Zulime Lafitte vs. Kim Rhee - Third Time's The Charm

 
Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, Submission, or Knockout...after a wrestler has made her opponent orgasm.
 
 
As Kim stood in the middle of the ring, decked out in her ‘ring attire’ - really just the same short-shorts, boots, and barely-there top she wore everywhere - she tried to calm herself down. Sure, on the outside, things like serene enough to her. She was standing there, smiling and waving to the fans while her theme music played, giving them the occasional swing of her hips to keep the blood flowing.
 
Inside, though, she was having flashbacks. Remembering when Minerva had hammered her in that corner. When she’d sent her crashing down on that spot. When she’d put in the Octopus Hold, right where Kim was standing now, and pulled her apart both mentally and physically. When the Hentai Champion dropped her and sat on her face and…
 
A momentary frown crossed her face and a shiver ran up her spine just from the thought of it. It wasn’t the loss itself that bothered her, not really - she hardly had a perfect record back in the Basement Wrestling League, so the idea of not coming out on top was hardly foreign.
 
But to be defeated so easily, so handedly, to be discarded as if she was nothing but a speedbump on the way to real challenges...that was worrying. And perhaps a little hot, if she were being honest, but that facet was something she would dwell on at a difference time.
 
Now, her big concern was getting a win in the AFW. It had eluded her so far - first with Tiffany, then in a huge way with Minerva. While she wasn’t here primarily to win and was more interested in wrestling with sexy women than anything, she would prefer to do that without a regular reputation of losing all the time.
 
Tonight, she was winning. So, with a deep breath to steel and still her nerves, she walked over to the ropes as her music faded and leaned back on them, staring up the ramp as her theme died away. She didn’t know who she was up against tonight, but it scarcely mattered. Whoever it was, she was going to go through them and leave them gasping and wet at her feet. Period.

Zulima had to curtail the non-stop party this week. Ever since she had landed in Japan, she had been on the go. There were new people to meet, things to see, things to do. The little Louisianan girl had been a whirlwind the second she stepped off the plane, but now it was time to get serious. This was her second match at AFW, a hentai match, just like the first. She wanted to do fun things in Japan, but she also wanted to do well. Zulime was fiercely proud, and would not settle to languish in the midcard. This was not the riverboat. This was the biggest audience she had ever had and she wanted to thrive.

The locker room was quiet. It seemed a harsh juxtaposition to all of the lounges, clubs, and bars she had been in nearly every other night this week. For the past few days, she had spent her evenings in the gym. It was better that way. She practiced one half of this match for the early parts of the week, and the other half in the gym. A smile played across her lips. Time to end it all with a bang.

She stood up. Her typical cream bikini held her up and made her proportions look divine. The sash around her hips did little to protect her skin, but that was the idea. As she tread across the dressing room floor, the carpet greeted her bare feet with gentle kisses. Zulime liked the feel of her soles against the canvas.

The Riverboat Queen walked to the staging area with no sense of trepidation. She was feeling confident. Not cocky, but confident. Just like in her debut, she had arranged it so her pet snake was there for her. Zulime plucked Louis from his crate and draped him over her shoulders. The albino snake made quite an impression in her debut, so she might as well do it again, she thought.

Her jazzy intro played over the loudspeaker, and the audience appreciated her like she thought they ought to. The slow tune was the perfect backdrop for the slow walk to the ring. Once she was there, she walked around it, snake still over her shoulder. He was handling it quite well, she thought. The whole time she made her circle, she kept a wary eye on her opponent.

Finally, it was time for all of the pomp and circumstance to come to a close. She handed Louis off to one of the technicians, and then walked towards the center of the ring.

"Bon chance." She ran her hand through her dark hair and smiled.

Kim was intrigued from the moment she heard the music.

It wasn’t your typical wrestling theme. She was expecting to hear some kind of rock theme, or some dubstep, or something modern and poppy and fresh. Instead, it was jazz that came out of the loudspeakers. A catchy tune, without question, and certainly sultry. A surprise. A pleasant surprise.

