Oksana Stankina vs. Oshiro Suzu - Stinkface Showdown

The tackle and subsequent topple had knocked the wind out of Suzu's sails, and she was slow to react as Oksana hauled herself back upright. The Japanese woman tried to struggle while her opponent stretched her leg out and kept it pinned, but her wriggling couldn't break the strong grip of Oksana from her limb.

Then the hefty Russian dropped the knee, slamming it into the back of Suzu's joint. The heavyweight Japanese woman cried out in pain, fingers clawing at the canvas as the shock rocked through her ample body, the struck leg spasming slightly after taking the considerable impact right at a sensitive point. The entire leg felt numb, and Suzu was seriously worried it might not hold her weight even if she could get back to her feet right now. In a desperate bid to escape Oksana's clutches, Suzu fired an elbow back, hoping to hit the big Russian's thigh, her plump side, anything that might drive her back for a second so she could try and roll for the ropes.

Oksana was pleased to see Suzu squirming in pain, probably more than she cared to admit. She was still shaken up by getting that face full of ass so early in the match, so it was important to score some hits and show both her opponent and the crowd that she wasn't here to be humiliated by some rookie.

The elbow to her own leg kept her at bay, stopping her from attacking Suzu any further. She grunted and stepped back, watching closely as the Japanese girl rolled for the ropes.

Oksana was on the warpath, and wouldn't hang back too much or allow her opponent much reprieve. She would stalk around Suzu, and would try and make a grab for her hair, hoping to get her from behind and take control of her larger foe.

Suzu's blindly groping hands finally found purchase on the bottom rope, practically hugging it as she reached the other hand down to clutch at the inner spot behind her knee. It throbbed painfully, but she didn't have many choices but to at least attempt to see if she could put her weight on it. She started to paw at the ropes, trying to climb up them, until Oksana turned up to help her out in her own way, taking a thick handful of Suzu's hair and pulling it hard. The bigger woman yelped as her head was yanked around, her hands moving from the ropes to Oksana's wrists, gritting her teeth as she struggled to ease the tight pressure on her scalp.

"Hey hey, easy with the hair!" she snapped at the hefty Russian, trying to get her feet under her. With her ample reach and thick thighs it was a struggle to manoeuvre herself with any grace, but if she could get back on her feet she could perhaps bring the fight back to the looming giantess.

Oksana held Suzu's hair, but more for control than for the catty infliction of pain. She wanted the plump girl back up so that she could start to do more damage to her, and it was simply easier to tug on those locks and make her opponent do the moving. Probably the only way she *could* shift around such a big opponent, she figured.

"Tsch," Oksana tutted, swatting away the indignant Suzu's hands. In the process, Oks would let go of her victim's hair. Instead, though, she would try to snake her left arm under the Japanese girl's chin, holding her in a loose sleeper.

"So sorry about the hair," she deadpanned as she tried to squeeze her foe's neck. "Maybe I forget my manners when I am being stinkfaced by you."

Suzu felt the pressure ease from her scalp as Oksana released it, but it was only a fleeting reprieve as the hefty Russian slapped her in a sleeper hold, the meaty arm crushing up against her throat, leaving her spluttering as she struggle against her opponent's grasp. With Oksana leaning down on her back, Suzu's efforts to struggle back to her feet met a weighty wall, and she was forced back down, managing to keep herself steady on her knees but unable to battle the pressure to raise any higher. Her face began to redden slightly as she struggled to get a breath, tugging at the arm in a bid to ease the pressure.

'Well...that's kinda...the point of...the match!' She managed to wheeze between breaths. It was clear her early connection with the stinkface had pushed some real big buttons in the Russian, but that didn't help Suzu if she couldn't get herself back on her feet and in a position to try for a second one. The thick woman's arm didn't seem to be budging, and Suzu didn't fancy her chances just throwing out random elbow shots behind her, not while Oksana had the sleeper locked in tight. Figuring it had worked well before, the Japanese heavyweight instead reached back, looking to go for Oksana's ankles and yank them sharply forward. If she could break her footing and bring her down to the canvas, things would at least be on a more even playing field, as neither of them were going to be quick getting back to their feet.

