Marisa Kirisame vs. Komachi Onozuka

by **Kelsea** Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:24 pm

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[size=150:xgmocce7]Marisa Kirisame
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The theme song [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0_LhyPP1Lk:xgmocce7]Riverside View[/url:xgmocce7] started playing on the speakers and out came Komachi Onozuka, otherwise known as the Shinigami slacker. The girl yawned to herself as she idly walked down the ramp, not really paying attention to the environment around her. She was wearing her blue kimono that is completely open with no obi sash whatsoever, revealing her toned front and a good portion of her large breasts. Accompanying it was her black panties, a silver bracelet around her right thigh and left wrist, and a black choker around her neck. Her huge bust bouncing with every step, she slipped under the bottom ropes, before standing up and walking towards her corner. Her pinkish red hair tied in pigtails, she let out a more quieter yawn as she turned around to face the entrance and awaited her opponent. She may not look like it, but she is anxious to wrestle just to pass by the time with entertainment.

A short while afterwards [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ssmxWJftyo:xgmocce7]"Love-coloured Master Spark"[/url:xgmocce7] started to blare out throughout the arena and out strode the highly more upbeat blonde witch in a flash of colourful sparklers built into rampway. Marisa Kirisame stood there for a moment with the sparkles showering down over her, holding the front of her witches hat between her index finger and thumb so that it was tipped down slightly... A big smug grin on her face as she took in the crowds appreciation of the far more flashy entrance. "Heh.. thats 1-0 to me already." She muttered under her breath refering to drawing a better response from the crowd then Komachi, as she slung her broom over her shoulder "But you ain't seen nothing yet." She headed down confidently to the ring, walking around the outside and climbing up the steps at the corner of the ring, stepping in through the ropes... She was dressed in her typical witches apron and slacks outfit.

When Marisa's entrance started, it gave Komachi a bit of a jolt to get her fully awake. Her narrowed red eyes widening for a moment, she let out a loud yawn as she stretched her arms, exposing her soft nipples for a moment, before just standing there, wiping away at her eyelids. "Huh?... Oh yeah, I'm in a match..." She then looked down at her exposed, toned front, and sighed to herself silently as she looked back at Marisa entering the ring through the ropes. "Oops... Guess my mind was pretty lazy at the time I was changing... Oh well..." She shook her head side-to-side, her pinkish red hair flowing with the shakes, before she looked carefully at the witch with a more alert expression. A smirk formed on her lips. "Well welll... That's a pretty nice bust you have there..." The Shinigami teased about her opponent's breast size, putting her hands on her hips. "But you do look like an awesome person to play with. I would totally die to be that person!"

"Heh... not even started the match yet and already you're admiring me?" she scoffed, not really detecting Komachi's subtle mocking of her breast size... or just choosing to ignore it. She pulled her hat off her head and then threw it into the air, it twirled and boomranged back a bit before she caught it on the tip of her broom "Well I can't say that I'm not use to it, I can't help being magically awesome." She placed one hand on her hips, looking over Komachi "Oh its you..." She said as if only just now recognizing the person she had to wrestle "Shouldn't you be practicing your rowing techniques?"

"Who said I am admiring you little one?" Komachi continued with her 'big sister' demandor. She looked at the hat that was thrown in the air, before it returned to the tip of the witch's broom. "Oohhh!! Awesome!" The Shinigami said with amazement in her voice, her eyes slightly widening and brightening. She returned her view onto her opponent's eyes, her smirk never fading. "I can practice it during the match, no biggie... But, who are you again? Haha..." The girl said in a clumsy manner, rubbing the back of her head with her left hand as she continued laughing whole-heartedly. "Sorry but, I don't usually remember a lot of people since I'm just so set on getting off from work and sleeping."

Marisa curled her lips in a frown as Komachi either pretended or actually didn't remember her, she dropped her broom and hat to the mat, smartly rolling it under the ropes with the back of her heel "Don't remember me huh? Well you probably won't remember me this time either..." She said then then gripped the sides of her slacks at either side, giving them a firm yank to that ripped them similar to a strippers stunt. The velcro at the sides allowed them to be pulled away easily, of course there was a ripping sound however and Marisa conceeded that she had probably tugged a bit to hard... Never the less she acted like the ripping sound was all part of the show! Underneath it was now revealed that her top was actually part of a one piece, leaving her legs bare and the apron still cutely hanging in front of her crotch... "Cause I'm gonna knock you out in a flash ze!!!" With that Marisa charged right at Komachi, trying to leap up into the air and swing out both her feet in a dropkick aimmed right at Komachi's sizeable targets... The breasts!!

Komachi's laughter was cut short when Marisa performed her little flashy stunt. The girl merely looked on, confused, as what the witch really intended to do with this 'magic trick'. She looked at her opponent's legs for a moment, before back up to her face, the moment the latter charged at her. "Huh!?" She gasped out loud before the dropkick connected with her round orbs. "Aaahhh!!!" The Shinigami cried out as she was forced stumbling back, her large breasts bouncing out of control, until she leaned against the ropes. "Sneak attack huh!?" The girl muttered as the bell rang to start the match. "Take this then!" She announced as she charged towards the witch while the latter gets up from her dropkick, aiming to forcefully shove the smaller opponent onto the mat with her bulldozing shoulder block!

Marisa smirked as she scored her dropkick perfectly on target, however she hadn't seen that Komachi hadn't been taken off her feet and instead only backed up to the ropes... With her back to the Shinigami, as she climbed to her feet she heard the much bigger woman yelling out as she charged her way towards Marisa.. "N-no way..!" Marisa said, trying to turn around quickly but ending up turning right into Komachi's shoulder and a good deal of her left breast in the body block. "Ugh!!" Marisa huffed out as Komachi bulldozed her way through her, knocking the witch back down onto the mat with a thump.. landing on her side.

Komachi stumbled to a stop after the tackle, her round orbs shaking to a stop as well. She then started to rub both her girls with her left hand, her face cringing from the stinging impact. "Phew... She sure pack a kick..." The Shinigami would turn around and bend down, grabbing Marisa's blonde hair and yank her up to her feet slowly. "Alright, no more playing around. I'm gonna beat you so bad that you'll have to suicide and talk to me about your defeat during your ferry ride. Deal?"

Marisa kinda rolled onto her front letting out a faint huff as she got her first taste of what the girl was about.. Power and brute force. Just as she lifted her head to look up, Komachi snatch ahold of her beautiful golden locks "aahhh!!" Marisa yelped as she was dragged up to her feet, her hands grabbing at Komachi's waist and butt for something to hold onto as she grimanced from the harsh hair pull. However, the time Komachi took to talk to Marisa gave the witch a little time to think, gritting her teeth she dug deep "No dice!" Marisa yell as she twisted her hips and swung her whole body at Komachi, trying to ram the side of her thigh right into her belly

Komachi let out a soft moan as Marisa touched her toned yet smooth waist and firm butt. Continuing to pull her up, she did not expect the small girl to counter attack so soon. "OOF!!" She grunted out as the witch's thigh smashed into her exposed tummy, her eyes widening and mouth opening. She immediately let go of her opponent's hair and stumbled back a couple of steps, her two hands now rubbing her belly with a cringed look on her face.

