Thread: Blood, Sweat And Tears (Ragnarok and AlluringEnigma)

For a long moment, when she was on the ground, mounted with a hand down her shorts, filling her body with such confusing, conflicting sensations, Aida was terrified. She could feel the control slipping, just as it had during her first match, and a part of the girl almost wanted to give up, get it over with, rather than letting her opponent drag out her defeat. But sheer force of will drove her to keep calm- as best she could, anyway- and wait for a chance, any possible opportunity, to present itself that would help her turn things around. And sure enough, that very miracle came, and in what seemed like no time at all, things had swung firmly back into Aida's favor, her confidence swelling with every moment each time her knuckles thudded into the firm- but swiftly softening- flesh of her opponent, every time she heard a cry of pain from the bitch who had dared lay a hand on her but a minute earlier, her own heart soared. In what seemed like no time at all, she had driven Ava into a corner, and Aida saw the look of fear and doubt in the girl's eyes... and loved every moment of it. But the round had already gone on for too long she needed to finish this. She closed in again and Ava, disastrously, hesitated, clearly not knowing which way to try and dodge. This left her wide open to a swinging underhand that caught her clean in the stomach, doubling her over as her eyes flung open wide in shock, mouth opened for a scream that just wasn't going to come. Grabbing her by the shoulder, Aida forced her to straighten, then slammed her in the stomach again, and again, fist pumping, looking to destroy her opponent's core and strip her of her prized strength. The third blow proved enough and, swimming in pain and nausea, Ava finally toppled, Aida shifting to one side to let the girl fall past her... Damnit! Ava was down, but was already rolling onto her back, still clearly conscious, aware, and looking to try and fend Aida off for the rest of the match. But the Sheriff didn't seem quick enough to react when Aida took the fight to a level she normally avoided all but pouncing on her prone opponent, she straddled the Sheriff's battered stomach, managing to trap Ava's right arm arm between her side and Aida's thigh. Clamping down as tightly as she could on the toppled fighter's bruised sides, leaving Ava with only one free arm with which to defend herself, Aida nonetheless had more than a little trouble keeping her balance as Ava began to buck and thrash with what energy her sore, tired muscles could provide. But the look of denial, disbelief, and desperation in Ava's eyes was delicious, and for a scant moment, the Valkyrie nearly succumbed to the same temptation her opponent had a part of her wanted to try and drag this fight out just a bit longer. But Aida was champion for a reason, and where Ava had let her arrogance and desire to showboat cost her a potential win, Aida was not going to let the whimsical tides of fate decide this outcome. But she knew that at best she'd have less than half a minute to secure the win before the bell rang, and she was just so fucking tired, even lifting her arms was becoming more and more difficult. If Aida couldn't end this, she didn't know if she'd be able to Ava in round two. Sweeping aside Ava's vaguely defending free arm with her hand, batting it away every time she tried to raise it in a block, Aida cocked back the other hand in a fight fist and slugged the Sheriff across the jaw, shouting TAP, YOU SLUT! FUCKING TAP! A second punch, and then a third, and even a fourth, and for a moment, she forgot why she was even doing this she stopped looking for a sign of submission, stopped demanding Ava's surrender... she just wanted to hurt her, make her suffer for the humiliation she had very nearly put Aida through. But just as Aida was drawing her fist back for a fifth hit, a savage grin on her face, she suddenly felt far bigger arms catch her under the armpits and haul her off, the deep, rumbling voice of the referee shouting She's tapping, she's tapping! It took Aida a moment to regain enough composure to even understand the words, feet kicking almost comically in the air as the absolute bear of a man struggled to hold her back, but when she finally focused, she saw that Ava's free arm was indeed tapping, albeit slowly, as the girl was rendered more than slightly dazed by the beating she had taken. The crowd erupted into cheers- mingled with jeers and boos here or there from people who had bet against the Valkyrie- as Aida began to run a victory lap around the ring, arms lifted. Normally she'd be shouting and roaring along with the crowd, but truth be told, she was too fucking tired, and even her steps around the ring were slightly plodding as she tried to recover from her exertions. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, panting hard for breath, and after her first victory lap she paused to lean forward, hands on her knees as she sucked in gasping lungfuls of air. With the fight over, she didn't immediately give her fallen opponent the slightest bit of attention, taking time instead to smile and wave wearily to the crowd, buying herself time so she could recover some of her stamina. After all, she wanted to be at her best for what came next. When she finally turned her attention back to Ava, the woman was where Aida had left her, flat on her back in the center of the ring. At first, the Valkyrie wondered if she was actually unconscious- or maybe faking it- but when she reached the other woman she realized that Ava was very much awake, blood from the cut beneath her eye smeared across her cheek from Ava's fists. But she seemed intent on staring up at the ceiling, expressionless. For just a moment, Aida wondered what could