Poorly for Marisa.

“I do not want to break you too quickly, so I shall offer you the first hit.” Marisa graciously offered, not realizing just how insulting she was being. Marisa lowered her head and pointed her index finger towards her chin. Manon was not one to refuse one’s kindness, and happily accepted the free blow, which she would not squander. The ballet fighter brought her long and slender leg back, tensed her foot, and swung her foot right between Marisa’s legs.

BOOF!

The beastly woman’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, the low blow landing flush against her private part. Marisa’s vagina throbbed with agony, but with a twinge of delight. She couldn’t deny the pain she felt, evidenced by her soundless scream, but there was a feeling of warmth that accompanied it. Marisa’s hands reached down to her aching pussy, massaging her crotch, and lessening the pain. A droplet of spittle clung from her crimson lip, and beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. “T-That was... Oof... Was a very good hit...” Marisa muttered between groans of discomfort. Manon was unimpressed with Marisa’s lack of constitution and decided to pile on the offence.

THWUMP! THWOMP! THWAMP!

Manon elegantly grabbed the thick arms of her opponent and tossed her around with ease. Marisa landed back first into the dirt, her entire body being thrown around like a sack of spuds. Manon expertly used her dexterous legs to trip and fling Marisa around, using her magnificent centre of balance to easily maneuver the larger woman. The crowd watched in awe as Manon womanhandled Marisa with the grace of a dancer. Marisa was slammed into the dirt several times, her body becoming bruised and battered, her dignity slowing being wittled away. Amongst the feelings of pain, there was a tingling sensation of satisfaction that came with being beaten down by a smaller woman. The gladiator couldn’t quite comprehend the feelings at first, but knew she couldn’t allow this disgraceful display to continue any longer.

Marisa scrambled to her wide feet, dusting off the dirt, and putting up her dukes. “A very good start, but now I must get serious!” Marisa proclaimed as she charged at the nimble model. Manon used her incredible reach to stomp on Marisa’s toes before she could get too close. Marisa howled in agony, her large toes were an easy target, and buckled under the **** of Manon’s heel. Manon followed up with a poke to the eyes, and a tug of the crimson locks, tossing Marisa overhead. Marisa landed with an explosion of dust, her giant body crashing into the ground, her limbs flopping about helplessly. “Agh! You fight dirty!” Marisa angrily complained. “This is a fight, is it not? Not a dance recital? Mon amour.” Manon cheekily retorted.