Moe Fukuoka vs Zoey Satoshi

Moe's flailing seemed like earnest and ineffective attempt at escape, to the audience. But the reality was that she was caught by surprise by Zoey's sudden and unforeseen pleasure tactics. The truth was it felt good. If Zoey had tried such a thing without simultaneously pinning her, Moe might not have struggled. As she kicked out of the pin, she would roll onto her hands and knees before looking up at Zoey and locking eyes with the red haired high flier. The brunette was blushing. She was flustered that Zoey's arsenal of antics included such a thing.

"Y-Y-You Jerk!!! Why would you do such a thing!?" Moe screamed while turning her head away and closing her eyes. Upon seeing her foe wink at her, she would push herself up to her feet and dash at Zoey haphazardly while attempting to hit her opponent with a Running Forearm! Fukouka would still be blushing while attempting this, but she still desired to put Zoey in her place.

What made the situation worse was that members of the audience began to laugh. No one really knew why the green clad wrestler was flustered. From their perspective, during the pin Zoey just happened to keep close to Moe's backside as a natural consequence of a well-executed Matchbook pin. Seeing Moe charge forward while unnecessarily frustrated was funny for them, and only further fueled Moe's embarrassed rage.

Zoey couldn't help but giggle and laugh along with the audience when Moe screamed at her in a shakey and embarrassed tone. Unbeknownst to the brunette, she was looking quite silly and entitled by doing so, her sudden outburst of rage and embarrasment seemingly only being brought on by a single pin from her tiny opponent. The redhead shrugged at her and replied "Do what thing?" in her child-like, high-pitched voice, before wiggling in place and giving her another wink, subtly licking her lips.

Her teasing brought on the desired effect, and Moe sprang to her feet like a sprinter at the start of a race, rushing down on Zoey with incredible speed. Her arm swung out to her side, roughly level with Zoey's upper chest, the adrenaline-fuelled speed that Fukuoka had achieved meant it would be a seriously painful move if she hit, but luckily Zoey was just that little bit faster. The smaller wrestler swung her torso backwards into a limbo-like pose to let Moe's arm pass overhead.

When it did, and Ms. Fukuoka's momentum carried her forwards quickly into the ropes, Zoey dropped on her butt and spun over onto one knee, smirking and giggling to herself. The ropes snapped backwards, catapulting Moe in the opposite direction and directly towards her mischevious adversary, who bounced quickly to her feet, crouched down again, and then jumped into the air like a spring. Her legs hooked around Moe's head and she threw her weight back towards the canvas, aiming to flip the brown-haired striker over in a hurricanrana!

Still filled with feelings of embarrassment and anger from the compromising position that her opponent placed her in just a few seconds ago, Moe would run towards Zoey, desperate to hit her and chastise her for her underhanded and perverted tactics. But Zoey proved to be nimble enough and resourceful enough to dodge yet another one of Moe's strikes! The red haired rookie used a matrix style dodge to allow the brunette's momentum to carry her forwards towards the ropes!

Unable to stop herself at such a high speed, Moe would ricochet off the ropes and begin running towards her foe. Her face was still red and her countenance still showing that she was clearly flustered. She had planned to attempt the same strike and try her hand again at hitting Zoey! But the high flier had other plans. Zoey skillfully leaped into the air and wrapped her slender legs around Moe before throwing herself backwards and hitting the green clad wrestler with a Hurricanrana! Moe soon found herself folded up into yet another pin, this time with Zoey straddled over her face, which only further annoyed and flustered Moe!

"MMPH! MPH!" She protested to no avail Her words were inaudible with Zoey's crotch blocking her mouth! Soon the referee would drop to the mat and begin fulfilling her duties by counting for the Japanese rookie.

"ONE!"

Moe continued struggling to no avail.

"TWO!"

At this point, Moe would attempt to reverse the pin by kicking up with her legs and hooking them around Zoey's arms to reverse the Rana pin into a Sitout Pin and restart the count in her favor! If unsuccessful in reversing the pin, the count would advance to three and leave Moe with the bitter defeat of an embarrassing loss at the hands of her fellow rookie!

