Zulime Lafitte vs. Saif - Closer To God

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, Submission, or Knockout...after a wrestler has made her opponent orgasm.

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Days later, and Saif swore, she could still taste Zulime on her tongue, as fresh as if they were still kissing.

She was in the process of making her way down to the ring, her theme song playing across the arena, its sound only dwarfed by the crowd’s cheers. They seemed eager to watch this match, many of them no doubt remembering the rather steamy clash Zulime had with Kim Rhee back in the day and hoping for a repeat with Saif. Though she intended to disappoint them in that hope, she was anticipating this all the same. Had been doing so since she first spied the Cajun. It was an itch that she had a desperate need to scratch, and here she was.

Saif paid little heed to the audience, even less than usual. Her focus was on the ring, treading towards the ring with light steps and a thin smile. She lid in under the ropes and rose to her feet with her back arching, rising like a serpent, her back curved to its fullest. She stalked along the squared circle, blessing the canvas with her footsteps, her arms spread wide as she took it all in. This was her church, the audience was her congregation, and she was prepared to make her Sermon on the Mount with Zulime’s body. A grand display, the perfect opportunity to show His radiance.

With her skirt flowing behind her, Saif strode to the corner and hopped up on the turnbuckle, taking a seat on the highest pad with legs crossed. She closed her eyes and began to meditate, focusing her mind to the tasks before her and the strength she would need to bring, remembering all the mistakes Kim had made and reflecting on the best ways to avoid them.

Zulime stewed in her locker room. She was reflecting on the meeting that she had with Kim and/or Saif that she had just days prior. It wasn't that their conversation had been long and flowery with a great exchange of ideas happening, but Zulime could easily recognize the undercurrent of discomfort that pervaded their interaction. When she first met Saif, Zulime was debuting. Since then, she had been on PPVs, wrestled men, and tore it up in her favorite jazz club. All in all, she had changed on the outside, but on the inside she was still the same fun loving woman. Saif had changed completely. She was no longer the woman who Zulime rendered unconscious between her large breasts, not by a mile. The Riverboat Queen looked in the mirror. The woman there had deep brown eyes that were usually so calm and collected, but now a hint of doubt started to creep through.

The Cajun girl stood up. Now was not the time for reflection. Tonight, she would have to be active. There was a bit of a spring in her barefoot steps as she thought about how she had beaten this woman before. Or at least, a form of this woman before. The trepidation on her face was replaced by an easygoing smile. While they were in these very same halls that Zulime was treading down, Saif ended their brief meeting by planting a kiss on Zulime. The Riverboat Queen really wanted to pay her lovely opponent back for such an act, and that desire motivated her as she bounced a bit to warm herself up in the staging area. She shot a dirty look at the man who was staring at her chest, and he turned away.

The lone saxophone that started her intro music gave way to the whole band as Zulime appeared before the entire stadium. They roared as Zulime waved and smiled to them. She blew a lucky fan a kiss, and she nearly fainted. That made Zulime chuckle. Her bare feet felt good on the concrete. In a sense, the hard unforgiving floor grounded her and reminded her what she needed to do.

Make her opponent cum. She slipped under the bottom rope, and backed into her corner. "Hello again, darlin'. Any other conversions you've had since we last met?" Zulime hoped that the harshness of her words were lightened by the warmth in her smile and her deep Louisiana drawl.

Saif was in the middle of stretching when Zulime came strutting out, but she put it on pause and stood to watch the show. The Cajun was such a fulsome beauty. Ripe, strong, lacking not a single curve, she carried herself with such a confidence and sensuality. Friction did not lack for beautiful women, true, but few held such exotic beauty, a rare flower in the midst of a blooming field. There was simply no one else in this league quite like her.

A treasured prize. A worthy one. Saif was brimming with rare anticipation.

Saif waited for Zulime to enter and speak, then smiled as she did, returning the warmth. There would plenty of that to go around in this match, she suspected.

”No, none. I save all my energy for you, Zulime.” She nodded her head towards the Cajun, then stepped forward, making her way to the center of the ring, her skirt flowing behind her as she strode. Once there, she stood ready with arms open and eyes calm, letting peace rule her mind.

”I am ready.” Her tongue slithered along her lips, wettening it. ”Let us know each other again.”

Zulime was throwing at barbs and jokes like she was back behind the bar on the riverboat again, teasing patrons as they sauntered up to enjoy some alcoholic drink. The Riverboat Queen imagined that she would have had to make a dozen very strong drinks to get her off her game, given how well she was handling all of the things that Zulime was throwing at her. That was fine, she supposed. They had both come out here to wrestle each other, not to chat, so she could live with taking her opponent to the ground. Plus, this match entailed one of the women fucking the other, which Zulime was always for.

"I'm ready too, suga," she said as she nodded to the ref. Somewhere, the bell rang, and the crowd announced their approval. Zulime greeted their cry by advancing on her opponent, hands up and at the ready. She didn't know what she was going for, but every passing step meant that she was closer and closer to her opponent. The alligator grin across her face showed her confidence.

Zulime extended her hands forward, silently asking for a lock up. The Riverboat Queen wanted to set the tone nice and early and push her opponent way back

Strong. Fierce. Surprisingly fast. Bold. Overwhelming. Sultry. Dangerous.

