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8. Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs 14. Hitomi Buchfink (Dead or Alive)
There were no hard feelings where Ty Lee teaching Hitomi chi blocking was concerned. Ty Lee was still on the Avatar and friends boat with the Thousand Sunny #2 and Robin docked next to it. The two of them, the One Piece waifus, Suki, and Toph all cheered for Katara. The waterbender with dark skin and long brown hair wore a blue dress with white lining and white bikini bottoms. The side cuts in the skirt made it look almost like a loincloth. Down from the blue Water Nation choker necklace around Katara’s neck was some nice cleavage. Katara smiled and waved to her friends. She rode the purple mini platform which rose at an angle from underneath the big blue fighting platform. The violet crystals of Shadow Metal clustered underneath the fighting platform were glowing, but Katara barely felt a pulse from them. They were on full blast, but Katara could still bend with ease.
It was a little colder on the coast than normal for the first Final Four fight. Hitomi, the brunette karate master, wore a green tank top, jeans, and black and red fingerless gloves. Despite the breast reduction healing from the company and wearing no bra, Hitomi still looked busty. Short blonde haired DOA American, Tina, smacked Hitomi on the ass to wish her encouragement. Hitomi’s pink haired girlfriend, Honoka, gave Hitomi a kiss on the lips. Tina was in an iconic DOA fighting outfit like Hitomi. Tina wore jeans and an America colored bra. Honoka wore daisy dukes and a pink tube top, showing off her tits. Honoka groped Hitomi and used some tongue for the passionate kiss. Ty Lee kissed Robin. Their bikini bodies in the embrace drew as many views as Honoka and Hitomi from drone cameras and fans. Hitomi hugged her lover and then separated. She ran to the dock to the red mini platform. She bowed and nodded to Ty Lee and said, “Thank you for teaching me what you could.” Ty Lee nodded and smiled.
Atop the platform, Shadow Ribiero looked like a sexy Brazilian woman hologram in Capoeira pants and a crisscrossing bra top. She explained the rules of the tournament as the two blue eyed brunettes eyed one another. The Shadow disappeared and it was time to fight. Fans cheered. Both broads clenched their fists. The fat cyborg commentator RoboMic said from the balcony box in the stands, “How do I get in a party boat with all the ladies? I can perform healing duties like the male models. … I know everyone loves my commentary, because I keep it real, but all the big titty bitches and blondes are out!”
“No one would mind you being out of the commentary,” the Critic said. “All of our remaining fighters have very large chests.”
“I guess this is my only chance to try and talk you into not using your powers to beat me,” Hitomi said. “With the Shadow Metal stopping her from bending or going into the Avatar State, I can beat Korra.”
“She may be able to use lightning and still access her powers too,” Katara said. “I aim to make sure that Korra knows what it’s like to lose and be humbled. There is no balance and too much malice in the way she’s been winning and behaving. She forbade Asami from coming here to cheer me on. We should be rooting for each other, and I will be rooting for her to advance, so that she can lose to me.”
“Then I’m going to have to block your chi and kick your ass!” Hitomi said. “I apologize in advance if I accidentally kill you trying.”
“You can’t summon that much power that quickly,” Katara said, swirling her hands around.
“What are you doing?” Hitomi asked. She didn’t really see anything or feel any different. Helena had warned Hitomi that Katara could bend the blood in your veins and swing you like a puppet. Helena was still pouting after her loss to Katara and not present for this afternoon’s bout.
“You’re going to try and win with power,” Katara said. “My initial strategies will be much more defensive. I’m not here to draw blood.”
The German karateka nodded and made the first move. Her body moved through thick dense air. It felt like she got hit with water balloons. Katara had moved tons of water into the air near Hitomi to slow her down. The babe in the jeans was drenched and slow to throw punches and kicks now. Katara easily evaded and tripped Hitomi. Katara avoided the water pockets in the air she had created and shoved Hitomi over. Hitomi could barely get her arms out to catch her fall as they went through water first. Katara sat on Hitomi’s back. Her rival groaned. Katara saw pink thong straps sticking out from Hitomi’s drooped low rise jeans. Katara resisted the urge to spank that peach bottom. Hitomi’s breasts billowed out from underneath her. She elbowed Katara in the ribs. Katara got up, waving her hands, and not caring if she brought herself into water clouds too.
“It’s like I’m fighting in water,” Hitomi said, ringing the bottom of her shirt. Hitomi’s abs clenched. Tons of water hit the padded blue mat. Hitomi’s shirt clung to her curves. She threw a punch. Katara blocked. Katara backed towards the edge of the ring. Hitomi stopped and waited. Katara came forward and Hitomi launched several punches and kicks. Katara blocked. The best Hitomi did was graze Katara’s head and body. She hadn’t tried chi blocking at all yet, but it looked like Katara was going to. Katara poked Hitomi in the armpit and then the collar. Hitomi winced. Finally, Hitomi landed a punch. She clipped Katara’s jaw. Katara looked surprised and drenched in liquid herself. Her dress looked see through and very sexy.
