Mad Mud Match Reunion - Candy Cane Vs. Fujiko Hinomoto

Fujiko was in a very good position and it was only getting better and better the longer she was on top of Candy Cane's head. It was a pretty perfect way to pay Candy Cane back for her breast smother just a second ago and it wasn't gonna be all that Fujiko did. The violet haired woman had plans for Candy Cane in order to show the redhead what would be the dynamic here in AFW.

The Noble Rose kept a firm hold against Candy cane and her hand that was by the redhead's stomach would start to try and shape her hand to extend her fingers and then start to try and dig them into Candy Cane's abs, looking to torture miss Welsh in a painful clawhold as her other hand soon tried to place itself away from Candy Cane's redhead and down in the mud against the ground, looking to keep stable as Candy Cane tried to buck her off.

The Stronger Fujiko would try and press her weight more firmly down upon Candy Cane's face and rub her rear down into that pretty face. " No. You're staying down." The woman spoke in a commanding tone.

Candy squealed into Fujiko's ass as what felt like knives - to her hyperactive mind - cut into her stomach. If sitting on Candy's face wasn't bad enough, the stupid Rose was going to torture Candy's belly, too. The pain gave Candy enough motivation to slip one hand out from under Fujiko's leg with the help of the slick mud, but her mud-covered fingers only gripped uselessly at Fujiko's clawing hand and slid off of her muddy thigh. It wasn't doing her any good.

This was humiliating. All she wanted to do was pound Fujiko's skull in, and all she had was a face full of ass and crotch and mud cutting off her vision and robbing her of breath.

Her attempt to bridge Fujiko off only got her a brief second of breath, as her nose and mouth broke free from Fujiko's crotch. "Hah- aghmmmmp-", she gurgled into the mud, before Fujiko crushed off her nose and mouth again - this time, ass completely sealed off Candy's air. Her chest hitched as it searched for breath, but none came. Candy screamed and pulled at Fujiko's thigh again, but still, she did not budge the larger woman. Eventually, the arm drooped as Candy propped it on its elbow - one of the only indications that Candy was still conscious.

The welling of her eyes and her light-headedness made it clear that she wasn't going to be for long. She really had to tap. Really, really had to tap. Candy's spirits sank and her stomach gnawed when she tried to accept it.

Stubbornness had her squeal again and writhe for escape, one more time.

Fujiko's facesit was firm and well locked in, she was in bigger...stronger and she had Candy Cane in a very good position, though this wasn't usually the kind of way she enjoyed winning and part of her did want Candy Cane to break free and show the violet haired woman just what she had going for her. What the fellow veteran could do! Also give Candy Cane a good match....though she wasn't exactly going to just release the redhead.

Soon though it seemed Candy Cane did her last attempt writhing around and Fujiko's hands slipped off of the muddy stomach and now muddy hair along with Candy Cane's bucking...causing Fujiko to practically slide forward and off of Candy Cane's face, only managing to catch herself on her hands and knees to not fall face first into the mud. " Phew...." Fujiko let out, as the older sister of the Hinomoto family would start to try and push herself up to her feet and turn to face the redhead.

With no oxygen and only some shred of her dignity, Candy was loathing her decision as she hung on in defiance – she could tap out to escape and have to hear and read the words of people making fun of her all week. The only other choice was to pass out and have to hear and read the words of people making fun of her all week. The options sucked, and she was in a fever to get the hell out from under Hinomoto’s ass for that very reason… and because she hadn’t been able to breathe in several seconds since she had a crushed nose. With her eyes watering, she kept flinging her hips up to get Fujiko off, her survivor instinct convincing her that she had to tap before she went to sleep in the mud.

And it was her wildness that finally forced Fujiko off.

The bigger woman’s bottoms burned across Candy’s face as she slipped off, but the redhead didn’t give a damn, as she sucked in a deep breath once she was free that was part mud. ”Gah! Ugh! Blegh!”, she cried, as she spat the mud right back out and turned herself over onto her knees. Mud drained from every inch of her aside from her nose, and Candy tried to rub the mud out of her eyes with hands that were also covered in mud. Partially blinded, soaked in grime, and still humiliated, the redhead tried to get to her feet in spite of her plight, as she fumed. ”You… are never doing that to me again! No one is!” She slung mud in Fujiko’s general direction, but quickly went back to panting and trying to clear her face of mud. In her hair. In her top. In her mouth. Hinomoto and whatever jerkass had arranged this match were going to pay for this.

