Safia Shahrazar vs. Bubbles Burste - In The Heat of the Night

Match Type: Apartment Hentai Submission
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent verbally submit with a phrase of your choice.
Matc Stipulations: The loser will became the winners property for as long as they’re in the apartment.

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This could not have been more perfect.  Mariah was sure of that much.

The apartment was setup exactly as she’d requested. It looked like something out of a 70’s sitcom, right down to the rotary phone, the yellow wallpaper, the plush carpet and the wooden chairs. There  was even an old boom tube TV in the corner, covered with a thick layer of dust. But all those details, while appreciated, weren’t what struck Mariah’s interest the most - no, what she was focused on most was the room of the apartment that she currently stood inside with her wife, Bubbles and a referee. The bedroom, large and spacious, save for a queen-sized bed at the edge, with a large window that gave them the perfect view of the city from the fifteen story. AFW management couldn’t have picked a better apartment building to rent out.

”Perfect.” She squealed as she looked around and took it all in. ”Absolute perfection.”

Bubbles stood there, smirking, watching as her wife hopped around like a child, an odd look for a woman in a smart, black business outfit. Despite what it would seem like to an outside observer, they hadn’t come to this place to scope out their next apartment - though, come to think of it, that was a topic that needed to be addressed now that it was clear Bubbles would became a permanent AFW member. But no, they actually for a match. A match that Mariah had specifically requested.

[b]”We’re glad everything is to your liking, ma’am.”[/color] The referee, herself dressed in a pinstripped leotard, nodded their way. [b]”We built this to your specifications. Rather taxing.”[/color]

”And I wholeheartedly appreciate your efforts.” She gave the referee a thumbs up, before turning back to her wife. Mariah sauntered over and ran a hand over Bubbles’ shoulders, caressing her through the thick, black and red robe she wore. ”Looking great. As usual.” Mariah gave her a quick pat on the hip. ”Thanks for doing this with me. Long time dream.”

”Anything to make you happy.” Bubbles leaned forward and gave Mariah a little smooch on the lips. With a sigh and  stretch, she started to strut about the room, looking up to one of several small cameras on the ceiling ashe passed. However this match went, the AFW crowd at home would be getting  eyeful. Which reminded her of an important question.

”Hey,” She quirked her eyebrow and turn to the referee. ”Who’s my victim for the night?”

"She should be here soon!" the referee responded, quickly checking her phone to make sure that she sent the right address. "She's new to Japan, so she's not familiar with where everything is, but she said she was on her way!"

They didn't have to wait for long. Almost right after the referee finished speaking, a sharp knock came from the door. The ref quickly went over, looking through the peephole to make sure it wasn't someone random.

"Ah she's here!" the referee chirped, quickly opening the door, "Welcome Safia-chan! I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding this place!"

She stepped aside to reveal to Mariah and Bubbles a pretty dark-skinned girl with short purple hair and sparkling purple eyes.  She wore a long black jacket that covered her past her knees, black stockings and a pair of ballet flats. She carried a designer bag in her hands that looked quite heavy from the way she was carrying it. Safia did not cut an imposing figure, looking more like a chic fashion model than the experienced catfighter she was.

"Nothing to worry about, your directions were good enough," Safia said, her voice soft but laced with a sultry undertone. She walked into the apartment with purpose, taking a good long look around. The view was excellent, although the decor reminded her more of the old school 70s horror movies than anything modern.

She couldn't miss the other two people in the room, not when the girl who was obviously her opponent towered over everything like a giant. Outwardly Safia remained calm, however inside she was incredibly nervous.

"This is not going to be easy," Safia thought as she looked at Bubbles. Nevermind the obvious weight difference, just her height alone gave Bubbles an enormous advantage. Safia reassured herself though, she had fought big male opponents before and come out on top, this time around as long as she played smart she would be able to win too. What surprised her was the other person in the room, who was obviously not here to fight. Safia had done a little bit of reading on her opponent and recognized that it must be Mariah. The presence of her opponent's wife was going to make thing interesting, especially should Safia resort to some less savory tactics to gain an advantage.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Safia said, "I'm Safia, your opponent for tonight." She extended her hand out to Mariah and Bubbles as a friendly greeting, also testing to see which one of them was the one in charge of the relationship.

When it came to rubbing up and wrestling with scantily clad women, Bubbles had a notoriously short patience, so it was a good thing that her opponent showed up not long after. It was even better thing that she was well worth the wait.

The woman that came into the apartment was a slim thing, small and petite. Nowhere kawaii size, not even near the smallest fighter than the regular league had to offer, but still fairly short. Bubbles probably could’ve fit two of her inside her own body, with a little room to spare. Not enough meat on the bones, as her grandma would’ve said.

Not a problem, though. Bubbles liked even matches, sure, but she could get down with a squash every now and then. Sometimes it was fun to just have a sexy toy to play with.

She looked down at her opponent with a slim smirk, letting Mariah step forward and handle the introductions. She was the better talker, after all, particularly when Bubbles’ mind started to wander. ”Mariah.” She shook Sharia’s hand, eager and emphatic. ”Mariah Burste. And this vision of female dominance is my wife, Bubbles.”

