POW Match: Bomber Kishima vs Monami Shagura

Kishima chuckled at her opponent’s response, but offered no retort. She knew she’d done a number on the bearess’ leg, but after all the fiery determination the woman had displayed, surely she’d manage to get back up. It took her a moment, and the damage to her wounded leg was plainly noticeable, but she did make it back up. And Kishima was ready to take whatever Monami threw at her next! ...Or so she thought.

When the bearess fell back into the ropes, it looked as if she’d just lost her balance and was using them to help steady herself. That’s how it appeared to Kishima, at least. So when Monami instead came back off the ropes and threw herself into the air, it caught the Bomber totally by surprise! And before she could properly react, a pair of bare feet slammed right into Kishima’s chest, forcing a pained grunt as she was blasted backward!

She landed flat on her back in a brief coughing fit, arms resting protectively over her chest. As badly hurt as Monami’s leg was, that can’t have felt good for her either. But that explosive blow had severely winded and dazed Kishima. She stirred on the mat, and one hand pushed against it in an effort to begin pushing herself back to a vertical base, but she was definitely going to need a moment or two to recover from that one.

While hitting Eri with a surprise drop kick, Monami groaned and cringed from the pain in her leg. This pain probably wouldn't just wear off. She'd be feeling it even more so in the morning, probably. Monami just hoped it wasn't anything serious. Besides, she could handle this level of pain. With the bomber down and slow to recover, the bearess kept up the assault. Getting on her hands and knees before lunging forward like a hungry predator, Monami would attempt to tackle Erik down to keep her pressed down on her belly.

Laying on top of Eri's back, the ebony amazon was tempted to milk this position for what it was worth. But she kept herself from getting carried away. Simply keeping her breasts pressed down on the woman's back while breathing heavily over her shoulder was enough fun for now. She'd probably get some cute reactions from Eri this way, too. If successful, Monami would then lean down and whisper right into her muscular opponent's ear.

"This is really fun~" Monami would whisper in a wildly seductive tone. The words weren't really seductive or sexual at all. But they weren't supposed to be. She just wanted to sincerely compliment the woman for giving her such a great welcome match to Friction. And she only said them in such a way to make the bomber blush and maybe swoon a little. There was nothing wrong with a little playful flirting when absolute control during sex was on the line, after all. "Thanks for being so awesome...now...lets hurry and get you all overwhelmed...Eri-senpai~" Monami added, this time being very playful and lewd with her words. The more she thought about it, Eri was her senpai. The bomber had been wrestling here for a long time, and she really was a few years older than the debuting bearess. Calling Eri her senpai was definitely going to stick for a long time after this match and all the bedroom fun they'd be having afterwards.

Having said what she wanted, Monami would then swing herself around while she was. still on top of Bomber Kirishima. Then, since she was facing Eri's feet now, the bearess would try to lock her strong thighs around her opponent's head and squeeze! Head-scissors were one of the most common holds that people could actually enjoy being trapped in. That was part of the reason why Monami was using this hold specifically to show off her powerful thighs to the woman. But simply showing this wasn't enough. Monami wanted Eri to personally experience their power for herself in the best way possible. And as an added bonus, she'd get to stare at that firm ass the whole time. And Monami stared alright. Then she'd give it a few tests...for reasons that could never be passed off as professional. Some rubbing, some poking, a few pinches to be playful, and some wonderful slaps to those muscular cheeks as she spanked the trapped bomber. She was getting carried away. That was certain. Monami completely forgot about the crowd they had with them. Still, after all the fun she was having, it was worth it.

"Wow...if there was ever an ass that was too perfect...you'd still have them beat, senpai~" Monami purred as she praised her 'senpai' some more before giving that sexy rump yet another slap. Seeing it jiggle just a tiny bit was so much sexier than making it jiggle wildly without trying. What turned Momani on so much was that her opponent's backside could resist her hardest slaps thanks to all the training that the bomber went through daily. And with her opponent's head still trapped between her legs, the bearess would make sure to slowly increase the pressure over time. Monami would even keep Eri from getting bored by suddenly squeezing with all her might for a brief few seconds at random times without warning.

