Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

Miyabi was pumped up, hearing the crowd roar, some in shock, some in approval, most with pure excitement. A bare-assed stinkface was an incredible sight to see, and Miyabi made sure that it was an experience that the audience would never forget, as she clapped her hands and wiggled her ass in Oksanaâ€s face tauntingly. <Take that! And that!> Miyabi called out in Japanese as with each wiggle she forced Oksanaâ€s face as deep as possible into her butt crack.

<Be nice next time, Oksana-san! Then maybe I wouldnâ€t have to do this!> she said. The feeling of dominance was incredible for the young sumo trainee. Never before had she felt this powerful. She smiled and waved to the referee as the girl in the striped shirt moved in to begin counting the stinkface down.

“One! Two! Three!” the referee called out.

“Ugh! Ummph!!” poor Oksana grunted and moaned as her face was assaulted by the sumoâ€s naked ass. She squirmed and shuddered in disgust, trying to escape from the stifling flesh, but heavy Miyabi was squashing her hard against the turnbuckle and leaving her no room to manoeuvre.

The proud Russian could hardly believe that such a humiliation was happening. She could feel the gyrations of Miyabiâ€s hips working backwards into her face, grinding those big warm butt cheeks firmly into her features. Oksana felt horribly engulfed, her nose and mouth getting firmly wedged in the sweaty crevice of her foeâ€s derriere. Every passing second it felt like she was getting buried even deeper.

Four, five, six, seven seconds passed in the stinkface. Oksana began to slap at Miyabiâ€s meaty thighs, trying desperately to stop the forced, sweaty facial abuse, although the damage to her self-respect had already been done!

Miyabi was proud of the way she humiliated Oksana. She was so enthusiastic about being able to really teach the cheating Russian a lesson that it really didnâ€t occur to her that she was naked in front of thousands of people, with millions more watching at home. Right now, taking the lead in this wrestling match was Miyabiâ€s sole focus.

<You keep still! Youâ€re not getting out of this, no matter what!> Miyabi insisted, as she would feel Oksanaâ€s hands on the backs of her thighs, trying to push her ass away. “No! Stinkface you bad!” Miyabi would yell insistently, as she would force her rear end back as hard as she could, trying to keep Oksanaâ€s face buried between her butt cheeks, fighting to win this third fall of their brutal battle.

“Eight! Nine…” the referee would call out. Miyabi hoped she could hang on for this one last second…

As the cruel, bare-assed stinkface continued, it was clear that Oksana was going to lose the third fall, along with what remained of her dignity. How could any girl come back from being forced to get up-close and personal with big, sweaty butt crack? Oksana wanted to splutter and cough in disgust, but her nose and mouth were wedged shut between those fleshy, grinding buttocks.

Oksana was cringing at the extreme humilation, her senses overwhelmed by the smothering. It was easily the worst moment of her career, and in her torment she was barely aware of the count reaching ten and the crowd cheering for her opponent.

Miyabi got the definite sense that she had won this third fall even before the referee finished the ten count. Oksanaâ€s struggles seemed to slow, and Miyabi would reassert her complete dominance as she drove her ass hard into the Russian wrestlerâ€s face, feeling the womanâ€s nose and mouth wedge themselves tightly between her sweaty butt cheeks.

When the refereeâ€s count reached ten, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Some of them were merely opportunistic fans, who had probably cheered just as loudly when Oksana had stinkfaced Miyabi to win the second fall. But the sumo trainee was sure that she was gaining something of a following among AFWâ€s hometown Japanese audience after her participation in the Friction World Cup, and she was sure many of them were here tonight supporting her. She grinned and waved as she wiggled her ass in Oksanaâ€s face one more time before getting off.

<One more to go!> she called out. She would pick up her mawashi and head for the center of the ring to wait for her opponent. She considered putting the sash back on, but she figured that Oksana might yet have some lessons to learn which Miyabi would need to administer…

Oksana moaned indignantly as she was given a final ass grind after the ten count, before her face was finally freed. She gave a sigh of relief as Miyabi's sweaty, stifling backside pulled away, and she could belatedly gasp a few lungfuls of untainted air.

