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“And competing for the state of India! It’s the lovely! The powerful! Indian Tigress! Diya Keskar!”
Diya sprinted towards the ring in a covet of applause from the Indians in the crowd. Dressed in a yellow two piece latex wrestlers attire. She was draped in the Indian flag, it waved in the wind as she carried it to her side of the ring. Draping it over her corner. The cameras fixated on the beaming smile of this wrestler.
Diya stared back up at the expectant audience. They were watching her keenly. Anxious for the upcoming fight. Though Diya was smiling. There was a hint of anxiety in her glittering eyes.
“And for her opponent! Competing for the state of Pakistan! The Lovley! The Fierce! Pakistani Titan! Laila, Hidayah!”
The Pakistani challenger strode into the arena, the Pakistani flag draped over her body. She marched in with a determined expression. A one piece green wrestlers attire gripped her body. Though conservative in such an event. It highlighted her curves well, and looked tight in all the right places.
Laila laid her flag on her corner, and met Diya head on. The two women stood face to face. Staring each other down.
“May the best woman win.” Diya opened for a handshake.
“No need for formalities whore.” Laila slapped her hand away. And waited for the bell to ring.
Diya showed concern through her glittered eyes. This fight wasn’t just a normal match. Everything was riding on it. Her nation’s pride. Her career. And her personal grudges. It was no secret. India and Pakistan were rivals. So much so, that whenever Diya sparred with her trainers, she imagined that she was brawling with a Pakistani fighter.
Diya imagined the same from her opponent. The two held no regard for each other. Much less in the realm of sportsmanship. Laila looked at her with contempt. Anger. As if she blamed Diya for all her struggles and problems…
Diya shivered slightly. This was going to be a tough fight…
The bell rang out. And the match began. The two women approached each other, Diya squatted down, and held herself in anticipation for Laila to attack, Laila planted her feet on the ground. And began to charge.
Diya slammed herself on top of Laila, putting her hands on her opponent back. And holding on as best she could. Laila pushed against her toned stomach. Pressing the wind out of Diya’s chest.
“Ungh.” Diya groaned out, she held Laila in place, both women straining against each other for dominance.
“What did you say before? … No need for formalities?” Diya taunted, before smacking Laila on the ass.
“Ah! You… Whore!” Laila gasped between breaths. Diya wrapped her arms around Lailas stomach. And tried to preform a submission lock. Laila screamed out in pain.
“Anh!” Laila cried out. She fell to one knee, and clasped onto Diya, as the Indian crowd started to get more ecstatic
Laila imagined her people, her supporters, looking down on her failing them. Her breath felt hot on Diya’s stomach. Laila was angry.
“Arghh! Let’s settle this!” Laila growled out.
She planted her foot on the canvas. Pushing herself up, and breaking out of the submission lock.
Diya groaned softly as Laila pushed her back. She gripped harder onto her opponent. Squeezing against Laila for any scrap of control.
But it was too late. Laila pushed her head in between Diya’s legs, and with an ear shattering roar. Lifted the Indian woman up, and flipped her. Throwing her body onto the mat.
Diya crashed into the canvas face first. Her body flopped onto the ground. Her ass was on display for the entire crowd to see. She moaned softly and looked up to see Laila strutting towards her. In her daze. She took valuable time out of her reaction to admire the curves and beauty of her opponent.
Laila was Top-Heavy, her breasts was large, barley covered up with the green one piece she was wearing. Her body was well toned, and athletic. The definitions of muscles highlighted her legs, and her arms, both of which, were left bare by the one piece.
Diya felt herself being pulled up by her opponent. She moaned softly and fell into Lailas arms.
“Weak.” Laila taunted, pulling Diya into a bearhug.
The two women clasped together. Diya lowered her head onto her opponents chest. She groaned loudly as Laila squeezed her harder. Lailas chest clashed against Diya’s less impressive bosom. The two women pressed against each other. Groaning out as they tried to get the better off each other.
Diya tried to fight back. But Laila had the bigger chest. Diya pushed back as hard as she could, but ended up exhausting herself. Out of breath. And having the air squeezed out of her by Laila, Diya dropped her head into her opponents shoulder. She let go of Laila, and gave in to her embrace.The crowd was going wild. Diya couldn’t bear to look at her supporters.
Laila let go of Diya, watching her drop to the canvas once again. She knelt down. And caressed Diya’s cheek. Clicking her tounge. She sat on her opponents back. And arched Diya into a sitting position.
Laila grabbed Diya by the hair. And slammed her into the canvas. Diya crashed face first into the mat once again. With her ass on display for everyone to see. Laila rolled to her side. And got up slowly. Her ass accentuated by her once piece.
Diya moaned softly and tried to stand up. Laila was there to meet her. She put Diya on all fours, and walked her over to the ring corner.
