Story by Amateur

Featuring:

Hiromi Oshima

(Playmate of the Month – June 2004)

Born: June 1st 1980, Tokyo, Japan

Height: 5’4”; Weight: 108 lbs.; 34C-22 ½-34

vs.

Kristi Cline

(Playmate of the Month – September 1999)

Born: April 5th, 1980, Lubbock, Texas, USA

Height: 5’8”; Weight: 114 lbs.; 34C-24-33

The mutual animosity between Hiromi and Kristi was something that did not take too long to develop. Like many other Playmates, Miss September 1999 had chosen to stay affiliated with the Mansion even after that contract had expired and had continued to be actively involved with the franchise, doing numerous videos and shoots and attending various events. Thus she had still been there when Hiromi had appeared on the scene.

On Kristi’s side, it had been pretty much a case of loathe at first sight. The second she laid eyes on Hiromi, she instantly knew that here was someone she could – and would – hate passionately. Her dislike was almost a gut reaction. Fiercely patriotic, the willowy Texan had always taken exception to what she perceived as an invasion of her homeland and what others euphemized as immigration. As far as Kristi was concerned, Hiromi was merely part of the invading force and as such was only to be detested and despised. And what especially ticked Kristi’s off the fact that the Japanese girl had chosen Playboy as her landing site. Not that she did not have what it takes; it was just that Kristi believed that America had more than enough home grown “talent” in that area already and did not need any foreign bitches muscling in. In Kristi’s view this was not just an attack on America in general, but on American Womanhood in particular and as part of said Womanhood, she was riled up. So Kristi resented Hiromi and that resentment grew at a rate matched only by the latter’s popularity which culminated in the sexy Asian being named Playmate of the Month for June 2004.

Up until that point Hiromi had been too busy navigating through the Playboy ranks to even bother to deal with the Texan beauty’s thinly veiled animosity. However, once she had landed the PMOM spot– a first ever for a Japanese girl – she had suddenly become aware of the fact that she was getting increasingly vexed by Kristi’s hostile attitude which had become quite obvious. Initially, she had tried to ignore it, showing the restraint customary for her culture. Soon, though, it was clear that no amount of self-control could withstand the blonde’s persistent verbal assault as Kristi was now speaking freely and at length, sharing her opinion of the “little Japanese bitch” with anyone who wanted it (and some who did not). Showing that she is no less a woman than Kristi and possessed a good deal of cattiness – upbringing, tradition and all – Hiromi too began to talk and she always made sure she had an audience to address. The subject was pretty much the same every time with only slight variations in the adjectives used. She simply dismissed the other girl as a potential factor of any kind. She was the “It” girl right now, Hiromi insisted. A Playmate with a current contract, she was more popular, better-looking and all in all superior to Kristi in every way and she was not at all concerned with some washed-up unknown whom nobody has ever heard of in at least a hundred years, she claimed.

And so it went with no signs of abating from either side. The words used got sharper, more personal, clearly meant to offend and meeting their objective perfectly. Both girls had tempers on them and those were soon flaring. Kristi had absolutely no intention of letting herself be talked down to by some foreign slut in her own country and she showed this by becoming downright aggressive in her behavior towards the Japanese. Hiromi responded in kind, her own blood also having reached boiling point. She had not left her native Tokyo and come all this way to take crap from some American whore.

All this made the clash inevitable and there were several occasions when words had proven insufficient to express the two girl’s feelings towards one another and they had actually come to blows. Those spats had always been broken up by onlookers before any serious damage could be done, but this did nothing to improve the situation. Quite the opposite. The conflict between the two was deepening and what was worse – it was broadening, with other Playmates getting involved and taking sides. Some of the more partisan girls were getting behind Kristi and picking up her “America to Americans” battle cry, which of course resulted in a large part of Playboy’s “foreign contingent” getting their feathers ruffled and standing with Hiromi. Which in turn led to more and more barbs flying around and more and more fights breaking out all over the place.

The point of no return was reached in mid-2004, during the shooting of the 2005 Playmates at Play swimsuit calendar, when the spate of violence had become so bad and widespread that it was a minor miracle the shoot was ever completed. With the bevy of warring beauties putting the Mansion’s idyllic atmosphere decidedly under threat, Hef was aware that something had to be done and being the good sport and a proper gentlemen that he was, he came up with a Solomonic solution. Girls will be girls, he reasoned correctly, and they wanted to have their fun just like everyone else. And if that fun included a bit of good ol’ scrappin’, well, that just meant that soon there would be plenty of fun to go around. Who said you can’t please everybody?

To set up an arena had been a matter of minutes; all that was needed was to place a couple of mats on a grass area in the back yard. Finding potential fighters had proven just as easy and almost as quick. Since practically everyone at the Mansion was aware of the fact that nationality had been at the root of the problem it did not take very long before an international tournament was proposed. The idea was for a number of American Playmates to take on the same number of their foreign counterparts in a series of one-on-one battles that would put the superiority issue to rest once and for all. With national pride on the line and with the added bonus of a chance to settle some personal scores, there hardly was a Playmate – past or present – who was not willing to participate. In the end, though, it was decided that sixteen fights would be enough to determine a winning and a losing side and so, after a fair deal of internal squabbling, each team selected sixteen girls to represent it. Well, seventeen, actually, as both the American and the International sides had a pair of twins among them which were to battle it out together in what would count as a single fight.

The rules of the competition were simple. There weren’t any. Wearing bikinis in their respective national colors, the girls would collide in one-on-one, no-holds-barred action with no referee or time limits. A fight would only be stopped if a girl had clearly suffered – or is about to suffer – some serious damage. Otherwise it would be over only when… it was over. The winner would claim her opponent’s bikini as a trophy as well as the bragging rights that went with the victory. The loser would be left only with the pain and the shame, plus she would have to relinquish her Mansion privileges for a month and become part of the staff, and more specifically – a servant to her conqueror.

Using a combination of personal requests and haphazard draws, the mix of Playmates of all ages, shapes and sizes was divided into individual match-ups with the list running as follows:

Carol and Darlene Bernaola (PMOM January 2000) (August 27, 1976, Los Angeles, California, USA) (5’7”, 111 lbs. (32C-23-34)) vs. Deisi and Sarah Teles (PMOM December 2003) (May 16, 1983, Mucum, Brazil; 5’ 7 ½”; 120 lb; (36C - 25 - 36))

Julie Lynn Cialini (PMOM February 1994, PMOY 1995) (November 14, 1970, Rochester, New York, USA) (5’11”,126 lbs. (35B-24-35) vs. Victoria Nika Zdrok (PMOM October 1994) (March 3, 1973, Kiev, Ukraine) (5’ 9”; 120 lbs. (36C-23-34))

Miriam Gonzalez (PMOM March 2001) (July 8, 1977, Queens, New York, USA) (5’4”, 112 lbs. (34DDD-25-35 ½)) vs. Karin Katherine Taylor ) (PMOM June 1996) (November 28, 1971, Kingston, Jamaica) (5’9”, 123 lbs. (34-23 ½ -34))

Carmella DeCesare (PMOM April 2003, PMOY 2004) (July 1, 1982, Avon Lake, Ohio, USA) (5’8”, 130 lbs. (34B-24-34)) vs. Irina Voronina (PMOM January 2001) (December 19, 1977, Dzerzhinsk, Russia) )5’9½”, 120lbs. (35C-24 ½ -36))

Serria Tawan (PMOM November 2002) (September 4, 1978, Chicago, Illinois, USA) (5’8”, 130 lbs (34B/C-25-34)) vs. Samantha Torres (PMOM December 1995) (October 6, 1973, Ibiza, Spain) (5’9”, 120 lbs. (34C-24-24))

Karen McDougal (PMOM December 1997, PMOY 1998) (March 23, 1971, Merrillville, Indiana, USA) (5’8”, 125 lbs. (34C-24-34)) vs. Karen Victoria Silvstedt (PMOM December 1996, PMOY 1997) (September19, 1974, Skelleftea, Sweden) (5’10 ½”, 140 lbs. (36C-25-37))

Lauren Michelle Hill (PMOM February 2001) (June 27, 1979, Columbia, South Carolina) (5’6”, 100 lbs. (34A/B-21-33)) vs. Marketa Janska (PMOM July 2003) (May 24, 1981, Most, Czech Republic) (5’7”, 115 lbs. (34C-24-34))

