Teresita Vega vs. Aisha - Perfect 10

”Grah!” Aisha pushed. ”Nnh!” And pushed. ”Come on!” And pushed.

She ground her heels into the canvas, surged forward with everything she had, utilized every muscle she could find for the effort, but none of it mattered. She might as well have been pushing against a brick wall, for all the good it did her. Maybe even worse, because a brick wall wouldn’t feel this soft, wouldn’t have such hot skin, wouldn’t have this hot breath blowing over her neck…

A brick wall wouldn’t push back, either, but that was exactly what Vega did, driving her back against the same corner where they’d first touched. This time, though, the contact wasn’t teasing. It was forceful and rough, with Aisha trying it vain to push her way out and Vegan pinning her against the turnbuckle with ease. She leaned back, shook all around, furiously kicked in a vain attempt to regain at least some ground, but it wasn’t happening.

The crowd applauded, appreciating the display of sensual power, rarely seen outside of the Aphrodite group. Aisha was much less thrilled about it. She could respect a new girl trying to get some eyes looking her way, but not when she was on the receiving end. It was all she could do to try and slip one of her arms free and hit Vega with a few low jabs in her midsection, hoping that might give her some incentive to back off.

Teresita had given Aisha a chance to do things the gentle way. Unfortunately, the Rose had turned her down, coming after her rougher than the Brazilian preferred. It was fine by her, though. Teresita preferred to do things gently, and sensual, and slowly, but when someone decided it was time to get rough, she was ready, willing, and more than able to do things the rough way.

As soon as she had Aisha in the corner, she leaned in close, pressing against the smaller woman with her entire body. She smiled, as Aisha tried to push and shake and get her way free, but she wasn't having it. She pushed in as close as she could, her bare, warm skin rubbing and sliding against Aisha's own exposed fleshed, her giant breasts right in front of Aisha's face!

She pressed in, refusing to budge as Aisha struggled against her. Instead, Teresita leaned down, and whispered to her, her breath hot against the Rose's ear, her voice practically dripping with sensuality.

"Don't waste your energy, beloved," she whispered, speaking slowly, letting her words linger in the air. "A woman like you could never hope to move a mountain like me..."

To punctuate her words, she gave Aisha's ear a quick nibble, then leaned back again, deciding to give the dancer a little bit of space. Teresita wanted to set her up for a proper offense, and to do that she would need a little bit of room. As soon as she started to lean back, however, Aisha's arm came free, and the dancer landed several stinging blows right into the giantess' midsection.

Teresita grunted, and took a step back, and then another, wincing at the awful feeling. She was big and tough and strong, but even she hated to be punched in her gut like that. She didn't stay away from Aisha for too long, though. She only stepped back for a moment, getting away from Aisha's punches, before lunging straight back towards her, trying to slam her entire body against the dancer with a short ranged body splash, trying to squash her back into the corner again.

It wasn't just Vega’s height that was overwhelming, but all of her, all over. Aisha was no stranger to rubbing skin with other women, even before she'd had her little sexual awakening with Tiffany a few weeks back. She thought she was ready for the sexuality she knew would be getting thrown her way as AFW superstar. She'd watched a few hentai matches. Didn't seem like anything that could mess up her game.

But none of it even came close to the amorous assault that was being thrust upon her, all at the hands - and thighs and chest and lips - of Teresita Vega. Aisha opened her mouth to speak, but Vega’s honeyed voice turned whatever she was going to say into a lewd moan, a pitiful little noise that belonged in a girl half Aisha’s age. That moan turned into a sharp, sudden sigh, as the giantess nibbled away on her ear, causally dining on her flesh. Those imposing breasts, freakishly huge on any other woman, but perfectly proportioned for someone this size, spilled over Aisha’s mouth and rubbed against her nose, giving her a preview of what might be coming if she didn’t start holding her own. Her mouth worked without her permission and stole a quick lick herself, tasting Vega's flesh on the fly. Couldn't be helped.

There was nowhere to go, and every attempt to squeeze her way out just made their bodies rub more, which deviously sapped the diva’s will, which made it harder to squeeze her way out. It was a vicious, lascivious cycle.

