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The Pearl Looks For Gold

By Wolfboy

Suki Yammamoto must face an old rival as she seeks her first ever title

Suki Yammamoto was, without question, one of the better exponents of the merged style of wrestling, catfighting and sex fighting. It was a style her daughter Yuki had already mastered too to some degree, bringing her own twist to it of course in winning the Smythe Lightweight title. For all her successes though, one thing that had always evaded Suki was a title, something to prove definitively that she was one of the best. Today, she told herself, was the day that she would correct that situation while also laying rest to the ghost of an opponent who had haunted her career from the time that they had first met. Her opponent today was the only woman to publicly beat Suki in a contest where sex fighting had been used. When she had first met this woman, it had been as an inexperienced wrestler on the Japanese underground circuit. That day, Sonja Van Den Brook, a striking Dutch redhead with evidently little wrestling experience, had handled Suki in a way that she had never experienced before. Suki could out wrestle Sonja, but it had been the Dutch girl’s willingness to use sex as a tactic that had found out Suki’s weakness. She had come to fight, and ended up forced to orgasm and totally humiliated in front of the crowd in the nightclub that day.

Both women had come a long way from that point it was fair to day. If Suki was truthful, it was the work of the Dutch woman that day which had led her to incorporate sexual attacks into her fighting style, learning quickly how pleasure could be used to heighten pain. In return, Sonja could honestly admit that her victory that day had propelled her in a direction that she didn’t expect. She had turned up to earn some money to help her with her gap year, and had left with a new realisation that she liked fighting women, and she loved fucking them too. A benefactor from the audience that day had paid for her to receive some more formal wrestling training, while encouraging her not to lose her own, unique, style. Now the two women, who first met as inexperienced and nervous wrestlers that day, would meet again in a battle of higher stakes and significance.

Sonja had, unlike Suki, found her way to a championship in the Fight Queen organisation that operated out of Stockholm, but held events in many cities. Tonight the venue was Rotterdam, their current champion’s home town, not that the venue made a huge difference to the feel of the match. Fight Queen used a behind closed doors approach, selling pay per view streams rather than selling ringside tickets. To assure that there was a strong woman to woman feel about the fights, neither fighter was allowed to be seconded, it was down to the two women to work things out for themselves. Only a referee was in the room with them which usually took the form of an oversized mat room with a ring at the centre of it. The ring itself was sunken into the floor so that its surface was level with the rest of the room; the whole room coloured white other than the black ring ropes, corner posts and turnbuckle pads. The only other rule of Fight Queen matches was that each fighter had one time out that they could use to stop the fight, but that the first actual submission would end the match. Essentially that meant a best of three submissions format was in play, but typically only a fighter’s second submission would really be deemed a submission.

Beyond that, the champion, or higher ranked fighter could dictate stipulations such as attire if they so wished, something Sonja had done here. Over her years in fighting, the Dutch redhead had become known for fighting in fine lingerie sets, and she had demanded lingerie to include stockings and suspenders to be the match attire, Something Suki was happy to comply with as she put the finishing touches to her attire, attaching her stocking tops to her garters in the changing area. For such a special event, she’d chosen to eschew her usual baby blue colour in favour of a delicate lemon colour of fine lace lingerie. Panties, three quarter cup bra, and lace suspender bely hitched to sheer lemon coloured stockings with a two inch band of purple at the top. She eyed herself in the mirror, knowing she looked a million dollars, but still feeling those butterflies in her stomach; could she beat Sonja and finally get the title she thought she deserved?

Meanwhile, across the corridor in a separate changing area, Sonja too was just putting the final touches to her outfit. She too felt the pang of nerves fluttering in her stomach; familiar as she was with the setup now in her fourth title defence, she was still a little thrown to be facing Suki, an almost forgotten part of her past now. She rolled her sheer black stockings up her strong yet shapely legs, making sure they were fastened securely to her bright orange lace suspender belt, which matches her skimpy lace booty shorts and bra. Taking a brush from her makeup bag now, she applied a little bit of glitter powder to the contour of her cheek bones, a little to her impressive cleavage too. She picked up her championship belt and started to pace around her room, ready finally to lock horns with Suki once more.

A few minutes later, both ladies were in the ring, awaiting the introductions following the minimal fanfare of their entrances to the ring area. The referee had a hold of the microphone so evidently he was ready to get the two ladies introduced and ready to go at it. ‘This is a Fight Queen championship match under standard rules. First out challenger, she is one half of The Pearls of The Orient tag team, she is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 135lbs, 34C-25-36 and has a record of 57 wins and 13 losses, from Japan, Suki Yammamoto.’ There was no crowd to acknowledge for Suki as the referee continued immediately, ‘her opponent and the current Fight Queen champion, she is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 147lbs, 36DD-26-36 and has a record of 59 wins and 9 losses. From The Netherlands, Sonja Van Den Brook!’

