Another Rumble Roses Commission featuring Reiko versus Dixie. More of a catfight than wrestling/brawling this time around.
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In the picturesque hills of Honolulu, a bold and alluring presence emerged amongst the bustling crowd, capturing the attention of locals and tourists alike with her striking beauty and haughty confidence as she strutted across the mall walkway overlooking the beach.
This was Dixie Clemets - three time Rumble Roses champion, four time covergirl, and the epitome of a Texan blonde bombshell, whose larger-than-life persona echoed with each step she took.
Fresh off a victorious title defense in the prestigious Rumble Roses League, the superstar wrestler found herself in paradise, not just to soak in the tropical sun and celebrate her victory. Rather, Dixie had made it to Hawaii to pursue ambitions beyond the squared circle. It was here that the most luxurious properties in all of Hawaii were located and where one particular estate caught her attention. And now, she wanted to claim it for herself.
As she gracefully moved through the vibrant streets of Honolulu, every eye in the vicinity instinctively gravitated toward Dixie. Her curves were truly undeniable and jaunted in congruence with the hilly terrain that went up and down like a buoy in the ocean. Beyond that, people couldn’t help but be captivated by Dixie's fluidity of motion. With each stride, her hips swiveled with confidence, her bosom shook like an earthquake, her smile brightened her face with pearly white teeth, and her lustrous golden locks cascaded over her broad shoulders.
The Texan wrestler was at her peak and she knew it.
But Dixie's allure extended far beyond appearances. Fueling her ambitions, her success and prowess within the wrestling world had laid the foundation for the next chapter in her life. The adrenaline rush from every match, the roaring cheers of the crowd, and the thrill of walking away with a hard-fought victory had become second nature to her.
Deep within her heart, Dixie knew that there was more to life than earning championship belts and dominating weaker wrestlers in the ring. Her recent triumphs had solidified her desires to explore new horizons and pursue her dreams. As such, she was eager to find a place to symbolize these new heights. Furthermore, the allure of owning a stunning property in this tropical paradise served as a bridge between her wrestling career and her aspirations to conquer whatever obstacles stood in her way.
As Dixie paced herself up the parking lot steps after a brief escapade of sightseeing and entered her brand new Lamborghini, driving herself into the hills and towards her dream house, she found herself ready for whatever challenges came her way.
Zipping through traffic, with her long blonde hair flowing in the wind, Dixie made her way through the city and up the hills. It seemed the further she got, the more luxurious the houses became. In her mind, she knew that even the dust bins around here were worth a pretty penny.
As she exited her vehicle, Dixie stared at the towering gates leading to the open house. She couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with eagerness. The mansion stood like a majestic fortress against the backdrop of sparkling turquoise waters, its pristine white walls shimmering under the relentless tropical sun.
And she was the perfect complimentary piece to this portrait as the warm Hawaiian sun beat down on her flawless complexion. The blonde strutted forth, her vibrant blue sundress concealing her white bikini and her signature sunglasses shielding her eyes from both the dazzling sunlight and prying gazes of neighbors. Honolulu's majestic skyline provided a stunning backdrop, reminding her of a paradise that never ended.
Rumor had it that this particular residence was designed by the world’s best architect and embodied opulence and grandeur like no other. And Dixie, always one to embrace life with open arms and an audacious spirit, couldn't resist the temptation to take a peek at it, already knowing full well what her answer would be. She had to have it.
With each step towards her new potential abode, Dixie's heart raced with excitement. This beautiful haven would become her personal sanctuary—a place where she could recharge between wrestling matches and indulge in the spoils of her hard-fought victories, especially as they pushed her to fight more in the Pacific.
How she grew bored of the constant battles in Japan and begged for a different change of pace. And so, she knew that this would be it.
As Dixie awaited the arrival of the real estate agent, her keen eyes noticed a smaller figure standing by the grand gates leading to the property. Dressed in a red dress with short curled black hair, pale skin, and bright red lipstick adorning her fragile face. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she recognized her rival, Reiko Hinomoto, standing a few feet away. Reiko, the wrestler she had always dominated with ease, both physically and mentally. Seeing her pale face turn ghostly upon spotting Dixie only fueled the Texan's amusement.
"Well, well, well, if it ain’t little Reiko," Dixie drawled, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Fancy bumping into you here in paradise. I must say, I never expected such a... delicate flower like you to venture into the big leagues. Did ya finally get tired of wrestling in the little girl’s league?"
Reiko clenched her fist, whether in fear or fury, she did not know as she attempted to mask her unease beneath a weak smile.
The Japanese wrestler’s humiliation and shame after her most recent fight had been an agonizing experience. What began as a backstage tussle turned into an all out match up between Dixie and her, ending with her beaten and stripped naked in front of her own loyal fans.
The defeat was not just a blow to her pride and identity as a wrestler but her integrity and honor, as Reiko had lost not only the Rumble Roses magazine cover to Dixie but ended up being photographed naked in her home country by her own fans. Instead of the front page, she was pushed to the back of the “Gossip Section”, where numerous photos showcased her down on all fours, dragged by Dixie as she bawled like a schoolgirl who had just gotten her lunch money stolen by the bully.
As the memories of that fateful match resurfaced, Reiko felt a familiar pang of defeat and frustration. She remembered the deafening silence that had fallen over the onlookers, her people's whispers of disappointment and disbelief as she was eventually tied up to the wrestling post with her own underwear. She remembered the crowd booing her as her match that night was canceled, having already been decided backstage. The shame washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in self-doubt and insecurity.
Reiko had always been known for her indomitable spirit and resilience, but that defeat had shaken her to her core. It felt like an outright betrayal to herself and to her fans who expected nothing but victory from their beloved wrestler. The weight of their expectations had become an unbearable burden, tainting her confidence and forcing her to question her abilities.
It made her feel small and inadequate, as if she had let down not only herself but also those who had supported her throughout her career.
"D-Dixie...," the Japanese wrestler mustered, her voice wavering slightly. "I'm just here to e-explore... j-just like everyone else."
Dixie's laughter echoed through the air like a resounding siren, as she mockingly stared over at the invisible audience Reiko inferred. "Explore? Oh Reiko, don't tell me you're actually considering buying this place? Ya sure you can even afford to buy this place, especially after the pouncing I gave you? Certainly, they didn’t pay you the bonus after you got cut from the front page of the Rumble Roses magazine?"
