Asami Asagiri vs. Bubbles Burste - Conservation of Ninjutsu

Match Type:  Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO. Sensual tactic encouraged.

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Today was Mariah Burste’s birthday.

Her wife, Bubbles Burste, hadn’t gone shopping for a gift, since Mariah had specifically said she didn’t want anything. She’d got a card, but nothing else, and as she came out for this match in her Daisy Dukes and her dark blue bikini top, her little woman was nowhere in sight. A strange thing, as many in the audience - even though Bubbles was fairly new to the Friction scene, it was already well known how rare it was to see her without her better half. It was even stranger that she’d have a match at an untelevised house show, given her penchant for exhibitionism. Something was amiss.

They were right to be suspicious, because the Virgin Killer did, in fact, have something up her nonexistent sleeves. Her wife may have she didn’t want anything for her birthday, but she never said anyone. Bubbles’ plan was a simple one: have a match with her opponent, seduce her opponent, bring her opponent back to their hotel to meet her wife, and...well, after that their were numerous opportunities.

And she wasn’t going to bring just anyone, either. That would’ve been too common for Mariah, since it was hardly a rare thing for them to share a woman - or two, in some cases - over the course of a night. No, tonight she was bringing home a special little woman. Back when they were in California and just meeting, she recalled Mariah speaking fondly of a certain Asama Asagiri, a little ninja wrestler across the seas, one she had a tiny crush on after seeing her and a certain 3-Count Cowgirl go at it.

It wouldn’t be easy, she knew that. Asami was a veteran, and she’d toppled giants before, defeating the league’s towering titaness, Rebecca Tomko. But if she could pull this off and convince the high-flyer to come back with her…

Well, it was worth a shot. Worst case scenario, she had a hot match with a hot opponent. Not exactly a big a loss.

Bubbles rolled into the ring and popped up. She swiftly padded her bare feet across the canvas, making her way over to the far side of the ring. With her arms draped over the ropes, she leaned against the turnbuckle and waited for Asami to make her entrance. She was never not eager for a match to start, but today she was particularly hyped, bouncing from heel to heel as she stared up the ramp...

"I've gotta be on my way!" the opening words of Asami's new theme Band-Maid "Thrill!" rang out loudly as the energetic Asian dashed out from behind the curtain. The first of the AFW's ninja girls, Asami had been out of action for a few months, moving from the place she had shared with Dixie Clemets into her own apartment. Greeting the cheering fans with a smile, she gave a wave before dashing off to the ring.

Hopping from the floor up to the ring's edge, Asami grasped a hold of the top rope and flipped over it into the ring, landing on her feet. Then she went to a corner, nimbly climbing up to the top turnbuckle, balancing on top of it with one foot in a crane stance, her hands at her chest locked in the tiger 'mudra' hand sign, the classic ninja pose, which she held for a moment as people took pictures. Then she raised her fist up into the air and let out a wild yell before throwing herself into a backflip from the turnbuckle and landing nimbly on her feet on the mat below!

Turning to get her first really good look at her opponent, Asami's eyes widened in surprise and she let out an impressed whistle. She had always had an attraction to the bigger, Amazonian types, ones that could carry muscle and still possess curves and a feminine shape. She took off her 'tail' with it's bell, dropping it outside of the ring before stepping out of the corner to meet Bubbles in the center of mat.

"Well, well, when I was told I was going to be in a hardstyle hentai match with someone named Bubbles Burste, I had this horrified thought that I was going to be in the ring with some kawaii." she said, before giving a not so subtle look over of the American's body. Of course....large and blonde, almost as if she had been pulled right from her fantasies! "I've never been so glad to be wrong. I'm going to have so much fun with you before I put you down for the 1-2-3...."

Lithe, lean legs? Check.

Perky, bouncy breasts? Check.

Cute, swinging hips? Check.

