A commission that's actually a sequel to the first wrestling story I ever wrote. It's posted on here and Seakings, but was a simple fanfic match of Princess Peach and Tifa Lockheart (from Super Mario and Final Fantasy 7 respectively). It was a fun write, so hope you like the read!
People had been fired up for this rematch for years. Princess Peach Toadstool had been one of the few women to ever beat Tifa Lockheart in the ring, and she had done it just before the big split in the VGW. NES (Nintendo Extreme Showdowns) had broken off into its own division, taking Peach with it as their on again off again champion. NES did so well that after a playful feuding story arc, they absorbed the VGW to bring them back together but with the commissioner of NES in charge. Tifa didn't mind the change in ownership at all, and was in fact delighted to hear. She wanted payback on Peach, and those in charge were quick to feed off that old grudge.
So while The Hammer Sisters took on the War Crafters for the tag team belt and the much-awaited Juliet "Lollipop Chainsaw" Starling vs Lara Croft match was a huge hit (ending with Lara fucked silly by Juliet's vibrating prop chainsaw), people were drooling over the much awaited showdown as the regal music played to announce the princess' entrance. Peach came out in a long, frilled gown, shiny golden crown and silk gloves a she waved daintily to the fans, enjoying the mix of boos and cheers before she tore off her skirt, revealing her tight pink one piece and wrestling boots underneath. She sat on one of the turnbuckles and peeled her gloves and crown off in a nice show of skin for the crowd. She loved to tease them between her overly regal and snooty act mixed with her curvy sex appeal.
More punky battle music played as Tifa strode out, met with her own mix of cheers and boos. While Peach was a snooty and sexy heel, Tifa was a rough and tumble face. They both toed the line, but her overall fair play and stubborn grit in the face of cheating foes made her fairly popular. Of course, her giant set of tits in a tight wifebeater and a high leather skirt with suspenders made her even more popular, leaving fans happy whether the brunette she won or lost. The long-haired rivals were both in the ring together again as a cartoon cat waved for them to step forward.
"Alright!" Bubsy the Bobcat warned. "I know you two got a lot of beef, but I want as clean a match as paw-sible. We go until a three-count pin or one of you broads taps out. Now we've all waited long enough! Let's do this!" His last minute cheer got the crowd to roar with excitement as Peach and Tifa circled slowly for the first time years.
"I'm not falling for your tricks this time, you bitch," Tifa huffed. "I'm going to beat your ass before I have my fun with you."
"That's a cute little dream," Peach chuckled as she brushed her blonde locks behind her shoulder. "I'll make sure to write those words across those fake tits of yours while you're unconscious."
Peach suddenly jerked in place as Tifa lashed out and slapped her across the face. The crowd peaked into one long “Oooh!” as Peach stared wide-eyed at her distant rival. Tifa smirked and returned to her classic kickboxing stance, bouncing toe to toe and showing she was ready for whatever Peach dished out. This wasn’t especially true as she thought as Peach simply tackled her around the waist, pinning her on the mats and slamming her with outraged slaps and punches as quickly as she could. Tifa brought up her hands in a quick and simply guard against the barrage of sloppy but painful attacks, enduring the princess' royal tantrum until the blonde reared back for a heavier strike. She spit on Tifa's face as she backed off with some light prompting from the ref.
"This is why you never get a sequel!" Peach taunted, circling at a safe distance as Tifa pulled herself back together.
"This is why you have no talent, mushroom tits," Tifa grunted back. Peach tried to make a move on her but Tifa swung her combat boot up into her stomach, instantly winding the princess as she doubled over. Tifa grabbed her by the hair and delivered a punishing knee to her face, rattling her even further before starting to spike her knees up one after the other into Peach's tits. She howled and groaned as her voice vibrated from the bust-busting attacks. When Tifa felt she was properly softened up she jumped into the air and spiked Peach's face into the mats. She took some deep satisfaction from watching the mass of blonde bounce off the floor and land in a groggy heap.
