Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

Fallon was so, so, so, so excited. She had rarely ever been this excited for a wrestling match, let alone since she had come to AFW. She had had some fantastic ones during her tenure in Japan, of course, but this felt so special. Her encounter with Mikayla Pryor in the gym the previous week had been fun, and by the end of it both the California brunette and the Minnesota blonde had been left unable to move for almost an hour. Even so, there had been no animosity between them. The two of them seemed to be on the same wavelength, picking up each other's vibrations and and feeding off of them. They laughed at each other's jokes, teased each other, and admired each other's toned bodies.

Fallon already felt like Mikayla was a really good friend, and they had only just met the week before. She was looking at becoming seriously infatuated with the Minnesotan if she didn't try to rope herself in soon. But why should she rope herself in? She and Mikayla clicked, and it was as simple as that.

Fallon was psyching herself up before the fight started, dancing around her dressing room while she was putting on her match attire. Her musical tastes were rather eclectic, and over the course of about fifteen minutes she listened to everything from Taylor Swift to Parliament's "Give Up the Funk." Regardless of the song or the artist, Fallon would hum along, sing if she knew the words, and shake her whole body around, putting on what would have been quite a display had anyone else been there to see it. After the first song, she put on her bikini set. A couple of songs later, she would slide into a pair of denim shorts that were a new addition to her attire. Wearing just the bikini hadn't been particularly viable. She wasn't quite sure what sort of match she and Mikayla were going to have—the stipulation hadn't been picked out yet—but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Hmm hmm hmm..." she would hum along as she buttoned up the denim shorts, then smoothed out the butt of them with both hands. "We need the funk, gotta have that funk, yeah..."

Once she was fully dressed, Fallon admired herself in the mirror for a while, turning around several times, then flexing her arms and abs, grinning as she did so. She looked good.

Of course, Mikayla was going to look even better. Fallon giggled a little as she thought of what Mikayla might be doing right at that moment.

An AFW staffer came in to retrieve Fallon, and the Californian would make her way excitedly up to the top of the ramp. When her entrance music—a loud, bouncy Spanish pop song—started playing, Fallon would run out into the arena, grinning and waving, occasionally blowing kisses to a few lucky members of the audience. She wasted little time in getting down to the ring, climbing up into it, and bounding over to her corner. Once she was there, she started doing a few last-minute stretches, her eyes glued to the top of the ramp as she waited for Mikayla to emerge.

This was the third time that Mikayla Pryor had attempted to lace up her second boot, and her fingers, jittering from the excitement and the nerves that had been growing in Mikayla for days now, only now managed to tie a proper, secure knot that would not come loose during the middle of the match.

During the middle of the match. Her match.

Mikayla squealed quietly in glee as she lifted her blonde head and stared into the mirror at herself, decked out in the attire that she had painstakingly assembled over the course of her week to match her style and to make the finest first impression to the fans as AFW's newest superstar... or maybe just star. She would take star. Heck, she was thrilled that she looked like a wrestler at all. She started at her feet, where the brown boots that had taken her so long to properly lace crept up to her calf. After skimming up her long legs, her eyes settled on the pair of short shorts that she had slipped on, just barely hidden beneath the tan leather lappets that matched the thin jacket she wore buttoned on her shoulders, over a goldenrod tube top. She had even gone to great lengths to paint her nails, even her unseen toenails, that same goldenrod color, to ensure she completed the look and was as tastefully flashy as possible. Oh, right! She was forgetting her gloves, she noticed, as she stared down at those painted nails.

Sticking her tongue out in unnecessary concentration, she grabbed the open-fingered gloves that matched her boots and pulled them over her hands. She again looked at herself in the mirror, and the glee overcame her again. It was as she sat with her legs bouncing on the bench, grinning like a fool and lightly flexing, that she noticed someone standing in the edge of the mirror. Face freezing in shock, she turned around to see an official staffer standing there staring at her with an amused smirk on her face. The woman, in stride, informed Mikayla that Fallon was on her way to the ring, and that Mikayla had roughly two minutes to get to the ramp. Mikayla, still stunned and blinking, murmured out "Thank you,", and the woman quietly stepped back out of the dressing room.

