Caroline Brookes vs Zulime Lafitte – No hentai tonight!

Match Type: Hentai Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO. No countout.

Caroline's ring attire :

It was a chilly Friday night in Tokyo, and Caroline had spent the last hour in a state of panic, alternating between nervous phone calls to her manager and complaining to the Friction arena's staff while butterflies ransacked her stomach. The shy, small town American had almost been placed in a hentai match against her will!

For her, the notion of being forced into having sex on live television was apocalyptic. Despite her choice to work among some of the horniest lesbians in the world, Caroline was still a virgin, and being deflowered in front of thousands of people was not her idea of a good first time. She was a romantic, in search of someone that she could at least get to know a little before they tore her clothes off.

Fortunately, Caroline was luckier than most rookies who wrestled in Friction. She had a manager, Lina Inverse – a difficult woman to work with, but equally ferocious in defense of her clients if you could cooperate with her. To her, booking one of her clients without permission was a direct insult that she didn't take lightly. They had leverage, too, thanks to Lina's connection to at least one wrestling veteran who trained new wrestlers, including Caroline herself.

One phone call was all it took to ignite Lina's temper and initiate the schedule change that Caroline wanted. Caroline waited to hear back from her, pacing up and down her changing room, still in her street clothes, trembling anxiously. Skipping town wasn't off the table if management didn't honor the shrinking violet's wishes, but losing Caroline with no one to replace her would also mess up the entire card for the night, so when Caroline's cell phone rang, the news she got from Lina was positive.

“Alright, I gave the general manager a piece of my mind, and she agreed to correct her 'scheduling error' and put you and your opponent in a standard match. No countout stipulation, because they already moved the bed you were supposed to wrestle on out to ringside, and they want to get their money's worth. Maybe you and the other girl can take a nap if you get tired.”

Caroline chuckled nervously at her manager's attempted humor. “Thanks, Lina. I can't believe those jerks tried to make me into a sex object.”

“Yeah, sure,” Lina replied, not feeling too strongly about the subject of hentai herself. She just wanted her client to succeed, and they both knew that Caroline's background would make her easy prey in a hentai match. “Your match wasn't the only hentai bout on the card for tonight, but Friction fans are pretty voracious. I don't think they're gonna get over this change easily, so bring your A-game and do as much crowd-pleasing shit as you can manage.”

“Sure, will do Lina,” Caroline replied. “I don't need to get naked to put on a good show.”

“I know, kid. Oh, by the way, watch out for your opponent. Hentai may not win this match, but I don't think the rules can protect you if she gets horny and decides to stick her hands up your skirt...”

“R-right, thanks. Bye, Lina.”

After exchanging goodbyes and hanging up the phone, Caroline flew out of her seat and changed into her wrestling attire, exchanging a nervous glance with her reflection in the mirror as she ogled herself a bit. The short skirt and top didn't leave too much to the imagination, but Caroline wasn't worried about her appearance. Fanservice was an unavoidable part of Friction's brand, and she was willing to show some skin off to the crowd. Just...not as much as they apparently wanted.

Hearing a knock at the door, Caroline turned to greet a staff member that had come to fetch her. “We're ready for you, Caroline. Crowd's pretty rowdy, just to warn you.”

Swallowing nervously, Caroline nodded and went to the gorilla position, hearing a steady ruckus emanating from the stands as she waited for her musical cue. Her intro song, Immortals, clashed awkwardly with the energy in the stadium, barely covering the low rumble of dissatisfied jeering as Caroline walked nervously down the ramp, too self-conscious to try playing to the crowd. The anger didn't seem directed straight at her. They didn't know that Caroline's complaining had been the cause of their hentai match being canceled, but her opponent definitely would.

Some of the fans lining the aisle looked like they were ready to throw stuff, so Caroline broke into a run in an effort to reach the ring – her safe island in the middle of this roiling storm – a little more quickly. The steel steps had been removed from the setup, and the largest bed Caroline had ever seen now sat directly between the ramp and the ring itself, blocking the way. This clearly wasn't supposed to be the bed's final resting place, but getting it out here must have been hard enough without trying to move it inside the ring. About as wide as it was long, the bed was soft and plush, adorned with red blankets and purple pillows.