Vega was an immoveable object, and as long as they were in this position, Aisha was at her questionable mercy. So she was glad when the titanic terror finally gave her some breathing room, backing off enough for the punches to connect. Her blows gave her a momentary window, and Aisha didn't even have to think about her next move. On pure instinct, she started to burst out of the corner, reeling back for what would have been a fierce lariat.

Vega moved forward. The simplest motion possible, but that was more than enough to cancel Aisha’s own attack and plaster her in the corner. She let out a wild wail as the air was forced out of her body and her head was through back over the turnbuckle. It was like her entire upper body had taken a punch all at once, all over, and the effect left the dancing diva reeling.

Aisha slumped against the ropes, shaking her head to lift the fog. Her legs were wobbly, and she would’ve dropped to her knees if her arms didn’t just so happen to be hanging over the top ropes.

Teresita bounced off of Aisha after she slammed against her, hopping away from her to put some space between them again. She glanced over Aisha, taking a moment to admire her handiwork. She really didn't like to get too rough, honest, but she couldn't deny she was good at it, and had both the size and strength to be effective at it.

While Aisha tried to clear her head, Teresita moved towards her again, stepping in close to the dancer. She lifted a hand up to the Rose's cheek, her fingertips ever-so-gently brushing across her skin, caressing her slowly, almost lovingly in a way.

"Do you understand yet...?" She whispered again, staring directly at Aisha, her gaze focused intensely upon the woman's face. "The difference between you and I? It is far too much of a gap for you to cross, beloved, yet...I will have to give you credit for trying."

Teresita let her fingers trail away from Aisha's cheek, moving downwards, over her arm, dancing across her skin until her hand reached the woman's wrist. She grabbed on to her arm, and started to pull back, dragging the Rose out of the corner. With practically no effort from the giantess, she tightened her grip, suddenly whirling around, trying to whip Aisha away, straight towards the corner on the opposite side of the ring!

Aisha was sweating, now. A lot. Too much. Dewy droplets were popping up all over her skin, making her glisten in the garrish lights. She knew it wasn’t from the physical exertion.This bout had only just started, really, and they’d been wrestling less than two minutes.

If you could even call this wrestling, Right now, Aisha felt less like a wrestler and more like some helpless kawaii who’d accidentally stepped into a match far, far above her paygrade. When Vega touched and that wildberry scent ran through, she couldn’t help but look up and stare into the conquerer’s eyes. They were so blue and deep. Like an ocean, waiting to swallow Aisha and pull her down to the murky depths…

She was dragged out of the heady sensation when Vega dragged her out of the corner, abruptly putting the growing fantasy to an end. Aisha was sent running across the ring with one of the more forceful Irish Whips she’d ever had to take, sending her awkwardly stumbling to the other side as fast as her high heels would allow.

Instead of turning at the last moment like she should have, Aisha crashed into the turnbuckle chest first, hammering her barely-covered breasts. The Diva stifled a shriek and stumbled backward out of the corner, covered her battered tits and hissing at the dull pain spreading through them, too taken aback at the moment to even fully consider who was right behind her.

Once she had launched Aisha across the ring, Teresita was quick to follow her, her long legs taking several strides after her. So, when Aisha struck the corner and stumbled backwards, Teresita was right there behind her, smiling as the dancer backed right into her.

She wasted no time, quickly wrapping her arms around Aisha, pulling her close and tight against herself. Her big, overflowing breasts squashing into Aisha's back, pressing into her, rubbing against her bare skin, and the giantess leaned down, whispering softly to the Rose again, her voice remaining sultry, but with a slightly harder edge to it then before.

"Should I show you how rough I can be, beloved...?" She asked quietly, squeezing Aisha against herself, her arms locked tight around the smaller woman. "Or shall I show you mercy and finish you off now...?" She went quiet for a moment, teasing breathing against Aisha's ear, blowing cool air against her sensitive skin. "Either way, it's all over for you. Once I get my hands on a woman, I don't let them free until I'm done..."

It was impossible for Aisha to forget about Teresita Vega - ever - but if she had, she was quickly remembered, as the twin pythons that served as her arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She gasped as Vega’s pontoons mushrooms against her back, spilling over her shoulders and sliding against the slicked skin. They were so close, so hot, and it was so tempting just to give into those sultry words and let the giantess have her way…

No. No.