Jennifer Walcott (PMOM August 2001) (May 8, 1977, Youngstown, Ohio) (5’3”, 105 lbs. (32C-24-32)) vs. Inga Drozdova (PMOM November 1997) (December 14, 1975, Latvia) (5’8”, 120lbs. (36C-24-36))

Heather Kozar (PMOM January 1998, PMOY 1999) (May 4, 1976, Acron, Ohio, USA) (5’8”, 117 lbs. (34D-24-35)) vs. Jodi Ann Paterson (PMOM October 1999, PMOY 2000) (July 31, 1975, Balikpapan, Indonesia) (5’5”, 112lbs. (32D-23-34 ½))

Lisa Dergan (PMOM July 1998) (August 10, 1970, Corpus Christi, Texas, USA) (5’8 ½”, 120 lbs. (34C-24-34)) vs. Maria Checa (PMOM August 1994) (July 29, 1970, Bogotá, Colombia) (5’2”, 95 lbs. (32C-23-33))

Kristi Cline (PMOM September 1999) (April 5, 1980, Lubbock, Texas, USA) (5’8”, 114 lbs. (34C-24-33)) vs. Hiromi Oshima (PMOM June 2004) (January 6, 1980; Tokyo, Japan) (5’4”, 108 lbs. (34C-22-34))

Deanna Brooks (PMOM May 1998) (April 30, 1974, Boulder City, Nevada, USA) (5’4 ½”, 107 lbs. (36C-24-35)) vs. Anna-Marie Goddard (PMOM January 1994) (January 13, 1970, Ysbrechtum, The Netherlands) (5’9”, 124 lbs. (36C-24-35))

Kimberly Spicer (PMOM June 1999) (January 17, 1980, Detroit, Michigan, USA) (5’6”, 117 lbs. (36C-24-34)) vs. Cara Wakelin (PMOM November 1999) (February 8, 1977, Melbourne, Australia) (5’5”, 113 lbs. (34C-24-35))

Rebecca Scott (PMOM August 1999) (September 27, 1972, Kenosha, Wisconsin, USA) (5’8”, 140 lbs. (38D-28-38)) vs. Maria Luisa Gil (PMOM June 1998) (December 16, 1977, Cuba) (5’8 ½”, 125 lbs. (34-24-34))

Divini Rae (PMOM November 2003) (July 31, 1977, Fairbanks, Alaska, USA) (5’8”, 126 lbs. (36C-24-36)) vs. Krista Kelly (PMOM April 2004) (June 18, 1977' Toronto, Canada) (5’10”, 127 lbs (34C-25-35))

Sandra Hubby (PMOM March 2004) (November 23, 1978, Norton, Ohio, USA) (5’4”, 103 lbs. (34C-22-34)) vs. Luci Victoria (PMOM September 2003) (2 February 1982, Sheffield, England, UK) (5’10”, 130 lbs. (34D-25-35))

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The two teams were sitting on opposite sides of the mats with the girls glaring at each other across the battlefield, jibes and taunts flying back and forth. The remaining two sides of the square were lined with the select few lucky enough to be able to see the action – a mix consisting mainly of other Playmates and Mansion guests and VIP’s. In front of each team was a row of sixteen poles driven into the ground on which the victorious Playmates to display their trophies – the defeated opponent’s garb. The action was already well under way and the few national flags in the shape of bikini tops hanging from the polls, fluttering lazily in the light breeze, told the story.

The US team had gotten off to a good start. The opening fight had been the two sets of twins, Bernaola and Teles. It had been decided that they would battle it out simultaneously, two-on-two, and in the event of one twin from each pair winning, the two winners would then face each other for the overall victory. It had never gotten to any eventualities, though. It had been a close fight, but in the end the Bernaolas had won decisively over their Brazilian counterparts with Carol putting down Deisi Teles with a Schoolgirl pin and Darlene doing the same to Sarah to give the US team a 1 – 0 lead.

Next had come the clash which many thought had been years in the making. Playboy veterans Julie Lynn Cialini and Victoria Zdrok had been at each other’s throats from the very moment the former had been named as the 1995 Playmate of the Year. Bitterly disappointed and utterly convinced that this particular honor should have gone to her, Victoria had ever since claimed that she would have been chosen over Julie had it not being for certain “false rumors” a certain someone had spread about her. Julie for her part had not taken too kindly to the obvious slight in the Ukrainian beauty’s allegations, and the two had had a number of run-ins. And things had definitely not been helped when Victoria had committed the most heinous of crimes in all of Playboy Land by crossing over to Penthouse and becoming a Pet of the Year to boot. So it was no surprise that when offered the chance to finally have a proper go at her long-time rival, neither woman had though about it too long. To Dr. Zdrok this had been the opportunity to finally prove her superiority over the woman whom she felt had unjustly taken that PMOY title away from her. Julie for her part had seen this as the right time to show that not only was she better than her foreign foe and therefore deservedly preferred over the latter, but also to punish the traitor who had dared to side with the enemy from Penthouse. With so much history between the two opponents and with the stakes so high, the battle had truly been a hellacious one with both women going at it hammer and tongs. Tearing into each other with near insane fury from the start, they had fought long and they had fought hard, with the momentum constantly swinging from one woman to the other. In the end, though, both having had their chances to win it, it had been Julie who had prevailed, finally overwhelming her nemesis and battering the Ukrainian woman into a tearful submission – B.A., J.D., Ph. D. and all. 2 – 0 Team USA.

The next fight had been a top-heavy collision between New Yorker Miriam Gonzalez and Jamaican Karin Taylor. The two busty beauties had battled fiercely, each targeting (to nobody’s great surprise) the other’s bountiful chest. Ultimately, Miriam had proven better equipped for this kind of fight and had managed to get a submission from her opponent with a double Breast-Claw. Not satisfied with merely making Karen concede, Miriam had then knocked the Caribbean babe out with a Breast-Smother, putting the US team firmly in the driving seat with its third straight win.

The fourth clash had seen newly-crowned Playmate of the Year, Carmella DeCesare take on Irina Voronina in a bid to settle the feud which had started during the shooting of the “Playmates at Play” calendar. Beforehand, most had seen the fight as a mere formality, given Carmella’s though girl reputation and well documented and publicized brawling history. Much to their (and to Carmella’s) surprise, though, Irina had proven a worthy foe, and had fought the Ohio beauty all the way, giving as good as she had gotten. With neither combatant willing to give an inch, the fight had dragged on and turned into a war of attrition which had stretched both women well beyond their limits. It had been during these long minutes that Carmella’s major weakness had been exposed. Unable to dispose of her opponent quickly, the fiery brunette had not fared too well in the long run and had tired out at a rate much faster than her foe. All those who had already been seeing a 4 – 0 US lead had been dismayed as Irina had steadily overwhelmed their favorite, who at that point had clearly lacked an answer to the blonde’s stamina. Finally, the willowy Russian had wrapped herself around her American foe, ensnaring her in a crushing Body-Scissors and then plastering her slick, luscious breasts all over Carmella’s face for a Smother. The trapped, hurt brunette had struggled gamely, but had been too worn-out to escape and had ultimately succumbed to the blonde’s devastating dual hold to give the foreign Playmates their first victory.

However, any hopes of a surge by the international team had been dashed with the very next match between Serria Tawan and Spaniard Samantha Torres. Although the blonde had put up a terrific fight she had eventually run out of steam, unable to keep up pace with the younger American. She had ended up flat on her back, utterly spent, and had eventually submitted after a lengthy Facesitting session by the dark-skinned beauty.

Then it had come the turn of the two team captains, Karen McDougal and Victoria Silvsted, to face each other. This fight had been scheduled to be the last one in the series, but with her team already four to one down, Victoria had demanded the change in an attempt to reign in the rampant US squad and give the score line at least some measure of respectability as well as boost the morale of her own teammates. The battle had proven to be fast and furious and easily the longest one of those that had taken place so far, perhaps save for the Carmella DeCesare/Irina Vorinina clash. Victoria’s size and weight advantage had been perfectly counterbalanced by Karen’s fitness and agility as the two Playmates of the Year had pounded each other mercilessly. At the end of the day, it had been fitness and agility that had prevailed as Karen had finally forced the big Swedish woman to submit with a brutal Camel Clutch which had nearly broken Victoria’s back.

