direct sequel to the other fight below. delayed in posting it here, just out of forgetfulness. the guy who paid for it is a huge fan of Hitomi, so he wanted the first fight to play out normally, and when he found out Hitomi loses, felt bad and... well, this one ends how it does. Feel kind of the same way about Reggie Bennet. Great wrestler, beautiful woman, but feel guilty if I were to favorite any matches in youtube where she loses. Mika also seems to come off as a much stronger and durable fighter in this one, something I attribute to Hitomi working on more cardio and all around fighting while Mika's the sort to work just on power and grappling.
Hitomi had been training hard since their barfight. She accepted her brutal loss to Rainbow Mika in the backalley, but a rematch was on her mind by the following afternoon. She did some last minute crunches in her changing room, toughening up her belly and sides for the fight a bit more. She was driven and focused for this fight, not only being the challenger but this time before a genuine audience, not whoever could fit into the doorway to the alleyway.
Mika fixed her pig tails proudly in the mirror, unable to stop her smiling. She was in her usual outfit, the flashy, revealing blue and white one-piece and mask, and not because she was being eccentric today. She was in her element, a public arena housing a wrestling ring. She'd meet back up with one of her funner opponents, and one she considered to be a decent friend as well. What was more, HE was watching. She felt there was no way she could lose now. She had taken down Hitomi on her own playing field, and she saw nothing to cause things to turn out differently.
The girls were called for their entrances at last. As the hometown heroine, Mika made her way to the ring first, trotting down the ramp on her boots and waving to the fans as she bounced along. Once she hopped the ropes, Mika circled the ring, waving to each side of the fans so each of them got their share of face time with her (and to more concern of some fans, time to look as she bent over the ropes or turnbuckle and strecthed the rear of her costume further up her ass). She couldn't help but linger at one side of the ring, as her eyes became caught up by the one figure in the audience who mattered most. Every fan mattered of course, but this was her idol we're talking about. The giant bear-wrestler Zangief sat in the crowd, massive arms folded as he watched with a big bearded grin, the seats next to him empty not out of necessity, just to allow the giant man some much needed elbow room.
Hitomi followed suit before long, strutting out in her simple jeans and yellow tank top much like the ones she wore the night of their first bout. It was her message, in the back of her mind, that she could beat this girl and prove how much she'd improved herself in body and style. All the sparring and working out would not be for nothing, she assured herself as she climbed the ring steps and slid in between the ropes.
Mika was stretching readily in her corner, her getup slightly less silly in her natural environment. Tits bouncing, she greeted her with a happy grin full of white teeth. Hitomi shook out her legs, the girls sharing a glance. It wasn't much, but it lingered as well. No mercy, just like in the alley. The fans were already run down on the rules for this bout by the announcer; essentially another no holds barred, all out brawl of a match with one exception. Tonight, the winner would be decided by whoever can keep the other down for a 3-count pinfall. It was another thing to encourage Mika that she had the advantage, and Hitomi wanted it that way. She wanted to show that she could beat this girl at her own game, not just in another straight rematch. It would be on her terms and her turf, further fuel to the fires of Hitomi's confidence and ego that she would come out on top.
The announcer checked each girl was ready, each just answering with a nod as if worried about breaking their interlocked gaze. The bell rang out for all to hear and the girls both came out swinging.
Mika brought her arms out wide for a simple grappling stance, grabbing for Hitomi's upper body. She was expecting as much, watching some of Mika's matches in hopes of picking up on her moves. Whether Mika thought she was facing another wrestler or what, Hitomi was able to crouch a bit and twist, sliding from her grasp. She was quick on her feet to the point of choreography, Mika throwing a backhand chop at her but Hitomi raised an arm to block that as well. The wrestler tried changing her footing to strike at her, but Hitomi ducked in and threw a swift jab up into Mika's abdomen. The big blonde let out a rewarding "UFF!" at the impact, doublng up a bit as Hitomi grabbed at Mika's bicep, holding the arm up out of her way to let her release another gut buster, and then twice more. Mika doubled up a bit more each time, Hitomi smirking a bit in her crouching position. She kept feeling her fists slap into Mika's abs and hammer away at her stomach muscles, feeling their toughness with each strike.