Try as she might to hide her unease, Reiko's weak smile betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing. In that moment, she longed to regain her former glory, to reclaim her position as a respected and formidable wrestler. But as she stood there, facing Dixie in paradise, she couldn't help but feel a nagging fear that her past defeat would forever define her.
Still, Reiko fought back a surge of embarrassment, her eyes narrowing at Dixie’s condescension. “I have earned my place in this league. Unlike some people who rely on their other dimensions."
"Other dimensions? Ya mean, these?” Dixie's lip curled into an amused smile as she cupped her breasts and leaned in closer, “Aw, tiny tits, you seem to forget that this wrestling ring is my domain. I've seen ya crumble under the weight of my power time and time again. You're nothing but a tiny speck in the shadow I cast."
Reiko's face reddened, her competitive spirit ignited by Dixie's demeaning words. "We'll see about that, Dixie. I'll rise to new heights and leave you eating dust. You just wait! Upon the spirit and honor of the Zero Fighter, I promise!"
Dixie's laughter boomed like thunder, drawing the attention of a few neighbors. "Oh, Reiko, you're all talk. If you think buying this property will make you a contender, you're sorely mistaken. The only thing you'll be owning is another humiliating defeat at my hands. But hey, it's always adorable watching you try."
As Dixie continued to tease and taunt her rival, Reiko's expression remained haunted, a mixture of frustration and determination visible in her eyes. She stepped in a little closer, in an attempt to make herself appear strong and determined….
"Ladies!"
The real estate agent's commanding voice interrupted the banter between Dixie and Reiko, as he approached the duo with a friendly smile, "I apologize for the wait. Welcome to this exquisite property. Shall we head inside for a brief tour?"
Suppressing their rivalry momentarily, Dixie and Reiko nodded in agreement and followed the agent through the magnificent gates, into the sprawling estate. The interior was adorned with lavish decorations, gleaming marble floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the breathtaking views of Honolulu.
The real estate agent eloquently showcased each room, highlighting the luxurious features and the attention to detail that had gone into every aspect of the house. Dixie and Reiko pretended to be captivated by the opulence, exchanging polite nods and smiles as they moved from one room to another.
As the tour progressed, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Dixie and Reiko maintained a pleasant facade, their rivalry temporarily subdued in the face of this remarkable property. However, just as they stepped into the grand living room, an urgent phone call disrupted the harmony.
RING!
The real estate agent's face grew grave as he picked up the call, his voice hushed and filled with concern. Dixie and Reiko exchanged curious glances, their competitive instincts momentarily forgotten as they could sense something important unfolding.
"Yes, of course, I understand," the agent murmured into the phone, his eyes darting between the wrestlers. He walked into the other room for a brief moment only to return shortly after, with a flustered appearance as he pressed his phone against his chest.
"Oh, I'm truly sorry, ladies, but I must take a step outside and take care of this matter. It’ll be real quick. Just sit tight, you two."
Without wasting another moment, the agent excused himself from Dixie and Reiko, exiting the room with a sense of urgency. Left to their own devices, the wrestlers exchanged a knowing look, silently acknowledging that their rivalry would have to be put on hold for now.
"Well, ain't this mighty interesting," Dixie commented, her tone dripping with mischief as she approached Reiko. "Looks like our little real estate quest is about to take an unexpected turn. What do ya think, Reiko? Are you ready to give up now and admit that I'm always one step ahead?"
Reiko's eyes narrowed, her competitive fire reignited despite the temporary truce. "Dixie, I apologize but don’t be surprised when he chooses to sell this property to me. I am afraid that a noisy and disruptive woman will not be welcomed in this neighborhood."
With the air thickening once again with tension, the wrestlers circled each other for a moment, their bodies exuding a charismatic aura born from years of fierce competition.
The stage was set, the tension palpable, and these two fierce competitors stood face to face, with their destinies intertwined once again in the hills of Honolulu…..
Dixie couldn't help but smirk as Reiko's caution became evident on her innocent looking face. The Japanese wrestler's eyes darted between Dixie's piercing gaze and the open space between them. It was clear that Reiko knew she had to be on high alert, especially since after what happened last time (and the time before that).
Instinctively, both women removed their heels, discarding them to the side. Dixie's movements were more aggressive, flicking her heels away with a calculated toss, as if shedding any semblance of restraint. The Texan blonde readied herself confidentally, preparing to unleash her full power.
Without a moment's hesitation, the two wrestlers circled one another, their bodies poised for action like feral cats in an alleyway. The air crackled with anticipation as the two began their dance.
The only sound was the thumping of feet as Dixie lunged forward, her movements quick and deadly. With lightning speed, she aimed her claws at Reiko's hair, hoping to assert her dominance from the start. But the Japanese woman managed to back up, narrowly avoiding Dixie before shoving the blonde backwards.
This was not going to be a pro wrestling match or even an all out brawl like last time. Both women knew they would now rely on tried and true, good old fashioned homestyle wrestling.
Reiko retaliated with an agile kick aimed at Dixie's midsection, but the Texan beauty deftly sidestepped, her eyes gleaming with confidence as she skillfully evaded Reiko's attack. The two continued their dance of aggression and evasion, each move executed with precision and grace despite their simmering rivalry.
“Alright, Reiko, I see what yer doin’, you thinkin’ your kung fu tricks are gonna work against me again?” The Texan blonde bombshell smirked as she spoke. She lowered herself once again, her claws going up, while Reiko readied herself in a martial arts stance.
“It IS karate! And I will show you the way of karate! You know nothing, gaijin!” Reiko attempted several kicks, only to find Dixie laughing as she blocked and dodged each attempt with amusement.
“Too slow, China doll!” With that, Dixie grabbed onto Reiko’s leg, causing her to yelp, before lunging forward and throwing her to the ground.
As they tussled on the floor, the two fighters seized one another’s bodies, scratching and pulling as they vied for dominance. The fabric on their summer dresses strained to contain their bodies as they rolled in circles. Dixie’s strength and size gave her an advantage but Reiko’s agility and determination allowed her to maneuver expertely on the ground.
