Sonya and Elsa put on a show

The two trained athletes squared off, both brimming with confidence. When they first met in the circle, not that long ago, they were relative strangers, having been set up by Sam. Today, they had a better idea of what they were doing and were now practically besties, having trained together, wrestled as a team and spent a good amount of the last month hanging out. They were very similar people in that they were both competitive and excitable. Tonight, there was an air of competition, as if they were at one of their respective sport’s event meets, only this time they were each other’s opponents.

“You know, I was wondering why you waited this long to ask for a rematch!” Sonya said to Elsa as they circled the ring, never taking her eyes off her opponent. “I figured you realized you didn’t stand a chance against me!”

“Oh I was just biding my time!” Elsa smirked. Walking from side to side, gauging the range and intent of the woman across from her. “Looking for your weaknesses!”

“Yeah? And you couldn’t find any?” Sonya chuckled, settling down to prepare and decide her approach.

“I’ve found plenty! Want to see?” Elsa grinned. She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she came charging at her opponent like a rushing rhino! Sonya tensed up and braced herself for impact. She was confident that she could absorb the tackle and gain a more advantageous position. Knowing this would be her response, Elsa continued into the tall blonde’s arms at full ****, but just as they connected, she stuck her leg out and tripped Sonya up, bowling her over in the process!

From the sidelines, Sam and Jen watched on in shock. Sam hopped up on her feet and cheered.

“YEAH!!! That’s how you do it, Else!” the petite firecracker roared, pumping her fists at the knockdown. “Stay on her!”

Elsa had rolled off thanks to the momentum of the first blow, but she was quick to follow her fan’s advice and jump back on her opponent. Sonya was on guard and they wrestled, arms locked, trying to jockey for position.

“I hope you’re not all cheap tricks,” Sonya remarked. “That would be a disappointment!”

“Hey, your arse is on the line!” Elsa pointed out, “I’m going to do whatever it takes because I plan on winning it!”

“Both our asses are on the line, Hun!” Sonya replied before she pulled Elsa down on top of her and grabbed her by the waist. In front of the crowd, she gave Elsa’s bare ass a loud SMACK! Elsa yelped, feeling her cheeks blush as she was held in this embarrassing position in front of the others.

“WHOOOO!” Sam responded despite the move being against her pick.

“You like that, huh?” Sonya asked the crowd.

“Hell yeah!” Sam piped in. Jen applauded politely. Daxia clapped as well, playing along to the dramatics. Sonya made a show of giving another strike, raising her hand while Elsa squirmed under her arm, then slamming it down on the swimmer’s pert backside. SMACK!

“Yow!” Elsa yelped, hopping from the stinging blow!

Proper form and technique was out the window now; Elsa was being publicly spanked! Her cheeks still rippled from the impact! She side checked Sonya and jockeyed for position. Sonya tried to regain her hold, but Elsa caught her arms in a full nelson and displayed her for the crowd.

“You liked that, did you?” she asked the audience. “Then how about if we showed y’all a little T to go with that A?” She deftly swiped Sonya’s bikini top and groped the runner’s exposed mammaries in front of the crowd. “We’ve got a couple ah bangers here, don’t we?” she asked, gingerly squeezing Sonya’s melons.

“Easy on those!” Sonya complained, grabbing Elsa behind the head and flipping her over with a snapmare takeover. Elsa faced the lights, momentarily stunned. This gave Sonya the opening to strip her top off as well and she returned the favor, kneading her hands into Elsa’s exposed tits.

“AH, don’t complain, Sone! You know you like it!” Elsa growled back, curling her hips up so that she could slip her feet under Sonya’s arms and roll her over to pin her shoulders. Sonya reflexively kicked out, breaking the pin, but Elsa was already after her bikini bottoms. “You’re such a slut I bet you’re getting off on the audience watching!” Elsa chastised as she wrangled with Sonya’s backside like a greased hog.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re not into it!” Sonya chirped back, twisting around so that she could get a grasp of Elsa’s bottoms. “You’re already soaking wet!” she revealed as Elsa squirmed away from her opponent’s grabby hands.