There was no further ado from the referee. No complex rules to go over; both ladies understood the time out system, and that they could do anything they desired to force their opponent to use a time out and then, ultimately, to make them submit the match. That came within the confines of the room of course, in which they were allowed to fight anywhere. There were no weapons allowed, other than the way a skilled fighter may use the ring or the clothing of an opponent to their advantage. As the bell rang, it was two experienced women who moved out of their corners to fight, not the two young ladies who had done battle in that Japanese nightclub. Still, Sonja was able to surprise Suki with a sporting handshake before the contest began in earnest; she also took the chance to pull her in close and tell the Japanese fighter in a whisper ‘I’m going to eat your pussy just like before Suki!’ Then the two women moved apart, circled confidently, eyeing an opening that they might use to take the early initiative. A couple of slaps were thrown from distance, Sonja as the taller and rangier of the two women getting the better of that, but to no great effect as a cautious opening minute ticked by. It was an understandable feeling out process between two women who had met before, but in turn didn’t really know the current version of the other.

It was Suki who pushed the action on first, stepping in to lash a chop across the breasts of the red headed champion. Then she punched to the stomach, finding the Dutch girl moving out of range though as she landed and in turn she took a sharp kick from a foot clad in a sheer black stocking. Again they circled, having felt the first attack of the other, assessing perhaps what was to come, and then they went to war with each other in the way only seasoned fighting women could. Suki rushed Sonja to the ropes, firing her off with an Irish Whip and dropped to her knees to catch Sonja with a backhand chop to the stomach. Sonja staggered to a stop, a little doubled up and Suki rushed her, looking for a knee lift to the breasts. Sonja avoided that and swept Suki off her feet, using the momentum of the failed knee lift to great effect before delivering a kick to the body. Now Suki showed her cunning, taking the kick but trapping the leg and turning it into an ankle lock on Sonja; potentially painful for the redhead who managed to kick Suki off quickly.

The tempo stayed high, Suki again rushing Sonja to the ropes, but this time she surprised the champion to deliver a monkey flip instead, sending her crashing to the mat in the centre of the ring. Gracefully, Suki rolled through too, straight into a schoolgirl pin positing sat on Sonja’s DD breasts from where she slapped the Dutch girls face hard. A stinging blow, but one Sonja took in her stride, quickly getting her legs wrapped around the jet haired fighter’s body to force her off backwards and trap her between her powerful thighs. Suki gasped as she felt the first flex of Sonja’s thighs, realising the redhead packed more power than she had some years before. Realising too that she wanted to get free of the scissor hold quickly, something she achieved with some ease as she searched for a crotch attack and Sonja rolled free, not wishing to get trapped so early on in the fight.

There was a brief moment of circling again now, an appraisal from both that the other had evolved as a fighter since the first time they had met. Then they burst back into action again, Sonja using her reach to catch Suki with a jab to the mouth before quickly sending her to the corner with a short Irish Whip. Suki’s body hit the turnbuckles hard enough, despite the short distance travelled, and then Sonja followed in hard with a clothesline against the turnbuckles. The Japanese woman was a little dazed now, and Sonja, looking to take advantage, headed out of the ring to climb to the top turnbuckle behind her. She wrapped Suki up quickly in a figure four head scissors as she sat there, then as Suki registered the powerful legs wrapped around her head and neck now, she shifted position and dropped gracefully over the rope to the outside. Stretching her hands out, Sonja did a handstand, using her body weight, gravity and physics maybe to increase the power of the scissor hold exponentially. Suki gasped in surprise and pain, trapped impressively by the flame haired champion so soon, but she was resilient and resourceful, grabbing both of Sonja’s ankles, digging her nails in to help her unlock those legs and break the torturous hold. Sonja was able to get out into the handstand position, gracefully finding her feet, before turning back to Suki who just turned at the wrong time to find herself clotheslined across the top rope as Sonja grabbed to top of her head and dropped to her knees.

Suki was jerked back into the ring by the top rope, landing flat on her back and seemingly in some trouble, but Sonja gathered herself for a big splash, looking to crush the air out of the Japanese fighter, and it backfired as Suki raised her knees to catch her. As Sonja rolled away, Suki laughed ‘ha ha ha! Silly bitch!’, and it was she who then struck tellingly, dropping an elbow across the champions DD breasts. It would be a torrid time then for Sonja as Suki stepped it up a gear with an eye rake, then as Sonja blinked furiously trying to clear her vision, a handful of red hair brought her up to a seated position for an elbow to the jaw to knock her straight back down. Suki was fast to keep up the attack too, hitting the ropes to deliver a snap leg drop across the champion’s breasts; it seemed that Suki might be softening up the flame haired fighters DD breasts to take advantage of later on in the fight. With Sonja down, Suki wasn’t going to allow any let up in the pace and ferocity of her attacks, getting one knee just below Sonja’s breasts while she rode her other shin across her throat, using a handful of that flowing red hair to pull her deeper into the choke. ‘How do you like that?!’ she taunted more than asked, and then Suki raked Sonja’s eyes again, leaving her moaning ‘bitch!’ in protest as she tried to clear her eyes once more. ‘Yes!’ Suki confidently replied, confirming that she probably was a bitch as she pulled Sonja to her feet now by the hair, effortlessly lifting and body slamming her back to the mat as she match looked to swing into her favour more during this first fall.

