Kaija Laine vs. Mariah Burste - Happy Anniversery

Mariah couldn’t help but roll her eyes when Kaija replied, oozing with smugness, filling the air with so much of it that you could almost choke. Really, she should’ve known better. It was clear from minute one that her Finnish foe had a serious ego going on, even moreso than most wrestlers, and far too much for a woman on her AFW debut, but she couldn’t help it - blame the manager inside, but she couldn’t resist from admiring fresh talent. If the woman wasn’t so insufferable, she could’ve even seen herself offering her services.

But as she was? No. This was not the sort of person she wanted to hand her cell phone number out to.

She had a personal, rueful laugh at the thought as she began to push her way up, planting her palms flat on the floor and rising. She hadn’t thought she would be able to get all the way up without some harassment, figuring Kaija wasn’t the type to waste time beyond talking smack, but she wasn’t quite expecting the hammer to come down on her back like that. She cried out as she was drilled into the canvas, left squirming and groaning under this woman’s heel.

It was every bit as painful as it looked, with Kaija leaning in to make it even worse, grinding it in hard. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to take it for too long. Unlucky for her, she had something worse to replace it with.

Mariah put up a struggle as Kaija mounted her back, knew what was coming, but she wasn’t in a position to make much out of it. All she could do was grit her teeth, ball her fists, and thank God that she hadn’t quit her yoga classes when she came over to Japan, because that was the sort of flexibility she’d need right now.

Getting a hold of Mariah's arms was slightly tricky at first, as the girl thought it fit to put up a bit of struggle as Kiaja tried to fasten her arms where she wanted them. Understandable of course, but at the end of the day it would just end up being nothing more than a slight annoyance to Kaija, nothing that a firm grip and yank of the arms couldn't fix as she forcefully placed her opponents arms over Kaija's legs. With the rest of the hold put in place much more easily, it was now just a matter of toying with her opponent.

She started gradually at first, slowly leaning back in hopes of amplifying the pressure in her opponent's back in noticeable increments. She didn't dare yank all the way or put in her full force from the start. Doing something like that would probably pop her opponent's spine right the fuck out, and while Kaija didn't mind breaking the occasional opponent, doing so this early into the match wouldn't be nearly as amusing. Instead Kaija opted for a much more practical approach, leaning back with enough force to still elicit a plentiful painful response without putting her all into it.

Once her opponent's head was a good distance up, she would begin flexing the poor girl up and down a few inches, letting her head drop for a few second before immediately clamping back on and reeling back once again. She would incrementally increase the distance she would lean back each time, only stopping once she heard the screams of her opponent bellow out for a few agonizing seconds before letting her head drop and repeating the process all over again. There was no doubting the camel clutch: It was an effective and incredibly painful move, once capable of breaking opponent's on the spot. Kaija had no intentions of that however, at least not yet. She was trying to soften her up, render her weak enough before really going to town on her.

After a few cycles of Kaija's cruel reeling back and forth, she would finally soften her her hold, letting her opponent's head sag downwards before removing both hands and flexing her arms to the crowd, an action met with a thundering mix of reactions. Satisfied, she would then yank on the back of Mariah's hair, leaning over while bending the blonde's head backwards until her eyes met with Kaija's own. Without so much as a word, she would lean all the way down and roughly plant her lips on Mariah's own, penetrating her lips and invading her mouth with a curious tongue. She poked around until she found Mariah's tongue, battling with it aggressively as she forcefully delivered the passionate kiss.

She would keep at it for a few seconds more before she decided she had had her fill, and broke off the kiss with a loud smack. "Hmm, lets just say you taste much better than you look" Kaija said coolly, finally relinquished her grip on Mariah's beautiful blonde hair with a disregarding downwards throw that left her head bobbing once more. She followed through with Mariah's arm by flinging them off of her legs, leaving the girl sprawled on the canvas with Kaija still positioned on top. She would move herself off of her opponent while using her hands to flip the girl over so that she was face up before mounting her once again.

She would position herself in the schoolgirl, pinning both her arms to the mat while straddling her opponent with her legs. She would lean in close once more, reciprocating Mariah's previous treatment by briefly sliding her tongue along the length of her neck before putting her face mere inches from Mariah's. "I hope you like bottom sweetheart, 'cause you're going to be here for a while," She delivered line with a poorly executed Texan accent, one that didn't mix well with her well concealed Finnish one as she poked at Mariah's choice of attire.

