Youkai Kid Vs. Jessica "Violet" Moorhouse

Singles Standard Match Scheduled for One Fall
Win via Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Ring Out: Ten Counts.

Tatsumi Rokubungi was at school when he got text message from AFW that asked if he could fill in for a new singles match tonight. With a bright grin on his face, the boy accepted, pushed send and immediately left for the AFW arena after school had ended. Screw senior year! He had pretty girls to fight!

Running down the city streets as fast as he could, the boy ran past AFW secruity after flashing his ID, ran into the lockerroom and fished out his outfit from his backpack with a huge eager grin on his face. "Showtime!" He beamed before suting up

Volare Via! began to blast through the arena speakers before the 5'5", 125 pound Youkai Kid emerged from backstage, arms raised in the air, trying to not trip over himself as he saw the large, roaring crowd that packed over ten thousand people in the arena.

The Youkai Kid!:

"..." Adjusting himself, The Kid ran towards the ring and slid inside, grinning ear to ear before he made his way to his corner and waved to the audience happily with both hands, standing on his toes to peer over the ropes.

For just a moment the whole arena went dark and silent but for the hushed whispers of the crowd murmuring amongst themselves. Red strobe lights flashed once, twice, three times, and then a series of spotlights slowly converged on a tall, feminine figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Her music hit the arena like a thunderhead; grungy guitars blaring from speakers turned up several notches by special request, drums thumping so hard Jessica could feel the beat through the soles of her wrestling boots. She was grinning from ear to ear, the familiar showman's anticipation sending little shivers down her spine as all the lights came on at once, the high-pitched whistle and crash of bright-white pyros going off to either side of the ramp briefly drowning out the roar of the crowd. Her customary black-and-scarlet wrestling outfit was, to honor her debut, complemented by a pair of fingerless elbow gloves and a sequined ruby jacket - plenty of neckline plunging all the way down the inviting valley inbetween her tan breasts. She knew her audience, Jessica did, and she wasn't about to disappoint them tonight of all nights.

Jessica "Violet" Moorhouse:

The song's vocals hitting was her cue to begin making her way down the ramp, half-jogging from sheer adrenaline, stopping only to soak in the adoration of those more hardcore fans who knew her from her stint on the indie scene. She'd come a long way in a fairly short time, her good looks and juggernaut confidence carrying her when her not-inconsiderable wrestling talent wouldn't, and amongst the sea of people she spotted a few signs bearing her name, writ large in purple. Bless 'em. Bless all their stupid little hearts.

She made the canvas in a single leap, the crowd's cheer briefly growing louder as she bent forward at the waist and swayed her way through between the top and middle ropes. She was on the turnbuckle in a flash, raising her hands over her head to stoke another wave of cheers; some of the crowd genuinely excited to see the debuting indie wrestler, others just swept along by the spectacle of it. Finally she dropped down, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as her eyes fell on her opponent. He wasn't... what she'd expected. Scrawny and boyish, the replacement wrestler wasn't quite the spitting image of the world-class lucha libre competitor. Jessica smirked, her music finally fading as she faced off against the young lad across the squared circle.

Well... he'd damned well better learn fast. Jessica was going to enjoy this one.

The Kid froze as the lights dimmed and the red strobe lights began to flash. "Oh wow." Kid thought a bit sheepishly as he stayed by his corner as the music hit as this tall, curvy, beautiful woman appeared on stage. The Kid's eyes were wide, she was certainly a hot lady but she looked like total serious business too! Strong and tall looking, enough to make The Kid wonder if he was in over his head against someone that intimidating!

The lights died down and the woman dropped to the mat after leaving the turnbuckle and The Kid swallowed as he peered up at this nearly six foot tall, one-hundred, seventy two pound amazon looking right at him. He was blushing at the sight of her chest bobbing up and down, but he was more intimidated than anything.

"Uh... H-Hi!" He said with a friendly wave.

She sized him up, arching an eyebrow at the Kid's hesitant greeting. A little snicker escaped her lips, and she approached him with a sway in her hips, making sure to show off her long, toned legs to the crowd. Well, they'd paid good money to be here - fair's fair. "Hi there, kid~" she cooed, her voice treacle sweet. "Did you get lost somewhere? Where are your parents?" Her little grin widened, taking on a slightly mocking edge as she straightened, her arms crossed underneath the sizeable swell of her breasts. She turned to the crowd, making a big show of shooting her young competitor an incredulous stare.

"Surely they didn't send this punk up here to have a match with me - I'd have to be careful I don't break him in two!" Glancing towards the Kid, she offered him a little wink. She was a performer; this was how she made her money. "Can I get my real opponent up here?" She looked around, raising one hand to shade her eyes as if glancing around for some distant object. "No? Nobody?" She spun around, approaching the Youkai Kid with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward to look at him, those amber eyes boring into him with the full force of her presence. "... tell you what; to make this fair you get the first swing." She turned one cheek towards him, grinning. "Gimme your best shot, kid."

The Kid blushed as he watched Jessica approach him with a sway in her hips, showing off her insane sex appeal to her opponent and the roaring crowd.

