Kanda Kaya vs Bubbles Burste, POW submission

Kanda Kaya vs Bubbles Burste
POW Match, Victory by Accepted Submission Only

Kanda stepped down the ramp to the roar of her fans, the flash of cameras, and the cacophonous din of her entrance music. A smug grin curled up the corner of her lips as her wrapped feet padded softly the way down to the ring, she had spent a long time idling around the backstage of this arena waiting for a match worthy of her skill and talent. She could afford to be picky, as her modeling financed her lifestyle more than adequately just as it drew fans out to oggle her tonight. She didn't wave to them, of course, but rather offered only an imperious smile. Reaching the apron she grasped on to the middle rope and in a single agile motion bodily swung herself up onto the curtain. Using her momentum she rolled into the ring and up onto one knee in a ready posture. The sycophants ate this sort of shit up.

Rising back to her feet she paced about the ring like a queen surveying her domain. She had the utmost confidence that she would be victorious tonight, or at the very least someone may surpass her by some narrow margin. She had seen most of the women around here before and they didn't frighten her any. Finally taking up her corner she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them slightly, as she took up an aloof stance and waited. Time to find out just what poor victim was being sent to down to be humiliated tonight. All night.

”Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles!”

The crowd was starting to chant Bubbles name before she even came out. That was a good sign.

It had been a month since Bubbles came to the AFW, and what a month it had been. Though she’d only had three matches before this one, she’d impressed with each and everyone, with the crowd taking well to her rather unique style of fucking and fighting, mixed with a happy and welcoming personality. The Japanese crowd was easily one of the most pleasant she’d performed in front of. Forgiving. Loving. Energetic. Everything a wrestler wanted out of wrestling fans.

So, when her music started up and she came out to the warm crowd, Bubbles was all smiles, waving to the audience as she and Mariah made their way down to the ring. She was dressed more casually than usual today, eschewing her wrestling outfit for a pair of Daisy Dukes and a black g-string top that was straining to keep her chest under control. Mariah walked beside her typical business outfit, black and sharp and all business...until you noticed how short that skirt of hers really was and appreciated how well it showed off her legs.

Her wife looked hot in her own way, as always, but Bubbles’ attention was centered on the ring, locked straight on her opponent and potential playmate for the night. ”So we’re eating out Asian, tonight?” She whispered Mariah’s way. ”I like her. She seemed sure of herself.”

”Indeed she does.” Mariah adjusted her glasses, getting a better look at Bubbles’ prey. While she usually liked to preselect her wife’s opponents, management had asked her to take on a blind foe tonight, wanting to fill in the slot, and she’d accepted - on the condition t That they throw in the POW stipulation. They’d gone along with it, and she was happy to not be disappointed in their choice. The woman in the ring wasn’t small, no kawaii, but she was significantly smaller than Bubbles. The sort of opponent that wound up getting torn to shreds when the Virgin Killer caught them.

Of course, she might’ve had a few surprises under her sleeve, and you could never be too sure in the AFW. But Mariah knew where her bets would be. ”See if you can change that, will you?”

”As you wish, dear.” Bubbles chirped and hopped onto the apron as Mariah stepped over to the side, watching the match at a safe distance. Wanting to intimidate right from the start, she lifted her leg up and pulled down the top rope, stepping over it like only a giantess truly could. When her bare foot touched down on the other side, it landed with enough force to shake the ring, and from there she daintily sauntered over to the middle.

”Hey, there.” She looked Kanda over from head to toe, enjoying the up close view. ”Look at you, look at you.” She stopped for a moment and canted her head to the side, a slight glint of confusion on her face. ”You know, you look a little familiar. Feel like I’ve seen you in a magazine before.”

Kanda eyed the giantess and her manager with stoic indifference as the duo processed down towards the ring. The woman was large, not to mention well endowed, but those assets were worthless unless in the hands of a trained professional. All of the size, power, and cleavage in the world couldn't make up for being a rank amateur.

She had held out for an opponent she thought could offer her a proper challenge, and this was who she had chosen. She wouldn't put on her ring attire for anything less than a worthy foe, someone she could drag down from atop a pedestal. A smirk spread across her features when Bubbles touched down inside the ring. Yes, this would do.

Giving a limbering stretch she bounced out to meet the giantess in the center of the ring. The Thai fighting gave an indolent flick of her loose, long black hair as the woman looked her over. Instinctively she settled into a modeling pose just to show off a little for her soon-to-be victim. "I've been known to do a little modeling from time to time." She stretched her lithe, slender body one last time before settling into a ready stance. "I'm afraid autographs will have to wait, however."

