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Starring
SECOND PART
Enjoy your read, as from now on the match will taken to a whole new level, showcasing the best of domimance, the duo will struck each other levels of humiiations no one could take. Only the one with the strongest pride will prevail. Let Mikasa show off what it means to be strong, as Haruka teasingly doubts her title.
And remember, no fish was harmed during the second part. Humiliations were consensual, but no fish was fried nor eaten.
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Let the match resume.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
“Ngh.. tch..!" I grit my teeth as your arms slip under mine, locking me in place. My thick traps tense as I feel your grip tighten behind my neck, your chest glued to my back, skin sticking from all the sweat. My arms are pinned, my body stretched, bent forward in your hold. My abs twitch, still sore from the elbow drop, and the sting of it makes my breath shaky. I can feel every inch of you pressed against me, your biceps bulging behind my head, locking me in your Full Nelson. Then it happens. You jump, dragging me with you, and the second my ass hits the mat—“AAHN!”—a jolt runs up my spine. The impact shoots pain through my hips, and before I can even recover, your legs wrap around my arms, locking them outward. Ankles crossed behind my head, you trap me in a tight submission, the Coral Lock. My body is stretched, limbs shaking. I can’t move. My abs flex, my teeth clench. “G-Ghhh..!” But I don’t give up. I start to shift, slow, dragging air into my lungs. First, I plant my right knee down. The weight shifts andi grunt. Then the left knee, my body starts to rise, even with your hold still on me. My muscles burn, veins pushing against my skin as I focus everything I have. My right foot finds the mat. I push. Bit by bit, I rise—my body trembling under the pressure, but I'm up. You’re still on me, arms locking mine, but now we’re standing—sort of as I’m bent forward, your weight dragging me down from behind. I stumble. Step after step, I charge toward the nearest corner, your legs still clinging to mine, my arms still pinned. My chest heaves, and I push through the pain. The crowd roars as I throw myself toward the turnbuckle. Just before we hit, I twist my torso as hard as I can, trying to angle your body toward the metal turnpost. If I time it right, your back's gonna slam into the turnbuckle, otherwise, i'd crash face first into the turnbuckle.
Nanase_Haruka:
My legs are wrapped tight around your stretched out arms, putting even more strain and pressure onto your shoulder blades, my quads pulsate as they push your limbs together. I'm sure, if this keeps up, I could even dislocate your shoulders. As a swimmer, my legs are well trained, to the point we're they could easily crush a skull if allowed.. what a pair of arms could do against them? "Come on, Mikasa..! Give up! You don't want to walk out of this ring with anything broken, don't you!?" I taunt, voice dripping with confidence. I've got you good, secured in of my Signature Moves that has alredy won me plenty of matches. Balancing on my hands, I squeeze my legs shut, muscles rippling under the pressure of my own strength. "Tap out..! And admit that you've underestimate-" I tried to continue my taunting game, but words suddenly stopped. I felt the shift, you're moving.. HOW!? Hands slipping on the canvas as my poise falter, fingers sliding across the canvas as the sweat makes it impossible to grip the mat, and then, I feel the second shift. You're standing up, rising to your feet with me still latched onto you, and now.. you're even walking. The title of 'Strongest Woman in the World' has never been truer. My frame hang upside down, legs still wrapped around your limbs while my hair brush the solid canvas. "F-Fuck.. Stop whatever.. you're.. doing!" I grunt, blood rushing to my brain as I flex my abs, tensing 'em as I attempt to curl up.
"W-Wait.. N-No.. what are.. what are you do-" words fails me a second time as you suddenly twist, throwing my frame against the metal ring post. BHOOOOM!!! A loud THUD echoes across the arena as my pride as a swimmer, my broad and toned back, is slammed viciously against the turnbuckles. "AGGHHH-" A groan of suffering escapes my lips, legs instantly sliding off of you, flopping onto the canvas as the pain ricochet through my whole form. My body slumps into the corner, spine resting against the bottom turnbuckle, arms draped over the bottom ropes. My head hung, and strained, labored breaths slipped past my lips. Chest heaving up and down irregularly, hair disheveled as the fatigue accumulated during the match stacks. The burst of adrenaline slowly dies down as my eyes are slightly shut..
Ackerman_Mikasa:
You're slumped against the bottom turnbuckle, chest rising and falling like a broken tide. Arms draped uselessly over the ropes, legs sprawled wide, your body looks wrecked—but I know better. You're still in this. That’s why I can’t let up. Not now. I wipe a bit of sweat from my brow, stepping back just far enough to get a good look at you. Your head’s hung low, hair in your face, back arched and glistening with sweat. You're breathing hard—every breath a reminder of what I’ve put you through. The crowd’s screaming, but all I hear is the thud of my heartbeat in my ears. "You wanted to test me?" I mutter, barely loud enough for the front row. "Here’s your answer." I take a step, then another—slow and deliberate—as I approach the corner. I grab a fistful of your damp hair, yanking your head back so you’re forced to look up at me. Your eyes barely meet mine, dazed but burning with defiance. Good. That’s what I want. That fire. With a quick twist, I spin around, turning my back to you. I stand tall in front of you, my legs widening as I lower my body into a squat. You’re slumped, your back pressed against the turnbuckle, barely holding yourself up as the pain feeling in your so proud back begins to take over. "Let’s scrub that pride off," I hiss through clenched teeth, determined to make an example out of you. I reach up and grip the top ropes beside the turnbuckle for balance. I widen my legs even further, my knees bent and my body lowering as I get in position, slowly squatting down over your vulnerable face . The tension in my legs builds as I prepare for the next move, my muscles flexing as I draw closer. You could see how much sweat is dripping down from my short, black hair dow to my back. As soon as i start squatting down, you can see the sweat on my ass cheeks slowly becoming wider, lerger, until.. "You asked for it," I say, standing over you. "And now you're gonna remember it."
The crowd grows louder, the anticipation hanging in the air. With a final, deliberate motion, I lower myself down, pressing my rear into your face. You don’t have enough strength to stop it, and your head is trapped between my ass cheeks and the turnbuckle. I make sure you feel the full weight of my dominance as I squat low, holding on to the ropes for pushing down onto your face even more. My ass cheeks embrace your nose and your mouth, making sure you feel everything. The sweat, the scent, the muscles in my glutes, the pride shattering second after second.. but most importantly the fact that the strongest woaman in the world, Mikasa Ackerman is sitting right onto your face. I can hear your muffled protests, but I ignore them, focusing on the power and control I have over you. The crowd's cheers amplify, and I let the moment sink in as I continue to press down, making sure you feel every second of it. To add even more humiliation to it, i make sure to move my hips around, back and forth, dragging your face around as if i were commanding your head to do so. In fact i am, my glutes are all over your cute face, your neck is powerless to stop the momentum and it's forced to follow my rule. "How's that for a reminder?" I say with a grin, keeping you pinned there. I give a playful shake of my glutes over your face, making sure the moment stays etched in your memory—and everyone else’s too. The crowd reacts with a mix of laughter, gasps, and wild cheers, feeding the fire of the moment. Then, slowly, I rise back up to my full height, still gripping the top ropes for balance.
The pressure eases off your face for the first time in what feels like forever. You gasp in air, head slumping slightly as your chest heaves from the brief relief. But it’s short-lived. “Breathe while you can,” I mutter. With no warning, I drop back down again, squatting even deeper this time, my glutes pressing harder into your face as I fully commit to the second round. I want to make sure to make your skull hit the turnbuckle too, pinning your skull against it as i keep grinding my hips, working all over your face. The ropes tense under my grip, my thighs tightening as I grind back into position, sealing you right back where you started. The crowd erupts once more. “Thought I was done?” I tease, not letting up an inch. “You’re staying right there until I say otherwise.”