Eventually, Reiko gritted her teeth as she summoned every ounce of strength within her, managing to push Dixie off of her before firing a karate kick aimed at Dixie’s thigh, which sent her back down before she could get up.
“Aiya!” Reiko yelled out, as if letting out a battle cry. The Japanese woman, then, grabbed onto Dixie’s dress and pulled her up before shoving her into the wall not just once but twice, causing the portraits to shake before tilting out of place the second time around.
As she slammed into the wall, Dixie's blonde locks flew in all directions as she pushed herself against Reiko’s body, seizing every opportunity to gain the upper hand as she was tossed around. Twirling as they stood, the two locked hands and found themselves in a deadlock. Reiko fought back with fierce determination as she pushed and shoved against Dixie with her hips and arms, her black curls clinging to her face with perspiration.
“Damn Jap bitch!” Dixie screamed, as she gained the upper hand.
“Gaijin slut!” Reiko responded, as she resisted with all her might.
Eventually, Reiko fell to one knee but not without dragging Dixie downward before tripping the blonde with her foot, causing her to land flat on her bottom.
On the ground, the two women grappled and wrestled, their bodies twisting and contorting in a furious display of strength and agility.
As they jostled, their bodies became entwined. The contrast between Dixie and Reiko was striking. Dixie, with her curves and raw power, exerted dominance, while Reiko, with her nimble grace and determination, fought back with a wiry endurance.
Their bodies pressed against each other, their muscles straining, as they clawed and scratched, each refusing to relent. The sound of grunts and growls filled the air as they rolled on the ground, locked in a fight for dominance. Sweat glistened on their brows and bodily crevices jiggled in unison as the atmosphere crackled with the intensity of their struggle.
And yet, with a burst of energy, Reiko managed to roll Dixie off to the side, leaving the Texan momentarily stunned and gasping for breath, creating a brief moment of respite for the two.
In that moment of respite, Reiko's mind raced. She knew she had to find an advantage, a way to gain the upper hand against Dixie. Her muscles ached from the struggle against her taller opponent, but a newfound determination surged through her veins as she scrambled to her feet.
With every ounce of strength she could muster, Reiko sprinted towards the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. Knowing that Dixie was close on her heels, she desperately needed to find something, anything that could give her an edge in this intense battle.
Meanwhile, Dixie's eyes burned with a fiery mix of determination and frustration as she chased after Reiko. The Texan knew that she couldn't let her rival slip away, not when victory seemed within her grasp.
“Where ya runnin’ to? Get back here!” Dixie commanded. The Texan blonde followed behind with a fierce determination of her own, her long legs propelling her forward as she closed the gap between them.
The kitchen loomed ahead like a battlefield in itself, with appliances and utensils scattered in disarray like weapons. Reiko wasted no time in grabbing a frying pan, wielding it like a makeshift shield as she prepared to face Dixie head-on. The metallic clang resonated through the air as she held the pan defensively at the American woman.
Dixie's smirk returned, her blue eyes flashing with excitement as she saw Reiko's determination. She gave her rival credit- the girl had spirit. But spirit alone wouldn't be enough to defeat the Texan queen.
As Dixie closed in, a twinkle of mischief sparked in her eyes. She observed the kitchen counter nearby and noticed an assortment of fruits laid out. Acting quickly, Dixie grabbed a ripe pineapple and hurled it towards Reiko with all her strength. The tropical fruit sailed through the air, narrowly missing Reiko's head.
This distraction allowed Dixie to close the distance between them, closing in on Reiko with sheer determination.
As Reiko swung her pan, Dixie ducked and grabbed Reiko by her hair and dress, pulling her downwards onto the kitchen island and causing her to drop her frying pan where it landed with a loud metallic clang. As a result, Reiko’s red dress slid down and revealed her sakura blossom colored push up bra.
As she slammed her chest against Reiko’s, Dixie chuckled, “Guess ya gotta pad those little Jap tits. They don’t compare to ‘Merican tits!”
From here, Dixie dragged and slammed the Japanese woman into the kitchen countertop, causing her to yell as she slid across the marble counter and landed her head against the wall. Dixie did not relent as she lifted Reiko by her legs as she was bent over, their hips grinding briefly, before spinning and tossing the smaller woman onto the stove.
“Remember what ya’ did to me last time? A little payback is due, Reiko!” Dixie smirked as she held the dazed Reiko down by her arms, as if nailing her to the stove top.
With that, Dixie immediately turned on the stove, causing Reiko’s eyes to light up as she found her petite derriere burning. The Japanese woman screamed and for a brief moment, smoke even emitted from Reiko’s behind as her dress caught on fire.
A howling Reiko attempted to shove and kick Dixie but to no avail. In her desperate stage, however, she reached over to the rack of spices sitting on the counter and tossed a reddish seasoning straight into Dxiie’s eyes, where it scattered in the air like an explosive puff of smoke.
“Ah, fuck!” Dixie backed up, her eyes stinging with a discomforting sensation.
The two women coughed but with a grimace and holding her burned bottom, which peered through her dress that now had two holes due to the stove, Reiko simply smiled as she retaliated.
“Baka!” SLAP! Dixie reeled as she was slapped in the face by Reiko’s swatting palm.
“Gaijin!” THACK! Reiko’s fist landed on the blonde’s chin.
“Slut!” THUMP! A punch to the gut drew a loud grunt from Dixie as she still tried to find her bearings.
“Bitch!” BONG! As an insult, Reiko latched her hands onto Dixie’s massive knockers and kneaded her before pulling apart the blonde’s sundress, revealing her tiny bikini top.
Finally, a spinning kick sent Dixie stumbling backwards until she slammed into the fridge, causing the fancy and brand new kitchen appliance to shake until the doors popped open.
A dazed Dixie tried to pull herself up only to slip on the pineapple she had tossed earlier, much to Reiko’s amusement.
The blonde struggled for breath, her mouth agape as she lifted her hands up, still struggling to see with clear vision but attempting to defend herself nonetheless. In truth, it was tears forming out of her eyelids that helped Dixie maintain some vision. The pain and terror was simply the trade off.
But before she could react, Reiko pounced upon Dixie, slapping and clawing at her hair, dress, thighs, breasts, tummy, shoulders. The two fought back, pulling and shoving, with hits thrown in between.
As they slammed back and forth against the fridge and cabinets, various food items inside began to cascade towards the floor.
