Hitomi vs Rainbow Mika

commission from a new customer,  fine change of pace from celeb fights to two video game fighting girls (Dead or Alive vs Street Fighter). chatted over a few other fantasy bouts, and always find fictional women easier to write than real. feel like it gives me more wiggle room, even if they already have defined personalities as characters. that goes for cartoons, or unnamed model/random pic types of women. like Kristen Stewart will call to tell me she would have behaved differently while getting her ass kicked...

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Hitomi wasn’t a regular at the bar, but she was liked there. She was cute, sweet, and the staff liked her since nobody bothered starting fights there when she was around. The bar was known for serving its share of toughs and gang members, but brawls never proved very efficient when Hitomi was around to break them up. No matter who started it, or who you were after, or how many there were, Hitomi won.

She at the bar itself, cute rump planted on a stool from within her tight jeans. She had a denim jacket on over a bright yellow t-shirt, and a hairband across the top of her long brown locks. Deceptively cute for a near-master martial artist.

She watched over the bar scene in an almost mother hen kind of way, enjoying the peace among the noise and a chilled wine cooler. People flirted and drank, but most of all she watched over a table where they were having the arm wrestling competition. People surrounded the table, competitors coming and going, but only on one end of the table.

She had to watch long enough for the losers to thin out to see who was on the winning end of all these little challenges. It was a busty girl with long blond hair around her age, a long-sleeved shirt and slacks on. Her bright blue eyes shone with excitement as another big man came up, locked fingers with her, and lasted a few seconds before Mika slammed their hand down noisily. “Yea! Who’s next!?” she boasted loudly, flexing a thick but still feminine arm.

Hitomi stayed quiet as she smiled off at the scene, letting it play out for a while. She must have been staring at some point, since the blond Rainbow Mika looked up to her with a high wave. “Yo!” she called enthusiastically. “You want in on this, missy?!”

Hitomi looked surprised to be called out, but shook her head distantly. “Oh, I couldn’t,” she dismissed. “Looks like fun and all, but armwrestling? Really?” she giggled. “I haven’t done anything like that since junior high.”

Mika looked her over warily for a moment, then grinned widely. “You’re a fighter!” she declared loudly, beating her fist on the table in realization. Hitomi looked at her surprised, but nodded a bit.

“Yea… I know some martial arts.”

“Awesome! So that’s’ what you mean!”

“It is?” Hitomi said confused as Mika stood up from her seat.

“Yea! I hear you loud and clear! We totally need a match right now!”

Hitomi looked stunned by the decision, while Mika looked all the more excited. “Are you serious?” she said, though cracking a smile. It was always fun to meet a new face, especially with a fight, it seemed. Some of her newest friends had been through fights, after all. And the girl seemed odd, but fun and strong enough to be worth the effort.

“Maybe you’re right,” Hitomi conceded a bit with a small but playful smile.

“Course I’m right!” Mika chimed, pounding a fist into her palm. “Let’s dance!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Hitomi urged, raising her hands. “In here!? There’s people around.”

Mika grinned proudly and thrust out her chest. “What’s the matter? Scared to let people see you lose?” It was a playful taunt at her, but Hitomi smiled back.

“No, just don’t want to ruin some peoples’ meals or anything. Bring your fans if you want, just let’s take this out back, okay?”

Mika nodded in consent. “Ok, then. Meet you there!” Mike proudly strutted out, big hips wiggling as she went. Hitomi let herself watch a bit, finishing her drink quickly and following the blond.

When she got out, she was surprised again to see Mika taking off her pants. Her shirt was already gone, and underneath it all, she wore her trademark white and blue wrestling outfit. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a blue mask, and tied her hair up into pigtails.

Hitomi looked at her strangely as she took off her own coat and tossed it onto a nearby trash can. “Is that… a costume?” she started warily. “Are you a wrestler?”

Mike flexed her arm wrestling arm proudly. “Yup! No big secret. I thought you mighta recognized me in there. Rainbow Mika’s the name! Remember it when I wind up world champ some day.”

Hitomi giggled and bowed a bit. “You’re strange, Mika… but you seem fun. I’m Hitomi, and I hope our little fight suits you.”

Mika nodded. “Right. Just don’t expect me to hold back. It’s not a real fight if someone’s holding back.”

It was a bit more than Hitomi expected, but she raised her fists and nodded. It wasn’t what she imagined, but she just couldn’t say no to a challenge. Besides, Mika was a wrestler. She knew her share of them, including Tina Armstrong (and once a run in with Dixie Clements…). They were showman by nature, but also genuine athletes and not to be ignored as actors pretending to fight. She knew there were some legitimately violent leagues out there, and even the fakes, their moves hurt if you did them WRONG. Still, she imagined her experience in genuine martial arts left her at the advantage against the thicker blond.