It looked awfully relaxing, but Caroline wasn't in the mood to relax. The preceding events of the day had her in an uncharacteristically bad mood as she crawled across the bed, using it as her stepping stone to reach the ring and roll inside. She popped up on the other side of the ropes and struck a decidedly impatient pose, crossing her arms and glaring up the ramp where her opponent would soon appear. The country girl was angry at all the people who had gotten her into this mess, including the succubus that she was supposed to fight.

That woman, Zulime Lafitte, was an undefeated hentai combatant, so she probably wasn't going to be happy about the schedule change, either.

Zulime wished she had her piano. Even a keyboard, trite in its futurism, would have been acceptable. Sure, some wailing jeremiad of a blues tune was playing over the speakers, but it was not quite the same. She was not playing her own song. She was just listening to a song that someone else was playing. When she opened her eyes, waking herself up from the sad rapture she was in, an annoyed face was looking back at her in the mirror. Her brown eyes burned with a quiet intensity. Zulime was far too classy, even in private, to willingly be mad, but she was slowly boiling over.

A few minutes ago, one of the workers here hopped into her room. He seemed overly apologetic and obsequious, which stayed Zulime's wrath, at least for the time being. See, he was there to tell her that the match this evening was not going to be a hentai bout. Instead, it was going to be a normal bout. The Riverboat Queen gracefully ushered the guy out of the room and closed the door behind him. Since that moment, she had been plopped in her chair with new music, trying to deal with this the best way she could. Zulime was a very long way from home, and she did not sit on a plane for an ungodly amount of time that she may be treated like a rank-and-file wrestler. No, she wanted to ply her craft in the most erotic way possible, making girls cum left and right until no one dared lie on the other side of the bed from her.

This was what Zulime was good at. Some of the women down at the gym even let her practice, and she in turn let them practice on her. Even if she didn't always win, it was a good time. There was something to be said for a feeling of raw pleasure, and Zulime was saying that as often as she could. All week she had been looking forward to this, getting on a bed and seeing which woman was superior, and now she was wallowing in her disappointment.

She was not able to shake her feeling. With a heavy sigh, she rose from her chair, and appraised herself in the mirror. Her outfit could work in regular matches, but it was purposefully designed for hentai matches. She adjusted her sarong. Zulime had to fiddle with it a little bit, but finally she got it cinched in nice and tight. The Riverboat Queen ran her hand through her hair as a means to tame it a little bit. She knew that soon her dark hair would be heading in every direction thanks to the wildness of the match, but still, she was going to put her best foot forward. Despite everything that had happened tonight.

Zulime made her ways through the corridors, her bare feet feeling slightly cold on the floor. As she moved, she did her best to fix her face. There was nothing that Zulime would have loved more than making a girl cum right there in the ring, and that had been taken from her. But in this place, just as in all places, appearances mattered. She was determined not to show how emotional she was feeling.

She peered out around the curtain as her opponent walked down to the ring. The crowd had been informed that there would be a hentai match, and they were clearly as disappointed as she would. It brought her some solace that they wanted that, too. The crowd positively baying for it. Zulime swore to herself that even if it was not that show that she or the crowd wanted, she was going to put on a performance.

Zulime's sultry music blared over the loudspeakers, and the Riverboat Queen took her time getting down to the ring. Her hips swung to the beat, and the mischievous smile on her face appeared to make at least some of the fans happy. After all, she had little to apologize for. She was going to do what she could to make the best out of a bad situation. One of the fans near the end of the ramp had a poster that was nothing but her face, and that made her giggle. She took the time to walk over to them and plant a quick kiss on the girl's cheek. That nearly made the woman faint, which brought a lot of joy to Zulime's heart.

The Cajun girl slid under the bottom rope, and planted her hand on her hip. The other girl was being impatient, it looked like. Damn shame. Anything worth arriving at took time, and Zulime appreciated that more than anyone.

"Well, suga, ain't it lovely to meet ya. Although, I wish we had met in more favorable circumstances." Zulime eyed the bed, in full sight of Caroline. She wanted this woman to know what she wanted.

