Yayuuki 'Lucky' Sakura vs. Bubbles Burste - Fun In the Sun

It was inevitable, really. Lucky had nothing to be ashamed of.

Bubbles reached orgasm first, and for that the younger wrestler should’ve been proud. While it was no rare thing for Bubbles Burst to explode in the middle of a match, most often it happened after she’d gotten her opponent to erupt, not before. Lucky was a special sort of woman, one with an exuberance that rivaled Bubbles’ own, a boundless energy that even she was having trouble coming up with.

But, at the end of the day, there was no stopping this outcome - she was going to get that orgasm. Lucky fought it, tried to slow it down, but there was never any question in the end. Bubbles sighed along with her opponent’s sighs of ecstasy, easing up as she reveled in the moment, watching her face transform as the wave ran through her. A beautiful thing, really. Bubbles cherised it.

When the moment passed, she could’ve pressed her advantage. Could’ve smashed Lucky into the mat, gone for a win, and maybe even have gotten it in short order. But she didn’t. Instead, she was more than content to stand up and sashay her way over to the nearest corner, a cocky swagger in her hips as she went.

She spun about, leaned against it, and crossed her legs. ”Well. That was plenty fun.” Bubbles leaned forward and licked her lips. ”Ready for more?”

Sakura shivered heavily, profusely as Bubbles made her cum HARDER than anyone ever had, those fingers working with brutal and unrelenting skill mixed with honed lust for drive... She could only barely begin fathom the limits the other woman could go just based of this interaction alone... It was intimidating to say the least, he large tan wrestler taking her over in just a matter of moments, satisfying the win conditions with barely HALF the effort... Lucky watched through heavily lidded eyes as her opponent simply got up off her without another word, walking over to the nearest corner and just plopping herself down against it. Sakura blinked, confused, her mind slowly starting to break through the haze of her lust that came with the glow of satisfaction...

She's mocking me... or... something... She thought to herself as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, the young cheerleader propping herself up on her hands as she stared in both awe and contemplation at the virgin killer! It was like... nothing to her... All those moans and kisses and... other things just flowed off her like the water off her skin! ...How can I compete with that...? If Lucky thought Bubbles was gonna be strong just based on their height and strength difference, she only now realized how truly outmatched she was in this fight... Bubbles barely looked effected at all by their exchange beyond a glowing, golden smile while Lucky on the other hand... Her bountiful, beautiful chest rose and fell heavily as she gasped for breath, shaking her head slowly in an effort to quell the glow... She was so helpless and vulnerable... Bubbles was so strong and in control...

...Was it wrong of her to feel turned on by that fact...

With a soft groan she pushed herself over on her knees... then up to her feet, her legs shaky at first, the poor girl throwing herself into the opposite corner Bubbles herself rested so casually against!

"...Y-yeah..." She whispered, her face on FIRE with Bubbles complimenting their 'interaction'. "...Y-yeah it was..." Her green eyes widened as her opponent alluded to round 2, but slowly they fell lidded again as they looked all over that scrumptious, insurmountable form Bubbles had...

"...Yuh huh!" She smiled, pushing herself off and slamming her fist into an open palm with a light *smack*! "I wanna make you the happiest ever on your birthday!"

If Bubbles was being completely, totally, 100% honest about all of this, she’d have to admit that, maybe, she wasn’t just backing off for Lucky’s benefit.

Oh, she wanted to give her younger opponent more of a fighting chance, sure. Wanted a challenge. After having such a rowdy time with her and enjoying those sweet fruits, it was only fair that she be given a chance - a small chance - to recharge her batteries and come back, stronger and harder than before.

There was little question that this Energizer nun of a woman would be back up, but even Mariah was surprised when she came back with so much vim and vigor. They could’ve used a dozen or so Luckys in Slamazons waning days, back when the doors were closing and ticket sales were dropping and they were trying to find anything and everything to keep the company out of the red.

A pleasant thought, one that had her swishing back and forth in the warm water, but she pushed it aside for a moment as Lucky rose to her feet, showing everyone just how ready she was for this match to keep going. Judging by the gleam in Bubbles eyes and the way her mouth was watering, she had much of the same thing in mind.

As always, Bubbles was more than ready to meet her. Without saying a word, she came out of the corner with her stance lowered and her hands out, closing in on Lucky more and more, nearing her, ready to pounce in a heartbeat. Waiting, watching, willing to see how Lucky would react first.