Nanase_Haruka:
Strained breaths were keeping me company as I was slumped into the corner, my body felt heavy, unresponsive.. stagnant there. You've halted my momentum, and along with it the adrenaline that kept me going. Ears ringing with every words you said, a threaten for what's to come, but that it would not be long in coming. And then, I was forced to look up at you, yanked back by my own strands. Eyes foggy but still there, gazing up at yours with defiance still burning vividly in them. But there's just so much that will alone can do. I observed as you turned around, your frame glistening in sweat under the relentless flashing of the lights. A gulp escapes my lips, the realization sunk as you squat in front of me. I know what's coming, it's not my first rodeo. I want to do something, anything, to stop the impending humiliation. However, my body feels like it's refusing to obey my thoughts. "Nghh.. D-Don't you da-Mgggffff!!" My breath caught in my throat, a faint protest for the choice I wasn't given. In an instant your rear pressed on my face, cutting off my airways with an humiliatig Stinkface. Those round, muscled-thick cheeks engulfed my whole face, smearing my features. Nose deep in your crack, mouth pressed against the sweat-coated skin of your booty, lips forced to taste the perspiration. It was as demeaning as it could look. The vague protests muffled under the unmovable weight of your sit. Firm, steady and absolute. I couldn't move, I was trapped between the turnbuckle and your derriere. Only my limbs were free, but they couldn't do much. Legs folding, sliding along the canvas, arms instinctively moving over your hips, weakly pawing against your frame. Hands slipping on the firm, sweaty skin of your thighs, feeling the tensed-up muscles anchoring me down. I was stuck. And then, as if this wasn't enough, you begun to sway your hips. My head forced to follow the motion, lulled from side to side by the shaming momentum of your ass moving.
This wasn't about forcing me to submit, but more about breaking me.. and it was working. I was powerless, unable to do anything as you kept on smearing your ass all over my face. It's something that will forever be carved into my mind. Your scent, my helplessness, my pride as a wrestler shattering. But then, almost as an act of mercy, you slowly peeled off of my face. "A-Ahh.. Ahh.. Ahhh.. C-Cough..!!" Air rapidly flowing into my nostrils and mouth, the drought of my throat forcing me to cough. Face flushed, a thick veil of shame coating me.. I've rarely looked this pitiful, and yet.. here I am, seated in the corner as I struggle to catch my breath after your Stinkface. But it wasn't the end. My eyes grew wide, through the dizziness the silhouette of your derriere was clear, a looming menace. "W-Wait.. N-MGHHHHHHH!!" I squealed, feeling my heart beating out of my chest as your booty pressed once again over my face. This time, however, the pressure was greater. Airways immediately sealed off, once again forced to inhale and taste your scent, the smell of my own weakness. My neck bent backward, forced against the turnbuckle to held you up, the full weight of your sit squashing me down, once again.. I was trapped beneath you. My limbs flailing wildly, hands pushing weakly against the firmness of your form before they slowly died down. My movements became even more sluggish, fingers twitching a bit. The lack of air kicks in, panic clouding my mind as my muffled groans grew louder. "MGHHHH!! MFFGGGGG!!" My head felt heavier, mind spinning, thoughts all over the place. It was clear.. it wouldn't be long before passing out, drowning under your ass.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
"How's that for a reminder?" I said with a low smirk, hands gripping the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. I stood tall, towering over your frame. My shadow cast over your worn frame, once standing so tall and proud, face glistening with sweat, muscles twitching from exhaustion and humiliation. Then I dropped into a squat again—slow, deliberately smothering your pretty face with my vast butt. Not letting you inhale a single bit of oxygen. The crowd’s roar was deafening, but even through all that noise, I caught a glimpse of their faces. Eren was at the edge of his seat, gripping the barricade like he wanted to leap into the ring—his eyes wide, intense, burning into me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Armin had his hands over his mouth, his brows drawn tight like he wasn’t sure if he should be cheering or stopping the match. Jean? That idiot looked like he’d swallowed his own tongue—eyes darting everywhere, face red as a tomato, probably cursing under his breath. Annie, though, she had this crooked smirk, arms folded, nodding slightly like she was impressed—really impressed. Reiner and Zeke were both watching closely, Reiner with this slow whistle, and Zeke shaking his head, chuckling like he’d just seen something brutal and brilliant all at once. I could feel all of them watching. Not just the crowd, but my people. And that only made me press down harder. Your arms twitched, maybe trying to lift. Too late. I gripped the ropes tighter, knuckles pale, and leaned in with more weight—harder than before. My stance widened, knees bent deep, thighs flexing with the strain. Every inch of my lower body sank down on you, locking you in place. I wasn’t just wearing you down. I was owning this moment. Dominating it.
Your struggles had changed. No more sharp jolts or sudden jerks. Just soft, lazy movements—your body slumping even lower into the abyss i forced you in, like it was giving up under the pressure of the deepest pit of the ocean. Your head drooped a bit, neck pushed back awkwardly by the corner. The fight was leaving you, not just physically but mentally as well. and I felt it, ll of it. The way your breath caught beneath me, the way your body sagged into the turnbuckle. You were still conscious… but barely. I stayed like that. Letting the seconds drag on, letting your world fade unfder the full weight of my powerful body, despite being a woman my muscles and bones are so dense. You can feel all of it crashing down over your face, burying your nose and mouth beween my sweaty , smelly ass cheeks. Just the rhythm of your fading struggle, and the heat of my skin against yours. Your arms flailed weakly, then slowed again. Your hands barely pawed at my thighs now—almost like they forgot what they were even trying to do. Finally, slowly, I stood back up. My breathing deep, steady. The ring lights hit my back as I turned around. And then I saw your cute frame. Your head leaned forward just a little, hair a tangled mess of sweat and effort, sticking to your cheeks. Your lips were parted, glossy, chest heaving in shallow gasps. There was a red flush across your face, from heat, from lack of air—maybe even from shame. And your eyes… they were half-lidded, unfocused, like you were still trying to figure out what just happened. For a moment, you didn’t even look like a fighter. Just someone who’d been left behind. I smirked, feeling a cold tease slip out, "What's wrong? Not so tough now, are you? Well. Think afterall this is nothing but the effect of your own actions. You couldn't think of beating me, were you? Poor fish." I let the words sink in, my voice almost too calm, too controlled as I watched you. A slow chuckle escaped me.
Then, I knelt down, my knees barely making a sound against the mat. Reaching out, I cupped your chin, lifting it gently, forcing you to meet my eyes. "Look at me." I ordered softly, my fingers pressing down just enough to make you pay attention, lifting your chin up a little so your eyes could focus on my own eyes. With a teasing smile, I slapped your cheek lightly, the sound ringing out for just a moment, before doing it again. A small, mocking motion that wasn’t meant to hurt, but to remind you. "You were so close," I murmured, slapping you once more, just lightly, "but not enough." I let go of your chin slowly, stepping back a bit to see your reaction. The crowd’s noise was a distant hum as I waited, watching you, and the moment we shared. I chuckled softly, letting the last slap settle. The silence between us stretched for a brief moment, thick with the lingering energy of what just happened. I could feel the intensity in the air. The crowd was waiting, hungry for the next move. My legs trembled slightly from the tension, but I wasn’t going to show it. I grabbed the ropes again, leaning into them for balance as I shifted my body. With a slow, deliberate movement, I raised my right foot. I could feel the weight of your gaze as my bare fooy hovered over your face, plante firmly over your mouth and nose. My toes pressed gently against your forehead, while the rest of my foot rested across your features, covering your face with a cool, but it wasn’t about pressure, again. It was about control And humiliation.
I kept my grip on the ropes tight, steadying myself. The weight of my body shifted forward a bit as I leaned in closer, making you feel all the sweat mixed with dirt under my sole, brushing it all over your parted lips, who knows, maueb your own wet tongue could very well slip off your bottom lip anhd feel that horridly dirty bare sole. The crowd’s energy was electric, but I focused entirely on you, watching how your face contorted slightly beneath my foot, knowing that you were helpless, pinned beneath me. My lips parted as I let out a quiet, almost sinister chuckle. "Just stay right there," I murmured, eyes locking with yours. "This is what happens when you underestimate me. Now feel it, embrace it and do what you must. Make sure to leave nothing behind, my foot must be shiny soon, or i will force you to suck onto my toes as well."
