She double checked the mirror and stepped out through the curtain... Pat Savage was tall, and possessing toned from a steady workout over the last dozen or so years of her life. Chin-length blond hair with the slightest curl to it towards the bottom, small but strong facial features, contrary to her big and shapely DD’s.
She’d had an adventurous personality and an aptitude for sports, and did a lot of rock climbing, hiking, you name it. But wrestling was her calling, as far as she was concerned. She’d been a pro wrestler for the most part, working in various leagues, but the fights still excited her. She’d even been in her share of bar brawls, and some less legal pit fighting when she was in a particular jam once. And again when she needed some quick cash to pay off her car. She was a modern day adventurer, in her own rights.
Along her career as a wrestler, she kept running afoul (emphasis on the foul) of Ikko Masami. She was tall Japanese woman, with long straight black hair and a pureblood heritage made her foreign features rather distinct. Full lips and a sizable chest were the only particular traits contrary to that.
Somewhere around their first meeting, Ikko had apparently decided that Pat her rival. Somewhere further along, she’d apparently upgraded her to a full blown enemy. They had clashed in the ring during Pat’s run in the XWF. It was still talked about as an all-time classic, with the asian and the blond battling back and forth until Pat just managed enough strength to counter a suplex and slam Ikko into unconsciousness long enough to pin her.
Maybe it was the fact that it was such a close match, but Ikko HATED her for it. She challenged her, even ambushed her outside the ring, but each time Pat managed to just squeak by and pull off a victory. When Pat was traded off to another league (a finer paycheck, so fine with her), Ikko immediately quit the XWF and followed her there.
All those losses didn’t sit well with Ikko, so she’d challenged Pat to fight her in her own home. A private battle until either they or their bodies gave in. The two women had brutalized eachother across most of Ikko’s home before Pat, sporting a black eye and a heavy a limp, got Ikko in a combined leg scissors and chokehold. Ikko’s will refused to give up, leaving her to black out in her nemesis’ grasp.
Their last fight was very, very different. When Pat was hired on for a session with one of those online wrestling companies that were getting so popular, she didn’t suspect they’d also picked up Ikko for her opponent. She was even more shocked to find just how much Ikko had changed from her last defeat. Gone was the tall and slender doll-like figure. She’d beefed up significantly, thick abs and steely hard arms and toned legs. She quickly found out into their match that Ikko had not only increased her muscle mass, but her tolerance for pain in general. Whatever kind of nightmarish punishment she’d put herself through to develop that concerned Pat, but that was only after the match. It was a massacre, and Pat didn’t much like to remember some of the things she put her through and made her say before leaving her broken on the mats.
Pat hadn’t seen or heard from Ikko in over a year. She assumed the Asian was satisfied with her victory and utter destruction of the blond athlete as the turning of the tide, the single brutal beatdown more than enough payback for her numerous losses. Pat didn’t care for the idea at all herself. She was competitive, but a close loss to Ikko, she could understand. It was endurance alone that overcame her in most of their matches, and it was luck in the rest.
Pat decided to take a page out of Ikko’s book and train like hell. She worked her body to its limits, then made new limits, and then worked it to them instead. Jogging, weightlifting, sparring, everything she could to further hone her attractively muscled body. After the last year of focusing on that humiliation to drive her to overtake her Japanese foe, Pat felt ready.
So there they were. A private ring at a local gym, bought out by a video company that sold wrestling videos and more than happy to accommodate by filming this veteran grudge match. Both women were both at a ripe age in their early 30’s, bodies well maintained and practically in their primes, the strongest and toughest they’d been since the start of their careers.
Pat stepped through the curtain, a scare crew there filming and managing boom mics and such. She ignored them, and the cute, chesty younger girl in a checkered tank top and booty shorts at ringside. The company’s substitute for a ref, which worked for her, in a way. She was there to make sure counts were fair, though the busty bimbo’s counting skills were questionable to her. Pat entered in a white bikini, exposing all but the more intimate areas of her muscular bod. She was plenty proud of it after all her hard work, and as she made her way to the ring, she decided to pose and posture a bit for the camera. They were paying the girls for the rights to the match, after all, so why not toss them a bone (so to speak)?