A jug of milk smashed on the floor, partially spilling its contents. Flour fell on top of the two women and evaporated like a poof of snow. A bag of grapes found itself quickly mashed into goo as it landed beneath the two fighters.
Reiko screeched as a plastic pitcher of cold water spilled on top of her before slashing on Dixie, who moaned in response. The flour combined with the water ensured that hand marks were visibly present on their bodies, indicators of the ensuing battle as they slapped, smacked, and pulled one another by their hips, shoulders, buttocks, and breasts.
The two slipped and slid as they jostled for position, drawing more items from the fridge as they bumped into it once more.
Reiko found a head of lettuce dropping onto her forehead before rolling away. With catlike instinct, the Japanese woman quickly grabbed it with her free hand and used it to bash Dixie, who was caught off guard, in the side of her head as pieces of lettuce flew everywhere from the blow.
Reiko swiftly tore apart the lettuce head and grabbed a handful before shoving it into her opponent’s mouth.
“You could lose some weight! You ever think about switching to salads, Dixie?” Reiko laughed as she saw Dixie choking on the lettuce, her eyes bulging and her hands instinctively reaching her throat. The Japanese girl was not going to waste the opportunity and fired a palm strike straight into Dixie’s solar plexus, sending her back a few feet.
The blonde coughed as she spat out the lettuce, gasping for air as she pounded her chest. Bent over and coughing up the last of the leafy greens, she angrily stared up at Reiko before charging at her.
“That does it!” Dixie angrily stated to herself.
A surprised look of fear popped up Reiko’s face as she backed up defensively.
Like a rugby player charging headfirst into the fray, Dixie speared Reiko with her shoulders and tackled the smaller woman to the floor.
“Oomph!”
As the two women collided with the kitchen floor, Dixie wasted no time in unleashing a barrage of punches towards Reiko's face. Left to right, right to left, her fists connected with brutal force, each strike punctuated by a powerful thud.
Reiko's head continuously snapped from right to left with each blow, her body absorbing the impact as she desperately tried to shield herself from Dixie's onslaught. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the kitchen, mixing with the grunts and groans of the fighters.
But Reiko was not one to be easily subdued. With a surge of determination, she managed to grab Dixie's wrists, halting the onslaught of punches. Using her agility to her advantage, Reiko swiftly maneuvered her legs around Dixie's waist in a scissor lock.
As Dixie grappled with the sudden hold, Reiko tightened her grip, constricting Dixie's midsection with her powerful legs. The Texan beauty gasped for breath, her voice strained as she struggled against the tight squeeze.
“Surrender now, Dixie. You stand no chance!”
“Like hell I would, ya slanted eyed bitch, aghh-”
The pressure was tremendous as Dixie felt herself being dragged down to her knees, her rib cage being crushed, and her bosom bulging outward.
Still, Dixie did not quit. Summoning strength from deep within, the blonde fought against Reiko's hold and with a primal yell, she retaliated by delivering a powerful punch of her own, striking Reiko square in the jaw.
Reiko's head snapped to the side, her body momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. But she did not relent in her iron grip, much to the blonde’s frustration.
As Dixie shook around desperately, she was able to free her arms and reached down onto the floor to pick up the jug of milk that had spilled out from the fridge.
“Open wide, China doll!”
Dixie, her voice taunting and filled with triumph, began to pour the milk down Reiko's throat as she screamed in shock. Reiko gagged and sputtered, her hands futilely attempting to block the flow of milk. Her once defiant expression now morphed into a mix of shock and fear as the liquid continued to coat her mouth and throat, a stream of milk spilling from the side of her lips.
"Havin' trouble there, Reiko?" Dixie chimed, her voice laced with mockery. "Maybe this milk will help ya grow an actual pair of tits! Lord knows ya need it!"
The cold milk invaded Reiko’s senses, mixing with her coughs and gasps, leaving her body shaken and vulnerable.
As Reiko bucked her hips up and down, she lost the pressure her legs exerted over Dixie and quickly turned to the side, causing the milk jug to fall out of Dixie’s hand and spill its contents on both of the fighters.
They both groaned as the cold white liquid splashed onto their bodies, drenching their dresses and undergarments as the struggle intensified.
Reiko coughed up the milk and shoved Dixie off of her, attempting to recoup herself.
The Texan blonde, however, quickly got up and pulled Reiko up by her dark mop of hair and dragged her towards the entertainment room.
“Enough eating, piggy. Time to dance!”
Grabbing Reiko by her pink thong and hair, Dixie spun wildy in continuous circles, dragging the screaming Japanese woman along for the ride as her thong rode up her feminine region with centrifugal force that increased in pressure.
After enough revolutions, Dixie released Reiko and watched as she was flung wildly into a chair before tumbling into an expensive lamp that crashed onto the floor before finally ending up crashing against a large TV speaker attached to the wall.
Dixie smiled at the mess that she made.
The Japanese woman’s red dress hung in tatters, barely clinging to her body, as her bra was exposed and her stockings torn open. Her hair was disheveled, the curls sticking to her damp forehead as she panted for breath. Dixie, on the other hand, stood tall and victorious, a triumphant smirk on her face as she approached Reiko once again.
But just as Dixie reached out to grab her, Reiko launched a swift and unexpected punch right into Dixie's jaw, sending the blonde Texan crashing backward into a chair. The chair flipped backwards with the impact, causing it to crash onto the floor in a loud commotion.
“You cow, that chair can’t even support you!”
Noticing Dixie slowly picking herself up, Reiko seized the opportunity to recoup and quickly scrambled to her feet and dashed towards the living room. She knew she had to put some distance between herself and Dixie if she had any hope of regaining control of the fight.
Running past the scattered furniture and trinkets, Reiko made her way up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She could hear Dixie's furious footsteps close behind, fueling her determination to reach safety.
With each step, Reiko's heart pounded louder in her chest, the adrenaline pushing her forward. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Reiko dashed down the hallway towards the master bedroom.
As Reiko reached the master bedroom, she desperately pushed the door closed behind her. But before she could even catch her breath, Dixie's foot kicked the door open with a resounding thud, sending Reiko crashing against the wall.
“Where ya think yer goin’?!” Dixie shouted furiously.