With the US now leading 5 to 1, Lauren Michelle Hill and Marketa Janska had taken to the mat. Even though the Czech girl outweighed her opponent, everyone had been convinced Lauren would win – so dominant had been the US team’s performance so far. This time though, size clearly had mattered as Marketa had overwhelmed the smaller brunette, despite the American girl’s fierce resistance. 5 – 2 USA.

Another surprised had followed with Latvian Inga Drozdova defeating fitness buff Jennifer Walcott after a prolonged struggle and bringing the score to 5 – 3.

The Americans’ lead had then been cut further as Indonesian-born Jodi Ann Paterson had won over Heather Kozar in another all-PMOY affair, Grapevining and Breast-Smothering the Ohio blonde into submission.

With the International team having started to claw its way back into the contest, Lisa Dergan and Maria Checa had faced each other next. In a wild brawl which had see-sawed for nearly as long as the DeCesare/Voronina and McDougal/Silvstedt fights, Lisa had finally subdued her Colombian foe and made her submit by simply sitting on top of her and bitch-slapping her till she could take no more.

Six to four to the USA. Six bikini tops printed in different national colors – Brazilian, Ukrainian, Jamaican, Spanish, Swedish and Colombian – were on the poles in front of the American Playmates. Four tops in various Stars and Stripes designs flapped in the wind in front of the International team. The ten humiliated former owners of said tops were now walking bare-breasted among the spectators, serving drinks. After a brief pause in the action, it was now finally time for the long-awaited clash between the two girls who had started it all.

Hiromi Oshima and Kristi Cline stepped out onto the mats and faced each other, both looking very edgy and nervous, but at the same time grimly determined. Fighting for themselves as well as for their respective countries, victory in this one was extremely important to both of them and each had every intention to get it. Each of them had already been in a few fights and seen many more and each thought that this, combined with her natural instincts, would prove enough. Looking at the competition, each girl liked her chances.

For a few seconds the two young women just stood there, their bodies tense and their hearts racing, while around them teammates and spectators either shouted encouragement or simply urged them to get on with it.

Then suddenly Hiromi lunged forward trying to get a hold of Kristi, but was met by a straight punch to the face, which forced her to step back. She almost immediately charged again, and this time managed to wrap her arms around the American girl and take her down. She succeeded in getting on top of the blonde, but did not stay there for long – Kristi picked up her long, sexy legs and used them to kick the other girl off of her. Hiromi attacked again and got hold of Kristi’s hair, pulling with all her strength. Still down on her back, Kristi squealed and punched her opponent in the face – one, two, three times. Hiromi let go and backed off, allowing Kristi the space to rise up and attack her. Rolling back and forth on the mats in a snarling heap, the two Playmates slapped, clawed and bit each other furiously, each doing whatever she could to pin her foe underneath her. With neither girl being able to get the upper hand, they finally separated and got to their feet to face each other once more. They were a little shaken and breathing heavily, but looking none the worse for wear save for both of them having lost their bikini tops in the scuffle.

Although still quite tense, Kristi now felt a little more confident than she had been before the start of the fight. Up until now, she had feared that, being Japanese, Hiromi would have some martial arts training. Now, after the opening exchanges, she knew that it was not so and this made her feel a lot better. At least now she knew that it would be a straight fight, woman to woman, no gimmicks, and she believed that she had what it takes to win. She worked out regularly, swam and ran a lot and as a result was in excellent shape.

But then again, so was Hiromi. The Japanese girl (who had in fact practiced some karate as a child, although nowhere near enough to be of any use to her now) visited the gym just as frequently as Kristi did and was very active physically in a number of different ways in order to keep fit. The dancing lessons she had been taking since the age of twelve, had given her good coordination and a great sense of balance, which she herself thought would be key to emerging victorious from this battle.

“C’mon, bitch,” Kristi taunted after a few moments of tense waiting on both sides. “Why are you just standin’ there? I thought you wanted to fight me!”

Instead of answering Hiromi sprang forward, arms stretched, hands groping for a hold. Kristi hit her in the face, but could not stop her; Hiromi grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and began yanking to and fro. Kristi groaned and in turn got hold of her opponent’s long, flowing locks, pulling as hard as she could. The two staggered around the room for a while, each trying to inflict as much damage as possible to the other’s scalp and each unwilling to be the first to let go. Getting tired of – and hurt by – the hair pulling contest, which seemed to be at a stalemate anyway, Kristi decided to put an end to it and drove her right knee into Hiromi’s flat, firm belly.

The air exploded out of Hiromi’s lungs and through her mouth in one big burst, but she did not let go of Kristi’s hair and suddenly pushed forward, at the same time tripping the American girl. Kristi landed flat on her back with Hiromi on top of her. Hiromi tried to raise herself up and straddle her foe, but the blonde still held on to the Asian girl’s hair and now she pulled sharply to one side, at the same time rolling over quickly and getting on top of Hiromi.

“Bitch!” Kristi said, straightening up and sitting on Hiromi’s chest.

Baring her white, even teeth in a savage snarl, the American began hitting her pinned rival in the face with both hands. The strong, athletic Tokyo native was not about to go down that easy, though. She bucked and twisted with all her might for a few seconds and finally managed to unseat the blonde, forcing her to roll to one side.

The two girls got up on their knees and flew at each other. Hiromi ducked under Kristi’s groping hands and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s body, taking her down to the mat. Before Kristi could respond, the Asian shifted her position trapping the American in a Headlock. Groaning, Kristi began to squirm back and forth in an attempt to free herself, but Hiromi held on tight, putting as much pressure on her foe’s head as she could. The blonde groaned even louder and, seeing that she was unable to free herself by merely using her strength, she decided to use different tactics. Grabbing hold of the back of Hiromi’s bikini bottoms, she yanked up, as hard as she could. The thong cut painfully into Hiromi’s tender crotch which caused the Japanese girl to momentarily loosen her hold and Kristi was finally able to wriggle out of the Headlock. Once free, Kristi did not let go of her opponent’s sole remaining garment, but started pulling even harder. The Asian beauty growled and, ignoring the pain, spun around, getting hold of Kristi’s thong and responding in kind by pulling it with all her strength. Kristi did not enjoy the “wedgie” at all and let out a loud shriek of pain, but despite that she continued tugging away at Hiromi’s thong.

Both thongs gave at the exact same moment with loud rending sounds and the two girls, both completely naked now, separated and climbed to their feet, each holding her opponent’s torn garb in her hand. Tossing the now useless thongs aside with disdain, they took a few moments to regroup, staring at each other hatefully as they struggled to catch their breath.

“I’ll make you hurt for this, you fuckin’ bitch!” Kristi snarled and, turning her words into actions, she leapt towards the Japanese girl and latched onto her hair with both hands. Hiromi responded by also grabbing two handfuls of her opponent’s golden locks and for a few seconds the two rivals staggered back and forth pulling each other’s hair and kicking at each other’s shins.

Little by little, Hiromi succeeded in forcing the taller American backwards, pushing her towards the edge of the mat, while continuing to pull her hair. Kristi tried to knee Hiromi in the crotch, but the Asian avoided the blow by twisting her body sideways and then quickly rammed her own knee into Kristi’s belly. The blonde groaned in pain and doubled over, which allowed Hiromi to knee her again – this time in the face. The Japanese girl then pulled her rival sideways by the hair and tripped her, sending her crashing to the ground.

As Kristi hit the deck Hiromi attempted to stomp on her, but the blonde quickly reached out, grabbed Hiromi’s supporting ankle and yanked, bringing the Asian down.

“Goddam’ slut!!” Kristi yelled and pounced on her foe.

The two rolled over and over, pulling hair and slapping and clawing, until Hiromi was finally able to get on top of the blonde and stay there, grabbing Kristi’s wrists and pinning them to the mat. Groaning, the trapped American beauty squirmed back and forth, arching her back and kicking out her long legs in attempts to free herself. All of this seemed to make little impression on Hiromi, who stayed right where she was, her taut, shapely body appearing to hold down Kristi’s lissome frame down without too much trouble.

