Asuka Kanami vs. Sista A - Happy Birthday!

[color=#000000]Match Type: Hentai Submission
Victory Conditions: Victory can only obtained by making your opponent submit to a hentai move.

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”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Sista A found herself smirking at that familiar sound, as she strutted about the ring, surrounded by a seething Friction audience. Her theme music  was dying down now, fresh off her entrance, and it was approaching that golden moment - the precious few seconds between entrance songs where you could hear the crowd clearly, where their voices seemed to carry so much further than before.

It was a loud, obnoxious sound, but it did nothing to dampen Sista A’s mood. Nothing could today.

For starters it was her birthday. Which normally wouldn’t mean all that much to her if she wasn’t older than ten, but Anesthesia had decided to give her a little something special to commemorate the occasion: her own bitch.

The World’s Naughtiest Nurse was good for a lot of things, and one of them was pulling backstage strings. She didn’t know how, but she’d arranged for her to have a match against a newcomer to the league. Who? Akane or Asuka or A-Something. It honestly didn’t matter to Sista A. She was a helpless fawn, a sacrifice for her amusement. She’d have the pleasure of fucking this new girl over and over again, until she begged for mercy...and maybe she’d keep on after that, if she was in the mood. After everything that happened with Zarya and Makoto, this was the perfect reward, and she intended to cherish it.

Licking her lips the lioness she was, Sista A made her way over to her corner and leaned back against it. She stared up the ramp, eager beyond words to see who’d she be devouring tonight...

Asuka could not have believed how quickly her first debut match came!

Things were already looking up for the upcoming wrestler. She honestly thought that it would take a while for the newbie to get her debut. Someone must have really wanted her in a match. A Hentai match to be exact! For Asuka, she had struck gold!

She did her stretches backstage, her eyes tracked her opponent for tonight on the television, checking out her opponent. With the debut match coming very quickly for Asuka, she didn't do much research on her opponent. All that she knows is that her name is Sista A. The name kinda sounds familiar...wasn't she from Rumble-something? Errr....Rumble...Rivals?

Anyways, her opponent is hot! That's all she needs to know!

She can't help but feel excited for this match. This was a chance for her to show the world and the rest of the AFW what she could do. And she believes that this debut match will be the first step to making it big!

Sista A's theme song dies down and soon, a more upbeat theme music starts blasting through the speakers, to which Asuka quickly jumped out of the backstage and onto the main stage, meeting the thousands in attendance that are cheering for the bouncy newcomer. "Well heeelllllooooooo AFW!" Rolling her shoulders a few times before she pointed to the ceiling, letting white and pink sparkles appear at the sides of the stage and down the ramp! She ran down, the sparkles from the pyrotechnics simply tickling her ankles as she raced to the ring, hopping onto the side of the ring before she slipped through the middle and top ropes, standing up straight to face the opponent with a big grin and putting a hand on her hip, while the other is raised over her head, the index finger pointing to the heavens.

Her attire matched the pyrotechnics that soon die down, her top just covering her well endowed breasts, her booty shorts with pink bows on each side of her hips are tight around the waist but showing a perfectly firm rear, white stockings with pink stars that come just past her knees, and white wrestling boots to complete the set.

Asuka gives a cute smile to the buxom blonde before her, she's just so excited and can't hide it! "Well aren't you a hottie. I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together! You'll be seeing stars, and I'm not talking about my stockings!" Asuka lets herself laugh at that one as she takes her steps to the center of the ring and doing one last stretch before she licked her lips.

All of the sudden, Prayuth found himself able to sympathize with a bear caught in a bear trap.

It was his neck between squeezed, not his legs, but the analogy wasn’t too far off otherwise. He knew that Giulia had strong legs, he’d been able to see that from the outfit she was wearing, but he’d underestimated just how ungodly powerful they were. The pressure they put on his neck was insane. An unrelenting, unyielding force, one that only seemed to get stronger and fiercer with each passing moment. Every time he thought he’d seen the peak of her power, she just poured more and more on.

”Let…” He growled from between her thighs, fighting for every word and breath. ”Let go!”

To his surprise, she did as he asked. After she’d rammed his head into the side of the ring.

His head was swimming before, and now it was practically drowning, swept away as the sudden shock and pain rattled his skull. He did the only thing he could do: he flopped down to the floor in a heap, looking up as Giulia scrambled her way back into the ring.

So much for that whole idea. Should’ve just gotten back into the damn ring in the first place. That was what he got for trying to be clever.

Sista A had been smiling at the start of all this, and that smile became wider still when her opponent’s music began and she came bursting out from behind the curtain. In that moment, she knew there was a god, and he was apparently an extremely kinky bastard.

