Sermis Vs. Mari

Sermis began to pull on her rival hair, lifting Mari to her feet before giving a viscous smirk.  She took a second to admire her opponent body before hitting her chest with a brutal backhand that made an echo.  The raven hair wrestler would give a large grin as her silver hair wrestler screamed in pain.  She would then take a moment to watch her rival hold her chest in pain.

Now satisfied, Sermis would make her way to Mari, ready to take command of the match.  Yet just as she got close, a sudden pain was felt in her gut.  Sermis had been hit by an illegal attack.  She would double over as she held her gut.  The raven hair wrestler was mad at what just happened, not because Mari had cheated but because she had copied her technique.  "Didn't like the food either?" ask Sermis in a weak voice as the referee would give a warning to Mari now

Mari heard the ref girl reprimanding her about the illegal blow, but all of it was falling on deaf ears as Mari kept all of her attention on her hunching rival. "Sorry, but no. But don't worry, I think I got a dish that you'll like!" Mari huffed out as she would grab Sermis by her breast, forcing her to stand back up while position her own body's shoulders against Sermis' side while slipping her hand between Sermis' legs for a holding point as she took a deep breath and attempted to lift Sermis up on to her shoulders for a breast clutched Torture Rack, tightly pulling on Sermis' tit while forcing her back to stretch out over her shoulders.

Sermis heard the remark that Mari made, as the two continued their little food debate. She could only wonder how confused the referee was about this. Yet this train of thought was quickly ended as her chest as grabbed, forcing her to stand up before suddenly feeling her rival arm grab her legs. Then suddenly she was lifted into the air and placed in a brutal torture rack. Seeing as the attack involved holding onto Sermis breast it was technically legal. “AHH” yelled the raven hair wrestler as she was now in the mercy of her opponent.

Holding Sermis up in the air as she continued to pull on the breast and leg to stretch out her rival, Mari would begin to bounce up and down to give burst of pain to her rival. "How is it Sermis? Is it good enough for you!?" she screamed out, trying to think of a good name for this interesting hold to go along with her and Sermis' new habit of naming moves with a food flair to it. However at the current moment, she couldn't think of anything flashy. So she decided to just focus on making the move as painful as she could to give her rival the ending treat that she deserved.

Sermis would continue to yell in pain. There wasn't much she could do at the moment as only strikes on the chest were allowed. All she could do at the moment was hope that Mari would tire herself out. Then suddenly her rival would start bouncing up and down causing more pain to Sermis and causing her to yell even more. She could hear Mari continuing their banter, asking if it was good enough. The raven hair wrestler would have made a response but she was into much pain to do so. For now, she continued to scream out as her arms tried desperately grab onto anything.

Mari made sure that she was in the center of the ring for her new move to ensure that Sermis wouldn't and couldn't be able to force a break through the ropes. Clutching harder on her breast and leg, Mari began to intensify her bouncing as she felt that the end was near and a victory over Sermis was at hand. It was then and there she came up with a name with all of the shaking she was doing. "You like it Sermis? I think I'll call this move...Milkshaker!" she shouted as now she had her own move named after a liquid delight, mirroring Sermis' King's Alcohol. "Now then...fill up on milk! You'll need it to become a big strong girl!"

Having a feeling that trying to force a submission out of Sermis would take too long, Mari decided to have a more forceful ending to his hold. With Sermis on top of her shoulders, she would've attempted to spin out into a power bomb, but with the special rules meant special way to Mari as she would begin to spin around before releasing Sermis' leg and moved her hand to Sermis back and attempted to flip her over to drive her chest first into the mat.

Sermis back was now killing her. She had already taken some brutal hits before but now Mari was hitting her with a brutal torture rack and bouncing up and down to add more pain. She had no idea how much longer her rival could continue this. The raven hair wrestler could hear Mari now talking about the attack, calling it the milkshaker. Had Sermis still not been moaning in pain, she would have probably made some kind of witty retort. Still she would memorize this attack and eventually use it against Mari herself, just as Mari had done the same with her King's Alcohol.

Yet this would all come to an end as Sermis was suddenly spin before being flipped and landed chest first into the mat. Her eyes were now closed as she simply laid on the ground, not moving aside from her chest moving up and down. At this point, she would be easy pickings for her rival, Mari.

Dropping to her knees while she thrusting Sermis down into the mat for addition force in driving her opponent down into defeat. With a satisfying thud, Mari watched as Sermis was down on the mat with little movement aside from her breathing and it was the sign the silver head that this match was to be over. Grabbing Sermis by her shoulder, Mari would roll Sermis on to her back as a victorious smile curled on her lips as she spun around to position herself parallel on top of Sermis.

Pressing her large chest into Sermis' mirror like bust, Mari laid on top of her rival as she would grab the wrists of her and pinned them above. Their barely covered, sweaty bodies pressing up against each other, Mari was confident that this was going to be a lunch that she would never forgot about.

"ONE!"

Sermis would be rolled onto her back before her rival got on top of her and pinned her. The raven hair wrestler didn't move or show any sign of resistance as the referee began to count the pin. The audience would cheer and start to count with the referee.

“TWO!”

Mari's lips curled bigger as the count got closer to three with Sermis' resistance being at an all time low. "Looks like this lunch date is on me." she would let out, puffing out her chest once more for a final crush against Sermis' breasts underneath hers.

"THREE!"

The ref girl called for the bell as Mari stood up on her knees, straddling Sermis as her arms was raised in victory but her eyes did not leave her rival's face. Satisfied at the fight she was given as she wiped up some blood on her face. Her prize was beneath her, a reward that both of them had agreed to in that office room days before as she pulled her arm away from the ref. Now that Sermis was her prisoner, she would make no attempts to ignore this fact, leaning back forward to press her breasts once again into Sermis' while keeping her face right in front of her rival's.

"Well Sermis...are you ready? For the next few days, you're going to be my prisoner. I'm looking forward to repaying you for what happened in the showers."