Tap Out, Knock Out, Fap Out - Tsuki-hime vs Linh Vuong

Tap Out, Knock Out, Fap Out Match
Victory condition: Make the other wrestler submit, KO, or orgasm

The arena's lights went off as a familar[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQn5lN3GSjc:1qj8rvfv]theme[/url:1qj8rvfv] began to play on the speakers. Cheers began to erupt from the audiences as they recognized the music, and soon enough, the self claimed princess known as Azami or Tsuki-hime appeared on the entrance, illuminated by a white spot light from above. Wearing a pink kimono and a pair of pink ribbons on her head, the blue haired girl went through her usual entrance act, covering half her face with her fan until she climbed the ring from the corner. After she slipped herself in, Azami waved and smiled to the fans for a bit before she went to her corner to take off her kimono.

Under her cover was a [url=http://i.imgur.com/RgROX.jpg:1qj8rvfv]dark, short traditional Japanese clothing[/url:1qj8rvfv] that she hadn't use for a while since she kept getting matches with swimsuit as dress code. It's a nice change for once in a while. Handing her kimono and fan to the staff, Azami then rested herself on the turnbuckle as she waited for her would be opponent to arrive.

Tonight, she's going to face a newcomer, but that wasn't a reason to be relaxed. Just because someone was new to AFW, it didn't mean that they're new to wrestling as well. From what she gathered, this Linh girl looked pretty hot, and that made her curious just how good her would be opponent was. This should be fun, the self claimed princess thought to herself.

An intermittent electronic pulse and the darkening of the lights signalled Linh's arrival. The cheering wasn't as loud as for Azami given that the blonde was a newcomer but she carried herself with enough confidence to have been a veteran of the league. Dressed in her usual black bikini with its white spiderweb designs, the short haired woman strode into the ring with a slight bounce in her step as the lights returned, smiling as the hundreds of eyes feasted on her succulent form. At the ring's edge, she leaped and angled her body to the side, grabbing the top rope and flipping over, long legs flashing with tensed light-reflecting muscle. It was simple and elegant, followed by an alluring wink to Azami.

She didn't know much about Azami, other than she was fairly well experienced and leaned more towards hentai, perhaps with some solid submission talent. She looked youthful, cutely compact, but covered up well for a hentai match. Perhaps that would be the surprise - unravelling that fine komono. Arms outstretched on the upper ropes, legs crossed, she eyed her up and down with that cat-like gaze, occasionally trading glances with her.

*Ding!*

The bell rung and she pushed off the ropes, sauntering over to the centre of the ring. She was more than prepared for a fight, but her sensual movements did not come off as very aggressive. Stopping near the centre, she raised her hands as if offering them for a test of strength. At the same time, she pressed her chest out and let its impressive size bounce.

"A docking, if you would be so kind~" She teased with that strong, velvety smooth accent. "Consider it another way of saying hello wher I am from."

It wasn't how all matches back in her leagues had begun, but it wasn't uncommon for them to begin with a different, bustier test of strength to signal a match's beginning.

The wink didn't go unnoticed by Azami, who watched every seconds of her would be opponent's entrance act. She smiled and winked back, her eyes trailing up and down to check Linh out just like the girl did to her. This was going to be fun indeed. Azami had met plenty of sexy girls here, but the acrobatic type like Linh was quite a rare sight.

As the bell rang, the self claimed princess proceed to the center of the ring as well, walking in a sensual, yet elegant manner to provide a little contrast to her opponent. Seeing the lock up invitation, Azami didn't immediately accepted it. The blonde was slightly taller than her, so she might have a little physical advantage. That aside, however, it didn't seem like it's going to be a mismatch. The bouncing breasts of the blonde did give her an incentive to accept the request.

"A greeting, huh? Then it'd be rude for me to decline, no?" Azami smiled as she slipped her fingers to entangle them with Linh's, before arching her back to lightly bump her breasts to her opponent's. "Ready when you are, Linh-san."

Once the blonde started to push her, Azami would do the same, although she'd save some of her strength to test the water first.

Azami made merely walking to her opponent a display in and of itself. Linh couldn't deny that the wrestlers of AFW had style. Azami looked slightly reluctant but Linh knew she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation for long. As Azami stopped, Linh's tongue slid across her lower lip as she moved her arms forward, interlacing fingers with the younger wrestler, squeezing tightly and moving both their arms out to the side. Their chests would be the main star of the show here after all.

"Show me what you're packing beneath those robes, Azami." Linh had one foot forward and the other back, spread slightly to stay stable. Linh's breasts were quite large, molding over Azami's more compact pairs until the inner flesh of the breasts stopped their push. She lowered her stance and chest, rubbing down and attempting to nick her nipples onto her's to see if she could sensually stun or distract her. She let out a long, satisfied breath at her, quite pleased at what she was encountering.

At the same time, she would push forward with her palms, attempting to keep Azami on the defensive.

Despite both of them still wearing clothes, Azami let out a soft gasp as her breasts were mashed with Linh's, and her footing almost slipped. It was distracting enough, but the self claimed princess had experienced a way more erotic opening than this. She steadied herself, attempting to hold her ground at the very least and even pushing back whenever possible. Gradually she began to add more strength to her pushing, while also grinding herself lightly to resist Linh's attempt to dominate their tit fights.