Suki continued the pressure on the Dutch girl now, punishing her with a spinning toe hold there on the mat as she loomed over her, torquing her stocking clad leg around her own. Sonja let out a cry of pain, surprised by the classical wrestling move from Suki, but the Japanese was a woman of many holds. As was often the case, Suki wrestled to cause pain and pleasure with the same move, and with Sonja’s leg wrapped round one leg that was planted on the mat, Suki started to rub her other foot on Sonja’s crotch, starting the process of getting the Dutch fighter turned on. She broke off for a moment just to reapply the toe hold, before returning to focus on the redhead’s crotch, trying to get her stocking clad foot inside the lace booty shorts of the champion. A groan of pain showed the spinning toe hold was taking it’s toll on her; then a moan of ‘Mmmmmmm’ suggested Suki was also getting more joy with the foot to the crotch as well now. A potent combination, and one Sonja knew better than to risk enduring for too long as she managed to get her other foot into Suki’s body to lever the Japanese fighter off her. As she rose though, favouring her right leg just a little, Suki was waiting on her, letting out a gleeful war cry as she chopped her down with a kick to the back of the right leg, putting Sonja on her ass on the canvas.

A downed fighter was rarely a target refused by Suki and she stepped in to trap the redhead in an excruciating combination hold now. Taking the champion’s left arm in a chicken wing, she pulled her to the mat in a loose body scissors, making sure her feet were sitting in Sonja’s crotch. Then to complete the hold, she simply gripped Sonja’s chin, using that grip to twist her head to the side, the combination of chicken wing and neck crank causing Sonja to moan loudly ‘MMMNNGHHH’ as she felt the torque being increased on the hold. Then Suki, ever the opportunist, started to rub her feet lightly across Sonja’s crotch, her toes starting to skilfully massage the womanhood of this impressive Dutch woman. ‘OHHHHHH’ she moaned, already unable to blank out the effect Suki’s feet, working her crotch, were having on her.

‘OOHHH’ Suki mocked in return, adding ‘you like that don’t you?’ as she continued to gently work her feet in the redhead’s crotch. ‘Mmmmm’ Suki cooed in her ear now, ‘soon the dirty bitch will be coming in her panties!’

There was an attempt to fight it from Sonja now, squirming, trying to free her arm from the chicken wing, then trying to get Suki’s ever tightening scissor hold from around her waist. In the end though she realised subtlety wasn’t required; as she groaned in increased pleasure at the attentions of Suki again, she had to escape the hold now! Using her free arm now, she quickly clubbed two elbows back into the body of the Japanese woman, and as Suki groaned in pain, the combination hold was broken. Sonja scrambled clear, wanting to get back at Suki quickly and she caught the Japanese rising with a knee lift to the body, that knocked her back to the mat on her butt. It was always a mistake to underestimate Suki though, and as Sonja leaned over her, going to her hair, Suki secured a crotch grab, rising to her feet now with a commanding hand on her Dutch rival’s crotch.

Sonja let out a little cry, as much of surprise as pain, and she felt herself getting forced up on to tip toes by the Japanese woman. Still, Sonja had something in mind to counter the hold, immediately rocking Suki with the simplest of moves, a headbutt to the face. Now Suki was the one who was dazed as Sonja delivered a stinging slap to the top of her right breast, the sound echoing around the largely empty room, before she backed the Japanese fighter up into the ropes. Now she looked to send Suki off to the opposite side with an Irish Whip only to find her grimly holding on to the top rope. Not an issue for Sonja, simply a chance to soften Suki up some more with a snap kick to the stomach, her black stocking clad foot connecting to punch the air out of Suki’s lungs. That broke Suki’s grip as Sonja delivered a chop across the breasts for good measure, before she sent Suki off at speed towards the opposite ropes. Where Suki had held the advantage in skilled wrestling all those years ago, Sonja was very much her equal these days, positioning herself to send Suki to the mat with a high hip toss throw. Suki was sent wheeling through the air, landing hard to the mat, and the Dutch fighter took her time to position carefully, waiting for Suki to find her feet, turn slowly and straight into a standing drop kick. A set of stocking clad feet catching her in the face and chest proved more than enough to bowl Suki to a position beneath the bottom rope. There was no jeopardy of a drop to the floor, but there was the problem of having the bottom ring rope directly above her body, one which Sonja looked to step on and press down on to Suki’s throat. The Japanese woman gagged, suddenly finding herself fighting for breath there beneath the rope, but Sonja had made something of a mistake in focussing entirely on the rope choke. She had left herself wide open to a crotch kick from below by Suki, an opening the experienced Japanese fighter would not pass up!

As Sonja crumpled to the mat inside the ring, Suki rolled to the outside before enjoying the chance to grab the top rope and use it to swing herself between the middle and bottom rope to catch the redhead with a low drop kick. Sonja rolled a little further into the ring as Suki got to her feet, and it was about now that the champion would learn exactly how good Suki was at finishing off an opponent in trouble these days. There was no ceremony at all as Suki spread Sonja’s legs and drew a scream from her with a knee drop to the pussy, but immediately then, Suki took further advantage, using her body like a human spreader bar to keep Sonja’s legs apart as she quickly got her fingers inside Sonja’s orange booty shorts. A slow finger fucking seemed to be the order of the day, Suki working her fingers at a leisurely pace while she turned her head so that she could start to lick and kiss Sonja’s lower belly. The Dutch girl moaned, undoubtedly finding Suki’s actions effective, but she was trying to squirm free, telling Suki ‘get off me you bitch!’

