Tracy vs Malina

"Wha-" Malina was in awe as she was grabbed by the waist and pulled upwards. She tried kicking her legs, but to no avail; soon her body was completely upside-down, not even touching the ring anymore. The only support she had was her feeble grip on Tracy's thighs, which she used to avoid falling to the mat. Her twintails touched the ground, and some of the blood in her face started running back into her nose, causing her to cough once or twice. Her eyes widened when she felt two fingers prodding into her sex. "Wha-what are you planning...?" She looked at the upside-down audience, unable to turn her head. Fear started to creep to her face.

Tracy grinned wickedly once again. "To make you pay, what else?" That was all she said, and then just jumped off the mat as high as she could, bending her legs in the air. "Raketen Hammer!" The streetfighter screamed the name of her new technique. A couple of seconds later, as they were descending, Tracy would actually start pushing her fingers against Malina's sex. The blonde girl's head would hit the mat violently. But hey, that wasnt all! Due to the strong impact, Tracy's fingers would actually go through the other girl's clothes, getting deep inside her sex. "Hahahahahaahahh!" The redhead laughed evilly, proud of her new move.

It had finally come. Malina wanted to be away from there, as far as possible from the brutal fighter. "No! Stop!" she said in midair, already too late. The two wrestlers hovered in the air for a half second, that for Malina seemed like an eternity.

Then they descended.

Malina screamed loudly as she fell and her head was crushed against the mat. At the same time, Tracy's two fingers plowed through her outfit and her folds like twin vengeful spears. Tracy's Raketen Hammer put Malina into an unsufferable trip of pain, and she started to see stars and flashes around her head. It was the end of her. She'd keep screaming until the pain forced her to stop.

Tracy was pretty satisfied with what her new finisher had done to Malina. Wanting to end all of this right now, the kawaii streetfighter stood up and doubled over, grabbing her opponent by the hair and pulling her head up to ask one single thing right in front of her. "Do you want to quit now? Or do you want a little more of this...?" She said as she held her other fist in front of Malina's eyes, trying to make her blond opponent think about it twice if she didnt want to give up yet.

Malina had fallen on the mat, immobile. Her sight was darkening, and her pussy had been ravaged by Tracy's finisher. She was barely conscious when she was roughly grabbed by the hair, her head being the only part of her lifted off the mat. She couldn't hear Tracy's question properly, but knew what to answer all the same. "Give... up... I quit." The last thing she saw before her mind faded away was Tracy's fist being waved before her face.

Tracy grinned at Malina's answer. "Good girl. What a shame, it's past your bed time... Goodnight!" The redhead tightened her hold on her opponent's hair and slammed her face into the mat once again, proving to be as cruel in the ring as always. She hoped this match taught people someone. If you're not nice with her... dont expect her to be nice with you. The referee called for the ring to bell and lifted the kawaii streetfighter arm high into the air, declaring her the winner of the match! "Yeaah!" She yelled, but just as she did, the adrenaline levels in her blood started going down. The redhead's eyes would roll into her cranium and she would fall back to the ground, laying onto her back and spread eagle, fast asleep.

The calls of the audience slowly faded from Malina's mind. She would just stay there, unconscious, not even feeling pain anymore. Soon a team of medics with stretchers came to carry both winner and loser out of the auditory.

Tracy wins via "I Quit!" submission