Ionel vs Aiko

Win via submission, orasm, or knockout.
Bikini attire.

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So this Aiko lady was what passed for a heavyweight here? Ionel smirked and yawned, her tree-trunk dense, muscular abs deflating for a second but still looking hard enough to deflect swords. Maybe she was spoiled; where she once wrestled even the smaller women in the heavyweight category were small juggernauts - women she knew would not break too easily even under her own hyper-athletic, powerful body. Women who she'd have as much fun crushing and grinding as she would being on the receiving end.

But this Aiko? She was tall, not particularly, but not a middleweight. Yet Ionel felt some disappointment from the images she saw - little voluptuousness (by her standards), lacking the friction-generating abs she loved to scrape on her own, and more mischievous in her expresisons than passionate and truly lustful. It seemed like this might be a rather boring match... yet a part of her was curious.

This woman had reason to be cocky. Maybe she had some inner strength Ionel just needed to work out. Yet if that was so, she wanted to see the look on her face and the feeling of her body when the total power of Ionel lay upon it. Already she was fantasizing the many, many ways she wanted to see not that she could merely defeat Aiko... but perhaps enjoy her. She might as well make the most of what was going to be another squash.