Noriko Yamamoto vs Olympia Starr - Moving Mountains

"Hmph." Try huh? If Olympia wanted her to give her a taste of how strong she could be, that was fine. Right now the blond was just holding her down, if she was looking to do some damage she was going to have to give up that grip on her shoulders. She'd strike then, plant her palm square in this girl's head to rattle her brain. There was just one problem. She wasn't letting go, in fact, she was just settling in on top of her. "What are you..." She blinked, connecting the dots as Olympia drops herself down on top of her.

She griluntex softly at the intial impact as her head compressed against the canvas. She winced as she turned her head from side to side in the cramped space but no matter which way she went, Olypmia's breasts where there. She let out a muffled cry as she kicked pushed up on the canvas with her feet, shoving and bucking a bit as she struggled against the woman on top of her.

The tight malleable was just so dense, filled with the blond's aroma. She could feel the warmth of Olypmia's chest and the sound of her beating heart... All since considered it was rather welcoming. Her cheeks burned red within the dark space as her mind was flooded with the perverse, drowning out her sense and logic to escape the seemingly simple hold.

Her vice grip on the blond slowly weakened as she did little more than cling to her. Her legs had ceased kicking, returning to how they were at a ready state to buck again, though she made no move to try and topple Olympia. She could... Stay, for just a little while here. She squirmed a bit, arching her back up against the woman on top of her, feeling the weight of the woman pinning her down as she huffed laboredly unto the girls chest, her hot breath seeping through the fabric. Air was becoming limited though, fast... She should really try to break free maybe... in a little bit more.

"Oh!" Olympia gasped as Noriko struggled in the smother, bucking up and trying to throw her off, "No no no, that won't do!" She leaned in further, crushing her breasts tightly against Noriko's cute face. "I'm not letting you out until you stop moving!"

It seemed though that the smother really did make Noriko submissive. Her struggles soon weakened, then ceased. She was still in position to buck again, and Olympia recognized that, maintaining as much weight on top of Noriko as possible. Her hands shifted, turning first to the sides so that Noriko couldn't maintain a grip on her wrists, then when she let go Olympia would grab her hands and pin them down instead. And she pressed down hard on Noriko's face to make sure she wasn't getting any air.

But Olympia wasn't planning to just smother Noriko out either. After a few more moments, Olympia lifted her breasts up, letting them dangle menacingly over Noriko's face. "I could smother you out," Olympia said, "But I won't." She only gave Noriko the chance to take one breath though, before dropping down again to bury her face in between her breasts!

"It's far more fun to keep you struggling!" Olympia said, taunting Noriko, "Come on! I thought you were going to throw me off!"

Olympia was grabbing hold of her, she had power and leverage. Noriko strained, resisting the woman's forceful push to pin her hands down. Ultimately she wasn't able to maintain it and found herself pressed down. She groaned softly feeling the blond grind her chest down over her face leaving her no room to breath. She still tried to find a pocket of air, her features romwing up against the woman's breasts from below.

Suddenly she could breath, she could see. She drew in deep breaths as she stared up at her captor, her face a crimson blush. She couldn't ever recall someone pinning her down, let alone like this. It was embarrassing but also… she shook her head trying to keep focused. Olympia was playing with her. She couldn't just let her do it. “Wait no!” Her protests were once again silenced as she found herself trapped again beneath the blonds welcoming breasts.

This was bad, this was so bad. Why hadn't she just finished Olympia when she had the chance? The blond was egging her on, wanting her to struggle… to wear herself out. She didn't want to fall into what her foe wanted her to do, but what choice did she have? She could stay pressed within her perfect prison or attempt to break free. She didn't believe for a moment Olympia would keep her from passing out. Right now, perhaps, but if she didn't play along the girl would get bored and no doubt finish her.

Noriko strained and thrashed, trying to twist and squirm, yank and pull. Anything she could do to free her arms. She pushed up on her feet, bridging her back with an impressive show of power as she lifted herself and Olympia up, but even so the woman's chest remained over her face, a ticking clock as she was running out of energy and air.

