NES Wrestling: Marisa's Rise (Patreon)

I had all sorts of ideas for Marisa as soon as she showed up in the Street Fighter stuff. Seen a lot of good art of her, and even just some mods and clips of her in the game seem pretty hot. She’s also probably one of the hornier characters in the game, apparently? Again, I just wait for the porn when it comes to Street Fighter rather than play it. But she’s a giant, dorky, happy, thirsty muscle wrestler! Had to love her.

Anyway, I figured she’d go far in the NES league. I didn’t feel like playing out her every match to get her throwing hands with the big shots, so I did another of my reporter style clip show stories here that seemed pretty popular the last time I did a little roundup. I bounced around between who she’d fight and how much to highlight, but clearly went heavier on her later matches.

Anyway, got most of the month planned out at this point. Just a matter of cranking out the pages to drop another couple voted stories and patron requests.

“Good evening, everyone! Welcome to another night of NES Wrestling’s month in review! I’m your brilliant hostess Coco Bandicoot here to catch you up on all the latest action. Tonight, we center the spotlight on one fighter in particular. Given her massive build and massive success, all eyes seem to be on Marisa, the latest Street Fighter to land in the league!”

The little blonde bandicoot sat behind her computer desk, bringing up several images in a row. The first had a group of previous Street Fighter characters that were veterans to the league; Chun-Li, Cammy and Poison stood posing together as part of a promotional photoshoot. The latter picture showed Marisa, the huge wrestler that had just entered the latest of their games and joined the NES along with it. She was one of the tallest competitors and a mountain of muscle with her stiff helmet of dark red hair hanging above her broad shoulders and her minimal black and gold two piece. The photo showed her flexing theatrically, as she tended to be at any given moment in public when she wasn’t fighting, exercising, or otherwise catering to her fans.

“In just the last month, Marisa has taken the league by storm! Her debut match Reiko from Rumble Roses made a powerful statement right off the bat!” Coco went on.

The screen swapped to footage of Marisa’s first official fight. She was up against the athletic but far smaller Reiko Hinomoto, the agile brunette wrestler. Reiko sprinted right under Marisa’s arm and swept around behind her, throwing a high kick at her ribs. They seemed open but the towering powerhouse lashed out behind her and caught her by the leg in an instant. Reiko’s eyes widened as Marisa pulled on her leg, lifting her completely upside down by it. She wailed and thrashed around with her other leg before Marisa caught that one too and pulled hard in either direction. Reiko howled as her short shorts were stretched to their limits as the hulking Greek woman wishboned her legs apart. She fumbled upside down to paw at her aching crotch, but Marisa pulled them back together just to jump and piledrive her head into the mats.

“Reiko went on to serve as her ragdoll for about the next fifteen minutes. Marisa even withdrew from a few pins,” Coco went on.

The next clip showed Marisa finishing an elbow drop off the top ropes, crushing a now topless Reiko’s breasts flat before they squashed out into shape. The big woman hooked her leg and leaned back, flexing one arm to the roaring delight of the fans. As the count hit two, she jerked away and gave a dismissive gesture.

“This is no fight! The crowd wants a show! Who wants some more!?” she boasted, slamming a powerful arm across her chest.

The audience naturally agreed. Marisa grabbed Reiko by the hair and bent her nearly naked body across her shoulders, flexing hard to break ger in her torture rack.The Japanese wrestler’s eyes rolled back in her head as her breasts thrust towards the skylights and her gawking mouth drooled all over herself. Marisa’s thick fingers shoved their way under her panties, fingering Reiko’s slit until her moans of pleasure mixed with her gagging pain. Reiko shuddered and arched her back even further as she squirted over Maria’s fingers, even as the bell rang to indicate her knockout orgasm.

“It became part of what made Marisa so instantaneously popular! On top of being a major heavyweight, she was ambitious while always catering to her audience. Her brutal and flashy moves combined her strength and skill while most competitors only had one or the other.”