Mikayla stared after her for a few seconds, before breaking into a fit of ridiculous giggling and burying her face in her hands. Two minutes! Two minutes before she got to emerge in front of the crowd for the first time in what she planned to be a lengthy, successful career, to hear the roar of the crowd and to get to entertain them as she clashed with a woman whom she already admired greatly despite their short time as friends, Fallon Terrazas. Their simple battle of wills in the gym a week before had made Mikayla so feverish for so many reasons that the blonde had taken three or four days to recover physically, since the assault on Fallon's midsection had absolutely killed her legs, and to float down from off of the high it had put her own. And, to be honest, she had only come down from that high to allow more room for the hype for this match. In two minutes, or one minute and thirty seconds now, she was going to become a part of a world that she had been smitten with even as a young girl. "Oh my goooosh it's happeniiiiiing," Mikayla basically sang into her hands, before she dropped them from her face and peered at herself one last time in the mirror.

From her perch, she could hear the crowd roar for what was apparently Fallon's entrance. The sound electrified her further and convinced her that she should get moving. Popping up from the bench, Mikayla posed once in the mirror, giving herself another once-over as butterflies formed in her stomach, before shooting for the exit and heading out towards the ramp, the sound from the crowd growing ever louder. Every part of the pageantry had her pumped, but she wasn't sure if she was more excited for the fanfare or just for another chance to clash with Fallon again. She stepped to the edge of the ramp as she ascended, eyes sparkling in awe as she peeked out into the packed arena to see all the people cheering.

Then, her theme tore through the loudspeakers, and it was on.

Mikayla stepped out onto the stage to the bright flash of yellow lights and threw her hands up, grinning from ear to ear. She pinched her fingers to wave at the roaring crowd before she took off skipping down to the ring, staring up to the top of the stands in amazement but trying to make sure she didn't become too overwhelmed by it all. She scaled the stairs rapidly and swung a leg up to pass through the ropes, spotting Fallon across from her and grinning even more widely when she did. Trying to ignore the temptation to run over and just hug the brunette, Mikayla instead finished off the routine she had planned, hopping up onto a turnbuckle to wave more before hopping down and settling into her corner, where she bounded up and down and mouthed to Fallon that this was all amazing.

Someone announced the circumstances of the match, in that both a stipulation and a reward for the victor were going to be drawn at random for this match. As Mikayla squatted a few times to stretch out her legs as Red, decked out in a very attractive dress, walked out accompanying two separate tumblers with pieces of paper within, which surely held the different stipulations and match rewards. The crowd called out with an "ooh" at the revelation, and Mikayla had a burst of pride hearing that the crowd liked her and Fallon's idea.

Now, it was time to see what exactly they were going to have to do to each other. Mikayla couldn't wait.

Here came Mikayla. Fallon was giggling almost non-stop now, too giddy to be able to contain herself. She was practically bursting with excitement, and, when Mikayla appeared at the top of the ramp, so full of energy and enthusiasm for what was her first match in AFW, Fallon got even more excited, happy to see the blonde again, and happy that the Minnesotan was so pumped for her debut match! Fallon knew that she had to give this fight about twice as much as she had, to make it as great a debut as possible for her new friend!

As the blonde hopped into the ring, Fallon had to resist the urge to jump forward and catch her in a big, friendly hug. She would lean back in her corner, arms on the top ropes, watching Mikayla put on a show on the turnbuckle. When the blonde turned her violet eyes towards Fallon, the belly lover would lock eyes with her friend and opponent, point a finger at her encouragingly, and stick her tongue out. This was going to be good. This was going to be really, really good.

Once Mikayla set herself down and started stretching herself out, Fallon would turn her eyes towards the ramp once again to see the red-haired trainer that Mikayla had brutalized in the gym making her way down to the ring in a very pretty dress. Fallon was glad for her—she had been around for a while behind the scenes, and now she had a chance to be in the spotlight. As a couple of staffers helped her into the ring along with the tumblers full of stipulations and winner's prizes. The crowd's reaction told Fallon that they liked the excitement of seeing the stipulation and prize picked right in front of them quite a bit.

