Who’s The Fittest of Them All? Eshe vs. Arjuna

Another day and another match, Eshe was surprised with how much work she had cut out for her. Still she was getting out there and earning her dues with pay coming in and it being rather nice to make money following her dream. She checks through her emails as she rides the train to the arena, her gym bag next to her. She had a couple hours to prepare but nothing beat showing up early.

Her opponent tonight, what was her name again, Arjuna Sam-Sa-samanti..? Wow, that’s a hard last name to pronounce. It’d probably help hearing it out loud once to catch the pronunciation but Arjuna was an exotic name. She was Indian and...whoa. Eshe has to make a double no a triple take, the Egyptian was beyond surprised, awestricken, impressed, and slack jawed all at the same time when she saw the size of their chest. There was no way those were real, right? She wiped her eyes maybe she was seeing things, Hm, nope, definitely not imagining it. It kind of made a girl a little self conscious but enough of that, her main goal was taking down this giant tonight.

The train would stop at the station, double doors opening, a distorted voice coming over the speakers. Eshe couldn’t exactly decipher it but hey, she didn’t need to, she knew where she was. Picking up her gym bag, she hops off the train and begins her small walk onward the new love of her life.

Back in the locker room, the Egyptian was just finished getting ready for her match, she ties her hair up before checking Arjuna out one last time. Those knickers couldn’t be real, there was no fricken way. She kne it’d be rude but she just had to know, she couldn’t very well let her curiosity just lay low. A knock at the door startled her, she practically threw her phone into her locker before slamming it shut, her phone clattering as it fell. She closed her eyes in disbelief, please don’t be broken she begged.

”Miss Eshe, you’re on in 3!” The voice declared. She sighs “Yeah, I’ll be right there!” Tucking the loose strands back she head out the door and toward the ramp for her cue.

“I-I Li-Like It, It..” her theme suddenly boomed, the violet Egyptian would step out, her hips striking the beat as her usual spunky self would. At the last beat she’d head down the ramp, smiling and waving, waving  and smiling as she makes her way to the ring. Eshe fixes her focus as she climbed into the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet, swaying her hips in a fashion for a tid-bit of attention. The adrenal sine junkie wanted to put her practice to good use and the motion earned her a few whistles. She’d stop and stare at the ramp as she backpeddled to a corner eyeing the ramp.

Inside one of the locker rooms Arjuna made her final preparations for the upcoming match. As she slipped in a one piece uniform that was barely able to contain her curvaceous body the Indian reflected on all the events that got her into that night. She had been in the AFW for some time now and she managed to get a hold of some good fanbase. People liked her attitude and her looks, but she also proved that all of that came with some good wrestling skills as well. All around her wrestling persona helped her get some fans on her side, but Arjuna was an ambitious woman and wanted more. She didn’t want to have fans, she wanted everyone to love her, to be devoted about any match she took part in, to be intoxicated for her very sight. And to get that she also needed to start getting a good winning streak to attract some more people’s attention. After all, the league was full of beautiful women, it were the good fighters the one who got the attention.

Those were Arjuna’s thoughts as the woman finished her preparations by getting her white gloves on. Just in time, as some attendant knocked on her door signaling that it was her time to make it into stage. Back from backstage the Indian could get a first taste of what her rival looked like as she could gaze at her entrance from the distance. The far figure walked confidently and enjoying herself, swaying her hips at everyone as she made her way to the ring.

Eventually Arjuna’s theme started and the Indian walked down the ramp as she bathed in the whistles and cheers of the crowd. She wanted to give the people some attention but mark her position as a diva. She replied to her rival by swaying some of her curves at everyone as she walked to the ring. After going between the second and the third ropes she stood in the middle of the ring and stroke a seductive pose for everyone, then turned to have a proper look at her rival.

She was smaller than Arjuna and her bust was also smaller, but she was definitely an ebony beauty. Looking at those tight curves against that rubbery outfit almost made the Indian regret that wasn’t a more hot and bothered kind of match, but that wouldn’t take her attention from the upcoming match. “So you are the one tonight. Good, I like what I see. Let us have a nice fight.”, she greeted formally.