‘Ooohhh! You don’t like?’ Suki asked her cockily now, before drawing a shriek from Sonja as she converted to a pussy claw. ‘You prefer this?’ she asked now, sinking her teeth lightly into Sonja’s belly as well as she enjoyed the pained noises coming from Sonja.

‘OOOWWW! Get off me you bitch!’ Sonja protested now, and Suki half complied although I doubt Sonja was greatly relieved to be wrenched roughly to her feet again by the hair. Especially when that would lead straight to a knee lift to the pussy, and then a waist lock and pussy pounding atomic drop that saw her frozen in pain there on Suki’s outstretched leg. A double thrust to the throat followed, Suki knocking Sonja off her to the mat, gasping to try and catch her breath. Now Suki bore the confident look of a fighter on her game, getting up only to elbow drop Sonja heavily, the Dutch fighter groaning as Suki kept up the pressure on her. Back on her feet, Suki spread the legs of the flame haired champion who feared a stomp to the pussy only to let out a surprised whimper of pleasure when Suki rubbed her stocking clad foot sensually across her womanhood first. Classic tactics from Suki who loved to keep an opponent off her game, guessing, wherever possibly, something she showed again now just as Sonja started to respond to her touch with a hard stomp to the pit of the belly. As Sonja groaned loudly, Suki dropped her legs to the mat and went straight to the hair to pull her upright and throw her chest first against the turnbuckles. Sonja sagged there, winded by the hard hitting onslaught of the Japanese woman who hardly eased up on the champion as she caught her with a punch to the kidney area.

Sonja protested loudly but barely had time to register the pain before Suki used a double handful of hair to slam her face into the top turnbuckle. Sonja was dazed as Suki grabbed her hair and led her at a run to the top turnbuckle diagonally opposite to slam her face into that now and stun her. Turning her back to the buckle, Suki now immediately set her off again to the original corner with an Irish Whip, setting off after her as she did so. As Sonja hit, Suki turned her back to her and took off with a flying butt strike to the belly against the buckles. Sonja felt the air rush from her body, but Suki wasn’t done yet, rushing back to the opposite corner to set off again and deliver a second flying butt strike. The pace was high but it was effective from Suki who had Sonja right where she wanted her as she trapped the Dutch fighter in a double leg trap, so that she was sat on the middle turnbuckle, with her legs spread out of the ring over the middle ropes. It was a position a fighter like Suki delighted in trapping any opponent in, totally at her mercy, particularly after a double thrust to the throat straightened Sonja up in the corner. Then Suki’s fingers were all over the Dutch woman, kneading her breasts, slipping inside her booty shorts too where she worked away feverishly as Sonja threw her head back and moaned ‘MMMNNNNHHHHH…..NOOOO….OHHHHHH!’ as she felt Suki working away.

‘So soon?’ Suki asked as she continued to work her. ‘You kinky bitch!’ she admonished, switching momentarily to the double thrust to the throat again to keep Sonja out of it. Then she was back to working away with great vigour, fingers in Sonja’s pussy, bringing her expertly towards a climax as she took her nipple in her mouth and flicked her tongue lazily across it. A shudder ran through Sonja’s body as she grabbed Suki’s hair, not really going anywhere with it though as she simply held on to it and allowed Suki to continue her work now. ‘MMMMMM’ she moaned, ‘OOOOHHHHH...AIIIEEEEEE!!’ as she built towards the climax, Suki cooing ‘good….good….’ as she realised her rival was close to cumming at her hands. Then she felt the second shudder, more telling that the first as it was accompanied by a scream of pleasure that confirmed a first orgasm forced by Suki. Time then for Suki to go to work, knowing that Sonja’s pleasure may well have reduced her resistance to some well applied pain for the moment. The double thrust to the throat was used again, Sonja gasping as she felt the change in pace from Suki who had backed up a step, and without ceremony delivered a cruel crotch kick to punish Sonja. The Dutch fighter screamed ‘noooo!’ as Suki reared her foot back to strike for a second time, and as it landed, Suki had for the moment kicked the resistance out of the Dutch woman. Now pressing her body into Sonja’s, Suki had her fingers inside her, now wet, orange booty shorts, her other hand sunk into Sonja’s breast; this time though her nails were bared, punishing the ailing Dutch fighter who squealed in pain. Suki didn’t ask her the question, content to punish Sonja until she concluded to use her timeout for herself, which didn’t take all that long as she yelled out a high pitched cry of ‘time….time!!’ to admit the use of her timeout. Suki smiled, kissing Sonja passionately now as if to say ‘there’s more of that to come’ before she went back to her corner, leaving the champion to extricate herself from the ropes.