Oh no...she was gorgeous.

Caroline wasn't surprised. All the women who wrestled in this promotion were supernaturally beautiful,  
but it did make her base impulses that much harder to ignore. She was still resolute in her conviction, but the music alone that played as Zulime started down the ramp was enough to calm her emotions and warm her up a little. It was sultry but classy, the kind that made Caroline want to dance, her body lightly swaying to the tune as her opponent got closer.

The audience must have been impressed as well, because the mood in the auditorium turned as Zulime worked the crowd. She didn't seem fazed by the change in match type, sporting a mischievous grin as she flirted with the fans that lined the ramp. There was no doubt in Carol's mind that Zulime was going to be the crowd favorite of this match, and that in itself was okay by her.

The Cajun's surprisingly warm greeting as she entered the ring succeeded in drawing a small smile from her opponent. Caroline wasn't feeling too angry anymore, but that didn't mean she would give this woman what she wanted. She reacted like the midwestern country girl that she was when Zulime gestured at the bed, blushing and casting her glance down ever so slightly as the crowd egged them both on. Their body language was legible to some of the spectators, and the sexual tension, while not satisfying, was at least intriguing to them. Caroline decided to play into it, visibly shaking her head in a show of innocent denial. Putting on a performance, trying to hide the genuine lust boiling inside her.

“I, uh...don't give myself to women that I only just met. Come get to know me first. It'll be like a date,” Caroline said, attepmting to stay playful in her taunting as she got into a grappling stance, waiting for the bell that would start their dance.

Zulime decided to take up a position leaning against the ropes. Her arms hugged the top rope, extending wide in both directions. The Riverboat Queen was not a large girl by any stretch of the imagination, but with her arms opening up and her voluptuous body on display, she fell thirty feet tall. Let alone with this sweet little thing acting all shy out of nowhere. She chuckled a little bit to herself as Caroline acted innocent. This woman, cute as she was, surely must have known where she was. What the night was supposed to be about.

Zulime pushed herself off of the ropes with great flourish, letting the jiggly parts of her body go this way and that as she walked slowly at Caroline. Coming on fast would spook the girl, and that was not what Zulime wanted to do. She moved forward with the purpose and subtle grace of a tiger stalking its prey, letting her wide hips sway as she moved. "Well wouldn't I be so lucky to make my acquaintance with a woman such as yourself." Zulime was pouring her accent on thick, letting the Cajun drawl seep out of the Louisiana swamp it had come from. "And I would be downright delighted to have a date with a woman such as yourself..."

They were nearly upon each other now. Zulime could see every pore in Caroline's face. It was a damn shame that there was not going to be a hentai match tonight. This woman's schoolgirl charm was undeniable, and those blue eyes were the size of the moon. Zulime knew her body better than she had ever known anything. So when her large chest brushed up against Caroline's, it was intentional. Now it was up to the blonde to figure that out.

If she could, she would bring her hand under Caroline's chin, and lean forward to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Bon chance..." she would whisper to the blonde before backing up and waving to the ref girl. She was ready. The night would not end the way that she wanted it to, but perhaps she could reach that particular destination nonetheless.

Zulime ended up being more receptive of Caroline's coy behavior than she could have hoped for, quickly getting on board with the romantic dramatization. Her flirting as she started moving toward Caroline came across as perfectly genuine, to an extent where Caroline wondered if it was an exceptional act or a sincere effort to make her swoon. Whatever the intention was, Caroline's heart started to race as Zulime tickled her ears with that sultry accent. She didn't have Zulime pegged as the kind of woman that would dream of pulling a cheap shot before the match started, so Caroline didn't back away from her, even as she got too close for comfort.

Caroline met her eyes, mustering the willpower not to stare right down at Zulime's chest as it bumped gingerly against hers. For the first time in her life, Caroline was self-conscious about her small bust size. Nothing about her was underdeveloped, but Zulime was so well-endowed that Caroline couldn't help reading the chest contact as an arousing power move on her part. Frozen in place by the hazel eyes of her opponent, Caroline wouldn't stop Zulime from capturing her chin and bringing her head forward, surprising her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, and wishing her luck!