Reiko felt a twinge of fear as she backed up and bumped into the gigantic bed in the middle of the room. In her heart, the Japanese woman truly wondered what it would take to put down this enraged blonde. How did she survive all of her strikes anyway?
Despite her hesitance, Reiko assumed a fighting stance anyway and prepared herself as Dixie stormed into the room with a determined look in her eyes, ready to continue their fierce battle.
The two women locked eyes, their bodies glistening with sweat and covered in various food stains. They lunged at each other once again, grappling and wrestling in a desperate struggle for supremacy.
The room became a chaotic frenzy as they crashed into dressers and nightstands, knocking over lamps and scattering personal belongings in their wake. They clawed and scratched, their bodies twisting and contorting as they fought tooth and nail. Soon enough, Dixie’s dress began to match Reiko’s - tattered and totally exposing her top.
Reiko leapt into the air and with a fancy karate kick, struck Dixie clear in the jaw, making her go limp for a brief second before falling backwards into the nearby bed like a piece of lumber.
“Ugh!”
“You will know the might of Hinomoto family style karate!” Reiko shouted with confidence as she flew in with a kick.
But as the Japanese woman rushed the bed, Dixie grabbed a giant pillow in a desperate attempt to ward off Reiko. Throwing and swinging like a madwoman, she was able to smack Reiko on the side of her head and cause her to fall off the bed.
In response, Reiko grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed and began to trash wildly at the blonde.
Eventually, feathers from the disturbed pillows filled the air. Sheets were pulled and torn, exposing the plush mattress beneath. Reiko and Dixie rolled around on the bed as they grappled and twisted, straining against each other with everything they had.
An attempt to close the distance turned out poorly for Reiko as she found herself being bearhugged by Dixie, their chests clashing against one another. Even with her pink push-up bra, the Japanese girl was no match for Dixie’s massive bosom as it enveloped her smaller pair.
“I told ya before. Ya don’t want to mess with Texas. We grow ‘em bigger over there!”
Reiko screamed as she was lifted by Dixie and squeezed by the taller woman, whose arms were still wrapped around her. It was certainly a retaliation from being squeezed by Reiko’s legs earlier. Dixie wanted to crush her opponent and choke the life out of her.
But try as she might, Dixie was too exhausted to continue holding Reiko up. Instead of continuing, the Texan tossed Reiko to the ground. Then, she pounced on Reiko, stomping her in the chest while grabbing and tearing off the rest of her dress.
Reiko’s face turned red as she tried to push Dixie off of her while also covering herself.
“Aw, come on, there ain’t much to hide, sweetie!” Dixie taunted as she kicked Reiko in the face and angrily tossed her dress to the side, hopping back onto the bed after. Bouncing up and down, Dixie shouted a battle cry as she gathered her momentum and swung backwards, flipping herself to flop right on top of the frightened Reiko.
Instinctively, Reiko stuck her leg out as she squealed like a schoolgirl. Unfortunately for Dixie, Reiko’s leg struck out at the right - or in Dixie’s case, wrong - moment and found itself connecting with the blonde’s groin.
Dixie’s body crashed against the bed frame as her hands instinctively reached downwards to her crotch. An agape expression opened up on Dixie’s face as her eyes were closed in pain.
“Aw, fuck! My pussy!” As she held onto her crotch with one hand, the Texan slammed her other fist multiple times against the bedframe in pain, “My pussy! Aw, fuck, it hurts!”
“I thought you would be so used to it by now, Dixie. I thought my foot would fit into you considering you are such a loose woman,” Reiko taunted with a smirk.
Dixie had no retort, as she was only focused on gathering her bearings and easing the pain in her groin.
But Reiko understood the situation and would not let it go to waste. With no hesitation, Reiko grabbed Dixie by her golden mane and bikini bottom and dragged her along the carpet.
“Now, it is payback time!” Reiko stated as she lifted Dixie up by her bikini bottom, wedgying her into the bathroom. Dixie attempted to stand up but found herself slipping on her own torn dress.
Reiko, her adrenaline pumping, swiftly grabbed Dixie by the arm and forcefully flung her into the extravagant shower area adjacent to the room. Though neither was in the position to acknowledge it, the shower room was something out of a dream house as it resembled a personal sauna more than it did a regular shower. The marble walls and intricate tiles soon became the next battleground for their already intense conflict.
As they exchanged blows, Reiko couldn't help but hurl insults at Dixie, taunting her with each strike. Unable to accurately throw a punch, the blonde could still feel the aching pain in her groin, which made her dazed with dizziness.
"Is that all you've got, Dixie? Your punches are as weak as your fashion sense!" the Japanese woman hissed, throwing Dixie against the tiled wall, causing it to rattle.
Within seconds, the two women bumped into the shower handle and multiple faucets poured streams of cold water from three different directions causing both women to shriek and back away from one another.
As the water struck, their clothes quickly became soaked, clinging to their bodies and revealing their forms beneath. Reiko's sleek figure shone through the wet fabric, while Dixie's voluptuous curves were accentuated, creating a visual feast for the eyes.
Dixie groaned, her expression both a mix of shock and agony, while desperately trying to retaliate against Reiko's onslaught. However, her efforts were in vain as Reiko's speed and precision proved to be too much for her.
"You think you're tough, huh? Just a big Texas crybaby!" Reiko taunted as she continued to dominate the fight, landing blow after blow.
As the struggle intensified, the shower water began to heat up, adding steam and humidity to the already heated atmosphere. Their wet clothing clung even more closely, further emphasizing their curves and athletic figures in the dimly lit shower.
In a particularly intense moment, Reiko managed to spin Dixie around, pinning her against the glass wall of the shower. The sound of water cascading down mixed with echoing moans as Dixie's large breasts pressed uncomfortably against the glass, her scream mingling with the rush of water.
"Now you're trapped, Dixie," Reiko sneered as she pinned her opponent against the foggy glass before giving Dixie a wild smack on her ass, drawing a yelp. "You underestimated me, and now it's time to pay."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! More spanks occurred, supercharging Reiko’s fighting spirit as she struck in rhythm.
With a renewed determination, Reiko swiftly shifted gears as she delivered a barrage of punches to Dixie's defenseless body. The sound of fist meeting flesh echoed throughout the bathroom as Dixie cried out in pain. The struggle continued, their bodies glistening with sweat and rivulets of water, the steam turning the atmosphere into a suffocating haze.