Asuka, that was her name, she remembered it clear now. Her shrimpy opponent wasn’t exactly a kawaii, but she was far from what Sista A would call a full-grown woman. She looked like a runaway from an anime convention - the pink hair, the skintight outfit, the cutesy music. Her appearance and deamenor were so sugary that Sista A felt a cavity coming just from looking at her. The most mature thing on her body were those breasts, so bouncy and beautiful and just begging to be battered.

She would really have to thank Anesthesia for this. The good doctor knew just what she needed. Asuka was the perfect present - she even came wrapped up in bows.

The pyrotechnics were a nice little icing on the cake, as the girl rushed down to the ring, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. A lamb rushing into the slaughterhouse.

Asuka made her way to the center of the ring, looking ridiculously eager to get this on, not that she could really be blamed. Sista A figured this was probably her first hentai match, and that she was thinking this would just be a long, enjoyable extended fuck. And in a way, she was right, because it would be - just not so much on her end. Tonight, it was all about Sista A’s pleasure, and she intended of demonstrating that fact quite early on.

”Oh, yeah.” She sauntered forward with a lazy stroll, as her half-lidded eyes scan up and down Asuka’s body. ”Lots of fun.”

She extended her hand, looking for handshake - or appearing to. Sista A knew Asuka’s type, fully expected her to take the gesture, and she intended on giving her a swift kick to the stomach right after she did so. Might as well start things off on the right foot.

The theme of the bubbly pink haired star soon dies down and the crowd waits impatiently for the match to start. These guys were in for a treat right here. A show that they soon won't forget. Asuka is still in blissful ignorance to woman standing before her. She is still struggling with finding out the name of where she saw her. Does it end with Roses?

And not just oblivious to Sista A, but the whole thing. She doesn't know that someone pulled the strings to set up this match. Hell, she didn't knew it was her birthday! Where was the cake, dammit!? Or is she supposed to be the cake? Well, she is sweet...

Either way, there was gonna be a lot of birthday sex going on here.

Asuka's body does show any sign of weakness. As one that has been around the block before, it doesn't shock her. Same old shit. Just a different day. And a different arena. And as she finished her stretches, she was pumped and ready to perform. Bouncing in the ring - in more ways than one. Both in that she bounced on her feet, very energetic, and in that her large breasts, straining against her top, bounced perkily. She was too excited, bless her!

Sista A extends a hand for the handshake. Not one to be disrespectful, Asuka returns the gesture, shaking her hand and gives her a beaming smile. "Let's have a awesome ma-UUUGH!"

With no warning, no hint, Sista A's foot quickly lands hard on her exposed gut. The happy-go-lucky girl's lips parted, exhaling a puff of air. Bending over sharply, the young girl's taut abs folding under Sista A's foot, Asuka shuffles back, with her hands to her gut. Wincing in pain as she tries to rise back straight again. "Owww...."

Yup, Asuka fell for it. Of course she did. Sista A knew the type too well - all smiles and cheerfulness, sunshine and rainbows. It was amazing that the AFW had been going for so long, was so well-known, and yet still managed to attract naive little wannabes like this.

When Asuka squawked, it took a real amount of self control for Sista A not to burst out laughing. It was also extremely tempting to just rush in and started bashing her away into oblivion, hitting those juicy tits or smacking that stupid face about. For now, though, she exercised some patience, wanting to make this last long enough to count as a real fight. For now.

Instead, she stalked after Asuka as the referee called for the bell, starting the match up in earnest. One foot forward, then the other crossing in front of it, strutting towards her with a sultry gait. ”Aw, what’s wrong, pinkie?” She licked her lip, as the look on Asuka’s face worked wonders between her legs. ”A little too hard for you?”

Not wanting to give her opponent anytime to start thinking about offense, Sista A abruptly increased her stride and closed in fast, raising her fists as she neared to bring out her bread and butter. She threw a quick jab towards Asuka’s face - maybe it would hit, maybe it wouldn’t, but it hardly mattered. It was just setup, and the real blow came from below, when she threw a right hook into Asuka’s ribs.

Well this was not a good start. So much for being respectful.

Although having a trusting and respectful nature could prove to be a liability, especially in a league like this, Asuka still felt optimistic to give her opponent the benefit of the doubt. The crowd in attendance lets their disapproval known by the relentless boos towards the Harlem Nightmare.

Asuka's breasts dangle, almost straining under the top, coughing some as the golden shark stalks towards her. She straightened herself up, watching her opponent with a angered glare, which was supposed to make her more intimidating but somehow came off as more cute. "Ah..Jeez,
what the heck was that for!? Well...at least you let me know that you're a jerk right from the start...ahh."

Already embarrassed just seconds of meeting her, the Pink Star soon moves in, initially planning on taking her down. But Sista A is quicker off the mark as she closes in, throwing a jab towards the busty girl. Although striking is not her thing, Asuka is quick enough to lean back, bringing her arm to block that jab. "Gotcha." She would have thought that. Until she took a blow right into her ribs.

