Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

Well, at this point, it wasn't like Shiki didn't know what was coming as Yasha Love made her intentions fairly clear.

"... D-Don't you dare!"

The punkette would just barely roll out of the way of Yasha's eccentric attack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Had she not evaded the attack, she would have been trapped! Her face pressed helplessly within the other woman's ample breasts, a prisoner of any and all of Yasha Love's whims...

Shiki literally slapped herself across the face.  

What the hell is wrong with me!? I must be fucking losing it!...

The sting at her cheek seemed to have a sobering effect. But Yasha's sudden intrusion into Shiki's mind was simply... unbearable! All that matter was this freak was attempting to humiliate Shiki once again! The punkette would crush her. The rockstar's temper flared as she quickly scrambled up to her feet, turning quickly before driving a vicious kick, with her heavy boots, into the side of Yasha's ribs while the heroine was attempting her recovery from the mat.

"I've had enough! You're fucking dead!"  

Shiki's blood boiled as she roughly grabbed the blonde by her hair before once again yanking the Demon of Love upwards towards her feet. However, Shiki would instead tug Yasha's masked head rather abruptly between Shiki's own thighs as she forcefully pulled the woman's form up against her hips.

In that moment, it was clear Shiki had something not very beneficial in mind for the future of Yasha Love's health.

The infuriated punkette bent over, aggressively wrapping her arms around the other girl's slender waist before rather easily heaving her upward. Shiki would swing Yasha's figure up, slipping the woman's latex covered legs over each of her shoulders before the Demon of Love would be hoisted up to fully sit up astride Shiki's shoulders. This was going to be a powerbomb; Shiki's very own Rebellion.

The egotistical and enraged rockstar was attempting to bring an early end to the match right here and now!

Yasha crashed into the mat breast first and immediately curled up, sliding her hands under her body to cradle her squashed breasts. The whole semi-lusty theme was something that could backfire and Shiki definitely knew how Yasha operated. Enough so to be able to roll away from the Justice Splash.

Yasha groaned as Shiki stood up and declared an end to Yasha's busty torment. Her head was yanked before she was even on her hands and knees and the dazed demon was pulled up roughly by her hair, clutching at Shiki's wrists until she was shoved in between the girl's legs.

Yasha's eyes widened as the arms wrapped around her. Was she really going to...

As she was spun upside down and rested on Shiki's shoulders, the irony of Shiki wanting to finish Yasha off by using a move that put her face int he Demon of Love's crotch was not lost. Nor was the necessisity oftrying to escape the hold. If Shiki could pull it off, she may just have a quick win on Yasha in spectacular fashion.

Yasha's fists squeaked as she clenched her fingers in the latex glove and threw as many hard fists down into Shiki's skull ad she could to daze the Punkette.

If she could stun Shiki, then Yasha would throw herself backwards and try and turn the powerbomb into a frankensteiner!

The first punch would come as a shock to Shiki. This match was as good as over! Just what the hell was Yasha Love doing!? Shiki's green eyes would peer up with surprise more then anger before the barrage of blows would cause her exposed, delicate, features to wince and flinch. The flustered punkette simply had no defense against the stinging barrage.

"H-Hey! S-Stop that!" Shiki would shout the slightly muffled protest as she began to strain and stagger under the assault. The rockstar's thoughts immediately turned both drastic and violent. However, the superhero was way ahead of Shiki this time. A gasp soon left the punkette's lips as the latex of Yasha Love's thighs soon came to wrap particularly tight around the flustered, young, woman's head.

If the irony of their position had been lost on Shiki before... well, that sure in the hell wasn't the case now!

No, no, no! Not like this!

The punkette could only offer a muffled and uncharacteristically girly squeak as her face became buried between the Demon of Love's latex covered hips. In what little time Shiki had to react, the punkette strained and grasped desperately at Yasha's clamping thighs. In a blink of eye, Yasha would go into her fancy takedown, easily flipping and slamming the trapped young woman to the ring with a resounding thud. Shiki's flailing figure would bounce and sprawl as the wind was further knocked right out of her. There would be no quick recovery this time... for a variety of reasons.

Yasha Love had managed to ruin everything!