“Ugh! Stop! Ohh! Oww!”
Despite the pain and embarrassment, Dixie refused to give up and pushed back with a fierce determination. She mustered her strength and launched a powerful kick backwards, catching Reiko off guard and momentarily gaining the upper hand as the Japanese woman slammed into the opposite wall.
But Dixie’s momentum was short-lived as Reiko was not one to stay down for long. With a swift counter-move, she regained control of the fight as she latched onto Dixie’s large breasts, squeezing and groping them with maximum pressure as she took leverage back into her hands - literally.
“Aieee!” Dixie attempted to free herself to no avail.
“Let me fix your cow tits!” Reiko chuckled.
Eventually maneuvering the blonde back into a defensive position against the glass, where her bosom became compressed against the glass once more, Reiko slammed against her opponent with her body.
Then, with a laugh and a shout, Reiko ran backwards against the wall before running forward back towards Dixie. By the time Dixie turned around, she could only open her mouth in shock as she felt Reiko jump up and slam her against the glass door, sending her tumbling and tripping out of the shower area until she fell down on all fours, her bottom in full view.
As the water washed away the hand marks, the only evidence of their struggle in the shower room was the imprints of Dixie’s massive breasts pressed against the open glass door of the shower.
Otherwise, the terrified Texan quickly picked herself up and ran away while Reiko quickly pursued her from behind like a mad woman, eager to get her revenge for all the wrongs Dixie had committed against her.
Water dripping and leaving a trail on the carpet, the two women, dressed in their undergarments, ran through the hallway. Both women struggled, pushed, and shoved one another against the hallway walls and the metal railing.
Dixie felt Reiko grab onto her from behind and a surprise slap by Reiko sent Dixie spinning.
As the blonde was forcefully thrown against the railing overlooking the luxurious living room, her body collided with the solid metal. The impact sent a searing pain through her chest, causing her to gasp in agony. Disoriented and vulnerable, she desperately clung to the railing for support.
Feeling a surge of triumph, Reiko approached Dixie with malicious intent. With a malevolent grin, she deliberately stepped on the hem of Dixie's dress, mercilessly tugging downwards. The fabric strained against Dixie's body, digging deep into her delicate flesh, as Reiko prepared her hands by walking them on the Texan’s hips before yanking her bikini bottom.
Miserable cries escaped Dixie's lips as she was wedgied and her dress was brutally torn apart, leaving her exposed and defenseless. The fabric ripped apart, leaving shreds hanging from her trembling form.
As she delighted in delivering a humiliating wedgie, Reiko smiled sadistically as she propelled Dixie over the railings, sending her hurtling towards the table below.
“Sayonara!” Reiko shouted.
The remnants of Dixie's torn dress fluttered in the air like surrender flags as she crashed upon the unsuspecting surface.
The table groaned under the weight of the impact, shattering into countless pieces. Splinters rained down on the broken remnants of fine china and elegant decorations. Dixie lay amidst the wreckage, her body bruised and battered from the fall as pain radiated through her.
Reiko looked down at the chaos below, her eyes cold with triumph. She quietly stated to herself that this was another reason why that overgrown blonde needed to lose some weight.
But the Japanese fighter was not finished just yet. As she saw Dixie groaning in pain, her arms defenseless and legs spread akimbo, Reiko’s wrestling instincts took over.
As the chaos intensified, Reiko's eyes gleamed with determination. With nimble precision, she expertly climbed atop the railing, her gaze fixed squarely on Dixie writhing in pain below. The adrenaline surged through her veins as she prepared for her next move.
Taking a deep breath, Reiko summoned her acrobatic prowess and, with an astonishing display of athleticism, launched herself off the railing. Time seemed to slow as she descended, executing a graceful moonsault flip and twisting her body in mid-air. As she hurtled towards Dixie, Reiko aimed to make an impact she would never forget.
With pinpoint accuracy, Reiko's knee struck Dixie's exposed groin.
The impact was bone-jarring as Reiko's knee collided with Dixie's exposed groin. A gut-wrenching scream escaped from Dixie's lips, her body convulsing in agony as she curled up into a ball. She rolled on the floor, clutching her wounded womanhood, desperately trying to alleviate the excruciating pain.
Breathing heavily but composed, Reiko let the adrenaline wash off as she rolled away the impact of her technique. The Japanese woman remained unfazed by the sight of her opponent, howling and whimpering in pain and anguish, as she slowly gathered herself off the floor, rising with an air of triumph. Dusting off her hands with an almost mocking nonchalance and with a victorious smirk playing on her hips, she stood tall, reveling in her dominance over Dixie.
“Looks like I get this house,” Reiko stated to herself confidently. A fierce determination burned in her eyes as she surveyed the aftermath of her devastating assault with satisfaction. The only sound she could hear was Dixie's agonized whimpers echoing through the shattered remnants of the table and scattered debris
With a confident stance and an unwavering glare, Reiko made it known that she was the one in charge.
“You should have just resolved this peacefully, Dixie. I would have offered to let you have the house if you asked nicely. Instead, you have now brought shame to yourself and now, you will not be able to show your face in public.”
As Dixie struggled to regain some semblance of composure, she found herself slowly picking herself up and crawling. With immense effort, Dixie managed to crawl inch by agonizing inch towards the kitchen, desperate to escape the tormenting presence of Reiko. Every movement sent waves of agony through her bruised and battered body, but the fiery Texan refused to let pain hinder her determination.
Meanwhile, Reiko relished in her triumph, taking slow strides back and forth behind Dixie as she continued her scathing lecture. Her voice dripped with a mix of self-righteousness and disappointment.
"You see, Dixie, this could have been avoided if you had chosen the honorable path. Unfortunately, you had to resort to underhanded tactics and deceit. It's only time you learned a lesson in integrity," Reiko stated, disappointedly waving her finger at the crawling blonde.
Her words twisted like a knife in Dixie's weary ears, but she bit back tears of frustration and resolved to keep moving.
"Now, I hope this teaches you the importance of doing the right thing. Honesty, fair play, and respect should govern our actions," Reiko pontificated, “This is a matter of karma, Dixie. Fate has sought to punish you for your actions in the past.”