"Should have stayed in your own little league, slut. Now you're playing with the big girls!" Tifa warned as she picked Peach's head back up by the hair. The brunette trapped her opponent in a headlock, grinding her wrist against her temple to make the princess squeal in pain. It also did the job of rubbing Peach's face into her bigger tits, humiliating her as much as she was hurting. Tifa stood up and dragged Peach along with her, the stumbling princess' spandex-clad ass sticking out for the crowd as she was forced to double over. With a quick and deep bellow, Tifa charged across the ring. It gave Peach just enough time to panic before her forehead slammed into the opposite ringpost, bouncing her head out of Tifa's grip as she was laid flat on her back. She was still seeing stars as Tifa looked down at her proudly. Lockhart sent a hard stomp to Peach's pussy, crushing her kitty beneath her heel and letting the princess flop like a fish before she went to the corner, climbing up and throwing up a double flex for the fans of the busty tomboy.
"Y'all know who runs this league!" Tifa boasted to the audience, cupping her tits for a quick bounce to keep them happy. She hopped back down as the cringing Peach was just starting to get to her knees, one hand still glued to her pussy as it tried to ease the pain. She was rubbing her chest as well, but Tifa didn’t think anything of it until she had taken the blonde by the hair and forced her back to her feet. It was only then that she realized Peach was groping around her cleavage rather than her nipples where Tifa had been targeting. Peach suddenly opened her fist and blew a sparkling purple cloud of dust into Tifa’s face, making her scream and recoil as she held her face. Her eyes and nostrils started to burn, making tears shed uncontrollably as if she had just been maced.
“A little present from my homeland!” Peach taunted as Tifa fell back, swinging blindly at the air in front of her. “A little poison mushroom dust can REALLY do the trick for fending off skanks like you!” The crowd booed her dirty trick but the ref didn’t stop her, so Peach just giggled innocently as she blew the crowd a kiss. The royal pain loved the attention, whether it was boos or cheers (or geting cheers from Boos, on occasion). Peach brushed off their negative response and grabbed the blinded Tifa by her hair and one leg before lifting her across her shoulders. Tifa kicked and beat her fists on the blonde’s back, but the princess showed she was far from weak as she paraded Tifa around the ring in her torture rack. Her pale arms stretched out Tifa’s spine in a cruel and painful victory lap before falling over backward, crushing Tifa’s back between herself and the ring.
The Final Fantasy heroine thrashed on the ground as she winced and held her back. Her watery eyes were starting to get rid of most of the blinding dust, but they still stung and of course tears were blurring her vision. Bubsy got in Peach’s way and chewed her out for the dirty trick. He wasn’t about to stop the fight that everyone was dying for, but it compensated enough to buy Tifa time to start dragging herself up to her knees. Peach finally shoved the bobcat aside as Tifa got her arms over the middle ropes. She wiped the last of the burning tears from her eyes when Peach gave a swinging kick into Tifa's toned belly. She grunted and in her moment of distraction, holding her abs as Peach leaned her knee into her back. The extra weight pushed Tifa forward so that her throat was crushed into the ropes, letting the fans get a closer look at her reddening face.
"I can't believe you thought this would go any better after all these years!" Peach gloated over the gagging brunette. Tifa wrapped both of her hands around the rope to push back and let herself breathe, but Peach didn't seem to notice. Her attention went elsewhere as she grabbed the back of Tifa's tanktop and pulled with all her might. The powerful princess ripped open the back of it, letting the otherwise too-tight garment fall through the ropes. Peach reached past her to snatch it before it could fall to the floor outside the ring.
"I'm sure your fans recognize you now, you slut cow!" Peach mocked as she twirled her opponent's top over her head.
It was certainly humiliating, but Tifa had gotten used to public nudity after all this time in the league. While Peach was still bragging, Tifa suddenly went into a turning uppercut that caught Peach right in the jaw. Her laughter cut off instantly as she staggered drunkenly to barely stay on her feet. Tifa rose to her feet with her fists raised and breasts bouncing as she took up her kickboxing stance, ready to turn the tables on the dirty blonde. Peach had just started to see straight when Tifa nailed her with a jab right between the eyes. Both girls could wrestle, but Tifa definitely had the edge in a fist fight. She certainly planned to keep it that way as Peach's head snapped back and she staggered into the opposite set of ropes. Peach's arm slung over the top rope to stay standing, but that just left her hanging like a ripe piece of fruit as far as Tifa was concerned.