It was a confident Suki then who started out round two against a flame haired fighter who was looking more than a little shaken as she realised she perhaps didn’t hold the edge over Suki she’d thought she did. Suki had worked at some pace though in the first fall, and as the two exchanged some early slaps, it was clear that while Sonja was clearly in some pain, her challenger was breathing hard too. A chance maybe for Sonja who formulated a strategy on the go as round two got underway; she would work almost exclusively to Suki’s body, hoping to sap her further in the process. It was a strategy not without it’s problems of course in the opening of fall two, a couple of lunges to punch to the body seeing Sonja’s face slapped with some venom by Suki. The Japanese fighter kept her cool for now, content to counter and keep Sonja off her, but the Dutch girl was still there in front of her, patiently working in an occasional hard body punch. It was the kind of tense opening that just really needed something to set it off, which came as impatience got the better of Sonja. The Dutch fighter rushed in, hammering Suki with a hard punch to the body, but slow to get back out of range, she was tripped to the mat on her ass. Now Suki went with a raking kick across the breast, blocked though by Sonja who twisted Suki’s ankle into a painful lock of her own now. Suki tried to get herself round into position now to deliver a knee drop to the pussy, but Sonja beat her to it, breaking the ankle lock and exploding a punch right into the front of the Japanese fighter’s lemon coloured thong. Suki crumpled to the mat, and in an instant, fall two had swung strongly into Sonja’s favour.

Now the Japanese would find out that the redhead was a much different fighter to the one she’d encountered years before as well. She was strong, Suki gasping as a double handful of hair brought her upright with some ease before a hand slid roughly between her legs, just pawing her pussy for the briefest moment before she lifted and body slammed Suki. Again those hands were in Suki’s hair, a burning in her scalp as the champion got her to her feet again. Once more she lifted Suki to slam her it seemed, displaying some ease in doing so; instead though, she converted the move to drop Suki stomach first across her knee in a kind of inverted back breaker move. As she pushed Suki off her leg to the mat with a degree of disdain, the Japanese woman gasping for air, it appeared that Sonja’s strategy to go after the body had paid dividends for her. Waist locking Suki on the mat, she used the grip to simply pull Suki into a position on all fours so that her ass was presented nicely for spanking. The crack of hand across ass filled the room for a moment, accompanied by a little yelp from Suki as well, and Sonja was well in control. She used an elbow drop across the lower back to force Suki back flat out on the mat, there she lay across her, quickly grabbing on to the back of that lacy, lemon coloured, thong. ‘Remember how I said I was going to eat your pussy again bitch?’ Sonja asked, subduing a brief show of resistance from Suki with an elbow around the back of the head. ‘Well, I’ll be needing this out of the way’ she continued, now wrenching the thong into the kind of wedgie delivered with the intent to tear fabric slowly while punishing the victim.

Suki screamed, feeling her thong cutting into her now, as she clawed at the mat, trying to pull herself to the ropes. ‘You bitch!’ Suki protested loudly, earning herself another short elbow around the back of the head as Sonja continued to pull on her thong, enjoying prolonging the agony for her challenger who was cursing loudly in Japanese and likely praying for the sounds of fabric tearing. Sounds which finally came, slowly easing that pain for Suki who was still in desperate trouble as Sonja used her body as the platform for a handstand so that she could drive a powerful knee into her side. That knee strike to the body was a crushing blow in itself; one that gave Sonja the conviction to bring the dangerous Japanese woman back to her feet by a double handful of hair. A sharp knee lift to the body cut off the briefest indication of resistance from Suki who had slapped ineffectively to the body before the knee lift struck home. A slap to the face was Sonja’s next offering, delivered with a degree of disdain again as it sent Suki reeling towards the ropes and back on to her knees. Sonja used her body to great effect now, pressing Suki into the ropes, making sure that the middle rope pressed into Suki’s throat in turn as 147lbs of flame haired Dutch fighter bore down on her. Nastily too, Sonja got a hand onto Suki’s face now, pinching her nose, pulling at her mouth, anything that she could do to make Suki’s predicament even more uncomfortable.

It was effective too, Suki crying out ‘aiiieee….cunt!’ her voice a little distorted by the fingers attacking her face, before she swung an elbow back, catching Sonja in the side that backed the champion up for a moment, but Suki looked a little weary rising off the ropes. Perhaps she was feeling the earlier pace she had set now, and she met Sonja’s foot lashed out perfectly to catch her in the stomach, folding her back to the mat on her knees. ‘You’re mine now bitch!’ Sonja warned ominously as she grabbed the hair and harshly raked the eyes before she sent the moaning Japanese woman to the mat with a harsh kick across the breasts. Only now did Sonja stop to remove the tattered and torn remnants of Suki’s thong from where it had been trapped against her body by her suspender belt before she was back in the hair. This time, she got Suki just about upright to throw her immediately from the ring to the matted area on the outside. It was no great relief to Suki to find a well padded area outside the ring, She hit hard enough and knew that Sonja would be on her quickly again. Indeed, she felt the burning sensation in her scalp quickly, caused b the fingers of the Dutch woman; instinctively, she tried to fight back with a right to the body, but another eye rake left her howling in distress and vulnerable to a sharp kick to the belly that knocked her to her side, gasping for breath.

