Teacher and Student Battle at the Beach - Nightly Beast up against the Stonewall

Anything Goes match
Submission/Hentai - "Tap out or fap out"

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Summer was slowly drawing to an end but a few more days of warmth still remained. Anime Female Wrestling wanted to make the best of it while it lasted. While it was harder to get to the beach venue that didn't do much to hamper the impressive pay-per-views nor the swelling crowds that had gathered. A ring had been quickly set up along with bleachers, beverage stands, walkways, a great archway through which wrestlers could enter, and some sexy techno beats to set the stage. The atmosphere was bright and celebratory rather than rough and aggressive.

Aniek's titantron played, quite a bit of it rather lewd footage from her Aphrodite Production days, partially edited to leave the more suggestive parts up to the imagination. She herself was dressed in a colourful sling bikini, a one piece but only marginally less skimpy than its two part cousins. Fireworks and confetti rained over her as she strolled with her arms outstretched, smacking hands left and right. Her gradient green hair was oddly youthful for a woman who was clearly a more matured beauty. Sturdy thighs and an enviably hard belly toned to be both densely packed yet compactly toned, she was in better shape than much of the competition.

She gave a somewhat uncharacteristic twirl to the triumphant techno beats, clasping her hands together and stretching them over her her head as if she was working out her kinks. While it wasn't the focus like the flexing abs that were now being bombarded with photos, sharp crease-like lines on her arms showed that she was packing some serious heat. She winked at the crowd before rolling under the bottom rope and pumping her fist as she arose. Comfortably seating herself against the corner, she puffed out her chest and let her generous rain-drop shape breasts jut out looking dense and smooth just like her body. She winked at a few of the hunks she saw, seeing them nervously look at their relatively less impressive builds.

She heard that she'd be paired up against a student, far younger than her but only around four inches shorter. It sounded silly to her but in the spirit of the occasion, she was fine with it. Younger heavyweights had a frenemy-esque relationship with older ones and a little part of her wondered how this younger woman would carry herself before and against her. She felt more happy than she did hostile; Aniek had made foes and rivals but she preferred to look upwards rather than down.

The opponent (who is "the student") would wait at the sidelines as Aniek made her way to the ring. Even though the teacher was older, she had to admit she still looked pretty. But for the younger fighter, she didn't need to have those looks for she would let her fists do the talking.

Suddenly, one brick wall started to roll in at the front of the walkway and stand there with the audience wondering what's going on. Then, a punch dented the wall as KJ-52's "You'll Never Take Me Down" started playing. A few more dents on the wall formed before the last punch broke it down as the music went on.

There stood a rather large muscled girl wearing a black one-piece swimsuit and beach slip-on shoes. She would kick the bricks out of her way as she began walking down to the ring. She would then rush and slide through the ropes before rolling to the center. She looked like a intimidating opponent as she walked to the teacher, but then she smiled as she said, "Hi there, I'm Stonewall. And what's yours?" She offered a hand in greeting to show that she is pleased to meet her.

"Aniek Rietveld. You don't look very American by the way, Miss Stonewall." Aniek's English was smooth but her name's pronunciation felt otherwise exotic and almost snake-like with how the consonants blended. She shook her hand and took a short bow; might as well respect cultural traditions while they were at it. "Or are stage names still in the vogue?" she asked teasingly, cocking her head to the left.

She had to say she was impressed by the young woman and her very 80's pro wrestling style entrance; she looked maybe to be in her early twenties at most but she had the kind of body that gymnasts, fitness models, and movie stars would dream of. Her one piece was rather modest and unexpected; younger wrestlers often were a lot more showy but maybe her tough girl act was covering something up. She was likely thinking of the "submission" part of the wrestling match. Aniek guessed she could handle the sexual one. Her muscles looked quite enticing; she'd love to compare soon.

"You taught those bricks a lesson but I wonder, what shall I teach you~?" She teased, winking at her before the bell was rung. Immediately Aniek advanced, lowering herself forwards for more balance and centre of gravity while her hands raised. Her breasts seemed to stay perky rather than droopy but that appeared to be her risque one piece more than anything. Circling her opponent, she kept her face hardened but respectful. Stonewall looked to be a bit of a striker. Aniek was more jane-of-all-trades, one who loved to link multiple moves together.