This wouldn’t be so bad, right? It was a camel clutch. Even though Mariah’s career was from the longest of all time, she’d been in more camel clutches than she cared to count. Thousands, most likely. It was a fact of life of being a wrestler, and she was good enough that she could endure them.

At least, she could do that well enough for the standard camel clutch. Most wrestlers just slapped you in, pulled you back, and just waited until you either tapped or they got bored. Kaija, though, seemed to be an exception to that rule, and Mariah learned that through experience.

Painful experience.

Kaija had the smart kind of camel clutch. Instead of just pulling her up, she let her go, let Mariah relax, then came back harder than before, making it impossible for her to grow used to the pain, keeping her from going numb to it. Every tug was worse than the last, and while Mariah tried and had some success holding back her cries at first, soon enough, there was just no stopping it - she yelped and yelled with each torque and twist, gasping as the pain. The fact that a submission wouldn’t work on her without an orgasm first didn’t seem to deter her - no, this was all about softening her up, hurting her, setting her up with pain for whatever pleasure she had coming her way.

It worked, too. By the time she was done, Mariah had lost a fair bit of her stamina, far more than she expected this early in the match. So much so that, when she went in for the kiss, there was little she could do but take it. Not that she wanted to fight it in the first place. While she wanted the kiss to be on her terms, she didn’t hate the contact, and moaned deep into Kaija’s mouth. Dominating tongue, aggressive lips, the feel of teeth clashing, it was all the sort of aggressive play that was standard when you married an amazon. But with Kaija there was a darker edge, a rougher energy, and one that she wasn’t quite sure what to make of. Not just yet.

She had little time to ponder, either. ”I taste that good-” He retort was cut off when Kaija threw her face into the floor, leaving her stunned after dismounting the camel clutch. With her head spinning and her back aching, she wasn’t able to do much more than squirm as she was flipped over and mounted, her arms pinned hard to the floor. Her eyes widened at the sight of the woman looking down on her, cutting an imposing figure against the arena lights. More than a little unsettling.

Mariah steeled herself, shook her head, and put some real energy into trying at an escape - ‘trying’ being the key word, there. She planted her feet on the floor, bridged as hard as her aching back could manage, but she wasn’t able to unseat Kaija, and could do little more than rock her from side to side. Still, she wasn’t about to give Kaija more than she had to, and kept up her attitude as best as she could, managing a smile. A weak, quivering smile, but a smile. ”Eh, I can top from the bottom. No big deal.” She grunted as she made another failed attempt to buck Kaija. ”You even know what to do like this? Need ideas?”

The sweet and pleasant aftertaste of Mariah's continued to linger in Kaija's mouth well after the kiss. The girl was like a meal to her, nibbling her up like an appetizer, just waiting to be devoured like the full course she was only to be licked clean for desert. If only this fine meal didn't have such an annoying mouth attached to it. 'Top from the bottom.' It was the kind of cheeky remark that might have made any other wrestler crack a smile if they had any sense of humor in them. But Kaija wasn't any other wrestler, and her type of humor wasn't nearly as light-hearted.

Her opponent sure was witty with the one-liners, always managing to sneak one in despite being in what sure looked like a considerable amount of pain. Kaija didn't know what her intentions were. Was she trying to lighten the mood? Distract herself from the aching pain? Actually trying to make her laugh? Whatever her reasons were, the only thing Mariah was managing to achieve was annoying Kaija even more. In the heel's mind, each comment was belittling and mocking, taunting her for her inability to break this girl into submission and force cries of pain out of her lips instead of jokes. God she was infuriating.

And her constant bucking about wasn't helping either. The girl was putting up yet another round of resistance underneath her, arching her back and attempting to squirm out of the hold. Kaija was so incensed and mentally occupied by the girl's annoyingly bright demeanor that she had even forgone her previously iron grip on the girl, allowing for one particularly strong buck to do the trick of flipping the women onto her side. Ever the adaptable wrester, Kaija was quick to position herself favorably, immediately keeping one leg on top of Mariah while pushing the other one underneath her, with the rest of her body laid out on the side.