Nanase_Haruka:
The cheers of the crowd were getting louder and louder as this demonstration of power and humiliation kept on going, but I couldn't hear any of them. All my senses were diverted at one, simple task: not passing out. That would have been the last straw for my pride. My throat burning, sore as the only thing that passed was the salty-flavored sweat of your ass cheeks, my lips wet of your perspiration. My chest heaves up and down, the pace faster every passing second. Heart pounding, threatening to burst out. I needed air, badly. Your gluteus engulfed my whole face, sinking it into an abyss I wasn't meant to resurface. The full weight of your sit over my frame sagged me down into the corner even more, as if I was a part of it. And then, that unmistakable sensation kicked in, I felt it.. embraced it. I was loosing consciousness. My right hand feel off, palm pointing at the sky as the fingers relaxed. The left one still weakly, almost pathetically, tried to push you away, a futile pawing against the inevitable. Eyes slowly rolling back into my skull, thoughts drifting apart, lost in the corners of my mind, when.. you suddenly peeled off of my face once again. "A-AAHHH.. AAHH.. AAHH.." I sucked in sharp breaths, air cutting against my dry windpipe. My chest rose and fell down with every shallow, gasped breath. My body felt heavier than ever, sluggish to the point were I couldn't lift a finger. I thought I was going to pass out, but you didn't allowed me this act of mercy. Realization dawn upon me, it was about making a statement. I was the statement. My flushed face was the portrait of my helplessness right now, lips slightly parted, eyes almost close shut, the fire in them completely gone, estinguished. And then your words came in, a deliberate mock to beckon my foolish attempt. I stayed silent, watching through foggy eyes as you knelt down in front of me. Our gaze meeting again as you lifted my chin up, the difference between us was as clear as day and night.
Then, the first slap came, my head tilting slightly to the side as the the sound echoed across the arena, the crowd watching in silence.. followed by those words. A reminder.. a lesson! SLAP! The second one followed shortly after. A wave of shame burned underneath my skin. Losing in a match was one thing, but being ridiculed like that.. It was pathetic, I was pathetic. And the worst part? I haven't lost yet.. you were turning this into a showcase of my own, shameful weakness. The silence between us grew louder as you stood up, my eyes struggling to catch your frame completely before you moved once again. My flushed face turned of an even brighter shade of red as your right foot came closer, your sole hovering over my face. "W-What are you do-Mghhh!" I groaned as you planted your foot onto my lips, shutting me up. The ball of your heel pressing on my lips, the meat of your sole smothering slightly my nose as your toes tapped on my forehead. It was once again a move aimed at humiliating and breaking me down. Forced to breath against your sole, the scent tingling my brain immediately.. strong and smelly, the odor of your foot struck. A further reminder of my weakness came as you leaned in, pressing your sole further against my face. My features brushing against the sweat-dirtied skin of your foot. Then, my ears buzzed, heart beating faster than ever the moment your words reached me. Maybe, if I do as she shay, she'll spare me. I thought. My lips parted more, breath shallow, breezing against your flesh. "Y-Yes Mikasa..". I swallowed, and along with it, my pride. My tongue slowly slips out, meeting with your dirty, bare sole. The saltiness of the sweat, mixed with the dirty stung my palate immediately, but I swallowed it. A dry gag of acceptance as my tongue begun to glide all over your sole, lapping from the bottom of your heel, up to the ball of your foot.
From time to time, my lips puckered up, in what could be seen as an involuntary kiss. The crowd watching in a mixture of awe and disgust, the swimmer that almost beated 'The Strongest Woman in the World', was now.. nothing more than a foot cleaner! But I couldn't do anything different, fighting back was not an option given my state, and this.. this was the only route I could follow. My tongue sail from side to side of your sole, not leaving an inch untouched. My breath intensifies, the more I licked and the more stiff it became. Eyes locking with yours, in search of that nod of acceptance only you can grant. And I kept going, over and over. Time taking a different meaning as my tongue explored your sole, and along with it, a few soft moans escaped.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
I stayed still for a second after pulling my foot back, watching your head slowly slump forward again, your breath catching in shallow gasps. You looked completely spent—your arms limp at your sides, your chest rising and falling as if each breath was a small victory. I didn’t say a word. I just turned, grabbed the ropes again—not for balance this time, but for power. My bare feet scraped lightly against the mat as I stepped back. Then, without ceremony, I bent down and grabbed both of your ankles in a firm grip. You didn’t resist. Maybe you couldn’t. Your body felt heavier than before, like the fight had drained right out of you. That pride, the same one that made you stare me down earlier in the match, was nowhere in sight. I yanked hard, pulling on your ankles. Your body dragged forward, legs lifting slightly off the mat, the rest of you sliding flat along the canvas. The crowd’s roar spiked again, but I didn’t look up. My eyes stayed locked on you as I pulled you out from the corner, out from where you slumped in defeat, but still not far frim it. I took a few steps back, still holding your legs, and then dropped them unceremoniously to the mat. They hit the canvas with a thud, and I stood over you, breathing steady and even. “You're not done yet, i believe that.” I muttered, low enough for only you to hear. “but now stay down.” And just like that, the match continued despite what i've done to you. But now the power balance has finally shifted in my favour. I looked down at you for a moment, watching your chest rise and fall. Then my eyes shifted—upward. Toward the corner. I turned without a word and walked toward the turnbuckle, waving my hips.
Each step was slow, deliberate. The kind of pace that told the entire arena I didn’t need to rush. I was in control now, the crowd caught on fast. I could hear the sudden shift in their voices. That rising anticipation. They knew what was coming. Reaching the corner, I gripped the ropes and pulled myself up onto the middle turnbuckle, then the top. My soles found balance, body low and steady as I stood tall above you. You were still laid out, right where I left you. I flexed my guns to the crowd, spending a bunch of time to let the crowd admire my muscles. Then with a sharp breath in and a shout bursting from my chest, I launched myself into the air—knees tucked, arms out. The lights above spun for a second as gravity took over. And then, like a hammer dropping, I crashed down across your chest in a full-force Frog Splash.
Nanase_Haruka:
My head bobbed slightly forward, following the motion of your foot parting from my face before it slumped forward. A thin trail of saliva dangled from my lips as my chest heaved in an unsteady rhythm, breath struggling to catch me inhaling the tension-filled air. My mind right now was completely elsewhere, thoughts shattered all over the place.. I’ve humiliated myself in front of the crowd, there’s no going back from that. That alone could count as a loss, and to my pride.. it certainly was, but at the same time.. it was screaming inside of me, louder. And, as I was sagging in my own humiliation in the corner, your hands reached for my ankles, a grip as solid as steel itself cemented around my flesh, the match wasn’t over. Yanked out of the corner, my upper body collapsed on the canvas, my very pride as a swimmer dragged along the mat as if you were mopping the floor with it. “N-Nghh…” A ragged groan of protest slipped past my lips, a sign that I was still there. My body offered close to zero resistance as you positioned it out of the corner, but not too far away, the perfect in-between. Now, laying sprawled on the canvas, I could only stare up at your imposing figure. The view rarefied, a bit fogged. Fatigue catching up, keeping me rooted on the mat as you towered over me. Your words reached me, the umpteenth taunt.. a challenge. I couldn't let everything end there, not after what you've done to me. I blinked for just a moment, and you disappeared, you were up to something.. The pressure of the crowd struck me, murmurs turned into roars, whispers into loud cheers. A melody that spells disaster. A few moments passed, my breathing was slow, bumpy, each inhale exhausting. My muscles were sluggish, my head still clouded, and yet, you were nowhere to be seen. My head slouched to the side, and finally, through the daze my eyes found you. Perched over the top turnbuckle, wasting time in showing off, as if you alredy won this match.. Unacceptable!
