Koneko vs. Sista A - Foxy Ladies [FWC]

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by getting a pinfall, submission or KO after working the opponent to an orgasm.


Action. Finally.

Sista A had been going crazy for the past month or so, just trying to get a match after the whole fiasco with Fujiko and Evil Rose. That hadn’t gone nearly as well as Anesthesia had planned, turning into a grade-A clusterfuck, and now the nurse was trying to keep her out of action until she was sure things were kosher. It didn’t matter how much Sista A bitched about it, she wouldn’t budge.

But she was a wrestler, and wrestlers had to wrestle eventually. Contracts and all. There was only so long she could go without having to step in the ring, and she was reaching the edge of that time. Her patience paid off, too - she didn’t just get a match, but a cherry match, too.

Sista A’s music played and the woman herself emerged from the curtains only a moment later with Anesthesia following behinds, hands on hips and  a wide smile on her face.  She had every reason to be happy, too - it wasn’t every day that management threw such fresh meat her way. Her opponent was fresh to the AFW,  maybe even new to the sport - nothing compared to her own years of experience, the in-ring savvy she’d built up from countless matches. This was the sort of opponent that more sympathetic wrestlers would’ve taken pity on...but not her. Sista A was a tiger, and it was feeding time.

She made her way into the ring, ignoring the crowd’s derision all the way. They all seemed to know the score, had seen this kind of thing before. Some new girl comes in, looking all bright eyed and optimistic, only to have her ass kicked on the first day. More often than not, they got sent home packing. Apparently, the fine people of Japan weren’t in the mood for another massacre.

Shame. That was exactly what they’d get.

Completely relaxed, Sista A strode over to her corner and leaned against the turnbuckle, looking like this might as well have been a day on the beach. In a way, this was. She couldn’t think of anything more relaxing than kicking the shit out of some unsuspecting snowflake. Her only hope was that she’d have some stamina to her, at the bare minimum. Sista A was in a mood to take her time, today.

Koneko's integration into the AFW had been a pretty rocky one, she had recently experienced a very torturous time with another wrestler and was doing everything in her power to banish it from her mind. She had her mask and everything was alright, she had nothing to fear. Today's match type was definitely a challenging one to say the least, but challenges were something that the masked girl always intended to meet head on with full ferocity behind her, less than no reason to back down now.

After patiently awaiting the time to reveal herself the masked Koneko stepped out into the burning bright lights of the arena. Her music and mysterious attire all that she had to accompany her as she gradually walked along the ground on all fours, skillfully impersonating some sort of predator animal who was silently stalking for her prey, sticking low to the ground, the smallest of movements filled with precision.

With a sharp abruptness Koneko lifted her head up as if she had been startled by some sort of loud noise, her hidden gaze scanning the area until it fixated itself on the point of interest, Sista A. For a few moments longer Koneko stayed on all fours and just blankly stared in silence, building up the tension before suddenly leaping forwards with equal amounts of animal instinct as she had shown earlier, bolting down towards the ring as if her very existence depended on it.

When she reached ringside Koneko performed an impressive feat by leaping high into the air, just about managing to clear the top rope as she landed perfectly on all fours once more. From there she would gradually move herself up into a standing position, arms by her sides, what was visible of her expression showing no signs of emotion. "This isn't going to be a match which ends pleasantly for you. But despite that, I wish you the best of luck." Koneko spoke with the very definition of a monotone voice, trying to keep herself as composed and calm as possible for the undeniably difficult and physically demanding match ahead.

Sista A was surprised at first, when she saw her opponent coming out on all fours. It gave her flashbacks to a certain purple-haired bitch who’d been a pain in her ass recently, and that wasn’t what she needed for confidence. But those fears were quickly erased when she took in the reality of the situation.

This wasn’t Evil Rose. This wasn’t Fujiko. This was some upstart bitch with a weird gimmick and some good agility, but nothing she should be worried about. Women like this came and went in the AFW all the time, and Sista A had every intention of proving why that was.

