Teresita Vega vs. Aisha - Perfect 10

As Aisha’s leg flew through the air, she felt amazing. She felt like a conquerer. She felt like a champion again. Vega had been getting the better of her, but now the ball was in her court, and she knew how to bring it home. So many thoughts went through her head, as she imagined all the ways she was going to get back at Vega, and the way she’d finish off the big bitch. An ass smother? No, a foot smother. Just step on this bitch’s face and really humiliate her, the way she’d tried to humiliate Aisha.

It was a sweet, lovely thought, and one that instantly evaporating when she shot her leg out and she didn’t get it back ”What-”

Down Aisha went, tumbling hard on her back with her leg caught in Vega’s silken clutches. She recognized the danger she was in and immediately started to squirm around like a rabbit caught in the snare, desperately looking to slide her way free as the panic returned ot her face.

Aisha was squirming around, but Teresita wasn't letting go. As the Rose hit the mat, the giantess began to rise, keeping a tight grip on Aisha's long, toned leg. She refused to release it, even as the pop star tried to thrash and squirm away from her.

"You think I'm just some slutty bimbo, don't you, beloved...?" She asked Aisha in a soft voice, trying to maintain her grip as the girl jerked around. "You are wrong. I can be just as violent and dangerous as anyone else here..." Her voice stayed soft, with it's usual sultry tone, despite the threatening words the woman was speaking. "I did warn you earlier, but you chose for me to be rough, So...I will be rough."

No sooner than the words had left her mouth, did Teresita suddenly jerk Aisha's leg upwards, holding it aloft, raising the woman's hips off of the mat. She had a clear target, right in front of her, and she was going to take the shot. She really didn't want to, but...Aisha had pissed her off. Again.

She hesitated for just a moment, then suddenly raised her leg, thrusting her foot towards Aisha's crotch. She slammed it down into the woman's barely protected sex, with a huge, heavy stomp, driving her foot straight down between her legs.

The worst thing about this situation wasn’t what was about to happen to Aisha - though, that was surely going to suck mightily. No, the worst part was knowing what Vega was about to do to her, and being completely unable to stop it. All she could do was thrash about, scream, and watch as the enraged giantess lifted her leg, aimed her heel, and- ”Nonono, wait, fuck-”

Down came the heel, right in Aisha’s most sensitve spot, digging in and sending a white-hot burst of pain throughtout her loins. The diva let out an inhuman cry of anguish as she rolled about on the floor, swinging from side to side while her hands went about nursing her battered womanhood. All she could do was shake her eyes and close her eyes tight, trying to hold back the swelling tears.

”Goddamn, goddamn bitch…” She hissed through her teeth. ”Fucking hate you…”

Teresita watched in half-pity and half-amusement as Aisha rolled around, cursing her under her breath. She shook her head down at the pop idol and stepped towards her, her voice still soft as she lifted a leg, going to prod Aisha onto her back.

"You had this coming, beloved. I could have made this gentle for you, but you scorned me. Everything that has happened in this fight has been your fault," she called down to Aisha, stepping over her once the woman was lying on her back. She placed one foot on either side of her, and looked down at the dancer, honest pity in her eyes for the woman.

She sighed, then began to lower herself onto Aisha's body, taking a seat on her flat, impressive tummy. Once she was sitting she reached out, grabbing for each of Aisha's arms, trying to pin the diva to the mat by her wrists, wanting to give her one more chance to realize how outclassed and helpless she truly was.

Aisha had a bit of trouble making out exactly what Vega was saying. It was a bit difficult to listen the oversized bimbo while she was so busy groaning and moaning and nursing what remained of her battered sex. Pain didn’t even begin to describe it, and it only got worse from here.

The next thing Aisha knew, her voluptuous opponent was above her and coming down fast. Before she could even think of moving out of the way, Vega had descended on her and pinned her to the ground, holding her in place with ease. Her hands might as well have been iron shackles, pinning Aisha to the floor. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t budge. She couldn’t do much of anything, aside from kicking her legs. Furious and ineffective, she was completely at the giantess’ mercy.

Desperate, Aisha turned her head to the side, knowing what Vega was in a prime position for and hoping against hope that she could avoid it. Not too likely, but worth a shot.

In Teresita's eyes, it didn't matter which way Aisha turned her head. It didn't matter what the woman did now. Her chest and her big, bouncy, beautiful breasts were large enough that she could cover the dancer no matter which way she looked.