A further provocation that made my pride tear apart my inside, the wave of shame turning into fuel, feeding on what would have been a last ditch effort to get back into this match. I clenched my teeth, letting out a grogged breath as I waited for you to fully commit to your move. "I'm.. Not.. Done.. Yet.." I murmur softly, maybe you were able to understand the Lip. Then, as you leaped into the air, your body arched in a distinct way.. I've seen it countless of times. I knew what I had to do. My abs flexed, muscles tensing as I curled up. My legs folded, knees bent and over my chest, pointing up at the sky.. waiting for you to land on them with all the momentum of your Frog Splash behind it! A faint grin tug at the corner of my lips as you approached me, catching those not so subtle changes in your expression. It was priceless. And then.. BHOOOOOM!!! A loud THUD soared through the arena as your abs crashed onto my knees, the impact reverberates through my whole body and subsequently across the ring, the ropes shaking slightly. Your toned frame slumped onto my limbs for a few seconds before I tossed it to the side, letting it sink in its own overconfidence as the crowd exploded in a frenzied blend of cheers and roars. Disbelief pervaved the arena, nobody would have been able to predict how this match will end, not even you.. the strongest woman in the world! "Told you.. to not underestimate.. ahhh.. ahhh.. me, Mikasa.." I say, catching my breath a bit as I rolled to my stomach. Then, pushing through the strain, the heaviness of my own frame, I slowly pushed myself up to my hands and knees. I was exhausted, but still in this match. My eyes locked on your slumped form.. that estinguished fire in my eyes, fickly was being re-ignited.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
i stood tall on the top turnbuckle, arms stretched wide as the crowd’s roar rose to a fever pitch. This was it, the perfect ending. You were sprawled out below me, your body barely twitching. My chest rose and fell, sweat running down my back as I steadied my footing. I didn’t hear your words. I didn’t see the subtle shift in your limbs. I just saw a chance to end this with a bang. I launched. Air rushed past my ears as I dove forward, arms folding tight against my chest in a perfect Frog Splash form—body aimed right for yours. But just before the landing—impact. THUDDD! Pain exploded through my midsection as I slammed onto your knees, hard. The air shot out of my lungs, my whole core screaming as the collision rippled through me. I rolled off instinctively, one arm wrapping around my ribs, the other gripping the canvas for grounding. My face twisted in pain. I’d taken shots before, brutal ones, but this? I wasn’t ready. You’d baited me perfectly. I stayed down longer than I wanted to kicking my SOLES, MY BARE STINKY FEET to the gtound, laying down longer than you did. My abs were tight, flexed from the shock, trying to absorb it. Still, it knocked the wind right out of me.a My fingers dug into the mat. I bit my lip. I refused to show the full extent of the pain. Not to you. Not to the crowd, not to myself. But while I was trying to recover, you were already stirring. You spoke something—faint—but I heard my name in there. That alone pushed me to move. I got up—slowly. Slower than you. My chest heaved, abs throbbing from the counter I should’ve seen coming.
Sweat dripped from my brow as I locked eyes with you. No words now. Just anger. Embarrassment. Boiling frustration burning through every inch of me. I didn’t think—I reacted. “RRRGHH!!” A guttural growl burst from my throat as I lunged forward, feet barely steady, my boots scuffing the mat in uneven strides. My arm swung wild and wide, cocked back like a pendulum about to snap loose. A ragged, reckless clothesline—less of a move, more of a scream made physical. There was no technique behind it. No plan. It was raw emotion, weaponized. And I knew it. But I didn’t care. I just wanted impact. Something to prove I still had control—even if only for a second. Every breath felt like fire. My ribs flared in pain with each step, my abs still reeling from the counter earlier. My hair clung to the sweat on my face. My vision blurred, narrowed. Still, I charged. From the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the crowd. Armin clung to the barricade, pale and anxious. Eren leaned forward, shouting words I couldn’t hear. Sasha had her hands clasped tight, eyes wide, whispering something under her breath. Jean's face was tense, focused like he was willing me to land the hit. But then Annie, she didn’t react like the others, arms crossed, cold as ever. That trademark smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. A quiet, knowing look as she saw the mistake. Saw I was wide open, overextending. Her smirk wasn’t cruel, it was familiar. She’d seen this before—with me. Emotion making me reckless, but I didn’t stop. I was already committed, all-in. That swing wasn’t just about the match. It was about pride, it was about proving I wasn’t done. That you hadn’t broken me. You wanted a fight? Then here it gors. Messy, raw, heart first..Fists second and far from over.
Nanase_Haruka:
Ragged breaths left my lips, lungs burning as if I just had the most intense swimming practice of my career. Legs trembling as I rose to my feet, muscles all tensed struggling to catch my own weight. Still, I was faster than you. For the first time in what feels like forever, I have a clear advantage over you, and it’s shown as our gaze meet. My blue eyes don’t fail to catch those clear hints, the frustration painted on your face tells me everything I need to know. I don’t let a single word out, though, it’s unnecessary, your actions are way too loud anyway. You charge in my direction, lunging toward me like an enraged bull. Arm widely outstretched, there’s no hint of a feint, It’s a Clothesline through and through. Pure, desperate, raw strength. Nothing more to it. Your usual composure probably remained on my knees, that counter that you did not expect must have wounded your pride to the core. Perfect. Sweat dripping down my chiseled frame as you inch closer, but I don’t move. Breathing in and out slowly I take the timing of your steps, and with a sly smile I drop down and to the side at the very last moment. Ducking down under your arm, my heart skipped a few beats for how close it was, a second too late and you would have swept me away. But, as I drop down, I don’t stop until I’m on the canvas. There, my legs sprung in the direction of yours, coiling around your calves like a pair of thick, solid roots. With a twist of my hips, I use your own momentum against you in a Step Over Toe Hold! Carried over by that reckless Clothesline, I trip you forward and toward the corner we weren’t so far away from, letting your head land not so gracefully against the bottom turnbuckle!
But I’m not done yet, this position is perfect. I spring up to my feet, the momentum swinging back, now blowing forth behind my broad back. A new rush of adrenaline pervades me as you struggle in the corner, this is it.. the time to exact my revenge for the humiliation you bestowed upon me. With deliberate slow and steady steps, I approach your slumped frame in the corner, waiting for you to turn around and face me. My shadow looming menacingly over you as I seize the top ropes, grabbing tightly the thick cords for better support. Then, as you turn around, I jump a little on the spot, legs shooting forward and draping around the middle ropes on each side of your head.
“It’s time to drown you.. don’t like it too much, though~” I taunt, words laced in mockery as I thrust forward with my hips, shoving my crotch into that silly face of yours! My groin molding onto your features, sealing your lips shut as my bulge presses on your nose for a humiliating Bronco Buster Smother! The smell of my crotch, mixed with the sweat is smeared all over your face as I jerk my hips from side to side, smudging your features in a completely shameful position! Tilting slightly my head, I bask in the cheers of the crowd, that watches astonished how the tables have been turned. You won’t forget this anytime soon, this moment will be carved into your pride, marked into your flesh, etched into your mind. “You brought this.. upon yourself!” I say in a demeaning tone, slotting to perfection your face under my crotch and bulge, pressing it further to emphasize the effect of the smother as I fully intended to keep this locked in for as long as the referee would have allowed me to~
Ackerman_Mikasa:
In The blink of an eye, I lunged forward—reckless, desperate, my body screaming for control. My arm shot out with all the power I could muster, a clothesline meant to end it all. But I never saw it coming. In a flash, you dropped right under my arm with a fluidity I didn’t expect, and suddenly, my legs were caugh by your swimmy legs—your grip like iron wrapping around my calves. My momentum carried me forward, and before I could stop it, I felt my body tipping, losing its footing. I end up dropping with my face first, right into the bottom part of the turnbuckle. I tried to reach to protect my face but it was too late, my face crashes hard, dazing me on the spot. You used my own momentum against me, spinning and twisting until I was on the ground. My abs tensed, fists clenched trying to absorb the shock, but the movement was too quick. My body was pushed toward the corner, and my head slammed against the bottom turnbuckle with a sickening THUDDD. I groaned, my vision blurring for a moment My body, toned and built from years of battle, still felt vulnerable, exposed.. With a grunt, I tried to roll away, but you were already on top of me. Before I could fully react as i looked uup at you, you spun me into a hold—one that had me trapped with nowhere to go..damn fish. Your bulge covers my mouth and my nose, you can clearly see my cheeks blushing up as time passes. I recover from the previous trip—leading me right into the bottom turnbuckle post, i look at you with my dark gray eyes, eyebrows raised up, but my lips are shut. “hmmphh!... hmmm!!” I try to speak, but my words were eaten by your crotch. I let my muscular arms rest on top of the middle rope. My legs curl up and lay down again repeatedly while im being smothered by your fish. It was a painful reminder of how vulnerable even the strongest can be. My body was exposed, pressed against the turnbuckle with nowhere to move, my breast rising and falling with each labored breath, jiggling a littòe.
