Softcore Tournament Semifinals: Alyssa Blank Vs. Lady Lakota

Alyssa was still rather sore from her last match, but she was halfway there. 2 more victories would nab her the belt that she so craved! It was slightly delusional on her part to place so much importance on the Softcore title, but she really didn't want anybody but her holding it. Maybe it was to be expected. After all, lust was her defining trait. It wasn't like the feeling was restricted only to sex, as her next opponent would soon find out. As she climbed into the ring, she gave a wry smile. Sure, she might've agreed to it, but looking down at the liquid just reminded her that she was out of luck.

"Margarita mix, huh? I'd prefer a good Bud, but guess it isn't gonna happen...."

Erotic Terrorist and poor taste in beer. She couldn't be more hated if she tried, could she? Alyssa sloshed into the mess, a distinct look of discomfort on her face as she tried to get used to the more slippery conditions. Damn it, she should've prepared for this. Well, no more whining. It was time to take what was rightfully hers. And hell, she could powerbomb a Native American into a margarita pool.

"Only in AFW, huh?" She muttered to herself. "God, I love this place."

The softcore tournament felt as though it was both unreasonably long and incredibly brief. Janet could still feel her muscles aching a little bit after two hard matches against two fierce opponents, but she tried not to think about any soreness she might be experiencing right now. Here she was, in the semifinals of this tournament, halfway to winning a second title belt during her now nearly three-year tenure with AFW. All in all, it wasn't bad work for a girl from Wisconsin with almost no professional wrestling experience prior to her arrival in Tokyo.

Janet had never met her opponent for the night, Alyssa, face to face. They had briefly communicated regarding what liquid should fill the ring for this wet and messy match, going through several different ideas—from the tame such as oil to the more exciting and edible such as molten chocolate—before finally settling into the more exotic camp by tapping margarita mix as their fight medium of choice. Janet didn't consider herself much of a drinker—back home, after all, she would have only been able to start legally drinking a few months ago, when she turned twenty-one—but she enjoyed a good margarita as much as the next girl, and had had a little bit of alcohol-influenced fun with Azami and other girls during the last couple of years in Japan.

Well, now that fun would move into the ring. They would be fighting in a pool of margarita mix more than a foot deep, a mix of sugary sweetness and alcohol's pungent, firey flavor that Janet hoped she wouldn't get in her eyes. As she walked down the ramp to the loud cheers of the crowd, stepping into the margarita pool on the opposite side of the ring from her black-haired opponent, the Lakota was psyching herself up. She was ready for this. This was going to be fun! From what she had heard of Alyssa, she had high hopes for this girl as an opponent. Catching the girl's eye, Janet would wave at her, but put on a confident expression to let her know that she meant business.

Lady Lakota was a veteran who had already earned many accolades in her time. To be honest, Alyssa would've loved to face her in the finals of this tournament, but this was their fated meeting. Well, she couldn't betray the expectations of her enemy and her audience. She'd just have to thoroughly bomb Lakota out of existence. That was the only real courtesy she could give her enemy, a beautiful defeat and an even more beautiful celebration backstage.

That is, if she could even win.

"Try not to get shit-faced before I win, alright? Can't be showing off my skills if you get drunk and sloppy." Unlike most times, Alyssa was actually being lighthearted instead of outright mocking her enemy. It was also a precaution, too. If they both got hammered, she wasn't sure if they could hold back from just plain fucking in the ring.

She took a few sloshing steps back, matching Lakota's confidence with a grin of her own as she waited for the match to begin.

Janet was already excited, and she was more excited once Alyssa started taunting her. She had heard that this girl could be sort of rough around the edges, but, actually, Alyssa seemed like a perfectly pleasant person as she gently teased the Lakota wrestler. Janet knew that this was going to be a fun match, especially since the two of them had agreed on something a little more exotic as the medium for their battle. Even if they tried not to do it, Janet didn't doubt that they would be consuming rather copious amounts of the margarita mix—if not by choice, then by forcing each other under the surface.

Janet had to admit that she had enjoyed indulging in a few different alcohol beverages ever since she had made it to Japan. She would have only just been legally allowed to drink a few months ago had she stayed home in Wisconsin. With Japan's legal drinking age being set at twenty, she had had a chance to explore alcoholic beverages much more freely than she would have had she stayed home...and had she indulged in underage drinking, which she most certainly did not.

Janet was a little disappointed that she was meeting Alyssa in a softcore match. A full-on hentai match was probably more the Bomber's speed, and, honestly, it was probably more Janet's speed, too. She would have to restrain herself, especially if she got drunk on the margarita mix.