Marisa stumbled back a couple of steps as her hair was released, still feeling the effects of that firm shoulder block.. But she knew that she had to act quickly in order to stay on top of Komachi. Moving back into towards the pink haired woman, Marisa would reach and hook an arm around the back of Komachi's head. Trying to catch her up in a front headlock right up against the side of her warm body

Komachi still growled through her gritting teeth in the pain she is in right now. Remaining doubled over, she can catch a glaring glimpse of Marisa approaching her. The Shinigami yelped out as one of the witch's arm hooked around the back of her head, before it was pulled right up beside the smaller girl's body. She suspected a DDT, and things won't look good if that occured. Quickly, she planted both of her hands on her opponent's taut tummy, before with a grunt, attempt to push her back towards the ropes, expecting Marisa to rebound back. If she does, Komachi would quickly raise her right foot and plant it into the girl's face with a big boot!

Unfortunately for Marisa she got read like a book.. maybe even a picture book for kids.. She threw her free arm up into the air, yelling out "No one can beat the power of love!!!" She squated down ready to jump up so as to give her DDT as much *umph* as possible, when Komachi gave her a stern shove. Marisa was halfway through jumping as so she was thrown back quite a way towards the ropes, stumbling the rest of the way and only staying on her feet with the aid of the ropes which catapaulted her back towards Komachi... And then *THUD!* Marisa didn't even know what hit her as she stumbled forwards right into the big boot planted straight into the side of her face. Marisa's legs flung out forwards right off the mat and her whole body getting dumped down onto the mat hard

After the big boot connected, Komachi let out a sigh of relief. It was a close call; should that DDT connect, and based on how Marisa was gonna add that extra momentum to it, she was gonna see stars for sure. "Nice try..." She muttered as she would approach the fallen witch and grab her golden locks, before yanking it hard to first force her sitting, then again to force her standing. Once the latter is standing, the Shinigami would tuck each of her opponent's arm underneath each of her armpits, trapping her on the spot. "Get ready for a deathly beating!" Komachi said with glee, before she would rear her head back and then shove it forward, slamming her forehead into the smaller girl's forehead with a vicious headbutt while keeping a firm trapping hold on Marisa's arms so that the latter won't stumble away from her position. She would rear her head back and perform another vicious headbutt, and then a third time for the charm.

Marisa was pretty dazed and confused from that big boot and was easily pulled back up to her feet.. yet again with the rough grip in her hair. She kinda leaned against Komachi part way, her small bust dragging up Komachi's abs as she momentarily got a face full of Komachi's huge breasts, her cheek grinding up and over Komachi's rack until the Shinigami's orbs pressed heavily down on her own.. ".. huh.. w-wha..?" Marisa murmured, feeling her arms trapped and the kinda pleasing feeling of the warm cushions pressing into her.. Then came the less pleasant feeling as Komachi slammed forwards with the headbutt "UGH!!" Marisa huffs out, her head snapped back only for another headbutt and then another.. Really rocking back on her heels, but Komachi's lock on her arms kept her standing and up against her

Komachi did feel some effect from her own hard headbutts, but at least she didn't suffer as much as what Marisa did. After the triheadbutts, she would walk forward towards a corner, her large breasts mashing up against the witch's smaller ones. She would press her opponent against the turnbuckle, before taking a step back, her two hands now grabbing the middle ropes. With a grunt, she would shove forward and drop to one knee, ramming her shoulder into the girl's exposed mid-section. She would repeat this another four times, adding the number of shoulder thrusts to five as she wanted to weaken and punish Marisa a lot.

Marisa's head kinda slumped forwards after the third headbutt, her chin kinda goting to Komachi's as she was muscled back into one corner. It seemed like she had been seriously slowed down by Komachi's hard hitting attacks, a soft warm pant blew out from her lips against Komachi's cheek as she was squashed between the turnbuckle pads and Komachi's volumptous body. She felt her step back and move down, trying to get out of the corner only for Komachi to slam her shoulder into her stomach and shove her right back against the turnbuckles "OMPH!!!" She coughed out, Komachi slamming her shoulder into her belly repeatedly.. Things really starting to get bad and out of hand for the witch..

After the 5th shoulder thrust, Komachi backed up and took a brief look of Marisa. "Poor witch... I think it's time I'll introduce you to Avici." Making sure her opponent is still against the turnbuckle, the Shinigami would then slowly back up, licking her lips while her eyes were deathly staring into her opponent's belly. She would back up until she was all the way at the opposite corner, her back leaning against the turnbuckle. She would crouch down, her hands on the middle ropes, as she prepared herself for her finisher. "Welcome... to the 'Narrow Confines of Avici!'" She declared as she charged forward with a resounding cry, her large bust bouncing with each heavy step made. She wanted to end this poor girl's misery once and for all! When near, she would lunge forward with a great leap, aiming to spear her own head into Marisa's exposed mid-section; her finisher, the Narrow Confines of Avici!

Marisa was definitely panting now, a few puff blowing into the side of Komachi's face as she lifted up just before backing away. Komachi had just been all over her and really woman handling Marisa in the last few minute. She groaned, both arms hooked over the top ropes as Komachi backed up and lined her up, she had to do something otherwise Komachi was really gonna put her away and row her across the waters! Clutching the ropes firmly with her right hand, steadying herself as Komachi charged right towards her.. Then at the last minute she yanked hard, pulling herself out of the corner and to one side to leave the Shinigami nothing but the firm turnbuckle pads!

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t the turnbuckle pads. It was the thing behind it, the steel pole! *THUD!!!!!* The crowd gasped and groaned in response as the poor girl, with all of that built-up charging momentum, hit the top of her head against the steel pole between the top and middle turnbuckle. Her sexy body immediately fell limp at the point of impact; her arms were lifelessly slumped over the middle ropes, and her legs were bent forward, her knees a few inches off the canvas. Her impressive round assets were mashing up against the middle turnbuckle as everyone thought she knocked herself out. if people could hear really closely, they could hear the faint whimpers and groans coming from the Shinigami.

Marisa leaned back against the ropes, one eye squinted closed as she panted repeatedly and looked over at Komachi.. She had gone into it with so much force that Marisa knew she would have really been taken out with that hit. Luckily she had gotten out of the way in time and now it was Komachi that was suffering instead. Sluggishly, the witch pulled herself off the ropes and moved up behind Komachi, her crotch slotted right up against Komachi's smooth curvation butt as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around the Shinigami's waist. Marisa's smaller bust pressed into Komachi's back as she slowly tried to pull the pink haired girl out from the corner, her mound rubbing right up against Komachi's ass as they moved together

Poor Komachi still remained slumped over the middle ropes and turnbuckle, her head suffering a severe, painful headache. Luckily, her head wasn't bleeding or else the situation could have gotten from worse to even more worse. She can fainly feel Marisa behind her pressing her mound against her ass and her relaxed, toned waist being wrapped around with those small arms. Then she could feel the witch's small bust pressing up against her strong back. With her body still completely limp, the Shinigami would be pulled away from the corner like a ragdoll, her body doubled over and slumping forward, her arms dangling in mid-air lifelessly, and her legs slightly wobbling. With her opponent's cute crotch rubbing up against her firm ass, faint moans could be heard escaping her lips, mixed in with her already faint groans and whimpers, her breathing becoming more faster than normal.