Her sultry voice only flustered the boy further, puffing his cheeks as she asked about his parents. "M-My...!" He stopped himself, almost saying something a bit too true. "I-I'm an adult! I don't live with my parents!" He cried and puffed his chest out and giving his opponent a stuff upper lip, trying to avoid gazing at her large breasts that were eye level with him.

Her wink made him blush and frown at her before she went on to mock him further, making him clinch his fists at his sides. "I AM your opponent! HEY!! It's meee!!" He whined until she finally addressed him, leaning foward and presenting her cheek to him to make it 'fair'.

"H-HEY! DON'T TAKE ME LIGHTLY!" He stomped and puffed out his cheeks. This woman was really getting under his skin and he wanted to show her a thing or two. He'd give her a taste of her own medicine.

Rather than give Jessica a real show, The Kid drew his hand back and proceeded to give Jessica the hardest, most disrespectful slap he could muster, aimed right at her cheek!

She watched him huff and puff, slowly trailing a single finger up along her flat stomach, between her breasts and to her pouty lower lip, tapping it slowly as the younger kid approached. Apparently he had a little more backbone than she'd given him credit for - she'd half expected him to bluster and flush like so many other rookies would when faced with a real professional. "Give it here, then~" she purred, eyes following his hand as he drew it back. As it came back around she reached up, catching his wide, theatrical swing by the wrist. She could be explosive when she wanted to be, and using her surprise she attempted to wrench his hand up behind his back, slipping around behind him in a hammerlock, looking out across the crowd from over the shorter boy's shoulder. Her big, perky breasts pressed against the back of his head, cushioning him in her otherwise uncomfortable grip.

"Here's a free tip~" she whispered, lowering her voice just for him, her breath warm against his ear as her violet hair briefly brushed across his temple. Leaning closer, she flicked the tip of her tongue against his earlobe, pressing a little kiss against the side of his neck. "... never let your opponent sucker you into a trap~"

Kid swung for the fences and his eyes shot wide as his wrist was caught with ease by his beautiful, busty opponent who suddenly wrenched his arm behind his back and applied a tight hammerlock. "Nhh!" Groaned the Kid before going suddenly rigid as he felt Jessica's large bust suddenly push against his back.

"H-Hah..." The boy shuddered, feeling her warm breath on his neck as her hair tickle tickled his temple before her soft tounge suddenly began to flick against his earlobe. The boy hadn't even been kissed by anyone besides his mother, all these sensations were so new to him that he would gasp and moan the very moment he was toyed with, his knees going weak as he slumped into Jessica as the boy panted heavily with a flustered face.

"What's that?" she whispered, glancing out across the crowd from over his shoulder. There were a few scattered boos coming from the audience; at a distance it might well look like it was the hammerlock that was making the lad squirm and groan. Of course, Jessica knew better. One of her legs rose up, her warm thigh briefly brushing across the side of his leg as she wrapped it around him, running her booted foot along his calf. "... you look a little too comfortable there, kiddo~" she purred into his ear, giving his arm a quick wrench as if to reinforce her point. "Makes me think I'm not doing my job right." Her other arm was wrapped around his shoulder, keeping him steady as she felt his knees wobbling a bit.

In a burst of motion she pushed on his shoulder, attempting to use the leverage of his arm to move him around until they were standing face to face, her hand still reaching around behind him to hold onto his wrist. She draped her arm around his neck, and with a heave the tall, tan wrestler attempted to hoist the smaller lad up from the canvas and across - going for a hammerlock suplex to get the match starter proper.

"Nnnhh!!" The boy winced and squirmed in the hold, but more so when he felt the woman's silky thigh run over his leg, her boot sliding down his thigh as she teased his ear, sending shivers down the boy's spine as her sultry demeanor wore him down into mush, the only thing keeping him out of a stupor was her hammerlock that she would wrench to 'wake him back up' once more.

"L-Let go!" The boy pleaded before he was suddenly spun around like a top to face the taller, toned, mature woman that stood before him. Her wrapped his free arm around her waist to try and clinch for safety but as Jessica's strong arms went around his neck, the boy was suddenly lifted right up off his feet!

"Guuh!!" He groaned as he was flipped in the air, coming down hard on his back that would squash his own arm as he hit the mat hard! "Auuh!!" He cried out, arching his back upon impact before slumping back down to the mat where he winced in pain, trying to roll over and crawl for the ropes!

Her opponent hit the mat with a satisfying *thud* of muscle on canvas, and lying on her back Jessica grinned to herself as she heard a little groan coming from the crumpled boy behind her. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, seeing the Kid beginning to crawl his way towards the ropes, clearly hurt from the suplex. A wolf whistle from the crowd made her chuckle, and she slowly, deliberately began to follow the Kid on all fours; stalking him like some great hunting cat across the ring. She'd been surprised by people on the smaller side before, but so far the Kid had done nothing to exceed her already low expectations of his ability. If he wasn't going to put up a fight she'd find some other way to make this match a good show for the crowd. It was her first one, after all, and she wanted to make an impression.

"Come on, kid~" she taunted, closing the gap one slow movement after another, her heart-shaped rear swaying from side to side as she followed him towards the ropes. "Surely this isn't all you've got."