Bubbles definitely liked what she saw heading to the ring, bouncing down to the rock anthem. She bobbed her head from side to side in time to the music as Asami went skipping along, all full of energy and vigor. She definitely looked like she was the type who could go all night long, in and out of the ring. A good sign.
Now came Bubbles’ favorite part of the pre-match: the part where her opponent got in the ring and realized just what she was up against. This usually resulted in all sorts of reactions, most often surprise, occasionally fear. Asami, though? While she was initially and understandably taken aback, her whistle showed that she liked what she saw.

Bubbles whistled right back as she stepped towards the center of the ring, towering over the kunoichi with hands on her hips. Asami’s words brought a smirk, then a smile, then a laugh to her face. She liked her girls feisty. And shy. And angry. And cute. And just about any way, really.

”Oh, I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun, Asami-chan.” Bubbles smacked her lips, loving the way that name rolled off with her Southern drawl. ”In fact, I think we should go ahead and set the tone.”

That was all the warning Asami would get before Bubbles leaned down, reached around her head, and pulled her in for a wet, passionate kiss, eagerly swapping spit with the veteran ninja.

Asami grinned as the blonde gave her reply. While she generally was more than willing to flirt....and a lot more...with just about any woman, Asami had to admit she had a preferred type and the American fit the bill. On top of that, she seemed interested in Asami. More than interested....more like predatory.

The Asian was caught and pulled into Bubbles' kiss, a willing victim, it seemed. She even jumped up, her legs wrapping around the bigger girl's waist as she returned the kiss with vigor, hands tangling in the American's hair as the crowd cheered.

Then the bell rang, and just like that, Asami changed gears.

Her legs tightened around around Bubbles' midsection, squeezing at her ribs as Asami broke the kiss, as she tried to coil an arm around the larger woman's neck in a front facelock!

"I know you set the tone....hope you don't mind if I change it's pitch a little..." she said as she went to work.

Oh, Bubbles was in lust at first sight with this one. While she was never known for her pickiness when it came to partners and opponents, she certainly loved it when the other woman showed some initiative. She definitely knew that was Mariah liked - she was a driven, purposeful lady who knew what she wanted. Some whimpering little fawn could never please her properly.

And, thankfully, that didn’t seem to be Asami’s MO at all. Bubbles threw aggression her way and found that aggression eagerly returned, as the ninja leaped up and wrapped those taut thighs around her waist. It wasn’t exactly a traditional lockup, but she wasn’t complaining.

Then the bell rang, and those soft, welcoming curves turned into steel.

Bubbles gasped as Asami’s legs went to work on her rib, cutting deep with a penetrating scissorhold. She was tough, sure, but those thighs had some surprising power to them, and they formed a relentless vice. To make matters worse, the pain distracted her too much to stop Asami from yanking her head down, and she found herself trapped in a front facelock. Not an ideal start.

But one she could work with. As Asami cranked the hold, Bubbles reached around, slipped her hands under the ninja’s skirt, and got a firm grip on each cheek, pulling her in even closer as she groped away. ”Mind it?” She chuckled and drove her fingernails even deeper into the succulent flesh. ”Are you kidding? This is my favorite song.”

Bubbles took one step back, then turned to the side and ran forward at full speed towards the nearest corner, looking to slam Asami’s spine right into the turnbuckle at terminal velocity. Maybe that would be enough incentive to make her let go.

If seemed as if Bubbles wanted to focus more on exploring Asami's anatomy, her hands disappearing under the rear flap of her outfit to squeeze the firm cheeks of the ninja's flank. The Asian gave a soft hiss as the nails sank in, but was content to let that continue. After all, if Bubbles was going to let Asami squeeze her into submission the ninja wasn't going to argue with that too much, even if she had a few suggestions on where else those hands could go...

But then the blonde began a sudden rush towards one of the corners, drawing a startled "Whoooaaa!" from Asami as she was carried along. The impact dislodged the smaller girl, her legs uncurling themselves from around Bubbles's waist as she released the American's head. Asami then slumped into the corner with a groan of pain.