Mariah took a step back and gave her a quick pat on the stomach, snapping her out of her haze. The Virgin Killer couldn’t help it - she got to staring at Sharia, imagining what was underneath that jacket, thinking about the things they could get up to, and she lost herself. ”Oops, sorry. Zoned out. Hi.” She gave Sharia a short wave, before turning her gaze down to Mariah. ”Want to do the honors?”

It only took Mariah a moment to realize what Bubbles meant, before she snapped her fingers and went to work, zipping around behind her wife. Once she was in place, she snaked her hands underneath those massive, muscular arms and undid the sash, tossing it off to the far side of the room. From there, she reached up and pulled Bubbles’ robe down, revealing the full figure beneath.

Bubbles stood before Safia in all her glory, her entire, ripped form covered only by a tight, black lingerie two piece that struggled to keep her form held within. Her nipples peeked out over the edges, it clung tight to her hips, and every single breath Bubbles took seemed to test its durability.

She stood there and took a moment to flex, keeping a keen eye on Safia to gauge her reaction. ”Anyway thanks for coming in. I’d say I’ll go easy on you, but, uh...I’m not in that kind of mood. Soooooooorry, cupcake.”

Safia smiled politely when she shook Maria's hand. As she thought, Mariah was the one in charge, even though Bubbles was the bigger one. "One has the brains and the other the brawn?" Safia thought. It reassured her a little to think that maybe Bubbles was dumb and that she could be outsmarted. But that was unlikely, more just a comforting thought.

When Maria helped remove the robe bubbles wore, Safia finally got a look at her opponent. And what a look it was, Bubbles had the muscular body of a bodybuilder with a layer of softness on top, which did nothing to hide the raw power present. Safia knew this fight was going to be quite unbalanced in the strength department. The tight lingerie she wore looked a few sizes too small, the straps barely holding on. Safia wondered if that was intentional.

In response, the dusky beauty undid her jacket and removed it as well, letting it drop off her shoulders and onto the floor. She was wearing nothing but lingerie underneath, which made travelling to the apartment quite exciting. She had on a lacy black Teddy that hugged her body tightly, with a deep v cut that ended just above her crotch, looping around to floss her tight ass with a thong back. She also had on a long pair of thigh-high black stockings. Safia went from looking like a fashion model to looking like a lingerie model, her tight body not at all hidden by her garment.

"That's fine, I would feel bad if you went easy," Safia said, "It's quite insulting to be underestimated." In her mind though she wished Bubbles would go easy, as she really did not want the huge amazon to hurt her.

Mariah stepped to the side and hung the robe in a nearby closet, as Safia followed suit and put her body on display. Bubbles gave her a well-deserved whistle at the sight - she was small, yes, but what body she did have was impressive from every angle. This was clearly a woman who logged in her fair share of hours at the gym.

Svelte thighs, pleasing hips, generous breasts. But nothing too big. Nothing out of proportion. It was a body that would’ve been a fine fit for any runway, whether it be at a fashion show or a strip club. Definitely one of the better figures she’d seen in her time with the AFW, and that was no small praise to heap.

”Fair point.” Bubbles cracked her knuckles as the referee passed by and moved to the edges of the room, giving the cameras one, final check. ”Don’t you worry on that front - you’re getting the full Bubbles Burste experience. I’m not underestimating you a bit.” She wagged a finger her way, thinking about a recent match against Kura. She’d been smaller, too - not this small, but smaller. Even so, her agility and skill took her to the limit.

The same could happen here. She kind of doubted it, but it could, so she’d play it safe.

The prechecks were done and the referee was quick to move in between them, taking her position. Mariah kicked off her shoes, took off her jacket, and promptly hopped onto the bed, scooting over to the face side and laying down in a venus pose. For this match, she wanted the best seat in the house.

The referee looked left, then right, then held up her hand high. ”Ready...and...go!”

She chopped the air and Bubbles dropped down into her grappling stance, knees bent and hands up at the ready. She didn’t come charging in just yet, but she did start to work her way forward, circling around Safia, getting closer with each step. She licked her lips all the while, looking like a hungry dog getting ready for her meal…

"Hehe, the full experience eh?" Safia said more or less to herself, "I can't hold anything back either!"

The referees check turned up nothing out of the ordinary on either girl's body, though she did frisk Safia just a little bit more since her attire had a few more hiding spaces. Safia blushed when the ref reached between her legs and even went underneath her Teddy. "Was that really necessary?" she thought, wondering if perhaps there was a little bit of extra fanservice going on. Safia didn't hide anything with her clothes, she fully expected to not have them on for most of this match anyways.

Safia kept her body loose, bouncing on her feet a few times to get the blood flowing. She settled into a loose grappling stance, ready to both attack, defend, and most importantly dodge. But Bubbles did not rush in to overpower her immediately, keeping her distance. "So she's not just a meathead," Safia thought.