Sonja had shown little in the way of cunning in this fall, simply delivering a stiff beatdown to Suki who had so far been unable to find anything telling in reply. That continued as Sonja hit the ropes, able to still utilise them from the outside given the room design, and came in with an impactful elbow drop across the breasts. Breasts that she then slowly and maliciously clawed, drawing an anguished shriek from Suki as she felt the Dutch girl’s hands invade her bra. Sonja looked every inch the fighter in control, and now she employed a series of Irish Whips to great effect. Pulling Suki to her knees, then to her feet, slowly, all the time wrenching on her jet black hair, she sent Suki into the ring ropes first, dropping to her knees to catch and drop the Japanese woman with a straight punch to the crotch. Suki groaned loudly as she crashed to the mat, but she received scant respite from Sonja who was straight into her jet black hair again to force Suki to her feet. Another Irish Whip sent the Japanese fighter straight into the wall of the room, an unforgiving wall that she would perhaps have slid down on impact had Sonja not rushed in to pin her upright against it with a double breast claw. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Suki cried out, feeling Sonja’s strong fingers punishing her through her fine lingerie. She was in trouble, searching for a liplock in the hope of distracting Sonja for just a moment, only to be surprised as Sonja returned it with interest, her whole body now pressing Suki into the wall. The she jolted the Japanese woman once more with a knee lift to the pussy; ‘MMMNNGHHH!’ Suki moaned, still pinned in place there against the wall.

Then Sonja used the last of her trifecta of Irish Whips to the most devastating effect, aiming Suki directly at the outside of the steel ring post, which Suki hit hard, screaming in pain as she slid down it to a seated position. Sonja moved in now with the confidence of a woman in total control of the match now, telling Suki ‘you’ll remember this…’ as she forced her from the mat by her hair. A headbutt to the face followed, Suki learning first hand that Sonja had added a hard hitting style to her fighting now. Woozy, Suki was swept off her feet by Sonja, waist locking her to turn her into what looked like being an inverted bear hug against the post. As Sonja looked at the camera, theatrically licking her lips though, her intentions were quickly revealed as she dipped her head forward, her tongue searching Suki’s womanhood with some urgency. ‘OHHHHHH!’ Suki moaned as Sonja quickly found her target, the Dutch woman now going to work to eat Suki out as she held her upside down against the post. Suki’s arms trembled with the effect of supporting herself as she feared getting dropped on her head; she was defenceless against Sonja’s seemingly expert pussy eating. ‘OOOOHHHHH….MMMNNGHHH…...OOHHH!’ she groaned, trapped as she was by the powerful Dutch woman not helping her predicament, as she was quickly and expertly brought towards an orgasm. ‘Dirty whore!’ Sonja admonished Suki now before she started to tongue fuck the Japanese woman now, that conspiring to rapidly bring Suki to a screaming orgasm, as she cried out ‘OOHHH FUUUUCK! AIIIEEEE!’ and squirted over Sonja’s face which was still buried in her crotch.

Sonja didn’t miss a beat though, and she showed her power now, lifting Suki again in that waist-lock before dropping her to the mat on the outside of the ring in an unorthodox but effective kind of slam. Suki looked spent and Sonja knew it, taking the time to unhook Suki’s left stocking from her suspender belt before removing it. Then she crossed Suki’s legs in a figure four as she lay face down on the mat, sitting on them to hold them in place. Now she showed a degree on inventiveness, tying the stocking to her own left wrist. With that hand she grabbed Suki’s hair, roughly pulling her face and chest clear of the mat. In that instant, her fate was sealed for this fall, as Sonja grabbed the stocking with her right hand, looping it around Suki’s throat to choke her! Now Sonja leaned back, releasing the hair to allow the stocking around Suki’s throat to take the flame haired fighter’s full weight to add unbearable pressure to the choke for Suki who cried out in pain, and then, almost instantly, called for her timeout. Sonja got off Suki quickly enough, rolling the Japanese fighter to her back and giving her breasts a cheeky slap before she strutted back to her corner confidently, untying the stocking from her wrist as she went.

Suki was slow to rise, deprived of her stocking and her thong by Sonja who had evened fight up both in terms of timeouts being used and orgasms. More so, had Suki started the fight out at too fast a pace? She looked a tired fighter as she made her way back to her own corner, electing to remove her other stocking as she got there. She would face Sonja for fall 3 wearing just a suspender belt, and her delicate lace three quarter cup bra. Across the ring, the champion used a towel to wipe her face down, a smile in her eyes as she looked at the Japanese woman; once again the Dutch fighter fancied that she had her number. Her outfit was largely in tact at this stage, stockings laddered a little, and her bright orange booty shorts soaked in her own cum from the first fall. That was enough to remind Sonja that Suki was still a danger to her, but she was surprised now to see Suki removing her own bra before the bell rang for the final session. Approaching the centre of the ring, Sonja expected a challenge to come from the jet haired Japanese woman to face her topless at least as she was in just a redundant suspender belt around her midriff. She would have laughed such a challenge off of course, but it didn’t come; what did come was a single thrust to the throat, Suki using the spectre of the perceived challenge to get a fast start to fall three. Sonja was sent reeling back to the ropes, looking a little shocked as she gasped for breath and the near naked Japanese fighter was on her quickly, lashing a chop across her DD breasts.