"Yes... that doesn't mean I have to like it!" retorted the proud Russian. Oks grunted as she pushed her body against Suzu's voluptuous form, holding her head from behind. Pleasingly, she felt in control again, almost in a position to make some real progress against this huge foe... before that control slipped away quite rapidly.

She felt Suzu's bulk shifting, and before she could react, her balance had gone and she was toppling backwards.

"Oh noo..." she wailed, before crashing onto her ass with a thud. Lucky her backside was reasonably padded, otherwise these repeated tumbles would get really painful.

Still, Oksana was left sprawled on her back, and rather chastened into the bargain.

Suzu felt the canvas jump hard as Oksana made an uncomfortable landing, and felt the big Russian's arms snap free from around her throat. The hefty Japanese girl took a deep, gasping breath, filling her lungs to the point she felt light headed with the sudden returning rush of oxygen to her brain. She dearly wished she were in a position to put of some offensive, but the truth was she was still reeling from the gut-wrenching spear she'd taken, not to mention she was still feeling that sleeper pretty badly. Instead, Suzu struggled to get back to her feet - neither Oksana or her were slender girls, and the chances were that the first of them to get back on their feet would likely have a few moments while the other was still struggling to rise, the perfect opportunity to get some real offense in.

'Well hey, I'm not the one who came up with the match!' She called over her shoulder, struggling to get back upright ahead of her heavyweight opponent, 'You want to be mad at someone, blame whoever comes up with these ideas!'

Oksana groaned and hauled herself partially upright. Kneeling, she could see Suzu already up ahead of her, meaning the Russian got a good eyeful of that colossal ass again. She pursed her lips in frustration as Suzu quipped about the match type.

“Yeah… I know…” she conceded. Oks shot a brief, dark glance over to her partner Katya, who was the architect of a lot of these kinky matches.

“Still, would rather be mad at you.”

A wicked thought struck Oksana as she knelt behind Suzu. Getting up onto one knee, she used some of her upward momentum to swing out her right arm, keeping it straight and hard, in the hope of driving her forearm up between Suzu’s legs and crotching her from behind.

“Is more convenient to be mad at you.”

Suzu had finally hauled herself to her feet, a brief surge of exhilaration hitting her. Finally, she was back in a position where she could do some offensive of her own, and from the sounds of it her opponent was still kneeling behind her. Before she could turn around and start to capitalise on that fact though, she felt Oksana's thick forearm slam up between her legs, the impact rocking her up onto her toes for a moment. Suzu's eyes bulged wide, her mouth dropping open in a pained gasp, and her hands reached down to clutch the spot between her inner thighs, her hefty body doubling over on reflex.

While the blow had hurt like hell, it did have the unintentional advantage that, with Oksana kneeling so close, as Suzu bent over her astonishingly wide ass was brought bouncing up right into the hefty Russian's face once more, catching her full in the face, while the Japanese girl's thick thighs had squeezed around Oksana's arm, keeping her in close and tight. The crowd reacted like it was an intentional act, but Suzu was far more preoccupied with easing the uncomfortable ache that her opponent's low-blow had left.

Oksana got a moment of cruel satisfaction, as she betrayed her ruthless nature and edged towards heel by smacking Suzu in the crotch.

Unfortunately for the Russian, that moment turned sour incredibly quickly.

Suzu's instinctive reaction brought that big Japanese ass bumping into Oksana's face again. As she cringed at the face full of flesh, Oksana tried to recoil, only to find her outstretched arm now trapped between Suzu's thick thighs.

"Mngh.. no!" she exclaimed in part-muffled disgust. It wasn't quite a full smother just yet, but Oksana was still stuck up against her opponent's backside, those round and sweaty buttocks battering her features yet again.

The kneeling girl found herself really humiliated here, and fighting back from this degrading position was going to be difficult. She had one free arm, which she tried to use by pushing at Suzu's flabby left ass cheek, but her situation wasn't great. It seemed karma was both quick and cruel!