If Bubbles wasn't going to make the first move, then Safia would. She knew exactly what to go for as well. She approached slowly, getting just within Bubbles's reach, before suddenly ducking low and going straight for one of the bodybuilder's powerful legs. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" Safia thought as she tried to grab onto Bubbles's thigh, twisting her entire body to take Bubbles down with a dragon screw! She hoped that despite the size differential she would at least be able to budge her opponent!

Bubbles didn’t miss much when it came to the female anatomy, so the referee going above and beyond the call of duty was definitely something that struck her notice. Not that she minded in the least bit - if anything, she sympathized. It had always seemed criminal to her that the Friction referees always spent so much time near hot bodies, without ever being allowed to touch a single one. Like being in lent, all year long.

She had plans after this match, things she wanted to do with Mariah and Safia. Maybe she could include the referee in that mix…

Fun thought. Thoughts for later. Thought she only stopped thinking when Safia made her move, coming low and going right for her leg. It was a wise move, cunning, and it would’ve worked on many opponents.

But not her.

Bubbles slammed her foot down hard and widened her stance, keeping herself from being dragged down by the screwed. At the same time, she reached down, wrapped her arms around Safia’s waist, and hauled her upwards, lifting her in one swift move. From there, she could’ve gone for a number of things - a powerbomb, a piledriver, some sort of backbreaker. Instead, she went a strange, but fun option.

With Safia hanging upside down and facing away, Bubbles began to put the squeeze on her waist, wrapping it up and pulling it tight for a flipped version of the reverse bearhug. She’d never tried this before, had no idea how effective it would be, but she figured this was as good a time as any to experiment.

Safia fully expected her opponent to be hard to move. She threw her entire body into the dragon screw, every last bit of strength that she could muster. It felt like she hit a brick wall. Bubbles did not budge one bit. And Safia was left totally open as she stood, bent over Bubbles's leg, looking like an idiot.

"Wha-?!" Safia gasped when suddenly bubbles grabbed her around her slim waist and lifted her straight up. "AHH!" Safia screamed as she got held upside down. Blood rushed to her head and made her see stars. Her hands pushed hard against Bubbles's waist to no avail.

Safia's scream was probably the worst thing she could have done, considering Bubbles began to squeeze her hard in an upside-down bearhug! Suddenly Safia couldn't breathe, her stomach getting painfully crushed. She could feel herself starting to pass out. In a move of desperation, Safia threw an elbow back, hoping to strike Bubbles somewhere where it hurt to make her loosen the bearhug.

A reverse, inverted bearhug? Kind of a clunky name for a move, but Bubbles couldn’t think of a better way describe what she had Safia in at the moment. It was definitely an unorthodox move, something she wouldn’t have been too keen to bust out in normal circumstances, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t effective in its own weird way, allowing Bubbles to clamp down on her foe’s midsection and really crank up the pressure. She was no doctor, but she had to guess that all the blood rushing downwards wasn’t healthy for Safia, either.

Oh, and it gave her the perfect view of her dark-skinned opponent’s dusky bottom, a sight that the Virgin Killer thoroughly enjoyed. Watching it jiggle and bounce as she wrenched Safia from side to side, wiggling about. She couldn’t resist giving one of the cheeks a lick, then a nibble, and she might’ve done a bit more than that if she’d had the chance.

Unfortunately, Safia had to ruin the fun by trying to escape, the little rascal.

Bubbles had a short, sharp cry of pain as an elbow shot into her side, sinking deep. Not the most damaging move ever, but it was enough of a shock to make her release the smaller wrestler and let her tumble to the floor. Instead of chasing after her, Bubbles rubbed her stomach, smirking as she started to circle around their space. ”What’s wrong? Didn’t like that?” She lowered into her stance and began to close in once more. ”’Cause I got other positions were can try…”

Safia was close to passing out from the hold, blood rushing to her head and lack of air very close to putting her to sleep. She didn't even notice her butt getting teased by Bubbles, far too distracted by the pain in her waist and the stars in her eyes.

Luckily though her elbow struck something that made Bubbles let go. It still felt like she was hitting a solid wall, sending a jolt of pain through her arm and shoulder, but it made Bubbles let go. However Safia hadn't thought that once Bubbles let go, she had quite a long way to fall. Safia gasped when she fell, reaching up to desperately grab something before her head hit the ground.

She managed to barely grab onto Bubbles's arm, breaking her fall before she broke her neck. She was able to quickly flip herself backwards, landing in her feet and scooting a few steps back to keep away from Bubbles.

Bubbles did not immediately attack though, choosing instead to taunt Safia. The dusky beauty narrowed her eyes. "What incredible strength," she thought, "I can't take her down this way." She would have to be very sneaky to do any damage.

"Wasn't so bad," Safia responded, "But it was certainly impressive. I thought at least I'd be able to take you down. You're way stronger than I imagined." She raised her hand in what appeared to be a challenge of strength. But when Bubbles moves in to lock up, instead Safia would grab only one of the powerful bodybuilder's arms and attempt to twist her into a standing arm bar! Safia hoped that she would be strong enough to at least pull that off.