Many words came to Saif’s mind when she recalled their first fateful meeting, but those ones stuck out more than others, a strong reminder of the wily foe she faced. It was easy to see how anyone could fall for such exotic beauty, how the allure could make a mind wander, but she had grown beyond such feeble distractions. Now was the time to prove it.

When Zulime came in for the lockup, Saif played at engaging for a moment, checking all the boxes. She moved closer, sliding her bare feet along the canvas, and moved forward to engage - but instead of taking her in the lockup proper, she grabbed Zulime’s wrist with both hands, turned into the woman, pulled the arm over her shoulder and attempted to yank her foe over her shoulder, intending to send her to the mat with a classic judo throw.

There was something funny about the way that Saif moved. Her barefeet were on the canvas, and it seemed to Zulime that she was practically gliding her way over. Her faith was one that happily accommodated any and all deities, and her movements found themselves colored by anything that Zulime found particularly cool or useful. As she watched Saif coming on over, she slowly started mirroring those motions, getting closer and closer to her opponent.

She really wished she could copy that last move. It felt like the second that they touched, Zulime was already in motion. The judo toss had a ruthless efficacy to it that conveyed Zulime to the ground quickly. She yelped for a second in surprise before she found her center. A second or two of scrambling got her some distance between her and her opponent, and then she tried to clamber upright once more.

"Not bad," she said. For what felt like the first time in her life, Zulime was being honest. Which was why her steps approaching her opponent came a little bit more slowly with less gliding this time.

Saif’s new experience was already showing in spades. Before, as Kim, she wouldn’t have even dared to do a move like that to a bigger woman like Zulime, would not have taken the risks of getting so close to her effective range. As Saif, however, she moved with bold assurance, was confident in her every movement, had erased such petty doubts. She executed without hesitation and followed through perfectly, dropping her foe and sending her scrambling.

Far from a victory, she knew. But satisfying all the same.

She didn’t move after Zulime immediately after the throw, instead hanging back and letting her rise, still cautious in her approach. ”Thank you.” Were her only words, as she came in towards her foe. As she moved, her body undulated like a serpent, swaying this way and that, stretching and twisting, creating openings and taking them away as soon as they were revealed.

The moment she was close enough, Saif struck out, swinging her leg out for a low kick aimed at her foe’s knee. Whether it landed or not, she’d rechamber her leg and strike out again a moment later, this time going for the head.

Zulime was on the back heel now. Saif was slithering towards her. The Riverboat Queen felt more like a mark than she did a con man, trying to react rather than act. That meant that when the first kick came in, she was ready for it. Maybe too ready for it. Zulime scooted her feet back as her upper half was jutted forward. She opened her mouth and breathed loudly, lucky to escape the kick that would have slammed into her knee.

She looked up, and thought that she was in the clear. Her mouth was still open, this time to launch some taunt at her opponent. Just as she breathed in to find the air to launch what was sure to be a complete and total devastation of her opponent, a kick rose up to greet her in the side of the head. Zulime was completely clocked, and held the side of her face as she went down to the mat.

She bounced once, and lay there. This time, she was trying to get up. Only thanks to the throbbing pain in her head, that attempt to clamber to her feet was significantly slowed.

It was a solid kick. A good kick. It did its job well.

The blow struck her hard in the face and sent Zulime reeling, doing even more damage than she’d dare dreamed it would. The big woman went down once again.

Saif could have done many things to Zulime as she rose. She could have kicked her back down again. Could have stomped hard on her back. Could have seized her legs and locked in all manners of holds. Many ideas occurred to her. Many nasty, biting ideas.

Instead, she stalked her foe, hips swaying as she walked around Zulime’s fallen form, her shadow casting over. She brought one leg over the Cajun’s rising body then dropped down to straddle her back, facing towards her head as she sat. Reaching out, she wrapped and arm around that lovely, dark neck, squeezing it with a tight choke, while the other slipped around her chest and found a nice, ripe breast to grope. All while her thighs clamped down around her midsection, closing in with increasing pressure.

”Have you grown soft in my absence, Zulime?” She brought her lips to the ear of her foe and ran a hot tongue along the rim. ”We have barely begun, you and I.”

Zulime felt the weight of the world on top of her. There are certain expectations you have of yourself as the favorite. You have to win again, otherwise your first fist was a fluke, a good roll of the dice. The Cajun girl tried to get up and get one over on a woman who had just gotten one over on her in an attempt to assert the proper balance of things. But then she was saddled not only with the all of the weight of her own expectations, but the literal weight of her opponent. The off-balance Zulime collapsed onto her hands and knees as Saif went about the brutal work of the evening.

One arm found its way around Zulime's neck. It was annoying, but Zulime had been choked before. What was far more problematic was the hand that was on her breast. Zulime felt resentful of the fact that someone could grab her breast with impunity. She was determined to make her opponent pay for the grievous disrespect that had just been visited upon her. That prospect was halted when Saif clamped her legs around her.

Zulime felt like a horse being ridden. It was a painful, humiliating place to be. And Zulime would have much preferred to be a bucking bronco than some compliant donkey, so the Riverboat Queen thrashed and bucked and swung left and right violently to try and see if she could get her opponent off her.