Yasha connected witht he Frankensteiner and crawled off of Shiki. She stood up, having barely avoided her own dire situation but Shiki was left sprawled on the mat. Instead of going for the pin, Yasha hopped up and threw a fist in the air, soaking up all of the crowd as she did a lap around the ring, pumping her fist.

She stopped in front of Shikin and threw her fist into the air. "LOVE SHINES!" She called out. "FOREVER HEART!" The audience crowed back loudly.

Yasha then looked at the downed punkett e and smiled. She leaned over and pushed one palm into Shiki's covered breasts, smooshing it down flatly. "Love is filled with hills and valleys." She teased as she pressed her other hand into Shiki's other breast, her fingers curling into the skin just above Shiki's small chest.

Then, with a daring feat of agility, Yasha love would try and use Shiki's chest to push herself into a handstand and point her toes towards the arena, putting pressure on Shiki's body before she would lower herself downward just a bit and look to push up and off Shiki and spin her body 180 degrees so that her latex covered ass smashed into Shiki's face.

If Yasha Love's frankensteiner had momentarily stunned the rockstar, there would be no mistaking the sensation that soon followed. Shiki's eyes shot open with sudden, befuddled, awareness as Yasha Love's hands came to press and fondle at her modest, if perky, breasts.

"A-Ah~... Y-You bitch..." Despite her usual charming vocabulary, the young woman's tone was surprisingly soft and breathless as her fair features flushed with a heated tint.  As if her sudden predicament wasn't bad enough, Shiki could only gawk in bewilderment as her lithe opponent soon pressed her palms heavily into the punkette's breast before raising into a rather impressive handstand.  

"N-No!... Not like that!... Y-You...C-Can't...--!"

The pressure on Shiki's breasts was immediately agonizing as her jumbled words became desperate. The young woman's entire form seemed to tense sharply against the subduing pressure before a pained shout escaped the punkette's lips. Or was a it a moan--something in between, perhaps?
The pain was clear in her voice but there was something else undeniably expressed in her girlish exclamation....

As if to "dot" the the very explanation point of Shiki's racy outburst, Yasha's firm, unforgiving, butt soon came to flip and smash directly into the raven haired rockstar's unprotected face with enough force to cause the entire ring to jolt. Shiki's form cringed against Yasha's as the impact caused her body to curl momentarily while her arms grasped blindly, and almost gingerly, at Yasha's latex hips. Though giving some sense of coherency, the typically loud mouthed and animated punk rocker was now surprisingly and uncharacteristically... quiet. Buried beneath Yasha, Shiki only offered some muffled and soft panting against the Demon of Love's hips.

Just what kind of moment were these two sharing now in the ring!?

After the initial impact, Yasha could definitely feel Shiki's struggle rather intimately. Her bright cheeks flushed deeply and to compensate, she grinned widely and threw her hands up in the air. The crowd cheered for the spectacular display as well as the position the two sexy girls found themselves in.

Yasha began to scoot off of Shiki's face, not ready to take the win just yet. Or, at least get in a petter position to control Shiki's arms. She wriggled her butt down the punkette's body, sliding off her face until she was sitting on the girl's small chest. Then she leaned forward and licked her lips, letting a finger run down her exposed cleavage as she leaned over to give Shiki a good view.

"Are you ready to be swallowed up by the River of Love's current?' She said and bent her body forward, while she stretched her legs out into a splits position over Shiki's lithe frame. Her goal was to press her bosom into Shiki's face while her arms would try to push down Shiki's shoulders and put her in a pinning position!

Oh my god, I'm one of those... those freaks!...

Masochist, was the proper word Shiki was looking for. It wasn't exactly the greatest time for the potential revelation but Shiki found it difficult to disregard the thought--especially with Yasha Love's nigh endless assault of suggestive abuse and her own surprising reactions. The sensations she felt now were hard to deny.

Despite her myriad of personal flaws, Shiki had never settled for anything but being the best during her career. Her success as a musician was no small credit to those aspirations. She had always been confident and ambitious--perhaps, her success had slightly enhanced those traits just a tiny bit. However, the thought of walking into the AFW and dominating any opponent who was foolish enough to step in her way had seemed so attractive and natural to her. How could she even begin to make sense of her current emotions?