The Egyptian slowly pulled away from the corner as her opponents them began to rumble across the arena, she figured now she could tell if they were real or not..well in the sense of..somethings. She shook her head, that was such a stupid thought, hopefully her opponent wasn’t a mind reader. As the slightly taller Indian stepped out, Eshe’s heart began to beat, gaining rhythm as Arjuna came closer. A picture couldn’t describe how beautiful they were, she couldn’t explain it but, this wasn’t the sort of pretty you’d see often. She was definitely curvy, her one piece looked a little too tight but perhaps that was the intention, the crowd began to swoon at her figure, and whistle at her movements. Of course, men obviously liked big boobs and this woman fit the bill.

As she stepped into the ring, She couldn’t help but just stare, stare into the void of beauty that Arjuna was and maybe a bit of jealousy as she found those slightky judging eyes. With their more than sensual pose out of the way, her heart’s beat began to slow. She had to focus but, maybe not so much? Not on everything at least. The violet softly gulped, having being to that she liked what she saw, possibly a compliment for sure but how could she handle it? “Well, I guess that makes two of us. Too bad this wasn’t something a little more intimate huh?” nitpicking of course but she didn’t mean to go that far either.

Eshe practically slapped herself with that one but she had to give it to them, they had a stunning figure. “So um..I’m sure you get this a lot but, are those real?” Oh YOU’VE got to be-why Eshe? Why’d you have to go and ask that? It just blurred out, this was a little embarrassing but hey, in for a penny, in for a pound.

The referee quickly stepped in, giving the Egyptian a breather from her embarrassing ramblings. They went over the rules, the same as always but this time she said that light Hentai allowed. Going into further details stating that touching and such were allied but nothing as far as actual full on. Her eyes went wide before a soft blush found its way across her cheeks. The usual tanned colors went dark as she thiughg about what to do, she’d never actually thought about it but here it was right in her face.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell sounds and Eshe drops, her guards immediately up and her arms and knees spread shoulder width apart. The smaller woman wasn’t sure what to say now but she wasn’t going to let a little change prevent her from taking Arjuna down.

The Indian could do nothing but look in awe how her rival reacted to her presence. It was obvious that in a place like the AFW lots of sensual women would gather around to participate in exciting wrestling matches, so all of those women should be used to be around sexy girls. That didn’t look the case for Esha, who really looked captivated by Arjuna’s curves. To be more specific, it was her bust what took most of the Egyptian’s attention. From the very moment the Indian stepped inside the ring her rival’s gaze had stopped on Arjuna’s chest several times. Once more, the ebony beauty was used to get people’s attention with her body, but maybe she expected her rival to be more composed. Even that was something she could use in her favour if the time arrived.

Eshe showed how she was definitely interested in Arjuna’s body when she made a comment about what a pity it was not having a more up close and personal kind of match. The Indian felt something similar about her rival, but showing that would only give her that information and let her know that it was some weakness of her she could exploit.

The referee interrupted their brief exchange as they went over the match rules. Standard wrestling was Arjuna’s specialty. The light hentai allowed kinda made her feeling uneasy about how “light” her rival would like to keep it, but only time would tell. In the end Eshe just couldn’t resist and made a question about the Indian’s breasts. It wasn’t the first time she was asked that and most likely it wouldn’t be the last, but the circumstances under that situation made her flinch in surprise for an instant. Just an instant, as Arjuna regained her cold, smug demeanor. “You are welcome to find out when I use them to smother you.”

The bell rang and Eshe sprung into action by raising her guard. Arjuna didn’t want to rush things and since speed wasn’t her main area of expertise she would take things slow. Lifting her arms she advanced, signaling her rival that she wanted to begin the match with a test of strength. What she obviously wouldn’t be telling Eshe was that her specialty was strength. She would get to see that real soon.

The Indian woman didn’t even seem to flinch when she heard the rules, it was like it didn’t even matter to them or maybe they half expected it. Eshe was a little boggled with the thoughts of being touched, did she kind it? No, of course not. Most people yearned for kinship like that but..out in the public, so many eyes watching? It felt a little too much. Maybe she could get over that feeling but it’s definitely take her some time. Maybe if she imagined them doing something stupid it’d help take her mind off of it.

For a split second, Arjuna showed complete and utter surprise. So the cold woman had a soft spot, perhaps she could take advantage of that but their comment only further pushed her back her mindset as she tried to focus. “S-smother me huh? Well sorry to rain on your parade but don’t be surprised when it’s the other way around.” Unfortunately as stupid as her comeback was, she knew it didn’t hold any weight especially when their sizes were compared to one another. What was the big idea about big boobs anyway? It was just fat, over glorified fat, that’s all it was.

