Aniek Rietveld VS Karen Starring: Back Again For More

Stipulation: Submission only, where the victor must force the loser to submit whilst front-to-front.
No DQ, Pinfalls or Countouts.

Spoiler:

It had been months since Karen's practice spar with that tall, nightly beast Aniek Rietveld. Whilst to anyone else, their training spar was completely lacking of notability, to Karen the match still remained strongly in her memories. Despite both being similar in stats and skills, Aniek completely dominated Karen; the training spar turning into a squash due to Karen's cocky brash nature and simple lack of will to learn. She hadn't forgotten what Aniek did to her, and likely wouldn't. Not until she got her back.

Bumping into the Nightly Beast by chance one average weekday afternoon in the AFW gym, Karen immediately challenged Aniek to a rematch, there and then, no holds barred, for a chance to get back at the woman who casually squashed her. Her request laughed down, the rushed and frankly poorly planned attempt at a match was later rescheduled, into a submission match of sorts, in front of a small crowd.

When she thought it through, this form of match was better for several reasons; for one, a submission match would give her the chance to beat Aniek in a more methodical, skilful way rather than simply striking and hitting her till she fell down, and for two, the fact that a small crowd present would prevent any further, 'after match spectacles' considering the angry tension between the two.

Already stood in the corner of the training ring, wearing her usual tight white corset, blue gloves and shows, Karen had to make a special altercation to this particular corset, which in hindsight didn't matter as she had several untouched ones still back home. A gaming hole in the front, the corset had essentially being turned into a bra and panty; her midriff exposed, in accordance to the match type. It might of been a submission match, but any attempts to tap out her opponent would of been invalid unless the two hefty amazon's fronts were fully pressed.

"You're not normally this spiteful I hope?" Aniek spoke, dressed in the sort of bright blue swimwear looking more at home on a calendar than on that sculpted masterpiece of a woman. Whereas Karen looked brooding and angry, Aniek almost looked pitying. Her usual lightly flexing approach was replaced by something that looked almost tired, even reluctant. She had gotten into feuds before but something as simple as a sparring match, one that her opponent had wanted to so badly, struck her as foolish.

She knew that this time, the blonde would be trying much harder. She was calm as she approach, hands at her side but her steps were confident and in control. With her great size, even the referee looked a bit nervous around her. However as her hands went to her back, the crowd began to watch her awkwardly. She wasn't tightening her bra; she was starting to loosen it yet it did not fall. Given by the gaze she was giving the younger woman, she had something else on her mind.

"I've had my feuds before... but we had a particular way to settle them," She began, a nip peeking out from behind the blue chest covering. Her hand held a small yellow string, the one thing keeping things from getting far steamier than they were. "Woman to woman, bust to bust, body to body - if you want to feel defeat, do so with nothing between you and your enemy."

She extended the string to her but her body was relaxed. It was a question of honour as much as it was sensuality; offering the opponent the one thing covering a woman's pride, her breasts, from the rest of the world required a kind of mutual unspoken regret. However, she expected Karen to bare the same.

Karen tutted at her opponents comment. Spiteful? She was the definition of the word. She had no intention of calming down, not for a while at least, when a women who damn right squashed her stood across from her.

For the time being, Karen's outfit was secure-looseness surely to follow, given the rules and stipulations of the match. They were definitely 'different' stipulations as Karen had put it, but ones she'd easily bend to, given that as a result she'd be allowed to get her hands on her foe once more.

But as it became apparent as to what Aniek was actually doing, the huge blonde again obliged, bringing her hands up to her top. Untying the adjusted corset at the back, she quickly slipped it off; feeling no actual need to respond to her opponent, she felt her actions spoke for her, in terms of whether she was willing to 'heat things up' for the chest to chest match that was about to begin between the two.

"Fair enough."

Aniek casually tossed her top over the ropes and the crowd began to murmur. Not a lot of wrestlers went topless so casually and rarely were they this busty, even by AFW's generous standards. Karen was easily even bigger in that regard but Aniek's raindrop shape breasts looked heavier in how gravity more clearly affected them. With her hand on her hip she looked rather casual, holding her pose for a second after the bell was rung. Raising her hands in a fighting stance, her mounds jiggled distractingly as she prepared to make her first move.

With her legs slightly bent, the she giant was a little shorter but still easily larger looking than Karen. Rather than starting things off with a punch, she dashed forwards and swung her right hand outwards, aiming to smack her across the collarbone with a backhand. If Karen attempted to block or catch her first, her free hand would follow up with a clenched first to her sides to send her reeling!