"Agh!" Asuka yelped in pain from the impact, her face scrunched up, gritting her teeth. Damn she hits hard! That is the thought in her head as she stumbles back two steps. Stupidly, Asuka would let her frustration perhaps get the better of her as she would rush forward and attempt to tackle Sista A to the mat by digging her shoulders into her abs and wrapping her arms around her waist. She thought she probably was a striker. Time to see how she might do on the ground.

Huh. Asuka actually managed to block that jab. Sista A was...impressed? No, not really, but closer to it than she ever expected to be with a girl like this. Frankly, she didn’t think an anime convention runaway like this would have any talent at all, but she managed to the jab with something resembling real skill.

So maybe she wasn’t completely worthless. Maybe Sista A would have to put in some real effort. That was fine - a little sweat would make her meal taste so much better.

Hardly mattered, anyway, since the real strike found its mark and had the desired effect, putting a frown on little Miss Sunshine’s face. Sista A kept her stance wide enough for her face to be seen as she moved in, wanting Asuka to see the smile and the hungry glare. It would be so much better if she realized what sort of danger she was in, and she looked forward to seeing that sink in as the match progress.

It seemed like the lesson was far from being properly learned, though, because Asuka found the wherewithal to charge in and take the fight straight to Sista A. Cute. Stupid, but cute.

The surprise tackle took the Harlem Nightmare off guard and knocked her off her feet, bringing her down to the canvas with Asuka on top. The pinkette probably thought that meant she was making some headway, but Sista A would happily get that notion out of her head.

”C’mere, bitch.” As they went down, Sista A wrapped her legs around Asuka’s waist and tried to capture her head under her arm, looking to put her into a tight guillotine choke. The match couldn’t be won with a submission like this, but that didn’t mean she could use one to soften her opponent up.

"Grrrr!"

Of course being so reckless and flying off the handle wasn't the best way to get the momentum on her side, but Asuka was not happy when she was just being friendly and Sista A just threw it in her face. Make sense for the Pink Star to go charge at the Harlem Nightmare like a bull rushing towards the matador which does catch her off guard, her curvy rear jiggled slightly as they land. But Sista A was quick to get the notion out of her head that she was making progress.

Sista A's was fast to wrap her legs around Asuka's waist and her arm snakes around, Miss Pink quick also to have her head facing up before it's taken by the arm, getting a nice guillotine choke. "Ghhn..." Asuka was impressed that Sista A seems to be decent with her submissions with the way she has her locked in. The crowd thinking the pinkette is an absolute noob for just charging at her.

However, submissions were Asuka's thing. And she was far from being a amateur.

While Sista A cranks the hold, Asuka gets her knees under her and then she pushes up to her feet, more of a downward dog position but with her legs spread wide. The crowd getting a good view of that curvy butt that sticks up in the air. With her legs, she pushes forward, one of her hands sliding in between the two. Not getting her whole arm in but enough to grab onto where the two hands link. She then lifts herself up, her left knee on the floor and she looks up, trying to wrench those hands of Sista A's and lean back. "Grrhh!"

This was the chance for Asuka to show off her wrestling prowess, attempting to break free from the hold and get her head out of the Harlem Nightmare's clutches. And when she gets out, the Pink Star would try to get her back by capturing her head under her own arm and looking to put her in a scarf hold.

Oh, my, Sista A noticed a couple of things right off the bat as she and Asuka rolled about. First of all, Asuka might have been a girl, but she had the breasts of a full blown woman.  It was hard to tell if they were real or not, but that hardly seemed to matter when they were spilling out over her chest, threatening to envelope her own less impressive - but still damn hot - breasts, hammering her against the mat. Even in the guillotine choke, it felt nice to rub up against them,  to feel those nipples sliding against her raw skin.

A grapevine hold. She had to get Asuka into a grapevine hold. Assuming the whiny little bitch didn’t immediately give up, that would open up some tasty possibilities.

It was enough to make Sista A’s mouth water, salivating at the prospect of having her own little bitch to manipulate. Sadly, she wasn’t allowed to enjoy it for nearly as long as she would’ve liked, as Asuka’s struggles started to increase, becoming more and more of a pain to deal. ”What are you-” She grunted as she increased the pressure on Asuka’s ribs, hoping to crush the fight right out of her with killer thighs.

Her leglock wasn’t the problem, though. That stayed on just fine. Her arms were another matter, as Asuka showed some skill and strength that the Harlem Nightmare would never have guessed at her possessing. Her little pink head popped free, and in the next instant, Sista A found herself being put on the defense, heard head snatched up in a tight hold.

Unacceptable.

While Asuka captured her head, Sista put her spare hands to good use. With one hand, she tried to throw a sharp hook into her foe’s ribs, looking hit the bone hard and give her some strong incentive to let her go. With the other hand, she went to a more sensual tactic, as she gave Asuka’s plush butt a fierce squeeze, digging her nails into the ripe flesh.