Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

To win a fall, a wrestler must stinkface her opponent for a full ten count.
Best of five.

Though it hadnâ€t been her original intention upon joining up with AFW, Takiyama Miyabi had become something of a butt-centric wrestler over the course of her first three matches.

Her first match, against the adorable, plus-sized American Sally Brown, had been a spanking contest, with the first girl to spank the other seventy-five times being declared the winner. In her second match, she had won via a stinkface over the diminutive, ferocious girl known as Wild Thing. And now, she was getting set to participate in a match which was nothing but big, sweaty butts being shoved into faces: a stinkface war against a Russian woman named Oksana.

Miyabi had never met her opponent before, but apparently her mentor, the great sumo wrestler Akashi Tanikaze, had. Miyabi liked to speak with Akashi about her matches, when she could. Akashi hadnâ€t had much to say about Oksana, but did tell Miyabi to be wary of the womanâ€s partner Katya, if the other Russian were to show up. Miyabi would keep that in mind, but she wouldnâ€t worry about it at all—no matter who was in attendance, the match was between her and Oksana. She would just do her best to win and make her sensei proud!

Wearing nothing but her navy blue mawashi, Miyabi strode down the ramp, waving her hands in the air, a wide grin spread across her face. Her heart beat fast as she made her way down to the ring. A stinkface match. Best of five falls, too. Sitting on her opponentâ€s face, using it like a throne. Being thrown into the corner and being introduced to her opponentâ€s big, sweaty rear end. All these fantasies of the match to come were exciting Miyabi, making it difficult to concentrate. She climbed up into the ring, bouncing around and waving her hands in the air, cheering to psych herself up. "Wooooo! Yaaaah!" She couldnâ€t wait for her opponent to come out so she could get a good look at the butt she was going to be fighting to stay out from under, and the face that would be buried beneath her own big sumo ass.

The Russians†new [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Clau80YFtg4:26u7e8gg]theme[/url:26u7e8gg] started to play through the expectant arena. As the guitars began to kick in, two women appeared at the entrance ramp and waved to the crowd.

They were both good-looking, but in contrasting ways, with one girl clearly much better equipped for a stinkface match than the other. Yet it was the slender Katya who appeared most enthusiastic, half a step in front of her partner as they walked confidently down the aisle.

“Oh, this is going to be SO good,” beamed Katya. “Remember, this little brat youâ€re facing is apparently one of Akashiâ€s girls, so I want you to make a real example of her!”

“I could have done that in a normal match…” Oksana replied, a wry smile on her Asiatic features.

“Oh, but I think this way will be so much more humiliating… and sexy…” Katya purred.

Katya stopped at the ring steps, allowing her partner to clamber into the ring, giving Oksanaâ€s butt a playful slap as she went up the steps. The buxom brunette was clad in her normal attire of denim hotpants and short white top.

Oksana chuckled and then turned to face her opponent. She raised her eyebrows a little as she got a good look at Miyabiâ€s body - pretty literally, as the other girl was wearing nothing but her blue mawashi. Oksana was fairly uninhibited but even she was impressed at the self confidence of wearing so little to the match.

“I thought you said she was a ‘little†brat,” Oksana muttered in Russian to her partner as she looked at Miyabiâ€s curvy figure, the sumoâ€s fleshy frame looking a match for Oksanaâ€s.

“Oh, I meant in experience, of course. Your Stankina Stinkface will be no match for her!” laughed Katya.

Oksana licked her lips thoughtfully as she appraised her opponent. The Russian wasnâ€t concerned about the prospect of a big ass up in her face, though it would be quite humiliating, and it was probably a good incentive to try and dominate this match. There was definitely some allure in proving she had the best butt.

“Okay… so you fancy yourself as a stinkface expert, huh?” Oksana asked her opponent, switching to English from Russian. “Ready for me to show you how itâ€s done?”

It did not take long for Miyabiâ€s opponent Oksana—along with a smaller girl whom the young sumo-in-training assumed to be the Katya her sensei had spoken of—to appear. When she did, Miyabi just got more excited. The Russian woman was not only her own size, but was also super cute, and by the looks of it had a fantastic butt!

