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Shadow Enterprises Platform Peril Waifu Strip Fight Tournament Two: Semifinal Match 2
2. Korra (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs 31. Kate Rosen
Instead of being fashionably late as usual, Kate was punctual and excited to fight. She carried the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healings and Outfit Modulator (SECHAOM) over to the mini red platform from the dock and set the giant vacuum cleaner looking device down. Kate, a British babe with huge boobs, supplied the fans with what they wanted to see with her first outfit being topless. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had those pinup model curves but also abs, biceps for punching, and developed quad muscles in her legs from dancing around as a boxer. The white thong bikini bottoms she wore accentuated her ass and tight buns.
“Wooee!” RoboMic called from the commentators’ table. “Kate Rosen has my weewee risin’! Go from bisexual to trisexual and let me fill all your holes!” The Critic cringed. He turned his bearded head to look at the Shadow, expecting the Shadow to mute RoboMic. RoboMic continued, “I’ve heard, once you go robot, you want some mo’bot! Wooeee!!”
“You’re not a third gender,” the Critic said. “Trisexual makes no sense. You are a man with synthetic and robotic body parts and enhancements that keep you alive.”
“Seeing these chesty broads fight and strip keeps me alive,” RoboMic said. He tried to speak aside, but his voice was still projected, “I hope Kate gets fuckin wrecked and murdered! Korra can earthbend herself a big ole dick for fuckin, and I can modify my manhood in real time too!”
“Don’t,” The Critic said. “You don’t need to say every lewd thought that pops into your head.” RoboMic disagreed vehemently.
Kate put on her white boxing gloves on and frowned. She couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. There were only two ships docked under the fighting platform. Kate had made some friends in a way here. She was friendly with the Fairy Tail girls and everyone, but Kate had no cheering section or main friends. Robin dating Ty Lee meant the One Piece girls were for the Avatar ladies advancing, and the Avatar girls were all rooting for Korra too, even though Korra’s grudges kept her and Asami away from the others. Even Lucy and the Fairy Tail girls thought Korra was going to win this fight, but Kate didn’t care. She aimed to get another upset win and meet Katara in the finals. Kate vs Katara had a nice ring to it. Kate was proud of how far she’d gone in this tournament.
By the time Korra got onto a mini-platform, the serum that Kate had injected was circulating well in her veins and making her abs and muscles stand out. Kate had been ogled by fans for several minutes as she threw punches in place, stretched, and posed. She was sexy and bewitching. Korra had also gotten the serum injected into her body, and she was fit and sculpted too. The dark skinned warrior woman wore her brown hair in a ponytail with long strands of hair at the sides of her bangs pulled into blue hair holders. The blue there and the dark blue of Korra’s pants brought out her blue eyes. She wore a fur skirt over her navy pants and a fur bra, showing off cleavage and ab muscles. Kate was attracted to every inch of Korra’s body, and for some reason, that fur top was an instant fetish. Kate imagined herself knocked out and cuddling between those big tan mounds with the soft fur covering.
Korra winced as she stepped onto the big blue circular fighting platform due to the powers blockers on full blast. Korra grinned and said, “My bending shouldn’t be working. I can feel the Shadow Metal stopping me, so that drool is all you!” Kate realized she was drooling past her mouthguard. Saliva dribbled onto her heaving chest. Kate tried to wipe it off with her gloves, but only made a more erotic show of things, touching her own tits. Korra walked right up to Kate and said, “Oh right. You’re the chick who does the topless boxing and you’ve got that machine that heals you.” Korra pulled Kate’s mouthguard out to inspect it for serum. Kate held out her white glove. Korra tossed the mouthguard over the edge.
“It’s mostly for costume changes,” Kate said. “It does a little healing. … Don’t say that like I’m some sort of cheater! I can get you gloves and a mouthguard too with it! We’re boxing first round, right? You said you were cool with that.”
