“Twenty seconds Mrs. Dogan, They’ll be announcing your name soon.” The announcer sounded out. He left the room. Leaving Aysun alone.
“Aysun Dogan… The Turkish Wolf…” Aysun muttered out her stage name to an empty dressing room. Dressed in a glittered latex wrestling attire. She looked more like a showpiece, than a fighter.
Rich locks of curled brown hair, a raunchy outfit which hugged her curves tightly, making a sultry example off her ass. It was all fake. For show.
She remembered her times wrestling as an amateur. Inexperienced, but still very fierce. Aysun Dogan was a name that reverberated across the wrestling arenas of Turkey.
“All my victories. My reputation, my integrity…” Aysun murmured to herself.
“And this Russian *whore* . Thinks she can bribe a victory out of me?” Aysun scoffed, she stood up, and went to the ring. On her makeup stand was a written letter. Laying on top of a pink, unsealed envelope. In the letter, rested four big bolded words…
***”From Russia, With Love!”***
“Olga, I hope you’re ready for the Turkish Wolf. Because I’m sure as hell ready for you…”
“Introducing the Turkish Fighter! The proud! The experienced! Turkish Wolf! Aysun! Dogan!”
Aysun ran into the arena. Her ass, too big for her wrestling bottom to contain. Move hypnotically as she ran. The Turkish crowd cheered her on. Excited for their Turkish War maiden to fight her national rival.
Aysun jumped into the ring. Her wrestling bra coated in a sequined Turkish flag. She appealed to the crowd. Throwing her arms up in celebration of her country.
“And in the other corner! The feared! The devilish! Olga! Averin!”
Olga walked into the arena. A Russian flag draped over her. She was dressed in a sports bra and booty shorts, of course. In the colors of the Russian Flag. Her body wasn’t that of a supermodel, however. A toned, muscular appearance dressed this Russian fighter. The definition of abs made itself known on her midriff. Her arms were well defined and carried immense strength. Olga made Aysun nervous. Never in the good way.
Olga strode into the ring. Confident as ever. She marched up to meet her opponent. Smirking all the way.
In the corner of her eye. Olga could spot Laila standing in the foreground. Watching her on. She would be important for the future. Dressed in her one piece green wrestling attire. Olga was counting on her in case things got rough.
“Afternoon Aysun, I assume you’ve read my proposal?” Olga got into a fighting stance as the match began.
“Yes…And I wanted to tell you in person… Shove. It. Up. Your. Ass. I’m not doing it. I came here to win!” Aysun opened with a smack to the breasts.
The crowd gave a sympathetic “ooohh!” As Olga was pushed back by the attack. Aysun wasted no time. Tackling her opponent, and beating down on her.
Olga was taken by surprise. The match had just begun. And yet, her curvy Turkish opponent had just mounted her like it was nothing!
“How dare you make such a horrid offer! I’m going to humiliate you! And then I’ll win the championship myself!” Aysun shouted out as she threw punch after punch at her opponent. Olgas head bounced off the canvas repeatedly. She was losing. Laila looked around nervously. And shouted out to Aysun.
“Hey! Turkish Whore!” She shouted out.
“What? Who called me that?!” Aysun turned over. Her traditional rage focused on one woman.
“You Pakistani… Bitch! When I’m through with this snake! You’re the next one on my lis-!” Aysun was caught off guard by Olga, given the distraction. Olga had enough time to break free from the mounted position. She punched Aysun square in the jaw, and rolled over to her side.
Aysun was stunned by the hit. But she recuperated fast. She shook it off, and stood back up. Charging into Olga, barely leaving her enough time to prepare.
“Kuh!” Aysun slammed into Olga, pushing her directly into the ropes, the two women pushed into each other. Chest to Chest. Stomach to Stomach. Face to Face.
Olga pulled her head back to rest it on the ropes, the pain was excruciating bad. As Aysun pressed her Turkish curves into her.
“Arghh!” Olga cried out as Aysun continued the onslaught. Olga laid her hands on the ropes, and tried to push herself forward. Wrapping her hands around Aysun’s head. She gave a hearty roar. And used all her strength to push Aysun back. She swung back. Accidentally allowing Aysun to put her in a headlock. But pushing her into the ropes.
Aysun moaned out as she was pressed into the ropes. The crowd went wild as she pushed her opponent deeper into her bosom. Both of the women were staring to tire. Thier bodies were getting sweaty. Thier chests rising and falling with each shaky breath.
