Junko "Diao-chan" Higurashi Vs. Duchess Agatha

Match Type: Standard Match
Winning Conditions: Pinfall or Submission

Agatha's music began to play as she walked towards the ring, a sensual sense to her. Next to her was Abigail, a nervous look to her eyes, as if she was about to see her best friends rip eachother to shreds. Both were dressed in their standard attire, Agatha's as lewd and revealing as ever, and Abigail's still an innocent maid outfit. Agatha had a look of confidence to her as she slowly made her way to the ring, slowly making her way towards it. Abigail seemed to follow her, at least until they reached the ring, at which point the two seemingly went seperate ways, looking eachother in the eye as Abigail made her way to the announcer's table, sitting down on one of the chairs present there.

Agatha stood in her corner of the ring, now awaiting Junko's appearance. She had a few tricks up her sleeve for the match, ones she hoped would at least satisfy her desire for Junko, if not get her in bed with her. Abigail, on the other hand, expected little more than a standard match, only this time between a seemingly new friend and instructor, and her own mistress. Either way, it was going to be an interesting match for the two of them, regardless of the outcome.

Junko's ridiculously long entrance music began to play over the speakers and the older woman began to powder her face. She had put on her make up a long time ago, but just wanted to let Agatha hear the epic rock anthem that probably didn't belong anywhere near Junko.

"Oh, Rosie. Those were the days, fufu~" She said to herself as her head bobbed along. She had tried to find something with Agatha in it, being a student of wrestling, but it seemed like the woman hadn't even had a proper match, just some silly hentai match that seemed a bit awkward for everyone involved. She didn't even watch it and turned it off after the introductions. The girl wouldn't have the benefit of THOSE types of rules. Not that they would help her.

Junko herself was dressed in her usual tight fitting legless bottoms and sailor shirt that showed off her well defined midriff. She was looking good and feeling good and around the five minute mark, she finally strolled out of the arena and strutted down the ramp, waving to the fans who cheered her on. She received a good deal of applause. In part because she was charming and charismatic, but she was also the manager of the current Friction World Title holder. Her client and daughter-in-law's own success would naturally rub off on Junko, even if she had been unknown otherwise.

As she slipped into the ring, she looked over Agatha. The girl was dressed for a hentai match and Junko smiled. Oh, if things got a little frisky, she could handle herself, but Agatha might be in for a surprise if she thought she could just grope her way to victory.

"It seems as though you have left your modest at the door, fufu~" Junko said. She then looked to Abigail and nodded. "Abi-chan, hello!" She chirped. "I hope you will be ok with what I do to your Ojou-sama, fufu~" She teased. "I know that I can't wait for our time to begin." She said, almost ignoring Agatha once more as she continued to flirt with the young maid.

Agatha and Abigail were both surprised by the music that played, both believing it was rather unsuited for the venerable woman. It was when she finally arrived to the arena that they knew they were not being duped, Abigail in particular sighing in relief, anticipation, and nervousness. Agatha was more bemused, even if she did have to admit that it was a rather good song.

Both of them took a good look at Junko, and both of them were impressed. Agatha in particular was aroused by what she saw, impressed by both the fact that she looked good in her attire, and the fact that even in her age, she was damn good looking. Abigail, not wanting to admit it to herself, thought she was beyond beautiful, almost wanting to skip the match and simply lay in bed with her, but alas, her Mistress was far too proud (and horny) to let that be.

"I didn't think the AFW cared much about modesty." She replied, looking at the beauty in front of her. Before she could say anything else, however, she found herself staying at Junko turn over to Abigail, beginning to talk to her. Abigail was mildly surprised, believing that she would focus more on Agatha. "Uh, hello Miss Nee-Chan!" she waved, trying to hide her nervousness. "I'll be okay, she can handle yourself, I wish you two the best of luck!" She said, seemingly encouraging the two.

Agatha was mildly irritated by the fact that Junko had so easily ignored her, but did little about the issue. She would have her time with Junko soon enough regardless, all she had to do was wait till their match begun.

"Fufu~"

Junko smiled at how cute Abigail was. She was so youthful and full of energy! She couldn't wait to see what the girl might be like when they were finally alone. While she was thinking about it, the bell rang and suddenly Junko snapped to attention. She spun around and looked to face Agatha, crouching as she circled towards the girl with a bright grin on her face.

As she approached, she slung herself forward, looking to lock up in a classic collar-elbow tie up. The haughty Duchess could at least manage that much, right?

Agatha had already begun to make her move. She knew full well what Junko had planned to start the match, a Collar and Elbow lockup, something she knew from spending some time in the gym. She was most assuredly still no expert, but at least she knew how to start a match. She immediately got into position, beginning to press against Junko, intent on pushing her back to the corner. At the same time, she begun to try and prepare for both a potential strike from Junko, as well as her own inevitable strike.

Junko felt Agatha's body slide in to meet her own and when the Duchess began to press into her, Junko returned in kind, bending her knees and trying to get the lower center of gravity to start driving Agatha back. While she did, she began to grin as their cheeks pressed together and she giggled coyly into Agatha's ear.

"Fufu~ Not bad. I wasn't sure if you even knew how to do this. Maybe you'll at least be more of a challenge than that girl who thought she could wrestle after just watching a few matches on television, fufu~"

The Duchess begun to bend her own knees, not so much copying Junko as much as she was doing it of her own accord. Despite her efforts, she still found herself being pushed back, making it clear that Junko still had it, regardless of her age. Agatha knew she had to do something to counteract Junko.

"Heh, I've spent some time preparing for a match Junko," She said, before attempting to knee Junko right in the belly, hoping to at least give her pause. "I wouldn't dare disappoint a lovely legend like yourself." She said, continuing to attempt to push her back.

Abigail, meanwhile said little more than a word, watching the two wrestle. Despite her own attempts to delude herself, she had to admit, she was somewhat troubled by the match. While she had always known she was Agatha's friend, she knew that she was only in her service because of her parent's financial issues. She was never Agatha's maid of her own accord, she had only been working under her because of her parent's debts. She had always pushed these thoughts aside, but talking to Junko seemed to push them out and onto her mind once again, only adding to her nervousness.

"Gnh!"

Junko faltered when Agatha kneed her in her hard tummy and dropped to one knee, giving Agatha the advantage as her chest nearly pushed into Junko's face while her wrists were bent backwards.

Junko bent her head down and pushed her shoulder into Agatha's stomach to try and reposition herself while the busty Duchess was bent over her. She then tried to stand up quickly and cause the silver haired woman to topple off balance and flip over Junko's shoulder. She didn't know if she had the balance or strength to pull it off, but if it worked, she'd have Agatha right on her back and out of that test of strength.

Agatha was satisfied when she felt her knee connect with Junko's delicious tummy, a sign both to herself and Junko that she wasn't just a pretty hentai face. She was still willing to get her hands dirty, even if she wasn't particularly great, she would still give her best for the match. She took a quick moment to appreciate the feeling of

Despite this, she was not expecting to feel Junko's shoulder press itself against her body, before suddenly raising itself, carrying her on top of her. Agatha, shocked by this sudden development, quickly attempted to respond with a slam of her fist down to Junko's back, hoping to at least stop her momentarily. Regardless of whether it struck or not however, she quickly found herself toppled and flipped right onto her back, pain now surging through it. She grunted in pain, trying to get herself back up as quickly as possible.

Junko felt a fist crash into her back, but it was a glancing blow as Agatha was already in mid heave. Junko quickly spun around on her knees, hoping to get at Agatha while she was trying to get up so she could get her arms around the younger woman and put her in a tight headlock.