Meet and Greet

Somehow Cicilia's kick managed to land despite it's sloppy execution, preventing what surely would've been a crushing counter attack! Surprising agility was right for both the receiver and the executor. With that strike, Cicilia fell to the ground as Bubbles did her knee, dropping the leg she held captive and giving the Juggernaut enough time to scramble to her feet. What a monster... Cicilia's frown turned up slightly as the woman remained upright despite the POWER of that kick, showing of her already obvious durability! There might've been a callow side in her that was having fun because she was winning right now, but most of her was just REVELING in the fact there were non-crazy people in this sport that had the durability to take hits like that in their stride! Bubbles filled her with hope that maybe there was a place for her in the AFW.

Couldn't dwell on such squishy thoughts for long, though as Bubbles wouldn't stay stunned for long. Had to exploit every moment she could on the guard-broken behemoth! Being the gamer she was, she couldn't help but equate moments like these to super-armor boss-fights, where you did enough light damage to weak-spots until their guards shattered, allowing openings to hit harder. This was one of those times... And like those times, they didn't last.

Moving in to capitalize, Cicila brought her hand back in a crippling backhand punch to prolong that stun a little longer, her momentum swinging her other arm around to clamp around Bubbles' throat!.... As best as she could given the distinct size difference! She grunted with effort as she'd raise the virgin killer up, feeling more strain on her arms in lifting her up than anyone else she had ever attempted this move on... which is to say 1 other person. She would quickly bring her free hand up to clamp around her throat as well, making this a 2-handed effort to raise Bubbles Burste up off the ground, Cicilia's head ducked low between her arms to hide them from any potential retaliatory strikes! Lifting up this monster was a feat worthy of song, especially from somewhere so far from one's core but, if she would manage, assuming she wasn't hit too hard... Once she pulled Bubbles up to her full height, she would SLAM her back down into the mat with one of her wrestling finishers, the Dragon Slam Drop, a choke-slam so powerful, it KO'd it's first victim (granted not for long) on impact and she was hardly touched that whole match.

...In hindsight, Cicilia had probably made a very bad move... Never use your ultimates at the start of a bossfight because they use up way too much energy and leave you vulnerable. Not to mention the Boss is almost guaranteed to take it. If this move was executed successfully, Cicilia would be left gasping, her arms and upper body/spine burning with exertion, not to mention any damage she could've potentially taken! A quick recovery would result in a free attack if Bubbles were capable...

Cicilia was tough. Bubbles knew that much, could’ve figured out all that just from hearing about her on the internet. But now that she was in the ring, dueling with her, sample that power for herself, she got a full understanding of what the German was working with, and she had to say that she wasn’t coming away disappointed.

It was the gift that kept on giving. She had Cicilia up, thought she had her in control, but she kept on fighting, and that tenacity was what had the Virgin Killer on her knees. What would be her next move? How would the Juggernaut plow forward? Bubbles had no intention of finding out, and she was well on her way to rising up and going back on the attack.

That effort was stopped cold, however, when one strong hand wrapped about her throat, then another, gripping tight with inexorable forced. At first, she was confused - was Cicilia just going for a straight choke, this early, being so fierce?

The truth was even harder to believe, but it happened nonetheless - she was trying to lift her up for a chokeslam, it seemed. Bubbles had been wrestling for a decade, had taken just about every move there was, but never a chokeslam.

Now would not be the first time, not if she could help it. As she was lifted up, Bubbles brought her fists down hard on Cicilia’s shoulders, hoping to knock her out of the move and save her the undue pain.

"I want more of a say in who I'm booked against, and in what types of matches..." She lowered her voice slightly, even though it wasn't like Bubbles or Cicilia could hear her. "I don't want them to put me in any more hentai matches, not as long as I'm with Cicilia." She cast a sidelong glance towards the ring before giving Mariah her undivided attention again. There were a large variety of things she could have asked for, but this was among the most important to her.

