Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Match Type: Punishment Match
Special Rules:
- Any time a wrestler surrenders to a submission (verbal or tap) they are subject to following the commands of the wrestler who submitted them for a short period of time. (2-3 posts).
- No holds barred
- Rope break is permitted.
Victory Conditions: One wrestler is incapable of continuing


Mariah Burst had, perhaps, never been more proud of herself.

On what had been a fairly standard episode of Friction so far - two hardcore matches, a pudding match, and one match that involved flags in a truly heinous way - she came strutting down the ramp with Bubble’s behind her, coming down for their next match as her theme music played around them. There was a skip in her step, a girly bounce that was at odds with the formal, black business attire that she wore, but would’ve been a perfect for Bubbles’ tight Daisy Dukes and the knotted up shirt she was wearing today, a checkered red to match her tanned skin.

For once, Mariah seemed to have all the energy between them. Not that Bubbles wasn’t excited - how could she not be, with a match that had stipulations like this? But she would’ve been more excited if her wife could answer one, simple question: ’Now, who am I fighting, again?”

It wasn’t a rare thing for an AFW wrestler to go into a match without knowing who their opponent was, but then, it was a rare thing for an AFW wrestler to have a manager to keep track of those things in the first place. As it was, Mariah did an excellent job of keeping her abreast on who she’d be going up against, giving her factoids and tips, even when she was to wrapped up ogling their pictures to pay her much mind.

Today was different, though. This time, Mariah was, well…

”I told you before.” She chirped as they came down to the ring. She made her way up the steps, daintily ascending, as Bubbles hopped on the apron and rolled inside. ”It’s a surprise. You like surprises, right?”

”I like good surprises, yeah.” She cocked an eyebrow and popped up to her feet in the center of the ring, throwing out a few quick poses as Mariah strutted around her. ”If a meteor hit our car, that’d be a surprise. Doesn’t make it good.”

Mariah just sighed and approached Bubbles from behind. ”Oh, ye of so little faith.” She gave her wife a quick swat on the butt, making those cheeks jiggle, before she turned to look towards the entrance ramp. Their music was dying down now, and their opponent for the evening would be coming out at any moment...

Kura Shimizu:

Theme:

The stage lights had dimmed at the gentle thumping of her themes opening lull. What started as a thin layer of smoke soon became an enveloping mist which clung to the entryway and spilled down the ramp as if it were water caught in slow motion. As the strings finally joins the faint thrum of the music, a figure emerged from the curtains. Her face was obscured behind a stark white kitsune mask with bright red and gold features painted over its surface. Garbed in what looked to be a rather ornate kimono. At its base it was a shimmering white, though most of it was obscured with deep reds and glistening gold. her clothing was almost like a mural depicting a great battle of a woman slaying a great and terrible beast. The obi tied at her waist, rather then bowed behind her had been tied in front.

The lighting had gone all but black by now, save for the path in which she walked. The gathered fog parted around her legs as each step sliced into the thick clouds, dispersing them to either side of her.  As her music swelled and hit high notes the arena lighting would flash red for the briefness of these notes. She moved slowly and deliberately all the way down to the ring side. Fingers clasping at the ropes, she gracefully ascended to the apron, it almost appeared as though she was floating with the strength and control she displayed in the smooth motion. Slipping under the top rope, she draped herself out across the middle rope, one of her long voluptuous legs sliding out from beneath her kimono to wrap itself over the top rope.

Even garbed fully in her Kimono as she lay like this, stretched out along the rope the curves of her body seemed to take shape, painting a tempting picture of what might be beneath. Her fingers traced the edge of her mask, the tips curling along the lip to raise it slowly from her face, pulling it up enough so her lips were visible to both women. Even in the low lighting them had a faint shimmer, a wetness or gloss to them that made them pop. Pursed, they lightly sent a kiss on the wind.

Her legs spread themselves to dramatically untangle from the ropes, planting her feet onto the canvas. Her upper body bent backwards as if playing a game of limbo slide out from under the ropes to straighten itself out. She drifted to the corner. extending a slender arm out, fingers extended directly to Mariah of all people. Her music had finally begin to fade as the lights slowly rose again.

Her wrist turned over, beckoning the woman to come to her with two suggestive curls of her finger. She turned away, slowly unwrapping her obi to allow her kimono to fall loose around her. Her shoulders rolled, enough to allow the garment to slide sensually down along her arms where it remained only after dropping to the crooks of her elbows. She would wait patiently for Mariah to help her remove the garment, though if she hadn't wished to participate, the official would be kind enough to do the honors for her.