More footage showed Marisa back in the ring with Morrigan from Darkstalkers. The busty succubus zipped around the Greek with supernatural speed, leaving afterimages of herself surrounding Marisa. She lashed out with quick punches and kicks that practically bounced off the mountain of muscle, but the street fighter’s eyes just darted warily without budging otherwise. Marisa suddenly lashed out behind her, her palm catching around Morrigan’s face. The green-haired beauty let out a short squeal of surprise.

“Enough foreplay! Let the real show begin!” Marisa boomed boisterously.

She swung a great, loping arm overhead to bring Morrigan crashing to the mats in front of her. Her body ragdolled from the massive impact, thick thighs and slender limbs shaking limply. Her eyes glazed over from the single power blow compared to her hasty combo of attacks. Marisa planted one heavy boot on Morrigan’s chest, pinning her underfoot. The succubus groaned under her, but couldn’t get her to budge as she weekly pushed at her foot.

“Now let’s find out which is tougher: your tits or my muscle!”

Marisa grabbed Morrigan by both of her wrists and pulled straight upward. The green-haired sorceress screamed as not only were her huge breasts being crushed, but the pulling at her body forced them up into the oncoming impact even harder. She shuddered violently beneath her as Marisa ground her heel on her, crushing one of her hard nipples and steadily tearing open the thin fabric of her costume.

The footage cut away again, this time to Princess Daisy. The tan tomboy princess was grinning with excitement, seated for some sort of interview. She was dressed in her flower-patterned booty shorts and sunny yellow top that left her abs exposed.

“Oh, the rookies? People gotta keep an eye on this Marisa lady. Chick’s the best kind of crazy and built like a gorilla with tits! What’s not to love?!”

The screen returned to showing Coco back at her desk.

“Marisa’s ambition, skill, and raw power carried her up the ranks with alarming speed. She was challenging fighters well above her rank without a hint of fear. Anyone expecting an easy win off the rookie or thinking they were more prepared than the amateurs below them were quickly proven wrong as her popularity and standing skyrocketed!”

Lara Croft (the outdated, bustier version of herself) threw a punch in the next clip, just for her fist to get caught in Marisa’s large hand. The redhead drew her in and threw a huge uppercut into her jaw, lifting Lara off her feet and flying a few yards into the air. Marisa leapt up after her, meeting her halfway down to grab her by the hair. Lara blinked back to her senses right before Marisa landed and shoved Lara down with her, smashing her huge tits down to get impaled on her planted knees.

Lara howled in pain, held and crushed into the rough impact before Marisa let go of her. Her boobs bounced right back and she landed on the mats, staring up dizzily as Marisa loomed over her. The broad shadow dropped down, planting her sweaty crotch over her face. The strong smell was enough to stun her, but the impact of all her weight sealed the deal.

“Go on. Worship your better, you glorified blowup doll,” Marisa gloated, flexing for the fans as she pulled Lara’s head between her legs encouragingly.

She grabbed a fistful of Lara’s long hair and pulled her mouth and nose into Marisa’s groin. She only wore a thong under her skirted armor, and smearing Lara’s face into it was enough to force it aside. Her nose and mouth were buried in her smooth, wet slit before the iron thighs closed around her head. Lara could only paw at the immovable leg muscles before she started to go limp, the Greek amazon humping her face while squeezing her neck in the head scissor. Lara’s eyes rolled back as she gurgled on Marisa’s juices. The thrill of the fight left the redhead cumming hard on her, squirting enough that Lara was blowing thick bubbles with the winner’s cum.

The footage swapped over to show Marisa herself, smirking fondly at the camera in a more mellow interview. She was apparently calm enough about it that she had shown up completely topless, her broad chest and big, muscular breasts in the open air.

