Clash of the Titanesses (for Tatyina)

Katsumi gritted her teeth as Akashi began to rain strikes down at her head and shoulders, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep hold of her opponent before dropping as well. Still, she wasn't about to let her opponent off so easily. With a challenging yell, Katsumi braced herself and tightened her arms like a vice-grip, burying her face in Akashi's chest to protect herself partially from her opponent's potent counterattacks. She would hold on, squeezing Akashi off the ground for several tense seconds, then let go of the girl. Then immediately, Katsumi would bring both her arms around and shove both of Akashi's breasts in an effort to get some distance between them before allowing herself to recover a bit.

Akashi gritted her teeth and grunted as she was squeezed. Her eyes closed tightly and when she finally felt herself being let go, she sighed in relief. Shewas shocked, however as her breasts were shoved and she stumbled backwards, catching herself on the ropes. She was hunched over and panting deeply, worn out from the struggle as sweat poured down her body. "Not... Bad..." She managed as she let a soft grin form on her lips. In real time, they had engaged in barely ten minutes of actual fighting but compared to a boxer or some other kind of traditional fight, it was already rounds and rounds worth of punishment.

Giving herself a moment to recover, she finally stood up and lloked at Katsumi with determination. "Sumo to sumo now. Nothing but traditional rules, no holding back. We toss each other til someone doesn't get up and that's how we'll finish it." She then bowed her head lightly. And lifted her leg and raored as she slammed it down. She then took a few steps forward and crouched in the starting position, trying to hide the soft pants coming from her and looking at Katsumi with steely determination.

Katsumi breathed deeply and heavily, trying to recover as much strength as she could. Her hands were on her knees as she bent forwards, and sweat poured down her body in rivulets, clear evidence of the intensity of their struggle. She grinned tiredly back at Akashi in response, then set her lips in a firm line and stared down her opponent. She was truly glad she had found this girl; Akashi had proved to be everything she had hoped for and beyond.

She glared at Akashi with a gaze of challenge, pride, and spirit, and in her heart Katsumi knew this was exactly what she wanted. Akashi could throw her or slam her down all she liked, and Katsumi would get right back up again. But for her, she resolved to attempt no takedowns, despite what her opponent would use. The moment the two sumo closed together, Katsumi would press in and do her utmost to crush Akashi in point-blank combat. She wasn't aiming for Akashi to not get up after a last throw. She was aiming for Akashi to fall limp in her arms and slump to the canvas unconscious. Whether or not the young Tanikaze chose to play this game, she would certainly feel the effects of Katsumi's full-frontal might, and soon.

She thundered her own foot down and the ring shook from the two mighty stomps. "Spare me nothing, Akashi-chan. Not your might, not your endurance, not your FINISHER. I will take everything you throw at me and repay it with interest. You're a wonderful, beautiful woman, Akashi-chan, but here you are my opponent. And because you are my opponent, I will take you down, even if have to go down with you." She was aware that Akashi was worn-out, but then again, she herself could not claim to be unfatigued after the last two stages of their battle. She crouched down into tachi-ai and stared down her foe. Now nothing existed for her except the ring, Akashi, and herself.

"Come, Akashi. Come and crush me." With a spirited yell, Katsumi burst from her crouch and charged the other sumo, her arms spread wide.

Akashi saw the look in Katsumi's eyes. She could tell there weren't going to be anymore rounds. This next clash would settle things, at least on this night. Right now she would live up to her namesake. Never named Yokozuna in his lifetime and existing as much as a legend as a man, Akashi wore her name with pride. As Katsumi roared forward, Akashi did too. Her kiai shout rumbled and her muscles tensed. She wuld throw out her first hand, looking to get on the inside of Katsumi's hand, holding her left hand back for Katsumi's own attack. Her goal was to push forward and get in close ti try and squeeze Katsumi

Katsumi's body slammed full-on into Akashi's, their muscled shoulders pushing together, their stomachs pressing in tightly, and their impressive chests plowing together, jiggling and compressing in a vibrant spray of sweat. Most of the audience, their exercise forgotten, were cheering enthusiastically; they had never seen Akashi pushed so far straight-up in her strongest areas and were fast gaining a new appreciation for the intensity of sumo. A good number of them (including some of the gym staff) were flat-out drooling or nosebleeding at the sight of two luscious women crushing and grinding together in a sweaty embrace, but Katsumi was too lost in her own world to pay them any mind at all.

She had the exact same goal as Akashi: thrust forward and press in tight. Katsumi thrust her hands forward, aiming to ram her palms into Akashi's sides then wrap around her opponent's firm, full body, ignoring the mawashi for now. She managed to get an inside grip with her right arm and planted that hand on the small of Akashi's back, but her foe had too much of a position on her left side, so she had to settle for an outside grip, wrapping around Akashi's arm with her left and placing that hand between her shoulder blades.

Katsumi increased the pressure of her embrace, trying to feel out Akashi's body through her skin, but found no give in the other sumo's physique. It was like the young Tanikaze's body was a mighty wall of powerful, unretreating flesh. Just how Katsumi wanted it. Groaning with the effort and heat of their struggle, she used the placement of her hands to pull Akashi further into her while thrusting herself forward, feeling their breasts crush and swell, feeling the slickness of their abs as sweat trickled through their cleavage to lubricate their grinding stomachs with a beautiful sheen.

The two sumos' powerful bodies were like a pair of battling glaciers, and Katsumi was bound and determined to see this match through to the end, even if they battled until dawn and all that was left of the two glaciers was a pile of soft snowy powder. The two titanesses were dueling, and neither would back down until the other had fallen.

