Steel and Stone - Kara vs Aniek

Hentai Submission - Fap-out or tap out.

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The usual ring side entrance had become routine to Aniek. Some wrestlers made them as gaudy and colourful as the commercials that showed before a big movie in a theatre but the Dutch woman was simple. She let her height and muscle do the talking. Where electronic beats and montages would not impress, her calm and confident gait took care of it. A powerful heavyweight with a beautiful smile, her rock solid abs, stout breasts, well maintained thighs, and veteran's confidence gave her an understated respect and awe amidst the crowd. Her slingy one-piece bikini, its flaps covering her privates well, looked stretched against her smoothed out yet still subtly rough muscle and that only emphasized her appearance of raw prowess.

That wasn't unintentional. When Aniek saw Kara's profile, she requested a match before her agent could even start. Who knew what Aniek saw in her? It wasn't just muscles but something else; she wanted to put on a good impression, humbly rolling into the ring and to her corner, waiting. She'd seen women like her before, usually a bit older, but the simple look in Kara's eyes spoke of a quiet strength that was fiery in the ring yet not arrogant or cocky. And from her choice in swimwear, there was a self esteem and comfort that when combined with her mountainlike musculature, enthralled her.

She was curious but hadn't had the chance to contact her directly. Yet that would be soon. Kara herself would be walking towards the ring soon and there, she could see the statuesque beauty in person. After her entrance and the ringing of the bells, Aniek would walk forward slowly, calmly, and most important formally. Her arms would be on her hips but slowly, they would be spreading out as she stretched them back. It would pull the stringy fabric, stressing her breasts but her hands did not raise too high, staying below her shoulders. The light that shone down on her could not shadow the rippling rows of abdominal muscles across her body.

It would be body language, not difficult to decipher but there was a respectfulness to it. Many powerhouses showed off at full power, their bodies nearly shaking as every single ab and ridge line of strength flexed. Yet Aniek did not do so - she kept a safe distance, her body exposed yet her arms offering no threat or combative position. Her more wall-like belly muscles, not as bumpy as Kara's, revealed themselves, slightly rising and falling with her slow breaths. Meanwhile, smooth curves of muscle rose up her arms, looking soft but hints of veined, sharpened toning hinted here and there.

And on her lips, the faint outline of a smile. She slowly stretched out her arms, jutting out her chest more, but she knew this woman would pay attention to the whole form. It was a simple pose, arms outstretched and curved and she flexed - a short, quick display held for a few moments, before loosening up. It was not intimidation... but rather, a greeting from one lover of bodily excellence to another. She'd make a short bow beforehand.

"Aniek Rietveld, Aphrodite Productions, pleased to see another work of living art - and you, madame?" She asked, arms at her sides and her head slightly lowered.

The crowd was perplexed - familiar or unfamiliar, it was unusual to see such a powerful woman showing so much respect off the bat to one notably shorter than her. She looked expectant as if in a formalized duel.

Kara was warned this would happen. She knew it to be true, she disliked the idea, but she accepted it as fact. She knew that somewhere along the lines that she would have to participate in a Hentai match, and she knew that things were going to get weird. But, she made no complaints and refused to let it get to her. When the time came, Kara would be ready, and hopefully by that time she would have plenty of normal experiences in the ring.

No one warned her that her very first match would be a Hentai match.

Kara Kane, also known as the Scar Queen, had a very interesting demeanor during her big entrance. Like many wrestlers tend to have during their walk down the entryway, Kara had a theme song that blared out through speakers and caused the crowd to scream and cheer for the hulking lady of many scars. Where as some others might move with the beat of their theme, or perform some theatrics, maybe play up sex appeal to the camera, or even as little was waving to the crowd, it was clear in her stride to the ring that this woman was focused. There was no nonsense in her movements, and anyone watching would quickly get the picture that the crowd, the lights, the cameras, or the cheers wasn't at all what she was here for.

Before the match even began, Kara knew she was in for a rough match. Hardly even a week after stepping foot into the Friction roster, and already she was being challenged by someone. She was genuinely afraid of attracting this kind of attention, worrying that people would go after her just because she looked tough, and figured that this is what this challenge had been about. But when Kara stepped into that ring, she realized very quickly that whatever was going on was bigger than that. In fact, the opponent was bigger than she was. Literally.