Marisa couldn't help but start to pant a little heavier too.. She pressed her cheek right against the back of Komachi's shoulder blade, her warm pants blowing across the back of her neck and into her pink hair. Marisa's breasts ground up Komachi's back firmly as she scooted into a better position, looking almost like she was trying to mount Komachi's ass. Marisa stayed there for a moment, then suddenly Komachi would feel her arms tense and her feet plant.. "Hah... hah.... .... Y'aaaaaahhhhh!!!!" Marisa cried out as she threw herself back, hoisting Komachi's larger body up as best she could in her tired state and trying to bridge backwards into a German Suplex. Pretty much every part of Marisa's body rubbing over Komachi's body in the manuever

Komachi could feel Marisa's warm breath entering her pink hair by the neck area, making her send a shiver up her spine in response. The constant little movements and re-positioning only made her moans, groans and whimpers a bit louder, but that's also partly because her senses are getting back into this, although they are still completely disoriented. Suddenly, without any warming, the Shinigami would be thrown back with a great effort. "Ugh..." She softly grunted out as she was German suplex'd, her shoulders and upper back hitting the mat. There was enough momentum that her legs flung over to the upper half of her body, folding up in half with her knees almost touching her now naked breasts, her short kimono now completely over the witch's bridging front instead of sticking with her back. Should her opponent let go of her bridge, Komachi would just flop down onto her side into an almost curled-up-into-a-ball position.

Marisa had planned to try and keep the bridge and force a pin count but she foudn that her eyes were a little too big for her stomach... Or rather her eyes a little too big for her muscles.. Still a little dazed and out of breath, both of them ended up slumping over onto one side before the ref could get down onto mat to start a count. Marisa kept her arms around Komachi's waist however, laying there panting for a moment before muttering "...N-not done yet-ze.." Marisa started to wriggle against Komachi as she moved to get her knee underneath her on the mat, dragging Komachi up into a sitting position before starting to try and make her way to her feet, pulling the pink haired girl up with her from behind

Komachi was in a horrible situation now, still unable to recover, mostly from her own accdiental bash into the steel post. She could still feel Marisa's arms wrapped around her waist, panting softly to herself and her eyes still softly closed. Her kimono slipped off of her body, now moved so that it was hanging by both her forearms. She now felt the witch wriggling against her toned body, being forced to a sitting position as her opponent got to a kneeling position. Her head slumped forward with a groan, her legs in front of her slightly bent by the knees. She was then pulled up to a standing position, her legs slightly shaking as her arms remained limp, dangling in mid-air. Her blue kimono slipped off of her arms, leaving her completely naked except for her black panties, bracelets and choker. Her nipples were turning stiff, but still not as stiffed up to the maximum.

Marisa kinda slumped back down half way through picking Komachi up, back down onto one knee, Komachi's komino slipping off in their struggle to their feet so that the only thing seperating Marisa's breasts from Komachi's back was her thin black one piece, stiffening of Marisa's nipples also slightly evident as they poked through into her opponent's back. "Ugh!" Marisa grunted as she hoisted back up, pulling her back to her feet. It felt like Marisa's crotch was forming to Komachi's butt cheeks as they moved back to their feet in teh same position... But just as it felt like Marisa was gonna go for another German Suplex, she shuffled around slightly to Komachi's side. Sling one arm over the back of the shinigami's shoulders and hooking her leg around the inside of the other girls... Marisa would lean forwards, forcing Komachi to lean forwards also and then try kick her leg out, dragging Komachi back as hard as she could so that they would both fall back into a Russian leg sweep

Komachi also slumped down to one knee when Marisa slumped down due to her lack of support standing up due to her opponent slumping, her breasts shaking upon landing. She let out a faint moan as she can feel the witch's nipples getting erect, which in turn made her nipples even more erfect. She let out a groan as she was hoisted back to her feet once more the same time the other girl hoisted herself up. Then another groan as Marisa slung an arm over her shoulders and hooked her leg around the insides of her own. "Ugn..." She mumbled out quietly, forcefully leaning forward without much effort, before she was thrown back in the Russian leg sweep. Her back impacted the mat harshly, her large orbs bouncing around once more as her legs flew up into the air for a moment, before flopping back down onto the canvas. She remained still and softened up, her bust heaving up and down.

Marisa lay on the mat with her arms sprawl out slightly, her right arm bent and up by her head. She panted up into the air, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.. That last move had succeeded in shuffling her right nipple up in her strapless one piece so that it was peaking out of the top of of the black suit. The ref checked both girls over ready to start a ten count if need be, but Marisa started to move... Reaching her arm up and over like a lazy tired person trying to get out of bed, she managed to slump the whole of the top half of her body right across Komachi's big bust. A very sloppy cover, although a rather heated one as her naked nipple poked right into the inside curve of Komachi's right orb!

Komachi remained on the mat panting, although not in a heavy manner. She wasn't tired, she was just extremely hurt. She felt Marisa covering her upper body over her large, heaving bust, feeling the witch's nipple poking on the insides of her right curve, which made her slightly blush on the cheeks, while her own pointy nipples poked the girl's front through her black onepiece. "One!" The Shinigami grimaced as she heard the count, but she felt so helpless and painfully weakened. "Two!" Groaning at the thought, gathering her strength in an attempt to endure her pain that is surging throughout her body, she raised her left arm and shoulder up, kicking out of her opponent's sloppy cover on the verge of the three count. Komachi flopped onto her right side, facing away from Marisa as the kickout should have shoved the little wrestler away.

Marisa body poped up a bit as Komachi kicked out, her nipples scrapping firmly right across the Komachi's breast as she kicked out. Marisa stayed on all fours over Komachi for a bit, realizing that the match must go on.. She climbed to her feet and reached over for Komachi's pink hair, holding a pig tail in each hand as she tried to force her up to her feet right in front of her.. Marisa cheeks a little flushed to have Komachi almost naked but also at the same time devilishly delighted, she looked down at Komachi's black panties "...Wanna hand over your precious item now..?" Marisa murmured as she lifted her up, refering to Komachi's panties "..Or you gonna make me take it from you?"

Komachi had to get back into this match, or else it would be Marisa's turn to woman handle her now. She let out a soft gasp as each of her pink pigtails was grabbed, being slowly forced onto her feet. "W-w-wha?..." The Shinigami said with a quiet weak voice and in confusion as to what the witch is referring to as her 'precious item', her eyes slowly opening to a soft, narrowed state. Regardless of what her opponent meant, she needed to fight back now. Weakly clenching her right fist, she let out a soft yell as she launched a right uppercut aimed for Marisa's chin. Although it still packs a punch, it wasn't at full power and it was a pretty rushed and desperate attempt, making it inaccurate and wild. Even so, she still tried, and would drop to her right knee afterwords, slowly succumbing to her weakened state, her large breasts bouncing due to the impact of the landing. But the girl would try to stand back up, her legs slightly wobbling.

The uppercut struck Marisa towards the side of her jawline, snaping her head up "Ugh!!" she grunted out, hands letting go of Komachi's pig tails and allowing her to slump down to one knee. Marisa clasped ahold of her chin but didn't go down to the mat as it wasn't as powerful as Komachi could hit luckily, the witch placed a hand on the back of Komachi's head, trying to keep the other woman under control. If Komachi doesn't follow up right away, Marisa would start trying to force Komachi back against the ropes..

Komachi felt the uppercut connecting, but as she looked back up while starting to stand, she saw Marisa still standing. Things are getting desperate for the Shinigami now. Her head would be grabbed without much resistance, and the girl would be staggering back, being forced back against the ropes. Her large orbs and its nipples would be mashing up and poking into the witch's small orbs. Gritting her teeth, she attempted to suddenly slap her opponent across the cheeks. Again, the strike did not had her full power, but at least it was more accurate than her uppercut. She had hoped the slap would disorient the witch and force her away for a small moment, wanting a time to recover.

Marisa could feel Komachi's naked big rack pressing right against her as she manevuered the pink haired girl back towards the ropes. She wasn't prepared in the slightest for the slap though that clapped smartly across Marisa's cheek leaving it nice and reddened. A little spittle left Marisa lips as her head swung to one side, pretty turn completely around from the slap and making her stumble away from Komachi, giving her some valuable breathing space and time

Komachi leaned back against the ropes, her arms slung over the top ropes, and her large breasts heaving out, giving the crowd a pleasant view. Her body was starting to get sweaty. Now that she regained her private spot, she started to breath slowly, regaining her composure within this match, while keeping a close eye on Marisa. Should the latter turn around, the Shinigami would charge with a cry and lunge towards her, aiming to smash her right shoulder into the witch's mid-section with a spear!