Zoey grinned to her self at the satisfying feeling that passed through her when the move went entirely to plan. The world rotated around her and she ended up sitting right on Moe's face with the girl's legs under her arms. In all the excitement that came with pulling off such an impressive and flashy maneuver, the newbie forgot to lean forwards and stimulate her opponent like she had planned. Regardless, it seemed to be working quite effectively.

Moe's legs immediately started to violently buck and kick in vain attempts to break the pin and launch Zoey off to the side. The redheaded tweener slid her knees outwards slightly to a more stable position to keep that from happening, pressing more of her (admittedly very very light) weight down onto Moe's face. She met the referee's eyes as the woman started counting again, Zoey grinning and wide-eyed and nodding with each smack of the canvas.

The referee's hand went up after the second count, and began to come back down... When suddenly the world spun around and she found the canvas above her! "Whoa- Wha-!?!" Moe had stealthily curled her legs around Zoey's shoulders and used the added power of her lower limbs to entirely reverse the situation! Now it was Zoey with her butt wiggling in the air and legs kicking wildly, the referee blinking with confusion for a second before restarting the count, "One!"

Zoey, going against her instincts and urges, pushed her crotch towards Moe's face rather than trying to pull it away. With the angle Fukuoka's arms were at, this would slide Zoey's legs in around her head to apply a headscissor! She'd squeeze in tight to try and get Moe to loosen her grip, then pull hard to roll the two over a second time, this time with Zoey's face right up against Moe's little green briefs. Her lips would press tight against just the right spot, and start to stimulate the poor girl, weakening her ability to kick out.

Moe smiled as she successfully countered her spunky foe's dynamic pinning maneuver with one of her own. She nodded as the referee's hand slapped the mat and the first count was declared. And the audience seemed to be getting into the match, taking the opportunity to count along and join in on the hype of the momentum shifting again so quickly!

"Ye-Nuuu!" Moe declared. She felt like this reversal might have really earned her the win. There was no way Zoey saw that coming! Despite that possibly being the case, it seemed that there was a way for her fellow Japanese rookie to adapt. Zoey would counter Fukouka's counter with a creative one of her own! She would lock her ankles behind Moe's head before pulling her in for a Headscissor. The red haired wrestler would follow up by skillfully pulling back hard and rolling both women back such that she could transition into yet another pin!

Moe would attempt to struggle immediately. "I'm so sick of you pinning-Eeep!" He protests would be interrupt by Zoey making a more blatant attempt at pleasuring her through her wrestling attire. Satoshi's lips would be pressed firmly into her briefs. Whether it was sheer luck or skill on Zoey's part. Moe would be taken by surprise by Zoey sneaking in an attempt to pleasure her. It would begin with a loud eep but would quickly be followed by a moan from Moe. Her legs would become akin to a pair of wet noodles before the new count was even started.

Fukouka would begin to blush and only barely move her arms in protest as Zoey began to pin her for what seemed to be the um-teenth time this match!

"ONE...!"

Moe's movements would slow further as she continued to moan and suffer at the hands of Zoey's oral prowess. Even the sound of the next count didn't seem to alert her or force her to move with any kind of urgency!

"TWO"

The little redhead buried her face against Moe's form-fitting bottoms, her arms hooked over Moe's legs to keep them compressed tightly downwards, the brunette's feet touching the canvas either side of her own head. Despite both girls knowing how pointless it is in this style of hold, Moe began wildly bucking and kicking her legs upwards to try and break the hold. This led to quite a satisfying feeling for the tiny wrestler when her not-so-legal licking and suckling turned Fukuoka's legs to mush near immediately, feeling that wild bucking and kicking turn into weak trembling and twitching.