She softly grumbles as Her opponent set up position for a lock up, inviting her to a test of strength. Eshe could see that she was more than likely out matches but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a possible answer. As she stepped up to the larger woman, she pressed her tanned palms to the opposite pair, her fingers lock in place as they intertwine with each other. She had a plan and a plan that could put her on the docket if she played her cards right.

If Arjuna were to apply her strength to the test, Eshe would attempt to fire her knee into the competition, her goal was to topple the giant and then some as her plan became clear. From here, she’d look to shift her legs between a hopeful recovering foe. With her weight and using their unbalanced center of gravity, the Egyptian would look to plant the cold and smug woman flat on her back, mounting her as she attempted to pin their arms over their head. ”A lot of you girls seem to underestimate me. Maybe I ought to show you I mean business. Ma rayuk ya jamila?”She asks, shuffling her knees along their sides as she has to practically lean over their chest. Damn these things in her way. She was trying to be intimidating.

Arjuna couldn’t avoid feeling a little bit appalled about the idea of that rival of hers going all in with light hentai moves against her. The Egyptian had shown a very intense interest in her breasts and the Indian wasn’t sure about how restrictive the AFW rules would be about the term “ligt hentai allowed”. Despite all that, the Indian was confident in her own skills to overpower her smaller rival and bring a victory home. Even with all her doubts about how her rival would act around her in that matter Arjuna couldn’t avoid a sardonic laugh when Eshe suggested smothering her. Arjuna’s brow arched in a manner that whispered: “with what?” The idea of getting on her rival’s head and make her rumble a little bit entertained her.

The bell had rung, the match had started and Eshe walked towards Arjuna and interlocked fingers with her. In any other situation a gesture like that would have been a sign of confidence and care, but between wrestlers it was only the beginning of a challenge of strength. As soon as their hands closed Arjuna started pushing forwards as much as she could. Arjuna was quite strong and that added to the edge she had concerning size and weight made overpowering a viable way to victory for her.

What the Indian wasn’t expecting at all was the kind of response she would get from Eshe. Instead of fighting back with her strength the Egyptian added a knee to the ecuation, but she wouldn’t stop there as she used her legs to tilt the already precarious balance Arjuna had and managed to get the Indian on the mat on her back. “Damn you!”, Arjuna thought as she fell to the mat.

Eshe would see this as a chance to follow up and straddle Arjuna, making the Indian unable to move. One thing was the obvious back and forth a match had, but the Indian had a really susceptible pride sense and hated when her rivals mocked her as Eshe just did. That fueled Arjuna to fight back with renewed rage as she bucked her body trying to get rid of her rival mounting her. If she was able to she would even try wrapping her strong legs around Eshe’s shoulder or neck in order to pry her off.

Oh, it was on. Eshe had a sense of humor, she told bad jokes all the time but her threat wasn’t something to laugh at, Arjuna didn’t see it that way. She laughed to perhaps spite her smaller size and if anything that only made the Egyptian mad. It was then and there that she promised to beat the brakes of this woman and to show her that she meant business. Kick her ass in more ways than one.

As the two locked up for their strength contest, the bigger girl seemed dead set on overpowering her, something Eshe had anticipated. Lucky for her, she predicted correctly and managed to knee the girls midsection, a favorite of starters to her matches but as she smacked her leg around their rather smooth calf, she toppled them down and covered them for the mount. The violet had to admit, she was a lot more pillowy than she thought, comfortable even. The only thing that made her a tinge more infuriated was that her boobs got in her way. Still she made off with another promise  before things got to hairy.

But not fast enough. The Indian woman didn’t seem happy with her choice of words or her choice of sitting. Suddenly she felt the earth leave her feet as she was sudddenly set up in the air with a buck of her hips, only for her shoulder to get caught in her legs and tossed aside, rolling toward the ropes.

She’d grunt as she gets to her hands, talking about a bucking bronco, she had some power in those legs of hers. She’d roll her shoulder out, as she shifted upward from her knees, getting the kink of from being thrown to the side. She smiled at her foe, this was going to be fun, her only concern now was: could she handle their advances?

