Hentai knockout: Ionel Thompson vs Rebecca Owens.

Hentai/ knockout/ submission match: first to make their opponent tap out, pass out, or cum wins.


Never one to back down from a challenge, Rebecca had made the long trip from Tension HQ to Friction to participate in a cross promotion heavyweight fight.  She had the basics of her opponent but was eager to see for herself just what this Ionel had to offer.  So after arriving she went to the locker room to change into her requested battle gear...her bikini.  Hers was a red strapless top with the image of the fleur-de-lis drawn on each bust and white bottoms with the same pattern on her butt.  As her Frankish war song began to play she burst out onto the stage giving a few stomps and then a warcry with the beat of the music. Then matching down to the ring, feeling only slightly self conscious she entered to ring, giving a Warrior's salute to the crowd before settling into her corner to await Ionel.

Spoiler:

The dimming of the lights only lasted a short while before an explosive display of fireworks, obnoxiously loud rock music, and a rather suggestive titantron announced Ionel's appearance. Six feet and seven inches of blonde haired, stars and stripes bikini'd, and densely muscled amazon walked down the ring; a living monument of strength and power but one full of swagger and grinning, cocksure arrogance. She was even larger up close, almost casting a shadow over the redhead but it was her grin that was the most intimidating. Was it malicious, mean-spirited? It could be seen as such but there was something else beneath the smile. Viewed in tandem with the rows of impossibly dense looking abdominal muscles seated atop dense pillar-thighs, flanked by steely yet lustfully feminine arms, she could simply flex and it would appear she could shatter most opponents to pieces if she fell upon them.

"So, you're what they call a heavyweight around here huh?" Ionel spoke. Did her tongue just moisten her lips? It was hard to tell with the lights returning to normal but that damn grin remained. "You're cute - I'll enjoy treating ya to a bit of culture from my stretch of town."

She blew a kiss, probably the softest thing about her body other than her enormous yet still weighty, teardrop-shape tits. She'd step back a few paces, not straying too far from the middle. When the bell rung, she'd advance upon Rebecca, crouching slightly for a better centre of balance as her enormous tits swung left and right against a slightly too small bra. Her smile remained.

"Say, you look a little stiff. Mind if I help you relax?" She'd tease, lunging forth immediately to try and wrap her arms around her opponent's waist. If that was successful, she'd hoist her up shoulder against her abs then swing her down for a quick and easy slam.

Yet oddly enough, she'd disconnect as to avoid using her shoulder as a ram into Rebecca's tummy.

Whatever the reason, she was just warming up. If this was successful, she'd grin and flex her guns for the crowd as she turned away for a short second, waiting to see what Rebecca was made of.

It was rare that Rebecca felt so outsized by her opponent. Normally she was the bigger and stronger one of the bunch but this time Ionel trumped her in both categories. And they way she had looked at her, and was still looking at her, there was only one word that came to mind. Predatory.

"I look forward to the chance to show you a true fight and then kick your red, white, and blue ass" showboaters like Ionel rubbed her wrong, not enough to trigger her rage but enough to really make her want to kick her ass.

After the bell Rebecca cautiously watched the bigger girl approach and then faster that she could react she was picked up and planted on the mat, though it didn't hurt as much, like she was holding back against her.

"Don't hold back against me, a challenge means nothing is I don't face my foe at full strength." And so she would charge fronting like she was going to spear her but instead would try to give as strong a lariat as she could to those tits she kept swaying around.

"At full strength? You?" Ionel snorted and looked away with an expression that was meant to be mocking. Silly as it sounded, she was attempting to mimic a certain Leonardo DiCaprio meme...

Clearly, Rebecca did not have a very good sense of humour but she did have some impressively developed arm muscles. Ionel turned just in time to feel them smack against her chest and let out a pained, angry cry.

She did not fall. She did stagger and stomp as she did, barely managing to hold onto the ropes as she gave Rebecca a grin.

"Heh, alright, I've seen your strength... let me repay the favour."