Had this been the real reason she wanted this rematch so badly? Just so Yasha Love could conqueror her in the ring once more?...

I am a goddess! I deserve to be worshiped!

Shiki offered the thought defiantly!

... However, the conflicted youth made no attempts of resisting Yasha Love even as the woman moved to pin her to the mat in an alluring fashion. The punkette's flushed and sweaty features only seemed to grow more heated as Yasha Love shifted against her. Her eyes fluttered almost sheepishly as Yasha's bust began to descend slowly towards her pretty face.

"N-No--Don't!... You can't..." Shiki's typical outrage seemed to be replaced by a very uncharacteristic meekness. The young woman offered a few more soft protests, however, they were quickly buried and lost between Yasha's smothering breast. The punkette's form seemed to tense as she was engulfed, her hands came to grasp and cling helplessly along Yasha's thighs and hips. Her breath was hot and wet against the other woman's exposed skin.

However, if the punkette was making any actual attempts of breaking the pin, it certainly wouldn't show.

"ONE!" The referee quickly began the count.

Yasha remained cool as she felt Shiki's hot breaths and wet lips caress her exposed bosom. Yasha was cool as a cucumber and even if her cheeks flushed naturally, she never looked embarrassed for a second. Hilde, on the other hand, was a ball of nerves inside. Despite Shiki being a brash and egotistical brat, the German liked the young girl. She knew that no matter how much of a bad girl Shiki pretended to be, or maybe even was, that there had to be a heart of gold inside the her.

She'd know bad people most of her life and could pick them out pretty easily. Shiki was probably starved for real attention, real affection. The spotlight gave her fans, gave her groupies and sycophants but did it give her friends? People who actually cared about her beyond the superficial? Shiki probably just needed a good influence in her life. In a weird way, Hilde saw herself in Shiki. She had been the same arrogant brat before and it had cost her everything she loved and cared for. Now she lived a life that was a bit hollow and felt like she could relate to Shiki.

Beyond that, however, Hilde couldn't deny their was another kind of attraction she felt for Shiki too and the heat in her breast and the lips upon them were not helping. Still, she maintained the pinning position. She could figure out a way to deal with her confusing feelings later.

"TWO!"

Yasha craned her neck downward and licked her lips, pressing them against the top of Shiki's head. "The River of Love... you have plunged into it quite easily this time." The Demon of Love chastised.

"THR--!"

The match seemed all but over--until Shiki's form bucked fiercely, thrusting an arm and shoulder upwards with enough force to tip and dislodge Yasha Love from her eccentric pin. Toppling the Demon of Love, Shiki quickly scooted out from under the woman's suffocating bosom and all-too-tempting hips. The crowd seemed to burst to life once more at the surprising spectacle as the referee made it clear that the pin had, indeed, been broken.

As much as one very complicated part of her wanted to simply lay there and accept defeat, Shiki's rebellious ego couldn't seem to allow it. It was as bad as selling out. That was one sin Shiki was simply and firmly above. The thought alone was infuriating! As usual, the punkette let that emotion drive her as she came to her feet with a surprising and swift spring to her step.

Like a wolf bearing down on its prey, Shiki would attempt to clinch the blonde demon from behind as Yasha Love raised from the mat, locking her opponent in a tight headlock. Following through with her momentum, the punkette would drag Yasha into a few running steps before leaping upwards suddenly only to bring Yasha's head and face to come crashing down into the mat with a bulldog!

"I AM NOBODY'S BITCH!" Shiki's sudden proclamation would seem to echo across the arena even with the crowds' sudden burst of excitement.

Shiki's surge to break the pin was so great that it seemed like she popped right up into a standing position. Before Yasha could even blink, she was staring up at the punkette. The Demon of Love was caught off guard, feeling as if she had conquered Shiki's resistance but instead, being captured by the hair and yanked into a painful headlock.

It would be no problem for Yasha to work from this position as she draped an arm around Shiki's waist. She knew she had a strength advantage for sure, if thanks to nothing but Shiki's waif-like form.

Unfortunately, before she could lift, she was drug forward and driven face first into the mat. White flashed in her vision momentarily as her latex clad legs writhed and her gloved hand slipped up to rub at her temple.

"Nnngghhh...."