Keep playing, but you’re overconfident

This couldn’t really be how you end your first match, right? So quick? No, you were already relishing your assured victory you didn’t want this match to end. You didn’t want to give up this feeling of pride at dominating some gangbanger girl. And after you were done playing, you were gonna march up Clarissa and tell her that some middle-class white girl from the suburbs was just as good at fighting as anyone else. Maybe you’d even challenge Clarissa once you were done with Adrianna...

You released your headlock slowly, and stood up with an impatient look on your face. “Get up you...you beaner bitch! I’m not done with you yet!” You put your hands on your hips and walked a few feet backward, giving Adrianna room. You flashed a bright smile before giggling and dishing out more insults of your own. “Awww, what’s the matter you...illegal immigrant? Where’s that gangster shit-talk you had earlier?”

Adrianna shot you a dark look as she coughed, but said nothing. She remained on the floor, clearly trying to get her bearings.

You figured you had some time before she recovered, so you decided to turn your back to her and face the judges. You sensually ran your hands across your body as you struck a few sexy poses, and the judges eagerly snapped photos of you. Encouraged, you took off your scrunchie and waved your beautiful blonde hair around, and spread your legs apart.

(Pose reference: https://akns-images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2015413/rs_634x1024-150513124257-634.si-hannah-ferguson.cm.51315.jpg?fit=inside%7C900:auto&output-quality=90 )

“Looks like white girls are hotter than ugly tattooed latinas, huh?” You taunt without bothering to look at Adrianna.

That turns out to be a big mistake. Because while you were posing, Adrianna had already gotten up. And while you were bragging, she was aiming a kick between your conveniently spread legs.

All your thoughts of dominance, of bragging to Clarissa, vanished the instant you felt Adrianna’s foot connect with your vagina. “OOOHHHh!!! Uhhaww...”

Adrianna removed her leg and spun you around, then uppercutted your C-Cups. While the sight of your bikini-covered tits bouncing was good for the judges, it most certainly was not good for you. You didn’t have time to scream before the latina silently unleashed a flurry of punches.

First a couple punches to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. “Ooofff!! Owww...”

Then at your sensitive boobs, still aching from the first time Adrianna punched them. “AWW!! Mnnn...shit! W-Wait!!”

Then finally one uppercut to your throbbing pussy, punctuated by Adrianna grinding her knuckles against your moist slit. “Mmm...n-no! No...n-not like this...”

All you could do after that was sink to your knees, with one arm covering your breasts (which somehow managed to stay in your bikini top), and another arm covering your poor, quivering womanhood. Your body shuddered, overcome with humiliation, pain, and defeat. “How...?” you whimper. “I was gonna...gonna win...”

“Fuckin’ pathetic whore,” Adrianna spat behind you before wrapping an arm around your throat. “Blondies really are dumb; bikini modeling during a match, really?!”

“Urk! Oh shit...! No...!” You knew she had you in a sleeperhold. You weakly tried prying your arms free, until you felt Adrianna’s other hand reach into your bikini bottoms.

“That’s right, you pale bitch! Was gonna have some fun with you before, but now I’m just gonna knock you out and finger-fuck you while I do it!”

This is bad, you thought while your hand reached down to keep Adrianna from entering you with her fingers. You had to think of something, quick! You really didn’t want some tattooed gangster chick to be the person to take your virginity, but as Adrianna tightened her sleeperhold your strength weakened by the second. Could you get out in time?