Feeling in total control, the sexy Asian now decided that a little humiliation would do her haughty rival some good. She raised her upper body up and shook her shoulders back and forth, her luscious, glistening breasts swinging to and fro, slapping the pinned American in the face. Kristi screamed in frustrated fury and writhed wildly, but could not free herself and was forced to suffer more discomfort and embarrassment as Hiromi now dropped the heavy, sweat-coated orbs right on her face. With the Japanese girl’s slick, supple, tan flesh being mashed all over her visage, Kristi could not breathe and struggled desperately to avoid being Breast-Smothered into defeat. Somehow, she managed to get one hand free and instantly raked her claws across Hiromi’s face, going for the eyes. The Japanese jerked backwards to protect her eyes and that allowed Kristi to buck her opponent off and then rise up on her knees and get on top of the Asian. She did not stay there for long, though.

Grabbing Kristi’s hair with both hands, Hiromi yanked mightily to one side and at the same time rolled over, getting once more on top of the blonde. She then got Kristi in a Headlock again and turned on the pressure, causing the American to groan in pain. Kristi squirmed back and forth for a few seconds without achieving anything and then, just like she had done the previous time she had been trapped in that hold, she went for her opponent’s nether regions. This time there was no thong to get a hold of and pull, but in a way, this was even better for Kristi who now dug her claws into Hiromi’s exposed sex. Just like before, the pain caused the Asian to loosen her grip allowing Kristi to break free. Getting up on her knees, the blonde rolled Hiromi onto her back and straddled her, both hands going for the Japanese’s throat. Hiromi reacted quickly and managed to catch her opponent’s wrists before the grasping fingers had reached her throat. She then pushed Kristi’s hands away and, bucking wildly, managed to throw the American girl off of her.

They both got up on their knees at the same moment and collided, locking their fingers together and straining their toned, sexy bodies to the limit in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Within a few seconds, the taller, slimmer Kristi was forced backwards so that she was almost sitting on her own heels. Hiromi pressed on her advantage, bending her opponent’s fingers and wrists and leaning forward into the dominant position, getting most of her upper body weight on top of the American girl and forcing the latter even further back as their firm, supple breasts mashed together, erect nipple to erect nipple.

Seeing that she was losing the test of strength, Kristi wrenched her right hand free from Hiromi’s left and punched the Japanese girl in the face sending her reeling back.

“Fuckin’ cunt!” Kristi panted and went forward, pushing Hiromi onto her back on the mat and grabbing her by the throat with both hands.

But Hiromi refused to stay down. She seized her opponent’s wrists and, making a supreme effort, managed to push Kristi’s hands away. Then, raising one shapely leg high in the air, the Oriental girl drove the sole of her bare foot in Kristi’s face, sending the American crashing onto her back. Moving quickly, Hiromi rose up on her knees and tried to get on top of her foe, but Kristi managed to pick up her legs just in time and kick the Asian away.

The two girls got up and faced each other, panting and gasping, their lithe, naked bodies glistening with sweat.

Once again, it was Hiromi who attacked first with a sudden leap forward. Kristi jumped sideways avoiding a lock up and at the same time punching her opponent in the head. Undeterred, Hiromi went after the blonde again, but Kristi again moved swiftly to one side and again punched the Asian in the head, drawing loud cheers from her American teammates.

The reason for Kristi’s reluctance to close in with her opponent was simple. From the fighting so far, it had become clear to all that Kristi’s six-pound weight advantage over Hiromi did the blonde no good whatsoever when it came down to getting in close and grappling, as the shorter, more compactly-built Japanese girl had proven to be physically stronger than the tall, lissome American. Not a lot, but stronger nonetheless. That had made Kristi change tactics. Being four inches taller than Hiromi, she had decided to use her reach advantage to pummel the Asian from a distance, hoping not so much to knock her out (she realized she lacked the power needed for this), but rather to weaken her enough to be able to overcome her in close combat.

“C’mon, bitch!” Kristi said, stretching out her arm and beckoning Hiromi with her fingers: “Is that all you got?”

The Japanese girl charged again and this time Kristi could not get out of the way quickly enough. Despite taking a punch to the face, Hiromi managed to get hold of Kristi’s hair and pulled the American towards her, kneeing her in the belly. Kristi groaned and dropped to her knees but quickly grabbed Hiromi’s ankles and yanked, causing the Japanese to crash full length to the ground. The blonde then tried to straddle her prostrate foe, but Hiromi picked up her knees and straightened her legs, the soles of both feet slamming into Kristi’s chest and sending the blonde flying backwards and sprawling onto the mat.

They rose to their knees simultaneously and tore into each other like angry cats, slapping and pulling hair.

“I’ll rip your tits off, you fuckin’ slut!!” Kristi yelled, suddenly too enraged to care about whether Hiromi was stronger than her or not, and completely abandoning her plan to stay away from the Japanese girl and fight from a distance.

Grabbing both of Hiromi’s full, firm breasts the tall, sexy Texas native began squeezing and twisting, her sharp claws digging deep into the tender orbs. The Asian beauty responded in kind, grasping Kristi’s breasts and sinking her talons into them, mangling the supple flesh.

After a few pain-filled seconds it became evident that Kristi was getting the short end of the stick in the mutual mauling. She was hurting really badly and she was groaning and squealing all the time, shaking her head and grimacing in pain. And what was worse – she felt that her own efforts at hurting her opponent were wasted. No matter how hard she squeezed, or pulled, or twisted Hiromi’s tits, the Japanese girl would not even emit a groan; she took it all in silence, just breathing heavily, her beautiful Oriental face completely expressionless as she looked into the eyes of her suffering foe while mercilessly crushing the American’s firm, shapely breasts in her small hands.

Sensing that she was losing, Kristi tried to rally and gain some advantage by pinching Hiromi’s small, dark, rock-hard nipples between her thumbs and the inside of the second joints of her forefingers and squeezing them as hard as she could. It got her nowhere. Without even flinching, Hiromi responded by applying the same grip on Kristi’s pink, fully erect nipples, squeezing them with all her might, and that was more than the American girl could bear. Letting out a piercing shriek, her entire breasts aflame with pain, Kristi drew back her right fist and drove it into her opponent’s face. Hiromi cried out, let go of the blonde’s nipples and fell over backwards.

Instead of pouncing on her fallen foe, however, Kristi merely got to her feet and backed away, groaning in pain and holding her ravaged, throbbing breasts in her hands. She was really sweating now, and was beginning to seriously question the wisdom of her decision to get into a fight with the Japanese Playmate. She was now even more scared than she had been at the very beginning of the fight. How was she supposed to beat a woman who was not only physically stronger than her, but was also immune to pain, it would seem?

She was not left with much time to wonder about that though, as Hiromi got up and approached slowly and deliberately, ready to continue the fight. Looking at the beautiful but completely impassive face and the cold stare in the slanted brown eyes, Kristi felt a chill running down her spine. She felt like she was being stalked by a madwoman; a complete maniac – totally merciless and hell-bent on destroying her.

Kristi was wrong in supposing that Hiromi was crazy, or indeed felt no pain. The Asian girl’s breasts did hurt just as badly as Kristi’s after the mauling received from the blonde, but, being Japanese and having been raised in a very strict, tradition-oriented society, it was imperative to her not to show any sign of pain or fear to her opponent. As far as she was concerned, Kristi had started this by slighting and insulting her repeatedly over the past months and now she felt it was a matter of honor to defeat the blonde in battle at any cost. Pain and damage to her own body were not important – victory was the only thing that counted.

But although scared, Kristi had no intention of simply lying down and allowing her foe to overcome her without a fight. As Hiromi approached, the blonde suddenly dove at her feet, tripping her and causing her to fall flat on her face.

“Gotcha!” Kristi shouted exultantly and pounced on the prone Japanese, straddling her. “How do you like that, you stupid bitch?” The blonde growled, grabbing Hiromi’s hair and yanking her head backwards as the Asian twisted and squirmed ineffectually underneath her. Obeying her first instinct, she slammed Hiromi’s head down, which was only a waste of time – the soft mat was hardly an ideal surface for inflicting damage. Kristi growled in frustration, punched her trapped foe in the neck, twice, and then pushed her face deep into the mat, leaning on the back of her head with both hands in the hope of cutting off her air supply. The Japanese girl bucked and twisted for a while, before managing to draw her knees under her body and throw herself forward with one mighty push, throwing the American off her.