Pat did some breathing and light stretching as she saw her hated enemy enter from her own side of the gym. Ikko went appropriately contrary to her attire, a tight black bikini all but painted onto her. The Jap strutted towards the ring, slow and powerful looking like a jungle cat, seeming to make her every step and movement tense and ripple as many of her muscles as possible. Pat had to admit as Ikko sneered wicked at her, locking her dark eyes with her own, that Ikko was certainly bigger than her, even after all her hard work. Taller, with thicker and harder muscles, longer legs... the only size advantage Pat seemed to have was her tits, and while subjects of pride, they wouldn’t do her much good in a fight. Ikko’s pecs and almost complete lack of body fat seemed to pull hers up into smaller, firmer shapes, almost aggressively pointed in front of her, or in this case right at Pat as Ikko stretched her long toned legs in her corner.
“Been a long time,” Ikko grinned with a wide white smile. “I thought you were content with only losing to me once.”
Pat shook out her hair a bit readily and smirked back. “Don’t count on it happening more than once. You’re mine, China doll, and I’m gonna break you just like I always do.”
“You seem to forget last time. Do you think I damaged your memory as much as your back?”
“History repeats itself,” Pat said back. “And I’ve got history on my side.”
“And things change as well.” Ikko mused casually as she flexed one of her biceps showily. “I thought I taught you that last time when you stained the mats with your beautiful tears.”
“Flattery gets you no where. Now let’s wrestle, already.”
“Gladly,” Ikko purred, moving towards her opponent with big arms raised as an open invitation for a lockup. Pat knew she’d want to test her out and prove her superiority, but she knew she had experience on her side, if just a bit. Either way, she’d have to gauge Ikko at some point and see how much both of them had changed. Following their cue rather than vice versa, the ref girl at ringside only then rang the bell.
Both girls moved slow and steady for eachother, locking arms into a classic collar and elbow lockup. There was a second or two of mutual pressure before Pat felt her concerns confirmed, with a sudden shocking ache in her shoulders as Ikko dug her strong fingers into her muscles. Pat let out a sharp cry, and she couldn’t help but notice the way Ikko’s eyes lit up at the sounds of her pain and a smile crept across her lips.
Ikko quickly took advantage of her leverage, pulling down on Pat’s body so she could deliver a knee into the blond’s abs. Pat gave a grunt as the cheap shot as it drove some air from her, making her double up. It just made things worse as she heard Ikko taunt over her.
“You’re leaving those fat sacks of yours wide open,” she purred, just before another knee went up and mashed into her left breast. Pat let out a loud grunt as the orb was slammed into her ribs with painful force, instinctively trying to cup her chest to ease the pain. Ikko used the opening to grab onto Pat’s bikini bottoms and wrap an arm around her neck, slamming backward to drive Pat’s face into the mat.
Pat bounced on the mat briefly before holding her head, trying to rise to her knees. Ikko was hitting hard and fast, and she knew she’d have to regroup and give as good as she took to mount a comeback. It wasn’t quite to be, as Ikko sat down hard on her lower back, grabbing one of Pat’s legs and bending it back in a boston crab.
“Aghhhh!” Pat cried out as her thigh was stretched and knee bent awkwardly, only more as Ikko found her leverage and bent it until Pat’s shapely body was rearranged to look almost like a C.
Ikko let out a low hum, almost a moan. “There’s the screams I’ve missed for all this time. It’s making me all nostalgic,” she purred.
Pat grunted as she endured the twisting leg hold. “You’re sick, you know that?” she growled, trying to drag herself and her bigger opponent towards the ropes. Even if the ditzy ref didn’t call for a rope break, she could she could use the leverage to wriggle free.
“Well maybe it’s because you just can’t hear yourself. Let me turn up the volume, Patty Cake.”
“I told you not to AGHHHHH!!” Pat to scream out in surprise and pain when Ikko suddenly shifted her grip so that she could grab two of her toes and twist them, working the tender little digits maliciously. Pat howled out, loudly as Ikko had predicted as she beat her fist on the mat. The ref went over to check on her for a submission, but Pat ignored her completely as the shocking pain in her legs and feet went on.
Ikko cackled from her perch on Pat’s back, her abs and biceps tensing as she poured the pressure on Pat’s leg and mangled her toes. “Save your breath now, Patty,” Ikko called back derisively. “I want you screaming all match long, so don’t waste your energy just yet.”
