Rainbow Mika vs. Anesthesia - The Dark Nightingale Returns

”Woo!” Sista A called out from the sidelines, throwing her arms into the air as Anesthesia brought Mika’s skull crashing into the mat. ”There we go!”

She stood up, a soft smile still etched on her face, and gave the audience a slight bow. They didn’t appreciate it, of course, giving her a wave of boos in return, but they might as well have been cheering for the way she received it. It was all the encouragement she needed.

Now, back to work.

”Oh, dear,” Anesthesia spun on her heel and approach Rainbow Mika, her voice dripping with false concern. ”You seem like you’re in quite a lot of pain. Maybe I can help you take your mind off of it.”

Anesthesia jumped up, spun about in mid-air, then came down into a hard sit right on Mika’s breasts, dropping all of her weight on the world warrior in one, sudden crash. She’d wanted to get a feel of those luscious breasts right from the start, and this was as good a chance as any.

Truth to be told, Mika had taken worse blows to the head in her long career. If there was one thing she was renowned for, it was her thick skull-- hell, one of her trademark moves was nothing but a repeated series of headbutts! All the same, that German suplex had been delivered with enough force to leave Mika nicely stunned for several seconds, groaning and slowly rolling onto her back as she tried to get her bearings right.

Which, as it turned out, was exactly what Anesthesia wanted, as it gave her two big heart-adorned targets to aim for. The audience collectively winced as Anesthesia's ass dropped down hard on Mika's heaving breasts, causing the Rainbow Warrior to jolt and gasp as the air burst from her lungs. "UGHKK!" Breathing hard, she opened up one masked eye at Anesthesia, temporarily on the defensive as she was left heaving air...

Anesthesia sat in the middle of the ring. Around her was a raging crowd, mad at her for dropping their beloved Rainbow Mika like a sack of dirty potatoes. Beneath her, a sexy woman with a magnificent body waited, easy prey that was begging to be taken advantage of.

So many possibilities, so much potential. This was going to be a great day.

Anesthesia slid back, making sure her ass landed squarely on Mika’s crotch and rubbing against it for good measure, settling in all nice and cozy. ”You make such a lovely seat, dear.”

Anesthesia reached out and seized Mika’s breasts, latching onto both of the scarcely covered orbs. At first, she squeezed hard and tight, digging her nails in deep, tight pressure...but only for a moment. After that moment passed, her hands became more tender, merciful, as they massaged the delicate skin and worked it between her fingers, as if she were trying to feel every inch enough to keep the experience in her memory.

Mika was unable to stop Anesthesia from clambering on top of her, the other girl's weight only further hampering her out-of-breath state. At first, Mika thought that Anesthesia was going to go for a ground-and-pound, or something humiliating like a face sit-- either way, she braced herself, knowing that something nasty was coming her way.

To her surprise, however, Anesthesia had something different in mind as she squeed Mika's heart-covered orbs. Mika gasped at the initial pain...and then gasped even further as Anesthesia began to rub her generous breasts. "W-w-what are you..." Mika stammered, her face going beet red as her heart rate and breathing involuntarily quickened. Her legs fidgeted as her nipples began to harden to this tender touch, and it didn't help that Anesthesia's ass was rubbing teasingly against her crotch.

"S-stop it!" Mika cried, kicking out with her legs and trying to scissor Anesthesia's head. If she managed this, then she would twist to the side, aiming to ram Anesthesia head-first into the mat, or else simply throw her off. Either way, Mika wanted out of this situation as fast as possible.

Anesthesia had always been a slave to her vice, a fault she never took shame in but suffered from all the same. When she saw a fine - like the one her roving hands were currently groping - she had to touch it. Had to test it. Had to taste it. Perhaps at inopportune times.

Though there was something to be said for the psychological gaze. Anesthesia wasn’t sure which way Rainbow Mika swung, but it was clear that her unique bedside manner was having a profound effect. It was well that Anesthesia planned to tap quite often.

But not right now.