Kristi hit the deck with a dull thud, letting out a loud groan on impact. She quickly rolled onto her back and tried to sit up, but was given no time; Hiromi rose up and pounced, landing right on top of the blonde, the clash driving the air out of Kristi’s lungs. The Asian beauty then straddled her winded foe and punched her in the face before grabbing her by the throat with both hands, squeezing hard – much for the delight of the foreign Playmates who voiced their approval loudly.

Gagging, her blue eyes bulging, Kristi thrashed around, trying in vain to throw the other girl off. She grasped Hiromi’s wrists in an attempt to detach the Japanese’s small, yet incredibly strong hands from her throat, but it was no good. Hiromi just sat on top of her pinned foe and continued to cruelly choke her – the Oriental girl’s beautiful face totally expressionless in sharp contrast with Kristi’s reddened, agony-distorted one as Hiromi looked straight down into the eyes of her suffering victim.

In desperation, the American girl lashed out blindly with her right hand in a last ditch effort to free herself before she was strangled. It was sheer luck more than anything else, but Kristi’s fist connected solidly with Hiromi’s chin, momentarily stunning the Japanese beauty and causing her to sway backwards, almost toppling over. With her throat released, the blonde sucked in a lungful of air and at the same time heaved upwards, throwing her foe off.

Hiromi, lying on her back, shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs. She seemed to be out of it at the moment, but Kristi herself was too weakened by the brutal choking to be able to capitalize on her opponent’s dazed state and for a few seconds the two just lay there, breathing heavily.

The Japanese girl was the first to move. She got to her feet and went straight for her rival, who saw her coming and tried to stand up. Just as Kristi was getting up, Hiromi closed in and kneed the American in the stomach. Kristi groaned and bent over, holding her belly with both hands. Hiromi grabbed her by the hair and whipped her around before driving another knee into the blonde’s flat, firm belly. Kristi groaned again, but this time managed to respond with a punch to Hiromi’s face, sending the Oriental girl staggering backwards. Hiromi was not too badly hurt, though, and came right back at Kristi with two more punches to the belly followed by another one, this time to the right breast. Groaning, the American tried to fight back with some punches of her own, but Hiromi ducked under Kristi’s swinging arms and nailed the taller girl with yet another blow to the stomach. Kristi’s mouth fell open as she gasped for air and her legs began to sag. She would have dropped to her knees but was not allowed to do so: Hiromi grabbed her by the hair with both hands and yanked, causing her to stagger towards the center of the mats and sprawl down.

Kristi was getting slaughtered and she knew it, but she still had some fight left in her. As Hiromi came at her ready to stomp her into the ground, Kristi picked up her legs and drove both feet into the Asian’s belly. Hiromi stopped as if she had run into a brick wall and bent over, covering her stomach with both hands. Kristi rose up on her knees and tackled the Oriental girl, bringing her down.

“Come here, whore!” Kristi yelled and dived on top of her prostrate foe.

Hiromi instantly picked up her legs and wrapped them around Kristi’s waist, locking her ankles and squeezing hard. At the same time she grabbed the American girl’s hair and rolled to her right so that they were now lying face to face, each girl on her side. Surprised by the suddenness of the move, Kristi squealed and tried to wriggle out of the Scissors hold but only succeeded in twisting to one side and ended up wedged sideways between her opponent’s legs with her midsection directly between the Japanese girl’s knees. Groaning with pain and effort, Kristi squirmed back and forth trying to break free, but it was no use. Developed by long workouts and dance routines, Hiromi’s legs were not only shapely and sexy, but extremely powerful as well and all that power was now concentrated into crushing Kristi’s svelte body and not allowing the blonde any escape.

Both scared and hurt, Kristi tried everything – twisting, bucking, arching her back, prizing Hiromi’s legs open with her hands, even clawing at the Japanese girl’s thighs – and achieved nothing. Hiromi’s legs felt like steel bands that seemed to tighten more and more with each passing moment, threatening to cut the blonde in half.

Meanwhile, the Oriental beauty was not sitting idly. She had both hands free and was using them to slap Kristi’s face and body and squeeze and claw the American’s naked, sweaty breasts. Kristi was screeching like a banshee and desperately trying to fight back by scratching and punching her tormentor’s body, but Hiromi ignored all of that and continued her assault, squeezing harder and harder with her legs.

Kristi was in a bad way. Her opponent’s constricting thighs made her feel like her ribcage was going to collapse at any moment, and, in addition to hurting her, the powerful Scissors Hold was making it difficult for her to breathe.

“Aaaahh...let...goooh!” The blonde groaned, squirming and twisting, her face almost crimson from pain and exertion, as well as from lack of air: “Let go!” she repeated, her small, broken voice clearly showing that she was weakening. She was already very tired from the long, hard battle and now every second she spent trapped in her opponent’s vice-like hold was draining her energy at an alarming rate.

Still, Kristi was not ready to quit, despite her desperate situation. Her pride would not let her give up and she continued to struggle and suffer even though her efforts were completely wasted. Digging all ten fingernails into Hiromi’s left thigh she yelled: “AAAARGH LET GO OF ME YOU COCKSUCKIN’ LIL’ WHORE!!!”

“Make me!” Hiromi said, speaking for the first time since the start of the fight, a little smirk on her beautiful Oriental face as she continued to torture her trapped foe, feeling confident and in complete control.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, the infuriated blonde summoned every ounce of strength she had and strained every muscle and tendon until they felt like they were going to tear apart. In a titanic effort to free herself, she twisted, squirmed, kicked and bounced up and down, her claws tearing at the Asian’s legs and body.

Unfazed, Hiromi maintained her hold, trying to put as much pressure as she could on Kristi’s midsection, but soon, to her surprise, she felt the other girl’s sweaty body beginning to slide out of her grip. She tried to tighten her hold even more, at the same time grabbing Kristi’s left breast and squeezing it as hard as she could.

But Kristi could also feel that she was escaping her opponent’s clutches and now redoubled her efforts, struggling like mad, straining every fiber of her young, svelte body in her attempts to break free from the Japanese girl’s encircling legs. Sensing that she would not be able to keep Kristi under control, Hiromi suddenly decided to change her hold from a Body Scissors to a Head Scissors and rolled onto her back pulling Kristi on top of her by the hair and at the same time opening her legs and preparing to snap them shut around her opponent’s head. Big mistake.

Screeching furiously, her blue eyes blazing, the American backed off slightly and smashed her right fist into Hiromi’s unprotected crotch, and this time, despite her incredibly high pain tolerance, the Japanese girl shrieked and doubled up, clutching at herself.

“I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ CUNT!!!” Bellowed the enraged Kristi and went for the Asian’s crotch again, pulling Hiromi’s hands away from it, and then stabbing three fingers deep into the Tokyo native’s exposed sex and clawing its delicate walls.

Hiromi let out a howl and thrashed around, her beautiful face contorted in utter agony.

“YOU LIKE THAT?” Kristi yelled: “WANT SOME MORE, BITCH?” Getting to her feet, she bent down and, grabbing her rival’s breasts, she pulled upwards, nearly lifting Hiromi clear off the ground by her tits and drawing a piercing shriek out of the Japanese girl.

Almost immediately Hiromi’s sweat-soaked breasts slipped out of Kristi’s grasp and the sexy Asian woman fell back down, where she lay moaning and holding her aching tits in her hands. Kristi snarled and stomped on her rival, her heel slamming down on Hiromi’s mound. Hiromi wailed and writhed on the mat, clutching at her crotch. She was almost paralyzed by the pain and now seemed completely out of it.

Kristi was not quite done, though. She was seething with rage and wanted to really teach her Japanese foe a lesson. She kicked Hiromi in the ribs and then hauled her up by her hair, driving blow after blow into her flat belly, spurred on by the merry shrieks from all the American Playmates. Groaning, Hiromi tried to fight back with a punch aimed at the blonde’s face, but Kristi easily avoided the weak blow and vindictively slammed her knee into the other girl’s crotch. Hiromi cried out and fell to her knees, but despite the pain she managed to gather enough will power to respond by firing her right fist up, straight between the blonde’s legs.