“You don’t need those,” Korra said, pulling off one of Kate’s gloves. “You’re in the big leagues now, girl. No boxing gloves necessary.” Korra put her arms behind her back. Her chest protruded and pressed into Kate’s orbs and erect nipples. Korra unclasped the fur bra from behind and let it drop. Kate fumbled with the glove she was taking off, tripped on the glove on the ground, and almost fell over.
“Consider me charmed, aroused, and seduced,” Kate grumbled.
“You’re kinda cute,” Korra said with a new level of chill she hadn’t shown yet in this tournament. “Great body, like mine. I promised Asami I wouldn’t screw you. I mean, I’m going to fuck you up and maybe even kill you. I’m not going to hold back or be like Katara and act like it’s wrong to go all out.” Korra stepped out of her skirt, feeling much too warm. Kate fanned herself with a hand and nodded. “It’s gonna feel good knocking you out,” Korra added. She slugged Kate in the belly. Kate hadn’t been expecting to be hit without first touching gloves, a nod, or something. The Shadow’s hologram was off the platform, so technically it wasn’t an early hit or anything. Korra said, “You’re tough.” She plowed a right hook into Kate’s mouth. The bikini model stood her ground. “I’m gonna have to make you bleed and kill you to win. Why can’t Katara understand it’s just business?!” Korra gnashed her teeth and tried to grab Kate.
The British babe laced her fingers with the ebony skinned hottie to grapple. Kate said, “Just boxing, right?!” Korra kneed Kate in the crotch. She broke her hands free of Kate and popped the busty brunette in the fun bag.
“Whoops,” Korra said. “I meant that to be here.” Korra kneed Kate in the abs. Kate scrunched her nose. She threw a punch. She was surprised as Korra just stood there and took it. Korra’s head turned to the side and saliva flew. Korra’s brows furrowed. She rifled her knuckles into Kate’s kidney. Kate hunched and moaned. She didn’t try for a hug or clinch. Korra threw an uppercut. Kate leaned back to evade. Her mammary mounds took the beating. Kate buried a fist into Korra’s belly. The dark skinned bruiser winced and gasped, but did not really block. Kate socked Korra in the mouth, cutting Korra’s lips open.
“If you don’t need to block, neither do I!” Kate said, pummeling Korra in the kidney. Korra doubled over and punched into Kate’s fist. Korra ducked a little and took a punch to the side of the head. Korra plowed her fist into Kate’s navel. Kate winced, but wasn’t terribly hurt by that. She clocked Korra with a left hook. More crimson flew from Korra’s agape mouth. Kate crouched low to go for Korra’s sexy tummy. Korra turned her body, throwing a massive uppercut. Kate’s jab grazed Korra’s flank. Korra’s fist rattled Kate’s chin. Kate tried to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes glazed over. Korra punched Kate in the cheek. Kate yelped, gasped, and bled. She stumbled, but shook that off and stepped towards her adversary at the same time Korra stepped forward to throw a haymaker punch.
WHAM! WHAM!
Korra and Kate both connected with punches to each other’s cheeks at the same time. Blood and spittle flew. The topless brown skinned girl with the navy pants looked surprised as red ran down her chin. The bikini model’s ass cheeks clenched. Crimson slopped onto her bouncing rack. Kate tried to be light on her feet and evade Korra’s next attack, but knuckles smashed directly into Kate’s eye. Kate hit Korra in the ribs with a poorly aimed attack. The combatants with the bangin’ bodies would not relent. Right elbows swung back. Arms flung forward. They both gutted the other at the same. Their large breasts docked with Korra’s brown melons atop as Kate had bent lower quicker. Then their foreheads clonked. Kate clipped Korra’s temple with a punch. Korra threw a hard punch, but it hit Kate’s armpit and sideboob.