As Red prepared to draw the first slip—the one with the match type—Fallon would take a couple bounding steps forward towards the center of the ring. She would lock eyes with Mikayla, staring her down from several yards away. Putting her hands on her hips, she did a little dance, shifting her weight from side to side and swinging her hips exaggeratedly. "You're gonna be em-barr-assed!" she would sing silently, mouthing the words to Mikayla to tease her.

Red reached into the first tumbler—the one containing match types. She pulled out one of the slips of paper, opened it, read it, and smiled. Holding up a microphone now, the trainer would read what was printed there: "The match can only be won...by a facesit submission!"

The crowd roared, and Fallon let out a loud, enthusiastic whoop. "Ohohohoho, you're so going to get a faceful of my butt, Mikki!" she would call out to the blonde.

Mikayla got her first good look at Fallon when the brunette stuck her tongue out at her, the blonde responding in kind. The bikini top and denim shorts she wore fit the exuberant woman perfectly, and Mikayla was pretty darn sure that the skimpy outfit was meant to show off the abs that Fallon was so proud of, as it should. Mikayla had picked out her tiny shorts to show off what the trainers claimed to be her best asset, after all. Thousands of people in the crowd must have been absolutely smitten by Fallon right about now.

Utter bliss continued to course through Mikayla's body in the midst of all the people and all the anticipation of the match, and she had to keep moving to try to keep herself calm enough to actually be able to think straight for her fight. Red, understandably, was taking her sweet time with revealing the match stipulation and reward, as well. Fortunately, Fallon bailed the anxious blonde out, as bubbly as ever as she stood before Mikayla and broke into a very nice sway of the hips and mouth a taunt, triggering the blonde to narrow her eyes playfully and stick her tongue out again. Not to be outdone, she responded by swinging a leg up onto the top rope and placing a hand on her thigh, presenting the full length of her toned leg for Fallon and the crowd. "Remember these?," she mouthed back, in time for Red's voice to pour through the speakers to announce the stipulation.

Mikayla formed her own "ooh" at hearing the stipulation. Facesit submission, huh? The moment Mikayla had proven the strength of her lower body to the trainers, they had recommended she add smothers and facesits into her offensive repertoire. In fact, while training, Red herself had even ended up under Mikayla's ass a time or two and had not been able to escape any better than when she had been put in the scissorhold the day Mikayla met Fallon. Hearing the stipulation made Mikayla tingle even beyond her furor for all that was going on. She shot a look to Fallon when the brunette bragged about what she was going to do to Mikayla, given the stipulation. "Not when I've already taken you out with mine, Fal!", she called back, crossing her arms in defiance and raising her chin dramatically.

Red moved over to the other tumbler, spun it for a moment, and reached in to grab a second piece of paper. After she studied it and looked to the crowd, she brought the mic to her lips again. "And, the victim of the facesit has to take the winner on a date on the town, her treat!"

That one must have been one of the wagers Fallon had written up! Mikayla's face lit up in amused understanding, and she shot a glance to the brunette, beaming. "I like shrimp and steak, Fal! Hope you brought your wallet!"

Fallon did her little dance, taunting Mikayla by mouthing teasing words at her, and received the same treatment in kind, as the blonde on the other side of the ring would swing a leg up onto the rope and trace along the contours of the muscled yet still smooth and sexy limb with one hand. Fallon would respond the only way she could when presented with such a long expanse of skin that looked so taut, so gorgeous, so sexy, and so inviting: she licked her lips, nice and slow, making sure Mikayla would see her doing it, as she visualized running her tongue all the way from Mikayla's pinky toe up to her waist.