But an unorthodox tune required an unorthodox wrestler, and that was exactly what came out from behind the curtains. The dark skin was what stood out to Kim right away, given how lacking the AFW always seemed to be when it came to such things. It was a refreshing change of pace, made even more so by the package it covered. Round, fulsome hips. Pleasing breasts that threatened to spill from their confines. Barefoot, tickling Kim’s inner foot fetishist.

Oh, and she had a snake, too. It simply spoke to her opponent’s striking look, that it took Kim a moment to notice her rather unusual accessory. An appreciated touch, she could respect the theatre, and it gave her a feeling that this was a kindred spirit. Someone who liked to put on a show. Someone who knew the value of a first impression.

Zulime Lafitte. This would be interesting.

She waited for Zulime to let her little pet go, then strode forward to meet her swarthy opponent in the middle of the ring. Right away, the differences between them were made apparent. Zulime had the size, the height, the build. Kim was smaller, but quick, nimbler, faster. A classic dynamic, with the hentai adding some spice to things.

Kim didn’t bother hiding an inch of her lecherous smile. ”Bon chance...good luck?” One of her friends from the BWL had been French, and she’d picked up a few words over the years. ”I’d we’re both quite lucky already, wouldn’t you?”

She took a step forward and reached out with a finger to idly rub Zulime’s upper thigh.

Zulime was up close to her opponent now. She had heard that the women of AFW were all giants, and that she would be quite small there. The woman in front of her was not so large. In fact, Zulime was the larger one. She was not that much more gargantuan than her opponent, but still, the difference between them was palpable. Not so stark that she did not think that Kim was terribly cute though. Quite fit, too. Zulime had no shame as she looked Kim up and down, with a devilish grin adorning her face.

"Yes, you got it," she said with a wink, carefully brushing off the hand on her thigh. "If you think it is gonna be that easy, you ain't gonna have a pleasant evenin', I am afraid." She took a step back. First of all, she was not some hussy who just let herself get felt up. No, you had to earn it. Secondly, she reckoned that she had an advantage in reach, and she was going to use it. As fun as this night could be, this was still a match. She owed it to herself, to her opponent, to the world to do her best.

The bell went off, and Zulime went off too. Her right leg shot up, undeterred by her pretty cream sash, and would not rest until it found its home in the side of Kim's rib cage. The Riverboat Queen's legs were quite strong, and she felt that it would give her a solid advantage.

The attempt was in earnest. So, the exact opposite of what Zulime said most of the time.

Kim had a rush of feelings the moment Zulime pulled away from her, similar to what she imagined a dog goes through when someone tries to snatch his bone away. Disappointment. Embarrassment. Perhaps a little anger. Confusion. For a moment, she thought she’d misjudged this woman entirely, that maybe she’d signed up for the wrong sort of match. A long shot, considering the attire, but the only thing that made sense to her.

Zulime’s words cleared things well enough, though. Cat and mouse. Good. Good. Kim could play that just fine. [color:c4fc=00cc33]”Run rabbit, run.”

The bell rang, the match started, and Zulime wasted little time. The referee had only just stepped back when the dark-skin beauty stepped forward and launched the first salvo, coming at Kim with a surprisingly solid roundhouse kick. Fast as she was, there was no time to dodge, not at this range. Blocking was the only choice.

Kim raised her leg and let the kick hit her thigh instead of her side, saving her from the lion’s share of the damage. It was still far from pleasant though, with enough power to knock her smaller frame a couple of steps back, but the important thing was that she was in a position strike back.

She moved in as fast as she could and lashed out with a kick of her own, though this one was considerably lower - instead of going for Zulime’s ribs, she targeted those lovely legs, aiming a kick at the side of her knee.

Smack. Zulime sometimes closed her eyes when she did an attack. Her mom had gotten a trainer for her, back in New Orleans, and every time she did that he would yell at her. It was a juvenile, rookie thing to do, and she knew that. When she shut her eyes, it was not a conscious choice. Pure animal instinct demanded that she closed her eyes, so her brown eyes were shut, for a split second. She thought she had it. She earnest thought that the kick would work. The Riverboat Queen suspected that what she hit was a little too hard, and opened her eyes.