When she had started, it hadn't been a big deal, fun even. Now that she and the boxer were in a relationship, her stomach turned every time she thought of being placed in a situation where she would have to be intimate with someone else. She wasn't sure of Mariah would really understand why she felt this way, she hoped she did though. Her and Bubbles relationship seemed rather open, it wasn't as if they hid that sort of thing even remotely. Sayumi despite how open she had been with her sexuality, didn't think she could do that. Just thinking about it made her feel like she was somehow betraying Cicilia's trust.

"...More money wouldn't go amiss either I guess." She mumbles that as if it were an afterthought. While she didn't really care about making bank, she knew that she could lessen Cicilia's load by bringing in additional money. Maybe the boxer could leave her waitress job completely. That would give her more time to just do whatever she wanted. She didn't even mind so much if it was with her, she just wanted the boxer to be happier. She laid her palms on the table, pushing herself to sit straighter. "I am open to any other suggestions... Be it with my contract or just my career in general. I don't really know what I'm doing... with any of it. I just like to wrestle." She gave a soft slightly sad smile. Joining AFW had been a blessing as much as a curse.

Cicilia was actually making progress, as slow going as it was in lifting Bubbles up... She felt that maybe she would actually pull this off! But her lack of speed and the Virgin Killer's massive size gave her the moment she needed to mount a counter offensive! Raising her hands up, she SLAMMED her fists down on the Juggernaut's shoulders like a pair of hammers, smashing into them so hard, her hands released their grip whether she wanted to let her go or not! Cicilia's arms fell down low as she stood, shocked by the strength of such hits... It was her mistake for trying to get this move off before she was ready... Her impatience had been her downfall here and now Bubbles would have the opportunity to capitalize.

The pain in her arms those fists had caused her.. RIPPED down her upper arms and along her neck, leaving them shaking slightly just from the effort of channeling the force through them! Bubbles was so strong... She was unsure she could even manage the same kind of strength if she was in a similar position or even if that would free her! Cicilia's hands clenched into fists but the time she had to react would be stunted indeed...

She was vulnerable to attack...

As Sayumi spoke, Mariah was trying to keep a straight face and a businesslike demeanor - as much as she could while her wife was waging war in the background, anyway. But when her guest explained her reasoning and her goals she couldn’t hide the surprise on her face. Widening eyebrows, a tilt of the head, a gap in her lips. ”Oh.” She tapped her chin. ”I see.”

Bubbles and Mariah were happy in their relationship. They trusted each other, knew their limits, and understand that, no matter who they were with, that they would always come back to each. She had no more doubts of her wife loving her above all others than she had of a magnet sticking to a refridgerator. It was a law of nature, an unquestioned content.

They were so happy, though, that she often took for granted how unique they were, that not everyone had such a freewheeling idea of love and lust.

”That’s doable. Difficult, but doable.” She straightened up as she thought. ”It’s rare for a wrestler to quit hentai matches. Usually, they either never touch them, get into them at some point in their career and dabble, or wrestle them exclusively. Since you’ve already had the hentai under your belt, taking you away from the hentai roster would be losing an asset.” She was quick to raise a finger. ”But, you have leverage. If it were to get out that they were trying to force you into hentai matches, knowing your resistance and the reasons for it, that would look poorly on them. There is such a thing as bad PR, despite what people think.”

Back inside the ring, Bubbles was having a long, earned sigh of relief, as her hammering fists managed to cancel Cicilia’s attack. That had been a scary moment. It was rare for her feet to be lifted off the grown without her own volition, and it was sharp reminder of how powerful this woman was. It made her curious what the German’s life would’ve been like if she’d gotten into wrestling sooner. Strength like that could put a belt on your shoulders.

