Les Femmes Fatales - Jiayi (debut match) VS. Isabella

"Tap out or Fap out" - cumming, KO, or submission results in victory.

It was a very hot, steamy day out in the beginning of summer. Even with all the fans and ice packs freely distributed, the bleachers and the crowd residing in them soon smelled of sweat. For the blue-cloaked woman walking down the ramp, the heat must have been even worse. The shimmering material conducted heat as well as it absorbed and a thin layer of gas was starting to rise. As her half traditional, half electronic semi-folk music began to amble along, the woman began to walk. It was slow at first before turning into a fierce stride, and as the music hit a crescendo, she spun.

Off came the robes, splitting into tens of great shawls and ribbons, all travelling like kites to disperse into the crowd. Standing before them was a tall woman, the same height as some of the lighter heavies. Yet she was not particularly bulky or toned. There were curvaceous slopes and hints of tensed muscle around the ridges but they were almost camouflaged, half-hidden like an assassin's knives that were ready to strike. As she moved towards the ring, deliberately unacknowledging of the crowd, she swayed and glided to a rhythm of her own. The horizontal "8" shape in her shoulder length hair seemed to agree with whatever she was thinking, enthusiastically bouncing up and down. In spite of her voluptuos bust and plentiful thighs, she had little jiggling.

The blue latex-like bikini set that clung to her did not seem particularly skimpy; just right for her size, restraing her ample gifts but giving them their occasions to jiggle to and fro. With the careful air of a theatrical performer, she danced off to her own corner of the ring, teasing her fingers just at the edges of the female referee's cheeks. Rather than leaning against it, she took a spot on the top of the corner, legs crossed and arms holding on to the edges. Perched so regally, she looked as if she owned the ring. Given her wrestling record and history, she might just this sunny afternoon.

Winter had passed and now summer was upon Japan, meaning that for the first time in months the AFW had opened their beach facility up for matches and what better way to signal in the new season than to pit an ice queen up against a newcomer. Or so that was what Isabella figured had run through the various minds at the AFW office who scheduled matches. The woman with hair as white as her namesake had a few choice words she wished to share with them if she ever tracked one of these simpletons down but for today she would enjoy the opportunity given to her, teaching this Jiayi just what the AFW was all about.

As the song "I Burn" began to play over the loud speakers the entrance curtains slid aside revealing a royal throne with Isabella sitting upon it, her legs crossed in front of her with her hands resting upon her knees, her signature smirk upon her lips as she took in the sight of Jiayi sitting atop one of the corners of the ring. A thin layer of sweat glistened upon her pale skin in the light of the sun high up overhead, Isabella forgoing a robe in this heat and instead allowing the gathered fans and her opponent to get a good look at her gladiator inspired garb without any flashy reveal.

Shaking her head as if disappointed in what she saw Isabella then rose from her chair, reaching behind her back to unclasp her leather corset which fell away leaving Isabella dressed in a bikini the same coor of her hair, the latex seemingly glued to her skin from how tight it was against her body, allowing only the gentlest of bouncing as she proceeded down the entrance ramp. She climbed up the steps to the corner across from the one Jiayi now sat, glancing once at the woman before she grabbed onto the top rope with one hand and stepped up onto the middle turnbuckle, thrusting her free hand up into the air in a tightly clenched fist just as her music hit a faster tempo. She turn back to Jiayi, locking eyes with the woman while smiling brightly all the while, challenging the woman without saying so much as a word before she dropped down into the ring.

Jiayi liked this girl's style already; she reminded her a lot of a younger her, still wrestling and tussling in seedy clubs. It seemed they even preferred a similar code of dress and made the same silent signs. She did not smile, continuing to watch er with a hawk-like gaze before she descended. Isabella was of nearly equal height as her, nearly as curvaceous, and she could tell she was a confident one who'd already made up this match's outcome in her head. Casually strolling towards her, swaying left and right, she stopped short of making physical contact.

She considered saying a few choice words, but decided she wanted to see how long this game of moody stares and sensual body language could go on. As the bell rung, she leaned forward to directly press he chest into Isabella's. Her own mounds were around the same size, moulding partially to the shape of Isabella's before their firmer inner cores made sure they stayed in shape. She raised her arms up, offering a lock-up, but she was just as prepared to smack her in the side of the head if she wished to break up this quiet game of hidden meanings.

Slowly rubbing left and right, before attempting to rub on the sensitive underboob, her lips curved very subtly but this close, it wasn't hard to see it for the expectant smile it was.

Isabella had dealt with a series of pretenders since arriving in the AFW nearly two years ago, some calling themselves queens while others merely proclaimed their superiority, and today she was set to face yet another woman who fit that description. From first glance Isabella could see this Jiayi suffered from no lack of self confidence, carrying herself more like a veteran than any rookie she had ever seen and given her age she had a feeling this was by no means her first time in the squared circle. Looking over the woman Isabella was reminded of another newcomer to the AFW named Odessa, an admittedly gorgeous woman who had given Isabella more trouble than she had liked and if Jiayi was anything like her she was going to have her hands full.

