Identity Crisis

The rebellious youth's cheeks flushed ever so softly at Yasha Love's words. A frown quickly overcame the cocky grin that was previously plastered across the raven-haired girl's lips.

"Ugh, you really piss me off when you talk like--nnmgh!" Shiki gave a flustered, muffled, cry as she found her words cut short by Yasha Love's intrusive gesture. With her head caught between the Demon of Love's treacherous legs, the punkette found herself tensing sharply with a startled motion. Her arms flailed momentarily--fighting for balance--before Shiki found herself helplessly yanked from her perch.

"... G-Get off!" The punkette's defiant words were full of contemptuous strain as she settled unceremoniously to lay beside the Demon of Love. Bending clumsily upon her knees with her ass arched, wiggling in the air, Shiki's hands quickly came to paw desperately at the slick latex covering her opponent's voluptuous legs.

Yasha grinned devilishly as her legs coiled around Shiki's neck and she struggled with the girl. "It's the only thing I've been trying to do." She said with a bit more perversion in her tone than she usually held.

She released Shiki and rolled away quickly, getting to her hands and knees, before she stretched her long, latex covered legs and took a pose well suited for someone like Catwoman, her cleavage threatening to spill out of her suit as it swayed and barely scraped the canvas of the practice ring.

Yasha licked her lips and begged Shiki to come at her with her vibrant green eyes. The small bit of silence allowing the latex outfit to crackle with each soft movement of Yasha's slightly swaying hips and buttox.

Suddenly released from the crushing vise of Yasha Love's legs, Shiki found herself wrenching free from her captor rather quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly.

The punkette fumbled as she pulled away and slumped ungracefully, flat on to her rear. Regardless, the young woman's eyes focused sharply on the masked heroine even as she attempted to bewitch Shiki with an alluring pose. Intimately aware of the deceptive nature of her opponent's grappling prowess, Shiki's gaze would flash with a wary gleam. However, when it became clear the Demon of Love wasn't preparing to pounce, the rebellious rockstar would give an agitated huff.

"You know, I had plans when I came to the AFW," her face was notably flushed from the tight, if brief, squeeze that had been put upon her neck and head. She'd brush the back of her hand firmly across her face, pushing aside a few stray tresses; or, as Shiki wanted to believe, stubbornly forcing the red hue from her fair cheeks, "... Then, I fought I you." Naturally, she accented her words with a pouty sneer.

Wearing her aggression like armor, Shiki would practically explode off the mat. Clawing her way to clash into her nemesis, she'd slam directly into Yasha Love and attempt seize up the buxom beauty. The enraged punkette would once again display her tenacity and the surprising amount of strength in her svelte, lean, frame by driving the Demon of Love straight into one of the corners of the ring!

Yasha tried to clash with Shiki only to be driven back into the corner. "Ugh!" Yasha's back arched as the turnbuckle buried into her back.

Yashe closed her eyes and threw her legs up to coil them tightly around Shiki's waist and squeezed. She then reached up to grasp Shiki's hair to try and force the punkette's face deep into Yasha's cleavage.

Shiki's aggressive approach paid off. Well, sorta.

Shiki drove the insufferable heroine into the corner of the ring only to find herself suddenly assaulted, and ensnared, by the Demon of Love's curvaceous and powerful legs. In one brief exchange, Yasha Love brought the punkette's self-righteous fury to a grinding halt.

Of course, that was only one half of her current problems. The Demon of Love, always eager to take things to the next level, outright attempted to bury Shiki's delicate features into the sultry oblivion of her bust. The tug at her hair brought an agitated growl from Shiki's lips; she bitterly resisted. However, her best efforts found themselves purely in vain as Yasha Love plunged the punkette's visage into her breasts.

Huffing against her opponent's smothering flesh, Shiki tensed and wobbled, and pressed Yasha Love firmly against the turnbuckle. She pawed clumsily at the superhero's pink uniform, though she quickly teetered dangerously from the awkward amount of weight now burdening her. Her desperate grasp blindly fumbled upon the top rope.  

Her muffled and mostly incoherent protests stubbornly sprouted from within her opponent's embrace, "Get-mnmgh-off... R-Rope!?" Shiki slapped the rope itself with no lack of indignation, to further indicate her displeasure.

Of course, this wasn't exactly a real match and there was no referee, but surely a superhero like Yasha Love wouldn't ignore a clear and blatant rope break!

... Right?

Yasha let her green eyes flutter as Shiki's breath and moist lips tickled her bare breasts. It felt quite exquisite and she could feel that Shiki wasn't going to escape it quite so easily.

However, Shiki had a little trick that surprised Yasha. She watched as Shiki began to shake the ropes and the tight bodied vixen raised curious eyebrow. She licked her lips, holding Shiki in place for a moment before she slowly uncoiled her legs and set them on Shiki's hips. She then released the punkette's hair and gave her an undignified shove away with her heels.

Yasha then gracefully set herself down and smiled at Shiki. "IOh... I didn't know you were one for rules. How about.. the Rules of Love? Where do you stand on those?" She said and blew a seductive kiss at Shiki as she stalked out of the corner.