be going through this woman's mind, she seemed outright shellshocked... but memory of that sneaky hand down her shorts washed away any such curiosity, replacing it with a quiet, burning anger and a desire to get full and total comeuppance. And so she leaned down, interjecting her face in Ava's field of view, beaming See, told you I'd tenderize that face! She chirped, reaching down to 'gently' pat Ava on the jaw and cheek, where bruises were already mottling from the hits she'd taken moments ago. When Ava tried to turn her head away- whether from pain or disgust, who knew- the Valkyrie's fingers clamped her cheeks and forced her to turn back upwards Oh, don't go to sleep yet, sweetie. We've got a whole night of fun planned. But there's a real strict dress code. A cheeky little wink before she straightened and drove her foot into Ava's tender ribs, rolling her over onto her stomach without the slightest bit of resistance. She recognized the brand of sports bra Ava was wearing, had worn a few herself, before a training accident had burst one of the seams. Even as her planted foot kept Ava pinned to the ground on her stomach, Aida reached down and grabbed the back of that sports bra, just below the seam for one of the shoulder straps. Licking her lips, she leaned back and puuuuulled with all of her not-inconsiderable strength, hearing Ava give a guttural groan as her chest, lungs and belly were squished into the ground... ultimately, that was only an unexpected side benefit, though, and the real prize came a moment later when the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. The shoulder strap to Ava's sports bra ripped away, leaving a tear in the back of the bra itself. Another solid pull caused that to rip a short time later, and finally, Aida removed her foot from Ava's back and began to parade around the ring, waving around the strip of ruined fabric like a flag as she left her foe facedown and topless obviously Ava wasn't in any hurry to roll over, but that was fine. After making a few laps around the ring, mustering up enough energy to mockingly skip like a schoolgirl- and tossing the remains of Ava's sports bra into the stands, where no doubt some pervert would claim it as his prize- she hurried back over to the center and dropped down on Ava's lower back hard, hearing the Sheriff's air blast from her lungs, leaving her gasping and coughing as Aida turned to face her foe's lower body. Her eager fingertips hooked in the Sheriff's bottoms, and pulled downwards, forcing them down to her knees, then pulling her feet up to get the shorts off entirely, holding them up triumphantly to more cheers before throwing them to one side and surveying her opponent's tanned legs and ass. My God, that tan just goes everywhere, doesn't it? she cooed, and her hand slapped down across Ava's ass, first one buttock, then the other, back and forth, spanking the challenger with abandon til red palm prints littered the woman's full rump. Torso twisting to one side, she grabbed Ava by the hair and pulled back, forcing her head up off the canvas, so the audience on that side of the warehouse had a perfect view of her face. You were so sweet to me earlier, trying to make me feel good, she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, I think it's only fair that I return the favor, hmm? With that, her hand plunged past the other fighter's ass to dive between her thighs, fingers curving around to find her smooth, hairless pussy, bouncing up and down on the Sheriff's lower back whenever the girl tried to shut her legs. Aida smirked as she began to tease her opponent, starting first by rubbing her fingertips up and down the swollen lips, then parting them to sink a single finger up Ava's tight hole, letting out a throaty chuckle when she felt just how wet the other fighter was. Ohhhh, someone looks to be even more excited than me! Mmmnh, let's see... Pulling her finger free just long enough to suckle on it, moaning just a little the Valkyrie was getting hornier and hornier by the minute, but wasn't going to do anything about it in the ring. As far as she was concerned, the people watching would see Aida naked, let alone cumming, only when she lost and not a moment sooner. In fact, it was part of what made matches featuring Aida so popular nobody had ever gotten to see the fighter completely naked or cum, and even the moan Ava had dragged out of her was more than most ever saw. This left them coming back, always hoping that today would be the day she'd be brought down and they'd see the proud warrior woman reduced to a quivering, needy slut. But for tonight, they'd have to settle for Ava's utter humiliation. Wriggling her hips a bit, rubbing her crotch very subtly against the Sheriff's lower back to get some delightful friction against Aida's thinly clad cunt- it would do until she could haul her opponent off to the locker room- the Valkyrie's fingers dropped back between Ava's thighs, this time finding her swollen clit close to where her pelvis pressed against the canvas. She used the tip of her index finger to rub and flick at the swollen nub as she stuffed her ring and middle fingers up Ava's cunt, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, the wet schloping sounds of her violation largely drowned out by the roaring of the crowd. All the while, she reached around with her other arm to keep Ava's head pulled up by the hair she wanted at least some of the audience to see every look that crossed the girl's face, and given she knew at least a couple of them would be videotaping, she'd get to enjoy seeing those same looks sooner or later. For now, she had her beaten foe caught in an impossible situation sooner or later, Aida would force her to cum, and her adoring audience would get to see every little detail as it happened.