Hold on, Miyabi said to herself, as Oksana climbed up into the ring. It doesnâ€t matter if she has a fantastic butt, because youâ€re not going to get stinkfaced by her. Still, Miyabi could not help but steal another glance at the Russianâ€s rear end, admiring its ample fleshiness before the woman turned around and the two of them stood face to face, looking each other over from across the ring. Even though they werenâ€t a focal point of the match, Oksanaâ€s boobs, belly, and legs were all really cute, too. And her face—her face looked like it was practically made to be wedged between Miyabiâ€s butt cheeks, the sumo girl thought with a giggle. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Oksana, who had been speaking Russian up to this point, switched over to English and called out to Miyabi. It was too bad that Miyabi couldnâ€t understand what her opponent was saying. She did catch one word, though—stinkface. That was what this match was all about. Tentatively, she would try forming an English phrase out of the limited vocabulary she did possess: “I stinkface you…good!” she called out in heavily accented English, beaming and pointing at Oksana. Then, she would pull out something special that she had spent an hour figuring out that morning: a phrase in Oksanaâ€s native Russian. <I…am…the stinkface queen! Your face…will be…my throne!> She hesitated for a second or two between some words, trying to make sure she pronounced them correctly. She couldnâ€t tell which word meant what, but she was quite sure that she had translated and delivered the phrase as a whole correctly!

Finally, after her spirited attempts at using those strange foreign languages, Miyabi would revert back to her own native tongue. <If you know Japanese, then let me tell you something! I have a lot of experience delivering stinkfaces, so you had better be in the mood to make a new friend, because my butt and your face are about to become really, really close, Oksana-san!>

Oksana sensed her heart rate increasing a little as she felt Miyabi looking her over, hungrily. The Russian stared right back, smiling warmly, a glint in her eyes as she took in the youngsterâ€s cute appearance, generous curves, and massive, bare breasts.

She didnâ€t seem short of enthusiasm, thought Oksana, as Miyabi made her spirited threat to stinkface her in simple, broken English. Even though this could end up quite a prickly match, Oksana smiled despite herself, finding her opponentâ€s confidence quite cute.

The Russians were taken aback as Miyabi switched into their Slavic tongue, delivering a proud if well-rehearsed boast. It elicited a pleased laugh from Katya outside the ring, obviously flattered at the use of Russian.

“Haha, cute!” giggled the petite girl. “But, do you think we should tell her what we do to royalty in Russia?” Katya added with a sharp grin, and miming a gunshot with her fingers.

Oksana was impressed although it was obviously learnt by rote. “We could try to tell her, not sure she would understand….” the buxom brunette observed. She then listened intently to a flurry of fluent Japanese, frowning a little as she tried to decipher it.

“Uhh…. No, sorry, no idea,” she shrugged in reply. “I guess our bodies will be doing the talking,” she said with relish.

Sporting an amused look, Oksana would calmly point right at Miyabiâ€s face. “You…” she began slowly, before turning round and patting her butt, “getting this!” she grinned.

After giving Oksanaâ€s body a thorough visual examination and deeming it super cute, Miyabiâ€s eyes would travel upwards to meet those of her Russian opponent. She saw the glint in the womanâ€s eyes, and saw the smile that crossed the Russianâ€s face, and Miyabi would giggle, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, far too anxious for the match to begin to keep still!

When Miyabi gave her confident, carefully-prepared boast in the Slavic tongue of her opponent, she savored the looks of surprise and appreciation that crossed the faces of Oksana and her partner. Miyabi put her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest proudly as she listened to the two speaking to each other in their own language. She then followed up her English and Russian boasts with one in her own language, but, judging by the look on Oksanaâ€s face and the shrug she gave, the curvy beauty didnâ€t understand what Miyabi was trying to say.

<Oh, well,> Miyabi replied in Japanese. She shrugged as well. <I guess weâ€ll let our bodies do the talking!>

Oksana started to say something else. “You,” she said. That was one of the few English words that Miyabi knew. She pointed right at Miyabiâ€s face. The sumo girl understood what that meant, as well. Then, Oksana turned around and patted her butt. Miyabi didnâ€t know what Oksana said just then, but she didnâ€t have to. The implication was obvious. Miyabi giggled loudly, but shook her head and pointed to Oksanaâ€s pretty face in return.

“No!” she said in English, grinning. “You!” She turned around and rubbed her own butt, bending over and wiggling her rear a little so that Oksana could get a good look.

Oksana grinned indulgently and shook her head a little, knowing what was coming as Miyabi responded in kind, pointing at her then turning to wiggle her rear. The Russian couldnâ€t help but look at that big, peachy rear as Miyabi waggled her assets. It was an impressive display, with her ass only covered by the skimpy sumo mawashi running between her fleshy buttocks. It inevitably occurred to Oksana that there wouldnâ€t be much protection for her face if it did end up buried in there…

The Russian exhaled sharply as she tried to get her thoughts back into focus. Looking at the scantily-clad rear being waved at her, she resolved that the best thing to do would be to avoid getting caught in the sumoâ€s stinkface, and to take control of the match from the very start.