Before she could approach Jiayi for a bit of pre match intimidation the woman beat her to it, Isabella smirking to hide her annoyance that this woman was playing the very same game she was. She expected her to say something, perhaps take a stab at her pride or try to provoke her to early action, but instead Jiayi remained silent leaving the only talk between them purely physical as they exchanged probing stares.

Once the bell rang neither woman hesitated, proving just how like minded they were as each leaned forward mashing their impressive breasts together for what was the first but certainly not last time of the match. Isabella was not one to be intimidated but neither was Jiayi it seemed as both woman pressed firmly against the other, grinding their tits together in a duel which quickly turned into a stalemate. Isabella became the first to do anything but glare as she smirked upon seeing Jiayi's hands raise, the white haired woman matching her as she brought her hands up and interlaced her fingers with her opponent's own. Almost immediately she began to push down upon Jiayi's arms, her lips remaining curled upward in a wide grin as she brought her strength to bear.

Isabella's breasts had found an ample match in Jiayi's, pressing and flattening out practically in equivalence. She wasn't impressed in spite of her youthfulness or fitness; if anything her cocksure smile seemed to suggest she thought the white haired beauty was routine if anything. Her own breasts were quite large and firm, easily capable of smushing down a smaller woman's but here she wasn't attempting to overpower Isabella. As Isabella joined hands with her, she pushed back but more importantly, leaned forwards. While she was fairly strong especially for her age and body type, she wasn't overwhelmingly so. This close up, Isabella could smell the intermingling of sweat and oil, see the slightly darker shades where it stained her skin, and gaze back into those evening blue eyes.

"It appears I have been greeted by royalty for my debut..." Her words came out like a serpent's slide; quiet and calculating whilst brilling with a feral regality. She had to lean forward to accomodate for the slight difference in height. "I do hope you can entertain your usurper for the night. Jiayi, dear."

She wasn't exactly in a position to shake hands. Instead, she slid her breasts downwards, producing a fiery sensation as her impressive mounds found their opponents' sensitive undersides. Raising herself up, she would use her ample chest to not only rub up Isabella's but lift it up wiht raw voluptuousness and upper body strength. The slipperiness, fleshiness, and weight of Isabella's would likely cause them to slide outwards and donwards, likely getting her horny quite a bit. At the same time, she would be attempting to twist her opponent's arms donwards to their sides, intent on controlling the breast game.

Isabella wasn't sure just what Jiayi here had thought she was going to be facing for her debut match but if her smirk was any indication it was a submissive she could push around at her leisure, someone who would be in awe of her tits and unable to stand against them in a tit to tit battle. Well Isabella was only too happy to disappoint her, her ample bosom providing quite the match for Jiayi's as both women watched their mounds mash together with neither pair able to dominate the other. It was a bit of a surprise for Isabella, her mask of confidence that bordered on arrogance slipping just a little as this rookie held her own, but with no intention of backing down from this duel Isabella put her mask back on and simply watched as her breasts slid about searching to greet Jiayi's nipples with her own through the fabric of their bikinis.

As Jiayi spoke Isabella shifted her gaze from their tits to the woman's eyes, replying to her little jest with a booming laugh that could be heard by the audience member furthest from the action. "Indeed you have Jiayi! It is your honor to stand before the Northern Queen Isabella Snow, and it will be your honor as well to be my toy for the evening. Perhaps if you're good I won't abuse you...too much." She replied answering Jiayi's confidant words with strong ones of her own.

It was then the real game seemed to begin as Jiayi showed some skill by using her shorter stature to her advantage, managing to sneak her breasts underneath the heavy mounds of Isabella before pushing up to grind against their soft undersides. Isabella exhaled deeply as her tits were pushed upwards, chuckling then even as her breasts began to heat up from the sensual rubbing against their exposed flesh. "Seems you know your way around a superior pair of breasts...thats good for you will need that tonight if you wish to keep me entertained." Isabella said jokingly only for her amusement to fade upon feeling Jiayi pulling downwards on her arms.

Not one to be out matched in such a way Isabella offered just enough resistance to slow the descent of her arms before suddenly gripping hard and yanking downwards and back on Jiayi's hands while she brought her left knee rocketing upwards towards the flat stomach of Jiayi.

"Oh do be careful what you wish for; you might find yourself trapped beneath it~"

Jiayi knew she'd won the breast duel the second she saw a flash of movement beneath their battling breasts. She would jerked back but Isabella was smart, yanking down on her arms and bringing her knee into her stomach. The impact rocked her abdomen and its smooth abs, making her hop from the impact. She coughed out, face nuzzling against the tits of Isabella, before breaking from the hold and stumbling away. It had been a clever move and she smirked her way through a wince. Isabella might have been prideful but while it didn't show, Jiayi suspected that she might also be a bit more pragmatic and practical than her arrogant airs suggsted.

That was one more thing they had in common.

"Clever clever, to disengage from a rather asymmetrical confrontation..." She spoke, recovering her breath and lifted her head, looking down at her with that showy burlesque pose of her's. "Surely not a little quick to cancel what was otherwise a most sultry meeting."

