Hardstyle Hentai: Belle B. Barker Vs. Ninjette

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: First to force her opponent to orgasm will be declared the winner.
Special Conditions: Wrestling is both allowed and encouraged

The twangy guitar of Commotion began to play over the arena and out from the backstage area came Belle B.e Barker. She was wearing her cowprint bikini, unbuttoned daisy dukes, leather vest, half shirt, purple tie, cowboy hat and wrestling boots made to look like cowboy boots. She had a bright, mischievous grin on her face as she sauntered down the ramp, letting her hips sway to the beat of her music while she slapped the outstretched hands of the fans. Although the fans themselves hadn't seen too much of the rowdy Oklahoman, her reputation and backstage and off duty antics were beginning to give her a bit of notoriety. They had just figured that wherever she went, there would be a spectacle and, loving the attention, Belle hoped for the it too.

She slipped into the ring and bounded to her corner, shaking her hips and stretching as she did. She made sure to give good eyefuls of her voluptuous body to the crowd. Even though they's most likely see much more of it soon enough, she still liked to tease. Though, she had managed to go through a whole hentai bout and only lose her top. This one was a little different. The last had been for the sport of it as well as one of her many master plans to lure her beau into her spiderweb.

This one was definitely a little bit more personal. She wasn't certain if she would even see the cheering crowd once things got going.

Kozue didn’t really care all that much what she wore out to fight, but in this particular instance, she’d wanted to go with something a little more...strategic than her usual outfit. To be specific, she’d planned on going out with three layers of underwear, tip things in her favor and give her an advantage over Belle. Little cheap, yeah, no shit. But she didn’t have any qualms with bending the rules a bit. Not if she could get away with it.

Which, it turned out, she couldn’t.

Kozue wasn’t aware of a few things. Like, for instance, she wasn’t aware that they checked first time participants in these sorts of matches, just to make sure they didn’t pull what she was trying to pull. She wasn’t aware her contract obligated her to wear AFW approved outfits, that they could enforce that whenever they chose. But those were the rules. If she wanted to keep her job, she had to follow them.

And so, when Kozue’s music hit, she came out dressed in her usual ninja costume, booty shorts and all, a thin layer begging to be exploited. Good in a normal match, about as smart as knife-wielding in a gunfight, here. She kept up her smiles, high-faving all the way down the ramp, but she could resist a little mutter under her breath. ”Fucking crime to prepare a little…”

Brushing it off, she focused on the task at hand, looking Belle’s way as she walked around ringside, strutting with a proud stride and some sway behind it. After a moment, she grabbed the middle rope, pulled her up to the apron, then yanked herself over again, getting some good air. She came down on the turnbuckle and landed in a sit, easy as you please. Showing off. A little. ”So, first thing. Need to address something.” Kozue crossed her legs and leaned back. She gestured up and down Belle’s body - a fine body. Real nice. But…

”Been meaning to ask: what’s with the otufit? The cowboy boots, the Daisy Dukes, the cowprint, I get all that. But the tie and the shirt’s a bit weird, right?”

Belle was happy out see Ninjette come down the ramp in her skimpy ninja outfit. Even if the Jersey girl was flat chested, there was definitely plenty to like and showing off what was there was something she had gotten down pretty well. Her grin remained through the whole trot up the ramp and even when Kozue addressed her.

"Heh! Welll... Clyde started wearin ties, so I added one." She then tugged at her "half shirt", her boob wobbling a bit. "This thing... I ain't gotta clue. Honestly, I musta been drunk'r somethin. Heh. heh." Belle shrugged. "I mean, not really, but, ya know!"

She looked over Ninjette. "Ain't much worse than puttin yer name on yer butt though, eh? Yer dressed kinda skimpy too, but I ain't never figgered you fer a slut." Belle said and took off her hat. "And I ain't implyin nothin, that was s'posed ta be me sayin I thought you were a classy gal." She paused, putting a finger to her lips. "But, I think I was wrong! Yer just as dirty as me, aintcha?" Belle said with a wide grin as she tossed her hat at Ninjette.

Belle was pretty much unflappable, Kozue would give her that. Maybe it had to do with her being more batshit than a cave, but no matter what happened she always seemed to be at some varying level of happy. Granted, they’d known each other for a small chuck of time, but even so, it was hard to imagine the cowgirl doing anything like, say, frowning. Not counting the times she was being punched, of course.

Maybe Kozue could change that, here. Bare minimum, she could make that face take on all sorts of shapes, with just the right pressure in just the right spots.

The thought made her giddy. Giddy enough that she was smiling still when the cowboy hat came her way. She caught it, looked it over for a second, then dusted it off the ropes and put it on her own head. Probably looked weird, but it wouldn’t be staying there for too long.