Her backside hit the canvas at her first failed attempt to kick free. She tried again, bucking hard, and again. She was running out of options as things became more desperate.

Now Noriko was really struggling. Olympia moved and twisted along with her opponent, matching her movements and making sure she stayed buried in boob. Noriko's upward bucking really impressed Olympia, but it wasn't enough to break free. Olympia hooked her feet underneath Noriko's waist when she pushed up, remaining on top, maintaining her smother.

"Woo!" Olympia said when Noriko fell back down, "Keep on going!" Noriko obliged, bucking up again and again. Olympia held on, hooking her feet each time, refusing to just get bucked off. It must be exhausting for Noriko, to keep on bucking like this.

It was the fourth buck that made Olympia finally fall off. She didn’t hook her feet properly, and when Noriko bucked up she slipped forward and fell off. The blonde tucked her head, somersaulting as she rolled forward and rolling smoothly onto her feet. With a small hop, she stood up, turning around to face Noriko.

"How did you like my boobs?" Olympia asked teasingly, "Come on, get up! I'll smother you out properly next time!"

Noriko was trying to the best of her ability. If only she had done this from the start, if only she hadn't shown that moment of weakness and surrendered her hands to the blond. She was a decorated competitor with years of experience outside of the professional wrestling, and now she was being ridden like some mechanical bull in a western themed bar. As she struggled and let out muffled cries of frustration into Olympia's chest, the girl was having her fill of fun at the sumo's expense. What was worst of all though, despite how dire the situation was, she couldn't say that part of her didn't like this. The feeling of Olympia bearing down on her, the tight squeeze every time she wrapped her legs around her to stay mounted. She has never been so flustered and frustrated all at once.

Every time she failed, trying again seemed so much harder. She had less air, less energy, and could feel her willpower to fight steadily draining as the hopelessness of her situation began to set in. Whether by design or error, Olympia had finally been thrown off, somewhat. As if to add insult to injury, she rolled off of her with an almost practiced ease, fresh as a daisy while Noriko lay red faced, exhausted on the mat. She stared up at the rafters above taking labored breaths as he chest heaved up and down. She tilted her head back, panting as Olympia teased her, making sure her blush wouldn't fade. She almost let slip how amazing they had been but kept her mouth shut. She refused to embarrass herself any further by openly admitting to it.

Slowly she rolled onto her side, getting up onto her hands and knees. She hung her head, long dark hair fell around her face. She was flustered in face and body, her hair looked far less pristine now with unkempt strands having been tugged from her formerly neat ponytail. She groaned softly as she found her footing, rising to stand before Olympia again. She panted softly, watching the blond through lidded eyes. She wanted to say something back to put the girl in her place, but what could she ever say to dispute her at the moment? "There won't be a next time..." She reached back, combing her hair back out of her face as she took a long shaky breath

Olympia felt quite a bit better now that she had some measure of payback against Noriko. Seeing Noriko all dishevelled, head hanging, hair all over her face, Olympia almost felt bad. But she remembered the wedgie and the nasty breast smother slamming she received and stopped feeling bad. Noriko hadn't played fair in Olympia's mind, and in comparison she felt she had done relatively little.

Olympia wasn't about to just let Noriko get up though. She walked over to Noriko's side, reaching down and grabbing her by the back of her shirt. With a great heave, she pulled Noriko upwards, but not all the way.

"That was for smothering me earlier," the blonde bombshell said. She made sure Noriko was on her feet, still gripping tightly onto her shirt. Olympia then threw a knee right into Noriko's gut, smashing hard into her abdominals. "That's for hitting my head!" Olympia said. Olympia fired off knees again and again, paying Noriko back for each time she slammed her head earlier in the match!

As she had started to rise, it seemed as though the command for her to get up had been a limited time offer. Olympia was coming at her again, she had hardly have a chance to breathe. As she was tugg e back she put an arm around the blonds waist for support, trying to summon her strength to ready a strike with the other.