Mika’s legs came out of nowhere and sent Anesthesia’s head straight into the mat, rocking the ring with the impact. She rolled around on the canvas and got back to a knee, turning back to her foe with a wry - if pained - smirk.

”Aw, something wrong, dear? You seem a tinge nervous…”

Mika instantly rolled up to her knees, and it was only then that she realized she was panting. Though she knew it not, her face was beet red, and if she was honest, Anesthesia's groping had excited, shocked and embarrassed her in equal measure. Though she had never been shy about her looks, she had also never been molested in the middle of a match-- by a a female opponent, no less!

The way Anesthesia was looking at her right now-- with hungry, probing eyes-- didn't help matters, even Mika had just turned the tables on her. She shook her head-- no way was she letting the Naughty Nurse get in her head like that!

"Nervous? Yeah, nervous that I'm going to overdo it now and leave you eating hospital food!" Mika shot back, before lunging at her foe. She raised an arm, faking a spinning kick...only to suddenly drop low, aiming to hammer Anesthesia in the midsection with a simple yet effective drop kick!

Anesthesia would never show it, but she was honestly a little surprised that Rainbow Mika seemed so surprised by her advances. Surely, she knew how she was dressed and the sort of attention such an outfit could draw, especially in such a sexual, sensual environment as the AFW. Anesthesia couldn’t have been the first to give her a good groping. She couldn’t.

But, if that was the case, she would be sure to make up for lost time.

For now, though, she had to worry about getting back on the offense, a proposition that still had some work to go. When Mika started to spin, Anesthesia raised her arms, preparing a defense - a good thing, too. She didn’t get the spinning kick she expected, but something worse: a dropkick that nearly knocked her off her feet and sent her reeling into the corner. She hit it hard, back first, and leaned against it for a moment while she regained her composure.

From ringside, Sista A yelled encouraging words her way.

”Hey, what the fuck? Get your head right and drop this bunny bitch!”

What passed for encouragement with her, at least.

After being felt up by Anesthesia, it felt good to deliver some boot-related justice on the naught nurse. As she landed on her butt, Mika saw her drop kick send Anesthesia flailing into her corner, visibly hurting and visibly winded. It was a chance she couldn't pass up: she had Anesthesia on the defensive now, so she just had to keep hammering at her.

Rolling forward, Mika used her role to execute a cartwheel, showing off her acrobatic skills as she spun and dashed towards Anesthesia, before twisting in midair--just enough, she hoped, to slam her butt and back hard against Anesthesia to crush her against the corner.

As Anesthesia had made no effort to hide, she had quite a taste for Rainbow Mika’s ass, and she’d enjoyed what she’d seen - and felt - of it so far. That being said, she had little desire to have it slammed against her at ramming speed. Luckily, her foe’s most famous move was relatively easy to telegraph, simple enough to avoid, and satisfying to counter.

If you were in a position to do so, at least. Anesthesia, being trapped in a corner, was most decidedly not.

She had little choice but to take the blow, as Rainbow Mika’s chest collided with her burgeoning breasts, ramming her hard against the turnbuckle. It was all she could do to make a momentary retreat, leaning against the ropes as she staggered out of the corner, still reeling from the vicious hit.

Mika felt a tremor run through her ample rear and up her spine as her entire body cannoned into Anesthesia. She heard the crowd cheer, and more importantly, heard the villainous nurse grunt in pain. She also heard Anesthesia's annoying plus one shouting at her from ringside, but unless she chose to intervene personally, Mika wasn't going to pay her any mind.

Turning, Mika saw Anesthesia hobbling against the ropes in a vain effort to escape. "Where do you hint you're going?" she growled, following after the nurse. Grabbing her foe by the head and snag it in a side headlock, crushing her head against her ample breastfeeding.

"Daydream Headlock!" she would shout, announcing one of her signature moves as she drilled three successive punches to her foe's temple in a row. If that worked, then she would immediately following up by charging forwards, aiming to leap forward and bulldog her opponent face first into the mat!