As with the last time, Moe's own thighs would cover Zoey's lower face and keep both the audience and referee from figuring out what she was doing to make the pin so easy. With ms. Fukuoka tightly pressed into the canvas and rolled up nicely, combined with Zoey's lewd cheating that turned the poor girl's legs to jelly, both of them had a feeling that the match was decided. The referee was quite confused and mildly frustrated herself with how often she had to reset the count, putting a short delay before the count this time.

The first count came and Moe was still helpless. Then the second, still with no chance of escape.

Finally, "THREE!"

The referee got to her feet and signalled to an assistant at ringside to ring the bell, signalling the end of the match. Zoey held on for just a moment longer to keep stimulating her defeated opponent, eventually releasing her and getting up at the referee's behest. The position would leave Moe still rolled up with her (very nicely formed) behind pointed straight up in the air until she moved herself.

Zoey laughed out adorably as the crowd cheered for her, bringing a wide smile to her young-looking face. She excitedly bounced up and down in place, throwing both arms up in the air while the referee went down on her knees to check Moe wasn't hurt.

Zoey kept the pin applied with good execution. Her arms remained hooked around Moe's legs to keep them down and to keep the brunette folded up in a rather compromising position. Despite the technical prowess Zoey showed in applying her hold/pin, she was still smaller and weaker than Moe. It was entirely possible for the green clad rookie to kick out, and under normal circumstances, she'd have no problem doing so. But Zoey exhibited skill in another category: orally teasing and stimulating her fellow rookie through her wrestling briefs to the point where all her protests and motion were stifled!

Soon the referee's hand would slap the mat a third time, and the contest would end in victory for the red head. Moe, herself would still be folded up and overwhelmed until she heard the sound of the bell. And even then, she'd only really begin to work her way up to her feet when the referee came to check on her. Zoey's celebration of her victory over her fellow Japanese rookie would receive near universal praise and cheering, with a minority of the audience booing or jeering for having noticed that she stooped to using underhanded tactics to pick up the win. In reality, many people realized what happened near the end, but in AFW, most fans are very happy to see the use of suggestive or lewd tactics.

After taking several seconds to ease the shaking in her legs, Moe would stand on both feet. And once she was stable, she'd charge at Zoey in an attempt to knock her down to the mat with a harsh Lariat. The brunette would throw all or most of her weight and muscle into the blow in an effort to send a message to tonight's victor: that the way she won was not ok. If her blow connected and interrupted Zoey's celebration, the girl would stand over her foe and shout. "CHEATER!!" before attempting to grab Zoey by the head and yank the girl up to her feet to set her up for her finisher: a Superkick!

Having pushed Moe's legs into trembling uselessness in just a few seconds, Zoey was quite surprised to hear the girl-in-green standing up behind her. There was still a bright and wide smile across her face at the reception her victory had received and the constant stream of camera flashes only made her act even more confident and smug when she turned to face her former opponent.

That smile would quickly turn to a startled gasp, her eyes going wide as Moe (despite her trembling lower body) came bolting towards her with a tensed-up arm out wide at Zoey's head level! If the fight were still going, she'd have had enough time to at least attempt to move out of the way, but here she had no such luck. Moe's arm crashed hard against the tiny wrestler's forehead with such force that she became airborne for a second, flipping over a full 180 degrees before landing on her belly.

The audience let out a gasp, though a good chunk of Moe supporters were cheering for the sudden post-match beatdown. If Zoey wasn't unconcious after that, she would be soon. Moe stepped over Zoey and glared down at her angrily, screaming something that the little heel could barely understand following the hard blow to the head, and then dragging her to a stand by her hair.

Zoey hunched forwards and blinked rapidly to try and get her focus back, her knees bent slightly with her spine, but just a second later the now-blurry arena lights went black. Moe had knocked the poor redhead out with her superkick, leaving the girl's small frame spread out on the canvas, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted for air. Despite the poor sportsmanship showed by both wrestlers (Though nobody could argue Moe wasn't justified), a lot of the audience were excited, knowing a rivalry or feud of some sort between the two newcomers had just been birthed in front of them!