“Let me ask you a question… ***Indian Tigress*** .” Laila pushed Diya onto the turnbuckle. She smashed her face onto it. And collapsed onto the mat.
“What nation…Is the greatest… in the world?” Laila said, as she pulled Diya up by the chin. She knelt down and caressed her opponents face.
“India…” Diya moaned out.
Laila shook her head. And kissed her opponent on the cheek. Before slamming her head into the turnbuckle.
Diya cried out in pain as Laila laid a foot on her neck, pushing her head into the turnbuckle. The Indian crowd jeered the act of humiliation. As Diya struggled to breathe. Laila relented to the criticism. And lifted her foot away. Diya groaned out loud. And pulled on Laila’s one-piece. Bringing out her tits. A flood of camera flashes lit up the ring. The image of a defiant Indian wrestler exposing the breasts of her opponent would be viral on the internet soon enough.
“I’m…Only…Loyal to… India.” Diya coughed out. Laila scoffed. And pulled her hand away.
“Ok then… have it your way… Let’s ***End*** this.” Laila said grimly.
She dragged her motionless opponent to the edge of the ring. Next to the ropes. She threw Diya’s arm aside, and looked upon her work.
Diya was exhausted. Chest heaving. Sweat coating her warm body. And messed up, frazzled hair. She lost this fight. And with it. Her nations pride.
Laila stood over Diya. A proud reminder of her victory. She stood up on the ropes. And cried out to her crowd.
“Pakistan! Is! supreme!” She shrieked out to the crowd. Before leaping from the ropes onto her opponent.
The two women collided into each other with a **Thwack!** Diya grunted out as Lailas full weight smashed into her. Diya’s body bounced with the fall. Before a sharp searing pain overtook her. At that point. Diya could only groan out. As Laila laid on her.
Chest to Chest. Face to Face. Diya was confronted with her failure. As the better woman pressed her breasts onto Diya. She looked in the corner of her eye. And saw her beautiful Indian flag. Still on the corner.
Laila got up. And cradled her opponent. Grabbing her ass, and pushing Diyas legs up to her head.
“ ***One!*** “The Announcer counted.
“Any last words… Whore?” Laila taunted.
“ ***Two!*** “ The crowd gasped out loud.
“Jai…Hind….” Diya moaned softly.
“ ***Three!*** Laila wins by Pinfall!”
The announcement rang out. As the Pakistani national anthem rang out. Half the crowd was deathly quiet. As the other half celebrated in cheers.
Laila got up. And spat on Diya. Before dragging her over to her corner. Draped in the Pakistani flag. Laila pushed Diya onto the turnbuckle. And wrapped the Pakistani flag over her. The Indian crowd accepted her fate. As Laila humiliated her opponent. Taking the Indian flag, and throwing it aside.
Diya looked up at her. And passed out. Warm, defeated, and shamed.
Diya threw her equipment into her bags. She packed her things away in private. No celebration party. No one to see her after she succeeded… Except for one woman.
“Diya? Diya Keskar? I’ve been looking for you.” Vanessa entered the locker room. Dressed in a black leather jacket. With tight jeans. Diya, still in her wrestlers attire. Scoffed, she turned away from her visitor.
“What do you want?” She muttered.
Vanessa sat down, and rubbed Diya’s shoulder.
“Are you hurt?” She asked. Diya nodded.
Vanessa embraced her colleague.
“It stings… I know.” Vanessa whispered into Diya’s ear. She nodded and laid into Vanessa’s arms
“I disappointed everyone. I can’t go home like this…” She whispered back. Vanessa shook her head.
“No…But you can get revenge.”
“Revenge?” Diya looked at her quizzically. “How?” Vanessa smiled.
“Let me tell you a little secret…”
Laila stripped to the nude. Covered in sweat, and tired from a good day’s work. She packed up her things in her shower room. A melancholy feeling permeated the room.
“Well Well Well! If it isn’t winner of fight! Pakistani Titan?” Olga opened up as she stepped into the room.
Bear naked…
Laila turned around. And stared at the nude Russian woman approaching her.
“What do you want?” She asked Olga.
“What you want Titan. To ***Celebrate!***” Olga threw her hands up and walked to face Laila.
The two women stood chest to chest. Laila couldn’t help but blush.
“I have victory… But no one to celebrate it with.” Laila relented. She laid a hand on Olga’s shoulder.
“No one, **Special** “ Laila finished.
“Oh, I’m **Special** . Believe me.” Olga smirked.
“Let’s…Talk. About the future… Together.” Olga finished her statement with a kiss. Laila moaned softly. And the two women melted over each other. Escaping into an ecstasy of arousal…
These next few weeks were going to be interesting…
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