"You actually might want to get smashed, you know—to forget the ass-whooping I'm going to deliver to you!" Janet would taunt back, as she stepped around a little bit to get herself set for the start of the fight. "But best to wait for the end of the match, sweetie. I don't want a dizzy drunk for an opponent any more than you do!"

When the bell rang, Janet would slosh her way forward, out of her corner and towards the center of the pool-ring, ready to have some fun with her cute opponent!

Lakota was a pretty good sport after all, huh? Well, alright. Alyssa could dig that. Granted, the Bomber didn't exactly respect her opponent, but she could keep it classy for a few minutes at a time. For now, keeping the banter playful and not sincere would do the trick, right? She did have something in mind, after all.

"Hey now, I'm a fan of getting my ass whooped. What's pleasure without pain, eh?"

She advanced to meet her enemy in the middle of the ring, though she wasn't in a grappling stance. No, it seemed more like she was going in with hands held low. Why that was the case was as of yet unknown, though she looked primed to give Janet a gut punch when she had the opportunity to!

There seemed to be something a little bit...off about Alyssa, but Janet didn't have time to try to pick this girl's psychology apart right now. The bell had rung, she was already in her wrestling stance, and Alyssa was sloshing towards her through the margarita mix which filled the pool-ring. The two of them were going to meet in the center of the ring within seconds, and Janet's brain had to evaluate what sort of weird stance Alyssa had going on.

Alyssa had her hands low, and Janet got the sense that Alyssa wanted to go for her gut or her lower body. Probably, since this was a softcore match, Alyssa would be aiming for her gut. Janet didn't exactly intend to let that happen. She was still smiling as she approached Alyssa, cautious, but excited to get this match underway. One more win would put her in the final match—a match for a second title belt!

"Hey, if you want pain, you've got it, sweetie!" Janet would say with a laugh, before she would lunge forward to make her move. She would move down to try to grab onto one of Alyssa's wrists with one hand, while the other would move up to the Bomber's head to try to grab her hair. Janet would then turn and pull forward on her foe, trying to flip Alyssa over and down into the margarita mix to start off the fight!

With the two of them coming closer and closer, Alyssa only had a few things in mind. Aside from plundering Lakota's amazing ass, she had to wonder if it'd be feasible to drink this margarita mix. After all, it'd be pretty dirty from their shoes and all. Ugh, well whatever. She took it as a granted that she would get sick eventually. Might as well enjoy herself while she could, right?

Of course, she didn't expect to be taken down so easily. Already, she was flipped into the fluid below! If she had to blame anything, it was her lack of experience in these types of matches. Anything to avoid thinking that her enemy could be more skilled than her, really. That said, she wasn't down and out yet. She sat up, using her flexibility to try and catch Lakota's legs with her own in a drop toe hold manuever!

Janet had been thinking along similar lines to Alyssa regarding whether it would be okay to drink the margarita mix. Well, why not? Janet knew that she kept her costume and her body clean, and assumed that Alyssa did, too. She knew that AFW would have taken the utmost care in actually procuring and producing the margarita mix, so why not indulge? That had been in the back of Janet's mind when she and Alyssa had originally agreed on using margarita mix as the medium for their fight, anyway. Now that the Lakota was twenty-one, there was hardly anywhere in the world that she couldn't drink alcohol, and so she felt she deserved to have some fun.

Janet was able to quickly drop Alyssa down into the margarita mix, resulting in a splash which completely soaked the Bomber and splattered much of Janet's front with the alcoholic beverage, too. The quasi-hair mare had worked perfectly, but Janet was not going to stay on her feet for much longer, either. Alyssa spun and her legs caught around Janet's, dragging Janet down face first into the margarita mix, resulting in another big splash that completely soaked both girls.

"Guh! Come here!" Janet would insist, as she would try to grab onto Alyssa's head again, trying to get up onto her knees and drag Alyssa into a headlock that might restrict her freedom of movement some.

Alyssa choked on the margarita mix now that it got in her mouth. She had half a mind to make a joke about not realizing she still had a gag reflex, but the headlock quickly took her mind off of that. The two of them were incredibly slippery, which made things harder than they had to be. She struggled to find purchase on her enemy's skin, but failed to get a grip. She'd have to go for the clothes after all.

"Ggggg... Not winning like that!"

Sure, Lakota might've gotten her in a headlock. But she had a more productive use for her muscles than trying to struggle against it. Forcing herself onto her feet, with her oxygen slightly cut off, there was but one choice she had. She lowered her hands, straining with everything she had to lift her enemy up by the hips and send her into the margarita mix with a Northern Lights Suplex!