Her fingers slipped beneath her mask, pulling up up and over her head, as she shook out her short cropped rosy hair. She hung the mask from the post before finally turning to face her opponent. She wore a fond smile, one someone would great a friend they hadn't seen in years. Gliding across the canvas she came to stand before the giant, tilting her head to look the woman in the eyes. "I've been looking forward to tonight, you've quite a reputation." Kura extended a hand, attempting to lay her fingers down gently upon Bubbles neck and slowly slide them down along her body. "If your skill as half as impressive as your physique..." She smirked almost knowingly.

Bubbles wasn’t sure what to expect here, but knowing Mariah, she felt safe in throwing out some broad predictions. Whoever her opponent was, she’d be a capable opponent, something of a big deal. She’d be someone that Bubbles had never wrestled before, hence the surprise. She’d have to be someone Bubbles would want to wrestle, since her wife wasn’t prone to practical jokes before or after April Fool’s Day. Finally, it would have to be someone the crowd would be eager to see, to help generate hype.

When the music started, the crowd lit up, which ticked off that last box quickly enough. She couldn’t say much on the first requirement before the match began, but everything else? Oh, yes.

Bubbles looked on in awe - real awe - as her opponent came out to what she could only describe as performance art. This woman moved with inhuman grace and smoothness, as if she floated above the floor instead of blessing it with her touch, and the lights seemed to move at her beck and call, subject to her whims. It was haunting sight, one that sent a shiver up Bubbles’ spine, and it wouldn’t be the last time she had that reaction...though it would be for a different reason, the second time.

Bubbles licked her lips as the figure gave hints to her physique, little peaks at the bounty hiding under. Fulsome lips, wet and waiting. Hips, soft and supple. Breasts, begging to be touched. It was becoming a task just to stand there and watch without letting her basic instincts take over, but she was given a good distraction when the music faded and her wife was beckoned forward.

Her opponent curled her finger at Mariah, and she moved towards her like she was being pulled in by a string, eagerly strutting over. ”Mariah Burste.” She introduced herself as she moved around and slid the kimono down, doing the honors of unveiling Bubbles’ foe for the evening. ”This is my wife, Bubbles. Bubbles?” She looked over her way with a smile that wouldn’t have been out of place on the devil himself. Or herself. ”I’d like you to meet Kura Shimizu. I saw a match with Ms. Shimuzu a little while ago, that was...quite titillating.”

Mariah made her way through the ropes and stood on the apron, as Kura finished taking off the last of her garments, showing off her figure in form. She was small, yes, but not too small. A voluptuous beauty, one that made Bubbles’ body tense in anticipation. Her wife had an excellent eye, there was no denying that. ”As hot as it was, though, I couldn’t help but think: ‘It would be hotter if my wife was involved’. So.” She clapped and hopped down to the floor. ”Here we are. Have fun, you two.”

Bubbles took a moment to blow Mariah a kiss, before turning her attention to the smorgasbord of sin coming her way. Kura wasn’t a shy one, reaching out to touch Bubbles’ chest before the bell had even rang. The Virgin Killer allowed. Hell, she welcomed it. Even sought to do better.
She reached out, wrapped her arms around Kura and pulled her in her for a tender, loving kiss, mashing their lips together with a soft passion that few saw from her. After a moment of that, she pulled away and looked down at her enemy, making sure the hunger was clearly seen. She chuckled, a dark rumbling noise. ”I am going to make you squeal.”

She briefly conversed with Mariah as the women helped to disrobe her. "Mariah." She addressed the woman with a politeness of a close friend. A serene quality to her voice which seemed out of place for a wrestling ring, let alone one which was about to house such a match as this. Once she had secured her mask to the ring post she pivoted slowly on her heel to face the both of them. "How fortunate for you both, that two free and open souls such as yourselves would also be blessed with such beauty as well." Golden eyes drifted to Mariah as she slowly made her way to Bubbles. "Mmm, you speak of my loyal pet? A fine girl, with a taste as sweet as her smile. I won't soon forget her. But this..." She stood before Bubbles, as her eyes took in the sight of the giant before her.

"Yes, you've done us both a great service Mariah." It was here she had exchanged the rest of her words, tracing her fingers down along Bubble's body. Her hands slipped down to caress the powerful arms which drew her in, not resisting but drifting towards her opponents kiss. She hummed gently into their lips, fingers tightening around Bubble's biceps. A worthy start to what she hopes would be a long and grueling bout. There were things loft when a foe simply bent to her whims. While she enjoyed those who wished to please her as pets, a true battle was something to behold. Perhaps her first real fight since coming to AFW was primed to be among her greatest. What wonders would she require to produce to ever come close after tonight?