Had Suki been holding something in reserve or was it the last desperate attempt of a woman in trouble, to try and snatch victory? Either way, she kept the pace high, slamming a punch into Sonja’s belly before her hands started to push up her bright orange bra, hoping to expose her breasts for some more punishment. Sonja went to the hair, trying to force Suki’s head back some; Suki screeched in Japanese before raking Sonja’s eyes, and as the Dutch girl shrieked in pain, disoriented by the sudden assault on her eyes, control of the match rested with Suki. Sonja had her back to the ropes as Suki lashed another chop upwards in to her breasts, forcing the bra up a little more as she did so, Then an Irish Whip sent Sonja off fast into the opposite ropes, Suki taking advantage of Sonja’s still clearing vision to fly at her as she rebounded, grabbing her flowing flame red hair to harshly rip her down to the mat by it. Sonja clutched for her head, feeling the pain of impact and her scalp burning from the way her hair had been used against her. Suki was just by her on her knees and the Japanese woman showed no sympathy, dropping straight into a smother, her breasts and torso across Sonja’s upper body and face. Tellingly perhaps, between their bodies, Suki had managed to close her hand around Sonja’s throat in a simple choke to add to her overall predicament. Sonja bridged, feet braced against the mat as she arched her body up quickly, hoping to roll Suki off her, but the Japanese woman rode out her initial attempt to dislodge her. As Sonja’s bridge dropped, the powerful Dutch fighter finding herself unable to sustain the effort, Suki was still across her face, smothering her, choking her, starting to weaken the redhead.

‘Give up bitch!’ Suki demanded, adding ‘or I’ll choke you out!’ as Sonja continued to writhe ineffectively beneath her. Another bridge failed largely to dislodge Suki in any significant way and as the champion landed a couple of weak looking punches to Suki’s ribs, it looked like the writing may be on the wall. Her bridge dropped again now as she grabbed for the suspender belt, pulling on it as if to wedgie Suki with it who just laughed ‘silly bitch!’ at the totally ineffective move from the redhead. It was a distraction too though as Suki cried out in pain as Sonja’s other hand found, and started to claw her ass harshly. Suki felt the sharp claws of the Dutch fighter punishing her, but she tried to maintain her choke and smother despite it, knowing that she had to be weakening Sonja with it. A mistake perhaps though as Sonja got her other hand into play now to send punches into the side of Suki’s breasts and her ribs; suddenly the position no longer felt entirely favourable to Suki. With a knee to the crotch of the Dutch woman then, Suki broke free, rolling away and taking just a moment to gather herself after the hard and effective punching of the Dutch woman.

Suki went to the hair as Sonja got to her knees, taking a punishing right hand to the belly before she put paid to any further resistance with a knee straight between the breasts. Sonja was down on her back, looking to be in big trouble it seemed, but as Suki leaned over her, going to her hair, she reacted almost as if she’d taken an electric shock as the result of a straight fingered thrust to her crotch. As Suki remained frozen on the spot for just a split second, it gave Sonja time to strike once more, this time a stocking clad foot lashing upwards to catch Suki low in the stomach, and the jet haired Japanese woman crumpled to the mat. The fight had swung back into the balance now, and Sonja set about moving that momentum further back into her favour as she got to her feet to drop in with an elbow across Suki’s chest, flattening her breasts as she winded her. Continuing to attack, Sonja brought Suki to her feet by a double handful of hair; she shrieked though as Suki raked her nails harshly across her body now, before thrusting her arms up to knock Sonja’s from her hair as she instead secured a double handful of flame coloured hair. Of course it was only a split second before Sonja had re-established her own hair hold too, and the contest continued on more of an even keel with the two women practically forehead to forehead as they pulled hair and looked for an opening. Both tried knees to the body simultaneously, leading to a clash of legs that gave neither the edge. Suki looked to retake her hair grip now, moving her hands to try and force Sonja’s grip of her hair to weaken as she did so. Then she complained loudly ‘OWWWW! YOU BITCH!!’ as Sonja took the most basic of routes to attack and simply stamped on her bare foot!

Now Sonja was able to shrug Suki out of her hair and she stunned the Japanese woman with a European style uppercut that had her reeling off balance, allowing Sonja to grab her arm and Irish Whip her into the nearest corner. Suki hit the turnbuckles hard enough with the short distance she travelled, and she staggered out of the corner to be swept up into a bear hug, groaning as she felt the flame haired champion’s power come to bear on her. The groan quickly became a shriek of pain because Sonja wasted no time in punishing her with a pussy pounding atomic drop before instantly sweeping her ailing challenger back into the bear hug. ‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Suki moaned in pain as Sonja put the squeeze on her once more; was Suki fading? She tried to fight back, first trying to take a double breast claw beneath Sonja’s orange bra which she succeeded in dislodging before another crushing flex of the arms put paid to that. Suki’s head was thrown back as she roared in pain and frustration before she went to the hair, trying to pull Sonja’s face into her breasts to counter with a standing smother. Once again, it just took a flex of the arms from Sonja to put a punishing end to another show of resistance from Suki who’s head now lolled weakly onto Sonja’s shoulder, her groans of pain becoming weaker as Sonja started to parade the almost naked challenger around the ring. She whispered ‘I’m going to eat your pussy again soon Suki, you’re no match for me you cheap whore!’