As far as the stipulation went, Fallon knew that Mikayla probably thought she had an advantage, since her lower body was one of the most incredible that Fallon had ever seen and all, but the Californian was confident that she could pull this off. Her own legs were pretty strong, too, and she knew that her ass was out of this world. "Oooohohoho, you're going to get a nice, long denim smother-out! Didn't you see my ass back in the gym, huh? Buns of steel, just like my abs!" Fallon would call back, turning around and sticking out her rear end in Mikayla's direction, running each hand across one of her blue jeans-clad butt cheeks. She looked over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue again. "Or maybe...you'd rather it be a frontal facesit?" she would ask, a little more coyly, before turning around and letting a hand drift down in the general vicinity of her crotch.

Fallon was feeling pretty confident right now, and was having a grand time taunting her opponent and going shot for playful verbal shot. When Red read off the winner's prize, though, Fallon was, for just a second, embarrassed. That one had been the last one she had added to her list before they had started their fitness challenge back in the gym. It was a little silly, maybe, and not quite embarrassing, but it had been in the front of Fallon's mind when she thought of things she wanted to do with Mikayla.

But she recovered almost instantaneously, laughing loudly and shaking her head as Mikayla teased her. "Well, I like all-you-can-eat sushi served to me on golden plates! Don't forget the movie tickets, too! And the flowers you're gonna buy me when you pick me up!" Fallon would retort as she beamed back at Mikayla. With the stipulations now set, the tumblers were removed from the ring, and Red would take her leave, as well, replaced by a curvy blue-haired girl who would be acting as referee. Fallon would take another step forward, so that she was now standing in almost the exact center of the ring. She put a hand out and beckoned for Mikayla to come forward, too. "Come on, Mikki! I hope you're not too scared to fight! Come on, come here, we gotta get this underway so I can kick your amazing ass!" Fallon really wanted to press herself agaisnt Mikayla and stare her down for at least a few seconds before the match began. That had really gotten her heart pumping back in the gym.

As Mikayla dropped her leg and stared at her friend across the ring smugly, she noticed Fallon's tongue running across her lips and taking its time in doing so. Mikayla blinked at her in a quick moment of surprise before the pageantry swallowed her up again, a group in the front row sending up a "whoop" in approval of the blonde's elevated leg, but it did make her think that maybe Fallon had experienced even...more during their exchange in the gym a week before. It was only a passing thought, and she could not afford to take much time now to think about it, but it did lodge itself into the recesses of her mind as Red continued with the ceremonies. Mikayla dropped her leg to the mat again and sent her violet eyes over to the trainer.

She had shades of their encounter the week before as they began their banter about the stipulation, Mikayla curling up her lip in fake disdain and putting her hands on her hips as the brunette shot a taunt back to her, running her hands across her butt and down to her crotch. By now, she chalked up the almost queasy, needy sensation that she felt at Fallon's words and actions to her longing to get the match started and enjoy this clash with her new friend. "I did see it, Fallon, but it's not going to do any good once I already have you submitting or smothered under my ass, you know? That's just too bad! Might give your cheeks a nice squeeze from these thighs while you're down there, too!" To reinforce her point, she flexed her legs enough for the muscles to reveal themselves and sent Fallon a wink.

And then the match reward was revealed, and they were at it again. "Blargh, sushi! See, this is why I have to win! I can't have you wasting my money on something like sushi!" It was a moot point, but Mikayla hadn't quite gotten used to sushi in her short time in Tokyo. "I do really want to see that new superhero movie though, Fal...so thanks for that offer!"

She was almost taken off-guard seeing the tumblers leave and watching a very pretty ref climb into the ring to call the match, and her eyes widened momentarily. This was it. It was really happening. She and Fallon were going to have an epic clash for their own fun and for the entertainment of these fans, and Mikayla was going to have her first match on the books in a few minutes. She gave herself one moment for it to all sink in, bringing her hands to her face to cup over her mouth in barely contained excitement, before Fallon spoke up and helped morph her glee back into competitiveness.

