Oksana Stankina vs. Oshiro Suzu - Stinkface Showdown

For all the effort it had taken to get Oksana into the corner, the results were perhaps a little less impressive than Suzu had hoped for. She'd only got her opponent up to a slow jogging pace with the whip (if she could even call it a whip at this point), and while the impact was still weighty enough to set the ring ropes trembling slightly, it lacked that satisfyingly kinetic connection. The struggle had left Suzu panting and breaking out in a sweat, but she couldn't deny that she'd at least gotten her opponent right where she needed her.

As Oksana stood with her back to the corner post, Suzu closed again, bending over as she reached her hands out to grasp the middle set of ropes on either side of her opponent. Her vast dome of an ass rose up as she doubled over, gently swaying with the motion, but began to wobble far more animatedly as Suzu slammed herself forward, driving a shoulder into Oksana's soft stomach, pulling on the ropes to drive her mass in harder and deeper. She withdrew, and slammed in a second time, using her mass as offensively as she could to try and pound some of the fight out of the plump Russian.

“UNGHH!!” Oksana grunted as her stomach was slammed by Suzu’s shoulder. The impact squashed her between her big opponent and the turnbuckle, jarring her body, hurting her abs, and driving air from her chest. She felt sick and winded. And Suzu did it again.

Oks spluttered and groaned, as she suffered in the corner. The hits were weakening her, and a part of her felt like slumping back against the ring post. That, though, would leave her ripe for a stinkfacing, which she absolutely refused to allow.

Instead, she would try and grab hold of Suzu for support, before the Japanese girl could withdraw. Grabbing her outfit with her left hand, Oks would try and use her right arm to elbow Suzu in the back, while she was still bent over.

The watching Katya, meanwhile, bit her lip anxiously, dismayed at how her partner had been cornered so soon. They were supposed to be destroying a rookie, but it wasn’t going to plan!

Where the whip into the corner may have lacked for the meaty impact Suzu had aimed for, the shoulder tackles delivered, and then some. Driving her weight into that plump midsection, both Oksana's weight and Suzu's own crashing back into the turnbuckles shook the ring with the force of it. By the big Russian's pained groans, she'd certainly felt those heavy blows, and Suzu could feel the match swinging hard in her favour in a rush. She wasn't confident she could go for the win condition just yet, not against a woman as large as Oksana, but she was working her way towards it with heavyweight shots like those.

Her caution was proven accurate, as the taller Russian girl brought an elbow down on Suzu's bent back, making her gasp a little as the blow shook her up, her legs almost buckling. She desperately wanted to avoid that - to be left kneeling in front of her opponent would be a terrible, terrible position to be in. The grip on Suzu's one-piece was strong, making pulling away a difficult prospect bent over as she was, but staying like this was out of the question. She could attempt another shoulder slam, but she felt that would be expected now, and Oksana being an experienced wrestler, she might have a plan on how to turn the tables on her, so Suzu went for a different plan.

Reaching out with both hands, she clasped them behind the knees of both the big Russian's legs, then with a grunt of effort, she stepped back and yanked hard, trying to drag Oksana's legs out from under her and pitch her over onto her back, hopefully breaking her grip on Suzu's outfit in the process.

The flustered Oksana found her fingers getting a hold on Suzu's costume and she tugged harder, hoping to give her enemy an uncomfortable wedgie to perhaps distract her. It wasn't a proud move, but she was getting desperate. Her elbow had hit, but it didn't work to free her. Before she could try anything else, she felt hands on the backs of her legs.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, sensing what was coming as her feet were pulled out from under her. She was pitched back and landed heavily on her plump ass.

"Ngh..." Pain shot through her tailbone and up her spine after that jarring fall. Her head and shoulders had clattered against the ring post, leaving her slumped in a seated position. Oksana had a world of problems right now, and to make matters worse, she could hear a few excited calls from the crowd, trying to prompt a stinkface while she was cornered and vulnerable. If nothing else, it was certainly undermining the Russian's confidence!

The canvas gave a loud BANG as Oksana was dropped onto her considerable rump, giving Suzu the chance to straighten up and stagger back. One hand reached to clutch at where the Russian's elbow had slammed in her, wincing as she massaged it, while the other hand busied itself trying to tug her already tight one-piece out from between her ass cheeks, after being painfully wedgied by her opponent's grip on her attire. The crowd was yelling excitedly, seeing Oksana primed and ready to take a stinkface, and their infectious enthusiasm got to her as she grinned, raising one arm as she backed up a little more, giving her some space for what she intended next.