She wasn't going to live down Isabella's break from what had been a "duel" of sorts. To be fair though, she likely would have done the same, but she wasn't advertised as a heel for nothing. She drew back, her pants lighter, opening her arms to dare Isabella to follow it up.

Isabella couldn't keep herself from shouting out as she drove her knee deep into the toned stomach of Jiayi, hitting with so much force she managed to lift the woman up off of her feet for a moment. The crowd could be heard coming alive as they all gasped at the sight of such a powerful blow delivered in the midst of what had been a very equal battle between each woman's luscious pair of tits, making it obvious to Isabella she had caught both them and Jiayi off guard with her change in tactics, a fact that delighted her to no end.

"Oh whats wrong? If you wanted a closer look all you had to do was ask it of your queen." Isabella said smugly when it appeared Jiayi was having trouble standing, the woman's face nestled in her tits which Isabella saw fit to rub slowly back and forth over her face until she stumbled away.

Isabella wasn't surprised when Jiayi pulled herself back together for a quick retort, it was the same thing she would have done had their positions been reversed. That didn't mean she was just going to stand there and let the woman make such a claim without an answer however, such insolence required a reply after all. "The only thing asymmetrical here was you Jiayi dear, I merely wanted to spare you the humiliation of having your breasts squashed by my superior pair, why I could even see yours sagging just now underneath the pressure." She answered with a smirk and a laugh only to see Jiayi throw her arms wide as if in invitation to the Northern Queen.

Not one to turn down such an open challenge Isabella charged forward, throwing her arm out to the side for a clothesline only to then duck low to run underneath Jiayi's right arm, bouncing her back off the ropes to come at Jiayi from behind with her hands clasped together for a clubbing blow to the back of the woman's head.

Jiayi's stomach burned but she kept her head in the game. She trailed her tongue between both of the breasts, giving one of them a quick suckle and kiss before she snaked away. The crowd had thought otherwise but Jiayi wasn't giving up her mask of pretentious nonchalance. In a way wrestling was just as theatrical as it was physical and Jiayi had to know how to play her role even under great stress, most of which was coming from her stomach. Her eyes travelled around the aisles before she called out very loudly. "Is the game of haphazard denial and excuse starting so early? My my, how hasty; save it for when you're a mewling mess before my feet~"

It was hard to tell how serious Isabella was. Back in Aphrodite Productions there was a marked boundary between stage performance and attitude, but you generally needed some degree of the latter to genuinely portray the former. Jiayi was assuming she was primarily genuine attitude with little care for theatrics.

As she charged her way, Jiayi instinctively ducked at the last moment... which put both of them into a situation neither of them were likely thinking about beforehand. Both of them had ducked but Jiayi's right arm had ended up catching itself against Isabella's waist and presumably causing her to stumble and fall forwards. At the same time, Isabella's arm might have smacked against Jiayi's collarbone area, bringing her to the mat as well. It wasn't exactly the most ideal of situations but Jiayi knew she had to make the most of it. She would not resist the force of the blow, falling onto her back. However with the flashes of speed like a black mamba on the prowl, she would atempt to spin her body around, getting out her arm from under the younger woman and trapping one arm under an armpit, [url=http://www.purolove.com/images/moves/gotoshoryukekkai.jpg:2hcnkq0p]bending it backwards and against its socket[/url:2hcnkq0p]!

At the same time, she would attempt to place a knee down on Isabella's other arm, hoping to pin it down and add some additional hurt.

Isabella's right eye twitched as Jiayi accused her of being in denial about the end result of their tit to tit duel, some of her anger bubbling to the surface for a moment before she pushed it back down and regained her stoic composure. It was as if she could hear Rosaria whispering into her ear, telling her not to let this newcomer get under her skin like that as it was unbecoming of the queen she was, words her friend had indeed told her many a time before. Isabella couldn't help but chuckle gently into the palm of her left hand as she resumed her air of superiority, moving her hand up to brush some of her white hair that had fallen over her eyes during the struggle back behind her ears while her eyes shot Jiayi a look that quite clearly conveyed how much she was going to enjoy this match.

"Is it not denial then to believe yourself the equal of a queen? Allow me to bring you back into reality Jiayi." Isabella proclaimed with all the confidence the crowd had come to expect from her during her time in the AFW, the white haired beauty's eyes never leaving those of her opponent.

When she saw the woman blink Isabella launched herself towards Jiayi, charging at full speed with her arm outstretched to give Jiayi the impression she was aiming to take her down hard with a clothesline. Unfortunately it seemed her little stunt worked too well as when Jiayi moved to counter the clothesline the pair of women collided with one another, Isabella ending up on the floor in quite the undignified position as she was tangled up with Jiayi. During the confusion that followed Isabella tried to get a grip on Jiayi's neck, certain she had struck her across the neck with her clothesline despite their stumbling down to the mat together, only Jiayi somehow managed to slip out and with her hands on Isabella's arm the woman pulled up and back, straining the captured limb against its socket.

"Uuuugh." Isabella let out through gritted teeth as she twisted her body left and right trying to loosen Jiayi's hold on her arm, biting down on her bottom lip to better ignore the pain being inflicted.