It became apparent for Arjuna that her rival was more than met the eye. The Egyptian could have that kind of goofy and joker aura around her that made her look less centered than what she actually was. The Indian just had a taste of that when she went full force at her to see how her smaller rival would use all that strength against her in a perfectly executed ruse. What a way to begin a match for Arjuna, being toppled by that woman who should be overpowered by now.

Luckily for her, Arjuna had enough resolve and pride not to remain silent and still while her rival could devise her next step as she straddled the Indian. Without losing any time Arjuna bucked her body and got a grip with her toned but soft legs at Eshe’s shoulders and just some instants after being toppled it was now her the one tossing her rival off like she was some ragdoll.

Eshe wouldn’t settle for that though, and even if she got caught by surprise she would quickly work in order to get an escape and get on her knees. After all that initial exchange it looked like their positions were about to restart. It was a strange way to start a match to end up just in the same situation as they started, but now both wrestlers had made a statement: Arjuna wanted to show that she had strength to overcome this challenge and Eshe replied by proving that she was resourceful and able of good scheming.

From their current position Arjuna had to go in the only direction she knew: forwards. Keeping the pressure going was the only way the Indian knew and it had proven a successful strategy in the past, so she saw no reason why she would have to change it. This time, though, she decided not to give her rival a chance to respond, so she would suddenly aim to wrap her arms around Eshe’s chest in order to lift her from the ground in a bearhug, displaying her strength and superior size to show her rival that she had no chance of winning from the very first moment.

The Egyptian lightly groaned as she shuffled to her feet. The forceful impact of the canvas from the throw was a bit more than she thought but she smiled anyway. Her way of showing that she could take it, getting caught again would more than likely end very badly, if anything, for now she’d try to keep a safe distance before coming up with a strategy.

That’s what she would’ve liked to do anyway but her bigger rival came charging. Taken by surprise she found herself lifted off the mat, strong arms wrapped around her chest and slowly squeezing the life out of her. A sharp cry would escape her lips as she begins to shake and thrash with Arjuna applying pressure. She’d grit her teeth as she bust and spine began to whine, Eshe had to do something before she was crushed by her rival.

She’d grit her teeth as she was squeezed again, pain shooting uo her body again as her legs kicked. What could she do? Her arms wiggle in their grip but perhaps she could use that. With a silver glare she views her rival with a hellish glare, she was thinking, and thinking hard. An old saying came to mind in her desperation, one that probably had a more literal sense than she first realized: When in doubt, headbutt it out.

Eshe felt she had nothing to lose. In an effort for freedom, the violet would lean her head back, rearing herself to be ready. She throws her head forward, with a bit more power than she was thinking in such a precarious situation, her head would smash against the tanned beauty if her attempt was successful. If she were let go, Eshe would stumble backward, her mind swirling in slight disarray from the velocity.

Arjuna looked determined when she managed to get rid of Eshe who was riding the Indian. The Egyptian didn’t look down about how easily Arjuna shoved her away as she smirked in a sardonic way. That aspect of her rival was a nuisance for Arjuna and she decided that she would work hard to erase that smile from her face.

And Arjuna wanted to get that done as she locked her bearhug. She was a strong woman, maybe even more than what her figure suggested. Along her career she had some rivals underestimate her strength and they paid the price for that. Eshe looked really confident and as someone who wasn’t taking her rival completely seriously, and Arjuna was a proud woman, easy to jump in anger even if she wouldn’t show it. That was why the Indian wanted to show Eshe that she was the boss, that no matter how carefree or defiant the Egyptian could act and feel around her, it was Arjuna who was in charge.

Arjuna squeezed harder in order to get some more damage done to Eshe. The Indian doubted that her rival would tap out after the match had just started, but that hold could help her making her rival soft and ready for some more squeezing in the future. Arjuna smirked as she could see how bad the predicament was for Eshe, who writhed and whined unable to escape. The Indian couldn’t even imagine what happened after that. Eshe leaned her head back and then headbutted Arjuna!

The Indian suddenly let her rival go as she cried in surprise and in pain. The impact on her forehead was a big one, it looked like even more than what Eshe had planned. At first it felt like her nose was bleeding but as soon as Arjuna checked that it wasn’t that way she noticed how her rival had stumbled on her butt. It was time for some serious pain so the Indian ran to the ropes while her rival was dazed, in order to rebound gaining some momentum and then going for a boot to Eshe’s chest!