Rainbow Mika vs Hitomi rematch

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.

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.