My core was taut, flexing involuntarily as the pressure increased, but my resolve didn’t falter. I refused to show to the crowd how much my pride is hurting right now. I clenched my teeth, my abs contracting to hold off the agony for just a little longer. Even with my muscles straining, I knew one thing: I wasn’t out of this match yet. Not by a long shot. Still, the humiliation is painful, i clench my fists as my eyes almost cross due to the smell of this tune smothering onto my nostrils and mouth. It never happened before, this shall lead to a severe, painful payback. The crowd is in shock, some applaud at you, no one was able to put the strongest under such severe pressure. Annie smirks. Hange too. They realise how vincible i can be despite my fame as killer machine.
Nanase_Haruka:
A wide ear to ear smirk coats my face as I savor every moment of this humiliation, every muffled sound your helpless mouth emits, every desperate whiff of your smothered nostrils. “Yeah.. that’s what you get for not taking me seriously, drown in your humiliation!” I sneer, swaying my hips one last time to fully rub it in the position you’re into, burn that helplessness in your soul. Then, I slowly peel off my crotch from your face, letting it slump forward a little.. our roles completely reversed right now. Taking just a step back, I waste just a single moment to admire your vulnerable form. This is probably the weakest you have ever felt. Then, lifting my right leg, I extend my foot towards your face, brushing your chin as my toes pushed up underneath, using it to force our eyes to meet. You don’t deserve my hand right now. “So much for the ‘Strongest Woman in the World’. Well, I suppose Titles are just Titles afterall.” I taunt; my words drenched in provocation, aiming to play with your pride until the very last moment. But this is partly a bluff, I know my limits, as much as I know that I’m still in this match thanks to a burst of adrenaline. One slips off and it’s all over, but right now.. I’m pulling the string of this match; I can end this. I will end this. As I pull away my foot, my right hand takes its place on the top of your skull, fingers entangling with your sweat-drenched strands before your head can sag once again. With a sharp tug on your scalp, I unceremoniously yank you up to your feet, a grunt slips as I do so. Leaning in with my head, my lips part as I whisper softly into your ear. “It’s time to end this, you’re done for.. Mi-ka-sa~”.
Freeing your hair, my right arm slides down your toned frame, grazing the taut muscles of your well-defined form, the left one resting on your shoulder as I steady myself. With a hard labored breath, I lift you up off your feet before turning your body upside down. Your head slides down, face-first against my crotch once again. The upper part of your thick thighs rest on my broad shoulders, your firm glutes a few inches away from my face as I hoist you up in a Tombstone Piledriver position. There, I began to walk us towards the center of the ring. Slowly and steadily as fatigue is quickly catching up, I’m spending everything I’ve left for this.. I could have spiked your head down in the corner, but I want everyone to witness the moment of your downfall. This will be my statement. Your ass cheeks jiggle with each step, accompanied by the clapping of the roaring crowd, they sense it. We’re heading into the climax of this match. As I reached the middle of the ring, I readjusted the grip that had slipped a bit given our sweat-drenched bodies. “This.. is the end!” I hiss under my strained breath; hot and steamy it breezes your derriere as I brace myself. Legs slightly apart, knees bent and a little hunched. The lights of the arena showering our glistening frame, the crowd now silent as I’m ready to put an end to this match, and along with it, to you as well.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
Your hips slammed into my face one last time, smothering me under the roar of the crowd. I gasped through your sweaty trunks, but there was no room, no air. When you finally peeled yourself off, my head slumped forward, my body shaking, muscles twitching from exhaustion. I looked up at you, my eyes half-lidded, my chest raisung up and down, my arms barely holding onto the bottom ropes for support. But you weren’t done. You smirked down at me and lifted your foot up, not your hand — and shoved it under my chin, forcing my head up with just your toes. You made me look you in the eye, helpless, humiliated, completely at your mercy right in front of everyone. Your words stabbed deeper than any move, worse than any battle i've been through. I tried to lift my arm to fight back — but it fell limply to the mat. I couldn’t stop you from mocking my fame, my pride yet. I was still a little dizzy by the harsh fall. The smother hold you applied eralier didn't help at all, but i manage to carry on. Your hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me roughly to my feet. My body stumbled, legs trembling, bare toes dragging across the canvas. You steadied me, feeling the way my muscles strained under my skin. Then you dipped low and lifted me up. My stomach pressed against your chest, my body flipped upside down in your arms. My thick thighs rested across your shoulders, my arms hanging limp toward the mat. The sweat dripped off my skin, running down over your back. The 'Strongest Woman in the World.' The girl who faced countless Titans. The girl who fought against the Rumbling. Now dangling upside down, my bare feet sticking up to the lights, toes curled tight, toes in yo jaww. To the crowd... it looked over. To you... it was over. You whispered something again — cocky, final. I didn’t hear it. Because when I opened my eyes and saw them — Eren..Armin..Jean..Sasha.
All watching me — their faces filled with worry , for the very first time they saw me in danger and it was painful. Im the one who always kept them safe, protected them. It's like watching the person who kept you safe perish.. just like.. a mother dying— I snapped. Before you could spike me, I movefd. wrapped my thighs around your neck and squeezed — tighter than steel cables. Then, with a cruel precision, I slammed my right forearm hard into your crotch. Hidden by the angle, the crowd would never catch what I did but i made sure so you could felt it. Hard. This low blow had to be done in order to make my work easier, the pain softening you up for what was coming ahead. My core flexed with brutal force, abs crunching like a drawn bow, every fiber of my body locking into place. Stretching upside down, I slammed my palms onto the canvas with a heavy smack, giving myself the leverage I needed to unleash the full storm inside me. "I'M NOT DONE YET!!" I roared — the voice of a warrior who refused to fall, blasting across the arena like a crack of thunder. With a savage twist of my hips, I wrenched your head violently sideways, aiming to rip your balance apart. The muscles in my thighs bulged under the strain, the thick cords of my legs crushing in tighter, my bare toes flexing wide, clawing the air above me. If i manage to make you stumble forward or jus t lean forward then that's all i need: With one brutal motion, I yanked you downward, spiking your face straight into the mat with a devastating upside-down headscissor slam! The crowd erupted in pure shock — but I was far from finished. Moving like a machine, I twisted my hips again, dragging your stunned body onto its stomach, never letting your neck escape my crushing thighs.
In the blink of an eye, I shifted position — thighs crossing tightly under your chin, ankles crossed behind your skull, my toes pointing up to the sky. I pushed myself into a push-up position, legs tightening like steel bands around your throat, locking you into a brutal, elevated figure-four choke — my own savage variation of the Code of Silence. You can only stare at my well trained ass cheeks as you thrashed and bucked behind me, panic setting in — but it didn't matter. My muscles only flexed harder, thighs swelling with unstoppable force around your neck. My calves cinched even tighter, my bare toes flexing and curling as the strain built up through my entire body, the scent of those soles easily reach to your nose. I leaned into the hold, grinding your windpipe between my legs, letting you feel every ounce of strength I had — the result of every heavy workout i've gone through until noww, a true showcase of power and raw dominance. A low, mocking laugh slipped from my lips as I gazed down at you, seeing the fear beginning to crack through your prideful face. "What's wrong?" I said coolly, my voice slicing through the roar of the arena like a knife. "Wasn't it over for me? I thought swimmers had such great cardio and stamina... yet here you are, Ha-ru-ka~ all pathethic and helpless like a weakling." Every breath you fought for was squeezed tighter and tighter into nothing. Every desperate movement only fed the vice around your neck, until there was no more pride, no more hope — just the cold, brutal reality: You were powerless. Helpless. Crushed between the thighs of the last livinng Ackerman.