Taken completely by surprise, Kristi screamed and also dropped to her knees clutching at her tortured womanhood. Hiromi pushed forward, toppling the blonde over and the two began rolling around, groaning and grunting. Within only a few seconds though, it became evident that Hiromi was too weakened by the shots she had taken to her belly and crotch to be able to sustain any serious effort.

Kristi quickly took control, rolling Hiromi onto her back and getting on top of her. She worked her legs between Hiromi’s, spreading them to prevent the Japanese from rolling her over and grabbed the Asian’s wrists stretching her arms wide and pinning them to the ground. Hiromi tried to struggle by squirming and twisting back and forth but she simply did not have enough strength left to break free. Kristi had no trouble keeping her foe pinned down, merely lying on top of Hiromi and using her weight to flatten her to the mat. Hiromi was trying to bridge up and buck Kristi off, but every time the Japanese girl’s round, firm ass was lifted off the ground, the blonde would thrust her curvy hips forward, slamming the front of her pelvis against the Asian’s with brutal force, pushing the Oriental girl’s shapely derriere right back down and hurting her in the process. This was hurting Kristi herself but she was running on pure adrenalin now, and the fact that she was on top and her opponent was obviously in pain (as was evident by the latter’s groans) was helping her cope with her own pain. As were the shouts of encouragement and approval from her teammates and the sight of the obviously dismayed and dejected foreign Playmates.

There was no doubt as to who was winning the battle now. Hiromi, who under normal circumstances was physically stronger than Kristi, was exhausted and severely weakened by the punishment she had taken in the last few seconds, and at this point Kristi, although tired herself, was actually the stronger of the two. The blonde also was in the better position and she knew it.

“Your ass is mine now, bitch!” Kristi growled.

Hiromi continued to struggle, but it was hopeless. Kristi just lay on top, holding Hiromi’s wrists, keeping the latter’s arms spread wide and pinned to the ground. The two girls’ faces were almost touching and their sweaty chests mashed together; the American’s large, pink, rock-hard nipples were pressing against the Japanese’s smaller, dark ones, overwhelming them, driving them back into the full, shapely tits, thus causing further discomfort for the trapped Oriental beauty. In desperation, Hiromi bared her white, even teeth and tried to sink them in Kristi’s face, but the blonde quickly jerked her head back and then sharply thrust it forward head-butting her trapped foe. The Asian girl groaned and Kristi repeated the process. Hiromi tried to arch her back one more time, but was forced to flop down to the mat with a groan as the blonde’s mound once again slammed into hers.

After several more seconds of this, Kristi suddenly got her legs on the outside of Hiromi’s, scissoring them and forcing them to close. Hiromi struggled with everything she had, groaning and gasping in effort, but the blonde’s longer legs were clearly stronger and continued to push the Asian’s tired legs relentlessly until they were immobilized, their sweaty thighs pressed tightly together.

Trapped and completely subdued, the proud, strong Japanese beauty could only whimper in protest and despair beneath her blonde captor, making feeble and fruitless efforts to free herself.

“Who’s the better woman now, slut?” Kristi panted, lying on top of her foe, keeping her pinned securely to the ground.

The question was a purely rhetorical one. The fight, as a contest, was over now. Although Hiromi was still trying to struggle, with practically every part of the American girl’s body controlling and dominating its corresponding part on the body of the pinned Japanese girl, it was perfectly clear who was superior.

But, even though she knew she had won, Kristi had no intention of stopping. There was one more thing that she wanted to accomplish before leaving the room: She wanted to hear the bitch admit defeat.

“Had enough?” The blonde asked.

“Fuck you!” Was the Asian’s response.

“Wrong answer, cunt!” Kristi growled and, pushing herself up, she sat on Hiromi’s chest and began to slap her face with both hands.

Squirming, the pinned girl reached up and grabbed Kristi’s naked, sweat-soaked breasts squeezing them. The blonde growled and almost effortlessly pushed her tired opponent’s hands away.

“Grab my boobs, willya!” Kristi said menacingly and, pushing up, she straddled her rival’s thighs. She then slapped Hiromi’s wet belly as hard as she could and suddenly unleashed a flurry of blows to the Oriental girl’s full, firm breasts, driving her small fists into the supple flesh again and again with loud smacks, flattening the large, sweaty orbs against the ribs and causing them to rock and jiggle with each blow. Hiromi groaned in pain, but there was nothing she could do against the blonde’s vicious attack. She was now too weak to even raise her hands and protect herself and Kristi continued to punish her, pounding both breasts mercilessly.

After about half a minute Kristi stopped punching, but Hiromi’s troubles were far from over as the dominant blonde now grabbed hold of the Japanese girl’s voluptuous breasts and mauled them savagely, crushing them in her dainty hands, pulling and twisting the pliant flesh in all directions, her manicured fingernails digging deep into the soft skin. Too exhausted and battered to fight back, the sexy Tokyo native could only groan and scream in agony and tug weakly at her tormentor’s wrists in futile attempts to push Kristi’s hands away, completely powerless to stop the American’s brutal assault on her exquisite bust – an assault which threatened to entirely destroy the Asian beauty’s pride and joys.

The vicious tit torture seemed to last an eternity, and when it was finally over, the only positive thing that Hiromi could think of in regards to her breasts was that they were still attached to her body.

Surveying her handiwork with a happy gleam in her eye, the panting, sweating blonde suddenly grabbed the Hiromi’s shoulder and rolled her over onto her belly. Panting harshly, Kristi pinned the sexy Japanese girl to the mat by driving a knee into the small of her back and quickly twisted her left arm behind her back in a Hammerlock. At the same time she got hold of Hiromi’s hair with her free hand and yanked her head backwards.

“You give up, bitch?” Asked the blonde as Hiromi let out a loud groan.

“NO!” Hiromi yelled struggling weakly and to no avail.

“Yes, you do, slut! Say it!” Kristi growled, twisting her pinned opponent’s arm further and further. Hiromi’s shrieks reverberated around the grounds of the Mansion and were so loud that Kristi began to worry for the safety of her own eardrums. She pushed Hiromi’s face deep into the mat, muffling the Japanese girl’s screams and twisted her arm even more, enjoying the feeling of the writhing, struggling body underneath.

A few seconds later the blonde pulled Hiromi’s head back, lifting her face from the mat, but continued to twist her arm even harder. This proved to be more than Hiromi could bear and she screamed her submission, but the pain in her elbow and shoulder was so intense that it was virtually driving her out of her mind and, forgetting for a moment where she was, she was speaking in her native language. Kristi, who did not know what Hiromi was saying, simply continued to cruelly twist her hapless opponent’s arm yelling:

“ENGLISH, BITCH! SPEAK FUCKIN’ ENGLISH, OR I’LL RIP YOUR FUCKIN ARM OFF!”

“AAAAAHHH! PLEEEEEEEAASE! I GIVE!! I GIVE!! I GIVE!!” shrieked the defeated Japanese girl, slapping the mat with her free hand causing all the American Playmates to squeal joyously and jump up and down in excitement.

Kristi viciously wrenched Hiromi’s arm one more time for good measure before finally letting go. She then rolled the Asian onto her back and straddled her, sitting on her chest and pinning her arms with her knees.

“Now, bitch, who’s the winner?” shouted the blonde slapping her beaten rival’s face with her right hand.

“You!” Hiromi groaned weakly.

“Who’s the better woman?” Kristi growled.

“OK, OK, you are!”

“You gonna mess with me again, slut?” Kristi asked menacingly and slapped Hiromi’s face again.

“No!” The beaten girl whimpered. “Just let me go, please!”

“Not so fast, whore!” the sexy Texas native snarled: “First I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget! I’m gonna tear you apart, you little bitch! I’m gonna feed you your fuckin’ fake tits, I swear! You’ll never mess around with another American woman again, I can promise you that!” and she punched the pinned girl in the face.

“No, please!” the terrified Hiromi pleaded: “You win! You win! Please don’t hurt me any more! Please!”

Looking down at the tearful, frightened Hiromi Kristi knew that she was well and truly beaten, but she was still mad at the Asian for daring to fight her and wanted to make sure that this would not happen again.

