Mixed wrestling, 390 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), partially CFNM, no blood.

On the face of it, there was some logic behind Todd’s acceptance of Hyuna’s challenge (gallery 790). They had reached the point where neither side felt they could back down, and – more importantly – he hadn’t fought her before. But he was just foolhardy to accept a challenge from his longtime partner, Kimiko, because he had fought her before (gallery 661), and lost very badly.

On the very day that he had agreed to fight his boss, Hyuna, on the Saturday evening, he went home, and Kimiko told him it was time they got married and started a family. He gave her one word for an answer: “No.”

“Very well,” she responded, “Since you love fighting so much, why don’t we settle it with a ‘brawl on the beach’?”

“That’s fine by me,” he replied eagerly. “On Friday evening I’ll be fighting Nicole, Saturday I’ll be fighting Hyuna, so your turn can come on the Sunday evening.”

“Okay,” she agreed, “wrestling on the beach, and I can’t wait! I’m sure Hinako will film it for us. She does such a great job, keeping up with the action. She tells me she probably spends as much energy following the fighters, and catching each fall, as they do!”

“Well I don’t think she’s so marvellous,” he replied, sulkily. “Whenever I score a point, she always manages to miss it. Instead, you see a dog running on the beach, or a sandcastle that some child made earlier.”

“No,” Kimiko defended her, “it’s because you never score any points.”

“Right, that’s it!” he shouted, going red in the face with indignation. “Come Sunday, I’ll make you regret that remark!”

Kimiko yawned.

*****

Considering his two defeats the previous evenings, Todd was full of confidence, warming up, swapping claim and counter- claim with Kimiko (this time about a ring, and when Kimiko would be wearing it). As usual, the pre-fight talk intensified their mutual hostility, and they glared at each other. Kimiko stood about two inches shorter than Todd, and an observer might think that, looking up at him, she was at a disadvantage. But, seeing them more closely, she was the one who appeared the more determined.

They circled, searching for an opening. There was no obvious one for either of them, so Kimiko charged. It was a brute force frontal attack, but it did the trick and brought Todd down. She took advantage of his momentary disarray, having just landed him on his back, to seize his left wrist and right ankle. Then she leg locked him, heaving his leg right back until it hovered above the sand the “wrong” way. She knew her business, because it trapped his right arm underneath it. Already she had Todd shouting with pain, while she just stared down at him, with Oriental dedication.

Suddenly letting his arm and leg go, she punched him, left and right. Her left fist clanged and echoed in his ear, while her right damaged his eye, and she repeated her assertion that she would be getting a ring that day, adding “bitch boy” for good measure.

It was a bad idea though, because it took her mind off the action. Insults are all very well, but if you spend too much effort thinking about them, you can become distracted from the rather more important business of winning the actual fight. Todd saw that she had lost concentration, and pitched her over. He was now the one pinning her (an action that was caught by Haniko, with not a dog or a sandcastle in sight). He savoured the moment, and stared down at her, returning her “favour”.

Basking in this success, he went to stand up – and Kimiko caught him low on the back of his left leg with a nasty kick, while locking on to his left wrist. He tumbled to his knees, and she clamped her left arm round his neck. Her headlock reminded him of how strong she was. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea to dismiss her desire to get married soon, after all.

Kimiko knelt on her right knee, and bent her prey’s neck and shoulders over her left thigh. She linked both her arms under his shoulders in a dragon sleeper. Realising he was struggling to breathe, she demanded: “Submit, bitch boy.” True to form, he did just that, then flopped thankfully onto the sand.

“Kimiko 1, bitch boy Todd 0,” Kimiko announced, with her foot on his face, posing over him and celebrating the early submission. “This is going to be easy,” she thought to herself. (“This is going to be a disaster,” Todd thought to himself.)

Putting on a brave face, he got to his feet, swapping assertions with her once more. Then he ran at her. It was a clumsy, obvious move, and not fast enough to earn the success of her earlier similar move. She sidestepped and abruptly halted his run, with her arm thrust to her side at his throat – a sort of defensive clothesline. She forced him back by his left arm, then neatly put him on his back with a simple push of her left hand on his face, as if she were swatting a fly. The infuriating thing for Todd was that she seemed to be enjoying herself, chuckling happily away, while he suffered.