The mask was creepy as fuck, though. She’d give her that.

”Oh, fuck off.” She turned her nose up at Koneko, stepping back as the referee came between them. [color=#999966]”Drop the Terminator act, bitch. You’ll see how pleasant my day is when I fuck your small-ass brain out and leave you laying in the middle of the ring.”[color]

It wasn’t an idle threat - Sista A intended to do just that, moreso now that she’d gotten a good look at her opponent. She was young, but fine. A full, hot looking body, with breasts that seemed like they were made for the squeezing. She’d have all the opportunity to do it, too.

She couldn’t wait. Literally. The moment the bell rang, Sista A ran forward and came at Koneko with full steam, throwing a wild right hook towards her face, attempting to get her down early.

With the referee wisely stepping in-between the two Koneko respectfully backed away from her opponent to allow the two to get some distance between one another. Without a single blow needing to be thrown Koneko could already tell what kind of woman Sista A was, and 'friendly' wasn't one of the words which she would use in her description.

With such an aggressive response so early on coupled with such amazing looks Sista A was a classic recipe for disaster. If she would be a dangerous recipe for disaster though, was yet to be determined, but the masked woman didn't think that this little mystery would take long to solve.

"You're temperament leaves much to be desired. Perhaps I will be able to teach you some humility." Koneko spoke out in the same hushed tone, only just about being loud enough to be heard over the vast amount of noise coming from the ever-expanding and bustling audience.

Breaking through all of the sound though, was the ever important ring of the bell, signalling that this sure to be gruelling match had begun.

With her opponent quite apparently wanting to act on her earlier threat she immediately rushed in for Koneko, her first attack was wild, but dangerous. Not moving out of the way in enough time Koneko was struck straight in the face by the powerful blow, a pained grunt leaving her as she dipped down towards the canvas. Sista A's plan did not go quite as intended, as by cleverly using the momentum of her drop Koneko avoided going down completely and instead rapidly span to the right, shooting back up again with her left palm extended, looking to jam it straight into her opponents stomach.

Sista A never had Dixie’s brute strength or Candy’s speed or Makoto’s technique, but if there was one thing she could always count on, it was her fists. There was a reason she’d never lost a street fight in all her time with Rumble Rose. You could outwrestle her, sure, but when the fight left the ring, when you had to go fist-to-fist and blow-for-blow, there just wasn’t anyone better.

So, when she cracked Koneko right in the face, she expected the fresh meat to drop like a bad habit. And to her credit, Koneko did go down. Sort of.

Before Sista A could even revel in the moment, her foxy foe had recovered and retaliated, lashing out with quick palm strike. The sheer alacrity of the move would’ve been enough all by itself, but the Harlem Nightmare really hadn't been expecting Koneko to take the blow that well, and her follow up was a total surprise.

She had to clench her teeth down hard to keep from crying out, as she stumbled back on wobbly legs. ”You fucking-” She snarled and lashed out again, this time bringing her leg up for a roundhouse kick to Koneko’s hip, aiming for the bone.

As Koneko had originally been led to believe it seemed that Sista A was just a little too confident in her own abilities. However that confidence wasn't without it's legitimacy as the masked girl had still been hit in the face, even if she had managed to quickly counter it in her own unique fashion. Even that singular punch had sent her reeling, and with the thumping pain which echoed through her face, she was sure that she'd be feeling it for a while.

Preparing for Sista A's next attack Koneko raised her guard, and as it was with the punch things turned into somewhat of a one for one trade-off.

With her opponents kick smacking her straight in her hip bone Koneko let out a brief growl of discomfort, luckily managing to act fast enough to catch her foes leg before she had much of a chance to pull it away. With what strength she had the masked girl flung herself to the side, taking Sista A with her and carelessly tossing her across the ring.

With pain still radiating from her hip Koneko stumbled to her feet and began to run to Sista A's current location on the canvas, preparing to hit the girl with an ever-powerful spear! If she actually managed to hit Sista A before she realised what was happening was another issue entirely.