Lucky waited in her corner as she watched Bubbles approach, anxously adjusting and readjusting her position in the water... What could she do, what SHOULD she do...? She had to be SMART if she was gonna come out of this not on a stretcher or carried off by Bubbles... She couldn't just run in and meet her! That would be BIG nono! Blinking, she looked slightly around the big, buxom tan wrestler, emerald eyes staring at the ropes curiously. If she could get there... use them... Maybe she could topple her... The problem was... There was a hungry predator between her and them...

Lucky swallowed heavily, letting out a heavy breath as her brow furrowed and her lips tightened in determination. No. She couldn't be afraid... She had to take a chance if she was gonna come out ahead! Suddenly, the cheerleader charged across the wave-coated floor of the arena, her bare feet kicking up water with each splashy step! She charged down Bubbles, bee-lining right towards, her body lowered and head tucked in as if she was moving to tackle her...

BUT! At the last minute, Sakura VEERED to the side, nearly slipping and completely botching her super secret dodge at the worst possible time! If she managed to get around the larger wrestler, she'd whirl around, back pushing against the ropes before LUNGING out at her again, this time coming at the American from behind!

"YAH!" She cried as she suddenly jumped up, raising her legs up mid jump, intending to land a drop-kick RIGHT in Bubble's big, bubbly chest, one foot per boob... or per shoulder-blade if she didn't turn around in time!

Bubbles was ready for Lucky this time. So ready.

She was on her haunches, leaning forward, knees bent and arms out as the two faced off, as she’d been trained to do. She didn’t make the first move, wouldn’t do it, knowing that they were on even ground now that she’d gotten that orgasm out of Lucky. Best to be patient and let the little one come her way instead. Which was going to happen, sooner or later, one way or another.

...ah, there we go.

Lucky didn’t lack for guts, Bubbles would give her that much and more. Where many wrestlers would’ve been cautious, she came charging right in, bold and brave, in a path that would’ve surely ended in her falling flat on her back. Bubbles moved in with a wide arm, looking to drop her with a lariat.

It would’ve done a lot of damage if it hit. Which it didn’t. Instead, Lucky ducked under at the last second, moved about with startling speed, and the next thing Bubbles knew, she had two boots planted in her shoulder blades, driving her forward with stumbling steps.

Her chest hit the turnbuckle and stayed there for a few moments, as Bubbles reeled from the impact. She could hear the crowd surging around here, and it wasn’t hard to imagine why. The shields were down, the weak spot was showing, and all she had to do was seize the moment to get some damage in.

Lucky's drop-kick had succeeded, sending the giant stumbling forward but NOT dropping her! This was only a testament to the strength of the Virgin killer, able to take a direct drop-kick to her spine and still remain on her feet! Still, this didn't stop her from crashing into the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring, leaving her back exposed for the thrashing! Sakura hauled herself back up to her feet after SMACKING into the wet, tide-covered floor, her buxom chest rising and falling heavily. What should she do...? Hit her? Submission...? She had no idea what she could do that would hurt Bubbles enough to keep her down! She doubted any strike Sakura had short of kicking her in the "You-know-what" would stop her at all and she wasn't THAT mean! Submissions were gonna be just as hard because what would stop the big, tan (hot) giant from tearing her way out of them?? Maybe if she grabbed a breast or something while she choked her out....

Lucky frowned, sensing that even though she had the advantage, her options were limited. She found herself almost intimidated by how much she didn't think she could do verses what she actually could! Taking a deep breath, she charged at the back of Bubbles yet again, trying to summon up that courage and strength that had her rush her just a second ago! Lucky would hold out her arm as she charged the larger woman, aiming to clothesline her HARD back into the turnbuckle before wrapping both arms around her belly and leaning back, trying to roll her up into a pin! She would sit on the back of her legs, aiming to press her shoulders down into the oncoming tide! If she managed to pin Bubbles, the ref-girl would throw herself down into the water with them belly first, slapping her hand against the floor!

ONE!

From the sidelines, Mariah looked on with interest, canting her head ever-so-slightly as Lucky seized an advantage. A small one, perhaps, but an advantage all the same, and it would be intriguing to see what she did with it. She’d thought that things would turn swiftly in Bubbles favor now that this was a purely physical affair, but she was being proven wrong on that in a hurry.

Brave and bold, Lucky came in fast, hitting Bubbles hard in the back with a clubbing clothesline. It wasn’t too bad by itself, something that wouldn’t have made her budge from the front. From the back, it just left her stunned for a moment, but that was all the time Lucky needed.