She wasn’t so wrapped up in the moment that she would let an opportunity such as this slide away, however, and she seized the moment to reach forward and encircle her arms around Cicilia’s chest, pulling her in tight. In a normal match - well, normal for her - she wouldn’t take the time to put her foe into a bear hug and gotten in some good grinding, kisses, mashing breasts together. There was a brief flash of that here, too. Bubbles couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the sensation of their chests colliding.

But before she could get too far with it, she lift Cecilia up, jerked backwards, and sent her careening towards the corner with a catch-and-release style belly-to-belly suplex.

Mariah hissed at the sound of crashing bodies, but went on, not wanting to leave Sayumi hanging too long with this. ”I’m fairly certain I could get you more money relatively easily, especially if you’re willing to do things like tag matches. I’d actually suggest that as a decent path for you and Cicilia to look into. The tag scene is in need of more bodies, and you two would make a very formidable pair. Her power, your skill, put that together and I could see it taking you to the titles.”

Cicilia growled in frustration as Bubbles took this opportunity to imprison the boxer in a tight embrace, their breasts mashing together intensely. Cicilia thought she had a nice bust before in the few moments she decided to care about such things, hers bigger than most people she knew... She had never felt insecure about them before but when they were practically being devoured by the monsters Bubbles had on her chest... Cicilia couldn't help but feet a twinge of inferiority flash across her mind, distracting her from actually fighting back against the American's crushing hold. What was worse was that when she looked up into the woman's eyes, she saw a flash of dangerous, predatory intent zip across those blues... more intense and sinister than almost anything she and Sayumi had ever shown each-other! It was such a shock to her, Cicilia felt her body tense up... perhaps even intimidated...?

She didn't have any time to get over it either, however as Bubbles brought the fight to her, bending back and SLAMMING Cicilia back into the mat with a Belly-to-belly suplex so powerful, her eyes shot open in shock, her mouth shooting open as pain shot across her neck and spine, radiating throughout her body...

That... hurt... SO much... If she thought she was sore before... that didn't even COMPARE to the impact Bubbles had just inflicted upon her. She shivered, doing her best to fight her way out of her massive opponent's grasp, especially if she was going for a pin at this point... That is, doing your best after being SLAMMED by the paragon of might that was Bubbles Burste.

Bubbles breathed a long sigh of relief the moment Cicilia came down, for a variety of reasons. Most importantly she was glad that she managed to get a real advantage over her rival, nail her to the ground in a way that wouldn’t lead to any flak coming her way. On top of that, she was glad that it didn’t seem like Sayumi objected to the move all that much, despite the rubbing of generous breasts. It helped to give her a good idea of what would and would not fly between them, let her know what boundaries to cross and which ones to keep sacred.

But there were more pressing matters to think about, now. She had Cicilia down. Now, she had to see if she could keep her down.

Bubbles got to her feet, spun about, then pounced on the boxer’s down form, dropping down hard on her with all her weight. A hefty attack all on its lonesome but the point wasn’t to do damage. Instead, she pressed her chest again Cicilia’s and went for a pin attempt, wanting to get a gauge of how well she was doing before this went on.

The referee obliged and dropped down beside them, starting up the count. ”1…!”

If that suplex wasn't enough, Bubbles THREW herself on top of the boxer, practically flattening her against the mat and shoving even MORE air out of her lungs! Cicilia gasped for breath as Bubbles pinned her, still in shock over how BADLY Bubbles had thrashed her right then! And so the count had begun... The Juggernaut was completely floored by the Virgin killer, that little advantage she had gained being the deciding factor in this match! As the count reached "2!", Cicilia snapped back to reality, trying to squirm her way free from Bubbles' superior grasp by she was just to strong and she'd been weakened too much... And like that! It was over!

"3!"

Cicilia froze as the match was declared over with that one little number, a wave of disappointment washing over her. What... that was it? Just like that, the first match was over...? The Juggernaut huffed in embarassment, her lipstick-dotted face blushing a dark red. She expected to do a lot better than that! DAMN! Was she really this bad at wrestling!? Or maybe Bubbles was just that good...? Cicilia would wait for the massive woman to release her from this admittedly sensual pin, her head spinning as she would rise to her feet.