Olga moaned out as Aysun pulled her even deeper into her bosom.
“How does…That feel? Huh?” Aysun gasped between breaths, she spat on her opponents back. Resulting in a series of boo’s from the Russian crowd. Olga moaned in response.
Laila tried to pull on Aysun’s leg.
“Let go of her! You’re suffocating her!” Laila pulled Aysun’s leg aside. Freeing Olga, and buying her precious time.
“Get away from us… Pakistani whore!” Aysun kicked Laila in the face. Sending the Pakistani fighter to the floor. Her breasts jiggling as she crashed into the ground.
Aysun turned back to a punch to the stomach. She doubled over. The wind knocked out of her. Gasping for air. She felt herself be pushed down. Until she could only see the feet of her opponent.
Aysun looked down as Olga picked her up by the hair. And suplexed her across the ring.
Aysun crashed ass first onto the mat. Writhing in pain. She couldn’t stop Olga from dragging her by the hair. Into a ring corner.
Aysun looked up at her opponent weakly.
“Wait… Don’t do… What I think you’re about to do…” She pleaded. Olga shrugged.
“You denied my offer… That means you have to pay.” Olga finished.
She laid her hands on the top ropes of the turnbuckle. And lifted herself up. Aysun groaned out softly as Olga lifted her legs. And slammed her pelvis into Aysun’s face. It was a bronco buster.
“Ah! Please! Not in front of the cameras!” Aysun cried out as Olga twerked on her opponents face. The Turkish crowd could only watch in shame as Aysun was openly humiliated on Live Television.
Once Olga was finished. Aysun fell quiet. She looked down in defeat. Ashamed of her performance. She gave herself up to her opponent.
Olga grabbed her by the hair again. And carried her yelping, but submissive opponent across the ring. Olga threw her aside. And stood. Waiting for Aysun to get to all fours.
Olga didn’t waste a moment. Strutting over and mounting her opponent. The Turkish fans could only watch as the Russian woman laid her hands on Aysun’s ass. And started to spank her.
“Unh!” Aysun moaned out as Olga smacked her large ass.
“You know what I think… Turkish Wolf?” Olga prepared for another spank.
“Ah! No…Not like this…” Aysun pleaded as Olga smacked her ass again. Olga refused to relent. Pushing her body even deeper against Aysun’s curves. Olga wrapped her hand around Aysun’s chin. A painted nail curving up to her bottom lip.
“I think you ***Like*** this… Getting mounted by the better woman…” Olga whispered into Aysun’s ear. She could only gasp softly as Olga continued with her punishment.
“Why else would you be moaning like a whore in a brothel? You like being the weaker one… You like losing…” Olga pushed her finger into Aysun’s mouth. The Turkish fighter offered no resistance. She slumped over. And let Olga take control.
“Good Girl…” Olga smirked. Turning over her opponent. And moving for a pin.
***”One!”***
“I want to hear you say it… Russian women are better than Turkish women…” Olga ordered.
***”Two!”*** Aysun sighed. And relented…
“Russian Women are better… You proved it in Open Combat. Turkish Women are inferior…”
***”Three!”*** The announcer boomed out.
“Olga Averin wins by Pinfall!” The bell sounded out. The match was over. Olga dropped the leg of her opponent. And stood up.
“Pathetic…” She spat on Aysun. Walking over to the ringside and draping the Russian flag over her opponent. Before finally leaving the ring.
Aysun was left alone. Unconscious. And humiliated…
Sent back to pack up. Aysun was nude. Her ass still looked superb. Despite being slightly bruised.
“Knock Knock?” Diya said as she stepped in. Aysun turned to look at her.
“What do you want?” Aysun muttered disheartened after her loss.
“I just wanted to say. You gave Olga quite the thrashing. You have my respect. A lot of women would submit immediately. But you fought back.” Diya embraced her Turkish colleague. Trying to instill a sense of trust.
“A friend of mine. Would like to train with you. Help teach her some new tricks. Maybe to use against the Russian in the future?” Diya proposed. Aysun looked at her. And back down again.
“It was all Becuase of that Pakistani. I would have won if not for her…” Aysun frowned.
Diya smiled.
“Oh, believe me… We’ll be getting back at her as well… Don’t you worry.”
The two women looked at each other, and smiled.
These next few weeks were going to be interesting…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/og3znk/the_international_wrestling_championships_volume