Mika raised her hands palms out in a grappling stance, the girls shuffling closer to match up. Mika tried to rush in as Hitomi hoped, trying to grapple her but Hitomi raised her knee up, a light hit to Mika’s upper body to stop her advance. She shifted her leg to swing a genuine kick into Mika’s midsection, rattling the bigger blond so she grunted as her chest bounced in her spandex uniform. Hitomi bit back a smile of the early edge, swinging her fist down at Mika’s head but she threw up her forearm to deflect it, thrusting out with her shoulder to ram into Hitomi’s torso and knock her back a few paces. Mika threw a knife edge chop for Hitomi’s chest, hopping back just in time to keep it from lashing right across her own bouncing chest. She moved in quickly, following the opening from Mika’s attack and grabbing her arm, holding it away from Mika’s chest to hold her guard open and thrust in, slamming her elbow into Mika’s generous tits.

The hit to the sternum managed to wind her bigger foe, so Hitomi grabbed Mika by her arm and shoulder tossed her to the pavement, Mika landing on her back. Hitomi grinned as Mika winced, starting to take a step back to aim a kick for her foe. But she hardly got a half step when she halted, realizing she had let go of Mika’s arm but she had not let go of her in return.

“That’s what you get for trying to grapple a wrestler,” Mika grunted, grinning even as she winced from echoing pain of the throw. She kicked her legs out, smacking into Hitomi’s and making her stumble enough for her to swing her down to her level. Hitomi grunted girlishly as she hit the pavement as well, landing on her side when Mika lunged after her, raising her arm in midair to slam an elbow drop on top of Hitomi’s belly button.

The thinner fighter huffed and hugged her hands to gut, starting to bend forward to ease the shock to her stomach. Even at the short drop Mike had managed, it was a startling blow to her tender middle. With her momentarily winded, Mika took the chance to drag herself up, leaning a hand on the dumpster nearby to steady herself. While Hitomi was getting her breath back, Mika leaned down and grabbed her long brown hair by two big fistfuls.

She hoisted her to her feet, where Hitomi might be grateful if her legs were steadier and the pain in her scalp was lessened. Mika kept her control of Hitomi as she swung her by the hair, the Dead or Alive fighter’s back smashed into the nearest brick wall, body quaking from the blow and only just missing hitting her head on the brick as well by the grace of physics. The shock still rattled through her body, slouching a bit as she tried to regroup, running a hand through her just released scalp. Mika kept up her offensive, blitzing the lighter fighter by pressing her forearm into Hitomi’s chest just below her neck and above her breasts. It held her steady, Hitomi wincing and trying to pry her powerful arm away from her and free up her breathing.

Hitomi started sweating as she leaned back into the wall, using it for leverage to push back at Mika’s arm. She sucked in a quick breath, swinging up a knee at Mika’s ribs. Mika lowered her arm enough to catch her by the thigh with her free hand, letting Hitomi have to try and reclaim her balance again while she had time to wind up and slug her in the belly. Hitomi blurted out her freshly reclaimed air, her whole body quaking from the blow at first, then a pure shiver as her body reacted violently from the shock of the blow. It felt like Mika had hit clean through her and connected with the wall. Mika’s arm shoved back into Hitomi’s chest, holding her in place as she wound up again and hit her with another hammering fist into the belly. Hitomi was once again violently introduced to how much stronger Mika was in terms of raw power as she felt ready to throw up from the force of the blow and a mouthful of saliva splashed from her lips and over Mika’s arm. Mika didn’t seem to care.

Hitomi felt her eyes watering from the pain, holding her belly and her feet slipping over the pavement, back sliding down the wall. Her legs were giving out beneath her as the strength left her, but that wasn’t enough for Mika to consider her out of the fight. Again, Hitomi might be pleased with the respect that implied from Mika, if not for her particular position. Mika had backed up and let her slide, but only to rush back at her, leaping toward Hitomi and pivoting at the last minute for her famed Peach Bomber. Its fame was two-fold; it was a powerful midair slam that knocked down some of the heaviest of opponents, and it was done by hurling her thonged butt through the air and into her opponents. Both made for quite the crowd pleasing aspects. In this case, the powerful butt bomb smashed right into Hitomi’s chest, sandwiching her breasts between Mika’s round ass and Hitomi’s ribs, technically but truly caught between a rock and a hard place.