"Ah, you're not too bad, Linh-san..." she moaned. "But this alone wouldn't be enough to beat me..."

The blue haired girl smiled confidently as she pushed harder and harder. Occasionally, however, she would back away purposely to humor the rookie, while also hoping to give the blonde a false sense of security by pretending that she was the one who's being pushed away.

Linh's sight darted just in time to see Azami stumble in the slightest. It wasn't enough to be an opening but it made Linh feel a bit more confident. She might be more experienced with this league but she had her weak spots. Linh was hoping her's wouldn't show. Taking a step forward in response to Azami's increasing strength. Linh swayed her chest left and right, panting with each stroke as she mashed her pair dutifully, their noses nearly touching.

"Mmmm, pleasant words," She replied, her voice a contended whisper. "Can you back them up, princess?" She hoped she didn't sound too sarcastic but she was just playing along, going with the flow.

Her opponent however didn't seem to be easily incited or fooled. More than a few times she would suddenly back away, causing Linh to hastily hop and push to keep up. This caused their breasts on occasion to disconnect before slapping back together, making Linh's chest sweaty. The next time she attempted that, Linh would suddenly go low and push up with arms and body. Her tits would slap up against Azami's near their more sensitive undersides while she would attempt to physically overpower her, Linh's arms flaring with power.

"Mmm... Certainly..." Azami purred from Linh's swaying motion that amplify the assault on her breasts. "All in due time..."

Just as she was about to do her pulling away, the blonde suddenly lowered herself and battered the under side of her breasts instead, almost causing the princess to lose her balance. Instead of pretending to be pushed back, Azami was actually being overpowered this time, and yet she still smiled confidently. Realizing that she might not be able to turn this around, the blue haired girl opted to pull an advanced tactical retreat. She stopped resisting all of a sudden and leaned backwards, hoping for Linh to take the bait and push her all the way to sent her falling onto her back with an exaggerated yelp.

That was just halfway of her real plan, however. Azami wanted to be downed, so she could attempt to wrap her legs around the waist of the blonde and gave it a firm squeeze while still holding the girl's hands. Linh could have all the glory in winning their lockup, but it's Azami who's going to trap her opponent should her plan work smoothly.

She'd won the lock-up! Her lovely opponent yelped but didn't crumble. It took Linh a quick moment to realize but she purposefully fallen back and decided that Linh would be joining her! Funny, she was being taken by a strategy she herself had used more than a few times on occasion! There was a dull thud as Azami's back met the mat, Linh's rack squashing onto it. She saw Azami's body shift and her abs flex, but in the midst of attempting to pull back, the scissor motion of her legs snapped shut! The dull slapping sound of legs on abs had signalled who the real winner of the initial lock up was.

Mentally she shouted at herself but there was no use complaining over spilt milk. She winced as they clamped tight over her sides. However, she wasn't going to fall forward herself either. Digging her heels into the ground, she grunted in a rather unladylike way as she pulled back. It wasn't enough to break the hold but she wanted to keep her arms out of Azami's reach. In the meantime, she grabbed where the connected with her flesh, flexing to try and resist their force. Attempting to pry them open, moreso to lessen the squeezing force than escape, she kept an eye on her, trying to think of a way to turn this around.

"I should have seen that coming, aha!" She chuckled, her teeth not quite gritting together.

"Maybe you should~" Azami teased with a sly grin as she trapped Linh with the scissor. "It's funny how most people would fall to this quite easily..."

The blonde started to fight back as expected, and the princess would try to keep her opponent squeezed as long as she could. A little game on top of that wouldn't hurt, though, so Azami would loosen her legs grip a little at times, only to clamp them tight again to mess with Linh. Her mischievous expression should be a dead give away that she was doing this on purpose.

She probably couldn't hold her opponent forever, but as long as she got to weaken the sexy Linh, then that's all what she needed. Azami felt that given the chance, the blonde could be just as dangerous as some of the opponents she had faced before. The girl was strong and had no problem to use her sensuality, after all, so it's important for her to keep Linh in check as often as she could.

Just as Linh thought she might be ready to let go, she clamped down again over her stomach. Linh's core compressed under her squeeze and she winced; the younger girl's legs were stronger than she thought! She twisted left and right, attempting to throw her off balance, but noticed that her intermittent clamping could present an opening. The next time she upped the pressure, Linh threw on a grimace, eyes closed and teeth clenched as she fell backwards, her back almost touching Azami's ankles.

The second Azami let up, Linh sprung into action. Twisting around to face Azami's right leg, she wrapped both hands around her ankle and twisted it outwards, pulling it out of the hooking position it had with her other foot. At the same time, she bent her legs against the ground and kicked off, attempting to push herself out of the scissor. She would continue to pull the leg as she moved to Azami's right, wrapping her own legs around it in a [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/00/Sambo-ankle-lock.jpg/250px-Sambo-ankle-lock.jpg:1172ehnw]straight ankle lock from the side[/url:1172ehnw]!

She threw her hair around as she smiled at Azami, her silky legs adding a sensual squeeze to her captured limbs. Slowly her meaty thighs slid and rubbed onto her's, focusing on where their thighs kissed. Pleasure was most poignant when it contrasted something painful.