She didn’t notice that Pat had reached the ropes, grabbing the bottom chord to pull herself slightly higher up. She used the angle to slam an elbow back into Ikko’s side, making her grunt but she didn’t budge. Instead she leaned in and bit into Pat’s big toe, getting another agonized howl out of her. Pat gripped the rope tighter, then focused hard enough to send another elbow into her ribs, then another. The fourth got a grunt out of Ikko, who let go of her leg and backed away as if by choice. Pat hoped she’d hurt her enough to make her break the hold, but it may have been her being smart enough to realize it wasn’t worth the tradeoff and ending it before things got too bad.
Either way, Pat took the reprieve to get back to her feet, shaking some cobwebs and catching her breath. Her legs were sore, especially her right, making them feel heavier. She saw Ikko eying her hungrily, a wolf circling its prey. She steeled herself, getting back upright and rolling her shoulders.
Ikko moved in quickly, trying to circle Pat while staying light on her bare toes. Pat had to strain to keep facing her, and tried not to wince at the fact. Ikko managed to outpace her before long, lunging in to grab her arm and twist it around her back. She held her wrist at arm’s length, Pat’s face twisting in anger and discomfort as her arm was twisting in its shoulder joint. She grabbed for Ikko’s hand, only to find it just out of reach, and Ikko giving it a firmer twist. Pat was bent double trying to minimize the pressure and squirm free, but before she could muster anything useful, Ikko put her plan into effect.
With her longer leg, Ikko threw a straight kick into Pat’s injured leg, striking at her lower thigh by her knee. “AHH!” Pat cried and flinched, trying to hold onto the leg to ease the pain but Ikko ignored it, sending another stomping blow into her leg to work it further. A third made Pat lose her balance completely, falling to one knee with her gorgeous face twisted as if trying to comprehend the pain pulsing through her leg. Ikko laughed loudly, ringing in Pat’s ears before another kick, this time to the head, had very much the same effect as the laughter, if for different reasons.
The foot crashed into her temple and Pat crashed to the mat, head bouncing again off the mat as she groaned and rubbed at her head, fingers running through her blond hair. Ikko stepped in after her, rolling her onto her back to expose her chest and belly before flexing her fingers into a claw shape. Raising it up for the camera as warning, sge slammed it down onto Pat’s stomach and squeezed an abdominal claw. It locked around Pat’s six-pack like they were a handle, and Patty gagged and squirmed, thrashing wildly as she grabbed Ikko’s hand and tried to pull it out of her. It felt like she was squeezing her insides through her belly, and her nails scratched against her skin.
“You feel that?” Ikko hissed through grit teeth, leering with a twisted grin into the horrified and agonized Patricia’s face. “That agony in your abs? Worse than any workout you ever felt, isn’t it?” Pat was having enough trouble breathing and not vomiting, unable to answer.
“It’s pathetic. After your last win, I put myself through the worst training I could imagine. I trained until I passed out or was paralyzed every day I could. And you know why? Because I knew whatever pain I put myself through, I would deliver it right back to you, ten times over!”
Patricia writhed into an angle to allow a quick suck of breath, then shifted her weight as she swung her knee up and smacked into the side of the sadistic Asian’s head. Ikko’s face twisted and blinked, brains clearly rattled from the sudden head shot. Pat hurled herself at her, tackling her backward onto the mat. Breathing and sweating heavily, Pat straddled her stomach and grabbed Ikko by her long dark hair. She started throwing punches with her free hand, Ikko’s head rattling with each consecutive shot.
“Eat this, you freaking psychopath!” Pat snarled at her as she took out her revenge from her still red and agonizing belly.
Ikko managed to regroup and lashed out with her painted nails, scraping both of them over Pat’s eyes. She shrieked and clutched her face, Ikko taking the opening to bring her fists together into a single ball and swinging a hammer blow right between Pat’s shapely tits. It further winded the blond, who toppled off the nasty Asian from the impact.
“Time for you to tap, blondie!” Ikko spat at her, grabbing her by one still twisted ankle and dragging her to the edge of the ring, ducking under the ropes to slide outside.
“Hey, no running from the match!” the ref girl objected, more cute than stern.
“I am not running, ref!” Ikko laughed aloud. “I am just making sure she doesn’t!” Ikko grabbed Pat by the ankle, Pat feeling herself get dragged off while flailing her hands, realizing what was coming.
“Wait! Ikko, don’t AGHHHAAA!” Ikko pulled her leg over the ring apron, then hammered Pat’s knee into the metal of the turnbuckle, getting an agonized howl out of the blond. She spasmed violently, grabbing for her knee and clutching it desperately. Ikko grinned hugely at her success, grabbing the leg again. Pat’s grip shielded her knee, but Ikko ignored it and smashed her leg into the pole again, this time the calf banging into it. Pat cried out again in labored breaths, huge chest heaving as Ikko pulled her leg back for another swing.
