Kanda Kaya vs Bubbles Burste, POW submission

Kanda was in the process of shuffling up in an attempt to stand and receive Bubbles on her good leg, but hadn't managed to get out of the vulnerable bridge position before the kick struck home in her gut.

The kick boxer let out a chocked cry as the kick thunked into her firm stomach. This would be the first time Mariah would see Lily wince, but not yet turn to watch with more than the corner of her eye. "Do you ever get into the ring, Mariah?" Lily caught herself staring at the woman's cleavage and quickly lifted her gaze to her eyes.

Kanda was sent rolling like a log, only her arm catching on the bottom rope even kept her in the ring. Rising up on one elbow, head hung down, she gasped and coughed. Feeling was only now returning to her right leg, enough to shift into a kneel as she half climbed the ropes. "Ugh, shit..." she wheezed with the wind knocked out of her.

Mariah winced, too, despite the fact that she should’ve been used to this sort of thing by now. She knew that look in her wife’s eyes, that manic expression, the fevered pitch in her breath. Bubbles was starting to pick up momentum and get into her zone, that happy place where fucking and fighting started to intersect. It was just happening quicker than usual. Unfortunate for Kanda. Or fortunate, depending on how much she liked what would be eventually coming.

It took her a moment to register Lily’s question, but when she did, a slim smirk crossed her lips. ”I used to wrestle full time, but an injury took me out for a while.” She sighed, wistfully remembering the old days. As much as it had sucked back then, she didn’t regret the injury. If it hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have became a manager. If that hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have met Bubbles. Everything worked out.

”That being said, I’m healed now, back in wrestling shape. I could be persuaded to step back in sometime.” She jerked to the side and gave Lily a little bump with her hips. ”For the right opponent.”

A tantalizing thought, but one that had to stay at the back of Mariah’s mind for the moment. She watched as Kanda reeled from the devastating kick, feebly trying to rise. She might have made it all the way up with a few more seconds, but Bubbles was distinctly not in a mood to wait.

Closing in, she grabbed Kanda by her top and hurled her hard into the nearest corner, flinging her with relative ease. With that distance made, she took a step back, then came rushing in with her arms wide open and her chest leading the way. Her aim was to throw her body full force against the smaller woman, looking to crush her against the turnbuckle with her signature body avalanche: the Steamroller.

Lily let out a delicate giggle at the hip bump, reflexively putting her arm around Mariah's waist unaware of the depth of her connection to Bubbles. "Something else we'll have to get into later." She had a few plans in the works, but this was not the place to talk business.

Kanda had nearly made it back to her feet, still breathing heavily but leveling out, when a massive hand grabbed her by the straps that made up the back of her clingy top. She gave a cry of shock as she was hurled to the turnbuckle, the cry accompanied by a tearing of cloth as the wrenching tore many of the straps.

The halter top hung down around Kanda's waist as she bounced and hung upon the corner post. Firm, heavy breasts were fully bared although she had yet to notice. Turning, her back against the turnbuckles, she saw the tidal wave of woman coming her way. Grasping the top ropes she panicked and pulled up her knees again. It wouldn't stop her being squashed, but at least it would be bad for both of them.

Bubbles’ hellacious impact rocked the ring and seemed to rock the stadium around it, spreading out as she came crashing into Kanda’s lithe form. The audience recoiled from the blow, and rightly so - it certainly hurt every bit as much as it looked. The Virgin Killer was a solid woman with a lot of weight to throw around, able to turn to herself into a human wrecking ball at a moment’s notice. And now that Kanda’s breasts were out and bared, she was more determined than ever to get her trapped in that corner, to start feeling over her, to taste her, to hold her…

...but it would have to wait. Kanda proved quicker on the draw than Bubbles anticipated, and when she came in for the kill, she got two knees into her chest instead, each one sinking into a breast. It wasn’t enough to kill her rush, but it was enough to make it a short, pyrrhic victory, as the pain flared through her chest. She stumbled back, cursing under breath as she winced and caressing her aching tits. As much as that hurt, though, she was more miffed about missing her meal. Kanda's tits looked so tasty, like they were just begging to be sucked, and her lips were ready to accommodate them.

Mariah sighed, hating to see the fun delayed and not being too crazy about the damage to her favorite breasts in the world, either. Still, she didn’t have much reason to be unhappy. Her faith in Bubbles to take the win was strong, and she was making a new, interesting friend on the outside. She absolutely did not mind the hand around her waist - if anything she encouraged it.

”Later. Of course.” She reached over and brought her hand to Lily’s waist, as well. She even went a step further and lowered that hand, giving a gentle caress to her backside. Stoking the fires.

Lily smirked as she felt an arm around her waist in turn, actually blushing slightly at the feeling of a hand on her ass. A few nearby audience members whistled at them, but were easily ignored. "Why do I get the feeling that Kanda is going to regret resisting so much?" Absently she let her fingers stroke along the swell of Mariah's hip, her eyes finally drifting towards the match.

Kanda's plan was a success in a way, but it was just as phyrric a victory as the attack had been. She had taken far less impact than she might have, but her body was scrunched into a little ball by the hit. Losing her grip upon the ropes she fell to the mat again, this time she sat topless with an arm over either bottom rope, her feet were still tucked up against her backside now with her knees spread far apart. Sore all over she groaned and arched her back in a futile stretch.

One thing that Mariah had to get used to in her line of work was the crowd. Leering men and women whistling her ways, the catcalls, the roving eyes. She’d long since gotten past the point where such things registered on her radar. If she and Bubbles didn’t want people oogling them, they wouldn’t have come to the AFW.

