Araneae, meet Leporidae (Hawthorne and LunarOcean)

Standard/Hentai Match
Victory condition: 3-count pinfall, submission, knock out, or cumming.

For some reason, Linh found herself thinking moreso about the promoter's choice of entrance music than the actual thought of thrashing and being thrashed by another woman for maybe 30 or so minutes. The human mind sometimes did strange things while under pressure, the sort that made the world around oneself feel surreal in a slow, disconnected way. She knew the routine from experience; hold your head up high, wait a few moments for the smoke to clear and lights to silhouette oneself, drop your arms from the pose, and stride towards the ring. Not too strongly and not too daintily, with the hip-swaying understated and the jiggling as well. Throw the odd glance or two at the entranced fangirl or boy, a wink at one of them for good luck, and get in the ring.

She was probably overthinking things, shutting out the more down to earth, bubbly parts of her personality for an eyegrabbing gait, one that commanded authority and suggested control and sassiness. It went quite well with the decent, bassy, crooning pop music the staff had chosen. For a few moments she was dreading that bouncy "wob wob" nonsense that everyone under the age of 30 seemed to be into.

As she approached the ring, she turned to face the crowd, back against the ropes, the white lights travelling like hungry, illuminating figures over her toned body. It was a simple black bikini with gold trims she wore, a few spider-web designs here and there, seeming to just be able to contain her voluptuous chest. Slowly, her head dipped over the top rope, her body bending further and further, until her legs went over in a perfect flip. It was simple but the crowd loved it; she knew that some of the smarter ones could tell she was doing it for more than titillation.

After all, she had shown off some of her deadliest weapons; her long and powerful legs. Slim, dexterous, and well experienced, she'd be counting on them to do some serious damage. Showing off her similarly disciplined body didn't hurt as well. Going over to her corner, she leaned and awaited her opponent with a small but noticeable smirk.

Rabbit vs. Spider, huh? Lia had not put much thought to the match. She had had enough practice in this business that the walk down the ramp felt normal to her. It was her first hentai match, but you could still win through pinfall or submission, which was fine for Lia. She had a great deal of experience in carnal matters with other women, but never in a competitive context. This was new, a little fun, and kinda scary, but Lia brushed all that aside. To her, it was a standard match with a bit more cuddling, a bit less clothing, and all the usual ass-kicking she was sure to bring to the table. She was no stranger to sex but... competitive sex in a public setting? That was an altogether new experience.

When her music hit, Lia stepped out onto the ramp, firing two finger guns at nothing in particular before blowing on them and sliding them into the sides of her violet bikini bottoms. She straightened the top of her bikini, stretched her legs a bit (Mostly to show off her firm but lovely figure), and she ran down the ramp in a sprint, her trademark rabbit ears bouncing as she ran, landing on the apron in a quick bound. Turning to the audience, she blew a few air kisses before sliding under the bottom rope just slowly enough to give a certain section of the crowd a teasing horizontal view of Lia's assets before hopping in the ring.

She turned to meet her foe and immediately noticed Linh's statuesque legs. "Wow. Nice." Lia made no bones about leering. The buzz of slight arousal was almost as helpful as alcohol to get the inhibitions to shut up. Suddenly she felt a lot fewer butterflies about this. This woman may as well have been carved out of marble. Lia was impressed (Of course, there was no way anyone else was hotter than Lia. That just couldn't happen, but the spider girl was close.). She donned a cute grin and finally looked Linh in the eye, waving playfully, "Hiya. How's it going?" It was as good a start as any.

Immediately, Linh had an idea of what Lia was like. It was surprising how much a bit less than over 30 seconds could tell her about this energetic, confident figure who set the crowd aflame with wild cheers. She was on a different end of the spectrum as far as sexual charisma went; bubbly, cheery, and quite playful as opposed to Linh's more understated and exotic mystique. She seemed a little unsure of herself but maybe it was just the howl of the audience, impatient to see what was coming next.

At her compliment, Linh took a deep bow, arms off to one side. Her dark orange eyes almost glowed but it was more of how well they contrasted her hair. The stare itself wasn't intimidating - inspecting if anything, like a hidden tonge licking up every inch of her opponent's body. Linh said little initially, holding the bow for a second longer than would be expected, before she returned to her height, equivalent to that of Lia. In response to the question, she kept on that smile that while it seemed polite, looked positively hungry.

"I am quite fine this night. Energized, you might say." Her words came out with a strange foreign accent. It was difficult to tell if it was that one would associate with a husky Frenchwoman in a smoky bar starring in a black and white noir film or a very confident Southeast Asian woman who hadn't quite gotten over her ESL shortcomings. "You are quite a bright sight, when you walked down the ramp."

The referee snapped her fingers and the bell rung, the audience's roars rising and falling sharply.

Linh immediately strode forward, confident but not overwhelmingly so. She looked like she was ready to crouch, her stance not quite formal and her hands slowly raising. Like some creature that was preparing to transition from calm to a hunting state, she moved towards the centre of the ring and her bunny opponent.

"We started matches with a docking where I'm from," She mentioned rather casually, her body language at odds with her calm voice. "I wonder, do you AFW women have traditions of your own~?"

Linh's sultry gaze, that perfect bow, that smile... She had such a mystique and confidence. Lia practically FELT her eyes examining every curve of her body. She exuded danger, sensuality. It gave Lia goosebumps.

Lia already liked this woman.

"Why, thank you. You're quite a sight yourself." Lia cooed. She stepped forward to meet Linh in the middle of the ring, their chests only a hair's breadth apart. Lia's eyes staring deeply into Linh's. "I can't speak for the AFW women, but I think that sounds like a lovely tradition." It probably was not a wise move but the offer was too enticing to pass up. Lia's sultry smile faded a bit to a pensive furrowing of the brow, "Is there a trick to it... or... do we just... step closer?"