“GIVE UP!” she snarled sharply at the blond victim. “Tap or I swear I’ll break this long pretty leg of yours!”
Bluff or not, Patty rapidly beat the mat, nodding at the ref’s general direction. “I give! Give!” she yelped. Worst case, Ikko was serious and she was just saving herself from a major injury. Best case, she was simply saving the use of her leg for the following matches, where she could fight smarter and start fresh.
Ikko grinned and let go of the leg, holding up her hands as if claiming innocence before going to her corner and scaling the stairs. “One for me, Pattycake!” she called across the ring as the ref came in to help Pat back up, finally insisting she was fine and making it to her corner unaided, if limping a bit.
There was a minute break between falls, and Pat took the most of it. She took a towel to wipe the sweat off her face and chest, and checked her leg and belly. Nothing permanent, but still very sore. She could see the jackal smile on Ikko’s distinctly foreign features, and she knew she’d do anything to capitalize on the weakness and hurt Patty more.
The bell rang after their minute, the ladies rising up again. Ikko seemed almost fully refreshed from the breather, while Pat was visible worn out. Ikko moved in after her, Pat keeping her distance to try and wait for an opening. Ikko feinted a few times, making her jolt in reply and even reaching out for harmless but derisive slaps to her face. Pat was getting plenty mad before Ikko made her move, trying a low lunging tackle for Pat’s weaker leg.
She sidestepped the spear, twirling around so that when Ikko spun to face her, Pat lashed out her arms around her and caught the black-clad Asian in a bearhug. Her biceps bulged and she clenched her jaw, wrapping her proud pythons around her foe and squeezing hard. Ikko grunted, twisting and flexing her own impressive muscles within her grasp. Pat struggled to hold on, leaning back to try and rob her of her leverage. She couldn’t hold her up for long, and Ikko’s arms were stronger in pushing out against her, but she was holding her. It was concerning to be body to body with Ikko though, feeling that what she’d said about her training just might be true. Her muscles felt like iron to go up against, and Pat’s own soft tits squashed back, yieliding against her foe’s firm pectorals.
“You’re just stalling me with those pathetic muscles. I’m going to tear you in half when I get free,” Ikko growled.
“You’ll have to break out first,” Pat grunted back, giving another twist of her arms to try and squeeze the air from the giant muscle queen.
“Why wait?” Ikko grunted, and quickly pulled her head back and swung it forward, smashing her skull into Pat’s right between the eyes.
Pat looked utterly stunned, letting go and stumbling back as if her legs were failing her. Ikko marched up to her, grabbing her by the hair and delivering another headbutt that rattled her whole body. Still held on by the hair, Ikko grabbed one of Pat’s arms, hoisting her up and dropping her back first across her knee, getting a painful spasm, a choked scream, and a thud from Pat as she landed on the mat, rolling onto her chest as she held her busted spine with her palm, feet kicking the mat in a pained tantrum.
“You were an idiot to come back for me,” Ikko snapped down at Pat, stalking over her as she barely heard her over the pain in her back. “I really should thank you for being such a brainless bitch, though. I was starting to miss your screams.” She walked over to Pat’s lower half, and stomped her sole onto Pat’s ankle. She twisted it there, grinding at the tender joint while Pat screamed and writhed on the mat, grabbing at her leg to try and reach and the colossal Asian warrior.
“No way for you to outrun me now, white whore,” Ikko warned. “Nothing to do but fight me like a REAL woman.” Pat was still fighting off crying, curling up and holding her ankle. She started to rise gingerly, though under the watchful eyes of Ikko. What fight she had in her was now mostly being spent on blocking out all the pain in her bones and muscles. As she got to one knee, looking at her feet for focus, she looked up again to see Ikko wasn’t there. Further looking around showed her bouncing off the ropes and barreling towards her.
Pat panicked and threw up her hands to block, but Ikko gave a short leap and shot out both of her feet under her guard, dropkicking her right into the abs and knocking her back, tumbling head over heels and winding up leaning against the ropes, arms resting on the bottom row. Ikko followed closely, throwing in more stomps at Pat’s legs and hips, making the blond jolt a bit and grip the ropes as some small relief from the shocks of pain in her battered legs.