"Welcome back to the big leagues, punching bag!" Tifa belted out before burying her knuckles into Peach's right tit. Her spandex provided next to no protection from the power blow, getting Peach's baby blue eyes to flash wide open. She had barely let out a cry of pain and her breast was still jiggling by the time Tifa slammed a left hook into the other one. Her breasts bounce into each other with a dull slap as Peach tried to curl up and protect herself but Tifa went to town bombarding her with a storm of punches to her breasts and body.
When Peach was fully on the defenses and groaning from her bruised ribs and crushed tits, Tifa grabbed the shoulder straps of her one piece and yanked them down around her arms. The brunette left Peach's pale tits bouncing in the open air as she backed away and threw up her hands to fire up the crowd. With her fans roaring, she sprinted across the ring and bounced back for a charging clothesline. It smashed Peach in the tits hard enough that the princess went flying over the ropes and landing hard on the arena floor. The portion of the fans got a close look at her wide-eyed look of agony as she rolled slowly on the floor, hurt but not out.
Tifa fired up the crowd some more, even stopping to cup her breasts and shake them for the audience before sliding out of the ring. "Not so hot without your cheap tricks, princess," Tifa growled, falling into an elbow drop across Peach's chest. The blonde flopped and grunted, her already aching tits wobbling from the impact. Tifa was the more sporting of the two, but she was always known to bring in some hardcore tactics when her opponent escalated. She dragged Peach up with her, kneeing her in the stomach before she flung the blonde into the guardrail in front of the crowd. Peach was able to turn herself around and take the brunt of the impact on her back, but even that made her howl in pain as she slumped against the flimsy metal.
Tifa caught up to her and put her palm under Peach's jaw, pushing upward and making her emit a stifled squeal as she was forced to arch her back over the railing. It also served to thrust her tits up into the air, her one piece having fallen low enough that it was only covering from her waist down.
"Hey! Get it back in the ring, girls!" Bubsy shouted, trying to get things under some pretense of control.
"On the way, fuzzy," Tifa called back with a smirk. "I'm just gonna soften her up a little more before I show this bitch the meaning of royal pain!" Tifa grabbed Peach by the arm and forced her to stand back up, yanking on her arm and sending her flying with an Irish whip towards the ring apron. She didn't expect Peach's second wind to kick in as she held onto Tifa's wrist, stopping short and pulling on the unprepared brawler's arm to reverse the throw. Peach had added her own vengeful touch to the whip by turning the angle enough to hurl Tifa right into the metal ringside steps. The loud metallic crash got the audience to groan in sympathy pain as the rough and angular stairs dug into Tifa's side and chest before she dropped to the ground.
Both women caught their breath, but Tifa had a much harder time of it with her fresh injury. She clutched her ribs and gasped for air, making her world-famous rack bounce rapidly along with her breathing. Peach dragged herself over and took Tifa by the hair, forcing her up and propping her chest against the ring apron.
"You're going to pay for that, you whore!" Peach growled, lifting up Tifa's hair and spitting in her face. She was still recoiling in disgust when Peach went running down ringside, dragging Tifa along with her. The brunette screamed as her naked tits were dragged along the mats, irritating her nipples and leaving painful streaks of red rug burns along her rack. It only stopped when Peach came to an abrupt halt and shoved Tifa's face into the ringpost, hitting the brunette brawler with another metallic clang that brought her to her knees in a stupefied daze.
"Come on! Get it back inside, princess!" Bubsy objected once again. Peach grinned at him with a confident and sadistic gleam in her eye.
"Oh, gladly, Mr. Bobcat," she purred, shoved Tifa's front half into the ring before climbing in herself. Tifa groaned and started to stir, her arms bracing against the ring apron to try and get on her own two feet. By the time that happened, Peach was already in the ring. She jumped into the air and stomped Tifa's boobs flat against the mats with her heels, getting the brunette to scream and thrash in agony.