Hitomi screamed out, which she found all the more painful with the air being repeated bashed from her lungs. She actually felt the brickwork behind her crack and crumble a bit from the power of the running slam, dropping onto her butt against the wall with her head shaking listlessly. A common fighter would have been down and out some time ago, but Hitomi was made of tougher stuff. She grabbed at the dumpster nearby’s edge, trying to hoist herself back up to her knees while Mika took her traditional moment after her attack to readjust her thong.

By now a small crowd was present, mashed into the alley as best they could to witness the fight. “Good,” Mika thought, as they looked wide-eyed at their local barfight champion coughing and holding her bruised belly on the ground. “Time to make a real impression on them all, and show them just how tough the awesome Rainbow Mika is!” She wasn’t a truly malicious girl, but when her fame was on the line, she could easily get single-minded about this. Plus, as far as she could tell, Hitomi was losing, but still in this fight.

Mika grabbed Hitomi’s hand that rested on the dumpster, using it as a grip herself and stomping her big white boot into Hitomi’s breast, making her quake and grunt with the blow. She rained more stomping strikes onto her, occasionally straying to her belly and chest, but especially targeting her tits. Hitomi’s shirt was dirtied and starting to tear here and there as Mika’s boots did their work on her, squashing and sculpting her breasts around painfully as Hitomi wailed out girlishly, trying to get her hands up in the way of Mika’s feet, only for them to be easily swatted aside by the kicks and stomps and falling to her sides, leaving her wide open for the next attack.

The blond wrestler breathed heavy, her own big tits bouncing as she wiped some sweat from her brow. Hitomi whimpered in pain and wrapped her hands around her breasts, sure they were bruising and would swell up like watermelons by the next day, if not starting to already.

“Come on, get up,” Mika taunted, waving her hands expectantly at Hitomi. “These folks want a show, after all. Nothin’ worse than a short show!” She grabbed Hitomi by the shirt collar, lifting her up to her shaky legs again. Hitomi found her footing as Mika held her there, grabbing onto Mika’s shoulders for balance. Mika tried shaking her off, but when she held surprisingly firm, she gasped as she felt Mika reach around and cup her ass through her jeans. What she thought, in her haze of pain, to be a come-on, quickly was spoiled when Mika used her “lovehandles” to lift Hitomi off her feet by several inches, then drop her back towards the ground. This time, however, her feet didn’t make contact first. Her groin landed right on Mika’s extended knee, an atomic drop the sent a bolt of pain up Hitomi’s loins and pelvis that sent her mouth and eyes flying wide open, a muted scream as she could only squeak out at the pain pounded into her womanhood by Mika’s knee bone.

She found herself suspended on the knee, precariously balanced by Mika’s grip on her ass before she let go, shoving Hitomi back onto the dirty ground. Hitomi started to release small, high pitched whines, cupping her pussy as she kicked her feet in weak, random motions, trying to move her thigh muscles enough to relieve some of the pain. It did little, but it was all she could do. Mika shook out her head, blond pigtails wagging like an excited dog’s ears.

“Know you can take more than that, sweety,” Mika insisted, grabbing Hitomi’s hair again with one hand and lifting her up. Hitomi’s eyes opened gingerly, wincing at Mika and just able to recognize her before the wrestler hit her with a headbutt. Hitomi still saw her opponent, but she saw a lot more stars. She was stunned and a red welt on her forehead where Mika had bashed her skull into hers, mouth hanging open and breathing heavily, drooling a bit onto the pavement below them.

Mika grunted and bent over, hoisting Hitomi’s uppermost body and one arm over her shoulder. She took an audible huff of air in preparation, then stood upright, lifting Hitomi off her fee and several feet off the ground, almost totally over her head for a moment before she swung her back down. Again, Mika’s knee shot out, a backbreaker this time as Hitomi landed across her like the most painful mattress imaginable.

Hitomi’s daze was broken by another scream of agony, arched into a near total C shape. Mika helped this symbol take shape by reaching out, taking hold of Hitomi’s thigh and chin and pushing down on both, bending her further into her knee and arching her back. Fans took note of her pain, but at least as many noticed how this forced her tight tummy to stick up into the air and her tits to thrust out until it looked like her breasts would stab her bra right through her shirt, a few specks of the white undergarment visible.