“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?” The victorious blonde sneered and delivered two more slaps to her pinned foe’s face: “That’s what you get for tanglin’ with ME, you pathetic loser!”

Leaning forward, the blonde twisted her torso back and forth several times, rubbing her bare breasts in Hiromi’s face, adding to the young Japanese beauty’s humiliation, and the American Playmates’ enjoyment. Once she had decided she had made her point, she stood up, still panting and sweating profusely from the intensity of the battle. She placed one foot on the Tokyo native’s naked chest and raised her arms in victory, facing her cheering teammates.

Kristi was feeling absolutely ecstatic as she started to walk towards the American corner. This was her first fight ever, and although it had been a tough one, she had won it. The fact that the woman she had beaten so comprehensively was the one she considered her most hated rival made her victory even sweeter. Her bruised, aching body completely forgotten, she felt like celebrating and intended to do so.

The few warning shouts from the Americans were drowned by the piercing shriek from behind, which made Kristi spin around just in time to see Hiromi flying at her, teeth and claws bared. There was no time for the blonde to take any evasive action and the next moment she found herself down on the ground, underneath the Japanese woman and fighting for her life.

Hiromi had lost it completely. She knew that she had been beaten by the American girl and, as far as she was concerned, nothing could make up for the painful and humiliating defeat. She had lost the fight and with it her honor.

Someone had once quite accurately described the Japanese as: “A highly competitive society obsessed with saving face”, and being a direct product of that same society, Hiromi could think of only one way of saving face right now and that was to tear her blonde enemy into pieces. Her usual Oriental calm gone, she was like a woman possessed – screeching in Japanese at the top of her lungs, a wild look in her eyes and her normally beautiful face twisted in a vicious grimace, she clawed, bit and punched the other girl before grabbing her throat and squeezing as hard as she could.

Incensed by Hiromi’s sneak attack – and after the Japanese had already submitted no less – the Americans all cried foul as one. Some even moved to help their teammate, but were held back by the others, who had not forgotten the rules of the competition – or lack thereof. A fight was not over until it was over and they knew that any interference from them would do the team more harm than good as it would get Kristi disqualified. Hiromi’s attack may have been underhanded, but it was perfectly legit and Kristi would have to deal with it by herself if she was to finish the fight on the winning side.

Kristi had been taken completely by surprise and initially had been too terrified by the ferocity of the Japanese girl’s assault to be able to do anything more than try and protect her face with her hands, but now she began to fight back. She grasped Hiromi’s wrists and tried to detach the Asian’s hands from her throat. That did not work – Hiromi drove her right knee into the American’s chest pinning her to the ground, and continued to choke her with both hands. Her eyes bulging and her face turning red from the lack of air, Kristi knew that she had to do something fast, before Hiromi had choked the life out of her. Bucking and twisting, she grabbed Hiromi’s breasts and squeezed, digging her sharp claws into the supple flesh, but the crazed Japanese woman ignored the pain and now began slamming the back of Kristi’s head against the mat.

Kristi could feel herself going under, but she had no intention of quitting. Pride and instinct for survival are a powerful combination and it kept Kristi fighting even though her situation was really desperate. I won’t let you beat me, you bitch, she screamed in her mind. Ever! She reached up and clawed at the Asian’s face, searching for the eyes. Hiromi jerked her body backwards and her hands instinctively went to cover her eyes. Seizing her opportunity Kristi bucked wildly, throwing her rival off. Adrenalin coursing through her body, she rose up on her knees and dived on top of the Japanese, barely pausing to take in a much needed breath.

The two rolled back and forth each trying to inflict as much damage as possible to the other and get herself into a position which would allow her to finish her rival off. Driven insane by hatred and fear, they were no longer two women fighting to settle their differences, but two wild jungle creatures locked in a terrific struggle as they writhed violently and rolled over one another in an a tangled mass of limbs, both of them howling and snarling and biting and clawing in an all-out effort to destroy each other.

Kristi managed to get on top and straddle Hiromi and now it was the American’s turn to choke her opponent. Hiromi squirmed and twisted, but could not break free.

“HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! HUH?” Kristi shouted as she squeezed the other girl’s throat with both hands and at the same time bashed Hiromi’s head into the mat again and again.

In desperation, Hiromi reached up and, placing her hands on both sides of Kristi’s head, pushed her thumbs into the eyes of the blonde causing the latter to draw back and grasp the Oriental’s wrists in an attempt to push her hands away. The Japanese then heaved up, throwing Kristi off, and immediately pounced on her. Lying on her back Kristi quickly picked up her legs and snapped them shut around Hiromi’s head in a Scissors. The Japanese girl groaned and tried to pull back, but the blonde held firm.

“I’ll kill you, you fuckin’ whore! I’ll break your fuckin’ neck!!” The American beauty snarled breathlessly and began twisting her lower body left and right, trying to make good on her promise.

Hiromi screamed something in Japanese and her claws struck into the blonde’s vulnerable crotch, ripping and tearing. Kristi howled in pain and relinquished her hold. Hiromi punched the American girl right between the legs and got on top of her, hoping to once again get hold of her throat. Kristi shot out her long, slender arms and wrapped them around Hiromi’s body, pulling the Japanese beauty towards her and sinking her white teeth into the latter’s right breast. Hiromi shrieked and tried to pull back but the American clung on, biting into the supple flesh of the Asian’s full, shapely tit snarling and shaking her head from side to side like an angry dog. Screeching, Hiromi reached down and drove her fingers into Kristi’s vulnerable sex, clawing furiously. The American girl bellowed, releasing her bite and squirming and twisting in an attempt to get out from underneath her opponent. Hiromi quickly rose and straddled the blonde, once again grabbing her by the throat and choking her.

Unable to breathe, Kristi struggled like mad, twisting and bucking, her long sexy legs flailing around. Hiromi grunted with the effort and tightened her grip even more, leaning forward to put some of her weight onto the American’s throat. Kristi’s eyes bulged and her face turned crimson, her mouth falling wide open in search of much needed air – air that was not coming. She reached up and tied to claw Hiromi’s eyes, but this time the Asian was ready and twisted her head to the side avoiding her opponent’s fingernails.

Kristi’s efforts were getting weaker and weaker and she appeared to be almost out of it. Hiromi sensed that and squeezed as hard as she could hoping to finish off her foe quickly, her face turning into a mask of hatred as she bared her teeth and spat out a few rapid phrases in her native Japanese.

On the verge of passing out, Kristi stretched both arms and swung them violently, her open hands landing directly on one of her opponent’s ears with brutal force. It was not a calculated move – she did it intuitively, without thinking at all – but it was quite effective nonetheless. Hiromi cried out and her attractive face contorted in agony as she covered her ears with her hands and remained motionless, trying to cope with the unbearable pain that exploded in her head and virtually spread throughout her entire body leaving her practically paralyzed for a moment. Her throat suddenly free, Kristi drew in a deep breath and instantly reached up with her right hand, this time finding Hiromi’s eyes. As the Japanese girl screamed and covered her eyes with both hands, Kristi bucked her off and tried to get on top of her but Hiromi, although badly hurt, had enough presence of mind to pick up her legs and kick the blonde away.

Kristi was the first to her feet and she immediately went for her foe, who was still lying on the mat, moaning and gently rubbing her ears, while the tears flowed freely from her gouged eyes. She kicked Hiromi in the ribs and tried to stomp on her head, but the Japanese suddenly twisted on the mat and shot out her right foot connecting with Kristi’s crotch. The blonde cried out and backed a few steps holding her sex with both hands.

Hiromi staggered to her feet and the two girls faced off once more, sweating and gasping for air, their nostrils flaring and a wild look in their wide-open eyes, their adrenalin-flooded bodies shaking violently with tension, fatigue and hatred. They both knew the end of the fight was nearing and each one was grimly determined to be the one left standing and ready to do anything for it.

Screaming with rage, Hiromi charged, but Kristi unleashed a powerful punch, which smashed into the Asian’s jaw and sent her reeling.