Linh thought she could see hairs rising on Lia's neck and she couldn't hold back a light smile. It's said that if your opponents were psyched, you had already won half of the battle. Taking the initiative, she took a slight step forward, the tips of their breasts just grazing so slightly against one another. She looked into Lia's eyes with a very welcoming, calm gaze.

"Are you so nervous at the mere meeting of our womanly pride, lapin?" The way she pronounced the last word (French for bunny) made it almost seem like she was questioning a nervous student. She slowly moved her chest left and right, not quite pressing on Lia but definitely feeling something much nicer than mere fabric. "I had heard one of your finishers involved a similar degree of intimacy..."

She let her words hang as she raised her up her hands, palms facing the rabbit girl. Slowly, she brought them closer, stretched out to her sides in a "T" position. She was offering a lockup while gently cresting her pair on the somewhat unsure bunny's.

A gentle sigh escaped Lia's lips as their breasts met. Lia's rabbit ears quivered with anticipation. A smile crossed Lia's lips. "Nervous? Never." Lia winked at Linh as she reached out, entwining her fingers with Linh's. "Okay, maybe a tiny scoche, but not because of you. My first time where fucking a girl is the express purpose of why I'm out here rather than it just happening." Lia stepped in, pressing her body against Linh's has their soft chests dug into each other. Lia's firm midriff met Linh's and their womanhoods just barely grazed each other. "It's... a slight change but, man, it changes your outlook." Lia's voice dropped to a breathy whisper, her warm moist exhalations caressing Linh's lips. Lia leaned in, unable to resist putting a soft kiss on Linh's cheek, "Don't think I'm not gonna take you after I beat you down though." She purred playfully.

Did those ears, those clearly fake cheap fetish pieces, just start twitching? Linh's face flashed surprise and confusion for a brief second before the dangerous Bond girl look returned. Maybe it was just some sort of wiring inside of it, right?

"Mmmm, so who will be the one making the love and who shall be receiving it?" Linh let that question hang as she leaned forward to press her own orbs downwards onto Lia's. She put on a playful smile as she jiggled them left and right, lightly boxing the rabbit's respectable pair downwards as if she was playing hand-drums. As she rose to stroke them upwards, momentarily exposing their more sensitive undersides to Lia's chest, she closed her eyes. That hardbody of her's, oh, it was so fine. Her own was a puzzle piece and the way those armour-like abs just seemed to press on all the right spots was heavenly.

Funny, that should be cheating - using your abs in a breast-off. She felt a little envious, even if Linh went for a more compact and lithe form. Inhaling and causing her own stomach to press out just a bit, she attempted to move her breasts down over Lia's so their nipples would be facing, pushing all the while with her abs as well. She wanted to have a full taste of what this living fetish could offer, even if she was sure Lia had a definite advantage in strength. Did she have finesse however?

Pressing forward, Linh began to undulate her chest left and right. This was intended to distract Lia as she slyly moved a foot behind her's before trying to lock it at the back of her ankle, pulling bck and hoping to take her down to the mat.

Lia's eyes fluttered shut as Linh's chest expertly rubbed against her own. "Me... and you. In that order," she whispered, her eyes alight, a seductive smile across her face. A soft gasp escaped her lips as Linh played Lia's breasts upward slightly, and more on instinct than anything else Lia shifted inward, seeking more, craving more, driving her nipples into the undersides of Linh's lovely chest.

The Vietnamese girl moved with such grace, such skill. Lia was straightforward, strong, energetic. Linh was subtle, seductive, and full of guile. Lia pressed in, feeling every inch of Linh's flesh against her own. So caught up in their contest, Lia did not notice Linh's foot moving for the trip. "Eep!" Lia yelped as Linh tripped her up, sending her to the mat.

"Oh~? Is that so...?" She murmured, her poofy breasts suffering a quite pleasant underside massage. They contrasted one another so well like an interlplay of hard and soft, one molding to the other which forcefully pushed in demanding more. Alas, all good things had to come to an end.

A split second later and both girls were falling onto the ring. Lia first, and then Linh, in that order. Falling right on top of her, Linh giggled, causing her belly to rub inconsistently up onto Lia's. Her own breasts, while softer, had gravity on their side and squished hard in a "breast drop", flattening down onto Lia's. She had to hold back a pant and some witty dialogue. Tempted as she was to start the foreplay talk. she decided she could give it a shot from a safer position.

Sliding her toned body up Lia's (and making sure to bump her own pair over the bunny's once more for good luck), she stopped when her crotch would be in Lia's face. She would then attempt to wrap her legs around her neck and head area, attempting to get her into a facesit and head scissor combo, all the while rubbing her mound left and right onto her face!

Lia slammed into the mat hard and Linh came down quite quickly after. The bunny girl felt the impact of Linh's chest driving into her own shortly before she felt the rest of Linh slam into her. Huffing in pain, she groaned as she felt Linh's body slide across her own. The friction stirred warning bells in Lia's head and she almost, ALMOST reacted in time to stop Linh but she quickly found herself trapped between Linh's legs. Lia's eyes shot wide, her rabbit ears jolting in pain. Linh's legs squeezed like vices. Lia's head was hard but she knew she could not take this sort of treatment for long and hope to win this fight. Plus, only that thin fabric separated her from getting a face full of Linh's womanhood. "Mmf!" Lia grunted as she tried to bring her arms to bear to relieve the pressure on her head. Still lucid enough to think despite being thoroughly up in Linh's business at this point, she thrust her legs up, attempting to kick Linh from behind in hopes of dislodging this hold.