His frustration was palpable as he got up, intent on restoring some pride. Intentions are all very well, though… Kimiko charged at him, low in the stomach (it could have been lower than that, though Haniko’s footage leaves some doubt there), while snatching up his left leg. It punctured Todd’s anger, totally surprising him, and he had that all-too-familiar sensation of dropping through the air and bumping down on his back. He knew what was coming next. Sure enough, there she was on top of him, locking that left leg painfully at 90+ degrees from his body. Then came a pin, while her left heel tapped his groin threateningly.

The footage shows some confused grappling for some moments – confused because Kimiko was determined to increase the pace of the fight, and whipped through her moves with dizzying speed. If you blinked while you were watching it, you would miss her whisking Todd onto his front. That’s how easily and professionally she managed it.

But there is no doubt about what happens next. The lady wrestler has her male opponent helpless. She stands over him, one foot on the sand between his legs, the other on his back, while she heaves his arms towards her, but pushes him away with her foot. The pressure of the surfboard on his upper body was unsustainable, stretching his ribs and spine to breaking point. Which is why Kimiko demanded his submission almost straight away.

Todd eagerly submitted – anything to get out of that devilish hold. She stood over him, one foot placed contemptuously on his head. Then came her expected announcement:

“Kimiko 2, loser bitch boy Todd 0, and I think I’m getting married!”

He visibly struggled to get up, shaking after the ordeal, and she mocked his obvious effort just to get back on his feet. But she wanted a contest all the same, so she gave him a little time to recover, circling with him, fists at the ready. Then she pounced. With both arms clasped around his middle, she had him off his feet, with his stomach perched on her left shoulder. She let him dangle there for a moment, then banged him down on the sand.

Still with her arms locked round his middle, Kimiko raised him above her head, and punched him in the groin. In a superb display of strength and balance, she held him in the air over her head, just by her fist in his groin. Todd longed for the inevitable crash back down to the sand, as her fist bore away at his wounded manhood.

It wasn’t long arriving, and he was down on his front with his fiancée on top of him, choking him. “We are getting married,” she informed him, “and I promise to beat you up at least twice a week.” Kimiko’s left arm entrapped his neck with a strength that seemed to grow with the progress of the fight, in sad contrast to Todd. But wasn’t that the way it was always meant to be? Admit it to yourself, Todd: you find the idea of a sexy woman dominating you, and forcing you to submit, exciting. While she has you literally in her grasp, you can feel her lovely large breasts pushing into your back, and it’s thrilling, isn’t it?

Kimiko knew all this, even though he had never admitted it to her. But now she came out with it, while switching to a body scissor, and securing his near arm:

“I am a very dominant female, and I know you love it.”

When Todd protested that he didn’t, she told him that he would learn to, knowing full well that he didn’t need to learn anything (apart from how to fight). All the while, her fearsome thighs did their work, squeezing his stomach, back and ribs.

There was something inevitable about her next move. It was a natural progression, thought Todd resignedly, when she clamped those wonderful, powerful thighs around his neck. She lay behind him, and with one hand resting underneath her head (she didn’t want the sand getting in her hair), she almost absent-mindedly turned up the pressure of the head scissor. While he squirmed and suffered in the grip of his woman’s thighs, she gave the impression of relaxing pleasantly on the beach.

Still, full marks to him for his endurance. After Kimiko demanded his submission, adding “Empress Kimiko wants that ring,” he was silent. She repeated it several moments later, and he still said nothing. So it would just have to be yet more pressure from those thighs, which seemed to have unlimited reserves of power. Just a little more force should do it …

“I submit, I submit. Please Empress, I submit.”

One more fall, she confidently asserted while she stood over him, and they would be getting married. After announcing his third defeat, she let him get up, and they both squared up for the next round, Todd looking just about done in. He fired a punch, which she dismissively avoided, and responded with a kick to his groin.

He stumbled forward, clutching his once again injured manhood, and she head locked him. It was like the head scissor all over again, the effect it had. But she wasn’t in the mood to linger with her hold his time. She impatiently put him down on his back with a palm strike to the face, before pinning him and once again demanding his submission to his fiancée.

Again, Todd was reluctant. So she moved up his body, maintaining the pin, and sat on his face. Then she repeated her demand. This time he acquiesced, calling her his fiancée, for good measure. She reinforced her triumph, counting to 10, and listed a number of demands that he eagerly consented to.

Then it was pure self-indulgence. Kimiko was the victor, and it was her due. She ground her sex into his face and stretched out, hands on the sand, so he could respond to her face-sitting. He knew he had better please her, so he concentrated on her desires. At last, with a shout of blissful, unadulterated pleasure, she climaxed. Then it was time for the victory pose. She went through the familiar routine of boasting, while standing with her foot on him, then surprisingly asked:

“Should we have a boxing match?”