Shooting forward a fist aimed at her collarbone, Aniek would waste no time stepping forward and bringing forth her other hand, not for a punch as it first seemed but a rising elbow-smash against her torso. If the hits were successful in staggering or stunning her, she would attempt to grab and then toss her towards the ropes, bouncing her back for a belly-level clothesliner.

Stonewall chuckled as she replied, "No, not at all. I am more Japanese though born in the U.S." Her own entrance was basic but enough to identify herself as a heavy hitter. She would even add, "Well, they don't call me "Stonewall" for nothin'. And I am the top in the school of hard knocks, so what lessons are left to teach me?"

When the bell rang, Stonewall would put her fists up and lightly bounced on her shoes to imitate that of boxing. She was ready to pound this teacher's face in and school her instead. When Aniek aimed a strike to the collarbone, Stonewall tried to block that, but she was then met with the rising elbow strike to follow.

"UGH!!" she grunted as she staggered back, but the teacher wasn't done yet. Aniek would grab her and fling her to the ropes to bounce back. But Stonewall had an idea to take advantage of the situation. When she bounced back, she charged forward even faster in an attempt to tackle her quickly before Aniek had the chance to attack. If this worked, Stonewall would start off with a little ground and pound on her face.

The crowd yelled as Aniek struck true and sent her nearly bodily equivalent opponent staggering back. Yet in a fluid follow-up motion she'd whipper her into the ropes. That kind of speed wasn't unheard of as much as it was rare in heavyweights but her coordination for such a sequence of attacks was impressive. However, Stonewall was far from an oversized jobber. Turning the force of her own momentum to her advantage, the student smashed into Aniek, taking her down to the ground.

Her grunting was replaced with a growl as a quick fist smacked the side of her head, another half-blocked by her hand but nailing her across the cheek. She blocked the next two but those thundering fists broke through her guard, glancing against her but even those blows would be making a lesser woman see stars. For her they were going to give her a slight headache the next morning.

Grabbing at her hands to try and catch her fists, she would transition her grip to her wrists and attempt to push back on her. It was a very risky move, doubly so on the ground, but that was one of Aniek's specialties. And seeing that Stonewall was more interested in pounding than submissions, Aniek assumed she wasn't focusing on the rest of her tensing body. She would push back to attempt to get the brunette's body to be pushed closer to her waist. Her legs would then shoot back, knees pressed together and smash right into her back, intending to cause her to topple forwards and off of her.

If this was successful, Aniek would get back on her feet and attempt to grab her feet from behind. Making an aggressive attempt at yanking her up like a big carp by the legs, she would attempt to slam her back down on her belly to momentarily stun her.

Stonewall was able to tackle Aniek and bring her down to the mat so she can start her ground and pound. Every punch that she delivered, she made sure that her opponent felt the same power whether blocked or not. She did get some significant hits in before her fists got grabbed and Aniek pulled her forward more. Before Stonewall can react, Aniek used her legs to strike and push her away so she can finally be off.

Stonewall grunted as she tried to regain her balance, but then her opponent grabbed her feet from behind, making her fall front first on the mat. From there, Aniek would bring her up like lifting a fish off the cutting board and slam her down on her belly. "UGGH!!!" Stonewall cried out in pain and held her stomach to try and relieve her agony.

At the same time, she tried to roll away fast so that she can get some distance from her opponent.

"You fight much more like the Americans! Such fierce punching!" She shouted after her successful slam. With her opponent on her stomach, she was far more open to attacks due to both her pain and limited field of vision. A bostom crab or camel clutch would be the obvious choice but in Aphrodite Productions a more intimate move was preferred. As she attempted to roll away, Aniek would kneel and lean forwards before grabbing at her elbow with both hands.