Had she been improper, she would have cursed. Her opponent had gotten her leg up and blocked the kick. Zulime brought her leg down, and tried to go at Kim again, but she was too quick for Zulime. Her brown eyes were open wide as she registered the fact that Kim was going for a kick, lower than the kick Zulime was going for.

It was coming too fast. Zulime was not ready for it. Even if she were ready for it, she doubted that she was quick enough to block it. The kick slammed into her knee. Immediately, Zulime buckled and staggered to her left. She tried to stay up, but could not.

She fell down on her knee. When she looked up, she had her dukes at the ready. Zulime did her best to look defiant. The water in her eyes did little to make her look intimidating. The kick was only a stinger, not enough to knock her out or anything. But dear god did it sting.

The match wasn't even thirty seconds old, and Kim already felt like she was learning important things about Zulime Lafitte, this woman with the teasing body and the pleasing voice.

Zulime had fighting experience. Real fighting experience ability. It might have seemed like a small thing to notice, but in her experience, most hentai wrestlers tended to focus on their erotic talents, and it wasn’t often you came across one with real striking ability. Which, Kim had thought, made her a unique flower. Apparently not as much as she’d originally believed.

Regardless, she didn’t let the revelation deter her from countering, and it paid off well - her kick was enough to bring Zulime down to a knee and create some space between them, putting the brown-skinned beauty on the defensive. Kim could work with that.

She bounced back, then dashed forward, rapidly closing the gap between them. For a moment it looked like she might just crash into Zulime and send them both tumbling, but instead she brought her leg up and place a foot on her upturned knee, using it to jump off as she came in. She swung her leg around with enziguiri aimed at the side of Zulime’s head, attempting to hit her with a variation on the Shining Wizard: the Glimmering Warlock.

This woman was a hurricane descending upon the Gulf, a whirlwind of raw destructive energy that threatened to flow right through her. Her eyes went wide as Kim tore at her. The pain in her knee rendered her immobile from the waist down, and it looked like Kim was coming with a full head of steam. In the quarter second that Zulime had to react, she reckoned that diving out of the way was not feasible.

No, she was going to have to weather this. She threw her hands up as a last ditch attempt to prevent her decapitation, but what transpired was not radically different from the fate of Marie Antoinette. The leg swung around, in a way that Zulime could not have possibly foretold.

Immediately, her head jerked to the side and Zulime went down like a sack of bricks. Her skull was practically bursting with pain, and she rolled on the ground. If she were capable of rational thought while in such terrible pain, she would have thought of sticking to straight hentai matches. But for right now, she was going to have to deal with the throbbing ache in her head.

Kim felt a little bad for Zulime, after taking that kick in the face, despite her being the one who’d launched it in the first place. The blow landed flush, and the Cajun beauty took it like a gunshot, collapsing to a heap on the floor, rolling around in clear pain.

It was a shame to hurt such a lovely figure, but that was the way Kim went. She either went hard or she didn’t go at all. So, while she had a little sigh of guilt as she rolled back to her feet, it didn’t mean she was easing up. Not by a longshot.

”Love your legs, by the way.” Kim chirped as she stood over Zulime’s writhing body. She took a second to enjoy the sight, then promptly dropped down to straddle her waist. ”Let’s see how strong they are.”

With those words, she began to snake her legs around Zulime’s, intertwining them and spreading outwards, as she attempted to catch her in a grapevine hold and put her flexibility to the test.

Footsteps on the mat. Zulime heard them. She wondered for a second if she felt them. When she looked up, she saw her opponent descending upon her, having said words which seemed to portend something awfully dark for Zulime. As someone reasonable might have surmised, Kim was on her. The Riverboat Queen was a little bit surprised. Had she had an opponent in just such a situation, she would have gone for something a little bit more fun.

But Kim was not about fun. Or at least had a somewhat perverted idea of fun. Zulime did have terribly lovely legs, and Kim was abusing the shit out of them right now. Kim was all over her, racking her strong legs with pain. Zulime writhed a little bit more. Of all the starts she could have had, this was one of the worst.

"Get offa me!" Her arms were still free, and she pushed upwards on Kim, trying to get her off of Zulime. Those two legs of hers carried her through most of her bouts. If she lost their effectiveness early, she was in for a rough night.