Six Women, One Ring. (Cirno and LunarOcean)

"Sweet music to my ears." Radmilla smiled, looking over her and into the crowd. She looked in control and barely trying, simply leaning against the girl. The ropes were starting to shake and Mikasa looked to be almost enveloped by the European heavyweight. And her belly and breasts had not moved one bit. Her eyes were relaxed but her body remained rock hard and crushingly forceful. When she felt those Japanese muscles starting to give way, she lowered her face and pressed it affectionately into Mikasa.

"Even your body knows it cannot last much longer..." She spoke, tracing her lips across her face. Her large breasts were getting harder and starting to pancake Mikasa's into flattened mushrooms. "Your defiance was admirable... do you wish to continue delaying the inevitable? There is no shame in submitting to a greater body - I will reward you very warmly."

Perfect rows of abdominals rubbed up and down Mikasa's. It was hard to see from the position of the audience but the effect was powerful. A jolting, almost electric sensual shock would travel through their bellies and Radmilla would throw back her head. With this much tension and pressing, even the slightest catching of fles on flesh would pay itself back a thousandfold. She began to slide up her breasts, touching Mikasa's chin. She was sure her own would be a mushy mash by the time she removed herself.

Mikasa had no way out of this, not with the way Radmilla was using her large body as a wall to block her path. She tried to stifle other sounds of discomfort from leaving her mouth while she was being crushed into the corner, her limbs barely visible as Radmilla seemed set on making sure MIkasa's body would vanish from trace.

She began to grit her teeth in annoyance, not finding a way out and slowly but surely her body was being exposed towards the weakness she was forced into, the soldier was sweating all over, dripping down the exposed parts of her body while her face was starting to turn a little red from the friction caused between them, feeling those breasts up against her chin. Radmilla was really close to completely subduing her.

"It won't be much longer now. If you want more after, do tell." She spoke with the ease of a secretary answering some calls but crushed with the power of a stampede. Sensing weakness, she thrusted belly-first again with a wet slap of belly on belly. Raising her head and arms proudly, she flexed her muscles, letting them ripple and in the process crush harder into Mika'asa. She didn't have the bulky water-balloon like musculature of a stereotypical weightlifter or bodybuilder but a kind of sharply hewn landscape of pale skin and condensed power. There were very few "bumps" and the ones that were there were more steely smooth than rocky bulk. Presenting them so proudly like this, she was trying to psychologically dominate Mikasa as well - Submit before the Queen of the Ring, her body said as her muscles overwhelmed and pancaked her's. She could still feel that hardness beneath, signifying resistance reluctant or otherwise. All that you do will only make it worse...

Slowly, she would wrap her arms around Mikasa but wouldn't squeeze. However if she started to slacken or unflex, she would slowly hug her and pull her away, deciding to have some intimacy elsewhere in the ring.

Mikasa's defenses were starting to crumble. That team attack they used to make sure the soldier would be at a disadvantage had paid off and surely but surely Mikasa was starting to lose the frontal battle. Mikasa's front could very much be the Chinese wall, solid and almost unreachable in terms of defense, yet at the same time being able to dish out a huge amount of offense should the battle come to their side.

This was different though. She had been attacked by three armies and now Radmilla's vanguard army was crushing right through that wall, overwhelming her defenses! Mikasa began to pant out softly, her body heating up as it was stuck for quite a while between the corner and Radmilla's large body before she was pulled up into a semi hug, breathing loudly into the side of Radmilla's neck as she tried to fight the woman off still.

"Strong and silent type. Please, your moans aren't enough." The slavic goddess squeezed harder around her abdomen, forcing her abs to kiss and grate against her own. Radmilla's form was nearly statue still and her muscles like wavebreakers against the tide of the tortured Japanese woman. "I wish to converse with one of my own. Shall I have to rub the reluctance out of you~?"

Her muscles felt like they had dug even more into Mikasa's and even worse, she slid her up against her tummy. Even with the lubricating sweat it was like being dragged against a carpet with the degree of friction and heat being generated. Radmilla raised her head with her eyes closed, finding paradise in this sexual pressing. Her monumental breasts bumped up Mikasa's, steamrolling them before travelling down and squashing them back into her torso.