The juicy jugs on Korra’s beautifully feminine frame drew Kate’s eyes for a second. Korra boxed Kate in the belly. Kate squinted and kept upright to jab Korra in the nose. Korra returned a left hook, bloodying Kate’s schnoz. Kate bopped Korra in the belly button. Korra gasped and went on the defensive to block. Kate waited a moment as Korra shielded her stomach with her dangling breasts. Kate arched her attack and pounded Korra’s midsection hourglass curve. Korra hollered in pain. Kate hammered a hand down atop Korra’s head. Korra’s blue eyes jammed shut for a moment with tears puddling. Korra blindly punched Kate as hard as she could. The force of her blow cratered Kate’s tit. Kate blushed. The woman wearing the white thong barreled her boxing hand just below Korra’s ribs, tenderizing the tan torso meat there. Blood bubbled at Korra’s busted lips. Korra struck out, hitting Kate right in the pussy. Kate scrunched her nose and continued her blitzkrieg of blows to Korra’s belly. Kate’s abs looked more bruised and black and blue, but Korra quivered and fell to her knees.
The dark skinned bombshell in the blue pants folded and bent over, putting her chin into her own cleavage before toppling over. Kate marveled that Korra wore no panties. Some of Kate’s knuckles were split open. She could’ve tried to kill or injure Korra while she was down, but the boxer stepped back and allowed the Shadow to count. Kate’s adrenaline was high. She was at peak power. She felt so horny and excited as the count got higher. Korra twitched on her side, opened her eyes, and regained consciousness. She didn’t move enough before the Shadow counted to ten to stop the count. Kate nodded, realizing there was plenty of fight left.
“Kate goes up one to nothing with one knockdown,” the Shadow said. Fans sounded like they were going to raze the stadium. Kate as #31 was not supposed to beat the #2 Korra or even have it be a close fight. Korra got up, wincing, but not looking too nervous.
“You pack a punch, bitch,” Korra said. “With some blocking, kicking, and bending, you’ve got no chance against me.” Kate thought about just trying to tackle Korra off the edge for round two, but bit her lip, wondering if Korra could and would still bend. Kate went to the red mini-platform and bent over to pick up the SECHOAM. “Oh, hell no!” Korra said. “You think you’re going to heal yourself, now! I’ll KILL YOU!”
“Just an outfit change!” Kate said. “You can do one too!” Kate scanned herself with the device. Her curvy form looked black like a hologram how Shadow Ribeiro always looked. Then Kate did look to have her stomach and mouth slightly healed with no blood or bruises apparent. She also looked like a different woman with her brown hair still in a ponytail. Kate looked a little more Asian and had gotten the cosmetic healing to make herself look a bit like Mai Shiranui again. Kate’s bikini was blue with white straps, and as she pulled at the top, her nipples poked through. She tore that off, winked, and handed Korra the SECHOAM.
“Alright then,” Korra said, using the red laser to scan herself. The topless Avatar looked fresh, fit, and fully clothed once she stopped appearing translucent. Korra’s abs were still on display in a little sleeveless light blue tank top. She had a fur skirt again and blue arm and wristbands as accessories. “I wanted to obliterate that King of Fighters sow, Mai Shiranui, too, and now you look like her. Perfect!” Korra threw the SECHAOM back into Kate’s belly. Kate set the machine down on the mini-platform and stepped back onto the main fighting area with Korra. There were visible sparks around Korra’s body as she peeled off her top. Kate couldn’t resist cupping Korra’s breasts and feeling them with the titty drop. “Oh, I feel GREAT!” Korra roared. Her blue eyes lit up and shined white. She lifted Kate under the armpits and tossed the topless bikini model towards the center of the blue platform.
“I think the SECHAOM just broke Korra,” the Critic said. “Her power may now be untapped and unrestricted by the Shadow Metal.” Korra touched her thighs. Her fingers sparked. She shot bolts of electricity like fine lasers to cut her pants. Korra ripped off her drawers like Johnny Knoxville going Party Boy stripping his 90’s snap off pants. Korra’s entire tan body clenched and showed large gleaming muscles where it should. Kate’s jaw hung open, looking at the nude brunette. Korra’s dark skinned body with an eight pack, massive breasts, big blue eyes, and shaved pussy on display had Kate self-conscious about herself. Kate felt a cool breeze as the wind and heat of the summer island air pulled itself towards Korra. Korra was a ball of sweat with lightning energy dancing around her nude body.