Kishima had only made it about halfway back up before Monami crashed full force right into her again, forcing a heavy grunt from the Bomber’s lips as she was blasted to the mat once more, this time with the bearess’ weight coming right down on top of her! Panting as she lay on her front, feeling Monami’s breath against her while the bigger woman’s body pressed down upon her, breasts against her back, and what felt like her hips against Kishima’s ass… It almost felt like they were skipping the rest of the match and moving right along to the fun little stipulation after. The thought brought a shade of pink to her cheeks, which darkened even further at her opponent’s playfully suggestive words.

Kishima had been happy to return the banter from the outset, but that didn’t change the fact that even given her many years of experience, a match like this was still new territory for her. And despite the confidence Kishima had always had in herself, she wasn’t used to people being as openly attracted to her as Monami clearly was. Many of Wrestle Angels’ top stars could have quit wrestling and had very successful careers as supermodels if they’d really wanted to. The ebony powerhouse was making Kishima feel, for the first time in her career, like she was just as beautiful as those girls were. It was a vain thought, but there was a certain unfamiliar flattery to it that the Bomber couldn’t deny she liked.

But those thoughts were quickly pushed aside in favor of something considerably more urgent. Kishima felt her foe spinning around atop her. And suddenly a pair of deadly thighs closed around her head, locking her in an agonizing scissor hold! Kishima cringed and groaned in pain as pressure was applied, and she blushed again when she felt Monami’s hands freely spanked and played with her ass! To think that a debuting rookie could do something like this to a former Wrestle Angels World Champion… But Kishima couldn’t think that way right now. The pain of the hold fluctuated as Monami eased on it for moments at a time, only to abruptly pour the pressure right back on without warning. The ropes were much too far away to get to. If she didn’t find a way to force her way out of this hold, she felt like her head was going to burst! There was of course one easy way out, but as impressive as Monami had proven in her debut tonight, Kishima still wasn’t ready to reward the bearess by submitting to her just yet. As bad as this looked, she wasn’t out of the fight yet!

Kishima squirmed until she could get her knees under her. Then, cringing and groaning with the extreme effort, she put her hands around the back of Monami’s impressive thighs, then began to slowly force her way up to her feet while still trapped in her enemy’s deadly headscissor! The crowd, who moments ago had been cheering on the sight of Monami being so playfully and sexually dominant with the Bomber, were now rising out of their seats and voicing their surprise at the strength Kishima was displaying! And the moment she at last was at last back on her feet, she would throw her upper body forward while pulling down with her hands with all her might, intending to turn Monami’s scissor hold against her by hurling her to the mat with an explosive Alabama Slam!

Monami was very attracted to her opponent. That was obvious. She didn't normally act this way either during matches. But she'd lost herself at some point in between all of the action. Many women could be supermodels, but Monami wasn't attracted to them. Sure they were pretty, and in person they would probably make her all flustered with ease. But on paper they didn't catch her eye. Kirishima did. Strong, sexy, confident, and fierce, all qualities that the bomber had and the 'bearess' adored. If she was embarrassed later then fine, right now Eri was her's to fight and claim. And if she ended up being claimed herself, then so be it.

Regardless of how effective this head scissor was, though, the muscular woman would not be contained. Throughout her groans and agony, Sri would struggle and strain. Slowly she'd get up on her knees, and then on one foot, until she was standing up with Monami hanging from her shoulders for dear life. The ebony savage was awestruck by this display of absolute strength. This Bomber Kirishima never ceased to amaze and impress her. And as she expected, the buff woman would slam the hell out of her! Swinging the 'bearess' down with an Alabama slam, Momani would land on her back with a loud thud, and an even louder cry coming from her lips. The huge impact made her bounce back up from the sheer force that Eri had put into it. Leaving the dark skinned amazon completely stunned (in several ways) and defenseless before the astonishingly statuesque bomber. If this was Greece, people would no doubt make hundreds of marble sculptures in Eri's image. All of which depicting her as a true goddess.