Marisa felt her cheek and then turned, looking to run back towards Komachi and thump her elbow into her face in retaliation for the slap, but instead she moved forwards straight into Komachi as she burst out off of the ropes with forced energy. Komachi's moistening body crashing sternly into Marisa's stomach for the spear "OMFFF!!!" Marisa coughed out, her legs taken clean off the mat and arms trailing out over Komachi's back as she was driven down onto the with Komachi on top.. The impact of Komachi's colliding roughly into her and then Marisa going down onto her back enough to bob her breast up the required amount to liberate the whole of the right breast from the confines of the one piece. Her left breast now showing a flash of nipple as that too threatened to come free.

Komachi landed on her knees after that spear, before slumping forward onto all fours over Marisa, looking down at her formidable opponent. She started to pant once again, her curvy asset dangling down in mid-air freely and right in front of the other girl. She started to regain some breath, before she would slowly stand up, grabbing the witch's blond mane and pull her up to her feet with her. Once both are standing, she would slip her arms around Marisa's waist, her bust colliding with the witch's once more, albeit in a more exposed confrontation. Her stiff nipples would poke at the girl's upper breasts while the other girl's stiff nipples would poke at her own underboobs. With a grunt, she would start squeezing in a bearhug, aiming to weaken her foe even more while taking that same time to recover.

Marisa head popped up as she groaned out, body a bit loose as Komachi took her up by the hair.. Komachi had rough housed her around so much, dragging all about the ring with the hair that by now Marisa's single braid had started to become unknotted and the rest of her hair was a complete mess. Marisa felt Komachi's arms slip around her waist, her heavy rack pressing down weightedly on Marisa as she was pulled into the shinigami's body.. The last bit of protection keeping Komachi and Marisa's breasts part slipped away as Marisa's left breast popped right out of the one piece just from the collision of their breasts together.. Marisa's point nipples poked right into Komachi's orbs and vice versa. Marisa immediately started to feel the rather heated pressure, clenching her teeth shut and squinting her eyes closed as her breasts squashed down "nnhh-!" She let out, her hands moving to Komachi's shoulders, trying to push away but Komachi strength was showing to be bigger then Marisa's again, getting her to stay put

Komachi continued to squeeze with the remaining strength she has left, her large bust pressing deeply into Marisa's now exposed and smaller bust. She grunted with each application of power being put into the bearhug, trying to turn it up a notch and forcing her opponent to tippy-toe. All the while, her breathing started to being softer. Everything is getting back into control for the Shinigami.

Marisa couldn't help but get pulled forwards, feeling herself naturally lifted up to her tip toes, her butt wobbling slightly with the faint lift as the bear hug got her to break out into a sweat, joining Komachi in moistness. "Uhhh!" Marisa huffed out as her teeth unclenched and a deep breath was released from her lips. She couldn't keep her arms straight in order to push Komachi away,elbows bending and hands ending up placed on top of Komachi's shoulders... Not being very effective in the push anymore

Komachi continued this powerful hold, a testament to her strength as she continues to crush her smaller opponent. Gathering even more strength within, the Shinigami would grunt heavily, pouring all the current strength she has as of the moment into the hold, aiming to destroy the witch's back and knock her out by depriving her of her air supply. She would also try to lift the smaller girl off the mat, showcasing her dominance to the crowd as her red eyes stared down at Marisa's eyes with a determined gaze.

Marisa ended up not only breaking into a sweat but a few moment latter Komachi's power in this bear hug broke her into a pretty deep pant, her smaller bust pushing out repeatedly with each breath and forcing Komachi's rack in a back a little. Marisa tried to resist the hoist, planting her feet as she slipped her hands around the back of Komachi's shoulders blade, cupping the shinigami to herself a bit.. She was only just about able to keep her feet on the mat but she had a feeling that another good hoist like that and then Shinigami would have her up in the air and at her mercy.. "Oww ghawd.." Marisa shudders out as her head flopped forwards and their foreheads touched, Marisa's warm husky pants and huffs blowing out against Komachi's lips

Komachi grunted as Marisa resisted the hoist, but that didn't matter as she would only do another hoist attempt, trying to lift the little girl helplessly into the air while in the vicious bearhug. Her body getting even more moist, including her mound, the Shinigami continued her grunts, endlessly pouring small amounts of strength into the hug. Their foreheads touching, her own warm breath would reach the witch's lips as well and vice versa. Her breathing forcing her bust right into her opponent's without stop, a smirk now formed on her face, feeling she had regained control of this match completely. "Is that all you got little Marisa?" She mocked. "Are you going to pull a magic trick now?"

And then come another firm hoist, Marisa tried to hold out and stay with her boots on the mat but Komachi's strength persuaded her otherwise "oww.. OW!" Marisa groaned out as her small bust and firm nipples rode right over the top of Komachi's, her legs hoping off the mat and thighs ending up wrapped around the outsides of Komachi's thighs, her mound pressing just slightly above her opponents so that the top of Komachi's mound touched the bottom of Marisa's through the one piece and panties.. Marisa's one piece had scooted down even further in the lift, now her belly bare and right against Komachi's body... Trickles of sweat started to roll down Marisa's cute bod, a few rolling off of Marisa's breasts down onto Komachi's as the witch slipped her head down to press her forehead on Komachi's shoulder, a few huff blowing down directly into Komachi's cleavage.. She wasn't done yet but this hold was simply devastating! She was starting to feel another wetness forming in the crotch area of her swimsuit.. She desperately needed to build up strength to break out, trying to concentrate and ignore what Komachi was saying, breathing deep to focus

Komachi's face started to form a slight blush once more, feeling Marisa's nipples puncturing the top of her upper breasts and the thighs of her smaller opponent being wrapped around the outsides of her own. Her own mound made a direct contact with the witch's, now also starting to get really wet. The girl let out another grunt into the bearhug, feeling Marisa's head slumping onto her shoulder, a shiver going up her spine as she felt her opponent's warm breath going through her cleavage. "Where's this power of love Marisa?" The Shinigami continued with her mockings as she feel that she could win this match now.

(to be continued)

by **Kelsea** Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:43 pm

Marisa's body started to tremble with the intensity of the hold; she could feel Komachi's sweat smearing into her breasts and belly, not to mention a few trickles that she couldn't tell if they were her own or Komachi's.. or maybe even a combination. Her hand moved to Komachi's shoulder as Marisa's forehead continued to press on the other, she was seriously starting to think about giving it up here.. the Shinigami was just womanhandling her!! Things had become quite steamy also and Marisa's gruff pants right into Komachi's breasts were evident of this.. A blush to match Komachi's rose to her cheeks

Komachi's body was completely soaked, sweats from her own and from Marisa's drenching her smooth skin. Her forehead pressing against the smaller girl's, she let out a small chuckle, her blushing matching those of her opponent's cheeks. "It's over Marisa, give up!" The Shinigami demanded as she poured in all her strength into the bearhug, trying to tear down the poor witch's back and claim this match as her debut victory!