She didn't say anything back to Fallon as she stepped over, simply returning to the smirk she had worn during their staredown a week before, and she wasted no time in returning them to a staredown more momentous than the one in the gym the previous week with merely a few other wrestlers and trainers watching. Mikayla was not aware of her heavy breathing and already-erect nipples as she straightened fully and pushed her chest against Fallon's to glare into the woman's lovely blue eyes. This time, she did not have a taunt for her companion. "Let's give these people the show of their life," she said, only loudly enough for Fallon to hear. She would have picked no one else for her first match!

The bell rang, and though Mikayla held the staredown for a few moments more, pushing tightly against Fallon's ample chest, she eventually lifted a hand to offer a test of strength, which seemed like the best way for two well-matched opponents to start up the match. Mikayla, all the while, was busting at the scenes, ready for the real action to start so she could get lost in the competition.

Fallon scoffed as Mikayla came back at her taunting her about sitting on her face and squeezing her head between those incredibly-sculpted thighs. The brunette would hold a hand up in that classic "Talk to the hand, 'cause the face don't wanna hear about it" pose. "You're really cute, Mikki, but you must be crazy, too, if you think you're getting that sexy ass of yours anywhere near my face! It's too bad the post-match punishment isn't a spanking, 'cause you and your butt could totally use one right now!"

After that, they started to get into it (playfully, of course) regarding the post-match festivities that had been chosen from the second tumbler. When Mikayla reacted in such a strong negative fashion to Fallon's mention of sushi, the Californian gasped. "Whaaaaat? Oh, I'm so going to have to kick your ass now, Mikki! Not just for myself, but for California and its great sushi tradition!" She would waggle a finger at Mikayla.

Finally, with the referee getting into the ring and everything seemingly in place, the two of them would meet in the center of the ring, once again staring each other down, pressing large breasts against large breasts, rubbing noses, and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Fallon felt Mikayla's hard nipples prodding her own, and would push her chest out in response, poking Mikayla's chest with her own stiff nubs. When Mikayla whispered to her, Fallon grinned widely, almost squealing in glee. She was so excited to introduce Mikayla to AFW, and it was going to be absolutely spectacular. "Welcome to the big show, Sexy Legs," she would whisper back.

When the bell rang, Fallon didn't try to move back. She would stay still, staring deeply into Mikayla's eyes, with the blonde doing the same to her. When Mikayla lifted a hand to offer the test of strength, Fallon was glad to accept it. She raised one hand, reaching for Mikayla's, then raised the other hand, too, so that they could fully tangle. Fallon had done plenty of tests of strength before, but she was much more excited for this one. They were already pressed together, body to body, and the test of strength looked to be body-to-body, too. Pushing each other around by the breasts...this was going to be a blast.

"Near, on, and all over, Fal!," the blonde shot back, gesturing with her hands to reinforce everywhere her ass would be when she got Fallon down on the ground and in position to submit to a facesit. She could see it now, her wearing Fallon out with a headscissors until it was nearly sleepy-time, and then finishing her friend off with the facesit. It was a technique she had already tried in practice with great success, and it would be even better when she got to do it to the Californian competitor she thought so highly of with all these people to see her first victory!

Mikayla let loose a short giggle when Fallon defended her love for sushi and shrugged in response. "Fine, you can eat all the sushi you want, as long as you buy me my steak and shrimp! I'm not going to stop you." Now she just had to win (not that she didn't before), if only to get Fallon to know how absolutely adamant she was about her shrimp and steak.

The familiar feeling of Fallon's hardened nipples met Mikayla as they pressed against each other in the center of the ring, and that feeling gifted Mikayla with the memory, and the same zealous desire to clash with the brunette, that she had felt the week before, only on a gigantic scale. That only intensified when Fallon responded to her comment about giving the fans a show. The two standing there grinning while they were supposed to be staring one another down may have looked odd for a moment, but as the bell rang and the match got started with Mikayla clasping hands with the Californian to trigger a test of strength, Mikayla was almost more thrilled by what she was about to share with Fallon as she was concerned with having her usual, passionate edge.