She lifted herself up by the elbows, and lock her ankles together on he other side of Mariah before the blonde would have time to react. It only took a briefly lapse in focus to lose her dominant position, but luckily the mistake wasn't as fatal as it could have been. With Kaij's legs now hooked over and under Mariah's body, this position offered yet another opportunity to hopefully shut this girl up for good. "Ideas? Nah, I got plenty of my own." Kaija hissed before clamping down tightly with her legs in an excruciating body scissor. This time, Kaija didn't bother giving Mariah the comfort of a more incremental approach to her strength. She start off hard, but still leaving some gas in the tank in case Mariah needed a little extra motivation to keep that mouth shut.

‘Whistling in the dark’. Mariah was fairly sure that was the right saying for what she was doing, keeping a glib tongue in an increasingly dire situation.

Being honest, this was a great distance from the sort of scene she’d pictured when she set up this match. When she asked for a chance and a fresh opponent, she had hoped it would be a chance to showcase her skills to Bubbles, show that she still had a few good years in her, and, of course, have a hot, sexy time with a young woman, all things that would set her love’s heart on fire. It wasn’t the typical sort of anniversary gift, but they weren’t the typical sort of couple. Win or lose, it would be the great way to kick off a hot passionate night, coming home to lick her wounds with an appreciate wife waiting for her.

She hadn’t needed the win, but she did want to impress, and this was far from that. It wasn’t too late to turn the tables, sure, but all the same…

No. No, she wouldn’t let that kind of thought take root in her head. Instead, she put her focus on escaping, taking this match back one step at a time. She was in a schoolgirl pin, it wasn’t the end of the world. Even with the camel clutch making her back ache, she could get to her feet and recover. All she needed was a little space, a little time, and a little luck.

She thought she had the first of those things when she succeeded in rolling them over, moving their bodies over to the side and getting her arms free. Knowing a good chance when she saw one, her first move was to try and scoot away, hoping to put some distance between her and her opponent. A good idea, but one with a serious flaw: Kaija’s legs.

A shocked cry came from Mariah’s lips as the intense pressure came down on her midsection all at once, slicing into her body, and she had to look down to make sure that, yes, those were indeed human legs she was being crushed with and not steel pylons. Kaija’s pair were every bit as strong as they looked, and while they weren’t the massive tree trunks that her wives were, that made them even worse with their power. Their slender shaped just increased the force over a small area, made them hurt worse than they would have otherwise. It literally felt like Kaija’s legs could meet in the middle, even if everything Mariah knew about the body told her that was impossible.

She wanted out. Needed it. Gritting her teeth, desperate, she pushed at Kaija’s leg with frantic hands, searching for the smallest relief. ”Get off! Get off!”

Pretty soon the exact sounds Kaija was dying to hear came streaming out of her opponent's mouth, as Mariah's flapping lips began crying out in shocking pain and pleas for relief. Kaija would provide none however, maintaining her vice grip on her opponent and relishing in her agony. She felt Mariah's hands pushing away at her legs, desperate to provide even a inch of clearance and a chance for a moment of relief. Kaija would respond violently, clamping down even harder to offset Mariah's desperate struggle. Like anaconda, Kaija would only increase the pressure she applied the more her opponent struggled.

She laughed wickedly at Mariah's pleas for mercy, flexing her toned thighs as a response to her opponent's demands. "You're going to have to do alot better than if you want out sweetie."

She reached out with one hand and began stroking Mariah's smooth skin, taking advantage of the girl's trapped state to get a feel of the body she planned on thoroughly enjoying sometime soon. She put on a pretend façade of boredom to the crowd, looking outwards with glossy eyes as if Mariah's cries weren't music to her ears. She continued to caress her prey, brushing past her hair with gentle fingertips, contrasting her smooth touch with her brutal squeeze.

She stared as her opponent squirmed some more, satisfied with the effected her chiseled legs were having"Had enough? Then say it! Beg for me to stop! Admit that you're being bested by a queen! Go on, say it!" Kaija would scream out, ever so slightly loosening her grip to allow her opponent barely enough oxygen to mutter a response.  

She wasn't even sure if she would deliver on her promise. It all depended on how good Mariah begged she supposed. It had to be something that would make up for all the annoying quips she had been so quick to make, all the annoying flapping her gums had been making all match long. Her patience was practically non-existent, as she continued to yell at the poor blonde just a few seconds after already bellowing out her demands.

"Cmon bitch! I'm waiting! Tell me how weak and pathetic you are! Tell me how I'm... I don't know, surprise me!"

