Rainbow Mika vs. Anesthesia - The Dark Nightingale Returns

Not like this.

Not like this.

From underneath Mika’s toned ass, Anesthesia let out a long scream of sheer rage. The idea of losing was bad enough. The idea of losing her debut match was bad unacceptable. The idea of losing it like this was unthinkable.

The referee’s count gave her some more urgency, as if she needed it. She worked her mouth open enough to dig her teeth in Rainbow Mika’s succulent ass, taking a hard bite, while kicking her legs up at the same time, trying to striker her foe in the head.

She would regret this. Oh, yes, she would.

The bite came as a big, painful shock. Mika had been keeping her centre of gravity flat on Anesthesia's face, doing her best to maintain her position even as the other girl struggled, when suddenly piercing agony shot right through her buttocks. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a loud scream as she felt Anesthesia's teeth sink into her!

Shrieking, she rolled off of Anesthesia, holding onto her sizeable butt as she did so. "O..oowwww..." she moaned as she rolled onto her front, fighting back tears as she tried to get away...

Of all the asses Anesthesia had ever bitten, she had to admit, Rainbow Mika’s was one of the best. So plump. So succulent. She wished she could've had more than a nibble. But, no, Mika had to go and snatch it from her jaws.

Shame. But at least it did what she’d hoped it would, creating a lovely opening to exploit. Anesthesia wasted little time, as swung up to her feet and came at her for from behind.

”If it’s any consolation,” Anesthesia tried to snake her arms under Mika’s shoulders and clasp her fingers together behind her head, securing the Full Nelson. ”You taste delicious.”

Mika was still trying to process what had just happened. Anesthesia had just bitten her. Bitten her. On the ass. Of all of the things that had happened to her in her career, this was one of the weirdest, and the most undignified. Half-breathing, half-sobbing, she crawled towards the ropes, still clutching her hurting posterior with one hand as she desperately tried to ease off the pain.

She didn't get far, however, before her arms were wrenched back. "No..no!" she gasped, but it was too late to react: her arms were locked in place while Anesthesia's own arms clamped behind her neck in a full nelson. She cried out as she felt her shoulders and the back of her neck being forced at an awkward angle, and she kicked at the mat, trying to dig her knees and soles into the mat to push herself forward. "NNNNNNNNNGH....!"

Anesthesia didn’t use the Full Nelson often, but as she held Mika there - squirming, screaming, silly Rainbow Mika - it occurred to her that she’d have to rectify that. It was really her sort of submission move. Painful. Effect. Embarrassing. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings in her opponent’s ear, and do other things with her mouth. Like kissing and licking and nibbling.

All things she enjoyed, particularly when an opponent was as mortified as Rainbow Mika was. But she couldn’t hold her like this forever, she knew. As much as she enjoyed that hot butt slapping against her…

With a sigh, Anesthesia brought one arm down around Mika’s waist, then jerked back, lifted her up, and attempted to throw her back into a half-nelson suplex, dropping her hard on her shoulders.

"Hnn....nnnnngh!" Mika's teeth were gritted as she strained in this hold. Her shoulders and neck were burning, and beads of sweat now streamed down her face and down onto her chest-- which the hold was thrusting out for the audience to ogle at-- as Anesthesia tried to work her over. Breathing through gritted teeth, she pressed one knee to the mat, then the other, trying to push herself up slowly but surely.

To her surprise, though, Anesthesia instead lifted her to her feet. She only had a few seconds to gasp before she was lifted up by her waist, tilted backwards and slammed down hard on her shoulders. Her entire body jerked as though an electric shock had gone through it, and unless Anesthesia would keep her upright, she would flop to the mat, groaning in pain.

Anesthesia’s back made a perfect arch, she felt the thrilling rush as she lifted Rainbow Mika high into the air and brought her crashing down again, she relished the sound of the crowd as their hopes were dashed once again, she even got to see some panic in the referee’s eyes as she clearly worried about the little heroine coming down poorly on her neck.

Oh, the old familiar feelings. How she’d missed them so.

Anesthesia sighed, sat up, stretched, like she’d just woken up from a nice nap. She was aching all over, true, but her good mood was overriding that. Being on top was guaranteed to liven her spirits, particularly when she had such a fine specimen in her clutches.

”I really do have to thank you, dear. This was exactly what I needed to return to form. The right sort of match with the right sort of opponent.” Anesthesia turned over to her knees, reached over, and grabbed Mika by one of her pigtails to force her head up. She wanted to look into those wondrous eyes of her, see the expression of fear as it took over her face.

”But I think it’s time we brought this chapter of our lives to a close, wouldn’t you say?”

Mika didn't respond. Not st first. Not with her back throbbing the way it was, or her body teetering at the edge not exhaustion.  She lay on her front, breathing hard, her entire body damp from this physically demanding match.

Slowly, though, she began to push herself up, one eye watching Anesthesia all the while. Gritting her teeth, she would try to get to her hands and knees...and if she was close enough, to throw a punch at Anesthesia's torso, though at this point she didn't know if she could muster her usual strength for the punch...

Anesthesia stood proud, with the slightest bit of twerk in her hip. She’d always prided herself on a proper stance, knowing much of her battle was fought in the mind, winning through subtle manipulation, sinking her tendrils into her opponent’s mind. She had this won the moment she started speaking. Now she just had to take the victory.

”Come, dear.” Anesthesia reached out to grab Rainbow Mika’s hair, urge her up a bit faster so they could get to the part of this match she was looking forward to the most. ”Let’s make an end to-”

Anesthesia suddenly found it difficult to speak, what with Mika’s fist buried in her stomach and all. She gasped and staggered back on her high heels - even injured, the legendary wrestler could put serious force into her blows, it seemed. There was still some flame left to be extinguished.

”Insect!” Anesthesia lashed out with a wild backfist, targeting the side of Mika’s face. ”Stay down!”

Mika had forgotten the last time she felt this close to defeat. It wasn't just that she was feeling exhausted, or that the hurt that Anesthesia had inflicted on her was beginning to tell: it had been a long time since an opponent had simply been able to dominate her like this, to almost effortlessly control the match from start to finish. It had made her frustrated, and little by little, frustration had turned to despair as Anesthesia slammed, stretched, and battered her with impunity, even as the other girl yanked her by the pigtails.

But she wasn't done yet.

The punch wasn't her best, but it still did the trick, nailing Anesthesia while her guard was down. Breathing hard, she tried to muster the strength to stand. Before she could even do so, though, Anesthesia's backfist slammed against her temple. "AH!" she cried, the blow sending her sprawling onto her back, her generous bosom heaving as she starred dizzily at the arena lights...