Once she could see worth a damn.

Fujiko's eyes widened when she heard Candy Cane's words, the purple haired wrestler would shake her head a bit and was about to answer back, only to have Candy Cane throw mud at her, the arms of Fujiko went up to shield her face from the gunk as it smacked against her, splashing around her frame. It didn't matter too much, as long as she wasn't blinded by it.  The violet haired woman clicked her tongue though, she would step up and attempt to take a hold of Becky's arm.

Looking to pull the girl towards her so they were pressed up against each other, body to body...breast to breast, she'd place her forehead against Becky's as the arms of the noble rose would try and wrap tightly around Candy Cane's back, looking to start to squeeze and attempt to lift the woman up off of her feet, attempting to place the lovely frame of the punk rocker into a hellish bearhug submission. " The choice of that is not yours, now...wouldn't it be easier for you to tap?" The noble rose let out as she would try and squeeze the life out of the Canadian.

Candy had only just gotten the goop off her eyebrows when she felt a slick grip on her arm. Though Candy was only starting to be able to see without stinking from the mixture of water and mud still sliding down from off her forehead and her bottle-red hair, instinct took over as soon as the contact was made, and she lashed out like a wild bronco with her opposite fist, striking at anything that felt remotely like flesh to get Fujiko away from her. ”I said leave me alone,” she screeched, her intensity admirable despite the fact that her blows were not especially harsh and certainly not well-targeted, save for a few that made for the neck and face of her taller opponent.

And her wildness did her no favors. She got one eye open as she felt flesh pressing against hers and rubbing against her sensitive chest – more like sliding given all the mud – and she was still flailing, this time with blows trained towards the head since she could tell where Hinomoto was, as powerful arms wrapped around her before she could know what was about to happen to her.

She knew when she felt herself leave her feet what Fujiko was trying to do, and her growling became more intensified as she brought her elbows into the action to drive them down against the taller woman. ”No, no, no, no!”, she demanded, before Fujiko hit her with the first big constriction.

Candy Cane started to struggle quite a bit in Fujiko's hold, swinging wildly at the busty and powerful Noble Rose who soon enough managed to pull up her redheaded opponent right into that powerful bearhug. Their hot sexy frames sliding and grinding against one another, but the wild schoolgirl wasn't about to stay quiet or calm in the painful bearhug. 

Soon enough she started to swing hard punches and a heavy elbow right into the head of Fujiko. Causing the taller woman to stagger a step and groan out...she clicked her tongue and know that Becky was not weakened enough to be put in this hold. The Lavender haired woman would try and squeeze a bit tighter and press their busty frames against each other with a mighty constriction...before finally attempting to spin around and slam Candy Cane down into the mud with a mighty belly to belly suplex!

She was going to have to weaken the rebellious one and she was planning on doing so with as many powerful moves, strikes and submission holds that she wanted!

Why did she have to be...so...big!?

"Grrnnnn!", she growled, as her own fit midriff - hell, her whole body - became swallowed up in Fujiko's, a cage of curve and muscle that rubbed all over Candy from her chest to her thighs in a way that would have infuriated her if being crushed in the hug didn't hurt so damn much. Bad enough that Candy gave up on any misplaced pride that would have her grin and bear it, kicking and screaming so loud her voice echoed off the stands and swinging and thrashing and sliding in Fujiko's grip with the mud's annoyingly welcome help and just wanting to get out.

In her hellcat's rage, the punk rocker didn't know what she hit or if she hit, measuring her successes in how much her waist (not quite as trim as it once was) slipped from between Fujiko's crunching biceps, pulling her an inch closer to getting out of this mess. Her fighting became so wild that she spread mud nearly into the first row with a kick of her feet, and she thought she was just... about... there - and she pinned her palms against Fujiko's shoulders to push upwards and try to pop out of her grip like a slick bar of soap. "You get...the hell..."