She held onto the ropes, but when Ikko stopped it just made her more concerned. After a few seconds of mercy, she began to push herself back up, using the ropes like a makeshift ladder. Before she could reach her feet, Ikko had already climbed to the top turnbuckle. Pat was about to get to her knees when Ikko leapt off, twisting so that her knee smashed down on the back of Pat’s calf, digging it brutally into the mat.
Pat let out a high scream and fell over, curling up in agony as Ikko laughed louder than ever, throwing up her hands as if urging applause from fans. Pat could only curse sporatically as she squirmed on the mat, rolled into a ball of utter pain.
“They’ll have to drag you out of here in a stretcher, Patty,” Ikko hissed, leaning on her knees so that her mouth was intimately close with Pat’s ear. “Or maybe a body bag, if I’m feeling ambitious!”
Pat groaned lowly as she clutched her leg, rolling slowly as she focused and heard Ikko walking away from her. Pat reminded herself of her own advice, and knew she’d have to fight smart. The thudding footsteps could only mean so much, and Ikko sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her to recover for long.
“Say good night, Pattycake!” Ikko crowed. Pat let her veteran mind race. The voice was coming from up high, but not so close that it was just from her impressive height. That meant the ropes again, and since she was nowhere near the corner right now...
Pat shoved hard on the mat, forcing her muscles to work without blinding herself with agony. She threw herself to one side, barrel rolling away from Ikko’s incoming leg drop. Not only did her leg hit the mat instead of Pat’s throat, but her hip as well, sending a shock up her tailbone. Ikko arched her back, face a mix of pain and surprise twisting her lovely foreign features.
Pat’s body urged her to rest, but she knew she couldn’t afford to wait for a better opportunity. She kept her body rolling, hitting the opposite ropes and rebounding back at the downed Asian. Ikko got herself to her knees, but was quickly hit by a clothesline to the neck. Ikko slammed back down, Pat hitting the opposite ropes and riding the momentum. She quietly cursed when she saw Ikko rising again through raw endurance, even if rubbing her neck. Still she charged again, swinging her leg into the back of Ikko’s knee like a field goal kicker.
Ikko went back down again, slamming into her muscular back. She growled angrily, forcing herself to rise again, but more dazed than hurt from being hurled up and down so rapidly. Pat hit the original set of ropes again, bouncing back and then ducking down to spear into the rising Ikko’s midsection. Essentially football tackling the Asian, she went down all the same, still off balance from her rapid attacks. Ikko hit her back on the mats with another angry grunt, struggling to get her feet back under her.
Pat hurried to get a hold of her legs, lifting them to stretch them up over Ikko’s chest and midsection. The big Asian felt heavier than she’d like to admit, but she still got her bent so that her ass aimed up at the skylights, and toes back over her own head.
“Ughh, let me up, you sneaky little...” Ikko hissed, but Pat was alrea dy on the move again. She held Ikko’s legs in the awkward position,then leapt up, raising her legs high as she did. This slammed the bottom of her flexed thighs on top of Ikko’s, essentially sitting at high velocity on the back of her hips.
Ikko gave a cry of rage as her body rattled, and Pat had to hope there was some pain in her voice as well. She grabbed for Ikko’s bare ankles, pushing down on them with her hands while she put her full weight down on top of Ikko’s lower legs. The result had Ikko all but flipped upside down, and while she kicked and thrashed with her strong legs, bucking Patty around for a wild ride, the ref saw enough to lean into the ring, big tits pressing into the mat as she counted.
“1! 2!” Ikko gave a huge muscular kick like a mule, Patty faltering slightly but refusing to give up her hold, digging her fingers into Ikko’s thick thigh muscles for a grip and keeping the hold on the pin. “3!”
Ikko gave another rough kick, but Pat rolled with it, gracefully taking the bump to the hip and getting to her feet quickly. Ikko rose up swiftly, and in all their matches, Pat had never seen her look so furious, so damned ready to explode. Insulted by her win more than hurt, Ikko got up quickly and looked ready to rush Patty. She kept her guard up as she backed towards her corner, Ikko either regaining her cool or satisfied to see that Pat was still afraid of her to some degree.
The big sadist returned to her corner, but didn’t seem to be resting so much as catching her breath from her near outburst. Pat all but collapsed into her corner, breathing heavy to regroup from her successful attack. She had to smile a little though. She won. It was possible. She wasn’t utterly unclassed. A bit lucky maybe, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’d won a match by calling upon it.