“I have the same wishes as the audience. We both want the same thing: a good show, a hard fight, and to see one woman pummeled into the mats until she can do nothing but black out or surrender. Nothing is as beautiful as a woman when they have just been defeated or declared triumphant. I plan to give them much more of the latter, myself.”

Things snapped back to Coco.

“Marisa’s been on a hot streak, climbing to the ranks steadily like most of the other top wrestlers in the league. It’s not to say she’s undefeated, but even on that rare occasion, she left a powerful impression. That was during the Street Fighter Furies royal rumble, where she was eliminated last, but only after she took out FOUR other competitors!”

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The footage showed the large, chaotic ring full of fighting women. They grappled and leapt about, throwing and smashing into each other in all directions. Rivalries clearly bloomed among the fighters but Marisa being easily the tallest in the ring made her a common target. While Chun-Li and Poison clashed over their earlier feud, Cammy went flying off the turnbuckle and lashed her long legs around Marisa’s neck. They locked tightly into place, squeezing her thighs on her strong jaw.

“You’re going down, rookie,” Cammy grunted.

The British blond leaned back, putting on the pressure. Marisa’s face reddened but she flashed a wolfish smile.

“On you? Perhaps later, little one! But for now, we fight!” Marisa choked out.

She grinned and grabbed Cammy by her breasts, squeezing them hard and squashing them together. The former assassin went wide-eyed as they were used as handles to hoist her up in the air and spiked her head-first into the mats. Cammy’s eyes rolled and her legs weakened, but Marisa didn’t bother to escape from between them. She lifted Cammy back up, holding her groin against her face as she bit into her. Cammy shrieked as Marisa tore with her teeth, ripping the spandex open to expose her pussy. Marisa spat the material out and plunged her tongue deep into her, making Cammy cry out and arch her back. Marisa let her dangle in her grasp, eating her out to keep her limp and distracted until she held her out over the ropes. Cammy wailed and spasmed as she orgasmed, squirting hard enough that she fell right out of Marisa’s grip and out of the ring to eliminate her.

As soon as she was done letting her go, Kimberly slammed a flying dropkick into Marisa’s broad back muscles. It made her stumble, but it didn’t send her over the edge of the ring like she was hoping for. Marisa turned and scowled down at the much shorter girl.

“Whoops…”

“Whoops indeed. Come here, you!”

The footage became a rapid string of Marisa’s eliminations. `Kim got some hits in while outmaneuvering her before the Greek giantess caught her by her braids. She reeled her in for a knee to the belly that hit hard enough to rearrange her guts and spine in one go, spraying sweat and spit off the American. That alone was enough to drop her to her knees, coughing for air. Marisa knelt with her and palmed the black girl’s head, tearing off her own top and throwing it theatrically away. The audience’s cheers spiked as she exposed her muscular breasts and stuffed Kim into the sweaty cleavage. Her eyes rolled back as she struggled to breathe, quickly being breast smothered out. Juri and Laura launched an attack while she was still putting her out, stomping and kicking at her back while she was entangled.

“UGH! It’s rude… to interrupt,” Marisa snarled as she maintained her smothering bearhug on Kim.

The American ninja passed out just as Laura resorted to one of her secret weapons. She wound up a soccer kick but charged electrical ki into it before swinging the low blow in between Marisas legs. The big wrestler grunted and faltered, wincing as she flung the listless Kim aside. Her body tumbled under the ropes before turning back to glare at the interlopers.

“Well? You have my attention,” the topless powerhouse grunted, her groin smoking through her tattered leggings.

She threw herself into the melee, with Juri and Laura struggling to stick together with so many other bodies at work around them. Marisa herded them around with loping swings until they found themselves cornered by the heavy grappler. Juri’s eyes darted between the two of them and suddenly shoved Laura into Marisa’s grip.

“You’re up, bitch!” she insisted as the latina stumbled into Marisa’s dangerous grip.

“What the… you fuckin’ puta de AHHH~!”

