Yuki!’ Suki encouraged from the outside as she added ‘finish her off now!’ A clear instruction to her daughter that she felt it was time to put Miss V out of her misery. Yuki was ready to comply, telling Miss V ‘you’re mine now bitch!’ as she went to the hair to drag the ailing blonde to her feet, shrugging off a weak looking right hand to the body now. A stiff knee lift to the belly subdued Miss V’s fighting spirit before Yuki lifted her with a right hand between her thighs, parading the blonde for all to see before she body slammed her hard at the centre of the ring. Yuki waited patiently for a moment, telling Miss V ‘remember what I said…’ as she allowed the German blonde to just reach all fours before she slipped in a half nelson from the side, forcing the blonde’s forehead to the mat. Face down, ass up with my fingers in your pussy Yuki had promised, and that was just what she delivered now, fingers sneaking inside Miss V’s lace bodysuit as she started to ruthlessly finger fuck the blonde. ‘OHHHHHH….you bitch’ Miss V bemoaned almost immediately as Yuki nibbled at the nape of her neck too, just adding that little bit more to the mix of eroticism felt by Miss V.
‘You could submit’ Yuki suggested, adding ‘then we could take this part somewhere more private…’
‘Aiiieeeee….fuck...you!’ Miss V replied, groaning again with increasing desperation at the concerted sexual attack from Yuki. She wasn’t a quitter it seemed as Yuki started to pull back on her blonde locks now, just to make sure the crowd got to see her face, eyes screwed shut in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment at her treatment. Yuki just continued her work, fingers sensually invoking waves of pleasure that crashed through Miss V’s body with increasing frequency. That was mirrored in the blonde’s increasingly frequent moans and groans of thinly veiled pleasure, and the shuddered she felt when Yuki kissed and nipped at her neck. ‘God, this bitch is good!’ she thought to herself, although outwardly, that thought manifested as ‘OOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK YES!’, Miss V feeling the unstoppable orgasm starting to rip through her body. She shrieked loudly now, unmistakably the feeling of pleasure from a woman taken totally by her opponent, but she refused to submit. She knew the orgasm had weakened her at the end of a tough match, but Yuki would have to force her submit still. Not a problem it seemed for Yuki who waited just a split second after Miss V’s final cry of pleasure before she used the half nelson now to roll the blonde to her back.
Exhausted, Miss V had relinquished control totally to the Japanese girl who took up an unusual position to trap her in a reverse breast smother. Head facing towards Miss V’s feet, Yuki had an arm tightly in place around the back of her head too, ensuring the blonde’s face was presented perfectly for the smother. She lay out to her full length, feet searching for and then finding the bottom rope so that she could hook her feet over it, enabling her to increase the weight of her breasts on the blonde’s face. Miss V was in trouble, her feet drumming listlessly at the mat as Yuki played a hand sensually across her belly, still keeping the embattled blonde off balance. Her breath was ragged, struggling for every ounce of oxygen in Yuki’s tightly applied smother. Even worse for Miss V, the Japanese bombshell was taking every opportunity to talk dirty to her, cooing in her ear ‘I want you, you dirty German whore…...I can’t wait to have your tongue deep inside me, tongue fucking me….dirty slut...I know you want me. Does it turn you on having my little tits smother you?’
Yuki was imperious now it seemed, the crowd stirring excitedly as they recognised this was a contest nearing it’s end. Miss V was almost spent, finding one of Yuki’s nipples in her mouth; a fighter still in the contest might have used her teeth to counter. Instead, Yuki smiled as she felt Miss V’s tongue tentatively flick across her nipple, a sure sign that she was just about finished the champion knew.
‘You can submit now blondie’ Yuki informed Miss V; not relinquishing the pressure of the smother even in the slightest. The message was clear, submit or go out, the choice was all that of Miss V and she chose the former, frantically tapping out on Yuki’s shoulder to admit that she was done. Yuki wasn’t quite done though, not just yet; she removed just one of Miss V’s black stockings from her left leg, tying it to her own left wrist now, before she brushed her lips across those of the German fighter, telling her in a whisper ‘now, you have to come and see me in the dressing room. I’ll give you your stocking back, if you give me what I want…’
With that, the Japanese bombshell reclaimed her lightweight title belt from the referee, allowing him to raise her hand in victory. Heading to her corner, she hugged her mother briefly on the apron, and then with one hungry look at the blonde lying at the centre of the ring, she headed for the locker room, and perhaps another meeting with Miss V. As Suki gave Emma another brief wave on the way out of the room, this one definitely one of triumph, I had no doubt Emma would soon speak to the Japanese woman to find out just exactly how much Yuki had broken Miss V to her will!