POW Match: Bomber Kishima vs Monami Shagura

Kishima saw her foe run off into the ropes. Years of ring experience told her the bearess would probably be coming at her with a shoulder block next. The setup for it could hardly have been better, except for the fact that Kishima was prepared, or so she thought. When Monami came bolting back toward her the Bomber stood upright and braced herself for the impact, thinking she’d resist and remain on her feet.

But it was only when she saw Monami bring her arm up that Kishima realized the woman was actually going for a lariat.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She should’ve seen it coming sooner, but it was quite rare for opponents to be so bold as to throw a lariat at the Lariat Queen herself. The split second left between then and the impact left Kishima no time to correct her mistake, she just had to keep bracing herself and hope for the best.

On the bright side, balancing her stance and bracing for the impact prevented her from being totally turned inside out as she would’ve on loose legs. She probably wouldn’t have even been knocked off her feet at all if an average woman had been in Monami’s place. But Monami was no average woman, and the strength of the bearess’ lariat caused her to fall backward with a hard thud on the mat! Kishima let out a pained grunt at the impact, one hand rubbing her head while she tried to get her wits about her again.

Monami landed one hell of a lariat on the Bomber. So hard that the bear woman fell forward after hitting her opponent. She knew this was a great time to press her attach, though, so the 'bearess' would quickly scramble over to Eri on all fours. Then, after lifting the woman's head off the ring, Monami would wrap her strong legs around the Bomber's hard cranium for a head scissor hold.

Then she'd suddenly squeeze her thighs tightly around Eri's head. Trying not only to constrict the fight out of her opponent through pressure and lack of air, but also trying to tease her by patting the top of her opponent's head. "Well well well...looks like I've got you trapped. But you don't hate this, do you? I bet you like being between my thighs~ Admit it...say how great they are~" the bear woman said, enjoying the position she had Kishima in the entire time. She'd occasionally rub and pat her thighs seductively at time to keep the woman enthralled with her.

“Fuck…” Kishima groaned while rubbing a hand against the back of her neck. For the next few seconds the world seemed to spin around her. When it finally started to settle the Bomber began to push herself up from the mat. But by then it was too late, Monami was already pouncing on her again. Her head was raised, and then quickly sandwiched between a pair of powerful thighs.

“AGHH!!” she cried out, kicking against the mat while her hands instinctively went to Monami’s thighs in a futile effort to pry them apart. Of course there was no way her hands could overpower legs like these, especially from her current position. Her face suddenly reddened a bit, and even Kishima herself couldn’t be sure if it was more to do with the tight pressure applied to her skull or the bearess’ domineering words and teasing head pat. Likely a mixture of both, if she were being honest.

“NGH! WON’T...SAY IT!” she growled defiantly. It wasn’t that she didn’t think her thighs were great. They were, that was just a simple fact. The exquisite muscle tone, the smoothness of the woman’s skin against her cheeks, not to mention the view Kishima had from here of Monami’s legs. From head to toe, she was quite certain this was one of the sexiest women she’d been in the ring with, and that was saying something. Still, it was a matter of pride. She wouldn’t give Monami what she wanted while she still had the strength to fight back. And since she couldn’t pry the legs off of her, Kishima instead kicked her own out in search of the ropes. Thanks to the thighs around her head, she couldn’t see if she was close to the ropes or not. For now she was just fishing, trying to get a gauge for how far she needed to go, and how long she needed to endure the crushing pressure against her head.

Monami chuckled to herself as Eri defied her orders. The 'bearess' was in control, but her opponent was too strong willed to be forced to do anything. Monami liked that about the bomber, though. Being such a strong woman made her even more desirable to the primal, dark skinned beauty. So she'd squeeze even harder in short bursts to add to the pressure. Eri wasn't going to lay there and take it, though. She'd fight with all her might to kick her legs. Slowly moving them around the ring as the Bomber searched for the ropes to escape this hold.