With her in the ring was Aneik Rietveld, a towering beauty of solid muscle with a flawless complexion and body build, clearly proud of her powerful body, and Kara would agree she had every right to be. After they had approached one another, the woman held out her arms in a simple pose, displaying every inch of her perfect statuesque body save for the parts hidden by her sling bikini. Everything screamed just how much effort it took to make that body and displayed to Kara just what she was up against. However, there was no sense of arrogance that Kara could pick up on. This was...a greeting? Kara wasn't sure what to make of this. It became even stranger when the woman looked down upon her, and greeted her with the kind of respect you don't expect to get from veterans as rookies in the ring. Even going as far as complimenting Kara's own built physique. Not one to forsake kindness, Kara gives a court nod and returns the respect, though her face remains serious and focused.

"Kara. Kara Kane. Pleasure to be in the ring with you."

"You're well composed. A rarity in these occasions. To a good match." The bell rung and the referee took a step back but Aniek didn't strike. Neither did she circle. Her legs spread and her stance lowered, slowly without any sudden movements. Her eyes darted over the scars for a few moments but soon they met with Kara's raising her palms towards her slowly.

It was a test of strength she was offering but the position she took seemed almost intentional. With her arms curved like brackets, she was subtly still displaying her muscle and her spread out legs made her look ready to leap. Perhaps she had some slight doubts of Kara's nature, the sort that could be dissuaded in a head on confrontation.

"And where did you come from? Those scars don't look like the result of slams and strikes."

At the sound of the bell, Kara tenses her muscles, falling into a matching stance with her opponent as she carefully watched her raise her palms, raising to her to signal acceptance to the challenge before locking hands together. Though unintentional, Kara returned display for display, flexing her physical might to push against Aniek's. Every scar riddled on every muscle seemed to expand and pulse in response to her muscle and made them seem more severe than they truly were.

Kara wasn't entirely sure what to make of her opponent. Every move Aneik made with her body spoke to her for more words than they've exchanged so far. Her body language was nothing like she's seen before, but it was certain she was enthusiastic about displaying such strength has honorably as possible. Thoroughly impressed, Kara had no qualms with this development and sought to match this woman's outspoken might with her own.

"Grew up in a bad city with a bad temper. Wasn't always this collected."

Her tone was anything but proud. She kept herself solemn and attentive, eyes locking with her opponent. What she said next, however, was coupled with the beginnings of a smirk.

"Making these muscles, though, became a real good way to burn off that anger."

"You weren't a straight-A's student I assume," She chuckled a little. "Sorry, I'm a certified teacher. Force of habit."

Their hands were together, palms pressed but Aniek didn't tighten her fingers much. Perhaps as a shot of trust, she knew that the powerful, immense force that responded to her's was more than capable of keeping her upright. Muscles on both arms went from showing off to pumping power as the time honoured tradition of determining the mightiest began. Some of the crowd seemed a little let down but more experienced viewers began leaning towards, calculating the most seemingly infinitesimal movements of elbows and palms. The slightest break in force could completely change the order of this quiet battle.

However, Aniek wasn't just larger. Eight years older, she'd spent quite a bit of her youth in sexually charged wrestling. While that wasn't a substitute for raw might, she knew that strength meant little without leverage and balance. Subtly, her legs spread and one slid forward, pushing against the ground with its toes pointing outwards. She began a concentrated and gradual push, one that would force her arms to bend in spite of her palms still facing forwards.

"There are a lot of ways to work things off. I'm glad yours was healthy." She leaned her head in a bit closer, perhaps leaning forward to help put forth more pressure. "You've experience in this field haven't you?"

Most people didn't stop at weight-lifting. And given by how well composed she was, walking into rings likely wasn't a new experience for her either.