Nanase_Haruka:
My knees were slightly tuck, arms laced around your waist, body straight in position. Everything was set, I was ready to put an end to this match. But.. in the very same instant I was about to spike your head down on the canvas with mine Tombstone Piledriver, my eyes widened in shock as your thighs suddenly clamped around my neck. "G-GWAAAH!?" A gagged groan escaped me, my throat immediately constricted under the immense pressure of your thighs. You were done for just a moment ago.. how was this possible?! But, I didn't even had time to worry about this sudden counter, that a jolt of pain traveled the whole of my frame as you elbowed my crotch! My knees buckling, shaking as they bent inward. Eyes squinting, and an high pitched groan left my mouth. A perfectly timed low blow hidden between the proximity of our bodies, a cheap shot.. at the worst time possible. My body leaned forward, struggling against the relentless squeeze and the combined weight of our frames. I felt it, I was loosing the momentum, everything I achieved in this match was crumbling in front of me. Myself along with it. Then, another sudden shift, your body savagely snapped forward preceded by a declaring roar! "N-NGHH.. STOAAAAAGHH--". Words barely had the time to slip past my lips as the impact against the canvas halted them. A loud BAAAANG echoed across the stage as my face was spiked viciously against the mat in a kinda Headscissor Takedown. My head bouncing in between your thighs, my skull rattled from the shock, brain spinning like a flipper.. for a moment, everything went black. The crowd went wild after witnessing yet another counter, meanwhile my body lays sprawled on the canvas, my head still imprisoned in between your massive thighs. "G-GNNHH.." I groan while my eyelids slowly stir open. Eyes darting all over the place, struggling to understand where I am.. but all I can see are those round, firm ass-cheeks in front of me.
My head hurt, I don't even know how I ended up on my knees in the first place, then.. as you cinch in the hold, realization struck. I've blacked out for a moment. Fuck. In this position my balance is thrown off, and suddenly, the pressure around my neck doubles as you flex every muscle of your legs. My hands instinctively shoots up to press against your thighs, my fingers digging into the taut muscle as I try to pry even the slightest bit of space. But it’s hopeless. I can feel the shift in your legs, the way your thighs flex and mold around my throat, sinking in deeper, claiming every inch of space until my airway is squeezed tight. A sharp gasp catches in my throat, but it never fully escapes my lungs. My breath is cut short as my windpipe is compressed, grinding against the sweat-coated skin of your meaty thighs. My vision pulses at the edges as blood struggles to circulate. My eyes are a blend of desperation and panic, my cheeks flushing of a deep red almost immediately! My heartbeat quickens as I grit my teeth, jaw clenched as I fight to stay conscious, the left hand clawing at your thigh, but my strength is fading. Fast.. faster than I actually want to admit. The more I resist, the tighter your hold becomes, resembling a quicksand.. and I'm being dragged to the bottom. "N-NGHH.. F-FUU..!!". My legs twitch, knees sliding along the canvas, failing to grip the surface, it's simply too slippery due to the sweat. My struggles, once frantic and powerful, begin to die down. My fingers slip against your thighs, unable to get a grip. My chest rises in short, shallow breaths, my body fighting a losing battle against the inevitable. Adding to the mix, there's the intoxicating scent of your sweat and the smell of your soles, it's overwhelming. My mind refuses to accept it, the tiny, little flame of pride inside me still wants to burn bright, but it's useless, even that is destined to fade away, and is reflected in my eyes. My body alredy begun to accept the impending defeat. You have me now. You absolutely have me.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
I kept my legs locked tight in the figure-four choke for a second or more, your body squirming uselessly behind my back, i can see your pathethic expression right between my sweaty, meaty ass cheeks as i look back. I spot your eyes, they are almost about to roll over. Your fingers can't grip on my thick thighs anymore, they begin to slip off my sweaty skin. I can very well keep going, i train hard everyday, i could keep chocking you out with ease. Though i must admit, after a whole match of pro wrestling, my core is burning, but i keep going. You're about to go out. Passing out like this doesn't suit you, i want you to feel every single bit of your defeat, you must be conscious. I must keep you awake. So, with slow and deliberate control, I shifted my weight — and uncoiled my ankles from behind your skull. My thighs slid open just enough to free your throat, trapping your head instead, a thigh pressed against each side of your face. You could breathe again, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t fight. You were helpless, stuck between the raw power of my legs. This is a good compromise, isn't it? I stayed proud in my elevated push-up stance, palms firm on the mat, my body hovering strong above yours. My core flexed hard, my sixpack of steel carving deep into rigid lines, the muscles on my back harden and bulge in a spectacular definition, every fiber tight and supreme, even though im not a bodybuilder. My glutes clenched, my hamstrings and quads bulged, veins popping along my thighs and calves, holding you completely in place. I kept my legs locked tight, your head trapped between my thighs, my body proud in the push-up stance, ready to deliver my signature move..The War Hammer Rage . Inspired by the war hammer titan, the very one i destroyed with ease.
My core flexed hard, my abs deep and rigid, back muscles thick under my sweaty skin. Raising my hips high, I drove your face into the canvas with brutal force. The impact cracked through the arena like a thunderclap, the mat bouncing under the power. The second slam came just as fast, my body moving like a machine, pure strength and fury. The crowd roared louder, but I didn’t even hear them — all I felt was the fire burning in my blood. My bare toes flexed toward the ceiling, legs pulsing as I ripped you up again. The third slam hit even harder, your body twitching helplessly behind me, your face grinding against the mat with each brutal blow. Still, I didn’t stop — my thighs clamped your skull tighter, my core crushing harder, my toes curling like hooks toward the sky. Somewhere through the chaos, I caught the faint sound of Armin yelling in shock from the crowd: "That's the War Hammer Rage!! She’s using it!!” Eren’s voice followed, low and full of awe: "She’s... incredible... fuck." I wrenched you up again, slamming you down for the fourth time. The canvas bounced from the force, your body going more limp by the second. I wasn’t even sure if you were conscious anymore — but I didn’t care. Your fate was sealed between my thighs. From the corner of my eye, I saw Annie turn her back and storm off, not wanting to watch me destroy you. Zeke's voice came next, low and heavy: "That's how she finished Pieck too." Reiner grunted, folding his arms and watching grimly. "The swimmer's done for," he muttered.
Another brutal crunch of my abs, a whip of my hips — the fifth slam rattled through both our bodies, the ring shaking like an earthquake under us. I gathered the last of my strength, veins popping along my thighs and calves, every muscle in my body flexing as I dragged you up one more time. Finally, with one last savage pull, I smashed your face down into the mat for the sixth and final time, the loudest impact of all — the whole ring quivered from it. The bell of defeatr is about to sound. My dominance is about to conquer your heart. I wanted to show the arena what happens when you think you can face off against me. With a smooth roll of my hips, I flipped both of us over onto our backs. My legs finally loosened, releasing your crushed head, letting it fall limply onto the mat. I breathed hard, chest rising and falling, feeling my whole body buzz from the power I had just unleashed. Panting heavily, I pushed myself up to my knees, slowly, letting the moment stretch out. My hand drifted to my aching, rock-hard abs, massaging the deep, rigid lines carved into my belly, savoring the ache of battle. I caught Eren's eyes through the ropes. He looked at me like I was something untouchable, something more than human. A soft, knowing smile curled on my lips. I winked at him — playful, almost teasing ,before running my fingers once more over my tight, sweat-slicked stomach to massage my sore muscles a bit. Then I moved again. Dropping down to all fours, I crawled over your ruined body, my soft breast brushing against your face and chest as I stalked you like a predator. I grabbed the back of your knees, feeling the dead weight of your legs in my hands. With a hard pull, I yanked them up and toward me, folding you up underneath me.