Then Fujiko crunched her again, choking and snuffing a furious scream that tried to form. Candy went still and squeezed her eyes shut to bear the pressure while Fujiko tried to push all of the rocker's abs inside of her stomach.

Just when Candy got used to the pain enough to decide she hated this hold, being pressed all boobs-to-boobs up against Fujiko in all this slick mud to be hauled around like a damned ragdoll and went to growling and fighting again, she felt herself being whipped hard enough that mud poured from her shoulders and legs, and Candy knew what was coming before her eyes opened. "Don't you- AU-"

As her back crashed into the mud, Candy's lips parted to wail, only for the mud to fill her mouth again and silence her in blubbering complaints. With the mud breaking her fall, the slam didn't shatter her back - but Fujiko's landing on top of her made up for it, and the redhead lost her wind and her ability to breathe all at once.

Noble Rose's struggles against Candy Cane was nothing if not intense, as she had to fight tooth and nail to keep the trashing capture beast that was the punk rocker. She was like an alley cat, unable to be contained without being swiped at and if it wouldn't get the ref to disqualify her it wouldn't surprise the lavender haired wrestler if Candy Cane would bite her.

The Canadian was a fire-cracker that was for sure, but those kind of opponents were the type which Fujiko had a bit easier to deal with than most. the cool and composed champion of justice had no intention of letting Candy Cane find her way free of the hold though. Because there wasn't going to be a hold for very long.

Swinging around, Fujiko drove Becky Welsh's body down, back first into the mud with a great big slam, crushing that body beneath hers as she laid on top of the mud drenched Rose. The oldest daughter of Kamikaze rose would then rise, pushing up to her knees as she would shuffle up and try and straddle that midsection of Candy Cane. Placing her hands down against those shoulders. Trying to pin Candy Cane down in the mud and potentially go for a pin attempt.

Again stuck beneath the damned mud and the damned bigger Rose who seemed to be having such a great time lording herself over the rock star, Candy lifted another set of blubbering bubbles through the mud while it all got into her nose and ears and almost into her mouth again - breathless beneath the surface just when she had sworn Fujiko wouldn't do this to her again. The suffocating mud burned at her sinuses and completely disoriented her, making her feel as if she couldn't do anything and flinging her into another frantic ball of swung fists and shoves and kicks all at once to get out from under Fujiko's giant body. Why did she have to use all that frickin' size!? To Candy's wild, angered mind, it was as infuriating as outright cheating that Fujiko wasn't just a big lug for her to cut down like all the other big lugs.

Her smaller hands did land strikes on Fujiko's slick, sturdy shoulders, but the blows were far from enough to stop her from... whatever she was doing now. Still blubbering and trying to survive until she felt Fujiko's heavy chest lift off of hers, Candy launched her shoulders off of the mud-concealed mat and just breathed through the surface for a brief second for a gulp of air in her mouth and a nearly-formed curse before Fujiko pounded down onto her again and the mud once more swallowed the rocker's pretty features completely.

It was the big jerk's hands this time, just holding her down. Despite her predicament - always despite her predicament - the furious redhead scowled. Did she think it was going to be that easy? With a jerk of her own body upwards, Candy had all plans to throw her off.

Except the woman felt like a mountain on top of Candy - the one who had gotten her face sat on, been bearhugged, and slammed, and still thought she could just power her way out. The feeling of weakness was enough to finally get the beauty to pause and realize this... and that she was about to drown in the mud if she didn't get up - her lungs were really burning.

It wasn't hearing the count, but that sensation and worry that drove the redhead to try again and again to kick her way up, her feet and calves breaching twice to send mud flying before she finally jerked hard enough that she got her head through the mud - and, as she realized, beat a three-count. A giant scream of relief at being able to breathe again rang to the top row, and Candy heaved in as much fresh air as would get down her throat - but she was blind, filled to the sinuses with mud, and still on her back with Fujiko on top. "Uuuu-hugh! Off-" She hacked once, bringing a hand to her face that had so much mud on it that it reapplied what she wiped off. "-me!"