Like Katsumi, Akashi began to snake her arms around Katsumi's tough meaty waist and squeeze like a vice. Her sweat soaked breasts smashing against Katsumi's own impressive rack, their stomachs and hips even engaging. Akashi grunted and squeezed with all their might, grimacing from Katsumi's own crushing grip and the strain she was putting on her muscles.

To onlookers, the struggle might look like a steamy, sweaty embrace but between the two it was a fierce war of attrition. Pressing her forehead Against Katsumi's, she couldn't help but pant hot breaths against Katsumi's face and neck. As she squeezed and ground herself against Katsumi, she refused to be defeated.

"Kat... Sumi..." She managed in a panting grunt. She bit her lip as she pressed forward, unable or unwilling to add anything more or finish what she might have started.

"Nnghh...Aka..shi..." Katsumi groaned out as she kept crushing forward. The other sumo was grinding back with impressive force, refusing to give up, but here Katsumi was in her element. She relished the crush of flesh on flesh, the mingling breath as they pressed their foreheads together, the sweat that pooled in the crush of their cleavage, dripping down through the dueling breasts and beyond. She was beginning to feel the ache, the pressure like a full-body massage, as Akashi squeezed her hard, but she wasn't close to done yet.

Moaning with both the effort and the powerful girl grinding her down, Katsumi moved her right hand from Akashi's lower back to latch onto the back of her mawashi. Both grinding and pushing forward with her legs, Katsumi further increased the pressure of their embrace to distract her opponent, while she lifted upwards with her right arm and legs, trying to lift Akashi's weight, even just a little. That small amount would give her the advantage to slowly, painstakingly push her foe all the way into a corner, where she could press the advantage. She grunted as she thrust her stomach and pelvis forward further into their grind, but took a deep panting breath to fill her lungs and keep Akashi's fleshy mammaries from pushing back her own.

Akashi tingled with pleasure as Katsumi grunted back her name. She increased her squeeze, feeling up Katsumi's sweaty back. Her head slipped past Katsumi's forehead and she rested it against Katsumi's shoulder, further pressing their breasts together. As she felt Katsumi reposition her hands, she suddenly began to grin. Katsumi was everything she wanted in an opponent and she certainly was at least Akashi's equal in the sumo dohyou. It couldn't have been more perfect, the situation between them. But as they seemed to continue with the stalemate, Akashi's loins roiled. She glanced around quickly and as she felt Katsumi's hands slide to her mawashi, Akashi's hands soon followed.

However, they didn't stop at Katsumi's blue mawashi. They both grabbed firmly onto Katsimi's plump ass and cluthced onto it hard. Akashi then turned her head and let soft hot breaths blow into Katsumi's ear. "Katsumi.... I want you." She moaned in a sultry tone, not minding being pushed back slightly. She was fairly certain that Katsumi wouldn't be ready for this kind of attack and just to put a point on it, her lolling tongue flicked out and teased Katsumi's earlobe.

Katsumi had been so intent on pushing her opponent back and crushing her down in her embrace that Akashi's friendly molestation was the furthest from her mind. She yelped as the other girl's hands slid over her mawashi to grip her full, juicy glutes and moaned as warm, sensuous puffs of air and playful licks "attended" to her ear. She was plenty capable of physically battling and sexfighting separately, but this sudden turn had combined the two, and Katsumi found her knees shaking a bit as she slowly began to lose control of the clash.

Still, a thought managed to penetrate the increasing fog in her mind: whether she goes back to crushing or continues with...with this, the moment I soften, I'll be at her mercy.

Deciding to turn this into a ploy of sorts, Katsumi began to fall limp in Akashi's arms, her muscle and firm flesh seemingly reverting to girlish softness and sensuous fullness, playing along with her opponent's sexual play. Then with a sudden cry, she would toughen her body anew and thrust hard into Akashi, trying to haul her into the corner and gain the upper hand in their body-grinding. Her breasts slammed forward with a sweaty, fleshy smack and even her plump ass flexed with an impressive amount of muscle to get the point across to her opponent's groping hands.

She turned her head and pressed her lips chastely to Akashi's ear, whispering a little more forcefully and a little less seductively. "I want you too, Akashi-chan, but this is a BODY duel," Katsumi squeezed harder with her arm to punctuate the point, "Not a sex duel. I didn't come all this way to be defeated by lesbian sumo tactics, of all things. I WILL have your lust, but only after your body is ground into submission." She licked the inside of Akashi's ear once, a promise, a nonverbal statement that even though she protested her opponent's advances, the lusty idea still appealed to her. "Then, Akashi-chan, I will be able to do to you whatever I want," she finished with a growl before renewing her frontal crush.

Katsumi was indeed focused on th task at hand. The task before them and what it meant. Though Akashi was actually concentrating as well, she was sizing up Katsumi for something up much different. From what the two have already done to each other she could already tell that in the dohyo, Akashi might not know the outcome of a match. Through the years, she had been entirely devoted to sumo but because of her gender, even entering the dohyou seemed an impossible task. So she had to find equivelants or replacements for sumo. Entering the female rings which seemed to be nothing more than frollicking lesbians who rpetended to sumo. Joining the AFW, in which had even less sumo. Akashi bringing it with her and injecting it into the squared circle. But as Katsumi began speaking, Akashi's eyes widened. Without even realizing it, Katsumi had just taught Akashi something very important.

Akashi's hands came up and reached up to grab Katsumi's mawashi once more. She grunted and strained herself and pushed her breasts forward. "Arigatou.... Katsumi..." She grunted. "You've just taught me something very important." She steeled herself and her body right when she was only about a foot away from the ringpost. She swore she wouldn't be moved back anymore. Her hands slid up again off of Katsumi's mawashi and wrapped around Katsumi's waist. She grunted hard and tried to pull Katsumi up. She didn't care if she fell down with Katsumi ontop of her. She was going to try and lift her up and slam her down.