The huge Greek woman already had her flying overhead in a slamming suplex. The rest of the women froze at the huge impact that left Laura shuddering and crumbling to the mats. Juri tried to make a break for it while she was busy, but Marisa lashed out with her legs and wrapped them around hers. As flexible as the Korean thug was, they were overpowered and whipped out from under her. Juri landed on her face as Marisa rose, bending them into knots until she screamed beneath her.

“Don’t start what you don’t think I’ll finish!” Marisa warned as she started to spin.

She whipped the screaming Juri around in a quick series of circles before hurling her high over the ropes. Juri crashed down somewhere a few rows out as Marisa turned to wade back into the thinning brawl.

Marisa spent a while brawling with Manon before she flipped back over the ropes to avoid a swing. Marisa barged in and bodily rammed her off the ring apron before turning back to face the other last woman standing; Rainbow Mika was huffing and leaning on her knees facing her down.

“Always happy to face another wrestler. Let’s do this!” Mika insisted, slapping her cheeks to fire herself up, drained after finally taking out Chun-Li herself.

Marisa panted and nodded, taking up her grappling stance. “It would be a pleasure.”

The two spent the next five minutes slamming and throwing each other around the ring with every move they had. Marisa had Rainbow Mika on the verge of tapping out (not that it would have eliminated her) with a leg lock, but she rose and drove a series of elbows into the Greek woman’s jaw to break herself free. Marisa stumbled back into the ropes where Mika got a running start and leapt into her Flying Peach, smacking her thonged ass into Marisa’s face. It rattled the big redhead, but when Mika reared back and came in for another, Marisa caught her leotard in a wedgie that lifted her off the mats.

“Lovely move! Don’t mind if I give it a try!”

Marisa slammed Mika’s back into the turnbuckle, just to plant her boots on the ropes and sit down high enough to squash Mika’s face under her ass on the top turnbuckle. Mika thrashed around and let out muffled cries as Marisa flexed for the crowd with her pinned under her ass. She finally bit into one muscular cheek hard enough to break free, and as soon as the powerhouse started to recoil Mika grabbed her by the thighs. Marisa struggled to hold the ropes and steady herself, keeping the masked wrestler from dumping her to the mats. After a few intense seconds of struggle, R Mika took her chances leaping off the edge of the ring instead! The kamikaze power bomb spiked Marisa into the mats around the ring a split second before she landed herself. The bell rang and it wasn’t until they announced Mika the winner that she realized it had worked.

Marisa rose and grabbed her by the arm, forcing the drained Mika up to her feet along with her. The busty blonde braced herself for some payback, but Marisa just cupped her face and planted a deep, long kiss on her lips. Mika’s eyes went wide and she blushed until Marisa popped her mouth back off with a string of spit between their mouths to show there was more than a little bit of tongue involved. Mika looked more dumbstruck than she had been from her wrestling moves as Marisa held up her arm, celebrating the victorious fighter.

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The footage bounced back to an unimpressed Lady Dimitrescu. The elegantly dressed champion wore her gold title belt around her thick waist, smoking her cigarette holder backstage.

“Don’t let appearances fool you. It takes more than being the tallest to become a champion. You need to be ruthless. You think that royal bimbo kept her belt for so long by playing fair and being the strongest? This meathead what’s-her-name is a flash in the pan. Mark my words.”

It cut back to Coco to continue her report.

“The big break came to her when she issued a challenge after defeating Darli Dagger. Apparently, Marisa knew she was heading for the top and decided to accelerate her advancement.”

The amazonian redhead stood with her boot planted on the muscular pirate’s abs as she held a microphone, clearly sweaty and half-dressed like she was after most of her fights.

“We all know I’m the next big thing in this league! I’m big all over! That’s why I’m through waiting. Let’s give the crowd what they want to see: me! Zarya! A match to see who’s the #1 contender so I can come gunning for that title next!”