"hhunnh!!" Marisa groaned out, her head popping up and whole body arching and rubbing up against Komachi as she poured on the pressure, she could have sworn she heard a faint squeek as her breasts slipped moistly over Komachi's. Marisa had one eye open, head up and panting right close to Komachi's lips, the two almost looked like lovers after a hot night of passion. Marisa hands slipped down from Komachi's shoulder, the other falling from her shoulder blade as if the witch didn't have any strength to keep them up.. But the Witch had other plans then going out in this hug... As she panted repeatedly onto Komachi's lips, finally the corner of her own lips curved into a grin. Komachi would feel both of Marisa's hands suddenly grasp at her black panties down below at the waist and tug up sharply.. "Raaah!!!" Marisa cried out as she went for desperate but cheeky attempt to escape with a wedgie.

Komachi let out a huge sigh, feeling that she had the match in the bag. Her mound was incredibly wet now as the hot embrace between the two only got hotter. The Shinigami stared down into the witch's eyes, her lips dangerously near the other girl's. She was actually thinking whether to kiss the girl or not as a tease. But that train of thought ended, her eyes widening, as she felt the sides of her black panties being grabbed, before the painful wedgie was brought upon herself. "AAGGHHHH!!!" The larger girl cried out, a mixture of a tense gasp and moan in her hung opened mouth as she glared at her opponent with a twitch. She tippy-toed from the sudden yank, her large breasts now slipping over Marisa's smaller breasts with a bounce as her hands immediately broke hold of the bearhug and instead went to grab at the witch's hands, intending to pry them off as quick as possible as she was completely stunned from the unexpected move.

With the bear hug dropped, Marisa body slipped rather quickly down Komachi's in probably the most erotic of ways.. Marisa's nipples caught on Komachi's breasts and turned upwards as her whole rack was lifted from the pressure of Komachi's large boobs pressing from underneath and eventually flicking up over Marisa's with a few tiny droplets of sweat flicking up also. Marisa's mound passed down pretty firmly against Komachi's wedgied crotch, trailing a line of her wetness across Komachi as a token to remember her by. Marisa's clit instead lined up with the bottom of Komachi's slit as Marisa unintensionally took a nose dive right into Komachi's cleavage. "ngh!" Marisa grunted out into the pink haired woman's breasts, she wasn't about to let go of her panties though and would shove herself against Komachi, trying to make her topple backwards while still holding her panties up as tight as possible.

Komachi gasped and moaned at the same time once again as Marisa's fall caused her body to react in the most sensual of ways, sending a large amount of pleasure through her mind. Her breathing suddenly becoming rather fast, she felt the witch's nose diving into her cleavage. her face blushing at the hottest possible color as she started to fell backward. "Ugghh!!" She grunted as she landed on the mat on her back, her large bust shaking rather quite often now as sweat flickered up from the impact landing. "L-Let go!..." The Shinigami muttered as she still tried to pry those hands away from her panties, gritting her teeth in frustration.

Marisa fell down right on top of Komachi as she stumbled down onto her back. Marisa's cheek bounced down with a cushioned landing on Komachi's right breasts, a warm pant immediately leaving Marisa's lips and blowing right across Komachi's left nipple. Marisa scooted up a bit, her mound nudging right up wetly against Komachi's as she lay on top of the bigger woman. She could feel Komachi desperately trying to pry her hands off from her panties, but tried even more desperately to hang on.. Her orbs pressed deeply into Komachi's body as she was still panting heavily from that hot and devastating bear hug. "...*Pant*... *pant* ... W-what? I thought you were asking... *pant* where the power of love was.. *pant* *pant* Komachi-chan?"

"S-Shut it!..." Komachi growled, her face clearly showing signs of desperation as she shivered at the feeling of her left nipple being blowed across by Marisa's hot pants. She needed to get out of this as soon as possible because the wedgie is hurting her quite well, so the Shinigami sat up. Once she did, she would attempt to stand up fully, all the while trying to pry off the witch's hands off her black panties. Should her opponent remained persistent and still held on, her hands would move onto the other girl's small breasts and would push hard, aiming to push her opponent towards the ropes in order for her to come back through the rebound. If the push was successful, she would cry out as she would thrust her head into girl's chest in a massive battering ram.

Marisa tried to keep herself dead weight and make the process of getting to her feet a hell of a lot more difficult for Komachi.. Every now and then twisting the waist side of the panties and making the material saw into Komachi's mound and into her slit. However gradually Komachi was indeed able to get back to her feet, "nh.." Marisa murmured as she felt Komachi's hands on her boobs, stiff nipples poking right into the palms of her hands.. Then the shove pushed Marisa clean off of her, Komachi's panties snapping back sharply as Marisa fell into the ropes, only just managed to grab onto the top ropes with both of her arms slung over them so that she didn't end up running back into Komachi

Komachi let out a sharp yelp as she pushed Marisa away, her panties snapping back painfully. She was furious at this point that by the time she performed her battering ram, she hit nothing but mid-air. Quickly looking up, she saw Marisa's arms slunged over the top ropes, her facial expression clearly showing that of anger. Her panties still elevated by the wedgie, showing a good portion of her firm asscheeks, she charged at her opponent, lashing out her right arm and aiming to clothesline the girl across the chest and send her over the top ropes and out of the ring. "MARISAAAAA!!!"

Marisa saw Komachi coming and tried to move but she felt really sluggish and only ended up moving one arm and groaning a bit as she felt the arousal between her thighs also working its magic on her.. Komachi slammed into her like a frieght train, a small spay of sweat flinging off of Marisa's body as Komachi's arm slammed right across Marisa's bust "UGH!!" Marisa coughed out, tipped backwards right over the top ropes by the clothesline from Sanzu... Marisa flipped over and fell down onto the hard outside floor on her front, the crowd groaning out in sympathy for her.. At least she had gotten her knees and hands in the way so had kinda landed on all fours, but was not going anywhere soon with the stunning pain.

Komachi left slumped over the top ropes after the clothesline, her large bust still shaking from all of that running. She panted slowly to herself, tired and exhausted, her hands moving to fix her panties. After that, she would slip out between the top and middle ropes onto the apron, and jump off, landing right in front of Marisa's all-four body, her round orbs bouncing wildly. "It's time to humiliate you." She said in a more serious tone as she bent down and grabbed the witch's black one piece, before she would attempt to yank it off of her body hard, trying to strip her naked.

Marisa shook her head, trying to get back to her sense it seemed that time for that had run out and Komachi's big body landed right in front of her. Marisa kinda looked up, one eye closed in pain as she panted heavily.. She realized she was in some trouble right here, Marisa tried to back away but Komachi was able to grab her one piece, dragging the witch to the floor. "n-no!" Marisa yelped, trying to hold onto the material... But then there was a ripping noise and suddenly Marisa felt the freedom and shame of nakedness

Komachi held the torn one piece into the air, the crowd cheering as they get to see Marisa's small, beautiful and naked body. After holding it up for a while, she would toss it aside, before revert her attention back to her opponent. She would slowly approach the witch in an intimidating manner, before she would bend down and grab at the girl's golden mane. If successful, she would start to yank her to her feet. "I'm gonna make you pay for wedging me back there!"

Marisa was now completely naked to the crowds viewing pleasure with the expception of her wrestling boots. She tried to cover up, the wetness of her mound was visible even without the material soaking up a damp spot. "Uhh!!" Marisa yelped as Komachi's grabbed her by the hair starting to pull her up.. Just as she got to her knees though and mostly out of desperation, Marisa slipped her right arm aroudn Komachi's butt cheeks, squeezing them tight as she moved in as close as she could to the Shinigami's body and swung her left arm up right between her thighs for a low blow

Komachi's eyes widened, letting out a yelp as Marisa firmly grabbed her right butt cheek, tippy toeing in response, and her large bust bouncing upwards. Unable to react in time, the witch confronted her naked body against the Shinigami's nearly naked body, before the low blow came. Her eyes widened to the point that it was shot wide open, and her mouth was left hanging in a breathless, gaspless scream. Tears nearly formed in her red eyes as she slowly backed away in a trembling manner, her hands letting go of her opponent's hair and clutching her damp crotch instead, her legs shaking in weakness as she stopped tippy toeing and doubled over in a terrible pain.

