....but there's still a bit more to get through!

Hatzinbobber's in control right now, sitting atop her pinned opponent, but both girls are still absolute messes and she isn't breathing any less heavily. Still, Hatzinbobber decides to take the chance to taunt her opponent, breathily calling out her insults.

"Come on! I thought you were going to represent third years!" She grinds her hips and and down Mallowen's tired crotch. "Do your best! It's no fun if I barely have to try!"

Mallowen grits her teeth, and adjusts her body slightly beneath Hatzinbobber -- but she used up most of her strength in that short-lived lift earlier, and with her opponent's full weight on her lower half, she'll need more time to rest if she wants to really get out of this.

"I'm not even close to finished yet!" She retorts loudly, a proud superhero-like expression on her face. "You're not going to win this!"

A flash of wicked appreciation flashes across Hatzinbobber's eyes. Stretching Mallowen's arms up high above her head, she slithers her fit sweat-covered body up and along her opponent's, coming to a stop with her breasts resting on Mallowen's collarbone.

"Then why don't I finish you off?" She purrs, before jumping her body just slightly forward, dumping her sports bra and all of its contents on top of Mallowen's face.

The brunette lets out noises of surprised rage and strain, struggling to move under Hatzinbobber's tight hold or to roll her face to the side to take in some air, but her efforts result in nothing more than her splayed-out brown hair getting into even more of a mess on the ring's mat. Her yelling protests, entirely silent to the watching audience, serve only to send vibrations through the dominating pair pressed up against her face. Hatzinbobber moans pleasurably from atop her opponent at these sensations, and at the successful smothering of her foe. After minutes of intense fighting, she's now going to win entirely just by lying down her soft bosom onto her opponent's face, getting a chance to catch her own breath all the while. It's exhilarating. She can't help but hum contentedly, rubbing her plump boobs from side to side across her adversary's exhausted face.

Hatzinbobber might be getting too caught up in the pleasure, though, shutting her eyes and moaning once again in her assumed victory. Beneath her, the tired and worn-out Mallowen boils. Even though she's exhausted, and isn't sure how much energy she has left in her, she knows that her opponent isn't doing much better. Despite Hatzinbobber's better position at the present moment, she's still worn out and tired. If she could just muster the strength to throw this worthy (if bratty) tyrant off of her, she surely wouldn't need more than a few strikes to bring her down. Mallowen just needs to find it within herself to go past her body's limits!

Moving quickly and without warning, Mallowen manages to break her wrists free of the somewhat casual grip that Hatzinbobber's hands have adopted, to instead place her palms on the hips of the lady lying atop her. She needs air first if she wants to win this, and just a small lift should do well enough!

Roaring with empassioned power, Mallowen puts all of her remaining strength into pushing the startled Hatzinbobber further, further up into the air -- even as Hatzinbobber gets her focus back on the fight, and works to maintain the hold, Mallowen has already freed her head from the menacing cleavage of her opponent and is sucking in the deep breaths that she so needed. Only now does Mallowen realise exactly how close she'd been to passing out beneath her opponent's body, but she isn't finished yet.

Hatzinbobber frantically wraps her fingers around Mallowen's wrists again, gritting her teeth and trying desperately to pull them sideways so that the arms might give way. If she could just do that, her breasts would be dumped right back over Mallowen's barely-conscious face to seal the deal completely. But, as she tries to tug with all she's got, it's no good -- Mallowen is just too determined!

As Mallowen pushes ever harder, her face is bright red -- both from the oxygen deprivation and from the burning humiliation she'd been feeling at the prospect of being knocked out in such an embarrassing way in front of everybody. Who would ever respect her after seeing her limp and sprawled out on the canvas, limbs stiff and toes curled, beneath the mighty chest of an opponent? An opponent who would no doubt lack any mercy in the subsequent mocking and taunting delivered directly to her insensible passed-out face. No, she's going to win this, and not just because she's the better fighter -- but because she can't afford to lose!

In an act of desperation, Hatzinbobber reaches forward and grabs two firm handfuls of Mallowen's chest, squeezing her boobs tightly. In surprise, the brunette's powerful roar turns into a high pitched squeal, and her face reddens even more, but still the wide-eyed girl does not give out. As Hatzinbobber desperately transitions to twisting the nipples of her opponent through her khaki sports bra, Mallowen lifts her opponent high enough to roll her off of her body and to the side with a powerful and girly yell.