Dixie's mind flashed with defiance amidst the pain, refusing to submit to Reiko's sermonizing.
Reiko continued her tirade, oblivious to Dixie's mounting resistance.
"In the future, perhaps you'll think twice about resorting to such dishonorable methods. Perhaps next time, you'll strive for a more dignified approach," Reiko exclaimed, her voice carrying a morally righteous satisfaction, “Please know that I am only saving you from yourself.”
But as Reiko prattled on, Dixie's resolve solidified and a wicked smile crossed her lips as she saw the reddish jar of seasoning that Reiko had tossed at her earlier. She would not listen and be lectured about any shortcomings perceived by that Japanese bitch. And she would not accept defeat so easily.
As Reiko stepped closer to Dixie to lecture her up close, she noticed too late as Dixie flung the jar of red seasoning at her face.
The Japanese woman cried out as she covered her eyes in pain, stumbling backwards.
In the meantime, Dixie picked herself up off the floor and hobbled forward, step by step, towards the sliding door leading into the backyard as she clutched her wounded womanhood.
As Dixie hastily reached the backyard and began descending the stairs, a renewed surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was determined to escape Reiko’s torment and find respite. But just as she descended the stairs off the deck, a powerful force tackled her off the deck, sending her crashing onto the soft grass below. The impact rattled her already battered body, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Reiko wasted no time and swiftly positioned herself on top of Dixie, her face contorted with determination as she held her down and clawed at her.
However, the house’s automatic sprinkler system had a different plan in store for them. As the sprinklers began to spray the yard, the dry soil began to turn into a slippery mud pit, making their struggle even more chaotic.
With a startled cry, Dixie was tackled into the mud, her body crashing onto the wet grass below. The sprinklers, oblivious to the chaos unfolding, continued their relentless spray, drenching both women in water as the sun beat down upon them. The grass soaked in moisture as the once pristine lawn transformed into a muddy battleground.
Gasping for breath, Dixie quickly regained her bearings, struggling to rise from the slippery ground. But her efforts were met with fierce resistance from Reiko, who was determined to keep her trapped in the muddy mire by latching onto her ankle and pulling her down.
In the midst of the downpour and the slippery terrain, the two women locked eyes, their expressions a mix of anger and determination. The mud clung to their bodies, smearing their clothes and skin in a chaotic blend of filth.
Reiko, clad only in her lingerie, moved with calculated precision. She lunged forward, her hands grappling with Dixie's bikini-clad form as they both struggled to gain an upper hand. The mud squelched under their weight as they grappled and wrestled, slipping and sliding across the yard.
Each woman fought with unyielding ferocity, their movements fueled by a combination of rage and adrenaline. Mud flew through the air as they exchanged punches and kicks, their bodies intertwining in a desperate battle for dominance.
Grunts and snarls mingled with the steady hum of water hitting the ground. They rolled through the mud, their movements growing increasingly primal as they clawed and scratched, refusing to relent.
The once elegantly styled lingerie now clung tightly to Reiko's form, dirtied and torn. Dixie's bikini, once vibrant and stylish, was now disheveled, barely recognizable beneath the layers of mud.
And as the mud-covered warriors continued their grueling struggle, their minds had shifted from personal vendettas to a fight for survival, each woman determined to emerge victorious from this relentless clash in the chaos of the mud-soaked battlefield.
Growling with determination, Dixie delivered blistering punches to Reiko's mud-caked face, each strike fueled by her anger and pain. Mud splattered in every direction as droplets mixed with their heavy breaths. The once composed and self-assured Reiko now found herself on the receiving end of relentless punishment, tears streaming down her face.
As Dixie unleashed her pent-up frustration, dominating the battle in the mud, Reiko's resilience began to waver. She struggled to find solid footing on the increasingly slippery ground, her maneuvers hampered by the unforgiving mud. Despite her intelligent fighting style and superior technique, Reiko now found herself at a disadvantage.
“Wait, stop!” Reiko pleaded.
Dixie's fists continued to rain down upon Reiko, each blow evoking grunts and pained cries. Dixie's determination grew stronger with every strike, and Reiko's attempts to retaliate became feeble in comparison. It was clear that Dixie had turned the tables, regaining control of the fight in this dirty and unforgiving terrain.
In the slippery abyss of mud, Dixie's strength and experience served as her ultimate advantage. With a mischievous grin etched across her face, she reveled in her familiarity with this dirty terrain. This was her element, her domain, and she was determined to remind Reiko of that fact.
"You thought you could take me down, but you picked the wrong battleground, honey," Dixie taunted, her voice oozing with confidence. "I've been mud rasslin' since before you even knew how to lace up your boots!"
Reiko's attempts to escape were futile as Dixie's powerful grip kept her locked in the grappling match. The Texan's mud-soaked body slid effortlessly through the viscous quagmire, while Reiko struggled to find solid footing.
The mud-slicked struggle continued, Dixie showcasing her superior skill in the art of wrestling. She cleverly maneuvered through the muck, using her strength to maintain control over Reiko as she grabbed her in between the leg and overthrew her from below. Each attempt by the Japanese fighter to flee was met with a firm grip and a defiant pull back into the muddy arena.
"Nope, you ain't gonna let you off that easily, Reiko!" Dixie drawled with a devilish chuckle. "You wanted a fight, well, you got yourself one."
The clamor of their bodies slipping and sliding in the mud filled the air as they grappled relentlessly. Dixie's years of experience on the wrestling circuit were evident as she executed a camel clutch and held Reiko down while locking her neck in place, keeping the Japanese woman at a constant disadvantage as she was pinned down.
Reiko's expression twisted with frustration as she realized the futility of trying to escape Dixie's clutches. The mud became another opponent in this vicious duel, turning their battleground into an unsteady and treacherous mire from which there was no escape.
With every passing moment, Dixie's confidence grew while Reiko's will began to falter. In this slippery battle of strength and experience, she reigned supreme, her mud-rasslin' prowess shining through as she continued to dominate the fervent struggle against Reiko.
As the intense struggle in the mud raged on, Dixie seized an opportunity to further assert her dominance. With a calculated maneuver, she managed to grab hold of Reiko's muddy top, tearing it off in one swift motion. The piece of clothing flew through the air and landed with a muddy splat to the side.