Sprawled out, covered in sweat, and panting heavily, she looked absolutely exhausted (And erotically vulnerable depending on just how kinky the bomber was. Or anyone else watching for that matter). If Monami could actually speak...she would praise just how hot Eri looked as she stood above her with the lights shining down on her. She'd blame the impact for saying something so goofy, though. Since the ebony woman was far too jarred from the Alabama slam to think clearly. "...Uuuuggghh..." Monami croaked, eyes barely open, but still focused solely on the smoldering amazon standing above her.

Kishima couldn’t remember the last time she’d slammed anyone quite as hard as she’d just slammed Monami. The violent impact shook the ring with a crash so intense it almost seemed a small miracle the bearess wasn’t driven straight through the canvas. And there Kishima stood, towering over her rival while the crowd roared in awe of her strength and resilience. Her entire body ached horribly. Her head throbbed with indescribable agony. She panted in a desperate attempt to get her labored breathing under control. But Monami was down, and the final pin seemed to just be a formality at this point.

Too out of breath to muster a witty comment, Kishima instead went right on the move, slowly trudging ahead. The Bomber went to stand astride her fallen enemy, a foot planted by either side of her ribs. She looked down at the floored ebony goddess, taking in the sight of her flawless frame laid out beneath her. This was about to be Kishima’s prize, and she could hardly wait to claim it.

Kishima eased herself down to her knees, sitting down on Monami’s chest while resting her shins on the woman’s arms, trapping her in a schoolgirl pin. Then she shifted and inched forward until the crotch of her tights pressed firmly into the underside of the bearess’ chin, and brought her powerful thighs in to frame Monami’s pretty face and keep it straight, so she could look directly down into her rival’s eyes.

“ONE…!” came the first count as the ref’s hand struck the mat. Bomber Kishima held up both arms to flex her biceps, confidently striking a triumphant pose while the count continued.

“TWO…!”

With Monami serving as Kishima’s makeshift throne, the Bomber was now only one more second away from making her hard-fought conquest official...

Monami was unbelievably hazy as she laid there on her back. All she could focus on was the woman standing above her. She looked so strong...so hot...so...shiny. The lights up above made the amazon appear truly god-like. And the sight of such a muscular goddess made the bearess swoon. Getting sat on had the same affect on, too. With Kirishima simply sitting on her chest and flexing those stunning biceps, the dark-skinned amazon nearly fell under the woman's complete control. The pin attempt was the only thing keeping her head in the game. Noticing the second thud from the ref's count, Monami would do everything she could to get her shoulders off the canvas.

Planting her feet on the mat, the beast woman would force herself up as she arched her back. Pushing her midsection upwards, Monami would keep herself in a bridging position to break the pin. She didn't knock the bomber off her chest, though. Instead, she was still holding the woman up on her chest in a bridge. And because of this, Eri's crotch was pressed against the woman's chin even more so than before.

"Hehe...well...looks like someone celebrated....a little too early~..." Monami chuckled up at the sexy amazon. "But...I really can't say I hate this~ Comfy?" the woman added, teasing the bomber about how she was still sitting on her chest. Despite her playful jabs, Monami was struggling to keep herself like this. Straining to hold herself up and prevent another pin, the amazon beast did everything she could do to stay cool and confident while under Kirishima.

The shock and amazement that echoed through the crowd reflected in Kishima’s face when Monami broke the count. After that explosive slam the Bomber had put her down with, especially after everything else the two of them had endured, so many other women would have stayed down here. But not Monami Shagura. And not only did the bearess kick out, she arched her body into a bridge and continued to support Kishima’s weight on her chest, practically on her neck the way Kishima was sitting on her, all while smiling up at the Bomber from between her thighs and throwing playful verbal jabs at her. Thoroughly impressed and entertained, Kishima grinned down at the ebony goddess.