"No? Well aren't you just the plain stubborn...Heh...can't say that I dislike your resolve, though...that's why I believe you~ You're such a proud woman...you deserve the best~" Monami purred as she reached down and caressed Eri's cheek. Praising the bomber was fun, but she was getting closer and closer to the ropes. So, the bear woman would suddenly try to roll them over just as Eri's right foot was just about to hook the bottom rope. Then, pushing herself up with her arms, Monami would try to come back down and drive the former angel's head down on the canvas. It wouldn't be too strong of an impact, but it wouldn't be feel like a pillow hit her either.

"...the best mistress that is~" Monami added teasingly. All while the fans roared as cheered around them. Many enjoying the fact that the bear woman's ass was sticking upwards for all to see. But Monami was too focused on her opponent to worry about the audience's lustful eyes. She wanted to...no...she needed to win this match...and nothing would distract her from that goal.

“Nghfuck!” Kishima groaned at a sudden increase in pressure around her head, before feeling it relax a moment, only for it to pick back up and make her cringe in pain again. The cycle repeated several times over. One moment she would just be feeling the almost blissful caress of Monami’s thighs against her cheeks, the next her head would feel on the verge of being crushed!

Added to that came some teasing for extra humiliation. Why did Monami have to so good with her teasing? In this position the bearess was able to hold and wear her down with relatively minimal effort, and she emphasized it by casually speaking to her while lightly caressing her cheek. Kishima blushed again, unable to do much of anything except try to reach the ropes. And though she couldn’t tell, she almost managed to get there, until Monami suddenly rolled her over onto her front.

“Umph!” Kishima grunted out as the bearess’ legs and hips drove her face straight down to the mat. It wasn’t a particularly brutal impact, but with the punishment she’d taken from the intense scissor hold it didn’t take a lot to make her head spin at the moment. Unfortunately, the Bomber wasn’t lucky enough to enjoy the nice view Monami was giving everyone else of her ass. For the moment she was still trapped between her thighs, with her foe essentially straddling the back of her neck and head while she was held down against the mat.

"Heh...what's wrong? You're not fighting back as much...running out of gas?" Monami taunted her opponent, who's head she kept tightly between her legs. The bear woman thought about keeping Eri like this until she either escaped or passed out. However, Monami also wanted to continue their fight for at least a little longer. So, the 'bearess' released her opponent's head. This wasn't a get away free card, though. Because as soon as Monami let go, she'd hop backwards and land on the bomber's back and drag her back a few feet.

From there, the dark skinned amazon would try to wrap her arms around Eri's midsection. Then, she would lock in a grounded bear hug before forcing the rest of her body to go limp. That way, while Monami would squeeze the life out of her opponent, Eri would have to crawl the whole way across the ring to reach the ropes. But as she did so, the bomber would also have to drag Monami's entire weight along with her. This would make Eri's journey much more difficult. But for Monami, she'd have a fun time squeezing the former angel's strong abs and feeling her breasts pressing down on Eri's backside. It was an odd feeling to have her soft breasts smushed up against such a firm ass.

"Mmm...let's see if you can make it through this..." Monami purred out while nuzzling her cheek against Eri's strong back. Then, thanks to her opponent's back being exposed and uncovered by her attire, the 'bearess' actually dragged her tongue across the bomber's spine ever so softly to drive her wild.

The steel-like vice around her head and neck suddenly released, and Kishima was granted a moment to take in a quick, sharp breath. It felt great, but the moment was gone in the blink of an eye. That was about all the Bomber had time to do before Monami was literally on her back again, a pair of powerful arms coiling around her midsection like a boa constrictor prepping its lunch.

“Nngh!” Kishima grunted at the crushing pressure, squirming in her unyielding clutches. And a chill shot down her spine the moment she felt her opponent’s tongue glide up her spine. “Fuuuuck!” she groaned with her eyes slammed shut, hating that her foe’s teasing felt as good as it did, especially while she was simultaneously feeling the pain of the bearess’ mighty squeeze.