Her plans were cut short as the blond hammered her with knee after knee, doubling her over as she was almost defenselessly hammered. She hadn’t lost her footing, she wasn't buckling, she was surviving an onslaught. She started to feel numb to the pain as she stared out into the crowd being rocked by blow after blow. Was this how it was going to be now? One moment of mercy and now she was just going to be Olympia’s punching bag?

Her sad pained expression slowly changed as she took the blonds knees, something clicking off in her brain. As Olympia buried another knee into her stomach, this one wouldn't come back to her. Noriko snapped her arm around the girl's leg, hooked behind her knee, firmly gripping her thigh.

The arm she hand loosely draped behind the blond tightened up with crushing force as the down and out sumo surged to life with a second wind letting out a shout as she rose up, trying to lift Olympia with her. She charged forward, trying to hike her opponent up onto her shoulder as she closed in on the corner. At the last moment, she jerked forward to try and hurl the blond into the turnbuckle just in time for the rest of the sumo’s body to follow in a full body avalanche to crash into her foe.

It felt good to smash Noriko like that. Each knee struck her body solidly, Olympia could feel the solid muscles in her opponent's body. "Come on," Olympia said, "You can take this, I know you can!"

She suddenly felt Noriko's grip tighten around her body. Olympia braced herself, but then she felt herself getting lifted right up! Noriko's strength surprised her again. Olympia did not expect her to have the strength left to be able to lift her. She panicked, realising she was in big trouble.

"Oh crap!" Olympia gasped, desperately trying to push Noriko down with her arms. It was pretty useless, as Noriko threw her out, slamming her back first into the turnbuckle. Olympia grabbed on to the ropes to keep from falling, leaving her completely open to Noriko's body slamming into hers.

The entire ring shook from the impact. The avalanche of sumo flattened Olympia against the turnbuckle. The pain wasn't quite enough to make Olympia pass out, which was honestly even worse because Olympia could feel all of it. She went limp against the turnbuckle, held up only by her tenacious grip on the top ropes.

Noriko had summoned up a well of energy she never really knew she had. In her competitive history, rounds lasted such a short amount of time, there wasn't much chance to get really fired up. The stop and go nature of things often times prevented real momentum past the mental effect it may have had on your opponent. This was new, this was powerful, this was potential that had been inside her all along. She had absolutely hurled Olympia into the corner almost as if the girl was nothing. She came barreling through like a freight train, flattening the blond int the corner so hard it shook the very ring. Rather than allow the slumping woman to fall, she gave her shoulders a firms shove to throw the blond's arms back over the top rope to keep her hanging there.

She took a step back, legs spreading wide as she dropped down to a familiar squat before Olympia as she leaned in the corner. Her fists hit the canvas before her shoulders rolled back. Her fingers opened up, forming firm hard palms as she stared the possibly helpless woman down for just a moment before...

Noriko leaned in, throwing a crippling barrage of  massive palm strikes, no one place was the target. Head, chest, abdomen, any part of the blond's body that was within her reach she would try to drill with palm thrust after palm thrust. What started as a slow and stead one two, one two, rhythm of blows broke down to machine gun level of rapid fire. She hadn't shown this level of outward aggression at all to her opponent until now and it didn't seem like it was letting up anytime soon.

Olympia was quite stunned after taking that massive hit into the corner turnbuckle. The best she could do was hold herself up using the top ropes, nevermind counterattacking or properly defending herself. Her vision was still quite clouded and her mind foggy, and her body was in quite a lot of pain. But she was still conscious, if not all the way still in the fight. When Noriko prepared to strike, she didn't seem to notice at all.

"Ah!" Olympia gasped when the first palm strike hit. She made a few more noises with each additional blow, but after a moment she stopped responding and simply took each hit. Her body got battered by repeated blows, and she could not do anything to protect herself or get out of the way. All she could do was take it, each strike rocking her body with the force behind Noriko's fury.