She was Aisha. The Aisha. Queen of the Streets. The undisputed brawling champion on the Rumble Roses. She’d taken on women from across the globe and beaten down all of them. Maybe this wasn’t the highlight of her career, but she’d be damned if she just gave up because someone hugged her from behind and gave her a vague, if sensual, threat. Even if that someone had the most magnificent pair of breasts she’d ever seen, sizzling skin, wondrous eyes, hair that begged to have fingers run through it…

Aisha didn’t respond to Vega’s offer with words, but with action, as she twisted her body around and tried to clock her in the side of the head with a wild elbow. It was a bit awkward with the size difference, but she just needed to stun the giantess long enough to make a quick escape.

Aisha's elbow hit it's mark, but it didn't have quite the impact that she was expecting. Teresita's head snapped to the side as Aisha hit it, but it didn't stun the giantess. On the contrary, in fact. As Teresita's head jerked away, her arms squeezed tighter around Aisha's waist, a low growl passing through her lips.

Slowly, she turned her head back towards Aisha, staring right at her. Her smile was gone, and the desire in her eyes was replaced with a burning intensity. She had tried to play nice, she really did. Aisha wasn't letting her, though. She just wasn't understanding that she was outmatched here, but the Brazilian babe was ready to finally show her that. When it came to actual wrestling techniques, Teresita was far from being an expert, but she had done enough studying during her time to and in Japan that she knew the basics. Not too much, just a few moves she thought it would be a good idea to get a hold on, just to help bring down girls like Aisha.

"Rough it is, then..."

With her arms locked tight around Aisha's waist, Teresita suddenly leaned backwards, lifting the woman off of her feet. She let out a grunt as she hauled the smaller woman into the air, trying to lift her up and over, tossing her over herself with a great big German suplex!

The moment Aisha’s elbow connected, she started to pull forward, expecting Vega to be temporarily stunned, give her enough time for an escape. It was just like her match with Evil Rose, back in the day - the demon bitch had her on the ropes for a while, but Aisha bided her time, found an opening, made her escape and started to reclaim the match. Granted, she’d ultimately lost that match, but she’d come close. The concept was solid.

Her hopes began to shatter, as Vega’s arms inexplicably tightened, holding her in place. There was no give, no release, only an increasing pain in her middle, as the giantess crushed at her side and ground her ribs to powder. And that voice in her ear, the same one that had been so sultry and alluring before, now carried an unmistakable and undeniable fury. The sleeping giantess had been awakened.

”Oh, shit-” Aisha reached for the ropes as she was hauled backward, but they simply out of reach, a foot too far for her to grab. Up and over she went, thrown away like a ragdoll, arms and legs flopping about as she tossed across the ring with a powerful German Suplex.

Most of the time, the move just dropped you on your shoulders a couple feet away from the one who pulled it off. Aisha didn’t touchdown until she reached halfway across the ring, and the momentum carried her over a few feet from there. She wound up rolling to her chest in a groaning, disheveled heap, a shell of the braggadocious Rose she’d been only a few moments ago.

After a couple of seconds, Aisha started to push her way up to her knees, where she had to pause and catch her breath. The whole time, she looked like she was bowing before the nearby goddess, cravenly pleading for forgiveness that wasn't likely to come.

Her mouth told a different story. ”Not done yet…”

By the time Aisha had pushed up to her knees, Teresita had already stood back up and stepped over to her, towering over the fallen Rose. She could hear a million cameras snapping around them, capturing the sight of Aisha bowing at her feet, and the thought made her smile. She knew what picture would be used for the write-up of the match on the AFW's website. Aisha was going to hate it when she saw it, but the thought amused Teresita. It would be a fitting way to let the world her domination of the AFW had begun.

Without saying a word, Teresita reached down, grabbing Aisha by her hair, each of her hands taking a thick handful of it in their grip. With just as little effort as before, she tugged upwards, forcing Aisha back up to her feet again. She didn't let go once the Rose was standing, however. Instead, she arched her back forwards, pushing her massive mammaries outwards, and pushed Aisha's head towards her chest. She was trying to force the woman's face into the valley of her breasts, trying to go for a standing smother on Aisha, wanting to give her a close, personal taste of her glorious, divine chest!