She made it tempting for him, by offering to wait two years to marry if he won. But it was on condition that he fought naked. Todd reluctantly agreed, because he really didn’t want to get married just then. So they put the gloves on and circled, yet again.

As before, Kimiko was keen to make progress, and she got him with a sharp little left jab. That shook him. It struck him firmly on the jaw and his head recoiled. He responded with an uppercut that disturbed a seagull flying low over them. It did nothing to the alert, flexible Kimiko, though. What’s more, his stretch into the path of the uppercut left him dangerously exposed, and she helped herself to the open target of his stomach. Her left fist pounded it. Todd’s despairing left cross in defence sailed over her shoulder.

Deciding to stick with body blows for the time being, she crashed her right fist into his chest. It felt as if it was on fire, burning inwards from her punch. Breathing was difficult, and Todd began to lose physical control. Feeling faint, he collapsed to his knees.

But Kimiko was having none of it, insisting he “get up and fight like a man”. Goaded, he got to his feet. He sprang his favourite right hook, but it was batted away. Then her left glove stormed under his chin. “That’s how you do an uppercut,” thought Haniko admiringly. She loved the sound of the lady’s glove on the man’s chin, and Todd’s shout of pain as her fist forced his head violently upwards.

“Oh, yes!” purred Haniko to herself, as the female fist scored another huge strike on the male’s face. “Hit him again!” Kimiko obliged, and punched him on the nose. His eyes started to water. This seemingly crazed woman was belabouring him with her fists, and he had no way of responding. She set about him as she chose, appearing to increase the power of each successive punch.

Kimiko’s right fist hammered into Todd’s jaw. His head swung back and forth like an irregular, wayward pendulum. His eyes closed in pain as the lady in her neat, bright yellow leotard, which folded exquisitely over her breasts and showed off the voluptuous curves of her superb bottom, flashed her fists into his face.

Then suddenly she stopped. Todd opened his eyes, and saw her grinning at him. She invited him to take a shot, laughing at the damage she had caused. Well, if she was foolish enough to give him a chance, he’d show her what he was capable of! He geared up for a huge left cross, put all his strength into it – and nearly toppled over as his fist shot above her shoulder and beside her face.

She came in at him once more, no longer smiling, but dedicated to victory. Her left fist got him on the jaw, to Haniko’s delight. After that, her right joined in the merrymaking on his other jaw. It was another barnstorming punch that Haniko thought would have him over. Against the odds, however, he just about managed to stay on his feet.

Arguably, it would have been better if he had gone down, because she attacked his other jaw again, before whipping his chin with a right uppercut. She repeated the strike, coming in at him from more of an angle. There was no staying up after that punch! It had him off his feet, and landing in a cloud of sand. It was a fittingly dramatic end to a display of devastating skill.

Todd lay on his back, unconscious. His massive erection appeared to be a tribute to his fiancée’s annihilation of him in both wrestling and boxing. Kimiko, for her part, basked in her victory. Standing with one fist raised, she counted to 3, and declared she was the boxing champion. Then she did a celebratory dance, while he regained consciousness, and added further commentary while counting. At 9, she stated that Todd wasn’t “man enough” to fight her (and he felt his erection increase in intensity). By 10, she stated the obvious: Todd got knocked out by his beautiful fiancée.

Still dancing, Kimiko asked if she should humiliate him one more time. Well, Haniko still had the camera running, so why not? She sat on his face and grabbed his cock with both gloved hands.

“Did you enjoy the wrestling beatdown, or the boxing one?” she asked him, hauling away at his cock.

“The boxing beatdown,” he replied, gasping. (How she had the strength to manhandle him the way she was after all the fighting was a mystery to him, but he found himself looking forward to getting married, after all.)

Kimiko sensed what he was thinking, and announced that they would fight again, MMA style. Todd obediently agreed. Feeling him twitch and pant, and aware of the little groans he was uttering, she ordered him to submit one more time. It pushed him to the point of no return, and he came copiously while he told her, “I submit.”

She briefly celebrated his final submission, and then stood up to embrace Haniko, who had loved every moment, filming the fight. She told Kimiko truthfully that it was her favourite fight of the weekend. She relished announcing the victor, and made a point of saying she had defeated her fiancée. They took a final look at Todd, still lying supine, then walked off, laughing away happily.