The Ninja (Lifetime 14-2) vs Da Bomb (Lifetime 0-1)

The Ninja gives up three inches and forty-three pounds to Da Bomb. She walks onto the mat polished. Hungry. She has never looked sharper. Last season she stumbled around the ring, but now every motion is sharp and she keeps her focus on the belt. Da Bomb got her feet wet against the Dragon, picked up some experience, yet the gap in size still shows when the ref calls time. The fight starts fast. The Ninja shoots in low, Da Bomb spreads her legs to stay upright, but the smaller woman drives through and trips her down. They hit the mat hard. Da Bomb tries to roll, but the Ninja already has her legs locked around one thigh, squeezing. Sweat beads across Da Bomb’s heavy tits, nipples pressed flat to the canvas. The Ninja slides up, hooks an arm under Da Bomb’s chin, and grinds her hips into the bigger woman’s ass. Da Bomb bucks, but the Ninja stays glued, breathing hot against her neck. Every roll gives the crowd another view of pale skin against dark, thick thighs wrapped around a writhing waist. Da Bomb gets to her knees, the Ninja underneath, and the bigger woman tries to drop back and crush her. Instead the Ninja threads one leg between Da Bomb’s, finds the opening, and sinks two fingers straight into her ass. Da Bomb gasps. The Ninja works the fingers deeper, knuckles flexing, never losing her grip on Da Bomb’s throat. Da Bomb’s cunt is wet and open, but the Ninja ignores it, driving into that tight ring until Da Bomb’s arms shake and she finally taps. The ref calls it. The Ninja stands, chest heaving, eyes locked on the belt. Da Bomb stays on all fours, breathing hard, sweat running down the curve of her ass.