Mariah squirmed and Kaija clamped down. She squirmed again and Kaija clamped down even harder. The game was made clear right away, and she wasn’t seeing much of a way out of it. In a normal match, she would’ve tried to trick her into a pin with this position or rolled her over to the ropes, the easiest, quickest ways to escape - but those options were all out of her reach, weren’t open to her, and she suspected her opponent was fully aware of that, too.

No, the only way she was getting out of this was if Kaija let her out, and the likelihood of that was looking fairly low from the start, made worse when ultimatums were thrown her way. ”What?” She sputtered out, exasperated. ”What are you-”

She had no time to ponder the question, as Kaija gave her midsection another punishing squeeze, amping up the pressure once more and making her intent all too clear. She wanted Mariah to give in - it wouldn’t get her the match without an orgasm first, no, but she had to know that. She was going for the moral win. Messing with her head, playing her, and it was working.

Mariah tried to fight it, gritted her teeth and weathered the storm as long as her body could stand it. But bones were bending, her breath was growing short, and her options were dwindling. There wasn’t any harm in giving Kaija what she wanted, right? It wouldn’t cost her the match or anything, wouldn’t even get her to the halfway point, and she wasn’t sure the cameras would pick it up. She could come up with a whole list of reasons to do it, and only one reason not to - pride.

But pride wasn’t going to get her out of this, and pride wasn’t going to keep her ribs from breaking, and it damn sure wasn’t going to win her this match. So, screw it.

”Fine, fine!” She spoke through her teeth and hisses. ”You’re winning, okay? You’re getting the better of me and you’ve got a great ass and tits and nice legs? Fuck!” She groaned and arched her back, trying in vain to relieve the pressure. ”Come on, let up!”

Really? That was the best her opponent could muster? A string of statements that she already knew about herself? Yeah, she was winning. Yeah she was getting the better of her, and yeah, she did have amazing tits. She was practically listing off things anyone else in the audience could plainly see. If Kaija wasn't so focused on making a statement in her debut, she might've been inclined to just end the match here and now. To give one last, bone crushing squeeze and send the girl on her way. But there was nothing she could do but let out a heavy sigh and loosen her legs into a more relaxed but still clamped position.

"Pathetic..." Kaija murmured with one last mighty squeeze of her thighs before finally forfeiting her grip on the girl. She wanted to break her more than anything else right now, to make her pay for that petty excuse of a submission. Unfortunately it wouldn't get her very far in a match like this, since an orgasm was still needed to make a submission actually worth anything.  Besides, she had plenty of time to get this girl squirming in agony. She just had to get her squirming from pleasure first, and with the blonde seemingly out of breath and physically crushed by the body scissors, it didn't seem like a task that would require all that much effort.

She mounted herself onto of Mariah again, resuming the position she was previously in before the girl had bucked her off. Both hands were used once again used to pin Mariah's arms to the mat, while Kaija leaned in close until her nose hovered just above her opponent's.

"As pitiful as that was, you were right about one thing: I do have pretty nice tits. How 'bout a closeup, just for you?"  Kaija whispered seductively before shuffling herself up a few inches on Mariah's stomach and sending her chest crashing down onto her opponent's face. She directed her voluptuous, thinly covered tits right onto Mariah's upper lip, covering both her nostrils and mouth with her finely shaped orbs. She would rub up and down aggressively, making sure that the woman underneath got an equal mix of both the sweet taste and scent of her pretty package as she smothered the entirety of her face with them.

Gentle is hardly the word she would use to describe the smother. She was every bit as rough as her personality would allude to, grinding her breasts along Mariah's face while violently shaking them along her facial features, making sure every square inch got to experience her groping. She couldn't tell how long she had been at it, but she was sure her opponent would soon be deprived of some much needed oxygen. She would lift herself only for a fraction of a second, not to let Mariah take a gulp of air, although she certainty could if she was quick enough, but instead to send her tits crashing down once more and bury Mariah's beautiful face in her bosom.

"They're not 'great' darling. They're not 'pretty nice.' They're fucking amazing, wouldn't you say?" Kaija growled, only leaving the slightest gap for Mariah to mumble her way through Kaija's dominating breasts.

"In fact, I want to hear you scream it. Tell the world how amazing my tits are!"

Bubbles looked on, watched, chewing her lips with a nervous twitch as she watched the events unfold, unsure of what to think about what she was seeing. Watching her wife get defeated by another (slightly less) sexy woman wasn’t something she had a problem with on most days - heck, she had just watched that very thing happen a couple of weeks ago, when she took on Haruka in a spar and the younger, fresher wrestler laid her out. It was all in good fun, and it wasn’t like Mariah was looking to make a run at the belts or anything. As long as her wife was having fun, she was happy. They were all happy.