Outside of the ring, Lily Belle has swing herself discreetly over the steel barricade. It was a trick to accomplish in a pencil skirt, but she managed. Smoothing herself out she meandered over to take up a spot beside Mariah, her hands clasped lightly behind her back absently pushing her cleavage up towards her unbuttoned collar. "Evening." Her tone was cheerful despite the fact that Kanda had refused to let her walk out with her. Prima donna. But as such, Lily felt no compulsion to linger in her fighter's corner just yet.

Kanda was confident, Bubbles could tell that right away. The Virgin Killer was used to a certain reaction from the women she fought, especially when she met them for the first time - the stares of disbelief, the gaping mouth, the blushing, and, of course, the eyes that couldn’t go two seconds without returning to her tits. This woman had none of that. She either wasn’t the least bit daunted facing someone twice her size, or she was doing an A+ job of hiding.

Bubbles really, really hoped it was option one.

Mariah was impressed, too, so much so that she didn’t notice her counterpart coming out - not at first. When the new woman spoke, she jumped away at first, thinking some fan had jumped the rail. That was, until she took note of the outfit, saw the way she was looking at Kanda, and put two and two together. Not to mention, she swore she’d seen this woman on the AFW before.

”Oh! Hi. Hey, there.” She tapped her chin. ”Lilly, right?”

As the referee came over to kick things off, Bubbles only gave the new woman a passing glance, far more focused on the model in front of her. She certainly didn’t have a hard time believing the claim with a body like the one Kanda had and the poses she showed off. ”Aw, that’s a shame. Guess I’ll just have to take a souvenir off you instead - I’m thinking your panties.” She nodded, spoke casual, like it was just as simple as deciding which fruit to get at the market. ” If you’re wearing some, anyway.”

The referee called for the bell, and Bubbles lowered her stance, moving into a grappling position: knees lowered, arms out, face forward. She started to circle around the ring, wanting to see when and if Kanda would take the initiative. Being a giant meant that people could usually guess how you fought, but predicting styles on smaller women was a lot more difficult.

Lily flashed a polite smile and nodded sharply as the woman correctly identified her. There had been a time that she had been a regular sight around here, and perhaps she would be again. "That's right. Lily Belle, Kanda's manager. And you would be Maria?"" Ignoring the match for the moment she reached out to offer a formal handshake, even if she had gotten the woman's name slightly wrong.

Paying less attention to Lily than her manager was paying to her, Kanda gave a reproachful snort at the notion of the big woman getting her panties. Any retort would have to wait as the ref signaled for the match to begin.

Feeling free at last, Kanda raised her arms to sway hypnotically in the air in front of her. They formed a loosely floating guard as her loose, detached sleeves billowed slightly. Her weight rested on her left leg while the right lifted slightly on to the ball of her wrapped foot.

At a glance Bubbles would be able to recognize a kickboxer's stance. Her taut body was held tall and erect as she paced a circle opposite her foe. Finally, seeking to probe Bubbles' defense, Kanda hopped quickly on to her right foot and swung around her left to aim a snap kick for the giantess' right breast.

Mariah was eager to reach out and return the shake, legitimately glad to meet Lilly - or was it ‘Lily’? She might’ve gotten the spelling wrong there, she could admit. Either way, she knew Ms. Belle by more than reputation. When she’d scouted the AFW, she’d tried to look up her fellow managers, wanting to know what there was in the way of stables. Belle’s stable of women was pretty much the only solid game in town, and she seemed to be the most successful manager - or, at least, the one who showed up most often. It was a good model for Mariah to follow, and she would’ve loved to talk shop with the woman.

For now, though, her questions were a bit more narrow. ”Mariah, but close. Got to get that soft ‘ah’ in at the end.” She nodded, then turned back to the ring as the bell rang. Still, threw a quick glance Lily’s way while she looked on. ”Glad to meet you, really and truly. Question for you, though: when Bubbles beat Kanda, is it okay if we take her body back to our hotel, or would you prefer we drop her off somewhere first?”

Best to get such details out of the way, especially with the match heating up so quickly. Bubbles kept her smile on as Kanda took her stance, but inwardly she couldn’t help but have a sliver of doubt. That stance looked especially professional, sharper than she would’ve expected from the average AFW wrestler. It seemed like she wasn’t just dealing with a striker, but a tried and true martial artist. Those could be a problem for a woman like her.