Throwing herself back and taking Stonewall with her, they would fall closer to the centre of the mat with her opponent hopefully on her stomach. Aniek's legs would quickly wrap around her belly and the hard muscle of her thighs would start to flex before her ankles crossed over one another. The student would be squeezed tightly and would feel the bare skin of Aniek pressing warmly into her clothed sides. The dutch woman's breasts would squish against the side of her's or more accurately flatten and compact forcefully. Due to their density, they had to be crushed into her before they could flatten.

Worse, she would attempt to wrap an arm across her chest and under her armpit while the other other went over her shoulders, squeezing hard and trying to force her arm to stick upwards. The larger girl's impressive strength emerged like a message of muscle, pressing tightly as she began to squeeze her like a human clamp.

"Impressive for your size." She commented, doing her best to keep her voice calm. "Your swimwear doesn't hide your strength well." It might've come off as condescending but Aniek was genuinely impressed, very subtly rubbing her belly against her side. It didn't give the best taste of friction and toned body mass, but it was a nice treat.

Aniek simply wouldn't let Stonewall catch a break and she had to grab at her elbow to stop her from escaping and make her go on her stomach. Stonewall would groan as she began to feel her opponent's legs wrapping around her stomach while the arms wrapped around her chest and shoulders. She would try to keep one arm loose so that the other woman wouldn't hold her down so easily.

As they were on the mat, Aniek would comment Stonewall that her swimsuit can't hide her strength that well. "I know..." she would say before she suddenly tried to punch hard at her opponent's closest breast to her side to distract her. If this worked, Stonewall would even punch at her face before slamming herself onto Aniek's back in hopes of her letting go so she can get some distance and recover. "And it couldn't hide THAT either."

Aniek was comfortably crushing her into paste when she saw her fist fly. Her tough breasts were easy target for the quick thinking girl and with a thud Aniek's shuddered, clenching her teeth but loosening her hold. It was enough for Stonewall to push out but she seemed more interested in hammering Aniek. Her face wasn't that punchable right? Aniek blocked the fist just in time with her forearm but she didn't see the mighty blow that smashed onto her back. This time she half-stifled a cry before pushing Stonewall away. Aniek rolled to a stop and rose, jutting out her back to stretch. Her muscle looked as intimidating as ever but she could feel the burning sting.

"Well met. You're not really the bubbly type are you??" she teased, popping her neck. She didn't need to heal to the same extent as Stonewall given the worst she'd suffered was a desperate slam to her back. It was painful but what was a heavyweight who couldn't shrug off a few preliminary blows? She held back the pain; the veteran now had a better idea of what her opponent could do. "You're sharp Stonewall. MMA lover I presume? We had a few of those girls back in Europe but they were more into the submissions."

Aniek had a size advantage and technically, she likely had the strength one. But that didn't mean she could easily overpower this girl. She smiled a little inside; most of her "equals" were women around her age but she was glad to meet young talent.

Even though Stonewall was still recovering, Aniek knew she couldn't let up. Swerving to the left and then right, body half ducked, Aniek would surge forwards and lead with her shoulder. A fist would be cocked back almost like some Grecian sculpture of an athlete ready to throw a discus. In reality, it was to keep it out of reach and let her wind it up for a secondary attack; her strategy had always been to link blows.

In this case, if her initial shoulder charge was successful, hopefully knocking the student into the ropes or the corner, Aniek would follow up with a powerful one-handed hammer swing to the side of her head, aiming to show that she too could smack pretty hard.

Stonewall was relieved that she was able to get out of her situation. Those slams and squeezes really were painful, but it was at least superficial. At least she now can see what this other woman is made of. Stonewall didn't say much, but she liked MMA and she would've done a submission by now. The reason why she didn't use any submissions yet was because she wanted to weaken her opponent a bit first.

As she was recovering, Stonewall looked to Aniek and saw that she was charging with her shoulder in front. Looks like a shoulder tackle is in order, so Stonewall has to do something about that. When her opponent got closer, Stonewall would attempt to quickly sidestep and perform a leg sweep to make her trip and fall down on her stomach.

If this worked, she would also try to jump and slam her rear on Aniek's back so she could drape those arms over her knees and then pull back under her chin for a camel clutch.