Now topless in AFW for her first time, Karen brushed all nervousness aside, as her anger and determination took over. Her hands both back to her hips, her giant breasts were in clear view, as the blonde stepped forward. Karen knew she needed to be smarter this time; using outright power against a woman who knew expertly how to use her weight simply wouldn't do. Not only that, but she was determined to show Aniek that she was in fact a much better wrestler than before. And she quickly got her chance.

Her giant foe swinging in, Karen never had any intention of keeping high with her. Instead she'd charge in, ducking-her shoulder going hard into Aniek's stomach as her own hands came down to clutch those big thighs.

"Guh!" The impact knocked Aniek down with a thud and the ring shook with the impact. Her abs shuddered but she noticed Karen going for her legs. Smart; in the ground game, they were where leverage came from. However, just as she'd been preparing to throw a punch, she wasn't going to stop. With her head unguarded, the Nightly Beast swung her fist for a nasty blow aimed at her cheek. At the same time, her feet would attempt to pull back, trying to get at least one to escape so she could shove her away.

"You're sharper!" She noted, "Were you holding back?"

Karen nearly screamed in glee. She didn't expect to down the giant, not at all, not so quickly, more than intending to work he grip around her when the tackle connected. But this could still work, and should, a hell of a lot better.

Karen's head might of being unguarded, but being next to her foes waist having just shoved her shoulder straight into it, it was damn well hard to hit with force, merely spluttering as Aniek hit her cheek. Her hands on Anieks thighs simply to keep her in place for what she expected to be a standing tug of war, she brought them up, trying to gain a grip of the bigger womans wrists instead.

If this succeeded, the blonde would try to shuffle her way forward, so that she was sat directly on Anieks waist, as she intended to give her a form of revenge from their last spa.

"Easier to think...without your big ass on me!" Breaking her silence, Karen was more than happy to try and antagonise her foe.

"Sexy talk isn't really your strong suite huh?" Aniek asked, finding her arms seized and yanking back, twisting them around in her grip to try and break the grip from her thumbs. Karen might be smaller but she was no weakling, especially when she was so angry. She exhaled as she felt her crotch meet her's, pinning her down and leaving only her legs free. She was breathing a little easier; her stomach had taken harder blows, even from hard hitters like the vengeful blonde. However, whereas Karen had spite, Aniek had experience backing her up.

Her feet "struggled" behind Karen but in reality she was finding her footing, placing her feet against the mat and slowly pushing up. Not enough to lift Karen but to slowly grind her crotch up on her opponent's. It seemed feeble at first but she wasn't going for force; she wanted to slowly excite her and work her up, going for a few smaller strokes before she'd quickly arch up. Hopefully after being distracted by being so sensually attended to, Karen would fall forwards and off of her, letting Aniek flop onto her back!

"Pipe...down.." Karen would mutter, as she wrestled for control with the bigger woman. She'd stop briefly, as she found herself elevated ever so slightly by her bigger foe, who seemed intent on unnerving her. Whilst in the usual case Karen would try to roll off, given the closeness of their lower bodies, she knew exactly how Aniek worked. And more importantly, knew to expect manoeuvres like this.

Whilst it was out of character, Karen would opt to breath a gush of warm air towards her large foes head, trying to fluster and unnerve her. As she did this, whilst Aniek grinded upwards, Karen would try to hook her legs under and around Anieks rear, holding tight, and pressing the two amazons crotches together!

The effect was electrifying and immediate as the most sensitive part of their bodies met. Clad in little, aroused anatomy met and mashed together as Aniek's tight hole was mashed into by an aggressive Karen's. Aniek paid no heed to the hot air, letting out a sigh as her tough composure momentarily wavered.

Karen however would need far more to truly overturn this sexual juggernaut.

As she focused mostly on squeezing her opponent, Aniek bet on Karen not expecting her to suddenly twist to the right, attempting to cause her to fall sideways and crash to the mat. Using the shock of the moment, she would pull her hands back and try to twist them out of her grip. If and when her arms were free, the impressive heavyweight would move to a kneeling position and fall back, grabbing at one of Karen's feet and twisting it outwards.

If this was successful, she would place herself on her side and catch the leg between her thighs. Stretching it out, more importantly she would crush Karen's leg between her's and flex, crushing its muscle and sensually grinding their sexy thighs together.