Marisa slumped down a bit after her hair was released but managed to stay on her knees. She was surprised how far this match was going considering it was just a debut, but she knew that Komachi really meant business.. The only thing she could do is lie, cheat and steal! She watched as the larger girl stumbled backwards, seriously hurt from the low blow.. She let out a number of huffs, planting her feet on the mat and staying down as long as possible to conserve energy. Then when the time was right she dug deep and burst forwards, running right towards Komachi and then ducking down and lunging herself at her in exactly the same manuever that Marisa had seen Komachi pull off earlier... Marisa tried to ram her head right into Komachi's firm abs, getting all her body weight behind her to help drive into her for Komachi's OWN finisher, Narrow Confinesof Avici.

Komachi struggled by herself to regain her composure. Her eyes were twitching, she couldn't fully control her body due to the small spasms it was receiving. She weakly looked up, slightly in between being doubled over and standing tall. Then her eyes widened as she felt Marisa's thick head driving into her abs with a great force behind it. "GAHHH!!!" She screamed out, spittle flying out of her mouth as she landed on her back, crushed by her own narrow Confines of Avici finisher. Her arms flew up and over above her head, her large breasts shaking from the impact as she laid there, a soft groan escaping her lips. She felt as if all the air in her lungs had been stolen from her as her eyes were softly closed. She would be unable to move after that, panting really heavily to regain all her lost breath.

Marisa went down with her after scoring the heavy blow. After slamming into her gut, Marisa's head kinda rode up and ended up laying right against the side of Komachi's right breast, warm heavy pants brushing down the side and entering into the outside curve line while Marisa moist breasts brushed and ground into Komachi's bare sore belly. If they had been in the ring, the ref girl would probably be counting a pin that neither of the two were even aware of! Marisa felt like she had given everything to score that big hit, she needed to rest for a bit.. Although the "rest" she was taking resulted in her being VERY cozy with Komachi once again.

Komachi merely laid there motionless, her large breasts heaving up and down as she felt the sharp nipples of Marisa's bust grinding into her sore abs. The breath from the witch's mouth onto her own orbs made the Shinigami send tingles up her spine. But regardless of all this sensation, she could not move one bit. She needed to recover, but she was recovering slower than her opponent, which is not a good sign.

Marisa started to squirm, her naked body snuggling and rubbing up to Komachi in her exhausted barely with it state.. Komachi had really done a number on her and muscled her around for most of the match, trying to take advantage of the big hit she had laid out was pretty difficult. She started to move upwards slowly, her nipples drawing right up Komachi's belly and flicking against the underside of Komachi's bust as she did. Up on her knees, Marisa reached down not for Komachi's hair, but instead for her black panties as she started trying to climb to her feet and pull Komachi back up with her in the traditional sumo wrestling pose.. Giving the Shinigami even more of a wedgie as she did

Komachi started groaning out as Marisa started to move up, her large orbs wobbling slightly as the other girl's smaller orbs flickered up against them. Her black panties grabbed, the front of it soaked by her leaking mound, she was slowly dragged up towards her feet, her head slumping on the witch's shoulders, and her arms dangling in mid-air. Her large and pointy nipples punctured the upperside of her opponent's breasts, and her opponent's pointy nipples punctured her underboobs. She let out deep, heavy and constant huffs, still trying to regain her breath.

Marisa moved her head to Komachi's shoulder also.. Hot and heavy pants for breath leaving her lips, blowing into the side of Komachi's neck or traveling down into her cleavage again. Marisa's breasts had pushed right back into Komachi's again as if they just couldn't keep away from intimate body contact now for longer then a couple of seconds. The dragging and rubbing of Marisa's nipples over Komachi's orbs made the witch hesistate for a long moment, the arousal starting to get to her pretty bad and without her panties on, her juices were leaking out and just trickling freely down the inside of her thigh. Finally Marisa sucked in a deep breath and tried to hoist Komachi up by the black panties, wanting to get her a few inches off the floor before dropping down to one knee and trying to have Komachi come down mounting her outstreached thigh in a reverse atomic drop

Komachi just shivered at the feeling everytime her smooth, sweaty skin receives a warm, fresh air of Marisa's breath. The Shinigami barely moved, and even with a powerful wedgie, the girl could only respond with a loud groan as she was lifted off the floor by some inches, her head tilting upwards, before she landed in an atomic drop. "AGH!!" She cried out, eyes widening, as she immediately stumbled backwards until her back leaned up against the ring's edge, one hand clutching her crotch and the other draped over the apron. Her heavy breathing made her bust heave in and out constantly. Her eyes narrowed, she couldn't retaliate as she was still recovering.

Marisa stayed down on one knee as Komachi bounced up from the atomic drop and slumped back against the edge of the ring. The blonde teen knew that she couldn't let Komachi alone too long and once again it seemed like the rule of their bodies only being apart for a few seconds at a time might run true again. Marisa bolted up from the kneeling position to run the short distance right at Komachi, "RAAH!!!" Marisa cried out as she threw her arms out at the last minute, trying to slam her sweaty body front to front right against Komachi in a body splash

"UGHNNN!!!" Komachi cried out as she was splashed hard by the brute force of Marisa's entire body. Her upper body was now draped over the apron from the massive impact, her round breasts wobbling from the collision, and her arms now spread apart on the apron as well. If it wasn't for her upper body leaning against the apron, she might as well fall to her knees and drop dead like a bag of bricks. Her eyes were still narrowedly opened as those eyes gazed at the ceiling. Her vision was distorted and blurred, and somewhat spinning, as she let out a soft groan from her sweaty lips, her large breasts heaving in and out once again.

Marisa splashed right against Komachi and avioded the natural reaction of bouncing right back off of her by hooking her arms around Komachi's body.. Marisa's breasts ending up flattened into Komachi's abs again, while her face was just above Komachi's bust. At this point Marisa was just so completely drenched in her sweat and Komachi's sweat and their bodies had been in so much intimate contact that the fact that she was naked while doing this didn't seem to matter anymore. Marisa's fully stiff nipples were tingling slightly and as she rested up against Komachi after the splash she felt her sex throb softly. After a moment or two, Marisa reached down to grab two handfuls of Komachi's butt cheeks, trying to lift her up and shove her back into the ring

Komachi let out a soft gasp as she felt those vicious, stiff nipples of Marisa's bust penetrating her abs again. Her sex also started to throb softly as she gasped for air occassionally, her sweat-drench, large breasts heaving up and down in front of the witch's view for good pleasure. Her wedgied, black panties were now making her feel uncomfortable with her juices soaking the front of it and making it stick to her pussy much more firmly now and her crotch stinging with pain from the harsh wedgie pulls. Her asscheeks were more pronounced now as they were firmly groped by her opponent, before she would be lifted and shoved back into the ring. She rolled beneath the bottom ropes before she ended flopping onto her front. She laid there for a moment, taking the chance to gather all the air she needed into her lungs, as she felt the next moment will be the deciding factor into this match. She slowly moved onto all fours, her limbs shaking beneath her in strained pressure, before she attempted to gather the strength to push herself onto her feet.