And so it began. Both opposing forces met in the center of the ring, palms pressed together as every ounce of muscle for every arm exudes raw power against one another. The battle between the female titans was soundless, and the audience, disappointed or not, watched at the edge of their seat to see which side would fall first. Kara took slow breaths, feet planted firmly on the mat as she matched strength with her towering opponent. There was something, however, that Kara had soon realized minutes into this silent duel. She had never faced anyone so much larger than she was, and that became readily apparent when Aneik leaned forth, applying more pressure upon Kara. Her eyes flared, one leg slowly sliding behind the other in an attempt to keep her balance as she pushed with more intensity to match the Nightly Beast's creeping leverage.

When she was younger, Kara had fought a lot of battles with brute force alone. When faced with adversaries with weapons such as knives or pipes, she found a certain satisfaction in overcoming odds against her favor with overwhelming strength and tenacity. In short, Kara never gave up, and that part of her hadn't changed. She is not faced with deadly weapons or pragmatics, but instead something that proved far more dangerous in the ring. She was faced with not just a disadvantage of size, but of experience. This might not have been Kara's first time wrestling, but this was certainly her first time against a professional. There was no question that Aneik was an experienced wrestler and probably knew far more than she did. This was Kara's drive. It was the idea of overcoming these odds with her own might that Kara found determination.

"This is my experience."

"Head first into the fire. I like that."

When two unstoppable forces met, they didn't stop moving. Their positions were as a whole still but gradually, the space between them began to shrink more and more. Their large busts however were what met first. At first it was a light brush of fabric but soon, weight and mass could be felt. Aniek's raindrop shape breasts mashed up onto Kara's small but stout counterparts. Aniek imagined them to be bigger than they appeared as fabric did force them to compress.

The effect was immediate however. First was the spine-tingling current of suggestive passion and mushy, dough-like mass. The second was mental and subtle; Aniek's pride was directly pressing onto Kara's and while she was larger in that regard, her's were squished and dispersing as well. The more aggressive part of her otherwise matured mind felt that little drive to establish herself; when two busts met, typically only one would emerge still ripe and unflattened.

Yet not too long after, Aniek pushed the rest of her body up and began to raise her body, now a little taller than Kara. It was a slow sensation, starting with her breasts slowly moving up Kara's but something more frictious and to her tastes, tantalizing replaced it. It was a warm and harmless sensation at first when Aniek's abs bumped up against Kara. It was a quick one that seemed more of a consequence of their pushing matching one another in intensity.

That was until Aniek pushed a bit harder and a hard wall of smooth, contoured muscle warmed itself against her opponent's. And given by the look in her eyes, it wasn't incidental.

She flexed and her smooth tummy turned hard and tense. Abs that one looked like water-smooth stone turned into a terrain of creviced rock. Straightening up her back a bit, she rubbed this impressive wall of strength over Kara's, stopping short of turning it into a more raunchy display of her prowess and responded with a press. She retained her expert balance but wasn't trying to force her back; she was attempting to see how far her belly and breasts could sink into Kara's, letting the texture of their torsos rise and fall against one another like two walls of flesh, testing to see what kind of body she had and how it held up in a rub.

The gap created in the beginning of this test of might didn't last. Before she knew it, Kara and her opponent were pressed together, or more specifically, their breasts. She could already see where this was going; a mass of soft, pillowy flesh pressed up against her own, sending a sensual surge throughout her body, and the more they pushed, the more powerful this surge became. Kara's breath slowly grows deeper, finding that this contest of strength was slowly shifting into something she wasn't sure she could understand. She had little pride in her breasts, she hardly even payed them any mind. But something about this woman's pair pressing up against hers, showing clear superiority in size and texture...it was the only time she felt inadequate before.

Soon, their bodies came in full contact, and the friction of muscle generated a strange feeling as her opponent pressed herself harder against Kara's body, who in turn responded by pushing back. She could feel it. Aneik's flexing abdominal muscles against her in a full body press. She could swear her muscles didn't look anywhere near this solid, but it was undeniable, like stone grinding upon stone. Refusing to be outdone, Kara pushed her body against Aneik's, huffing as she straightens her body up a bit adjusting her feet for a more sturdier stance beneath her. She could feel their skin sinking into one another's form in a passionate grinding of muscle upon muscle. It was a feeling alien to her, and though she could not understand it, Kara could not deny that this rub was nothing if not sensual. Whatever the case, Kara pressed on against her opponent, muscles flexing as she pumps more force to keep herself from being toppled.