Hatzinbobber rolls one full roll, then immediately springs up. Meanwhile, Mallowen staggers to her own feet as quickly as she can, not wanting to give away any opportunities to waste her efforts. Mallowen is breathing in shuddered breaths, barely keeping herself upright, but managing it nonetheless. Though Hatzinbobber is panting (and feeling a bit hot), she's still clearly in better shape than the recent smother victim. It also looks like there's a good bit of sleepy drool pooled up in the middle of her olive green sports bra, to Mallowen's shame.....

Mallowen staggers one step towards her opponent. This- needs to be finished- right now!

She throws a heavy punch, which Hatzinbobber handily dodges, but that wasn't the real attack. During the punch, she had positioned her body to hide the strike she was really going to put her all into -- a devastating knee, aimed right for Hatzinbobber's body while she was focused on getting her head out of the way of the sloppy punch!

But barely milliseconds before the knee is launched from its wound up position, the attempt is sabotaged. Her heavy punch threw much of her hair over the front of her shoulder, just as most of her right handed attacks had been for the entire fight, and Hatzinbobber had taken notice of that. Before Mallowen brings the impact that Hatzinbobber doesn't know is coming, she's pulled over with a pitiable yelp at a sudden tug of her hair from the cheap-fighting opponent, shockingly brought to her knees.

Collapsing forward into the kneeling position, the shaky fighter tries desperately to get a leg beneath herself to stand once again, but Hatzinbobber doesn't give her the opportunity -- keeping one hand tightly holding the hair of her opponent, her other goes low, sliding into her shocked opponent's panties, and viciously stimulating her most sensitive part. Mallowen is not able to react. Her jaw opens up wide and her shoulders slacken, all of the remaining energy and adrenaline in her body being sucked out of her by the indelicate touches down below.

Grinning widely once more, Hatzinbobber sees that the second wind which the brunette had managed to find was now completely gone, and her victory was assured. Keeping her hands as they are, one holding onto her opponent's hair and the other working at her twitching pussy, Hatzinbobber leads her opponent down to lay on her back. Mallowen follows along dumbly, her face barely responsive as she merely maintains in her wide-eyed, gaping-mouthed expression.

"H-Ha!" Hatzinbobber blurts out, tightening her yanking hold on the other girl's hair and quickening her work on the girl's lower half. "I told you I'd beat you! This is SO easy!"

The crowd gasps at the sight. Is this really how the match between the two greatest fighters was going to be won?

Wild eyes and a greedy grin define Hatzinbobber's face as she keeps sliding her hand up and down her opponent's ever-slickening lower half.

"I told you! I told you! I told you!"

A wavering moan escapes from Mallowen's stuck-open mouth, before it at last manages to shut and her wide eyes blink twice in complete disbelief.

"But you just had to fight it! So now I'm going to embarrass you!" Hatzinbobber declares in rapid and excited speech, running her fingers up and down her opponent's pussy lips so quickly that the attached panties are beginning to slip down her spasming thighs. "I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!"

Beneath the mad minx, Mallowen gasps in a **** breath. She's getting lightheaded from all the attention from her underclasswoman -- and, shamefully, she's also incredibly close to giving up her juices and cumming at the hands of this crass opponent.

N-not like this..... Mallowen thinks, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. An-any way but this......

She's feeling dizzier and dizzier with each passing second, and her lower half is already wetter than ever. With her head spinning and her muscles weak, there's nothing that she can do to prevent the inevitable flood.

Weakly releasing a cute cry, and without any further warning, the lying-back Mallowen arches her back up and spills all of her juice out for her opponent's massaging hand, cumming in barely over half a minute of stimulation. With how tired and oxygen starved she already was, the excessive pleasure is enough to send her eyes rolling back as her consciousness leaves her brain and she faints right then and there in the ring, still getting rubbed relentlessly all the way through and after her orgasm.

"YES!" Shouts Hatzinbobber in victory, continuing to **** the spraying hole of her opponent. "YES, YES, YES! SHE'S CUMMING, EVERYONE! SHE PASSED OUT AND SHE'S CUMMING!"

Removing her hand only after an excessive continuation of her play with the limp cumtap, Hatzinbobber slaps her sleeping opponent, sending Mallowen's head rolling at the same time as her cheek is stained with her own excess juices. The excited winner bends over the passed-out cum-smacked face of the third year fighter. Even though her sleeping foe can't hear her, Hatzinbobber shouts one final exultant declaration of victory anyway.

"YOU LOSE!"