“Oh...well, t-thank you, ma'am,” Caroline whispered as Zulime backed away, blushing as a shiver worked its way up her spine. She was starting to realize just how weak she was for the affection of another woman, especially a charmer like this one. Her own fault for being too timid to explore her feelings, and now she was in the ring with someone that could probably bring her to her knees with that pent up lust if she was given the chance. Caroline didn't want to let that happen, which meant she had to stay on top of this match however she could!

Struggling to regain her composure, Caroline shook her head from side to side, her large pigtails whipping through the air. When she heard the chime of the bell, she started circling her opponent, almost skipping, staying light on her feet. As she drew closer to Zulime, Caroline held up her arms to offer a lockup, but what she really wanted was the excuse to get close. Just as they were entangling their arms, Caroline tried to grab one of Zulime's wrists, pulling her in with one arm as her other swung upward to clobber Zulime's chin with a European uppercut!

Zulime liked having that sort of effect on women. Well, people in general, but she always preferred the company of the fairer sex to men. Her opponent for the evening appeared to be altogether taken by Zulime, which Zulime could not help but laugh at. Once she learned that the match was not going to be a hentai one, she stowed her charms. There was no point in calling upon the loa for something as mundane as a regular match. No, the shivering was caused by Zulime and Zulime alone. Shame, really, that this was not going to be a hentai match because Zulime had a suspicion that it would have been over in terribly short order.

The Riverboat Queen nodded as Caroline thanked her. That was polite. A woman such as Zulime knew how to appreciate that, because she had been molded in a society where appearance was everything. She watched Caroline's pigtails bounced and cursed the fact that this was not going to end with someone's orgasm. This Caroline was quite cute, and Zulime wanted a crack at her. Her eyes narrowed. There was still room for that, she suppposed. The Cajun woman would just have to be quite selective with her opportunities.

The bell rung. All the earlier disappointment of the evening was going to have to fade into the background, as now there was a fight to win. Caroline seemed nothing short of bouncy, moving in a circle around the Riverboat Queen. Zulime kept moving, but her movements were a little bit more subtle. Her bare feet touched down slowly, and her body turned. Never did her brown eyes waver from her opponent. Zulime eyed her opponent with a studied sense of insouciance. The Riverboat Queen did not want to show that her opponent's actions could have any effect on her. She wanted to show the world that she was always in control.

So as her opponent approached, she brought her hands up. Zulime was a strong woman, and would gladly accept any lock up she could. She reached out only to be hit hard and fast with an uppercut to the jaw. The unflappable Zulime was starting to feel as if she had been flapped pretty dang hard, as she reeled back and held her jaw. Surprise was written all over Zulime's face as it took a second to find her feet.

After a second, Zulime found her stance, and brought her hands up ready to defend herself. The look she had adopted earlier came back, but now there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes.

Caroline's opening shot threw Zulime off balance. It would only take her a second to regain her composure, but that was enough of a chance for Caroline to press her attack in the hope of hitting her before she could raise her guard again!

Taking a running start at the muscular beauty, Caroline dove down and wrapped her arms tight around the Riverboat Queen's shapely waist, hitting her with a tackle that she hoped would take Zulime off of her feet. Caroline's desire to establish control in this match had turned her into a proper dynamo, and if she managed to lay Zulime out on the canvas, her grip would quickly shift from her waist to one of her legs.

Picking her leg up, Caroline stood for the brief moment that it took to step over the captured limb, so that she could bend Zulime's calf over her outstretched thigh and start twisting her ankle with a stepover toe hold. Trying to take some of the spring out of her step as early as possible!

Zulime would not be granted even a moment's reprieve. Her hands were up and her stance was wide, but a hurricane was barreling towards her and no laws of man nor god would stop Caroline. The Riverboat Queen leaned forward slightly to brace herself for Caroline's charge, but she was starting to think that there was very little that she could do given the situation. Initially, she withstood the charge with fancy footwork and a little bit of mad hopping managed to keep her upright for a little while, but her leg was gone and Zulime came crashing down to the mat in short order.

