Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

“Yes! Bad!” Miyabi repeated frustratedly. Her face was red with embarrassment, and fury, and from exertion. She wished she knew more English so that she could properly insult Oksana in a language that the European woman could understand.

Miyabi would stomp forward towards her Russian opponent, each footfall causing a dull boom to reverberate through the whole ring. She was angry now, and she was ready to transform that anger into revenge against Oksana for embarrassing her like that. Miyabi would not let it happen again. She couldnâ€t let it happen again! Oh, she was going to get Oksana for stinkfacing her, and she was going to pay the Russian wrestler back—and then some.

As Miyabi approached, Oksana backed off, circling around the young sumo trainee, keeping her distance. Miyabi would bare her teeth and growl at her opponent, angry at the Russianâ€s time-wasting tactics. She turned to face Oksana as she circled, feeling antsy as she waited for Oksana to quit and engage her again. After a few seconds, Miyabi decided to act herself. She suddenly launched herself at Oksana, hoping to catch the Russian by surprise, only to find her arm caught and to find herself thrown across the ring into the ropes.

Miyabi smacked into the ropes, giving a low “Ungh” upon impact. She almost tripped over her own feet and fell, but she managed to regain her balance as she bounced off. The wheels in her brain turned very quickly as she tried to think of a way to turn the tables. Using the bounce off of the ropes for momentum, she would rush back at Oksana, trying to slam hard into her opponent and take her down to the mat.

Now that there was movement in the fight, it became more of a pro-style bout, which was where Oksana had the obvious advantage. The buxom brunette naturally shifted her stance to accommodate the change, making the sumo look rather plodding by comparison. Oksana planned to humiliate the younger fighter with a technical lesson (on top of the nasty stinkfaces, of course).

Having Miyabiâ€s big bulk charge at you would normally be quite disconcerting, but Oksana had been prepared for it. She would try to sidestep the advance, so she could create an opening to both trip and push Miyabi, hopefully sending her spiralling to the mat. Though if she judged it wrong she would get nailed by the charging sumo.

Miyabi had hoped that she could catch Oksana unawares and turn the Russianâ€s own move against her. The sumo trainee had seen the same sort of strategy find success for other girls in other matches—get thrown into the ropes, then use them as a slingshot to rocket back at your opponent in a sprint and floor her before she had time to jump out of the way.

Maybe it was her inexperience, or maybe it was her larger size and slightly slower gait, but Miyabi did not have success with her attempt at a counterattack. Oksana managed to slide out of the way just in time, right before Miyabi would have plowed into her and knocked her on her back. The sumo could not halt in time. She kept barreling ahead, and, when Oksana stuck her foot out, Miyabi would trip over it, just as the Russian woman had wanted. The sumoâ€s legs got tangled up as sprawled onto the mat, flopping over onto her back.

“Uigh…uff…” she puffed, once again out of breath. This was not good. She needed to turn the tide against Oksana and give the Russian woman another taste of her butt with another nasty stinkface!

Miyabi would try to get up onto her knees before Oksana could take advantage of her prone position. Without any other recourse, Miyabi would just throw herself forwards, trying to slam her bulk into Oksanaâ€s lower legs, hopefully unbalancing the Russian and bringing her down to the mat. She knew that there was a pretty high chance that things would go badly for her here, but she had to at least try to fight back.

“Gah!” Oksana cursed as, before she could capitalise on her advantage, Miyabi had scrabbled forwards to tackle her legs. The younger fighter was certainly feisty, which Oksana found… incredibly annoying, actually.

She swatted down at Miyabiâ€s head but it was no good. With her legs grabbed, she felt her balance going. Her arms windmilled in a vain attempt at staying upright, but the big Russian soon toppled backwards, before crashing heavily to the mat like a felled tree.

“Aghh… you donâ€t wrestle properly,” she hissed in Russian.

“Guh!” Miyabi grunted, as her Russian opponent whacked her on the head. Despite that painful swat, however, Miyabiâ€s attempt to avoid still more humiliation at the hands—or, rather, at the ass—of her Russian rival was successful. She wrapped her arms around Oksanaâ€s legs and threw all her weight against them, and down came Oksana, crashing down to the mat with a loud boom.