As their lips separated she peered up at Bubbles, those soft slender lips curling into a small smirk as she whispered back. "That is my hope, dear woman. But will that be enough to ensure your victory? To slay a giant as magnificent as you would bring me such joy I have yet to experience." She smirked up to Bubbles, compressing her chest to the wall of woman before her with a soft purr. "The world is ours in this moment... take it for all its worth." She leaned up to plant a small kiss upon Bubble's collarbone before her form slipped free from their embrace, eager to begin. She backed away past the invincible divide in the ring.

Kura drew in a deep breath as her body shifted to accommodate her fighting stance. Poised and graceful, she remains relatively lower to the ground  with one foot slide out in front of her form, the rest of her weight tucked back. Her fists were clenched tight, all but her middle finger which presented almost a point at the edge of her fists. She bounced slowly, keeping some form of movement going at all times to act quickly should the moment arise. Despite their playful banter, she seemed to take this quite seriously, the lasts and only remnants of their playful banter with a small incline of her chin, an silent challenge to face her head on.

Bubbles was taking a risk here, and she knew it. As fun as going for the opening kiss could be, this was with a woman with a name she wasn’t even 100% sure how to spell. Maybe she wasn’t that forward. Maybe she preferred to be asked permission first. Maybe she had bad breath.

Fortunately, her intuition paid off, and all those worries were unfounded. While she barely Kura, she could already sense a kindred heart, beating deep beneath those swelling breasts and that tender skin. She wasn’t short, but she was nowhere near Bubbles height and build. Those facts didn’t seem to deter her one bit - if anything, they drove her on. Taller, stronger woman than this had approached her with more caution, given her a wider berth. So what was Kura hiding in her deck that made her so confident?

Oh. Bubbles had goosebumps. The bell could not ring soon enough. ”Seize the moment, huh?” She ran a finger over the spot that Kura had kissed on her chin, then dabbed it into her mouth, wanting to get every taste of this woman that she could find. ”Lady, I don’t know any other way to live.”

She’d been stepping back when it did, not even bothering to get into her fighting stance. The second she heard it, though, she came running forward, full tilt, closing the gap with two long strides. She brought her hands up as she came, looking to force Kura into a lock-up and push her hard into the corner.

"Than show me." She chuckled softly as her smirk grew.

Kura snapped forward at the bell, seemingly she hadn't had an intention to wait for the fight to come to her. She dashed with wide strides, throwing herself forward through the air. A jumping attack at Bubbles? But it was too short, there was no way it would reach the woman. She landed just before the giantess, on her knees, arching herself back nearly flat against the canvas. Her momentum took her forward, sliding between the charging Bubble's legs to narrowly avoid being trampled by the beastly force.

Her armed reached up over her head, palms planted firmly to the mat as her legs pushed off to bridge her body. She kicked her legs out, providing the force in which to propel her up onto her hands. She teetered for a moment, bending at the elbows to lower her vertical frame, letting gravity pull her back the direction she came.

When the angle was right, she shoved off the ground, sending herself back towards the direction Bubbles had charged too, her force more than enough to make up the difference if Bubbles hadn't come to a stop. Her legs held out, seeking out the base of the larger woman's spin to drill her heels deep into the opposition like marksman's arrow. If she was not stopped in some way, she would land flat upon her back with a faint bounce, tucking her legs to flip herself away from Bubbles to stand once again in a remarkably graceful cartwheel. her footfalls barely even registered on the canvas.

As Bubbles charged in, her wild smile grew even wilder, when she saw that Kura seemed to have a similar idea. Trying to meet her head on? That was bold. Too bold. While she didn’t doubt that a woman like this would have no trouble throwing around most of the roster with such a bountiful body, Bubbles was in the 1% where trying such a tactic was a mistake of monumental proportions. As glad as she was to have this early lead getting dumped onto her lap, she couldn’t help but feel some sorrow, wanting more of a challenge out of the gate.

Luckily - and unluckily - that was precisely what was coming her way. She just had to wait longer than she’d expected.

”You-”Bubbles’ eyes widened to saucers as Kura - tricky, wily Kura - managed to slide through her legs, leaving the Virgin Killer to stumble forward, nearly falling on the spot. She had to slam her barefoot down at the last second to keep herself upright and stop her forward momentum.

”Wow!” She had a hearty laugh. ”You are-”

Bubbles knew Kura would be on the attack, she just didn’t expect it to be before she could turn around. Kura’s feet hit her back and sent her stumbling forward once more, this time with nothing to stop her but the ropes.

So that was what she worked with. She rolled with the momentum, turned on her heel, and came bounding back towards Kura, storming towards her with an open arm, going for a lariat. ”Incoming!”