"Wow! I can just see the silicone breaking in there!" Peach giggled innocently despite her cruel act of titty torture. She stayed in her position, even grabbing the ropes for leverage to push herself down harder on Tifa's breasts. A few agonizing seconds later and she finally jumped off, leaving Tifa to pull back and cradle her rack. There were two large mixed of red and purple forming where Peach had dug her heels into her tits, the nearby boos and cheers making her aching head ring. Peach paced around the ring like a royal lioness, hands confidently on her hips as she silently lorded over her damaged opponent. Tifa grit her teeth and slapped her hands on her cheeks to fire herself up. She knew that Peach couldn't be in as good a shape as she was acting, showing her own bruises and sweating heavily from the action so far.
Once she was sure that Peach was too far off to try anything, Tifa climbed back into the ring. The video game beauties circled until Peach made a grab for Tifa's hair. The brunette dodged back and caught Peach around her neck, twisting herself around so that she was crushing Peach's neck and face against her bigger breast. Peach growled and cursed as she pushed and clawed at Tifa's arm, but Tifa just clenched the headlock harder and buried her face deeper into her chest. Peach's face went red with anger and lack of air as she flailed at her opponent, even starting to bite into the side of her tit. Tifa winced but she kept the hold on tight, letting it add to the already brutal pain in her chest.
"You sure use that big mouth of yours a lot," Tifa growled, slamming the trapped Peach in the face with a few quick punches. "Maybe this will finally shut you up." Tifa pushed Peach's head a little lower, pulling on her hair to turn her face at an upward angle while she was bent over. Tifa lifted her heavy breast up and let it drop onto Peach's face, getting a heavily muffled shriek as her sweaty underboob slapped and smothered the trapped princess. Her biting had nowhere to catch onto down there, and she was having an even harder time breathing buried under her breast while choking on the headlock.
Peach was dragged around the ring, showing off her raised ass and thrashing body while she pushed her tit harder into the blonde heel's face. The laughing audience ate it up until Peach reached between Tifa's legs and buried her nails into her crotch. The brunette screamed and arched her back, nearly losing her hold as the blonde kept up her cxnt claw. Peach suddenly had a breath of fresh air, thinking she had escaped. Instead, Tifa lifted her up by the hair, just to slam her face into the turnbuckle, making her lose her grip on Tifa's loins. Peach crumbled from the surprising hit, slumping face-first into the corner like a sweaty and half-naked rag doll.
"Too bad you usually need a magic cape to fly," Tifa hissed in her ear. She caught Peach around the waist and grabbed one of her thighs, lifting her off the mats and planting the blonde's curvy ass on the top turnbuckle. The fans went wild as they saw her setting up for a top rope finisher, climbing after Peach with her boots mounted on the middle ropes. She looped her arms under Peach's armpits for a flying suplex, but Peach suddenly shoved Tifa's chest. She stumbled back, landing on her feet in the ring rather than taking the nasty spill she was expecting. She was still surprised, but she quickly turned and charged after the sitting Peach. The blonde was expecting her and threw out her boot, catching Tifa right in the face as she went staggering back drunkenly from the blindsiding blow.
Peach grabbed the ropes to steady herself and sized up Tifa's position. She winked to the crowd and cupped her breasts for them before Tifa turned around to face her. Peach leapt towards her for a splash, meaning to plant her perky titties into Tifa's face for a hell of a takedown, but Tifa's hands shot up and caught her in mid-air. The crowd went berserk as Tifa staggered but kept Peach suspended in her arms, the blonde realizing her compromising position and flailing her arms and legs in a panic. She couldn't do a thing about it until Tifa suddenly dropped her, holding out her knee and slamming the Nintendo wrestler down into a backbreaker.
Any pretense of Peach's arrogance from earlier was long gone. The blonde bounced off of Tifa's knee with a look of agony on her face as she crawled frantically to the nearest set of ropes. She stayed on all fours, clinging to the bottom rope desperately as she winced and held her back, tears welling up in her eyes after the shocking counter attack. Tifa's power move had her shaking with pain as the crowd cheered on the antihero, even as she rubbed her face and wobbled on her feet. Tifa was soaked in sweat, making her shorts ride up even higher than usual, but she raised a proud fist to her fans before stalking after Peach.