”I don’t think she will, no. The fight makes it all so much sweeter.” With a lick of her lips and a wink of her eye, Mariah took a step back and sat down on a spare chair nearby, next to the announcer’s desk. There was another one right beside it if Lily wished, but Mariah patted her lap, hinting that there was something much softer to sit on if her fellow manager wished.

She was building a calm, cordial relationship with this Lily Belle. Bubbles and Kanda? Not so much.

Back in the ring, Bubbles finished reeling from Kanda’s counter, just in time to see the Thai fighter drop to her knees. She didn’t have to think about what came next, it was almost pure reflex. With a warrior’s scream, she charged back towards Kanda’s kneeling form, leaped up, spread her legs out as she flew and tried to sandwich her opponent’s face between her jean-clad crotch and the turnbuckle, going for a brutal Bronco Buster.

Kanda rolled her shoulders, slowly recovering from being bodily crushed against the corner. She wondered if just taking the splash would have hurt less, like how you're supposed to stretch out when jumping from a train. Her whole body tensed as she saw another charge coming, but this time she didn't have the quickness left to counter.

Her head was driven back against the turnbuckle as Bubbles bounced her substantial self upon her face and bare breasts. Hands flailed helplessly in the air to either side as she gasped and grunted with each impact. Gradually she was ridden down until she sunk down, spawled upon her back on the mat beneath Bubbles. Arms draped weakly over her face just in case the woman got stomp happy next.

Lily watched this taking place and for a moment she looked sympatheticly at Kanda. Then she looked back to Mariah patting her lap invitingly. Sparing only one more glance to the ring she shimmied her way over to perch neatly across Mariah's lap, her arms coiled about her neck loosely, and a clear view offered of soft cleavage and the red lace beneath her blouse.

And more wincing from the crowd. Not to be unfair to Kanda - she was a sculpted beauty, and probably would’ve been more than the average AFW wrestlerette could handle. Certainly above the typical starlets that the league attracted. If they’d put her against someone her own size, some with less experience, someone with less strength, this might’ve been going in a whole different direction.

Instead, she got Bubbles. Sucked for her. Mariah would’ve thought it would suck for Lily, too, but it was becoming more and more apparent she didn’t care all that much about her fighter’s fate. In fact, she was starting to wonder if this match was as big a coincidence as she’d first thought.

One of many questions to be asked for later. For now, she just sat back as Lily sat on her lap, running a hand along the beauty’s soft thigh while her wife went to work in the ring.

”Life is good.”

Bubbles caught Mariah in the corner of her eye for the briefest of seconds, noticing for the first time that there was a strange woman sitting on her lap. Not that she had a problem with that in concept - Mariah often found ways to have extra fun during her matches. She was more than a little curious on who the other woman was, but she’d find that out soon enough, she figured. At the moment, she had a topless kickboxer to molest.

She took a deep breath, inhaling deep, glad that she’d finally managed to catch up to Kanda. Wrestling at a fast pace was never her thing, really. Both in bed and in the ring, she was a woman who liked to take her time. Something she was sure Kanda would come to appreciate. ”All right,” Bubbles  gave the top of the turnbuckle a hearty slap as she looked down at her fallen. ”Let’s get you back up. Come on…”

Reaching down, she opened her hand, grabbed both of Kanda’s breast, and gave them both a strong squeeze, digging her fingers deep into the sensitive flesh. With that tight hand hold, she yanked up, hard and swift, forcing Kanda to stand up on her own two feet if she didn’t want to be dangling by her tits.

Lily may or may not have put Kanda in Bubbles' path of destruction in purpose. But, hey, she said she wanted a challenge. Challenge accepted. A shiver ran through her body as fingers played along her thigh, her stockings stopping just below her skirt's hem with a band of lace. Mariah would be able to hear her swallow as she blushed, her pulse quickening slightly. She'd never considered getting action at ringside before, but she was liking her job a little more today. The spectacle in the ring made her cringe slightly, a hand sympathetically rubbing across her own breasts through her jacket.

Experiencing the pain first hand, Kanda gritted her teeth and let out a stiffled groan as she was pulled up by the breasts she was only now realizing we're exposed. Hands grasped on to Bubbles's wrists to take up some of her weight while her sore legs scrambled to gain footing beneath her. Staring up balefully at her tormentor, Kanda had yet to even notice her manager.

Mariah caught Lily’s wince, and she wholeheartedly understood what it was coming from. It wasn't easy sometimes, watching Bubbles when her full beast came out. A bit like watching a lioness on the prowl, as it takes down some poor gazelle that just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A horrible, sensual, terrible, titillating struggle.

”Don't worry.” She gave Lily a reassuring kiss on the cheek. ”We’ll bring Kanda back to you in one piece.” Mariah leaned in and whispered to Lily’s ear, letting her hot breath tickle her all the way down. ”Mostly.”

It was difficult to make any concrete promises when Bubbles was yanking Kanda around like a ragdoll in the ring, hoisting the smaller woman up with ease. As soon as she was standing, she yanked her opponent up with one final pull, forced her feet to leave the ground, and let go off her torturous hold on the breasts...only to wrap her arms around Kanda’s waist a half-second later, capturing her with a tight bearhug. She flexed hard, bearing down on the svelte form with all her might, crushing tight between her biceps.

It was a ruthless, relentless hold, meant to crack her spine, but it wasn't even the main reason Bubbles had locked it in. No, her main goal was to get at the lovely bare breasts in front of her face right now. They'd been eluding her far too long, after all.

With a hungry growl, she opened her mouth and started tearing into Kanda’s left tit. Licking, sucking, biting, chewing, gnawing, mauling. She went at it with furious abandon, whipping herself into a lust filled frenzy.