The good news was that Sista A’s kick landed and hit on point. People always labeled her as a brawler, and while that wasn’t wrong, she could be more precise than she was often giving credit for. When she wanted to target a specific body part, she could hit with ease, and if the pained noise Koneko made was any indication, it was more than effect.

The bad news was that she didn’t get her leg back. Sort of a problem.

The natural reaction to having her leg held would’ve been to hit Koneko with an enziguiri, and she was preparing to do just that when her opponent moved and toss her away, making her tumble across the ring. She was nimble and managed to get to her feet and turn around quick enough, but it was still an irritating move in what was becoming an irritating match.

Not quite so irritating as the spear she took in the gut, though. That one caught her completely by surprise, knocking her off her feet and dropping her hard with Koneko on top. There she laid for a moment, shaking her head from side to side and imagining all the nasty things she’d do for payback…

When she first went for the spear Koneko was unsure of exactly how successful she would be, sure she might have disoriented Sista A with the toss to the side, but generally speaking it takes a lot more than that to keep a wrestler out of sorts for long. Luckily though, her somewhat reckless charge was met with success as she managed to knock her opponent straight off of her feet, allowing for some more ludicrous techniques.

"Who is the predator, and who is the prey?" Were Koneko's solitary words, the meaning of them being rather vague until a few moments later.

Making sure she moved fast enough Koneko crawled further up Sista A's downed body until the two fighters were at face level. From there Koneko really got the audience going by giving them something which was always popular. Thrusting her lips against the enemy wrestlers the masked girl forced the two to engage in quite the aggressive kiss, if this showed anything, it was that Koneko might have been quiet, but she sure as hell wasn't shy. Acting as if this was some sort of kissing war Koneko got herself up against Sista A with all her strength, doing her best to release her tongue from her mouth and force it down her oppositions throat.

Despite her style, Sista A was a trained wrestler, and she knew how to react when a fight went to the ground. She could handle herself like this, and while she wasn’t the best, she had a strong feeling that Koneko wasn’t exactly a submission expert.

But, then again, this wasn’t exactly a normal match either, was it?

Instead of a wrestling move, Koneko worked her way up Sista A’s body, their skin sliding against each other and slipping and pushing and moulding. The two of them were scantily clad, and that led to many spots of contact, many places for her to feel the soft, inviting skin of her opponent. For a moment, she wondered what her foe was planning. Then, in the next, it became damn clear.

Sista A let out a surprised scream into Koneko’s mouth as their lips locked and her tongue suddenly had a new roommate. She’d known this would get intimate, sure, but she didn’t expect it to happen so soon and so fast and so roughly. Before she even knew what was happening, Koneko was ravaging her, establishing dominance on top while the Harlem Nightmare writhed about underneath, swept away in the storm of arousal.

Sista A was correct in assuming that Koneko was no submissions expert, certainly she was no novice in the field, but it was far from the area of wrestling which she excelled in the most. In truth the masked girl wasn't much of a hentai expert either, such tactics were actually quite the vulnerability of hers, and even as she executed quite the potent hentai start up technique on her opponent, she was inadvertently putting her own defence at risk.  

Indulging her own arousal was not what she should have been doing so early on, but the heat of the moment captivated her.

Funny how a single rough kiss could make your mind so unaware of the details it was analysing mere moments ago. Despite having a good knowledge of how potentially dangerous her opponent could be, and ignoring the fact that she had threatened her so harshly only moments ago, the masked girl wanted to take this early mass of lightning arousal to the next level, not thinking quite as tactically as she should have been.

Already turned on by the rough interaction Koneko slowed her previously ferocious kissing, not halting it completely but toning it down enough so that she was able to better focus on what other parts of her body were doing. With a goal which would be clear to everyone who was involved with or watching the match the masked girl searched around with her left hand, pulling her left side down somewhat in an attempt to locate the lower half of Sista A's attire.