I slid my ass slowly down onto your face, smothering your broken pride with my full weight. Settling into the pin, I tucked your legs under my armpits, securing you perfectly beneath me as i fold you over right in front of the whole audience. My body was a monument of strength and beauty, every muscle flexed tight under the hot arena lights.. while yours was a testament of total defeat. I turned my head to the referee, my voice low and dripping with authority: "Count to ten. I want him to feel every second of this. I want the world to witness my triumph" The referee didn’t even hesitate, dropping to the mat, slapping his hand doown with a sharp, resounding thwack. I smirked, grinding my hips just a little harder, making sure every inch of your face was trapped beneath me. Your body lay limp, utterly at my mercy, and I took full advantage of it. My ass cheeks squeezed tight over your face, locking you in place, a constant reminder of just how powerless you were beneath me, but also making sure you won't breathe free. "How does it feel?" I taunted, my voice steady, dripping with cruel delight. "To lose to someone you swore you could best.." The crowd roared around us, but all I could hear was the thud of my own pulse, deep and steady. I shifted my weight again, pressing my rear further into your face — a reminder, one final reminder, of who truly held the power in this ring. "You should have known better than to think you could beat me.." I sneered, my voice oozing disdain. I laughed softly, mockingly, relishing the sight of you beneath me. I didn’t care if you were still conscious. Your struggle was pointless. "Remember earlier in the match? You forced me to smell your.. ugh.."
Another grind of my hips, this time deliberate, purposeful, driving home every bit of my superiority. I wanted you to feel it — to feel every inch of your defeat as I took complete control. "Now it's time for you to feel a worse scent,. Make sure o inhale just the little bit of horrid, stinky scent of my ass" My voice cold and cutting. "I want you to feel your strenght fade away, i want you to comprehend how bad this loss is.. i want to feel your pride shatter under my pressure" With every shift, I dug your nose and mouth deeper between my ass cheeks, making sure you could smell my slim, sweaty panties, my ass cheeks tightening, my muscles working to crush and smother any last shred of resistance from you. I wasn’t just winning. I was making you feel your defeat. I could feel your body beneath me, sagging, yielding, accepting the truth. You were nothing.
War Hammer Rage:
Nanase_Haruka:
My vision is fading fast, strength leaving my body even faster. You're going to squeeze me into submission, driving me into the unconsciousness. It's over, I thought to myself.. to whatever was left of it anyway. But then, just as my eyes were about to roll back, disappearing into my skull.. your thighs loosened around my neck, uncoiled on purpose. My head naturally sagged down, sliding in between your massive limbs, just to be catched at height of my cheeks. Your thick, meaty thighs were now clamped around my head, squashing it on the sides. Lips parted immediately, sucking in quick, grogged breaths. Air filling my lungs, chest heaving at a desperate pace. I was still conscious; I was still in this match.. though, I knew very well I truly wasn't anymore. My arms were partly limp at my sides, fingers twitching against the canvas. The fight had already been drained from me, yet.. you weren't satisfied, nor was the crowd. You wanted more; they wanted more. My eyes fixated on the canvas, fogged and blurred my vision struggled to even catch the shadows of our bridged frames. I was already in a pathetic state; I couldn’t muster the strength to utter a single word, my body was a vessel of the prideful fighter I once was. The sheer pressure of your thighs was overwhelming, you were holding me up in an absolute showcase of control and power, you could have probably crushed my skull if you wanted to, but this wasn’t your intent. Having seen a couple of your matches, I know very well what’s coming.. but I’m not ready for it, not by any stretch of the imagination. And then, as cold as an executioner, your hips thrust against the back of my head, smashing my head face-first against the canvas in a viciously fashion! “G-GAAAH..!!” a hoarse sound leaves my lips, filled with nothing but emptiness. My skull rattled from the impact as a LOUD BANG echoed across the arena, brain playing a ping pong game from one side of my cranium to the other.
My eyes are half-lidded, swimming in a sea of daze as they barely have the strength to register what’s coming my way. My head, still ensnared between your meaty thighs, part ways with the canvas as you lift my upper body up. As taut as a drawing bow, I can feel the shift in your toned frame. Your muscles tense up, mine are sluggish and unresponsive, at your mercy. With a second thrust, you spike my face once again against the unforgiving canvas. Another LOUD BANG roars across the stage, followed by a wild cheer. The crowd finally picked up on what's happening, rallying up the momentum, they're going crazy. My arms flop on the canvas, my body slumps forward as it sags against yours. A faint groan slip past my lips the moment you lifted me up again, there was no end in sight. The third smash came in, fast, precise, unforgiving. Another LOUD BANG cut through the noise, my face brutalized against the canvas, forced to grind against it as you kept going. “A-Aaghh..” A weak, ragged gasp pushed against my throat, my body desperately fighting a war just to stay conscious. I couldn’t hear anything besides my own heartbeat, every thump faster than the previous one, panic and desperation chained my heart. I was completely powerless in between your thighs; I felt the heaviness of my own helplessness. Steadily, you lifted my frame a fourth time, displaying how pathetic the body I was so proud off looks. You were obliterating whatever was left of me, destroying me entirely. Each slam a statement, a warning for those who will come after me. The fourth LOUD BANG roared across the arena as you bashed my head once again, the ring shaking underneath the violence of each blow. My body twitching as the massacre was still going on, skull rattled, breath itching, vision spinning.. I knew it, I was defeated, but still.. you hoisted my frame up yet again. Glistening under the flashing lights of the arena, our sweat-soaked bodies are a stark contrast.
Yours taut, flexed and ready to end me.Mine completely slumped into yours, limbs limp and unresponsive. Then, once again, you thrusted in. The canvas approaching faster than the previous hits, air cutting against the features of my face as you drove it against the mat. A fifth LOUD BANG reverberates through the arena, ring quaking under us.. my head completely rattled, consciousness entering and leaving my body intermittently. I’ve never looked so helpless before, used as a complete ragdoll for you to toy with. Then again, you lifted my upper body up at a slightly higher point, your thighs clamped tight around my face. I could breathe, but I couldn’t escape. My fate was sealed. Finally, with one last savage thrust of your hips, you smashed my head against the solid canvas for a sixth and final time, the LOUDEST BANG of them all rocked through the arena. My head jerked up and down, eyes completely shut down, and a few beads of saliva flying around, I blacked out once again. It was at that moment that you released me, letting my limp frame to roll on the canvas on its back. My head slouched to a side, chest raising and falling at an unsteady pace. My arms sprawled, legs spread, body twitching slightly. It was clear, the match was over, I was finished.. but, you weren’t. After a few moments, like a predator you stalked my frame. My eyes stirring unwillingly under the soft brush of your sweaty breasts on my face, followed by a sudden pull. My legs yanked harshly, ass up with me folded underneath you. A weak, shuddering inhale filled my lungs, but that wasn’t enough as you slid back, planting your firm, sweat-coated ass over my face. A humiliating pin to end it, to finally bring the word END to this match, and to me as well. My lips part slightly, nose already deep into your ass-crack.. my airways immediately smothered out. THUMP THUMP. All I could hear right now was the pounding of my own heart. Your voice? A distant echo.
The crowd? A buzzing noise. I’ve lost the count of the thwack against the canvas even before they even started. Nothing mattered as of now. THUMP THUMP. A shameful heat creeps under my skin, a deep feeling of unease sinks into my chest as I realize for the umpteenth time how helpless I am. You adjust over my face, grinding harder to remind me of my pathetic position. My arms are free, but I don’t have a single ounce of strength left to even attempt a weak, faint push.. pathetic. THUMP THUMP. There are no wild movements, no more desperate attempt to break free like earlier in the match. It’s just my pathetic self, trapped beneath you, my frame trembling ever so slightly as my struggle start to fade. THUMP. A weak, muffled moans slip from my parted lips, and as I do so.. the sweat of your stinky booty drips in. An automatic gag-reflex came in, the horrid stench of your body fills my lungs and throat, forcing a harsh cough out of me.. muffled under that thick derriere. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. My heartbeat skyrockets, panic sets in. I’ve exhausted the last reserve of air left, realization slowly creeps in, this the end of the ride for me. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Everything about my body got heavier, fingertips barely twitching.. limbs sluggish, completely unresponsive. THUMP THUMP. My body already betrayed me a long time ago, but now it was clear.. my fighting spirit had been completely subdued. THUMP. The edge of my vision darkens as your booty engulfed the whole of my face, features smeared underneath it. THUMP. My mind fogged, thoughts shattered across the corner of it. THUMP. My body twitches one last time, a final, faint attempt to resist, but it’s useless. The weight of this loss dragging me under, it’s too much. THU--.