“You’re in trouble now,” Korra said, winking at Kate and pounding a fist into her palm. Kate stepped forward to throw a punch. Korra parried it with a sizzle and flashing lights. The exhibitionist elbowed her enemy in the eye and then kicked Kate in the kidney. The topless bikini model doubled over. “My turn,” Korra said, fluffing Kate’s hooters. Korra left indentations in sideboob meat, squeezing Kate’s breasts. She scraped her nails into the flesh and fondled the large bosoms. Kate blushed, enjoying the scintillating touch to a degree. The panting gal with the ponytail, Kate, wrapped her arms around Korra for a sexy clinch. Korra amped up her electric aura, zapping Kate. The babe in the blue swimsuit bottoms yelped and drooled. Her ass cheeks clenched, her black hair frizzed a bit, and smoke wafted off her scorched pink flesh.
The Avatar folded her arms and laughed as her opponent trembled. Korra purposefully made some electricity tickle Kate’s cooter with bending. Kate put her hands between her legs looking like she was repressing an orgasm. Kate’s tongue hung out. “Let the sexy slaughter begin!” RoboMic called from the commentators' booth. Fans cheered.
“I guess I can’t tackle her off the edge now,” Kate grumbled to herself. She sidled Korra, hoping the ebony skinned brawler was slower with all her muscular bulk. Kate struck Korra’s collar. It was a good enough hit to make Korra wince, but not good enough. You can’t just learn chi blocking and execute it to perfection after a few training sessions. Kate knew this was true, but this was all she had left to try and win. She aimed for a torso pressure point and Korra grabbed Kate’s wrist. Korra twisted Kate’s arm. Kate yowled in agony and got stomped in the vertebrae. Kate’s big breasts looked hard and firm as the blow to the back made her front jump. Korra kicked Kate in the armpit and spun her around while zapping her too.
“I can electrocute people too!” RoboMic said. “So hot! I wanna play too!” The Critic was going to say how no one wanted to see RoboMic ‘play’, but people and fans had paid and wanted to see RoboMic having sex with losing women fighters in humiliation sexfights where the loser was killed. The Critic shook his head at RoboMic, sensing Kate’s end was near.
“I HATE that Ty Lee taught all these people chi blocking,” Korra said, “and that you think you can use it to beat me!”
“Nah, I just wanted to see you at your best,” Kate lied on the spot. “I know the chi blocking is no good. I can’t beat you with it.” Kate thought she might still try chi blocking if there was an opening for it. Korra seemed to calm down and nod. Korra cocked back a punch. Her fist began to spark and shoot off blue lightning bolts. Kate’s feet slid her towards Korra as if she were being pulled by magnets. Kate put her hands up to block her face.
“Lightning Punch!” Korra said. She slugged Kate in the tummy. Kate buckled. Korra released serious voltage into Kate’s body at her abs. Kate’s entire sexy frame shook. She couldn’t scream, but she exhaled black smoke, shivering. Then Korra delivered a lightning punch to Kate’s jaw. Scarlet sprayed from the British damsel’s mouth. Kate went down, looking pale and Asian, as well as abused and a ryona victim.
“Now it’s you that packs the punch,” Kate said, trying to stay in good spirits as she shook off the daze and the pounding headache. Her legs quivered as she tried to stand. Korra put her arms behind her head. Kate socked Korra’s abs and knew that the punch had done nothing. The temperature all over was dropping drastically. Kate put her arms around her own body for warmth. Her boobs were normally super hot and sweltering, and she yearned for that heat now. Ice grew around Korra’s fist.
“Waterbending Ice Punch!” Korra called out, making her entire arm flow with freezing H2O. Kate couldn’t get her arms up fast enough. Another blood splattering punch hit Kate’s face and knocked Kate onto her ass. Korra dropped a knee across Kate’s lap and forced a wintry breeze from her hand into Kate’s bloody mug. Kate’s spilled blood hardened and crystallized. She coughed and spit up ice chunks. “I guess I’ll have some chilled milk with my kill,” Korra said, pinching Kate’s hard teats. “I’ll milk you dry!” Korra plowed her icy fist into Kate’s boob. The fatty tissue didn’t mold or reshape well. It bruised immediately. Kate said, ‘ow’ in a low voice.