The blonde was completely caught off guard, still suffering from the backbreaker when Tifa shoved her head through the middle ropes. Peach could only moan and barely even resisted as Tifa looped her through and hooked her arms over the top rope, pulling back on her wrists while digging her knee into her back. Peach screamed and moaned pathetically as Tifa bent her body into a C shape, pushing out her bouncing tits for the crowd.
"Give up, bitch!" Tifa shouted behind her. "Tap the fuck out!"
"Noooo! Fuck! Fuck you, cow!" Peach howled in agony. She shook her head, shaking her sweaty blonde hair in Tifa's face. The brunette growled and looked her over, switching to one hand on her hold while she ground her knee on Peach's back.
"You still think you're hot shit? Just because of a lucky win from years ago? Maybe this'll remind you what a useless fucking slut you are!" Tifa used her free hand to claw and pull at Peach's one piece until it was ripped completely off her, leaving her naked except for her wrestling boots. Tifa hooked her boots around the bottom rope, leaving Peach spread out in front of the audience with her tits and pussy all on display. Tifa hooked her hands under Peach's chin and pulled up harder, getting a fresh scream from her she her trapped limbs thrashed against the ropes. "Now GIVE! UP!" Tifa barked.
Peach screamed and flailed as the hold was pushed harder and her body was pushed to its limits. Her hands managed to reach and scratch at Tifa’s thighs but the brunette challenger was too obsessed with her victory to mind the minor damage. Peach was dreading the idea of tapping out at the hopeless position when her finger became caught on the waist of Tifa’s shorts. Seeing her last hope, she yanked down on Tifa’s shorts. The brunette brawler gasped as her pants and panties went down in one fell swoop, tangling with her legs and throwing off her balance. She backed off to try and recuperate her losses, but Peach reacted quickly to seize the golden opportunity. She launched one of her legs backward as hard as she could and smashed her heel into Tifa’s pussy, hitting hard enough to launch her opponent completely across the ring as she staggered from the agonizing low blow.
Peach was still in rough shape, but Tifa was paralyzed by the sudden pain. She was still gagging quietly while Peach untangled herself, shaking her hips around as she pulled out of the ropes. She shook out her sweaty hair and rubbed her back for a moment before she turned furiously towards Tifa. The mouthy blonde didn’t bother with a fresh insult as Tifa was already holding her pussy in tears. Peach went running right at her and Tifa was too busy dealing with her pussy pains to stop her from leaping into a flying double knee to the brunette’s tits. Tifa’s body rocked against the ropes, her most intimate areas throbbing as she bounced down to the mats. Tifa let out a soft wail as she curled up cradling her chest, the already aching orbs absorbing the impact of her fall. The fleshy airbags helped protect her head from the worst of it, but it did nothing for her poor tits.
“You should have retired after I bear your ass last time,” Peach threatened. She grabbed Tifa by the legs and dragged her back into her corner, the brunette barely even writhing in her exhaustion as she focused on protecting her tits. She tossed a weak kick into Peach’s stomach, but that only riled her up more. Peach grabbed Tifa’s legs tighter and spread them out, crushing her still aching pussy beneath her heel. She would have rather left her high heeled boots on for the move, but this seemed to do the job just fine. Tifa screamed at the top of her lungs, thrashing and grabbing for the ropes.
“Ref! Ref! Make her stop! She’s breaking my fucking pussy over here!” Tifa wailed. She was desperate to escape and something about the hold to be illegal. The fuzzy ref just shrugged and stayed alert, but he left the women to their sadistic game.
With Tifa freshly subdued, Peach dragged her into the corner where her entrance clothes were laid outside the ring. The blonde leaned under the ropes to get her crown, setting it carefully on the mats to ensure that the points were facing upward. With a wicked grin and some fresh boos from the crowd, Peach turned back to the down and injured Tifa. She grabbed her thighs and lifted her up in the air, keeping her legs spread out to show off the brunette's bruised and sore pussy to the crowd.