Ionel charged forward like a bull, leading with her shoulder to slam into Rebecca's lower ribs and try to knock her off of her feet. In a blur of whipping blonde hair and stampeding aggression she charged and on impact the audience would be able to feel the brutal force of the attack.

If shoulder met body and Rebecca was knocked off her feet, Ionel would try to follow up by leaping and stretching out her limbs, aiming to use her full weight to pancake Rebecca in an early short range splash. She'd stay upon her if successful, aiming to smugly press down and let the redhead feel the raw power she was going to be crushed nice and flat against for the rest of the match.

Her tempered had been raised by the implications of the larger woman. Yeah she was bigger and stronger but that had never stopped her before, and it would not stop her now. She had not gotten as far as she had by taking on every challenge and not using her head, so when ionel charged at her, she would get out of the way, letting her tall form flow to the side almost gracefully. Once the Texan woman ran past Rebecca would get behind her and grab her, she wanted to show this woman just what she had. So she would exert all her strength to lift Ionel into a German suplex.

"Nuh-uh! I don't get tossed around that easily!" Ionel grunted as she felt her feet leaving the floor and the smaller woman struggling to heft up her massive weight. Her feet would shoot down as she tightly gripped her wrists, aiming to toss herself back down to terra firma in an attempt to contest strength with sheer brute force. Adding to that, the massive woman would attempt to throw her body backwards, hoping to topple Rebecca and land on her back first! It was an inelegant strategy for a bone-headed woman but few could deny that when you had that sheer size and bulk that it was far from illegitimate.

In retrospect, trying to lift her might have indeed been a mistake, but you try making well reasoned choices when you are angry. After a bit of a tussle Rebecca would find herself flattened under the larger woman. It was not enough to keep her down for long though. Ever resourceful, the Redheaded French woman used her position under her to try and lock in a sleeper hold/ body scissors combo, before Uonel had a chance to get up off of her. Submission was a specialty of hers and in this match where her strength was not as useful, she needed to make use of this particular strength.

Ionel felt she could escape. That woman collapsed like dough underneath her. Yet perhaps she had been too arrogant. Just as she found herself about to roll away, the busty and built American became one suddenly gasping for air. Powerful thighs and arms wrapped around her neck and sides respectively and she found herself pulling at both aggressively. In her frenetic attempt to escape she ended up on her front, struggling to get her chin under her opponent's arms and to alleviate the crushing pressure.

Rebecca was strong but Ionel got angry when she got trapped. Angry enough that soon, her feet were flat against the mat and with one hand she was pushing herself up, attempting to get to a standing position. Muscling through the pain like the brute she was, Ionel would attempt to fall backwards again and flatten Rebecca once more!

Rebecca had successfully trapped the large American. Cutting off air to both her lungs and neck. So why did it feel like she was the one not in control right now? Well that was probably because though she had locked it in, the angry Ionel seemed able to power through, despite a lack of air, and make it too her feet. She saw what was about to happen but could do little as once again she found herself a "croque madame", a flattened sandwich on the floor if the mat, her top knocked askew as she tried to recover after become a crepe twice. This time she was not fast at getting up, lying on the ground trying to peel herself off the mat.

Ionel didn't like landing on her back but she did like being able to breathe again. Air rushed into her well-tested lungs as she felt the pleasant sensation of impressive breasts mashed up against her back; she wasn't sure how Rebecca's top fell off but a smile was upon her features. The redhead's body felt rather slack underneath her own... and soon, she felt quite excited.

Rather than getting off, now Ionel turned around with a shark like grin, slipping her top up so her own bare breasts would be exposed. Bare breasts that pressed down and mashed onto Rebecca's. Before she could cry out in pain, hard muscles kissed then crushed into her abs, attempting to mold them against the contour of their dome-like strength. Powerful arms gripped her shoulders while thighs squeezed her legs together. The full length and most of the weight of the massive American pressed onto her in a full body pin, content to let her sheer weight and sensual intimacy squash and pleasure Rebecca in equal pleasure!