The Russian had been gruellingly humiliated, and it showed. Her big eyes were unfocused as she stayed slumped in the corner, trying to come to terms with the diabolical naked stinkface she had just endured. The jeers of the crowd and her younger foe's taunts hardly helped her mood right now.

Looking pretty weakened from her whole ordeal, she clutched the rope for support and slumped forwards onto her knees, lowering her head and glancing over to her partner outside of the ring.

"God damn it, you can't LOSE this!" Katya exclaimed. The petite Russian ran forwards to stand at Oksana's corner, reaching into her handbag and handing her partner a small towel.

The humiliated Oksana took the towel and quickly tried to wipe some of the sticky ass sweat that had been smeared into her face, though it hardly helped.

Katya then held out a bottle of water, but Oksana shook her head. "No, stronger," she grunted, taking instead a small bottle of vodka.

She would take a quick swig of the spirit to try and fortify herself, before the topless Russian staggered up to face her now-naked Japanese opponent.

Miyabi would set her mawashi aside for now, dropping it onto the canvas and sliding it over into the opposite corner of the ring with a small kick. She didnâ€t really mind being naked—although it had not yet sunk in just how many people could see her private parts this way—and, if Oksana needed to be taught one final lesson, Miyabi didnâ€t want to have to waste time taking her mawashi off a second time.

She would watch the confusion in the other corner, as the skinnier Russian standing outside the ring tossed the seemingly dazed and disoriented a towel, following that up with a couple of drinks which, after a long minute, finally succeeded in raising the recently-stinkfaced Oksana back up onto her feet. Miyabi would smile and giggle as she stared her opponent down, seeing the way the arena lights glistened off Oksanaâ€s face, covered in her butt sweat.

Miyabi was excited. One more stinkface. One more fall. She bounced from heel to heel, feeling light on her feet, ready to finish this.

Oksana glowered as she watched Miyabi bounce up and down excitedly. The Russian couldnâ€t make any more mistakes, now, as she would be out of the match. Though frankly, the threat of another naked stinkface was an even worse proposition than losing itself. Oksana HAD to put a stop to her bratty opponent, it was the only way she could reverse some of the stinging humiliation she was feeling. The embarrassment of losing this match didnâ€t bear thinking about.

She hauled herself upright and padded slowly towards Miyabi, the Russian holding her hands out for a test of strength. Oksana would try and get close to her opponent to link arms in the grapple.

Once close, though, she wouldnâ€t take any chances. Oksana would purse her lips and, with the swig of vodka she had kept held in her mouth, spit directly into Miyabiâ€s face! She planned to stun the sumo, spraying the fiery spirit straight into her eyes.

Miyabi waited for Oksana to be ready. Finally, the Russian woman managed to climb back onto her feet, and she would come forward slowly, arms out, inviting Miyabi to a test of strength.

The sumo trainee was hesitant to accept it. She was afraid that Oksana would use her knee again, slamming it into her plump belly and putting her on the defensive once again. Well, Miyabi wasnâ€t going to let that happen. She was going to get the better of Oksana. Before the Russian expected it, Miyabi was going to do something sneaky herself, to break the test of strength and put herself at a definite advantage.

Once they got close, Miyabi started thinking about what she could do. Before she had a chance to do anything, however, a sudden spray of liquid emerged from between Oksanaâ€s lips, spraying across Miyabiâ€s face! The sumo quickly realized it wasnâ€t water as her eyes began to burn. “Waaaaaagh!” she wailed, stumbling back, trying to get away from Oksana before the Russian could catch her while blinded.

“Ha!” Oksana snarled with cruel satisfaction as her foe recoiled in pain. There were mutterings in the crowd as it looked like the Russian had cheated again, but it wasnâ€t completely clear what had happened, and Oksana was free to exploit the forced opening.

Her opponent had staggered away, but the naked sumo was still left blind and looked an incredibly easy target. Oksana would charge forwards, running at Miyabi and sticking an arm out to clothesline her chest.