The minute went by quicker than she’d hoped, and not quick enough for Ikko. Pat felt her muscles nearing their limit, while Ikko was dying for revenge. The bell sounded and they both rose to full height, moving in on eachother rapidly. Ikko went in aggressively, swinging a hand to try and grab onto Patty, but she dodged back around it. She rushed back in to swing a forearm into Ikko’s head, stunning her with a grunt. Taking it as a good start, Patty starting bringing her fist into her forehead as quickly as she could manage, trying to pummel the Asian senseless and pick up another round for the win.
Before long though, Ikko threw up a thick arm, catching Patty by her wrist and squeezing it in her vice-like grip. Pat gave a cry of surprise, pulling at her arm a moment before Ikko reached up and raked her nails across her face. Patty shrieked as the world went black, her vision blurred from tears when she managed to open her eyes.
There was a pink blur, all the hint she got that Ikko’s fist was sailing right into her nose. The single blow floored Patty, holding her face and groaning as she tried to roll herself over and get back up. By then Ikko had a grip on her bare foot, raising her left leg up.
“No more tricks out of you!” Ikko snarled before sending her sole squarely into the side of Patty’s knee. The blond screamed out in agony, the hard joint bashed a second time with similar writhing from Patty’s body and limbs. “You’re too stupid to know when to stay down, so let me just make sure that you don’t think about getting back up.”
Both of Patty’s legs were in agony now, being stomped, bitten, twisted, and smashed throughout the fight. They throbbed even when she was laying down, and she moaned as she tried to rub some feeling back into her calf, or at least some numbness. Anything better than the pain...
But Ikko took her by both legs this time, dragging her across the mat. Patty yelped as her back dragged over the mat, having to grab for her white bikini top to hold it in place at one point from its back rubbing against her skin. It did little to stop the rug burn she experienced, but it was a drop in the bucket. One more thing to recover from after her fight. She threw some kicks at Ikko, but her grip just clenched harder around her sore ankles, making Patty shout in surprise and lose the fight in her quickly.
Ikko reached the edge of the ring, stepping her tall figure over the top rope. “This was one I was saving just for you,” she purred, licking her lips as if aroused by the pain she had in mind for Patty. She hooked Patty’s knees over the top rope, then leaned back herself. Outside the ring, the camera got a terrific shot of her chiseled abs, as if offering the ref nearby to grate cheese on them.
Ikko supported herself on her hands a moment, then stretched her legs up high and wrapped them around Pat’s, tangling in a complex and clearly practiced maneuver boiling down to an upside down figure four over the ropes. The combination of Ikko’s leg muscles crushing Patty’s in her hold as well as her superior weight pulling down on her limbs, grinding them harder into the ropes that dug into her skin and joints and scraped at them with the burn of their hard elastic, Pat Savage screamed bloody murder.
“GODDDDD! STOP! STOP! LET GO!” Patty pleaded, blinded by the pain in her legs as her hands slapped the mat furiously. Ikko laughed over her, beaming brightly as her black hair hung towards the ground.
“Wonderful, Pattycake! You’re doing admirably! Even in my darkest wet dreams, you didn’t scream quite that loud! Wonderful, my little pain bitch! Just wonderful!”
Pat was in too much horrible pain to respond, screaming until she drooled over the mats, face twisting untilit looked ready to cry. Her legs were under so much pressure she was scared that her knees might just pop out of place at this rate.
“I do hope you like my Hangman Guillotine,” Ikko went on, her pale skin growing a bit red from all the flexing of her huge calf muscles and hanging upside down all the while. “I tried to keep it secret so you wouldn’t see it coming. I just wanted your pure, unbridled pain and terror in those screams. I hope you don’t mind my not testing this out before, so don’t blame me if your legs just dislocate from your hips.”
“LET GO!” Pat howled desperately. “I can’t feel my legs! I can’t walk! Let go pleaaaase!!” she promised, unsure of her claim but everything feeling like it had the worst pins and needles, and bones feeling ready to crack.
Ikko finally spread her legs, going as far as a graceful upside down split as Patty collapsed to the ground, gasping and just shy of sobbing as she hugged one of her legs to her chest. Ikko let herself down with the grace of a gymnast, her tighter muscles rolling visibly before she climbed back in under the ropes.