In the fray, Zulime was scrambling to put together a defense but Caroline was scrambling better as she quickly transitioned from Zulime's hips to her feet. Before Zulime could get away from the midwesterner Caroline had grabbed her leg and was now twisting it in a painful manner. The Riverboat Queen howled in pain and clenched her fists, doing what she could to deal with her pain in the only way that she knew how.

It wasn't completely hopeless, however. Zulime was strong, and she was going to use her immense sense to start pushing them to the ropes. Sure, there was going to be a little bit of pain, especially at first. But a rope break would see an end to that, and with many things it got worse before it got better. So the Cajun girl dug in as best she could and made a brave attempt to drag them as far as she could...

Getting to the ropes would not prove to be difficult for Zulime to accomplish. The stepover toehold was a quick, simple submission that almost didn't deserve to be classed as such. It was a wrestling ice-breaker, a quick but less effective move to start working the opponent's leg. It left Zulime with a lot of leverage to start pulling them toward the ropes, so after being forced to waddle forward a couple times in her crouched position, Caroline decided to change her tactics as the two got close to the ropes.

Letting go of Zulime's leg, Caroline stepped over her so that she was standing right above the woman, staring down, making brief eye contact before her gaze coasted over the woman's toned stomach. Grasping the ropes just in front of her, Caroline jumped on the lowest one and used the tension in the ropes to get some extra lift as she jumped into the air, stretching her legs out as she descended in an effort to drop her keister right on top of Zulime's midsection!

In her mind, Caroline was hoping that this move would accomplish more than knocking the air out of Zulime's lungs. Watching a bright-eyed schoolgirl cannonball onto the belly of a beautiful jazz musician sounded like an entertaining sight for the crowd, especially if she followed it up by flashing them a smile as she shook her hips from side to side, rubbing her butt all over her opponent before she got up!

Normally the country girl wouldn't have messed around by attempting to play to the audience so blatantly, but this match had been booked as a hentai affair, and the loss of that raunchy crowd-pleasing could hurt the whole show if Caroline didn't try to fill the void with something else. She didn't need to sell sex to get the crowd's hearts racing, and she felt like she could send them home happy if she could match Zulime's sultry appeal with her comparatively innocent and playful antics.

The progress was slow and grinding, but it was there. Inch by precious inch she fought to get them closer to the ropes, and every little centimeter felt like a kilometer. The hold was not the most complicated nor the most painful of all submission moves, but it had a brutal effectiveness that she could not deny. A trickle of sweat wormed its way down the side of her face. As much as she hated to admit that anything was difficult, she would have had no qualms admitting that this was quite hard. But all of that was going to be in just a second, when she finally made her way to the quiet salvation of the ropes.

Then something quite odd happened. At the point where the music stopped, Zulime was still a small distance from the ropes. Given the course of the previous fifteen seconds, it was all but an inevitability that the Riverboat Queen would find her mercy, but she had not reached it quite yet. Zulime looked up to find the lights darkening above her. Caroline was making her move. The Cajun girl did not know what was coming, as the quizzical look on her face attested to. Usually, it was Zulime pulling the rabbit out of the hat with some surprise attack from an odd angle. But now, Caroline was the one throwing her a curve. The brief eye contact did cause some pause.

And what happened next caused no pause at all. Caroline was not nearly as thick as Zulime, but any amount of mass coming straight down was bound to hurt. Caroline's butt slammed into her stomach, causing Zulime's eyes to go wide and ripping all of the air from her lungs in one fell swoop. Zulime was not some street urchin who came up tough, but she did have a certain resilience to her. And one slam, surprising and sharp as it was, had a very small likelihood of truly pissing her off.

No, Caroline's next action did that. The Riverboat Queen was forced to be a stripper pole as Caroline gyrated on top of her. Zulime's indignation was written all over her face. The Riverboat Queen would not let it go on for long, as she moved to shove Caroline off of her in one strong and fluid motion. No, if anyone was going to be doing that sort of thing, it was going to be her. And it was really starting to dawn on Zulime that she was going to have to show that to this little country bumpkin in a powerful way.