The Virgin Killer was sent to the mat, hitting hard enough to splash every in the front, as Lucky rolled her about in a deft roll-up. She couldn’t remember the last time someone even got her to the mat that quickly, much less with such a skillful attack, and she was given next to no time to properly process it, either. There was the referee, there was the count.

A good combo. Nice followup. The sort of skill that few wrestlers Lucky’s age possessed, and it might’ve been enough to close the deal against the average wrestler.

”2…!”

But of all the things Bubbles Burst was, ‘average’ was rarely among them.

She kicked out right after the two count, before the referee could even raise her hand again, showering the ringside area with another blast of water. She flopped over to her chest and began pushing her way up right away, though it was a slow, lumbering process. Mariah could tell when her wife was thrown for a loop, rare as that was.

"Awwww! Come ooooon!" Lucky grumbled as she was thrown from atop Bubbles, her combo being broken right as she was about to win! She was so close! Blah... Whatever... She'd just have to try again wouldn't she??? "Bleh... and it was going so good too..." Sakura quickly hopped back up to her feet, the gleam of the sun shimmering off her water-coated skin. Even though the peppy cheerleader was having trouble landing anything that stuck, she was still kind having fun playing around with Bubbles! It's kinda what it felt like, wrestling in the water. Maybe it was the people in their swimsuits or just the beach-setting in general... Or maybe the glow of having came earlier still warming her insides but Lucky just didn't feel like she had to be all super serious about this match! She felt like she could just throw Bubbles to the wave-washed floor of the ring and kiss her unconscious!

You know what? She might do just that!

As the larger, tankier American struggled to her feet, Sakura came running straight at her again, this time jumping at the last minute to come flying at Bubbles like a human missile!

"Bubbleeeeeeeeees!" She cried as she wrapped her arms around her neck, hopefully the force of her impact dragging the woman back down to the ground! If she succeeded in doing so AND she was able to stay on top, Lucky would press her lips hard into her opponent's kissing her vigorously, and with great passion! One hand would remain wrapped around her head while the other gently stroked her cheeks, trying to subdue her with all the warm fuzzies that came with their connection!

What happened next was odd. Unexpected, though perhaps not so much, given what Lucky’s clear MO was.

Bubbles was reeling, struggling to get back to her feet, trying to figure out what was going on with this matchup. Speedsters had given her trouble before, they were a weakpoint of hers, but she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been caught so flatfooted by one. Was she just off her game today? Was Lucky just that hot? Was the seawater messing with her brain? All three?

Whatever cocktail this little she-devil had going on, it worked. Amazingly well. She was so taken off her gun that when Lucky came in at full speed, she was able to bring her to the floor with ease, like a lioness being floored by a cub. And then came the kisses.

”God, uh-” Bubbles gasped as best she could, as Lucky’s lips dominated her own. She made up for the strength difference with pure fervor, overcoming quality with quantity, leaving Bubbles in an electric purple haze of pleasure, one that she could’ve almost been swept away in.

Almost.

When they’d fallen, Bubbles made sure to land with her legs out, so Lucky came down between them. Now, she lifted those legs up, wrapped them around her opponent’s waist, crossed her ankles and began to pour on the pressure, bringing the power of her thighs to bear with a crushing bodyscissor.

Lucky once again brought down the giant but not with any fancy moves or fake-outs like she had managed to do earlier. Nope! Just the pure, unadulterated make-out sessions that made these matches SO worth going to! Just with the sheer quantity she managed to push Bubbles back down, the cheerleader kissing the HECK outta the American's lips! It was like the Virgin Killer couldn't even muster up a response... which surprised her given her name! Was she just having an off day or what...? Fooey! Just as she was getting excited too!

However, not long after the two women fell to the floor, making out in a ferocious exchange of lips, Lucky felt her body begin to get crushed by the vice-like grip of Bubbles' legs, a grip so tight, she might've thought she'd been attacked by a shark had it not been for the smooth... gentle... warm... tan skin of her counterpart... also the fact she wasn't dying from mass blood-loss but that was only a minor detail in the grand scheme of things.

"AUAAH!" She cried out in genuine shock and pain as Bubbles BIT into her with her legs, crushing all the important stuffs with her almighty legs! "OMG! OMGOMGOMG! THAT HURTS BUBBLES STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!" She cried in protest, flailing with the utmost unhappiness as she tried DESPERATELY to escape the crushing force! WHY BUBBLES! WHYYYY!

"PLEEEEEEEASE!"