“Come on! Get up and fight!” she barked at the broken down blond brawler. She sent a stomp to Pat’s belly, making her gag and spit up a bit of saliva weakly. “I thought you’d gotten stronger after this year of training, not become a pathetic little housewife!”
Ikko leaned over double by Pat’s legs, wrapping her fingers around her feet so that they interlocked, then squeezed hard, fingers pressing down on the soft flesh between the toes. Patty screamed again as the nerves were tormented and dug into, spasming like a fish but almost entirely her upper body, tits and hair flopping about. It was as if her legs had just reached their limit and given up until they felt better.
Ikko grinned wider at her handwork before letting go, Patty sweating and breathing heavily beneath her as if going through a fever dream. Her mind was overloading from all the pain sensations, Ikko grabbing and dragging one leg so she could reach out and grab Patty by the arm. “You look tired, funbags. Why don’t you take a nice, long, terrible nap?”
With a grunt, Ikko lifted Patty over her shoulders and locked her into place for a torture rack. One hand pulled down on her thigh, the other on her neck. The blonde screamed and beat her fist desperately on Ikko’s arm and chest, trying to break loose but felt like she was hitting a brick wall. Ikko just pulled harder, stretching out Patty’s spine across her broad shoulders. The crippling back pain shot through her, leaving Patty speechless and trying to suck in air for the strength to do anything to come back.
It did not come easy, especially when Ikko clamped her big strong hand around her throat. She hoped Ikko would tire, but her eyes went wide with fear when Ikko showed no signs of slowing or stopping, holding tight on Patty’s throat as she choked and drooled, sputtering sickeningly as Ikko further pulled and mangled her leg. Patty shivered against her back and shoulders, Ikko moaning softly now and then at the feel of Patty’s final thrashings. The blond coughed a few more time weakly, then went limp in her grip.
“Want to check her ref?” Ikko beamed, kneeling down enough that Pat was still on the rack that was her body, but within reach. The bimbo ref lifted up Patty’s arm several times, and each time it flopped back down like wet pasta. “We have a winner! Ikko!!” she chimed, the bell sounding as she looked expectantly at Ikko.
“What? I’m not done yet.” She leered at the ditzy girl in the stripes. “You want to try and take her from me?” The ref girl backed away, visibly intimidated and let Ikko do her thing.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, Pattycake,” Ikko told the corpse-like form of Patty, limp in her arms. “I can’t end it that easily.” She let go and let Patty drop, flopping and rolling on the mat unconscious. She rolled until she hit a corner with a faint clang, but didn’t react from Lala Land. Ikko walked after her, propping her ragdoll form in a sitting position in the corner. Ikko posed over her, smiling for the camera beautifully while flexing her impressive body. She placed a foot on Patty’s face, rubbing her toes over it until they wound up in her mouth, like some bizarre lion tamer or proud huntress. “Here, pose for one with me, Pattycake,” she insisted to the KO’d woman, grabbing her by the neck and hair, holding her up so that her face pressed into Ikko’s chest. She rested there as if an overgrown baby, and Ikko made great show of giving them a closeup of her pecs flexing, bouncing her firm breasts right next to Patty’s face, as if boxing her with them. She finally let go and Patty fell back to the ground on her face, ass up in the air shamelessly.
And Ikko still wasn’t through. She bent over and lifted the listless heroine’s body, grabbing her by one shoulder and the hip. She sunk her fingers into her firm flesh and lifted with a hardy grunt, lifted her over her head completely, as if some kind of a ragdoll repurposed into a barbell. She lifted Patty up and down several times, slowly to let her biceps bulge and show for the cameras. :”You see this?! You see how pathetic this little cow is to me? She is NOTHING!” she raged. She finally blew the cameraman a kiss before throwing Patty to the mat again like a sack of potatoes, bouncing when she hit the mat and limp like a crash test dummy.
“I know you’ll watch this,” Ikko grinned like a shark, wrapping a hand around Pat’s chin and squeezing her cheeks until her face distorted into “fish lips.”
“You’ll want to see what I did to you when you blacked out like a weakling. And I want you to know, this was the most rewarding and exciting day I’ve had in ages. I know I’ll be buying two copies myself.” She dropped Pat to the mat with a thud like a corpse, sliding from the ring. She grabbed a marker and piece of paper, writing her number on it and shoving it down the crotch of Pat’s bikini, winking at the camera. “Any time you want another,” she said. “Find me. I’ll be counting the days.”