"Uh... Good match...?" She offered, though judging by her expression, she wasn't satisfied with the outcome at all... Still... the next round would be in HER court! "Ready for the second round...?"

"Ah..." She wasn't too aware about the inner workings of the hentai scene. She had just been put in a match one day, and had fun with it. At the time it wasn't a big deal. She was single, not expecting to find someone out here, especially not this fast. While yes, it could be a great deal more embarrassing than a normal match, she wasn't nearly as bothered by that when in the company of strangers. When faced with doing something like that in front of people she knew? That would be where she would become flustered.

Mariah made sense of the situation, though Sayumi didn't feel great about the idea of leaning on the company like that. Further reason why she needed the manager to take the steps she couldn't. "Well, if they ever wanted a third match between Cicilia and I, they could have that. Otherwise I would like to distance myself from those matches for now." She gave a small nod, glancing towards the action in the ring briefly.
"We have been trying the tag thing actually. We don't have a name for it or anything yet. It's been fun... But I think we still need some work on it. We do well together, but I don't think we have that uh... I don't know what the word is. We aren't quite in sync yet in the ring?" She furrowed her brow, unsure if she was using the right English term for what she meant. "You used to wrestle... Did you and Bubbles ever do tag matches?"

Her eyes drifted back to the ring. "Cicilia's ring awareness and wrestling can still use some work too. I think it's a hard transition from boxing to wrestling with how much range and mobility you have in the ring." Sayumi winced at the belly to belly in the ring, biting her lip as she watched a bit more closely now. She shifted in her chair. "Come on Cicilia... Get up." She visibly cringed when the larger woman splashed herself down across the boxer, going for a pin. Sayumi inched further out to the edge of her seat, fingers clenching into fists on top of her legs as she watched. The count in her head mirrored Bubbles in ring count... And it was over.

Sayumi sighed softly, scooting back into her seat with a faint frown on her face. She seemed lost in the moment, staring at the ring before it clicked she was still talking with Mariah. "Oh... S-sorry." She sounds back around, sitting up straight again to resume her more professional stance. "Where were we?"

”I’d say ‘in sync’ is just about the best word for it, yes.” Mariah nodded along, then frowned for the briefest of seconds when Sayumi posed a similar question back her way. ”Bubbles and I never teamed up, no, though not for lack of want or anything like that. When we met and I started managing her, I was still recovering from a leg injury, and I couldn’t compete.” She held her leg out and gave it a good slap. ”It’s healed up now, but I haven’t had the urge to get back in since, if I’m honest.” Mariah held up a finger, had a little chuckle. ”Aside from a handful of private encounters.”

Before they could get into any details, Mariah’s focus was brought back to the ring, as Bubbles sought to finish off Cicilia...and succeeded. She didn't have a big celebration, nothing more than a quick round of applause for her wife’s performance, but that sight combined with the nostalgia to remind her just how far her wife had come since they’d met.

Bubbles herself was a little surprised that she’d managed to put Cicilia down, but she wasn’t complaining, chalking it up to the difference in experience. The boxer had all the tools to be a dominating wrestler, but it seemed like she hadn’t put them all together yet. When she did, this matchup would likely go in a different way.

For now, though, they had to get ready for the second part - boxing. A thing that Bubbles had never done before in her life.

Should be fun. ”Ready!” She chirped and helped Cicilia stand, then went over to get the gloves.

Mariah turned back to Sayumi as she did the same, eager to get back on track. ”Discussing career options. I still think you and Cicilia have the most potential as a tag team, but there are other options, ways to get the spotlight turned your way.” She rubbed her chin for a moment, considering something that had been dancing around the back of her head for a little while. ”You know, we go way back with one of the Friction vets, Valley Doll. I could call in a solid and get you a match with her. Win or lose, it would be a great way to get some attention.”