Diao-chan Vs. Helvetica Lee

Junko wrenched on the hold, thrusting her hips into Helvetica's arm while her legs squeezed tightly. She had a wicked grin on her face as Helvetica whined in pain. "I know... I really need to hit the film room some more. Study the greats, you know, fufu~" Junko said, almost casually, like she was having a conversation.

"I bow to your superior knowledge, Heru-chaaaan. What would YOU do if you were ME!?"

Helvetica's head was spinning helplessly, while the veteran took firm control of her body and the match. She could feel her arm, straining and struggling between Junko's thighs, the armbar taking its toll. The American's teeth were grinding together, flecks of spit spraying from between her lips. “Guh-Gawddammit!”

Helvetica strained to get some space between herself and the tightly grappling Junko, but couldn't manage. Her soft skin was pressed hard, trapped against the veteran's well-muscled flesh. Still, she couldn't help but appreciate that her opponent at least had the sense to ask her advice, on how to put on a decent match. As agonizing and effective as it was, Helvetica was beginning to think that Junko might expect this (damned, debilitating, effing agonizing!) hold to tap her out, Helvetica had no intention of succumbing, here.

“I'd try to do something- arrgh! Dammit!” the American groaned, as the veteran tortured and taunted her. “Something at least entertaining! You boring old bat! An armbar? Really!?” Helvetica did her best to look confident, despite the sheer agony she was feeling, arm constricted helplessly between Junko's powerful legs.

Junko wrenched the armbar harder when Helvetica stammered, yanking on the wrist and thrusting her hips.

"Tell me what would be exciting or I'll break your damn arm, pup!"

She growled with a twinkle in her eyes. She could feel her heart pumping and despite what Helvetica said, the crowd was certainly into it, chirping for Junko as she puffed out her chest, each time she thrust into Helvetica's joint. Still, as much fun as the games were, she was getting a bit serious in hopes that Helvetica would as well. Surely the girl couldn't be THIS delusional.

“Hhhhyyyarrrr!” Helvetica screamed, her arm feeling like it was about to be wrenched out of its socket. “Uggghhn! I- I dunno! Maybe- ugh! Maybe try a lift! A powerbomb! Something- ughn!- impressive!” The words were coming out hoarsely, Junko's deftly-applied hold having made the obsessively mouthy American nearly scream herself hoarse, by this point. “Nuh-nobody,” she continued, “nobody pays to see this 'technical' crap! Maybe this is why you're a trainer, and not a real wrestler!”

Helvetica tried to affix Junko with a vicious glare, but couldn't lift her head. Really, it was all the “student of the game” could do, to keep herself from passing out. Ample figure bucking and straining against Junko's toned form, a thin sheen of sweat across her entire body, the fierce look on Helvetica's face certainly didn't reflect the pathetic state the rest of her body was in ...

Junko blinked as she heard Helvetica's words, almost ignoring the girl's cries. "I wonder if I could even pull one of those off..." She thought aloud. "I'll make sure that if I can, it will be spectacular, fufufu~" She purred and released Helvetica, rolling to her hands and knees.

"Let's see if these old bones can heft you up, Hel-chan~" Junko purred as she hopped to her feet and once more reached out for Helvetica's hair, intent on yanking the young girl into her steely thighs.

"Yuh-you probably can't, you decrepit bitch," Helvetica groaned, her voice rising as she was finally released from that agonizing armbar. She tried to no sell Junko simply bouncing to her feet, but it was clear to all watching how Helvetica's eyes widened, involuntarily impressed with how fit the older woman clearly was.

Junko forced Helvetica's head right between her thighs, without much resistance. Bum stock upright, straining against her shorts and drawing a rise out of the crowd, Helvetica was attempting and failing to squirm out of Junko's expert grip. Thankfully her face was hidden from view, now. Cheeks blushing a deep red as she felt Junko's steely thighs wrap around her vulnerable neck, the loud-mouthed American was completely at her opponent's mercy, and she wasn't actually hating that fact.

Junko felt Helvetica struggling but she knew that the girl wasn't going to get away just with that. At least, Junko hoped. She leaned over and wrapped her arms tightly around Helvetica and heaved, lifting the girl off her feet just a bit. She then set the girl down.

Junko shook her head and the audience cheered her on. She pulled again and lifted Helvetica off the mat once more a little high so she'd feel the blood draining to her head but then set her down.
The crowd cheered again but Junko shook her head. "She's just too fat!" The older woman teased, eliciting a chortle from the front row. Junko then lifted her hand up and slapped it hard against Helvetica's ass ans sunk her fingers into it. "I'm sorry, Hel-chan. I just can't lift you. My hip feels like it's going to give out, fufufu~"

Junko grinned devilishly. "I guess I just won't get to do a big move. I'll have to think of something else instead. Is a piledriver ok, Hel-chaaan~?" She said as she pushed on her hand, trying to haul Helvtica up by the butt just enough to show her the gravity of the situation.

Helvetica's ample frame jiggled and squirmed in Junko's grip, while the veteran played at not being able to lift her. Between getting hoisted up and settled down, and the throbbing ache in her shoulder, the American was absolutely helpless in Junko's grip. Her boots came up a few inches off of the mat, her legs quivered in the air, a few times.

“Shut up, dammit!” Helvetica wailed, through her rapidly reddening face. “I'm not fat! You're just a damned wimp!” The sound of Junko's hand, however, echoed through the arena with far more force than her protests. She squirmed under her opponent's hold, jiggling pathetically as Junko playfully molested her bottom. “You couldn't pull off a piledriver anyways, you old bat!” Helvetica argued, desperation tinging at the edges of her voice. “That's a move for a real wrestler! You can't- aaaaaauuuuughhhh!”

Helvetica's voice trailed off into wails, as Junko hauled her upwards. With the hold expertly applied, it was easy enough for Junko to lift Helvetica into the air. The younger woman dangled in her opponent's arms, gravity taking its toll; blood rushed to Helvetica's head, her ample breasts threatened to pop out of her top, while Junko held her up in dominant fashion. “Y~you could have done this betterrrr~!” she wailed, helplessly caught in Junko's hold.

Junko heaved Helvetica up and secured her in place. "I WOULD have done it better if you weren't such a squirmer. You're ruining this spectacular move, Hel-chan. I thought this was what you were about. Shame, shame, fufu~"

After she finished chuckling, Junko dropped down onto her knees to crash Helvetica hard into the mat. Maybe THAT would shut her up.

"I~I'm ruining it?" Helvetica stammered, in disbelief. "If you were any good, maybe I couldn't squirm! Did you think of that, huh? Did you?" It almost seemed as if the American didn't even realize Junko was lifting her off of the ground. Helvetica's body hugged tight against Junko's, while she got her into position for the piledriver.

"What the hell does fufu-fuuuuck!" Helvetica's incredulous taunt was cut short, as her head was driven straight into the mat by Junko's piledriver. A shiver of pain run down the American's spine, causing her entire figure to quiver after the impact. And, indeed, the blow did shut her up. Suddenly limp, Helvetica went loose, limp in Junko's toned arms, ready to drop to the mat the moment her veteran opponent released her.