"I think you're going to like my new finisher," she purred into Tifa's ear. "I call it The Throne of Thorns. Let me know what you think!" Tifa tried to wriggle free while covering her crotch, but Peach suddenly threw her hands away from her privates and dropped to the mats. Peach went into an acrobatic split, spreading her own plump thighs just before she let Tifa fall. Tifa bounced off the mats immediately, letting out an ear-piercing scream as she cradled her crotch. She had landed crotch-first on top of the points of Peach's crotch, one of which was stuck inside her pussy and following her as she waddled around the ring. The crowd moaned in sympathy pain while others applauded the sadistic move. Others tried a more rhythmic clap to try and rally behind their busty brunette good girl.
Peach laughed like it was the best joke in the world. "How pathetic! I will have to remember that for next time I entertain in the ring!" Peach blew more mocking kisses to the crowd before flexing her gloves arms, mocking Tifa's traditional victory pose. The brunette finally pulled the regal headwear from her crotch, throwing it out of the ring as she leaned into the ropes. The mighty brawler looked like a mess, dripping with sweat as her face was a mask of pain and her pussy was exposed and swollen from the beating Peach had been giving her. Peach finally moved in and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand upright.
"I should have expected as much from such a pathetic cow," Peach gloated, smacking one of Tifa's tits to send it bouncing around on her chest. "What your league needs is a proper queen. And once I'm done with you, I'm going to destroy every single member of your league. This is NES' kingdom now!" She spit into Tifa's face before pulling her head under her arm. She raised a triumphant fist to the crowd before trying to finish Tifa off with a suplex. She lifted her off the mats... but Tifa leaned back and stomped her feet back down. Peach frowned and tried again, but Tifa refused to be budged and tried to pull away. Peach just growled and slammed an elbow across Tifa's back, this time lifting her almost vertically into the air.
Tifa suddenly kicked her legs out, throwing Peach off balance and dropping Tifa back to her feet. She still held onto her headlock, but that left Tifa in her perfect position to slam Peach with a punch to the kidneys. The blonde gagged and nearly doubled over, resting her tits on the back of Tifa's head. The brunette didn't bother trying to escape as she unleashed a flurry of blows into Peach's guts, making the princess' curvy body wobble as both women were bent over in the middle of the ring. The crowd went wild for the tough Tifa's comeback, channeling all of the humiliation and pain into a burst of furious strength. Peach looked about ready to vomit by the time Tifa pulled back from her hold, letting the blonde clutch at her belly with a permanent look of shock on her face.
"I learned my lesson last time. Too bad you forgot not to play with your food," Tifa growled as her fans cheered loudly. She nailed Peach with a hook to the jaw, but as the blonde nearly staggered away she caught her by her royal locks. She jerked her back to face her, catching her head under her elbow and grabbing a handful of Peach's neatly trimmed pubic hair with her other hand. Peach gave a brief and miserable wail before Tifa used her bush as a handle to perform a perfect German suplex her over shoulders and into the mats. Peach flopped with her legs spread and her ass and pussy aiming straight up in the air, moaning limply. Bubsy ran over to slap for the pinfall, but he just got past 2 when Peach managed to throw herself to one side and fall out of the gripping suplex.
The blonde crawled on all fours, quickly heading to the ropes and clumsily trying to rise to her feet. Tifa breathed heavily as the burst of adrenaline started to fade, making her body remember the ache in her limbs and the pain in her groin and breasts.
She wiped some sweat from her stinging tits as she pulled Peach to her feet and threw her into the nearest turnbuckle. The blonde bounced as she slumped down, sitting in the corner with a dazed look on her face. She saw Tifa's charging at her just before she took a running knee to the face, knocking the royal silly as her head lolled and rested on the middle rope. Tifa grabbed one of the ropes for balance and started stomping Peach into the corner, hammering her breasts and stomach with her heavy foot. Peach started to shriek and curled up, trying to protect her midsection as her winning momentum was completely cut off.
It was half luck that she managed to catch Tifa by her ankle. The brunette brawler tried to pull it free, but Peach's usual dirty tactics meant that she was much quicker to strategize than the Final Fantasy heroine. Peach rolled under the ropes and swung Tifa's leg by the foot, smashing her shin into the metal ring post. Tifa howled and fell to one knee, clutching her injured leg tightly enough that the fans worried if it might be broken. Peach didn't care in the slightest as she rolled back into the ring, capitalizing on Tifa's stunning agony. She took a few paces back and sprinted in again, turning to slam her plump ass into Tifa's head and bury it between her cheeks and the turnbuckle. Tifa groaned and pawed at her meaty ass, trying to push her away as Peach added insult to injury by grinding her booty over Tifa's face.