Visual art could only tell someone so much about another person's body. Feeling every single inch of Kara sinking into her own, Aniek had a vivid picture more detailed than even the great painters of the past. Her own muscles forcibly flattened and molded across Kara's, skin spreading first before the hard strength it hid reluctantly spread like a sponge, feeling up the smooth ridgeline that ran down her belly. As if north and south magnets, it only drew them closer, sinking further, flattening more layers of mass, squishing breasts into one another until they resembled two shades of colour on a painting, differentiated by scars and skin tone.

Yet it was clear they hadn't lost themselves to passion. As the very act of breathing pressed their tummies tighter, fighting for room to inhale, Aniek raised her eye and looked at her carefully. She slowly attempted to straighten her back closer to her full height, seeing how well Kara could stand, not using just her arms and legs, but if her abs would bend and flatten to the strength, muscle, and will of the older woman.

Regardless of her performance however, her fingers would star to loosen and she'd break off from the strength test. She had a smile on but it was appraising and brave rather than warmly welcoming. The referee looked at the two confusedly but Aniek had something to say, given by the anticipation on her face.

"You're unbending... and you didn't hesitate. Most are nervous but there was only defiance there. Pride, as well." She swung her hair around a bit nonchalantly, one arm on her hips. "You weren't going to bend. Neither was I."

At the last couple of words however, her smile hardened and she flung out her arms powerfully before turning to a fighting stance.

"Neither of us believes however, that the other could stay hard and solid for long under one another's press." She said, keeping still and looking much more serious. "Why don't we add a little extra to this fight? A condition, honour rules..."

She looked her right in the eyes.

"The winner must have the loser beneath them... not necessarily to release herself... but for the hardness of her body to go soft. We call I'm sure you'll understand the symbolism." She chuckled lightly.

Yet while she was calm, a part of her mind was quite excited. She'd not done this for a while but a press-condition match was a favourite amongst the hard-bodies. Making one submit and cum was a standard, but to make one's muscles, the pride and glory that they'd spent hours working on and were the visual signifier of their power, turns soft and mushy?

That required not just strength of body, but also an iron will, a knowledge of the opponent's psyche, a feel for her body, and a careful dexterity and skill that even the submission queens respected. To feel her go soft and once hard resistance turn inviting, that was both how champions were broken before new bonds were formed.

"Yours and mine - shall we see whose pride and strength stands taller, Kara Kane?"

And just like that, the contest of might and muscle had ended at quickly as it began, Aneik taking her hands away and steps down on her own merits, giving Kara the space she needed to catch her breath and straighten back up. That was the most intense moment she ever had, especially with another woman. That closeness against one another, muscle and flesh melding and fitting together like puzzle pieces. The pressure, the sensual contact, the struggle to keep yourself upright during it all. The whole thing gave Kara a sneak peek of just what kind of wrestler her opponent was. The pressure alone was enough to illustrate just how fierce the Nightly Beast was. This wasn't going to be a match she was going to get out of easily, she could tell.

But things didn't end there. After her opponent voiced her admiration for Kara's own determination and willpower, Aneik assumed a powerful stance, armed out and at the ready for combat. Kara wastes no time assuming a position of her own, exhaling deeply as she spreads her strong legs and holds out her powerful arms in a sturdy stance. As their eyes locked, it was then Kara slowly begun to understand Aneik's methods a little bit better as she outlines the the fate for the winner and the loser back there. The confrontation earlier was not merely a test of strength, but a language that Aneik seemed fluent in. Caressing muscle with one's own muscle to feel out their pride and will to stay solid and strong, to see how long it could take before falling soft against the hardness of opposing muscle...

This was going to be an interesting match.

With fierce, determined eyes, Kara nods at Aneik's challenge, punching her palm and flexing her biceps in anticipation. It wasn't something she had expected stepping into the ring, but Kara had a deep respect for this opponent. A powerful woman who seeks challenge from an equal. With a steel will, Kara would be sure to fight her hardest and show her just what she's made of.

"Let's show these guys what real muscle can do."