Marisa followed Komachi, slipping in under the bottom ropes as the bigger girl tried to get to her feet... Seeing the Shinigami getting up, Marisa quickly rushed over from behind to clutch her arms around the pink haired woman's waist. She didn't want her to get the chance to get back into the match, so first priority was to try and keep some dominance off her.. Marisa shoved full bodily against Komachi's back, her drenched breasts pressing slickly into Komachi's back as Marisa's crotch formed against her butt cheeks again, the witch letting out a couple of hot huffs over Komachi's shoulder as she prepared for something.

Komachi grunted as her waist was wrapped around by her opponent's arms. Her hands immediately moved and grabbed Marisa's arms, before she attempted to pry them off, ignoring the feeling of the other girl's breasts pressing into her back. "L-Let... go..." She said inbetween pants. In a desperate attempt, she swung her right elbow backwards, aiming to smash it against the side of the witch's head in order to force her to let go. If successful, she would quickly turn around and attempt to kick at the front of Marisa's right knee, trying to bring her down to one knee.

Marisa was pressed snuggly up against Komachi, her body grinding sweatily against her as she let sucked in a few gasps and pants. The back elbow caught her complete off guard "Ough!" She let out as her head snapped to one side, stumbling and turning around holding the side of her face. By the time she had turned back to Komachi, the Shinigami slammed her foot right into her knee, sinking Marisa down into a kneeling position

Komachi constantly let out rough pants, getting a little off-balanced after that desperate kick to the knee. Seeing Marisa down on her knees, she knew she had to act now. She grabbed for the witch's blond hair, before she would yank it hard and shove her head between her warm and sweaty thighs. She would wrap her arms around the girl's waist while leaning forward, pressing her large breasts and erect nipples onto her opponent's back. She would take a deep breath, trying to gather enough energy to finish her formidable opponent off.

Marisa was forced reluctantly up to her feet by the hair, her head stuffed so roughly between Komachi's hot sweaty thighs that she let out a gruff pant. Her hands holding on around the back of Komachi's... It looked like it was over now, Komachi readying up for a another big overpowering move on the smaller girl... But digging down deep Marisa growled out loud as she tried to lift her body upwards, using all her strength to lift Komachi up off the mat and start to tip her over

Komachi heaved in deeply, focusing on pulling off her next move in hopes of ending her opponent. But fate had other plans as Marisa suddenly stood up and lifted the Shinigami up. "W-Wha?!..." She gasped out loudly, before she was thrown over the smaller girl and landed hard on her back. She let out a breathless gasp, arching her back off the mat, her round orbs jiggling like crazy, and her eyes and mouth widening, before she flopped back down. Breathing heavily, her breasts heaving up and down, and her limbs sprawled out, she could barely move after that. She slowly turned onto her front, looking at the witch as she weakly tried standing up once more.

Marisa slumped down onto one knee after using all her energy to throw Komachi over the top of herself. She looked over her shoulder, panting as Komachi arched her body up in pain and rolled over. Moving over towards the Shinigami as she tried to get onto all fours, Marisa's hands found themself on Komachi's black panties... The pink haired woman was probably expecting another wedgie, but instead of pulling up Marisa sharply yanked the panties down "..T-Time for you to hand over the precious item!!"

Komachi was starting to get onto all fours, glaring at Marisa as she couldn't do anything to defend herself or attack. Instead of expecting something painful, she instead felt her black panties grabbed on its sides, before being pulled off her mound and exposing her very moist crotch. "W-Wha?..." She muttered in surprise and confusion, still gasping loudly for breath. Her large and sweaty body still prone, she gritted her teeth, trying to ignore what had just occured as she focused on the match and still attempted to get onto all fours. Half-way onto that point, she grabbed the back of the witch's knees, trying to pull herself up with the legs of her opponent's. "I-I don't know what you're doing... But I ain't letting down!..." She panted between breaths.

Marisa felt Komachi grabbing at the back of her knees, she move up close, her naked mound mere inches away from Komachi's face as the shingami.. Marisa allowed the pink haired woman to start getting all the way to her feet, hands crawling up the back of her thighs.. Then suddenly she'd twist her hips and leap forwards to try and ram the side of her thigh right into Komachi's belly, aiming to drop her right back down to her knees right in front of her.. husky pants coming from the witch and a little sprinkle of sweat flying from her body as she jolted forwards into the bigger woman.

Komachi slowly worked her way up to her feet, her bending legs wobbling when she stood on both feet. Her hands slid up behind Marisa's smooth legs and up to the point that she's groping the girl's ass, and her body leaned forward, her face pressing into the witch's tummy, her pants huffing into that area repeatedly. Her breasts heaved in and out as sweat trickled everywhere on her smooth skin. She was really tired and hurt, and she could barely move compared to her opponent. "GAHH!!" The Shinigami suddenly cried out as Marisa slammed the side of her thigh against her exposed stomach, her eyes widening and her breath taken away from her lungs, mouth widening. She immediately dropped onto her knees with a grunt and groan mixture, her hands slipping off of the witch's legs and hanging slightly above the mat as her face dropped and leaned on the other girl's knees. She started to heave and huff heavily, barely having any energy after that fall. She even nearly blackened out just because of the short moment of a lack of oxygen in her body.

Marisa kept one hand rested on the back of Komachi's head, her thigh up against her face as trickles of sweat ran off of her onto the other woman.. It was a little late to get squeamish about a little perspiration, they were both completely drenched in each others sweat thanks to things like that bear hug earlier. Marisa exhaustedly pulled up on Komachi's head, grinding her cheek up against her bare thigh and wiping up a good amount of the sweat there. Then holding onto Komachi's head, Marisa squated down slightly and tried to yank Komachi's head right between her hot thighs so that her heated bare mound rested right on the back of Komachi's neck

It was indeed steamy in this match to the point that the two competitors are completely soaked with each other's sweat. She groaned as she was slowly pulled up, her face rubbing against the front of one of Marisa's thigh. Then as she was pulled up to a decent height, her head would suddenly be yanked and shoved in between the witch's warm thighs, the impact of her own shoulders colliding with the front of the other girl's thighs causing sweat to fly out, her large breasts shaking around. She let out a soft groan, her round orbs dangling in mid-air with sweat literally dripping off the tip of her stiff nipples. Her arms were also dangling in mid-air right beside her opponent's sweaty legs. Her legs were slightly bent and wobbling still, almost as if they could collapse any moment. Her own sticky hot mound was dripping with juices, running across her inner thighs and dripping onto the canvas. She was uncontrollably but not outwardly leaking, almost to the point of orgasm just simply from the hotness of the intense action between the two naked girls. The Shinigami only shivered constantly, unable to move at her own will as she panted so heavily, it was audible to the front seats of the crowd. The audience looked on in awe and wonder, expecting something big and sexy to happen next.

Marisa mound was pretty hot and wet against Komachi's neck, a tiny trickle rolling from Marisa's sex to the side of Komachi's neck. Marisa grabbed Komachi's arms, moving them so that they were around the back of her own thighs and then the witch flopped down over Komachi's back, Marisa's moist orbs pressing right into the small of Komachi's back as Marisa's cheek pressed down right against Komachi's butt cheek with the witch facing towards the shinigami's ass crack. Marisa wrapped her arms around Komachi's waist nice and snug as she slipped her hands down Komachi's abs only to cup right up against her womanhood... Marisa hands pressed right up against Komachi's mound as if to go for a lift but the shinigami's feet barely left the mat as Marisa let out a deep grunt of effort that blew out in a warm breath right across Komachi's butt cheeks, the witch left panting for the failed lift as her fingers gently massaged Komachi's sex, trying to keep ahold of her in this position until she could muster up enough strength for another try

Komachi continued to remain in that position, absolutely unable to do anything. She felt a trickle of Marisa's juice falling down the side of her neck, confusing that for a sweat. Her arms were forcefully moved around so that they were around the back of the witch's thighs. The Shinigami moaned as she felt her opponent's staggering nipples and orbs puncturing her strong yet aching back. The girl would feel her toned abs being wrapped around, before her pussy would be gently cupped. Then came the press, and that immediately made the Shinigami's body react in a reflex. Juices started pouring out even more from that lift attempt, dripping more quickly than usual. Her feet was lifted off the mat only by a small inch, before they came back down. She shivered and moan as she felt a rush of hot air passing between her ass cheeks. As her sex was being massaged, it only made her moan louder, yet making her even more weaker. A truly devastating method, even though if Marisa didn't intentionally planned the lift to include a powerful pleasure effect.