"Oww....freaking Gigantor over here..." she added softly.

*Note to self, despite the cutesy name, Bubbles is more than capable of bursting (ha, nice one) your body. As a reminder, don't engage in close quarters grappling with a standing, fresh giantess. Stupid.* she thought to herself, giving herself a mental chastisement as she found herself in the corner with the Georgia native....

To be fair on Asami, her opening move wasn’t a bad idea, per se. It would’ve worked on 9 out of 10 wrestlers like a charm. Heck, if Bubbles had been winded, it might’ve been enough to keep her down. She would definitely be looking out for those legs later on.

Right now, though, she was up, energetic, with more than enough strength to lift herself and what little weight Asami had as she rose to her feet. And now here they were, with Asami slumping in the corner while Bubbles took a second to step back and rub her aching ribs.

She licked her lips, fighting the temptation to just move in and start humping Asami into the corner. That would happen, she had no doubts there, but the ninja needed some tenderizing before she could be properly consumed. She had the perfect area to start on, too: those breasts of hers, on such full display. Almost begging to be fondled, caressed, attacked.

Bubbles licked her hand, then leaped forward and swung her arm out in a wide, quick arc, slicing into Asami’s chest with a hard knife edge chop.

Asami was just getting her wind, which Bubbles had knocked out of her when she drove the ninja into the turnbuckles, back when the shadow of the larger woman fell over her.

Looking up, the Japanese woman saw the blonde's hand suddenly lash out and then pain exploded in her chest as Bubbles' chop crashed into it!

"Holy-auuuugh!" Asami cried out, cradling her chest with her hand as she bent low in the corner.

With her bountiful bosom, the Tokyo native had taken all sorts of boob shots in her time in the AFW, everything from legdrops, chops like this one, and straight up punches. And despite what people liked to say about getting used to things, Asami would argue that there was no getting used to something like that.

"One of those right at the start? Ok....I see how this is..." she rasped out.

The sweet sound of breasts being chopped. Bubbles would never get tired of hearing it.

It was a particularly loud chop, too, thanks to Asami’s chest being so wide open. It actually made her own hand tingle from the impact, and she couldn’t even imagine what it felt like for poor Asami. Probably like her skin was on fire.

”Sorry, sorry!” Bubbles giggled at the little ninja’s complaint. Yes, starting up with a chop right off the bat wasn’t typical, but then, few things about her were average. ”Your breasts are just so nice, and they’re all on display, and well…”

Bubbles suddenly moved in, pressing her full body against Asami, mashing her against the turnbuckle. Breasts slid across the ninja’s face and a thigh pressed against her crotch, teasing so many things to come. ”Just can’t help myself.”

With a quick jerk, she pulled back, grabbed Asami by the risk, and hurled her towards the other side of the ring with a powerful Irish Whip, putting her full strength into the mood to send Asami hurtling forward.

When Bubbles pressed in close, pressing her breasts up against Asami's face, the ninja couldn't help but quickly steal a lick along the exposed cleavage that the American was sporting.

"Mm, I know the feeling...." she said in reply to the comment about Bubbles not being able to help herself.

But then, the blonde grabbed a hold of Asami's wrist and began to pull. A veteran of the ring, the Japanese woman knew that she was about to be whipped out of the corner. When the whip began, Asami would hold onto the blonde's wrist while bringing her free hand over to grab hold as well, clinging onto the solidly built woman's arm as she was yanked from the corner. The ninja would use the momentum of the whip to turn about and shoot back towards the larger woman and deliver a sudden knee into into the Southern woman's stomach to double her over. From there, Asami would clinch an arm around Bubbles' neck in a front facelock, while softly saying "Pardon me just need to....there we go..." The ninja was setting up for and attempting a DDT from her reversal, trying to plant the American's head into the mat by falling backwards and forcing Bubbles to come along for the ride!