“Next time I sit on you like this, I’m gonna move forward a bit and really put that mouth to use. Don’t you worry, we’ll get there soon enough,” she said, then leaned down to grab Monami’s wrists and hold them down. She wasn’t going for another pinfall attempt, but she did want to keep her foe still a moment. Kishima then threw her legs and hips up, only to slam them right back down on Monami’s chest to try to hammer her right back down onto the mat! Yet again, the Bomber wasn’t seeking to pin the bearess. This was just to further wind and stun her in preparation for what was coming next.

Immediately getting off of Monami, Kishima stood off the side and raised her right hand into the air, and a loud buzz of cheers began to grow while her left hand grabbed onto her right elbow pad. Everyone watching knew what was coming next. Slowly she peeled it off before flinging it into the air, sparking a fresh boom of cheers from the audience, who recognized the trademark signal that Bomber Kishima was about to go for her famous Napalm Lariat!

Moving back to her opponent, Kishima grabbed one of the woman’s wrists with her left hand and began to pull her back up, while continuing to hold her right fist up in the air. She didn’t have to get Monami all the way back up, just enough to get her to make an effort to stand on her own. Once she was close, Bomber took off in a dash toward the ropes. Though tired, aching and sweating, adrenaline seemed to fuel each step as she ran into the ropes and bounded back, heading straight for her target. Taking aim, she readied her mighty right arm before firing it forward, hurling a deadly Napalm Lariat toward Monami’s head, intending to knock the newcomer out cold and claim her as her prize!

Monami was really enjoying Eri's banter. After hearing the bomber's lewdest comment yet, the dark skinned amazon couldn't help but let out a short giggle. "Wow...you're getting bolder by the second, Miss Bomber~ Mind if I take it as a compliment?~" the bearess purred up at the woman before her hands were pinned down. Monami suddenly had a bad feeling, and she was right. Eri soon gave herself a short hop upwards. That way she could land herself right back down on the sexy beast's chest.

Monami let out a short but loud grunt as her opponent landed, butt first. Causing her to lay flat on her back underneath the muscular woman. She wasn't going for a pin, though. Instead, the mighty Bomber Kirishima pulled the bearess up on her feet. Having already pulled off her elbow pad and raised her arm in the air, Eri was signaling her finishing move was coming. The Napalm Lariat, a move that made the title BOMBER undeniable due to its destructive power. Monami would be out cold if she got hit by that. And she wouldn't wake up until she was already taken home to Eri's place and laying on top of her bed. But as nice as that outcome sounded (which was almost too temping to resist), Monami wanted to be the one watching Eri until she woke up in the dark-skinned amazon's bed.

So, barely standing as the bomber ran towards and bounced off the ropes, the bear woman would muster her strength to duck under that insanely powerful arm flying at her. Monami wasn't simply dodging, though. She had to make every second count at this point, so she'd swing around the fellow buff amazon, and latch her arms tightly around her waist from behind. "RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRR!" Monami roared as loud as she could as she suddenly attempted a German Suplex on her powerful opponent. If successful, the bearess would hold on to the former angel as if she were attempting a bridging pin. However, instead of keeping Eri pinned on her upper back, Monami would roll the to the side almost immediately after landing. If the hard slam left Kirishima reeling, then the beast woman would try to turn her around and bend her forward. Her last head-scissor may have failed, but right now, Monami was feeling a strong urge to redeem herself by wrapping her strong, dark thighs around Eri's head and squeeze with a vengeance! And this time, to avoid being lifted up, Monami would reach forward with one hand to grab the other woman's ass. That way she could put some pressure on her lower half, and make standing up straight far more difficult. Not to mention the obvious appeal of groping those yummy cheeks and the oh-so-satisfying smacking sound of spanking that muscular tush.