She didn't really consider the attacks beyond the effect they seemed to be having on her bigger opponent. The fact that Mika's abs were every bit as solid as hers hadn't occured to her in her excitement, or that they were soaking up quite a lot of the damage she was dishing out as they tensed, bouncing her fist back a little more each time. Mika's leaning soon proved not to be wholly reflex, as she wrapped her arms around Hitomi's waist and hoisted up suddenly.
Hitomi shouted out in surprise, thrashing as Mika lifted her right over her shoulder. Her spine rested across her shoulder bone, an ache in itself but Hitomi feeling far more concerned with the vulnerable position and what Mika could do to her. She felt the blond's heavy breathing as she suspended her in midair, feeling her muscles bulge to hold her up. Feeling the power in them, she realized that the whole while she had been training, it was only logical that Mika had been doing the same.
Mika swung her arms back down, bringing Hitomi with them so that her upper back smashes down on the mat like a hammer. "OHHHHHHH!" She cried out and held her back, rolling on the mat as best she could but Mika maintaining some pressure on her legs. She grabbed onto Hitomi's one leg in particular, pulling at it to drag her towards the ropes. Hitomi didn't have plans to discover what move she wanted to pull on her next before the roaring crowd, so she sent a kick into Mika's chest with her free leg.
The heel stunned her enough for a second wide kick to slam into her side, staggering the busty wrestler at last and making her let go of Hitomi's leg. She nimbly leapt to her feet, throwing her weight into an elbow into Mika's sternum that on top of jiggling her chest around some more, shoved her backward towards a corner.
Mika gripped the ropes to steady herself in her newfound corner, Hitomi quick to not let her be able to regain her own pace. It wasn't by much, but she seemed to have speed over the big blond, so she took a few quick steps to rush at her and throw a knee up into Mika's belly. Her abs tensed, but the twisting in Mika's expression showed she had felt it all the same. Hitomi brought her hand up to grip Mika's wrist, holding her against the ropes so she could ready and bring up her knee again.
Mika's body tried to double up from the blow, but her tensed body and Hitomi's grip on her arm kept her from fully doing so. Hitomi felt her stomach muscles resist, but less with every hit. Mika seemed to get over the pain quickly enough and swing a punch for Hitomi's head, but she blocked her counter. Hitomi hammered her with a third knee, hardly getting much resistance at all this time.
Caught up in her offense, Hitomi didn't factor in Mika's ability for creative violence. The blond head shot forward, pigtails like a comet's tail as she headbutted Hitomi hard. It rattled her skull as if she'd been slammed into the turnbuckle itself, Hitomi's attack stopped dead as she took a few weak steps back on wobble legs. Mika was quick to grab the ropes properly again, using them for leverage to hoist her feet off the mat and relocate them into Hitomi's chest at high velocity. Simply put, the kick to the chest smashed Hitomi clean off her feet and rolling like a tumbleweed.
The slim Japanese girl coughed and held her chest as Mika got her bearings. Mika rushed at Hitomi as she started to crawl to her feet, diving at her and slamming her knees into Hitomi's chest, one driving into each of her shapely breasts. The air blasted out of her lungs from the harsh impact, Mika landing and rolling to her knees nearby as Hitomi coughed out and clutched her bosom in pain, thrashing on the mat. Mika got up again, not her quickest pace as she was still getting her wind back, but she took off running a few moments later. This time, she dashed away from Hitomi, hitting the ropes and bouncing off.
Mika rushed back as Hitomi coughed for air, cradling her breasts and standing back upright (more or less) as Mika bounced off the ropes, swinging a powerful arm right into her neck. Hitomi choked out a splash of drool as she was swept off her feet by the forearm to the throat, flopping hard onto her back and thrashing on the ground once again. She clutched her neck and hacked for air, tongue flopping out from all of her surprised choking.
Mika trotted to a stop, throwing up a powerful fist with a triumphant "YEA!" that got the crowd roaring for her display of power and athleticism. Zangeif was among the quieter onlookers, but he smiled under his bushy beard, and Mika let herself lose just enough focus to blush before turning back to her opponent.
The blond bent down and grabbed Hitomi by the hair, not nearly enough strength or air left in her body to get up under her own power. Mika stayed behind her, wrapping her arms around her slender waist and grabbing hold of the hem of her pants. It was time to really wow the crowd.