Her fears were confirmed when Kanda’s leg shot up, quick and strong and precise. The strike hit her breast like a whip, landing with sizzling slap that rang in Bubbles’ ears, and she cried out both in pain and surprise at the impact. It woke her up right away, and she went on the attack immediately to retaliate, surging forward with a wide swing of her arm, looking to take Kanda down with a heavy lariat.

Lily laughed softly as she was corrected, "My apologies, I had a lot of cramming to do this past week." She didn't correct Mariah on the insinuation of 'when' rather than 'if'. "Feel free to take her to your place. She can take a taxi home in the morning. Would Bianca be alright with being taken back to the stable-house?"

The sound of her kick landing home and Bubbles' cry of shock were music to Kanda's ears. The delicious jiggle it sent through those tits was just a bonus. There was no time to appreciate the view, however, as retalliation was swift.

A thick arm swung out for Kanda like a club, forcing her to shrink down into her guarding arms. Even still the blow struck hard against her shoulder and forearms causing her to stumble off balance.

Moving with the reel into which she had been pushed, Kanda twisted about to swing another long leg. Her black hair whipped behind her as she spun into a heel kick at Bubbles' side. It wasn't a hard shot, but it might buy her a moment to regain her bearings. Sparring with Page hadn't prepared her adequately for such raw power.

The longer this went on, the more Bubbles found herself wanting Kanda’s panties. Were they skimpy? Did they match her clothes? Not the most important questions, but one that occurred to her nonetheless as she and her opponent began to dance.

The kickboxer was light on her feet, but surprisingly sturdy, too. Instead of dodging the clothesline, she actually managed to connect with it, but even so, Kanda stayed on her feet - rocked, sure, but stable. She managed to block it, but the Virgin Killer had floored women despite that before. Just further proof that Kanda wouldn’t go down all that easy.

But she would go down. That much, Mariah was sure of, and she was willing to make that bet to Lily. ”Perish the thought, we’ll drive her home afterwards.” As she spoke, Kanda lashed out and nailed Bubbles with a stiff kick to her side, crashing into her taut midsection and knocking the wind out of her. She took a giant step back, groaned at the impact...but that impish grin returned a moment later, and she came right back. While she wasn’t a kickboxer herself, Bubbles could kick, and she showed it when she closed the distance with her leg raised, attempting to plant her heel in Kanda’s chest with a Big Boot.

”And we’d love to visit your stable-house when we’re done with Ms. Puff-Pants, here.” Mariah chirped back as the fight raged. ”I’m sure Bubbles would be eager to meet your ladies.”

Lil did not seem the least bit concerned for Kanda as the two women brawler on. Her focus seemed to be entirely focused on Mariah. This could be a show of either confidence or indifference. "Oh, we would love to have both of you over. Here..." She reached two fingers in to a jacket pocket before producing her business card. "Here's my number, give me a call and we can set something up."

In the ring Kanda hurriedly secured her footing in the moments that her assault had bought. She didn't like being in the defensive, but right now she had little choice. Quick eyes saw the kick coming, something she was used to as a kick boxer. A guarding arm dropped and her knee raised up high to act as a shield. The boot connected with her right thigh hard knocking her off of her one footed stance. Twisting she slammed against the mat in a tumble.

Rolling to a stop on her belly Kanda scrambled to stand before Bubbles could close again. With a grunt of shocking pain she collapsed back down to her hands and one knee, her right leg number by the blow. Pins and needles ran all along her leg as she struggled to coax it into action beneath her.

”Oh, snazzy. I will be taking you up on that offer, trust me.” Mariah eagerly accepted Lily’s business card and tucked it away, stuffing it in her chest for safekeeping. After she made a mental note to get a business card of her own, she took notice of her fellow manager’s marked nonchalance, the way the match seemed like an afterthought to her. Either she had supreme confidence in Kanda or she just didn’t give a damn who won. Either case was pretty interesting to ponder. Particularly, when you considered what was going on in the ring at the moment...

”Gotcha!” Bubbles let out a triumphant cry as her kick connected - sort of. It wasn’t a direct hit, either, but it had done some damage all the same, landing with enough impact to knock Kanda off-kilter and send her rolling. The first real opening of the match was staring her in the face, and there was no way she was going to let it slip away.

Smelling blood in the water, Bubbles moved in with all the speed of a shark bearing down on her prey, closing the gap between she and Kanda with a long, powerful stride. While a grappler at heart, strikes had served her well so far in this match, so she figured she’d go for one more before she started digging into her traditional wheelhouse and dug her claws into this woman.

Bubbles brought her leg up as she neared Kanda and swung it low and hard with a punting kick, as if she were trying to score a field goal and her opponent’s stomach was the football.