They climbed over one another, attacking and evading but in the end both of their wrestling thongs were in tatters on the mat as they continued to roll around in the nude. Being sprawled out, buck naked didn’t slow them down though. In fact, it seemed to loosen up the reins as their pace quickened and their bodies reverted back to their training as if on instinct alone.

“Show them how wet and juicy you are!” Elsa called out, spreading Sonya’s legs apart so that she could run her hand over the blonde’s pubis and give it a wet smack!

“Ow! You bitch!” Sonya roared, rolling Elsa up in retaliation and splitting her legs apart so that she could stuff her fingers inside. “Moan like a whore for that!” she demanded, penetrating her fingers into Elsa’s opening so deep that they made a wet slopping noise as she pumped in and out of her rival’s pussy.

“Ngaaah!!!” Elsa responded reluctantly.

The obscene display was met by cheers from the fans. Sam and Jen were enthusiastically whooping it up while even Daxia was caught up in the fervor. Despite the China girl's reservations, her blood was pumping watching the two women bare all in their physical contest. She wondered to herself why other martial combat couldn’t be done this way. It was so raw and real. Hey eyes were wide, taking it all in.

Sonya and Elsa played up their pro wrestling styled match, aiming for more traditional submission holds that got Jen and Sam cheering instead of the conventional WSW holds that could score them points.

Elsa grappled Sonya into a headlock which Sonya countered into a hammerlock, which Elsa slipped under to reverse with a lock of her own.

“Hey, Sone! You better get used to this position!” Elsa teased, bending Sonya over from behind and tapping her hips and crotch against the blonde’s backside as if there was a cock attached to the front.

“I’m going to ram you so deep with your own cock, you’ll be gagging out cum!” Sonya replied, twisting out of the arm hold and picking Elsa up on her back. She bounced the surprised brunette over her shoulders in a **** rack before letting her drop to the mat. Staying on her, she put on a rear naked **** with her legs wrapped around the Aussie’s waist. From this position, Sonya was able to slip her hand between Elsa’s legs and fondle. “Every inch of that cock is going inside of you! I want to hear you moooaaan!” Sonya continued.

The fans clapped appreciatively for the quick moves and smooth transitions into Elsa’s current predicament.

“I thought you were on my side!” Elsa gasped at Sam.

Sam called back, “I have to show my love of the sport!”

“It really is something…” Daxia murmured.

“Oh? So you’ll stick around even if Sonya wins?” Sam asked her. Daxia blushed but remained silent.

Elsa wasn’t sure what the score was, or how much time was left in the match, but she knew that she couldn’t let Sonya finger her like this for much longer. “Unghhhh!” She cried out giving the moan that Sonya had been asking for. She felt her opponent ease up in response and quickly muscled her way free.

“You slut! You know I love to hear you moan!” Sonya chuckled.

“You also love getting your pussy pounded! Come ‘ere an let me take care of that for you!” Elsa taunted back. Both looked pretty ragged after going nonstop back and forth since the start of the match. They were panting, chests heaving up and down, using the banter as a way to recuperate some of their strength for the last push. It just depended on who would make the first move and how much time was left to do anything.

“Oh I’m not that easy!” Sonya shot back, “You’re going to have to work a little harder than that!”

“You were pretty easy the other night!” Elsa accused back.

“OOOoooh!” the crowd reacted.

“So I have a thing for desperately horny chicks ringing me up for a booty call!”

“Ohhhhh!!!!”

“I’m sorry, the only calls I remember were from you, full-on calling out my name while I Made. Your. Night!” Elsa shot back. “I didn’t even need toys for that!”

“Wooaaahhh!!” Sam and Jen were flailing their arms in the air with abandon, completely taken in by the match and spectacle.

“Alright! Let’s Go!” Sonya growled, charging Elsa at her sprinter’s pace.

Elsa braced herself and hopped onto Sonya, using her weight to bulldog Sonya’s larger frame to the mat. She reached under and slid her fingers into her opponent’s pussy as she tried to pin the tall blonde down with her knees.