"You're the perfect doll. Not too hard, certainly not soft, and just so huggable~" Truth be told, Radmilla was less interested in victory as much as the crowd knowing she'd outmuscled her opponent. Deciding she was throughouly softened, she spun about and let go, letting her go crashing into the mat before posing for the crowd.

Slowly but surely Mikasa was losing all the small bastions her abs had set up to fend Radmilla's off. Her body was covered with sweat thanks to Radmilla's need to squeeze hard and make sure the front of Mikasa's body was glued against her own. This was a hard battle that Mikasa was losing, and it was coming to a last standoff that Mikasa had no balance over. Her firm, perky breasts still pressed into Radmilla's pair, but the size difference was almost massive.

She closed one eye because of the irritation, still being able to prevent that faint blush from getting even brighter, and before she could figure out what Radmilla meant, she was thrown down upon the mat. She Had little time to brace for impact, her back hitting the mat and Mikasa needed some more seconds to recover that stoic expression she usually had, pressing her hands upon the mat and slowly trying to rise back up onto her feet.

Radmilla took a few seconds to trot about and strut her stuff, working the crowd up into a frenzy. She always would make time to work on her star power when she wasn't making flapjacks of other wrestlers and so far, Mikasa had been a perfect example of what she did to those she found worthy of her attention. Turning to face the still rising Mikasa, she walked over calmly and grabbed at her shoulders. If this was successful she would then attempt to pull her forwards, transitioning her grip to her elbows, until Mikasa's head was stuck between her thighs. They would feel like two towers of power, all but crushing her head. Ever the one for a dramatic flair, Radmilla would raise her head to give the crowd a confident gaze.

Then, she would hop up and send the poor woman's forehead right into the mat as she fell.

Mikasa felt that this was woman true to her weight and power class. There were many women that outsized her and could not use it to their advantage, but so far Radmilla was successful in everything she had thrown at Mikasa, who was laying on her front and panting softly against the cold mat underneath her. She placed her hands and knees upon the mat, making a slow but steady process to get on her feet but when she was half way there, the woman came back and stuffed Mikasa's head between those huge thighs, flinching as she was slowly being crushed by them!

The soldier tried to yank her head free regardless of that power, her hands not being able to grab at anything because of the woman's grasp on her elbows, and soon she was slammed down onto the mat, her forehead taking most of that blow and rattling her brains from the impact, just barely being able to withstand such a blow! She was still very awake, but her senses were at a disarray, even Mikasa not being able to answer back right away from that.

Radmilla was fine with being the heel but she did not see herself as a particularly cruel or "evil" one. She'd dominate and flatten her opponents all right, but she didn't like to turn things into outright torture. After all, she knew that even if some wrestlers didn't have standards, the greater whims of the crowd would. And with her immense strength, she was careful not to upset any careful balances. Sitting on her knees and letting Mikasa pant and lay, she looked to the crowd with that strong and regal gaze. The way the poor Japanese woman was lain made it look as if she'd either just spent the night with her or was some sacrificial offering. In truth, it was both.

With the poor woman helpless, Radmilla moved to her side, laying her belly across her's. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the familiar press of that tortured but tough tummy press into her own. The time for wrestling had subsided and now was the time to indulge. Leaning further down, she let her full belly weight press onto Mikasa's, partially unflexed as core met core. She did not rub herself against her like Aniek would - for now she was getting an idea of how tough Mikasa was. Slowly she began to press her stomach down, still refusing to display her raw power once more, as she savoured the warmth and the friction while making it harder for her to breathe.

"I could spend days with this work of art."

Mikasa was experiencing the grand sky fall of flesh that rained down upon her own, her body still trying to force it's way out of Radmilla's fleshy prison but it seemed virtually impossible with this amount of force packed behind it. The soldier found herself in a complete disadvantage, something where she could not seem to power through it no matter what angle she bucked heads with!

Frustration kicked in, but so did the friction caused between their bodies, heating the soldier up and make the sweat multiple upon her hard, well toned skin. Her hands pressed against the mat, pushing against it with out most strength and dedication towards freedom, gritting her teeth as she refused to heed the woman's words and would instead fight with everything she had left.