A good clump of Marisa's blonde hair ended up sticking to Komachi's bare butt cheek from the sweat as Marisa continued to pant heavily... With each breath her breasts rubbed right into Komachi's back, nipples grazing teasingly right against her. Marisa found herself bitting her lip and clenching with her thighs momentarily as the sensation of her nipples rubbing on Komachi started to get to her. With Komachi's head in the way, she only ended up clenching her thighs on her head as she shivered a little. Her hands pressed up agaisnt Komachi's mound again, pulling her feet off the mat for a longer duration of time before slumping down again, Marisa hands content to stroke right over Komachi's pussy lips, unprotected with her panties pulled down! Marisa mouth was open wide in order to breath in husky breath after husky breath.. The witch accidently getting a mouthful of Komachi's butt cheek as she nuzzled her face right into her ass.. Trying to get into a better position

Komachi continued to moan out and groan out uncontrollably with all the sensation coming in every direction. It was too much for her to handle. The head squeeze only made the Shinigami's moans and groans softer. The lift was executed again, and despite the girl leaving the mat off a bit higher and a bit longer, the lift could still not be done by the witch, her large breasts shaking wildly upon landing. She gasped loudly for air, on the verge of unconsciousness from all the pleasure and pain aching throughout her body. She could either pass out from her imminent orgasm, or the imminent slam, or even both! But right now, she's hanging on a thread, her sex juices dripping even more faster then before as sweat continued to drip from all places of her large frame.

Marisa took another long moment, her hand rubbing at Komachi's sex a little faster as if it had found a favoured weak spot. "T-The power of l-love.. will nh! provail!" Marisa panted out before once again going for the lift. This time she was able to pull Komachi's big body right up, Komachi's moistened butt cheeks scraping firmly right against Marisa's face as she rolled her up onto her shoulders so that the witch ended up with a faceful of Komachi's pussy... Marisa stumbled, barely able to keep Komachi's weight up in the air as short sharp gasps and pants blew out directly into Komachi's bare moist womanhood. The crowd was all on the edge of their seats as they watched Marisa's intense finisher in action and right in the midst of an extremely intense match

Komachi continued to heave and pant loudly as her sex was continously attacked without stop. Then finally came the lift, and she was rolled onto Marisa's shoulders, sweat flying outwards from her body due to the roll-up. She gasped as she was sitting on the witch's shoulders. Her sex juices dripping uncontrollably, she moaned loudly, her head tilting up with eyes softly closed as she felt those rush of hot air blowing into her exposed pussy. "N-Ngh... C-Can't escape..." She muttered softly, feeling defeated and just wanting to sleep. "U-Uhn... M-Marisa..." She moaned out her name as she awaited the final blow.

Marisa slipped her hands around the underside of Komachi's butt cheeks and around behind them, holding her in place as she stumbled a bit clumsily, trying to keep the shinigami's weight up as she breathed huskily in against Komachi's mound.. Taking in the scent of her opponents sex. Finally, Marisa was able to stumble near enough towards the middle of the ring and pushed up with her hands to make Komachi lift up in her seated perch, Komachi's mound rubbing briefly into Marisa face before the witch "YAAAR!!" Marisa yelled out before dropping down into a sitting position and driving Komachi's body down forwards towards the mat, trying to slam her down back first right between Marisa's legs

Komachi groaned and moaned like no tomorrow. She just couldn't stop, not with Marisa's hot breath constantly going against her mound. Then after a few seconds, the witch managed to lift the heavier Shinigami up into an elevated position off of the girl's shoulders, briefly feeling her opponent's face rubbing against her sex. After one last final gasp, she was thrown forward towards the canvas, and she landed with a loud thud. She couldn't even open her eyes or mouth; Komachi passed out immediately. Her back bounced roughly off the mat, her large and round orbs following suit as her legs and arms flew outwards. She landed back down after the bounce, only to unconsciously arch her back and let her juices flow out in front of Marisa's mound. After a while, she slowly and unconsciously flopped back down against the surface, laying there completely sprawled out and in a deep slumber.

Marisa let out a deep huff as she finally landed down on the mat with Komachi, at first instinictively falling backwards almost so that they would both be in a laying position with Komachi's thighs resting over the top of Marisa.. But fighting the urge through her extreme tiredness, she managed to stay sat up and even leaned forwards over Komachi's body a bit.. Marisa's mound pressed right up against Komachi as it let a dribble of her juices flow out right onto Marisa's sex. Marisa pulled up Komachi's legs and held them just over her shoulders, breathing out deeply as she looked down at Komachi's heaving sweaty body. The ref girl dropped quickly down to the mat to make the count "One!"

Komachi's legs would be pulled up and over Marisa's shoulders while her large breasts just heaved up and down. She was out for the count, there was nothing that could happen. "Two!"

"three!!" The ref yelled and then called for the bell as the crowd went wild. Marisa remained sat down with Komachi, her legs framing either side of the shingami's body while Komachi's mound and butt pressed snuggly into Marisa's crotch. Marisa kept Komachi's legs held up over her shoulders for some time, panting heavily down over Komachi's body before heaving her music playing in the background.. "I- I won...? I mean... Of course I won!" Marisa shoved Komachi's legs to one side, letting them flop to the mat as the ref girl took the witch's arm to raise in victory. "Heh.. like I said *pant* I'd beat you in a flash ze!" She breathed out, although she could barely stand and so remained sat on the mat, only just moving up onto one knee.

Komachi's legs would be pushed to the side, her upper body remaining straight and prone onto the mat. Her large breasts with her stiff nipples just continued heaving up and down, and the sweat all over her skin continued trickling down onto the mat, as well as her recently climaxed juices.

Marisa was completely drenched in sweat too, not to mention some sex juices over her too.. She looked over at Komachi's body, a blush on her cheeks at seeing Komachi shiny body laying naked on the mat like that. The two of them looked like they had just gone a whole nights worth of love making. Marisa moved one arm across her breasts, her nipples were stiff too with excitement as she sighed out. Marisa reached over to pick up the panties she had "liberated" from Komachi, the front still moist with Komachi's sweet juices "Well.. I guess I'll be taking this then." She chimed seems she knew that Komachi wouldn't be able to stop her

Komachi would be out of it for quite a while, so of course Marisa can go on with what she had planned. But after the match today, it did indeed seem that the two were making out in a very sexy sort of fashion over a night. Her skin glimmering in light due to the sweat all over her skin, and her breasts gently rising up and down, all her muscles and erectness started to lighten up as her head silently tilted to one side.

Marisa knelt their panting for a few more moments before getting to her feet, taking the prize of the precious item (Komachi's panties) with her as she looked to exit the ring... the crowd cheering fiercely over such a match charged fill with sexual tension.

Marisa Kirisame vs. Komachi Onozuka

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