‘Nooooo!’ Suki seemed to plead, hoping to avoid such an ignominious fate for the second time in the fight. She wasn’t finished though, not yet although she may well have looked it, and she searched for and found her target as her hands seem to paw weakly at Sonja’s face. Suki had planned it that way, knowing Sonja’s confidence meant she would ignore the weak hand in her her face, a hand that now raked her eyes viciously, leading Sonja to screech, and more importantly, drop Suki from the punishing bear hug as she went to rub at her eyes. Suki had her opening and she head to capitalise, starting out quickly by waist locking the bigger Dutch woman and punishing her with a pussy pounding atomic drop of her own. She grabbed the redhead’s hair now, not letting her fall as she forced her towards the ropes. Suki went out between middle and top rope now, forcing Sonja to follow until, with Sonja straddling the middle rope, she stopped and sent two kicks up into the ring rope to continue the crotch punishment for the champion. Sonja was frozen in place, one leg either side of the rope, pain etched on her face as Suki measured her before sending a kick to her ribs to send her back into the ring in an untidy heap.

Suki kept up the pressure as she came back into the ring, actually walking over Sonja as she planted one foot in her belly. Then she delivered a leg drop, crashing down heavily across the Dutch woman’s chest to keep her in trouble down on the mat. A handful of hair helped Suki pull her opponent in to a tight, choking, figure four head scissors from behind, and immediately the near naked Japanese fighter set to work on moving Sonja’s bright orange bra up again so that it quickly became a neck ornament, no longer covering the majority of her very inviting DD breasts. Now it was time for Suki to punish Sonja, showing her cruel streak as she slapped and scratched the Dutch girl’s breast nastily. ‘OOOOWWWWW, YOU CUNT!!’ Sonja bellowed as Suki’s nails scratched her sensitive breasts, quickly raising angry welts that she struggled to defend against as Suki had managed to sit on one of her hands, pinning it to the mat effectively enough. If she grabbed Suki’s wrist to stop her, then Suki would simply deliver a slap to the face to admonish her, and then switch to using her free hand to scratch and hurt the flame haired fighter. To her delight too, Suki could see Sonja’s nipples starting to stiffen too; apparently the painful tit torture was taking a dual effect on the champion.

‘Ooooohhhhh….you like this don’t you!’ Suki chimed enthusiastically as she raked her fingers harshly once more across Sonja’s right breast.

‘Nooooo!’ Sonja moaned, contending that she didn’t like it, but it was hard for her to deny it, the evidence was right there in front of Suki, who raked her breasts with abandon before adding a hand smother to the heady cocktail of moves. She grabbed and twisted Sonja’s stiff right nipple now, a move that sent a shudder running through Sonja’s body as the Japanese woman’s torturous breast work took it’s toll. ‘Aagghhhh!’ she screamed out ‘Ooooohhhhh’ as well as a moan somewhere between pain and pleasure escaped her lips again.

‘Yes you do!’ Suki admonished, sure without question that Sonja was getting increasingly turned on by her combined attacks now. She knew of course that some girls had ‘their thing’, a move or a type of pain that would get to them in ways that they didn’t like to admit, she hadn’t expected this to be Sonja’s though. She slapped the face hard now, three rapid blows landing before she added one more torturous twist of the nipple, convinced it would push Sonja closer to breaking point. It did too, but not to submission; instead the incessant tit torture had ripped a second orgasm from the champion’s body. Now a decision faced Suki; she had felt some of the fight drain from Sonja’s body with that climax, could she finish her off before she had time to recover from that? The Japanese woman knew no finer way to do that than to sit on the redhead’s face and give her a face full of her neatly trimmed bush while she smothered her out. First though, she removed her own suspender belt, and Sonja’s orange bra, finding both to be useful aides as she quickly got Sonja’s hands tied to the bottom rope. A look of pure desperation entered Sonja’s eyes now; she was trapped, cornered and pinned down by a superior woman as Suki took up her position sat on her face, one hand in Sonja’s hair just to make sure she was getting the full impact of the face sitting.

There was no escape now, Sonja’s stocking clad feet pushing at the mat but finding no real purchase there to bridge before Suki slapped at her body. As Suki rode her face, she made sure to press her ass back into Sonja’s breasts too, knowing that each touch was sending fiery pain and tantalising pleasure coursing through her body. Sonja was done, Suki symbolically pushing her orange booty shorts down just a little to expose the Dutch woman fully now before she grabbed a handful of her flame coloured bush, just to add extra pain and insult to the predicament. Then, weakly, the words Suki had so wanted to hear, muffled by her own ass and pussy at first; ‘I submit!’

‘Louder bitch!’ Suki demanded, a smile on her face now, knowing she had broken her rival and finally claimed her first ever championship! She eased the smother just enough now to allow Sonja to comply with her demand, repeating ‘I submit!’ for all to hear. Now Suki adjusted her position, sitting on the stomach of her defeated rival, enjoying the gasp Sonja made as she rested her hands lightly on her breasts, before the referee gave her the title belt. As she rose off Sonja, there was a glint in the eye of Suki Yammamoto; the Pearl had finally found her gold!