“Not bad,” Katara said, dodging Hitomi’s kick. Hitomi advanced. Katara used her powers to make Hitomi really sweat. She bent that water up off the DOA damsel’s cleavage to get in her eyes. Katara sidled behind Hitomi and kicked her calf. Hitomi wasn’t sure where she was in relation to the edge, so she dropped to her knees. Katara gave Hitomi a shove. She mounted her adversary, riding her like a pony. Katara moved her hands to make sweat follow her lead. Perspiration flowed up into Hitomi’s nose and mouth. The video game babe choked on sweat and writhed. Katara didn’t realize this move would be so effective, and felt guilty about drowning Hitomi in her own bodily liquids. Hitomi flailed. As she got up, Katara kneed Hitomi. Katara’s patella slammed into Hitomi’s ear and jaw. The sweaty underdog fell onto her back, wincing. As Hitomi began to get up, Katara hit her with several wet clouds. Hitomi was pushed back with force and knocked flat down; spread eagle. She gasped for breath. Her chest heaved.
“Katara is way too powerful,” the Critic said. “She’s not even trying to hurt her.”
“BOO!” RoboMic said. “Strip! Kill! Make it exciting!!”
“I’m fucking drenched anyway,” Hitomi said, getting up. She pulled her top off over her head. Fans cheered. The wet titty drop looked great. Hitomi pitched her shirt at Katara to see where she might be slowed. Hitomi thought she could see the watery air now. She slunk to the side, darted up, and hit Katara in the flank with a karate strike. Katara gritted her teeth and returned fire. Her hand hit the topless model just underneath the ribs. Hitomi threw a punch. Katara ducked it. She kicked Hitomi’s knee, snared her rival’s wrist, pulled, and clotheslined the karateka. Hitomi went down again. Her jugs jiggled and her arm was over the edge.
Katara took a step away from Hitomi towards the center of the fighting area. She wasn’t one to kick an opponent while she was down. Hitomi did a sit up and tackled Katara at the legs. The topless fighter crawled over top of her enemy. Hitomi threw a punch for Katara’s face. Katara blocked. Hitomi tangled her legs around Katara’s thigh. The bisexual brunette pushed her hands into Katara’s blue dress. Hitomi revealed Katara’s matronly hooters, squeezing them. Katara attacked Hitomi’s hands. The chick in the jeans descended, crashing her naked rack against Katara’s perky melons. “You can’t block my chi this close,” Katara said, grabbing Hitomi’s hair and forcing the German gal’s face into Katara’s brown cleavage mounds. Hitomi’s strength faded as she couldn’t breathe. She tongued Katara’s nipples. Katara struck a nerve in Hitomi’s neck. Hitomi rolled off Katara. Hitomi’s milky white breasts were sopping wet. Katara got to her feet and tried to cover up. Her dress was ripped too much. She wasn’t going to get the fabric back over her bosoms.
“I wanna wrestle anyway!” Hitomi said, crawling on her knees after Katara. Katara aimed a strike behind Hitomi’s ear. Hitomi blocked, assuming correctly that Katara wouldn’t kick her. Hitomi socked Katara in the stomach. The dark skinned beauty buckled. Hitomi hopped up to the balls of her feet and jammed her fingers into a shoulder pressure point where Katara’s dress was falling off. Katara swung her head forward, clonking her forehead into Hitomi’s nose. Blood slopped onto Hitomi’s cleavage. Hitomi punched Katara’s torso. The water tribe warrior kicked Hitomi in the ribs. She punched the topless girl in the grill with her right hand balled in a fist and then sank her left handed knuckles into Hitomi’s abs. Hitomi gasped and backed up. She nodded and said, “Let’s do this! No water bending and stuff!”
Katara shook her head and walked towards the center of the ring. Hitomi dove at Katara to tackle her. Her fingers went over Katara’s thigh. Katara’s knee went between Hitomi’s big tits. Hitomi put her head against Katara’s crotch. Her hands went up Katara’s legs in an erotic fashion. Hitomi cupped Katara’s ass and swatted the tight buns. Katara dropped an elbow into Hitomi’s neck. Hitomi yelped and yanked down on Katara’s white bikini bottoms, depansting the tan model. Katara’s blue eyes opened wide. She stepped out of her bottoms to not ruin them and watched as Hitomi sniffed them.
“This is too embarrassing!” Katara yelled. Hitomi threw her body at Katara’s ankles. Katara fell onto her butt with her legs open. Hitomi did a push up.
“This is awesome!” RoboMic said.
Some fans feared that Katara would get really angry with how much she was sexualized and the compromising position she was in. Her shaved crotch could be seen by all and Hitomi had a perfect up close and personal view of it. Katara tried to bring her legs together. Her knees hit Hitomi’s temples. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s legs. Katara laced her fingers and hammered her hands together atop Hitomi’s head. The bisexually inclined lass went down. Her nose was at Katara’s cooter. Hitomi slid on sweat forward and put her mouth and lips to Katara’s private area. Katara blushed and clamped her legs closed. Hitomi could barely breathe.
“You asked for this!” Katara said, using bloodbending to wrench Hitomi’s arms backwards. Katara used her powers to contort Hitomi’s body and to stop the cunnilingus. Katara didn’t viciously bloodbend. She allowed Hitomi to use her arms and legs again quickly, and Hitomi snatched Katara's dress. Katara got up, bent over, grabbed Hitomi’s jeans waistband and slid Hitomi towards the edge. Katara made a waterbending slide of sweat and moisture to ramp Hitomi off the edge on her front. Hitomi managed to tear off Katara’s dress, but went soaring into the man-made lake.
“Katara goes up one to nothing!” the Shadow said.