But this didn’t seem like some mutual exchange of sexiness, didn’t seem like the good-natured, lewd fun that they both loved about the division. This seemed darker, heavier, creepier. Something about this Kaija woman set off all her alarms, and they weren’t getting any quieter.

Mariah was feeling it, too, among a variety of other things. She gasped as Kaija freed her from her leg’s iron gasp, dealing with the pain of her body decompressing all at once, her innards rushing to retake their rightful place. She was able to breathe again, that was a small relief, but it was one she couldn’t even enjoy for long, as her foe shifted positioned and leaned forward. If there was one thing that Mariah knew well from being married to a giantess with huge tits, it was breastsmothers, and she could tell one was coming her way.

She hadn't been lying about the Kaija’s pair, they were awesome, and put one amazing display with her choice of top. She hadn’t wanted to see them like this, though - bearing down on her, engulfing her face, taking over her whole world and smacking her face around. She screamed from within the cleavage as her time spent there was made about as unpleasant as it could be, a hot and sweaty, breathless prison, one she couldn’t escape from no matter how she turned her head or tried to fight. Kaija was stronger, Kaija was rougher, Kaija was in control.

By the time she finally managed to get her lips free, she was sucking in huge gulps of air, desperate to get some relief. ”Your tits are awesome!” She cough and sputtered. ”Seriously awesome, great tits! Fuck!”

Mariah was on the brink of asphyxiation, sputtering and gagging between Kaija's relentless use of her weaponized tits. She was really starting to wonder whether her opponent would be able to get the necessary words out in time before she passed out. And they had to be the right words too. Kaija didn't plan on being so merciful this time. If her opponent tried to throw another pathetic excuse of a submissions her way, she was going to smother her out cold and then fuck her her back to life. Luckily for Mariah though, this time around her words of praise were much more to Kaija's likings.

"That a girl!" Kaija said excitedly, satisfied with seeing the girl humiliated underneath her. Her tits were fucking awesome, and she was glad her opponent finally concurred, even if she had to force it out of her.

"I betcha you Bubbles Bitch doesn't have nearly the bust I do, now does she?" Kaija taunted, finally lifting her chest off of Mariah and providing the blonde with some desperately needed relief. "I wonder what she's thinking, seeing the love of her life getting fucked in front of everybody!" the heel mocked, smacking her lips with every word, spittle flying down into her opponent's face. She grabbed onto her opponent's hair, lifting the women's head of the canvas and violently twisting her head towards the giant jumbotron above, the sight of the two of them entangled with one another visible for the whole world to see"

"Oh no, how rude of me! I haven't even fucked you yet! Well... what are we waiting for then? I'll start!" sarcastic venom dripped with every word, as Kaija shoved Mariah's head back onto the mat while still keeping a hand on her smooth golden locks. She had managed to maintain her straddled position this whole time, and planned making full use of it while she still could. She move herself up a few feet, shuffling her legs until they were by the sides of Mariah's head with the women's face right in front Kaija's crotch. She reached with one hand and began sliding down her own panties, exposing herself only mere inches away from Mariah's face.

"Here sweetie, Have a Taste!" Kaija bellowed out the name of her signature hentai move before violently yanking Mariah's head up once more and planting it deep within her exposed crotch. She began slowly humping, careful not to build up too much friction against her shaven pussy without getting it properly wet first. Only moments ago Kaija had deprived her opponent of oxygen using her tits, now she was doing it with her pussy! She would push the girl's head back every moment or so, allowing her to take a few gulps of air before burying her once more into her divine folds.

"Get licking bitch! Man, do I have to do everything myself?" She could already begin to feel a slight, wet sensation of leak through her womanhood, but she still had a long ways to go in terms of driving herself over the edge. She was using Mariah's face like a toy, rubbing herself against it while she watched her opponent suffer underneath her. The audience watch emphatically, some awestruck as they watched Kaija blatantly toss away the match stipulations. She didn't seem to be doing herself any favors, bringing herself closer to orgasm and technically allowing her opponent to pass the first hurdle of the match before she did. Little did they know that Kaija was just getting started, and if all went well, pretty soon the both of them would be experiencing mutual explosive bliss.