"Take a deep breath!" Suzu called out, the only warning she was willing to give as she lumbered forward. It was not a fast charge, but it did have mass and momentum behind it as her footfalls crashed into the canvas with each heavy tread. As she closed in, she spun on her heel, letting the momentum carry her the rest of the way backwards, her wide, jiggling ass coming in like a hurtling meteor. It was a risky gambit, but she was counting on Oksana still reeling from the heavy shots thrown at her, and all she needed was ten little seconds in order to secure her first win.

"No!" the battered Oksana yelped in what was, for her, a rather high-pitched squeal, of dreadful anticipation. For a brief, awful moment, she heard the roar of the crowd in her ears, and saw that big, fleshy ass rushing towards her head.

Then slamming straight into her face.

"Mmph!" she moaned in horror, her seated body spasming at the impact. Her skull was squashed painfully against the turnbuckle, as her head all but disappeared under Suzu's rear.

Oksana couldn't believe this was happening, it was utterly humiliating. With her face firmly wedged between Suzu's ass cheeks, her senses were reeling. After a few seconds, she knew her situation was horribly real and she had to try and fight it.

Tensing, Oksana pushed her hands up against Suzu's thighs and buttocks, trying desperately to free herself.

Suzu only caught a little of the desperate yelp from Oksana, before it was muffled beneath her ample rear crashing into her, engulfing the poor Russian's head in a cascade of jiggling ass. The crowd roared as the hefty Japanese girl took her seat, as Suzu grinned at them and held up her arms, counting off the seconds passing with her fingers.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" She yelled, feeling an elated rush at her currently dominant position in her first matchup. She was so swept up in the moment that she only realises Oksana was stirring as she felt the big Russian shoving her hands against her round bubble butt, forcing Suzu to stumble forward and breaking her stinkface. Suzu cursed herself, realising in hindsight that she would have been better served gripping the top set of ropes rather than counting the seconds with the crowd, but it was hard not to get caught up in the moment, with the crowd cheering you on.

"That was just a little taster," she called out to her opponent, giving her hips a little shake to make her bulging buns shake a little, "Hope you're ready for the full experience!" The crowd cheered along, making Suzu all the more giddy with their approval.

Oksana gasped madly, as she finally shoved that voluminous butt out of her unfortunate face. She panted for a few seconds, wide-eyed, face red with exertion and embarassment. At least she had escaped before the official count had finished, but that was scant consolation for the humiliated Russian. She dabbed self-conciously at her nose and mouth, paranoid that she would have some of Suzu's ass sweat on her face.

She looked up to see Suzu gloating, stirring up the crowd, and flaunting the very object of Oksana's torment, her ass.

OKsana was a very down-to-earth girl, but this kind of public humiliation was too much. She snapped.

Grabbing the ropes, the seated wrestler hauled herself out of that dreaded corner. Then, without warning, she ran full tilt at her opponent, lowering her shoulder at the last to try and barge heavily into the (hopefully) unsuspecting Suzu.

"Grahhhh!!" she wailed angrily. It could safely be assumed that Oksana was annoyed.

Suzu was wrapped up in the moment, grinning ear to ear...until she noticed the trembling of the canvas beneath her feet. She started to turn back around to face Oksana, in time to see the furious Russian stampeding towards her, bellowing angrily as she charged, coming in low for a tackle around Suzu's soft midsection. Were she smaller, the move would have been laughably easy to dodge, fuelled more my rage than any direction of skill. But Suzu was anything but small, and all she could do was brace herself in the split second before the impact.

It didn't help. With a full head of steam behind her, Oksana's tackle speared Suzu clean off her feet, the air rushing out of the hefty Japanese woman as the she folded across that shoulder, sending the pair of them tumbling to the canvas with a mighty crash. Laid out on her back, Suzu blinked up at the bright lights above, groaning breathlessly as her body reeled from the astounding collision. It felt like someone had hit her with a bus.

Oksana felt the mighty crash through her body as she brought Suzu to the ground, the huge wrestlers hitting the canvas with an enormous thud.

Oks had been prepared, though, and it was Suzu who had clearly gotten the worst of it. The Russian might have ended up face-down on the mat, but she knew the battle was on.

Keen to redeem herself, she pushed out and staggered back up to her feet. She would try and grab one of the Japanese girl's legs before she had a chance to recover.

"Don't start what you can't finish," she snarled. If she could grab Suzu's leg, she would extend it and then try and hit the back of her joint with a painful knee drop.