The naked physical specimen of power and sexuality, Korra, picked up Kate by the hair. She slammed an arm across Kate’s chest. The bikini model’s big bosoms shook. Korra began to warm up and the ice on her arms melted. She lifted Kate over her shoulder like a rag doll. Korra spanked Kate’s ass, and pulled on the blue bikini bottoms, toying with her spent opponent. Korra gave Kate a wedgie and flashed her full crack and vagina, messing with the swimsuit bottoms. Then Korra causally tore the bottoms off. She dumped Kate onto her head and shoulders. The padded blue mat was still a hard landing for the now nude brunette boxer. Drone cameras showed closeups of Kate’s shaved pussy before her legs and lower body went down too. Korra licked her lips, but then reeled in her naughty nature for Asami. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” RoboMic shouted. “Pound her pussy and fuck her, but don’t kill her yet! One more costume change!”
Korra stood over Kate. She said, “I’ve got two more attacks for you.” Korra kicked one of Kate’s milky bosoms. Kate’s rack was looking engorged. Kate touched her tormented tits and found herself being lifted to her feet by the ponytail again. Korra said, “ROCK Punch!” She used earthbending to make her fist like a rock and walloped Kate in the face. Kate’s nose and jaw broke on impact. Korra used earthbending to get mud from the lake and dry it up Kate’s thighs, trapping the punch drunk and knocked out damsel in place. Kate’s body wobbled. She likely would’ve been knocked over the edge from the Rock Punch. Her pretty face looked gruesome, taking her energy in the way of healing to look pretty again. “And for the Avatar Master of Four Elements Finale,” Korra shouted, waving her arms and generating bright red embers atop her skin: “FIRE PUNCH!”
The Avatar’s feet burned the blue padded mat as she was on fire. Her flaming fist hit Kate’s face. The earthbending mud up Kate’s legs melted. The nude boxer who looked pretty Asian still, hit the fighting area after falling down hard. Her body gave off smoke. Her face had been badly burnt. She’d nearly been killed. Blood was everywhere. Korra stomped on Kate’s boob, temporarily forgetting about her mission to milk the defeated maiden. Kate convulsed and put her arms over her head. “Kate’s energy is dangerously low,” the Critic said. Fans didn’t care. They egged Korra on to get the kill now, but Korra stepped back and let the Shadow count. The Shadow counted towards ten at an even pace.
“Maybe I ought to throw her in the water to cool those burns,” Korra said. “Those are wicked burns. I’m the burn master! I humiliate all these bitches who think they can fight the Avatar!”
“That’s a knockdown point for Korra,” the Shadow said. “This match is tied at one!”
Korra looked buff, naked, and hot, flexing her biceps and gloating about her victory round. She was sure she was going to win the match at this point. When the nude pale skinned fighter regained consciousness, she crawled over to the mini-platform. Kate immediately scanned herself with the Shadow Enterprises Cosmetic Healings and Outfit Modulator. The machine used a little more healing energy than Kate expected to fully heal her burns and the worst of her injuries from the brutal elemental second round. Kate looked like a European woman again with a great big bust uncovered and a red thong. Her brown hair was still in a ponytail. She tossed the SECHAOM to Korra. Korra caught the heavy device with no issues and scanned herself. Korra took the last of the healing energies in the device on purpose and now had on blue pants again. Korra didn’t bother with a top or any additional accessories.
“Time to put you out of your misery,” Korra said, beckoning Kate with a hand. Kate tried to smile and shake her head, but she was mad. She wanted to win, but she wasn’t sure how. She barged in, aggressive as a boxer. Her first punch knocked Korra’s blocking hands back. Korra didn’t seem to be accessing her bending right now. Kate’s face showed her excitement for one second. Then Korra punted Kate between the legs.