Coco appeared in a miniature screen as the crowd went wild for the idea. “Zarya had become the number one contender in a recent turn of events. Tifa Lockheart used to hold the spot, but having been away on vacation in Italy for the last month, Zarya’s own streak of wins had inched past her in her absence. This led to the epic fight between two of the beefier women in the entire league at the next big event!”

The match was shown as a series of tremendous body slams and bending holds, testing each other’s power and endurance. There was plenty of both to go around as the pink-haired Russian clashed whole-heartedly against Marisa to defend her spot near the top of the ranks. They were constantly trying to lift and smash the other back down, putting each other through backbreakers and constantly testing their strength with each other. The weightlifter had Marisa completely over her head in a gorilla press at one point, her thick muscles bulging with effort but still charging into a corner and spiking Marisa’s head into the post. Her helmet of hair still seemed to protect her as the redhead got back up and hoisted Zarya up in a torture rack, trying to bend the thick Ruskie’s back across her shoulders. Zarya screamed in her ear while she demanded her submission, but Zarya landed some elbows to her head that finally made her let go.

Both were sweating buckets by the end, both fighters barely able to get to their knees before they started swinging at each other. Marisa drove a hard, deep punch into Zarya’s abs, caving the muscular stomach beneath her fists. The bodybuilder crumpled into Marisa, leaning on her sweaty shoulder and drooling breathlessly. She still managed to wind up and slam her own gut-buster into Marisa’s abs, rearranging the toned tummy with her punch. Marisa’s spit and sweat sprayed over her but she repaid it with another, leaving the two women too exhausted to do anything but beat the hell out of each other as their big powerful breasts leaned on each other.

Zarya’s blows started to come slower and weaker as her reserves gave out. Soon she was only landing one for every two that Marisa pounded into her bruised up abs. Tears started to mix with Zarya’s sweat and saliva as her proud muscles finally started to quit. Marisa saw the weakness and drove a knee up, spiking it into Zarya’s breast. The bruised up tit bounced into her chest, making her flop back as Marisa caught her by the hair before she could go down. The massive Greek woman kissed her fist with a weary smirk.

“A kiss goodnight in return for your spot,” Marisa panted.

She then drove her mighty fist low and deep, hammering it up to the wrist into Zarya’s pussy. The Russian screamed bloody murder in her husky voice, arching upright as her tits flopped up into her chin and back down. Her pussy sprayed like a malfunctioning faucet, soaking the mats beneath her as her clit was bashed into her pelvis. Her eyes and mouth were frozen in a shocked gawk, blacking out from the massive low blow with her eyes still open. Marisa rose up, lifting her with her exhausted arms to hold Zarya up like a trophy, muscled arms bulging and veiny with effort but clearly paying tribute to her hulking trophy of a loser as the bell rang.

“THAT BELT IS OURS!” Marisa bellowed, attributing it to the audience as much as herself.

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Coco whistled and casually adjusted her panties beneath her overalls.

“And there you have it! In one hot streak, Marisa has risen to the 2nd spot in the league! She’s set to challenge the champion later this month, and we’ll see what happens when two of our newer combatants clash at the top of the ranks. We’ll have to see how it goes since all the fans are dying to see. Before we go, we actually managed to get a hold of the original champ, Princess Peach, for a comment. After that, good night and good fight, everybody!”

The footage shifted over to Princess Peach in a locker room. She was in her pink wrestling gear, a towel around her neck. Her hair had started to grow back out since she had it cut short by Dimitrescu’s defeat, but not its full original length. She looked thoughtful, having humbled herself significantly from the cheating champ she once was and trying pretty successfully to build up her skills and reputation.

“It’s impressive, really. Marisa’s making a lot of noise really quickly… which sounds like how the current champ got to the top. Maybe the belt’s meant to change hands more often like this to keep things interesting. Maybe people want one strong champ who can stay at the top all the time. If you ask me, though…”

Peach scowled as she smirked. “I hope the new girl beats the CRAP out of that fat-titted zombie.”