Ruthless Oksana wouldnâ€t even wait for the match bell. She would quickly step forwards even as Miyabi was still rubbing her butt. Her right hand would shoot out to grab the top of the mawashi, moving to put a slight but controlling wedgie on the other girl. Meanwhile, Oksanaâ€s left arm would try and wrap around Miyabiâ€s own left arm and head, putting her in a half nelson if possible.

The crowd were a little raucous at the opening heel move from the Russian, even as the match bell belatedly rang to begin the stinkface contest.

Miyabi was laughing merrily as she rubbed her butt, giving Oksana quite the display. Her navy blue mawashi left very little to the imagination, and she hoped that Oksana was enjoying the show. Despite Akashiâ€s warning about the Russians, Oksana actually seemed quite nice, and Miyabi was hoping that they could have a fun, friendly match.

It came as a complete surprise when Oksana grabbed her before the bell rang, while her back was still turned. “Wuahaah!” Miyabi exclaimed in surprise, as her mawashi was yanked, giving her a small but uncomfortable wedgie, and her head and left arm were encircled and captured by her ruthless opponent. <Let go! Let gooooo!> Miyabi demanded. She had been taken completely by surprise by Oksanaâ€s unfair attack, but she was not about to let the Russian take complete control of her to start the match.

The bell rang. Miyabi took a deep breath, then gave a loud battle cry as she would swing her free right arm backwards, trying to deliver a backhanded slap to Oksanaâ€s chest. She was now more determined than ever to win this match, since Oksana had turned out to be mean and a cheater after all.

Oksana just tutted as Miyabi wailed at the underhanded attack. The buxom brunette just thought that it showed the younger girlâ€s inexperience, that she would throw such a tantrum at being hit from behind. It barely registered as cheating for the Russian; Oksana was a seasoned fighter and instinctively took the best chances she could get.

Despite the advantage she had created, getting total control over her opponent was proving difficult. Oks grunted as Miyabiâ€s flailing arm hit her chest, bruising her bosom and making it jiggle.

Gritting her teeth, Oksanaâ€s right hand let go of Miyabiâ€s outfit and instead moved to grab her opponentâ€s right arm, locking it in the same way as her left to leave the Japanese girl in a standing full nelson.

With her body pressed right up against Miyabiâ€s back in a dominant and sexy position, there would be less scope for her opponent to escape. If she managed to secure the hold, Oksana would start to walk backwards, roughly dragging Miyabi towards the corner.

Miyabi did her best to struggle free of Oksanaâ€s grasp, but the Russian, on top of being a big fat cheater, was strong and rather resilient, too. Miyabiâ€s hand impacted against Oksanaâ€s chest with considerable force, causing the womanâ€s large breasts to smack together and jiggle inside of her short white top. But Oksana didnâ€t let Miyabi go. She released her hold on the young sumo traineeâ€s mawashi, but the arm would immediately go to encircle and trap Miyabiâ€s right arm, preventing the Japanese wrestler from hitting her foe again and trapping her in a full nelson.

<Ugh! Let go!> Miyabi demanded again, thrusting her butt backwards, trying to push Oksana off of her. But the Russian woman seemed glued to her back, pressing tightly against Miyabi in a sexy and dominant way. No matter how much the sumo girl struggled, it seemed like Oksana was not going to be shaken off. Still, Miyabi would not go quietly. As Oksana dragged her towards the corner, Miyabi would pull forward, trying to slow Oksanaâ€s progress or even reverse it by pulling them back towards the center of the ring. She would stomp her feet into the mat, trying to stomp on Oksanaâ€s feet to hurt the Russian and slow her down. Anything to keep herself out of the corner…

Oksana grunted with effort as she was forced to pull against Miyabiâ€s stength and weight. The Russian was used to manhandling smaller girls with relative ease, so to struggle against someone the same build as her was relatively rare. Her muscles had to really strain as she pulled back on Miyabiâ€s trapped arms, their bodies rubbing together as she stubbornly staggered backwards.

“Ah! Damn you!” Oksana cursed as Miyabi even started to go for her feet, causing the brunette even more difficulty, although she steadfastly held onto her opponent. Progress was slow, and Oksana was clearly getting a little flustered at how much of a handful Miyabi was proving to be, but she did gradually manage to drag the younger girl nearer the corner.

Oksana clearly hadnâ€t lost sight of the aim of the contest, and was wasting no time in trying to set up a stinkface. The wrestlers were still several steps away from the turnbuckle when Oksana would try and spin their bodies around 180 degrees. Oksana would let go of Miyabi and try to use the momentum from the spin to toss her foe into the ring post.