Mika swung Hitomi back, arching her own body to suplex Hitomi into the mat. She would have bounced from the impact, but Mika kept her grip on her pants, jostling a bit to show a flash of her panties, but staying in place. Hitomi's eyes flew wide, stunned at her painful view of the world upside down. She didn't even have the strength to let her body fall to the mat, especially as Mika rolled back upright, still holding onto her. Again, she hoisted Hitomi up high and smashed her back and shoulders into the mat, rattling down her spine and making Hitomi let out a pained gasp of a scream, shuddering from the impact. It was almost too much for her to bear, this much pain and punishment. She felt herself leaving the mat again... no, not again!
A third suplex hit home, crushing Hitomi into the mat one more time. Mika got up to her knees, leaning on them and catching her breath she looked to her hero in the audience. Even Zangeif had to drop his tough guy facade, slapping his neighboring fans on the back and grinning hugely as the rest of the crowd went wild with that display.
Mika took a few moments to catch her breath, sweating heavily but clearly far better off than Hitomi, the half-upside down, bruised girl with her mouth hanging open in a stupor. Mika finally stood back up, grabbing Hitomi by one arm and twisting it as she pulled her back up, Hitomi moaning out miserably as she was dragged into a corner again by her masked opponent. Mika leaned her into the corner, sending a knife edge chop across her rack that made Hitomi's smaller but perky breasts bounce. She grabbed her arm again, intent on whipping her across the ring to let her battered back meet the opposing turnbuckle.
Hitomi grabbed the ropes desperately, holding herself back as much as up. Her body twisted to resist, Mika's rack pushed into her back and Hitomi shaking her head in a mix of confused denial and shaking loose the cobwebs. It was proving harder and harder to fight hard, so she desperately tried to fight smart. She swung backward with one hand, a poor angle for punching so she settled for stinging, distracting slaps to try to make her break her hold and concentration. A few to the face, some to the sides, and finally one managed to connect with Mika's exagerated teat. The blond's udder bounce around, wincing a bit from the sting but largely ignoring Hitomi's attempt at a counter as she whipped her into the opposite direction.
...except that Mika hadn't noticed that her hand had gotten caught on the top of her costume. Now, Mika wasn't an easy girl to embarass. The girl spent about 3/4th of her day jiggling, after all. But before a crowd, wound up from a fight with her rival and quite suddenly toples with her jugs bouncing as if excited to finally be freed in the presence of her idol, she had every right to blush and freeze up. Hitomi barely staggered a pace or two, since she managed to catch herself on Mika's suddenly flying free top in one hand. Hitomi was still halfway into dreamland, but she pieced together that one way or another, Mika had stopped and she was in only bearable amounts of pain.
Hitomi ducked, grabbed hold of Mika's leg, and twisted her body with all her might, suddenly dropping her onto her back. "1! 2! 3!" she shouted out quickly. Upset or not, the crowd was exploding at this comeback, the bell sounding and honestly surprising both of the combatants.
"Wh-what?!" Mika stammered, managing to cover her chest at last and looking around frantically. The official stepped back in long enough to help Hitomi back to her feet (she was still grabbing Hitomi's leg desperately, as if she couldn't hear the count and wanted to make sure). He raised her hand up high for the roaring fans.
Mika pouted a bit, kneeling and covering her bosom (a job she quickly learned took both hands at her bust line), but she sat up and hugged Hitomi. Hitomi didn't quite have enough wits to consider just how awkward this was with her opponent topless as she was, but hugged back limply.
"You got lucky, but you got me fair," Mika confessed. "I just won't let it happen again, you got it?" Mika grinned at her. Hitomi managed a smile, laughter seeming to hurt her ribs too much, and instead just offered Mika back her top. She shoved it crudely into place over her teats as Zangeif came towards the ring. It was hardly a minute after the fight had ended, and the fans were still going wild, but a man of his size tended to make his own path.
"Not bad, little one," the brawny, scarred up Russian praised. "Can't win them all, but a good wrestler always puts on a show for his fans. Just... usually not so MUCH of a show." Even under his massive beard, Zangeif blushed and tried averting his eyes from her chest (it just took up so much damn space!).
Mika blushed as well, but beamed bright and wide. Such high talk from her idol and know she had the fight under control for so long... and the practical fireworks display of pride on Hitomi's face. It was a loss Mika could handle for now.