She did set her jaw, though, as she started the battle of strength by setting her feet, knowing that the leverage of her legs was going to get her much farther than the strength in her arms, and pushed her forehead up against Fallon's and shoving back on the brunette's hands as their breasts squished up against one another, to the pleasure of the fans. Once Mikayla felt Fallon resist fully, she pushed forward on her toes and tried to dislodge the brunette off her feet, knowing that Fallon would surely be doing the same thing to her as they rocked up against one another's bodies.

Fallon scoffed once more as Mikayla taunted her about the food that they would be getting when they went out on their date. "Where are we gonna find a place that serves both of those, huh? You're crazy, Mikki!" she would tease, bumping herself up against the blonde challengingly in the moments before the bell rang. "We would be driving around all over Tokyo in the limo that you're going to rent for us for the night! Maybe I'll just have to find something besides sushi—but even more expensive! Hee hee!"

A funny image came into Fallon's mind as they talked about food. She had read something online recently about parties where you could eat food off of the gorgeous bodies of beautiful women. Now, she had a very vivid vision of a naked Mikayla, her legs lined with delicate little hors d'ouevres and pieces of succulent meat. Fallon found herself almost drooling as she imagined it.

They got away from that little squabble and began their staredown, grinning at each other with their faces separated by a mere fraction of an inch. When the bell rang, they didn't move immediately, but, after a few seconds, Mikayla would put on a more serious face and offer that test of strength. Fallon would mirror her opponent's facial expression and would accept the challenge. She threaded her fingers between the Minnesotan's, interlocking their hands so that neither of them were likely to be able to escape from the other should the test of strength turn against them. Once their hands were locked, Fallon would slide one leg back a little, making sure she was stable, before setting her feet, planting them on the canvas and determining that she would move no way from that point but forward. She probably had the advantage when it came to their arms. Mikayla had the advantage when it came to their legs. Since both body parts would come into play in this test of strength, the result was very much uncertain as the pushing began.

Fallon started pushing forward, her forehead pushing up against Mikayla's, their noses squishing together even more, and their mouths and cheeks almost touching, as well. Fallon could barely see anything but Mikayla's eyes now, and she would stare into the beautiful violet pupils with a challenging gaze. She thrust her whole body forward, her breasts compressing as they ran into Mikayla's equal pair. Fallon strained to try to dislodge her blonde foe and send her stumbling backwards, and felt Mikayla trying to do the same. For the time being, Fallon wasn't sure how her own pushing was going to turn out, but she absolutely refused to budge herself!

"That's for you to figure out! Your treat, remember?", Mikayla replied, as she returned Fallon's bump and feigned disgust, as if it was a huge crime that Fallon would question her. She quickly relented when Fallon mentioned a limo, tapping a finger against her chin. "Oooh a limo, huh? That's another thing you can pay for! Thanks for the idea, Fal."

Moments later, after they had gotten their fill of their entertaining banter for the moment, Mikayla and Fallon stood locked in combat. While they forced their bodies so tightly together it was almost like they were the only two people in the arena to Mikayla. She could feel Fallon's breath against her cheeks, her soft hands gripped in her own, and, of course, Fallon's nipples slid all across Mikayla's own breasts as they shifted and urged forward with their efforts to toss one another aside. The effect was intoxicating, and Mikayla's previous eagerness shifted into focus, effort, and no small amount of infatuation with getting to fight this amazing woman yet again.

They pushed and shoved, neither really gaining an initial advantage given their relatively similar statures. For a second or two, Mikayla would think she was about to overcome Fallon, leaning forward onto her toes, resetting her feet, and letting out a low growl to make the final push to bowl her over. Then, the next couple of seconds, Fallon would take over, forcing Mikayla flatfooted again. While Mikayla enjoyed every second of it, she knew that neither one of them would get anywhere from straining against one another's bodies. She wanted to be the one to make the first move, too.

So she waited for her chance to push back, and this time, when she did, she stayed flatfooted and used her chest to do most of the shoving. Suddenly unlacing her fingers from Fallon's, she shot an arm up towards her, hoping to grab her brunette head and pull it tight to the side of her chest in a side headlock.