“Your ass is mine!” Elsa announced, hugging tight and squeezing her thighs around Sonya’s head to keep her at bay.

“I know you love my ass so much! But yours just trembles when anything gets near it!” Sonya rebutted, wrapping her hands around Elsa’s butt cheeks to prove her point. Elsa exhaled sharply, feeling the blonde’s firm grip around her under cushions, spreading them apart. She had to quickly hop off before she let Sonya take advantage of her.

Sonya didn’t let her get away freely. The tall blonde caught a leg and held on, wrapping her own legs around like a vine. Elsa fell to the floor and tried to crawl away but Sonya had a vice grip on her. She flipped over, swinging her free leg in an attempt to swipe at Sonya’s head. Sonya naturally reacted by pulling her head back but lost hold of Elsa’s leg in the process. Sonya swiftly tried to regain her hold, but Elsa hopped back on her bum, just out of reach. Sonya clawed forward and Elsa bumped away again, legs spread out of range, then she pounced back for a head grab.

Suddenly, they were back to back with Elsa on top of Sonya’s back. Elsa had her arms wrapped around Sonya’s head, wrenching it back before seeing the blonde’s legs in front of her. She dropped Sonya’s head and pulled back her legs into a Boston crab. Resting a knee on the back of Sonya’s neck, Elsa had her opponent locked down as she held her hips up almost vertical.

“Looks like it’s my win!” Elsa announced, plunging her fingers into Sonya’s swollen member to pump out her juices before diving in to savor her victory. “How do you all like that?” she gestured to the crowd.

“Yeah Elsie!” Sam cheered on. “Drain her dry!”

Sonya’s body shuddered as Elsa slurped up the juices and continued to finger her.

“N.. no… Come on, Sonya!” Daxia called back, remembering that she was rooting for the other one. “Son-Ya! Son-Ya! Son-Ya!”

“Let’s go Elsie! Let’s Go!” *CLAP CLAP CLAP* Sam chanted back.

“Son-Ya! Son-Ya! Son-Ya!”

“Let’s Go Elsie! Let’s Go!” *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

The chanting from the crowd awakened something in Sonya. Having fans supporting her always pushed her farther than she expected and this was no different. She felt a surge of energy she thought had been depleted inside her. She focused on it, pushing Elsa off her back with a labored grunt.

“NGrrrraaAAHH!!!” She cried out.

Elsa fell flat on her face a few feet away from her opponent. She was shocked that the runner still had that sort of power in her. Sonya rose to her feet like a monster resurrected and marched towards the green streaked brunette. Elsa reflexively put up her arms and legs in a guarded position, but that left her **** for Sonya to pick her up by the waist and bury her face into the swimmer’s pussy!

“HAAH!!” Elsa blurted out, feeling Sonya’s tongue dig deep inside her. Elsa tried to push her off, but Sonya remained vigilant, eating her out. Elsa bit her lower lip. Sonya knew her spots and was exploiting them! She shivered and let out a moan. She couldn’t get away but she needed to somehow fight back. She twisted around and managed to reach underneath her opponent, finding her legs and leading herself to Sonya’s groin. Sonya hesitated for a second, then refocused and plunged into Elsa even harder!

“AAAHH!” Elsa grunted, forcing herself not to lose control as Sonya threatened to make her orgasm. She found Sonya’s clit and started caressing it. Sonya flinched. She knew Sonya’s weak spots as well, but it took every bit of concentration to hit them. Eventually, she got Sonya distracted enough to inch away from her. She took the opening to turn the tables and their bodies, landing in a sixty nine position.

The onlookers’ cheers picked up, reaching a frenzied peak as everyone could sense that time was running out in the match. Everyone was on their feet, cheering their picks and urging them to take the advantage. Sonya and Elsa traded the upper hand, rolling with one on top of the other for a fraction of a second before the other one took over. They both urgently sucked and licked each other’s wet snatch with sloppy wet smacks.

Suddenly there was a whistle! Everyone stopped and looked at Monica holding up her hand.

“That’s the round!” she announced!

Everyone stared long and hard at the referee, awaiting the results.