She didn’t have a good angle or any way to get the right leverage she would’ve needed to swing a clubbing blow back at Monami’s head. At best she could’ve taken a few uncomfortable blind swings. But with no way to aim her shots, that would likely waste too much effort and gain too little from it. The ropes were her best option, though it was going to be a bitch and a half getting to them. But Kishima was a tough bitch. Painful as these next few moments were going to be, it didn’t intimidate her. One arm at a time, she reached out and pulled along the canvas, slowly but surely dragging both herself and Monami in the direction of the ropes! Whether her enemy would keep her hold on the full way to maximize its effect or let go before then, she didn’t know. She just kept dragging along, grunting out in pain and discomfort with each movement, trying to get herself close enough to the bottom rope that she could reach out and grab it!

Monami giggled softly from hearing Eri's response to being licked. The bomber was insanely tough, but just one lick and she briefly trembled like jelly. The 'bearess' found that very amusing, and pretty cute as well. However, the bear woman was far more impressed as Eri dragged them both across the ring. This was a lot of dead weight to haul, and yet the bomber still managed to do so faster than Monami would have guessed.

Inch by inch, the dark skinned woman would watch as she was taken for a ride. And then, with one final effort, her opponent grabbed onto the bottom rope. Monami smirked as the ref called for a rope break. Knowing Eri was probably exhausted from that, the 'bearess' would release the insane grip she had on the woman's midsection and slowly get up. Of course, she couldn't help herself for delivering a light slap to the bomber's firm backside.

"Very impressive~" Monami would say, praising the woman and giving her ass a spank out of respect. Then, the bear woman would back away to the center of the ring and crouch down. With her hands resting on her knees, Monami would eagerly wait for Eri to get up and face her once again. The whole time she stayed focused on her opponent as she licked her lips. This was turning into quite the battle.

A surprised yelp after being spanked preceded several heavy breaths from Kishima as the agonizing vice was at last released. The air rushing in and out of her lungs felt so good, and it was tempting to just lay there and take in as much as she possibly could. After all, Monami had been generous enough to actually give her the space to recover rather than pour on the pressure. But the veteran knew if she took too long, her foe’s patience would eventually expire and she’d pounce right on her again.

Reluctantly cutting off her little rest period sooner than she’d like, the Bomber used the ropes to slowly pull herself up to her feet. Panting while she used the back of her wrist to wipe a few beads of sweat from her brow, she staggered into the corner and practically fell into the turnbuckles. With her back against the pads, her arms dangled over the top rope by either side of her. Vertical again, but still wounded prey in perfect position to be capitalized on.

Or at least, that’s the impression she wanted to give Monami.

Where the Bearess stood, and considering Kishima’s fatigue, it would be impossible to rush back in without telegraphing her attack. Welcoming another grappling contest in her condition wouldn’t be smart either. But with a little trap to catch her by surprise, maybe Kishima could find a way to turn the tables. All she needed was Monami to take the bait...

Monami greatly approved of this ass. It only took one slap to know how great her opponent's backside was. And the bear woman wanted to do it yet again even as she backed away from the winded bomber. Spanking this well built beauty was going to become far too fun at this rate. But she wanted to save it for later. If the dark skinned woman got too familiar with Eri's body, then she wouldn't have the pleasure of studying every inch of that buff bod under the sheets. Waiting would simply make their POW session far more memorable (In so many ways) to say the very least.

So after hearing that adorable yelp coming from such a marvelous and muscular woman, Monami patiently waited for Eri to compose herself. The bomber was pretty slow, however, and it was taking far too long for the woman to bare (No pun intended). By the time that the former angel was holding herself up in the ring, the 'bearess' let out a groan before charging. Running full speed, Monami would attempt to spear Bomber Kirishima while she was still in the corner. Effectively crushing the woman's strong midsection as her shoulder drove itself into Eri's core. That is if it connected, of course. But judging from how slow her opponent was moving right now, Monami doubted that Eri could escape this fate...