Dixie's victory grin widened as she reveled in her control over the situation. The sight of Reiko's exposed upper body served as a reminder of who was in charge. Even through the mud, the Japanese woman’s pale face flushed with a noticeable hint of red.
With a mocking taunt, Dixie jeered, "Looks like you forgot one important rule of wrestling, darlin': wardrobe malfunctions are part of the game! Course, it probably would be more noticeable if ya’ weren’t so flat chested."
Reiko's desperation grew palpable as she struggled against Dixie's relentless dominance. The mud-slicked surface hindered her movements, making her attempts to escape increasingly futile. With each passing second, Dixie tightened her grip on Reiko’s hair and leg, inflicting both physical and mental torture on her opponent.
As their bodies clashed in the muddy battleground, Dixie's determination reached its peak. She would leave no room for doubt about her superiority. In an audacious move, Dixie managed to strip Reiko of her remaining bottom piece, leaving her fully exposed and vulnerable.
But Dixie wasn't satisfied with mere humiliation. She scooped up a handful of mud with Reiko's discarded bottom, an evil spark in her eyes. As Reiko squirmed and protested, Dixie silenced her by shoving the mud-covered fabric into her mouth.
"Eat dirt, Reiko!" Dixie laughed triumphantly, relishing in the complete dominance she had achieved.
Reiko gagged and spluttered, her voice muffled by the taste of earth and humiliation. Her attempts to escape grew more frantic, but Dixie's relentless hold persisted, ensuring Reiko remained trapped under her authority.
As the struggle in the mud intensified, Reiko's desperation to escape grew stronger. With a burst of sheer determination, she made a daring move, attempting to flee from Dixie's clutches. Reiko maneuvered through the slippery terrain, desperately pushing herself toward the edge of the pool.
However, like a relentless predator chasing its prey, Dixie proved to be faster and more cunning. With agile movements, she effortlessly closed the distance between them as Reiko reached the pool's edge. Just as Reiko's fingertips brushed against the water's surface, Dixie grabbed hold of her, dragging her backwards and down into the cool depths.
The forceful impact of entering the pool disoriented Reiko, causing her thong to remain deeply lodged in her mouth. Panic set in as she began to swim and flail in an attempt to reach the surface for air. But Dixie's grip remained unyielding.
As the chaotic battle raged underwater, Reiko's vision became hazy, and her oxygen dwindled. Her senses heightened, and in her diminishing consciousness, she caught glimpses of Dixie's buoyant bosom hovering above her before realizing, to her horror, as the pair of breasts moved closer to her face.
With a calculated ferocity, Dixie held Reiko down in the water, relentlessly smothering her with a buoyant pair of breasts.
Reiko's thrashing movements gradually grew weaker as the air was suffocated out of her. Her vision blurred, and her struggles became feeble. Time seemed to stretch on as the water and Dixie’s cleavage engulfed her, the fight gradually draining from her battered body. After what felt like an eternity, she went limp.
Sensing the defeated state of her opponent, Dixie released her hold on Reiko and allowed her motionless body to float towards the water's surface. Reiko's pale bottom embarrassingly popped out of the water first, a stark symbol of her defeat. The grip on her thong had loosened, as well, causing it to awkwardly pop out of the water in a humiliating fashion.
Slowly rotating backward until her face pointed upwards, the Japanese woman involuntarily coughed up water, gasping for precious breaths as she regained consciousness. As Reiko floated aimlessly, her eyes groggily half-closed, still feeling the lingering effects of the suffocating struggle. From her blurred vision, she could only vaguely see the figure of the dominant blonde standing above her.
In that moment, Dixie stood triumphant, her presence looming over the pool as she achieved victory over her adversary.
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As Dixie made her way to the front of her house, water dripping from her victorious bikini clad figure, the real estate agent couldn't help but be a little taken aback. Her confidence exuded an air of power that intrigued and perplexed him simultaneously. He greeted her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as she approached.
With utmost confidence, Dixie handed over a check to the bewildered agent. "I'll take the house," she declared, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.
The agent, somewhat flustered, examined the check and was taken aback by the generous offer. It exceeded his expectations by several million dollars. Taking a moment to compose himself, he quickly realized that he had stumbled upon an opportunity he couldn't pass up. With a wide smile, he agreed to the deal, allowing Dixie to have the house of her choosing.
Dixie glanced around the property, her eyes settling on the trash cans sitting neatly by the curb. With a mischievous grin, she turned to the real estate agent and asked, "One last thing, darlin’, when's trash day around here?"
The agent, still slightly taken aback by Dixie's presence, replied, "Well, ma’am, they just arrived yesterday. It’ll be another week before they show up again."
Dixie's grin widened, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "Well, ain't that a shame," she chuckled.
Politely thanking the agent for his assistance, Dixie turned on her heel and made her way towards the garage. As she opened the door, the sound of muffled sobs filled the air, growing louder as she approached the source.
The sight of Reiko tied up to the trash can with her own torn up dress and underwear, her tear-stained face a mix of fear and humiliation, greeted Dixie. The Japanese woman's muddy and disheveled appearance only heightened Dixie's satisfaction.
"Well, Reiko', looks like you're gonna have to wait here for the rest of the week."
Reiko's eyes widened in disbelief, her panty muffled protests falling on deaf ears. The realization of her continued captivity hit her like a punch to the gut. She struggled against her restraints, desperate to break free, but Dixie's knots held firm.
Dixie, relishing in her power and dominance over her defeated opponent, folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the wall. "You know, Reiko, I reckon this is just what you deserve to be tied up like the trash that you are."
Reiko's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with a mix of frustration and helplessness. Dixie's words only added salt to the wound, deepening Reiko's humiliation.
"Now, you just sit tight here and think about what happens when you mess with the best," Dixie smirked, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Maybe by the time the trash gets picked up next week, you'll learn your lesson."
With a final glance at Reiko's pitiful state, Dixie turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the sobbing Japanese woman confined to the garage, bound to the trash can.
“By the way, I’m gonna send these photos of you tied up to TMZ. These are goin’ up on the internet. That’s fer sure. Ought to let everyone know that even outside the arena, Reiko still gets her ass beat by a superior woman.”
Reiko loudly sobbed in the background as she heard the inevitable shame that she would have to endure even after she escaped.