Miyabi would let go of her opponentâ€s legs and get up to her knees, looking down on the other wrestler. She was panting, but her face was marked by a look of determination, and she was driven by a desire for revenge. Oksana said something in Russian now, which Miyabi couldnâ€t understand any better than English, but even so, once again the Russianâ€s cruel meaning came through loud and clear. <Shut up! Whatever youâ€re saying, itâ€s not going to help you win!> Miyabi exclaimed. She would fling her body forwards again, this time trying to splash down on top of Oksana, slamming into the Russian chest to chest, belly to belly, trying to squash her against the mat.

Oksana groaned as she was left flat on her back. She groaned even louder as Miyabi flopped forwards, splashing heavily onto the Russianâ€s own plump body. The floored girl was getting really frustrated, being trapped under Miyabi an obviously claustrophobic predicament.

“Ngh, get off me, you big bitch!” she seethed quietly. She tried to bring her arms up to grab Miyabiâ€s shoulders and push her off of her, but it would be a slow process pushing against the full weight of the sumo.

Miyabi panted, her chest pressing hard against Oksanaâ€s as she tried to catch her breath. She still wasnâ€t at a hundred percent after conceding the second fall to Oksana and nearly being smothered out, but at least she was on top and was in control of her Russian opponent for the time being.

<Itâ€s your turn again! Your turn to get stinkfaced!> Miyabi shouted, as she would grind herself down against Oksana, just trying to keep the Russian woman down on the canvas while she thought of what to do next.

Oksana did not seem willing to wait for Miyabi to figure out what her next move was going to be. She started pushing up against the sumo trainee, trying to force Miyabi off of her. It was a slow process, but Miyabi knew that her Russian opponent would eventually succeed if she was allowed to keep going. Miyabi had to put a stop to that. Acting on instinct—and, perhaps, based on her lack of knowledge of true wrestling holds—Miyabi would reach down with both hands and grab onto Oksanaâ€s boobs. “Yaah!” she shouted, squeezing the Russianâ€s breasts hard to try to convince the woman to stay down.

Oksana shuddered as Miyabi shouted something about a stinkface whilst bearing down on her. Sheâ€d had more than enough of that sweaty sumo ass for one day, and really didnâ€t want to go back in there! However, with her earlier control of the match slipping away, that fate once again became a depressing possibility.

Not being able to decisively escape left her open to more anguish, as Miyabi latched onto her boobs and squeezed them mercilessly.

“Aahh!!” Oksana winced as her breasts were painfully abused. She hadnâ€t expected such cattyness from the rookie, but it hurt like hell. She was forced to abandon her escape attempts, her hands instinctively shooting for Miyabiâ€s wrists. Even though the weight of the sumo was slowly crushing her, all she could do for now was wrestle with Miyabiâ€s hands and try to pry them away from her cleavage.

It wasnâ€t really a sumo tactic, and she wasnâ€t sure whether or not her sensei Akashi would approve of using such catty tactics in a legitimate wrestling match against a dangerous opponent. Even so, Miyabi couldnâ€t think of a better course of action. And it worked. As she squeezed Oksanaâ€s boobs as hard as she could, the Russianâ€s attempts at escaping stopped. All she did was latch onto Miyabiâ€s wrists to try to pull them away from her breasts.

“No!” Miyabi shouted in English, trying to hold onto her opponentâ€s tits and keep squeezing. She added in Japanese: <No! No, you deserve this!>

Unfortunately, Oksana was strong, and Miyabiâ€s hold was not quite as secure as it could have been. She held on for a few more seconds, but found her hands slowly being pried away from her opponentâ€s breasts. She tried to keep her hold, and gripped Oksanaâ€s shirt tightly, pulling it and stretching it upwards as Oksana forced the sumoâ€s hands away.

Oksana had a fierce look on her face as she pushed against the girl bearing down on her. With some satisfaction she felt herself making a little headway, forcing Miyabiâ€s cruel hands away from her breasts. Her shirt was grabbed in the process, though, and her eyes widened as she heard the sound of fabric tearing!

The Russian glanced down to see her thin top coming apart, slowly torn in two from the deck downwards. She didnâ€t have any underwear on, so her big chest spilt out of the tattered garment. Her forced exposure earned more than a few catcalls from the crowd!

Oksana wasnâ€t very prudish, but she was pissed off that Miyabi had ruined her top. “You bitch!!” she exclaimed in disbelief. Instead of struggling, now, she simply swung her right hand to slap her opponentâ€s face in retaliation.