Green Hair Vs Green Eyes: A Harrowing Debut!

Standard Hentai Match
Win By Sexual Exhaustion

There was a mild whiff of curiosity in the air, as tonight veteran AFW wrestler Sig would be taking on somewhat of an unheard of rookie. The crowd somewhat whispering amongst themselves, there was a general confused consensus amongst the masses; no promo had been given regarding the newcomer, no announcement, not even a image of the new girl that was about to grace their presence in the hentai-based lock up. Soon enough they'd learn what this new upstart was about, as the lights would dim, entrance screen turning completely black.

'Cherry Pie' By Warrant would soon blast down the speakers, as a figure would emerge from the curtains, lights slowly highlight the curvaceous figure as it came into view.

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The crowds curiosity would be somewhat satisfied, as to their general delight a somewhat ridiculously busty amazon made her way down the ramp, long green hair somewhat jostling and bouncing as her figure did the same. The new girl would have an almost extreme swagger in her hips; curvy rear swaying with every step the French rookie took. The screen above the curtain that the bouncy amazon had just entered through would somewhat light up, revealing the newbies name: Amelie Roux.

Continuing her somewhat swaggering walk halfway around the ring, almost as if she was advertising her extreme figure to the crowd, Amelie would soon bring up a foot onto the apron. With a push of the other, she'd somewhat unconventionally slide her way in, legs spread with her rear almost high in the air, a free show for the crowd behind. Wolf whistles somewhat thrown her way, the new girl would quickly stand, bringing up her arm in somewhat elegant fashion, before it would slide down her body, erotically wooing the crowd as the rookie awaited the woman to help in her debut.

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It wasn't long before a familiar theme played on the speakers, prompting some cheers from the crowds. Normally, someone on a losing streak didn't get too popular with the audience, but SIG was probably one of the rare cases. Appearing on her usual military hat and jacket that partly covered her bikini set, the lithe blonde stood on the ramp with a smile on her face before making her way towards the ring. Her eyes rarely left the voluptuous figure of her would be opponent as she did so, the thought of tussling around with this Amelie girl was already excited her to no end.

By this time, she cared little whether her opponent was a rookie or a veteran. She got her ass kicked all the same regardless anyways, not that she's complaining. The newcomers she had faced so far were pretty awesome people after all, and she expected this match to be fun, especially with a foe like the woman on the ring.

Slipping herself into the ring, Sig pulled her jacket to reveal her compact form, earning herself more cheers and whistles from the crowds. She looked at Amelie for a bit, feasting her eyes on the woman again now she had a closer look, before heading towards the center so they could start engaging each other. Oh yes, this should be fun.

Eyes on her foe, Amelie's hand would come to her face, wiping downwards as the excitement over took her. This would be the first time in her life she could push both herself and her foe to their respective limits, with no end enforced per say. Rather, it was the goal of the match entirely, for Amelie to sexually exhaust Sig, and likewise back, a thought of which made the buxom French girl shudder in excitement at the thought.

Sig was noticeably smaller, petite and compact, Amelie nearly dwarfed the girl. Stepping forward, hands already up to match her foe, it appeared that Sig was interested in getting straight to the fight at hand, rather than converse with the rookie. Amelie would follow the example set; the only movement from her mouth a biting of her lip, as she could barely contain herself.

With Amelie lined up in front of her, the physical difference between Sig and her opponent became pretty glaring. She had to look up at her opponent to see her face, as her head only reached around Amelie's chest. And those breasts! They seemed to be big enough to cover her features on their own it made Sig gulped for a bit.

Still it was not a time to be unnerved. She had faced bigger girls way too often now to be scarred. If anything, the blonde was getting excited facing this bombshell of a newcomer. She looked up at Amelie, smiling confidently.

"You're going down, big girl~" said Sig boldly.

Amelie couldn't help but shudder, her eyes on her foe as Sig blatantly scanned the woman, noticing her quick glance at her exposed chest. With it, the French rookie would look down, admiring her own chest, before staring right back at the woman, almost imagining swallowing Sig's head in there!

With a brief shake of her hips, Amelie would step forward, hands mid height, eyes on her foe before briefly scanning her in return. "So petite..!" She'd mutter, in almost a giggle.

As she closed the distance with her foe, she'd raise a single hand, briefly rolling her wrist, before her eyes began to suggest to her foe to take it; as if she was challenging the girl to a test of strength using but one of her hands!

As the bell rang, Sig initially had a thought of locking up with Amelie despite the girl being way bigger than her. She was audacious like that after all. However, it turned out her opponent had something a bit different in mind, offer an arm instead while making a challenging gesture for her.

The message was clear, and Sig scoffed playfully as she looked at Amelie. She didn't really take it as an insult, but part of her definitely want to spank Amelie or something for being a little cocky.

"Hmmph," she let out before taking the challenge and pushed the extended arm of the woman with both her hands as much as she could.

Amelie was by no means a powerhouse, but she did have somewhat of a dense body, her firm figure already bracing itself for the push to come. Surely enough, Sig's push would be tense, but the much bigger woman would hold firm, as she'd try to put her weight into it more by leaning on her feet.

"Is this all, petite?" She'd smile, her free arm somewhat flapping without a purpose, before it would come towards the girl, aiming to lightly stroke her chin, as the bigger French girl somewhat innocently giggled.

Amelie barely moved from her spot, which kinda surprised Sig a little. She might be far from being the strongest wrestler around, but she still had some muscles in her arms. She looked up at the woman, with a rather pouty expression as she heard her teasing, and her cheeks blushed slightly as Amelie brought her other hand to stroke her chin.

"W-why you..." she hissed, before trying to push harder. "Nnnghh..."

Amelie would buckle ever so slightly from the force against her, before she simply opted to brace her steady figure firmly rather than push back. As she held her stand, her hand on her foe would briefly come back to her, groping her chest and down to her firm stomach.

With a wink, she'd again mutter. "Can you do better, petite?" would be muttered, as she seemingly felt herself up, much to the woo of the crowd.

"Haah...?" Sig gasped as the hand of Amelie now wandering on her chest and her stomach, feeling them up while still locking up with her with the other arm. "W-whaat are you d-doingg..." she couldn't help but to let out a soft moan, her pressure on the pushing became distracted.

It was unusual to see this kind of thing happening. Sig expected Amelie to be strong but it looked as if she wasn't even trying! Embarrassment starting to creep inside her as she imagined how silly she looked right now. The blonde thought about pulling back, but then Amelie could use the momentum and push her all the way back, which would be bad for her. Now she was put in some kind of a dilemma...