The babe in the red thong hunched over, holding her aching loins. “Am I making you wet?” Korra asked, manhandling Kate’s tits. Kate replied simply, ‘yes!’ Kate socked Korra in the abs. Korra had put an earthbending shield on her tummy. Kate’s knuckles split open. Korra hammered the side of Kate’s tits. Then Korra froze her forehead to bash her skull into Kate’s head and face. Kate’s nose had healed slightly from being broken before, but was now a bloody mess again. Kate flinched and staggered. Korra used Kate’s breasts like boxing bags. The speedy and precise attacks to Kate’s chest tore the areola and elicited lactation dribble. Kate stood there and took the breast punishment. She tried to trip Korra and tackle her. It was like hitting a brick wall. They were still in the center of the fighting area.
“You’re too much for me,” Kate gasped, hiding her head between Korra’s inviting melons. With electricity surging at her fingertips and the access to all elements in her arsenal, Korra pounded Kate’s tummy for retribution since Kate had KO’ed Korra with belly busting punches back in Round One. Kate coughed up blood onto Korra’s chest and body. Korra did not take any mercy on Kate’s body or abused breasts. The Avatar looked like she wanted to pop Kate’s tits or pound them flat. Korra hadn’t realized how much milk had already sprayed from Kate’s bosoms. Korra either held Kate’s hair or shoulder as she continued to pummel the topless bikini model’s torso. There was blood all around Kate’s nipples by the time Korra was done throttling her. Korra pushed over Kate who had been ready to drop several moments ago. Kate tried to put her hand up to shield her milked teats, but Korra stomped Kate’s hand and broke some fingers that way. Kate howled in pain.
“This is over,” the Critic said. “We will get the all Avatar final between Katara and Korra.”
“Pathetic,” Korra said, standing over Kate and shadowing her. The dark skinned sadist stomped Kate’s chest and then posed with a bicep flex and her foot between Kate’s sagging mounds. “It’s not hard for me to resist her,” Korra lied, looking away from the sexy defeated woman. “See Asami, and everyone! I’m the Avatar! I have complete balance and control!” Korra grit her teeth, losing control a bit, and stomped Kate’s stomach. Korra was not satisfied with Kate sitting up in agony. Korra mashed her heel into Kate’s guts several times until the writhing loser spit up copious amounts of blood. Kate shivered and barely held onto life. Korra sat down behind Kate and draped her thick thighs around the weak loser’s brittle neck.
“Headscissors for the kill!” RoboMic said. Korra clenched her thighs tighter. Kate’s pale neck elongated. Her arms fell limp to the mat after getting raised for a moment. Korra thought she saw a thumbs up from Kate on the hand that hadn’t been mauled and broken. Korra shook her head. She released the death grip on Kate’s neck.
“I don’t hate her that much,” Korra said, getting up. “I shouldn’t hate anyone like that. … Katara is doing this to me and trying to get in my head! I’ll prove that I’m a real female protagonist and the destined champ of this tournament! I’m way better than dumb old Katara!!”
The Shadow began a ten second count. Kate grumbled, “Don’t bother,” and passed out before the Shadow got to seven. Korra was declared the winner, and healers came to give Kate medical attention immediately. Korra had shown great progress to not kill Kate, but Korra was still mad at Katara and wanting revenge. Korra’s anger was misplaced, but serum did make the fighters dislike each other and bring out animal animosity in them.
“One fight to go,” the Shadow said, “and Plue and Lucy’s bracket remains perfect! We won’t give you the spoiler and Plue’s choice. Who knows what will happen in the final?! You’ll have to see it to believe it!” Fans cheered. “And how about Kate and Hitomi making it this far?!” The crowd applauded for the losing semifinalists. Kate and Hitomi were both very popular. Kate waved as she was carted off on a stretcher, still playing to the fans. Kate still had some time to make friends on Pongeo Island and maybe have a hot hookup. Katara would be training up until the final. Korra felt like she had the championship in the bag now. She and Katara could both bend with the Shadow Metal on. They didn’t even have to smoke serum. They were truly the top two, and Korra was #1!