”Wasn’t judging. Just curious what the thinking was behind it.” The tie thing at least made some sense, in a ‘Crazy Stalker’ sort of way. ”As for me being as dirty as you…”

Kozue slid off the turnbuckle, did a quick somersault and landed flush near the center fo the ring, keeping the hat on for all of it. She stepped back a step as the referee slid in fron the side, getting ready to kick off the festivities.

”...only one way to know, right?” She started hopping from foot to foot, warming up, eager to start this up for a variety of reasons. ”Come on, let’s see how rough you can play.”

Belle brought her fingers to her mouth and whistled sharply as Koziue did her impressive flip. She grinned at the Ninjette and nodded her approval. Even if belle was athletic, she wasn't sure she was that sort of agile. Her expertise was in a different area, that was for sure.

Belle was bouncing on her heels too, waiting for the bell to ring and when it finally did, she was off like a bullet. Not really one to beat around the bush, Belle charged at Kozue, and opened the match with a running knee aimed at Ninjette's belly, hoping to drive home the tempo of the match she would like to establish right away.

Kozue asked the question, but it was pretty much rhetorical. She already knew that Belle played rough. And dirty. Very, very dirty. She was strong, stronger than Kozue, and she could tank hits just as well as any guy she’d ever come across. So the strategy for this was simple: hit Belle a lot, don’t get hit so much, keep clothes on, if at all possible, and then, well...do what Femie would do.

The bell rang, the crowd cheered, and Kozue was off like a bullet before the echo had finished making its way around the arena. She charged straight at Belle, opening the match with a running knee to the cowgirl’s stomach…

...just as Belle was doing the exact same thing. Shit.

She wasn’t sure how much her knee had hurt Belle, or if it even connected all that much. It was a little hard to notice, really, as she fell on her back and craddled her stomach, gasping and wheezing. The running knee would’ve sucked under normal circumstances, but charging right into the damned thing made it so much worse.

Belle, for her efforts, didn't end up on her back, but she wasn't too fare from it. She was on one knee wincing and holding onto her gut. Kozue's knee crashed into hers and she only had enough presence of mind to not end up in quite as an embarrassing position as Kozue.

"Heh...'" She laughed sharply and began to crawl over to Kozue, pausing to rub her belly and look over the Ninjette. "Great minds, eh? Heh heh." Belle giggled and then lunged for Kozue's leg to try and grab hold of it and try and stand up with it in her hands.

”Oh,” Kozue chuckled through a cough. Not doing that again, yeah.”

Strangely enough, the hat was still on Kozue’s head, managing to sit comfortable on its new resting place despite the major jolt she’d taken. Probably not going to stay there for much longer, though, if Belle got to do whatever she was trying to do with Kozue’s leg.

Her stomach hurt, but Kozue had plenty of energy to work with. Belle stood up with her leg in hand, but that was as much as she was willing to put up with.

Planting her palms on the mat and her free foot down, too, Kozue pushed her way up, standing up along with Belle as she rose. That didn’t free her other foot, of course, but she didn’t want it freed - having it held like that made it easy for Kozue to swing her free leg around and attempt an enziguiri on the side of Belle’s face.

Belle wanted hold of Kozue's leg so that she could tease the Ninjette a bit, but as she watched the Jersey girl twist nd hop up, she was almost enthralled by what she was seeing. Kozue was definitely an athletic girl, even if it wasn't necessarily apparent at a glance, and their last fight didn't exactly lend itself to showing off Kozue's agility.

Unfortunately, by the time that she was done being amazed by the girl, she was getting kicked in the face.

"Buuuuuhh!"

Belle stumbled backwards, reeling from the kick to the face. Her body turned and she dropped to her hands and knees, holding her cheek where the bare foot cracked against it.

There were few sounds Kozue enjoyed more than the sound of a perfectly placed enziguri, few feelings she enjoyed more than her foot colliding with someone’s face, and few sights she enjoyed more than the look on that someone’s face right before her move connected and they realized there wasn't a damn thing they could do to stop it.

But when all that came from Belle B. Barker, it was so much more satisfying. Times ten.

Kozue landed on her fours, facing Belle like a cat ready to pounce, and it just so happened that she saw something pounce-worthy right in front of her: the cowgirl was on her knees, stunned, begging to be taken advantage of. Kozue would oblige her.

Popping up, she dashed towards Belle and closed in fast, a wild grin on her face as she neared. When she was close, she leaped, drew her legs up to her chest, then dropped down and hammered her heels into the cowgirl’s back, double-stomping her flat on the mat.