"I will take that as a compliment." Kura had come to stand her ground, not even bothering to sink back into her stance. She bounced on her feet as the looming threat came at her head on. The woman have been as sturdy as one would imagine. Trading blows with her would spell disaster, of this she was certain. She needed to compensate. Steal away the strength of her body to make it work against her, dead weight. Control over ones own body was often overlooked.

When you wish to hold a glass, and simply take it, where is the miracle in that? What of it when you go to take the glass, and find it slips through your fingers despite your best efforts. Such sensations play on the mind, stir doubt and fear. She wondered if this juggernaut had ever known powerlessness.

"Slow." She remarked with a honey laced tease as Bubbles came down on her with a lariat. Kura slipped a foot back, dipping to the side as she bent under the blow. Her fists came up, two swift blows that looked to any watching as two insignificant punches off place along the length of the larger woman's arm. While each blow lacked brute force, they carried with them something far more potent. Her crooked finger protruding from her fist struck out at precise locations as she slid beneath the outstretch arm which presented itself to her.

The first had extended up to drive her knuckle in under the woman's attack, the soft tissue of her armpit to drive it deep within to a tender cluster of nerves. The other had followed directly after, her movements blinding fast, to catch the woman in the crook of the elbow. Each blow that hit would feel almost crippling, a shot directly to key pressure points which would hurt more than it had any right to upon contact before numbness would set in.

While the results would vary from person to person, and based upon the practitioner, Bubbles might find her arm a temporary burden. Unable to grip with her fingers, or perhaps lift it fully due to the sheer weight it had alone. It would feel as though she was in possession of a phantom limb, hollow and unable to answer her call to arms. While such sensations would not last forever, in the moment it would certainly be a frightening prospect.

Even as Bubbles came charging forward, storming across the ring, her every footstep shaking the canvas, she had a definite feeling that this would not go well. She didn’t know what was going to go wrong, of course, but she didn’t need to in order to make that judgment. The look in Kura’s eyes was enough of a hint, and the single word she spoke sealed it.

She came in, she missed, and wound up taking two punches for her troubles. At least, what she thought were supposed to be punches. They hit quick, lightning strikes on her arms, but they had almost no force to them. No damage. No bite. A weird thing, too, because while Kura was by no means built like a boxer, she could tell the woman was in good enough shape and knew enough technique to deliver a real punch, were she so inclined. So why was she not inclined?

Whatever. Bubbles shrugged it off and spun about quickly, reading her arm to...to…

She stopped in her tracks and gasped along with the audience, as she tried to lift her arm, managed to get it half way up...and failed. Completely. She stopped, took a moment to try and squeeze her hand, and found only numbness from her shoulder on down. Her arm was on lunch break, it seemed. ”Huh. Xena.” She looked back at Kura with incredulity peppered in her smile. ”Okay, I’ll admit, that is a new one.”

From the sidelines. Mariah wasn’t quite as glib about the whole matter. She knew that Kura’s last opponent wasn’t exactly a full test of her skills, but even she was surprised by how well the ninja wrestler had done right from the outset. She was so much like Bubbles, but different in so many ways, and she just hoped her wife took her seriously enough before it was too late.

Kura couldn't help but smile at Bubbles rather nonchalant reaction. As much as she would have liked to sat down to explain the intricacies of what she had done, the effects of her blows were not going to last forever. She dipped inwards, dashing towards Bubbles, sticking towards her disable side. The modern day ninja kicked off the canvas, taking to the sky. Legs spread wide as she cartwheeled through the air, the very definition of grace. Her hands didn't even reach for the canvas, she merely soared. She landed on the ball of her foot, knee bending slightly to lessen the impact.

She was still in motion, still out of arm's reach. When she had landed her leg had extended itself towards Bubbles, but far too much open air lay between them yet, so she spun. Pivoting on her foot she carried the momentum from her cartwheel with her still, leg sweeping out behind her to slice the air in two. As she came full circle, the bend leg which remained grounded pushed up, tossing into the air at the exact moment her leg had throw itself back in the direction of Bubbles. She plunged her leg through the air, a breeze whistling around her as she rocketed towards the giant.

Her kick was like a javelin thrown by a skilled warrior. It had a sole target in mind, one which threatened to bring the monster of a woman doubt in one mighty blow should she land on her mark. her ankle tucked back, allowing her heel to be the sole point of contact as she hurdled the sword distance between the two. Her foot was poised to strike Bubbles in the chest, just below her breasts. if she had her way, the bone of her foot would drive itself deep into the giant's solar plexus.

In order for the fun to truly begin, she needed to even the odds, bringing the Virgin Killer to the ground would be a remarkable start. While everything she had done up until now was only a temporary solution, with any luck what she would be able to accomplish next should this work, would be the payoff she desired.

If nothing else, her various flips and fast paced movements seemed to enthrall the crowd.