She gripped Aisha's wrists tighter, then began to lean down towards her. The crowd began to howl, knowing exactly what was coming, and the Brazilian couldn't help but smile at the sound. The audience already knew what to expect from her, and that pleased her. They were firmly in support of her, and few things would make her happier at that moment. It was nice to know they knew a divine figure when they saw one, after all.

She leaned forward, aiming her breasts straight for Aisha's face. She moved closer and closer, until they were close enough to touch the woman, and then...she leaned all the way towards her, pushing her huge, soft breasts right into Aisha's face. If the former Rose turned her head back upwards, she would be covered completely, but even if she didn't, she still wasn't going to get much air.

As far as Teresita was concerned, this match was over. All she had to do now was wait for Aisha to realize that and pass out.

Somewhere in the back of Aisha’s head, she knew her efforts at escape were in vain. With a normal woman, turning her head away would’ve been enough to avoid such a smother. But Vega was not a normal woman. She was a voluptuous giant, a towering titan with tits to match. The only way to escape such a bust would be if she turned her head all the way around, and even that impossible feat might not have been enough.

The breasts came down. Everything went dark. The air fled, and Aisha’s chances at winning went along with them.

To her credit, she fought hard. She turned her head every which way, desperately searching for some angle where she might catch a spare breath. She slammed her heels on the canvas, trying to bridge and throw the heavier woman off. She tried to get her arms free, hoping she could beat her way to victory.

But it was all a futile effort, one that served to speed her demise. She wasted precious energy and precious time, and each escape attempt was weaker than the last. Her body moved slower, her efforts grew flaccid, her muffled moans and screams began to fade away, and her vain struggles pettered out, until…

Nothing. Stillness. No movement. No sound.

This. This was the part that Teresita loved the most in a fight like this. The feeling of her opponent trapped beneath her, struggling to free herself. The muffled moans of Aisha against her bare skin, the kicking and bucking of the diva beneath her. She loved it. She loved how in control it made her feel, and as Aisha's struggles began to slow, as the diva began to fight back less and less under her, it only made Teresita feel more and more powerful. It made her feel like the goddess that she truly saw herself as.

When Aisha finally went completely still under her, the referee came over, tapping Teresita on her shoulder, gesturing for the Brazilian to get up. Teresita gladly obliged, releasing Aisha's hands, lifting her heavy bust from the diva's face, and soon stood up, taking a step away from her. The referee knelt down, and lifted Aisha's arm into the air, letting it to go to see if the Rumble Rose was really knocked out...

The referee checked Aisha, lifted her arms, did the count. All the necessary formalities. But that was all they were, really - customs. Traditions. Things she was required to do. Aisha was out cold, and anyone could’ve told that in an instant. She wasn’t going to be getting up for a little while. If she were lucky, she wouldn’t wake up until they brought her backstage, sparing her the long walk of shame.

She’d fought hard. She tried. She gave it everything she had. But, in the end, she was a mortal facing a goddess. The outcome was never in doubt.

As the referee checked up on Aisha, Teresita stood there, towering over the two women, her hands perching on her hips. There was a light smile on her face as she watched the formalities. She already knew she had won. There was no denying that. She had done similar things to countless women in the past, and she knew what a woman looked like when she was done.

Sure enough, the referee was soon gesturing for the bell to ring, signalling an easy, quick victory for Teresita's debut. The Brazilian was thrilled at the sound, and turned away from Aisha as the ringing touched her ears. She looked to the crowd, gesturing to her new fans, blowing them a few kisses as she basked in their cheers and their applause.

It was an easy win, perhaps a bit too easy, but Teresita didn't mind. She saw it as a preview of what the crowd could expect from her in the future, and as a warning to everyone backstage of what she was capable of.

She posed and postured for the crowd for several minutes, then stepped to the ropes, leaning over the pass through them and step onto the apron of the ring. She hopped off, and began to make her way up the ramp to make her exit. She offered no more attention to Aisha, not even a backwards glance as she left the general vicinity of the ring. After all, why should she? She was a goddess, and Aisha was nothing more than a nuisance who had made the mistake of getting in her way and making her mad. In Teresita's mind, women like that deserved little attention, especially from someone such as herself.

Winner: Teresita Vega