“Bitch!!” Kristi yelled and sprang forward grabbing Hiromi by the throat with both hands, choking her. The Japanese girl tried to push Kristi away, but the blonde let out an animal snarl and, still holding her foe by the throat, shook her back and forth violently. Hiromi gurgled and suddenly drove her right knee into Kristi’s crotch. The taller girl screamed and fell to her knees, doubling over. The Asian kicked her foe in the head sending her sprawling onto her back, and then kicked her right in the exposed crotch. The American girl howled in agony and curled up, turning onto her side, gagging and gasping as she clutched her abused womanhood with both hands. Hiromi drove a knee into the blonde’s back and forced her to roll onto her stomach. She then dropped down on top of her and wrapped her bare, glistening arms around Kristi’s throat.

Kristi’s situation was really desperate now. She was exhausted, and with Hiromi’s entire weight on top of her and the Japanese attempting to strangle her in earnest, it would seem, she knew she did not have plenty of time in which to do something. Summoning all of her remaining strength, she drew her knees under her body and, placing her open palms on the mat, pushed herself up with a titanic effort and somehow managed to get to her feet with the Japanese girl on her back. Screaming and snarling, Hiromi twisted her body and bounced up and down, determined to finish her rival off.

Kristi was almost out on her feet, but her survival instincts would not let her go down. What saved her was the fact that Hiromi was too enraged to focus on what she was doing, and also did not have the knowledge or experience to apply either a Sleeper Hole or a proper Choke. She had merely wrapped her arms around her opponent’s neck and was hanging on without even bothering to get her legs around Kristi’s waist to secure her position. This latter omission proved to be her undoing. Reaching up and back with both arms, Kristi seized the Hiromi by her hair and abruptly leaned forward, throwing the surprised Japanese girl over her shoulder.

Hiromi hit the mat hard and just lay on her back, moaning as she struggled to clear her head.

Gasping for air, nearly sobbing with both relief from having escaped her rival’s clutches, and desperation born out of the fact that she realized that she had nothing left in her and could not even stand, let alone fight, Kristi swayed unsteadily back and forth for a while, the sweat literally pouring from her and her entire body shaking violently like that of a malaria sufferer. A few seconds later, edged on by her teammates encouraging shouts, she moved forward on unsteady legs and stood astride her fallen foe. Then she simply allowed her knees to buckle without even trying to turn around and she dropped right down on Hiromi, Reverse-Straddling and pinning the Tokyo native to the ground. Hiromi began to twist and buck, but did not have enough strength left to throw Kristi off. Trapped, exhausted, and still dazed from her heavy fall, the young Japanese woman howled with helpless fury and slapped, punched and clawed weakly at Kristi’s hips and back with zero effect.

“You’re...not...goin’...anywhere...bitch... I got you now!” the American panted, but even though she was undoubtedly right, she had absolutely no idea what to do form here on. She realized that in her present state of exhaustion she was just about as helpless as the woman pinned underneath her and simply could not see what she could do other than continue to sit on top of the Japanese and keep her down. She tried punching Hiromi in the belly a few times, but the blows were simply too weak to hurt the Asian girl and she soon stopped, not wanting to tire herself out even more (although she did not see how this was possible).

Meanwhile, Hiromi was persisting with her fruitless efforts to free herself by wriggling back and forth and kicking feebly, while screaming harshly, the stream of Japanese words interrupted at equal intervals by her panting and huffing.

It was her opponent’s loud, heavy breathing as much as the constant screaming of advise from the American Playmates that suggested to Kristi what her course of action should be. Her own need to breathe was more imperative than ever after all of her exertions during the battle and Kristi knew that it was exactly the same for Hiromi. It was obvious to her that if she could prevent the Japanese woman from breathing, it would be all over in no time, and she knew just how to do that.

Suddenly finding hidden reserves of strength she never suspected she had, Kristi slid backwards and planted her taut, shapely ass right on Hiromi’s face in a Reverse Facesit.

Finding her air supply cut off, Hiromi struggled furiously, writhing and bucking and kicking, her beautiful, naked, sweat-drenched body twisting and turning in all directions, arms and legs flailing wildly, but it was all in vain. She just could not free herself.

Sitting on her rival’s face, her slim, lithe body erect, her back slightly arched in and her firm breasts heaving up and down with her deep, rapid breathing, the American girl smiled with savage joy as she realized that she was winning. She could feel that her opponent was too weakened to be able to break free and knew that it was only a matter of time before the trapped Japanese woman succumbed. Invigorated by the new feeling of power her dominant position had given her, the sexy, naked blonde pushed her matted hair away from her face and ground her round, supple derriere into the face of her supine rival, humping energetically, clenching and unclenching her buttocks, trying to finish Hiromi off as quickly as possible and at the same time getting a huge kick out of it all, enjoying the feeling of the other girl’s warm face moving slightly from side to side underneath her.

With her mouth and nose engulfed by Kristi’s glistening ass-cheeks and completely sealed off by the hot, firm flesh with no oxygen whatsoever coming in, Hiromi could sense that the end was nearing and went berserk in a final, desperate attempt to escape. Arching her back, she twisted back and forth, kicking and squirming frantically. She clawed at Kristi’s hips and back, but she was already too exhausted and her fingernails merely slid over the smooth, sweat-slick skin without inflicting any damage. On the brink of passing out, the Japanese girl thrashed around, but that was no longer any conscious effort; it was merely her oxygen-starved body’s instinctive struggle for survival, which achieved nothing other than causing her full, shapely, sweat-covered tits to bounce in every direction. This caught the American’s attention and she began slapping her rival’s large, jiggling boobs with both hands as she rode Hiromi’s face, smothering the young Japanese woman with her bare ass.

Hiromi planted her feet firmly on the ground and arched her back almost to a breaking point. She held the pose without moving for a few seconds, her shapely, glistening frame vibrating like a taut rope, and then she flopped back down, her limbs jerking spasmodically, heels and palms thumping the mat in tight cadence.

“Game over, bitch! I win!!” Kristi said breathlessly, slapping her agonizing foe’s tits a few more times with what little strength she had left before grasping and squeezing them as hard as she could, as she viciously clawed at them one final time.

Hiromi’s body suddenly stretched out full-length and froze like that for a moment, only her feet moving in rapid little jerks, and then she went limp.

Sweating and shaking, her breathing coming in quick, harsh gasps, the American girl remained sitting on her defeated rival’s face for several moments. She knew it was all over, but she wanted to make sure that the Japanese was well and truly finished, and besides, now that the battle had finally ended and her adrenalin levels were beginning to go down, fatigue was really setting in and she saw no reason why she should waste any more of her practically drained energy trying to get up. She felt like she was going to pass out any second, and it was with a supreme effort of her will that she could stop herself from collapsing as she tried to catch her breath and regain at least some of her strength.

A good few seconds elapsed before Kristi finally stood up shakily, her lithe, naked body glistening softly in the sun. She looked down at the other girl’s listless form lying at her feet, a feeling of wild triumph surging through her. She felt absolutely no qualms about having caused the other girl to actually pass out, or for the painful and humiliating manner in which she had done it. Quite the opposite – she had never felt more proud of herself. It gave her a huge thrill to know that she had bested another woman in a pure, one hundred percent real contest of skill, strength and will power without any weapons, rules or restrictions. She was immensely proud of having proven her superiority over her Japanese foe by defeating her at every level – first draining her energy and breaking her body, then breaking her spirit and making her admit defeat and beg for mercy, and finally smothering her unconscious and rendering her completely helpless despite all of Hiromi’s titanic efforts to prevent her from doing so. It had been a “survival of the fittest” situation and, with both women having taken their young, strong bodies to their very limits, the young Texas native had proven herself fitter – both physically and mentally – than her rival and had survived. It was all over, and the only thing that was left now was to enjoy her hard-earned victory with the rest of her team.

Picking the tattered remains of hers and Hiromi’s bikinis up from the mat, Kristi walked back to the other American Playmates who greeted her with loud cheers and high fives. Attaching Hiromi’s top to a poll, the victorious Texas native turned her back to the foreign Playmates and, looking at them over her shoulder, wiggled her bare ass in their direction in a show of contempt, patting one glistening buttock and pursing her lips in a mock kiss. All the American girls howled happily at the taunting gesture. Things were looking better and better for them. They were now leading 7 – 4. They only needed two more victories to win the tournament, and with five fights left, they all felt it would be a cinch.