Until I can hear no more the sound of my own heart beating. My eyes finally roll back inside my skull, everything went pitch black. Now, my frame lays sprawled and knocked out cold underneath you, a further reminder of my weakness. You’ve destroyed of what I prided myself with, you left me as an empty shell of the fighter I once was.. nothing more. I was nothing. And you rubbed it on my face until the very last moment as I drifted toward the unconsciousness, with you still seated over me, using my face and my body merely as a throne for you.
Ackerman_Mikasa:
I astood seated on your face for just a little longer, savoring the silence that followed the storm — your limp legs flopped down uselessly as soon as i let them fall from my grasp, a final sign that every ounce of fight had been drained from you, bested by my hands. The roar of the crowd surged again, but I could barely hear it past the thudding of my own pulse and the ache in my core. My arms wrapped around my sore stomach, muscles tight and trembling. I'd poured everything into this — strength, focus, willpower —..and it had taken its toll. You weren't just any opponent. You were the best opponent i've ever faced in the pro wrestling ring, and yet I brought you down, inch by inch, breath by breath i am now sitting victorious over your face. My sweat pouring from my ass cheeks down to your face, they relax, go soft after such a match. With a slow breath, I stood tall. I placed my right foot firmly over your face, pressing it gently to the side so your head turned toward the cameras. A clear view — of what was left of thje so-called contender who’d dared to challenge the Strongest woman in the world. The crowd lost it again as I flexed my arms overhead, biceps bulging like stone beneath my skin, triceps flaring with the effort. Every part of me screamed power and dominance, forged through discipline and unshakable resolve. I looked down, letting your face roll up toward me again. A quiet moment passed. I bent my leg, brushing my toes lightly across your lips — not to hurt, but to see. I curled them gently, pulling at your lower lip, just enough to reveal your expression, dazed and empty. I decide to slide my foot rith into your mouth once again, im sure deep inside, where your last bit of consciousness is resting, you can feel the putrid taste of my sole and taste entering your open mouth. You lay defeated, but i know it.
You love this position, to feel the bare foot of the legendary Mikasa Ackerman after she bested you? It must be priceless. “There you are,” I whispered with a small, breathless smirk as i look down at you. “What were you expecting, trying to take on someone like me? You fought like a warrior, but… against me?” I let the silence hang, then slowly drew my foot back. A shift in my stance, and I reached down to grab you by the hair, lifting your limp form with care — not cruelty. You collapsed forward into me, no strength left to hold yourself up. I caught you easily, draping your body across my shoulder like I’d done so many times before… like I’d carried Eren in training, back when we were younger as he got mad at Jean. “Though…” I paused, shifting your weight slightly on my shoulder as I glanced toward the sea of flashing lights and cheering fans. My voice came low, quiet but clear enough for the cameras to catch. “You were the toughest I’ve ever faced. No one else’s pushed me like that. You really were something, Haruka.” The name held weight on my tongue, and I let it linger for a second before continuing. “But now... now you know what it means to fight me.” My tone didn’t waver, didn’t soften. I wasn’t apologizing this was pure acknowledging. A warrior doesn’t downplay her victories, but she does recognize the fire in her opponent. And you, Haruka brought it until i smothered it out.
With your limp frame draped over my shoulder, I stepped over the ropes and down to the floor, my bare feet thudding heavy against the ground. The crowd parted before me like a wave breaking on stone, awe and admiration written across every face. You didn’t deserve to be left behind — not like that, unconscious, face buried in the mat with no one to lift you up. That’s not how I let worthy fighters go out. My victory had already been immortalized in the ring, in every camera flash and cheer, in every second of your resistance and every second of my dominance. I had nothing left to prove, i have conquered the glory of this battle and your body too. You were more than a swimmer. You were a fighter. And even in defeat, you earned my respect — not just with your strength, but with your will to endure, to fight through what should’ve broken anyone else long before the first slam hit. This wasn’t just another win for me. It was a statement. Still undefeated. Still standing. Still carrying the pride of being the strongest. And now, carrying the one who dared to test that title — and nearly made me work for it. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to, the plebs in the crowd are the one staring at me, my body sore and sweaty, loving the sight of so much of my skin showing, my breast and ass jiggling for each step i take, carrying you away from these eyes, back to the infirmary.
MIKASA ACKERMAN WINS BY PINFALL.
THE PROUD, BRAVE SWIMMER ENDS UP DROWING IN MIKASA'S DOMINANCE. UNABLE TO FINISH OFF THE ACKERMAN, HE STILL CONQUERS HER RESPECT THROUGH GREAT EFFORTS. PROVING TO BE ONE OF THE BEST, IF NOT THE BEST MALE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD.
Published: 2025-05-03, viewed 228 times.
Toji Fushiguro
2025-05-11 17:24Haruka he very big talent, big attitude go go boom boom!
Levismasher
2025-05-11 10:38This second part go crazy!! Humilition fly everywhere like boom bam!! Mikasa win but Haruka he my real champ, that last move?? WORTH ALL THE TICKETS!! So much beauty in the hit, like art or pancake flip. Mikasa got big attitude yes but Haruka also got attitude, good one, like chai in heavy rain!!😵😵
Anastasia Ishchenko
2025-05-06 14:11I am a fighter who prefers to express through striking and jiu-jitsu, but i still can't deny the amazing show pro wrestling can deliver. I couldn't ever replicate such moves, i may be great at knocking people out, but that last move from Mikasa Ackerman was nasty. Good job to the both of you.
Nanase Haruka
2025-05-06 14:28(In reply to this)
Thank you very much for the kind words, Anastasia! I'm glad the show me and Mikasa created was able to reach even other kind of fighters, it truly means a lot! And yes, Mika's last move was brutal.. I can't remember properly what happened after the 5th smash!
Nicolas Acosta
2025-05-04 16:22Well just like I commented in the other post….. This was awesome , I would say I’m impressed but I know your capabilities and I know you could pull a story like this one off…. But my god that was amazing work from both of you
Ackerman Mikasa
2025-05-05 00:32(In reply to this)
Thank you Nic, I'm sure we will have some time to have similar type of fun. Maybe collecting another victory too~
Jay D Maid (deleted member)
2025-05-04 01:45HOLY FUCKING CHRIST YOU GUYS ARE SO GOD DAMN COOL!!
Ackerman Mikasa
2025-05-05 00:31(In reply to this)
Thank you Jay, you truly are an adorable maid~
Nanase Haruka
2025-05-04 10:22(In reply to this)
Thank you so much Mah Boy Jaaaaay🥺 Those words means A LOT!
Jay D Maid (deleted member)
2025-05-04 11:33(In reply to this)
That’s good because I was truly at a loss to aay anything else
Jessthefighter
2025-05-03 23:51But a sad ending for Haruka 🤔 or is it?
Nanase Haruka
2025-05-04 10:21(In reply to this)
Haruka definitely won't complain about the ending, fighting head-to-head against the Strongest Woman in the World is alredy a victory~
Askeladd Ruthkaaznok
2025-05-03 21:43Also you both did a beautiful job, both in the match and in the editing
Ackerman Mikasa
2025-05-05 00:31(In reply to this)
Thank you, Haruka made me work overtime for the editing. I will make sure to punish him further in our next match.
I appreciate your words Asky
Nanase Haruka
2025-05-04 10:59(In reply to this)
Thanks a lot Askeladdo! Mikasa was definitely the MVP here😉
Also, I'm glad you've enjoyed all those pics, we wanted the readers to feel immersed in their read! :3
Askeladd Ruthkaaznok
2025-05-03 21:42Im the type of reader that skips everything but pics. OH BOY THIS IS SO HOT WTF