Hitomi’s body rocked visibly as she heaved her huge breaths, body shocked and reacting poorly to the pain she was in. Mika held her there a good while before raising her one hand, twisting her fingers into a claw shape and slapping it onto Hitomi’s tight feminine abs. The abdominal claw clamped around her stomach muscles, squeezing and crushing at her midsection as Hitomi thrashed and gagged, slapping and clawing at the offending hand, but Mika’s grip shockingly powerful and experienced at the pro wrestling move. Hitomi’s stomach was an open book to her, and she was ripping out the pages as she pleased. At this rate, she would have trouble standing up with her stomach in so much pain, let alone winning this fight.

“Please!” Hitomi shrieked in a whisper. “I give!” Mika didn’t hear her plea, either by ignoring her or too caught up in the fight to genuinely hear her. This was clear when Mika let go, only to raise her hands high with their palms out, then clamp them together and smash a double-fisted ax handle onto Hitomi’s stomach. Hitomi’s breathe was hurled out of her again, hard enough for her body to buck upward and almost fold herself in half again before flopping limply over Mika’s knee again. She was a rag doll by now, and STILL Mika did not let up on her one-sided punishment. She grabbed Hitomi by the hem of her jeans, yanking them downward. Just a brief flash of pink panties was revealed as she repositioned the German girl (despite her name) to sit on her butt at Mika’s side, her upper body still arched over Mika’s leg. She raised her hands against and rained down her fists, hammer blows sinking into Hitomi’s soft breast meat. She tried to scream with each one, but she couldn’t muster the strength to keep pace with the rate at which Mika was beating on them like her busty drum set.

“Give… give…” Hitomi squeaked out, but then Mika formed a set of claws again, this time with both hands. Hitomi saw her and eyes went wide as they could manage (only so much, really, given her hazy state of mind). “No! No!” she pleaded, sensing where this was going. But Mika’s hands lashed down onto Hitomi’s breasts, squeezing them firmly and her strong fingers digging into her titflesh.

“Yes yes! How do you like the Super Mika Bread Kneading technique!?!” she boasted loudly, making sure she was heard over her opponent’s tormented screams. Hitomi thrashed like a docked fish, limb flying everwhere and her head waving back and forth, hair whipping as if she was trying to just refuse that this much pain could exist in her tits all at once. Mika mashed them into her palms, pulling the tender flesh that held her breast to her chest as she sculpted and kneaded them as she pleased. The shirt could only take so much punishment as Mika’s mauling went on, and soon her fingers were stabbing into her bare skin in some parts. She worked her breasts like a super strong safe cracker before Hitomi managed to find two brain cells that weren’t overwhelmed by pain and went from there.

“GIVE! GIVE! MIKA I GIVE! SUBMIT! PLEASE, STOP!!!” she howled out. Mika gave another firm shake of her breasts (Hitomi’s, though her own bounced considerable with the action). Hitomi’s whole body rattled by her twin handles before Mika shoved her off her knee, rolling pathetically on the pavement flat on her face. She at least got her knees up underneath her so the pressure on her tits was minimal, cradling them gingerly as she sucked in sharp breaths, careful not to take them too deep for the agony in her guts and chest would spit the air back out when she did. Mika placed a boot on Hitomi’s back, not especially heavy but more than enough to hold her down. She raised a fist over her head and thrust out her big chest.

“Your winner, ladies and gentleman!” she crowed. “Lifetime champion, Rainbow Mika!”

There was a fair amount of applause, Hitomi pained and miserable underfoot. Mika removed the boot at last as the crowd started to head inside or crowd around to pat Mika on the back. She squatted down by Hitomi and grinned a wide grin.

“You were GREAT out there, Hitomi,” Mika congratulated her, slapping her shoulder (one of the least painful places on her at the moment). “Really, I’ve seen grown dudes who can’t take a beating like that! You weren’t kidding when you said you were a fighter!”

Hitomi gave her a puzzled look, Mika’s smile never wavering. “I… thank you. You did well too,” Hitomi said meekly, not so much shy as it was that was all her lungs would let her manage right now.

“Thanks a bunch. Should be a nice kick in the butt to my rep around here. Won a few fans over for sure. So… you need a doctor or anything?” Mika offered casually.

Hitomi winced as she started to rise, and Mika took her arm to help her up. “I don’t think so… just bruised and scrapes. And a ruined shirt.”

“Really? Well I think it looks cool still.” Hitomi looked over the girl who had gone to the bar with a mask and cleavage-baring leotard, and let out a small giggle. “Come on. You may not need a doctor, but I know a girl who needs a drink when I see one.”

“Thank you,” Hitomi managed again as Mika led her back inside. The bruises were all over Hitomi, so she felt it at least fair that drinks were on her.