There’s an old expression: “Aim small, miss small.” Bomber Kishima did not aim small at all when she threw her destructive lariat. She put everything she had behind it, fully intent on putting Monami away right here and now. So when she missed, her momentum carried her so strongly she was thrown completely off balance, and probably would’ve fallen over if not for the arms that wrapped around her waist. With no time to correct herself, Kishima was unable to resist as Monami hoisted her up and slammed her down with an explosive German Suplex!

The execution was perfect, and the impact shook the ring. Kishima was knocked loopy by the fall, and hardly even knew what was happening while Monami rolled her over and picked her back up. Flashes of the crowd, the ring, the bearess and the ref all passed through her vision, and then suddenly the Bomber felt the now all too familiar feeling of Monami’s incredibly sexy and equally dangerous thighs closing in around her head! Groaning and wincing in pain, she wrapped her arms around those mighty legs. The Alabama Slam had done wonders for her when she was in this very position just moments ago. Another one like that, and she might not even need her famed Lariat to put this one away.

The only problem with that, was that this time Monami was ready for it. Kishima strained in her effort to lift her foe up, but a firm hand grabbing onto her ass stalled her. The Bomber blushed, as much from the strenuous effort of lifting the powerful woman as from the hand on her rear. But the bearess clearly wasn’t just trying to cop a feel here. This positioning helped her maintain leverage over Kishima. Raising her up for the first Alabama Slam had been a near-Herculean effort. To do it again with the additional leverage holding her down, it seemed downright impossible now. The wise strategy here would’ve been to call an audible, maybe by attacking one of Monami’s legs to disrupt her base and hold.

But Kishima didn’t want to do that. The apparent impossibility of repeating her earlier effort came across to her like a challenge and a dare. Unfavorable odds didn’t make her want to rethink her strategy. If anything, it only amplified her desire to pull it off! Adrenaline and desperation now the only things fueling her efforts, Kishima roared out while trying to slowly raise Monami up again! But all the while, the crushing and excruciating pressure of her opponent’s thighs against her head was draining more and more out of her by the second. She had a dangerously short window of time to pull off her gambit. The crowd rose to its collective feet while loud cheers and calls filled the arena, each fan seeing clearly just how crucial these next few moments would be!

Monami smiled as she felt Kirishima's head resting tightly between her thighs. It might have just been her imagination, but the bearess swore that she could feel the heat building in her opponent's skull. Especially the cheeks...making her happy to see the bomber's reaction to some more grab ass. But the thing that made Momani happy the most...was Eri's defiance. Her complete refusal to back down in any way. She chose to once again power out of this position. She could have tried something else, but the muscular woman was determined to prove herself yet again. Kirishima was doing it too. She was actually going to succeed through the strength of pure willpower.

Monami had other plans, though. As impressive as this was, she didn't want to be slammed again. Instead, when the bomber was still lifting them up, Monami would grab a hold of her opponent's sides. Then, shifting her weight, the bearess would try to bring Eri forward and land on her feet. If she successfully got back down on her feet with the bomber's head still locked in 'thigh-land', the dark skinned amazon would reach down farther and grab the back of Eri's thighs. Then, with a roar of her own, Monami would try to lift her opponent up in the perfect position for a package piledriver! It'd be a lie to say that some naughty thoughts didn't cross the savage amazon's mind while she had Kirishima's sexy ass sticking up in the air like this. But right now Monami wanted dominance and to conquer this badass woman with the yummy, firm backside.

So without wasting any time, the animalistic amazon would drop down and spike her opponent's skull into the canvas with her fierce package piledriver! If successful, Monami would follow this up with an instant pin attempt in the same packaged position. And whether this was intentional or not, the right side of woman's face would be pressed down on top of the woman's rump as well!