"Had enough? Why don't you just kiss my royal ass like the peasant you are and submit already?" Peach growled. Tifa gave a protesting groan, but Peach just stomped on her injured leg. Tifa let out a miserable howl that made Peach think she just might have her rival beat. Tifa groped at Peach's thighs, but rather than tapping out, she grabbed onto them tightly. Peach gasped as Tifa slid her face free from her smothering ass, dipping her head between her legs. She stood up and supported both hers and Peach's weight as she carried the princess on her shoulders, though the look on her face showed she was gritting her teeth to bear with the agony of carrying so much with an injured leg.
"I ain't done yet, bitch!" Tifa snarled through her clenched teeth.
"You stupid little ogre! Put me down!" Peach demanded. She pulled on Tifa's hair and flexed her legs together, trying to finish the struggling Tifa with a head scissor. The brunette suddenly leaned backward, smashing Peach's lower back against the top turnbuckle. Peach yowled in pain, clutching her back as Tifa lifted her up higher and dropped her right behind her. Peach cried out as her tailbone slammed against the metal post, leaving her propped up with her pale legs spread and hooked on the ropes.
"You weren't the only one saving a special move for this match," Tifa panted, clearly favoring one leg as she turned to face down Peach. "Let's see if you can take my Dolphin Blow!"
"The only thing you blow is the ref to stay on this pathetic league!" Peach griped, but she couldn't get her legs untangled from the ropes to get down. Tifa ignored her insults and punched her squarely in her pussy, left at perfect eye level like a pink, fleshy punching bag. Peach gave a husky moan of pain as the crowd cheered on Tifa's payback with some groin punishment of her own. Tifa sniffed and huffed as she bobbed and weaved, slamming Peach's pussy with blow after blow. The blonde was soon howling and crying in pain, trying to cover her snatch just for Tifa's capable fists to smack them aside to snake around them to get at her tender target. The boxing barrage was soon coming faster than Peach could scream, leaving her twitching on the corner post like some busty blonde scarecrow. Tifa's punches were soon accompanied by some wet splatting sounds as Peach's pussy became unwillingly aroused by the rough treatment, reacting as if she was being swiftly fisted rather than beaten up. When Peach was drooling and sweating and leaking buckets, Tifa reared her fist back and swung one gigantic uppercut, ensuring that her slow and mighty blow crushed right into Peach's swollen clitoris.
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Peach howled, flailing as she fell over backward. She looked like she was going to fall out of the ring, but her tangled legs stayed caught on the ropes. Her back arched awkwardly as she dangled, her eyes rolling back from the pain that had left her completely unconscious. Her body still reacted on instinct, and her raised and spread pussy squirted a thick mess of cum into the air from her hanging position. With her body dangling and hips up in the air orgasming like crazy, it did look a bit like a dolphin's blowhole.
Bubsy came over to check but it didn't take long to see that Peach had been beat and fucked unconscious. He signaled to the booth and a bell was rang as he climbed up the ropes, standing next to Peach's bruised and naked body as he took Tifa's hand and raised it overhead. "We have a winnah! Here she is: Tifaaaa Lockheaaaart!"
The crowd went berserk, cheering and chanting and clapping as Tifa gave an exhausted laugh. She fell to her knees, not so much from the rush of emotions as the absolute exhaustion coursing through her body. Knowing Peach was out, she just wanted to go pass out for a week. She managed to wearily raise her fist and flex one of her arms, though the muscles didn't bulge quite as hard with the absolute lack of energy behind it. The crowd still roared for the close and sexy match up, Tifa just smiling wearily as she slumped out of the ring and let Peach hang like a mounted hunting trophy until the crew could get her off the ropes.
Even once she had rested and cleaned up, Tifa was proud of the match but not content. Peach was in a similar mood, both thinking the same thing. Tifa had taken the latest victory, but that left them tied at one win each. A tiebreaker rematch was still in order.
