Caught in an Avalanche: Bubbles Burste vs Hayasui Koridae

The moment Bubbles was off the ground, all of her weight balanced on the fulcrum Hayasui had made of her body, the raven-haired girl almost buckled, though she still managed to complete the throw. Whoever had said that all you needed was leverage had clearly not met Bubbles, or had to deal with that kind of weight difference. Either that, or the girl hadn't been expecting it herself.

Still, she had to keep going and she did. The martial artist's follow-up was swift and to the point, if a little flashy, Hayasui continuing the turn that had taken Bubbles off her feet and went over the tanned titan's head with a quick no-hands cartwheel before trying to bring her knees down onto her, trying to bury her knees in her opponent's belly. She wouldn't win this fight with a slugging match, but any solid hits she could connect would be progress all the same.

Bubbles was definitely not expecting that. She wasn’t expecting any of this, truth told.

Mariah had advertised this to her as an easy one off. While she liked going up against challenging opponents, she loved satisfying her dominating side, too, and Hayasui seemed like such a good choice for that. The Friction roster was filled to bursting with women like that, easy little targets she could tear apart and consume at her leisure. Just twenty minutes with some sexy kitten in the middle of the ring. One of life’s simpler pleasures.

But no, Hayasui had come to fight, and she was doing a pretty good job of it.

Bubbles had a toned, hard midsection, formed by decades in the gym, and it served her well, here, as her foe came down on her from above, crashing into her stomach with a meteora. Oh, it still sucked, just not as much as it would’ve otherwise.

Bubbles gasped at the impact and rolled around, cradling her stomach and sucking in her air. Not the best look, but the match was still young. Plenty of time to recover and bring it around.

Hayasui felt a rush as she landed knees first on Bubbles' midsection, her follow-up landing cleanly. It was soon put aside, however, when Bubbles started rolling around.

"Okay, whoever said size doesn't matter if you have leverage never met you," Hayasui remarked as she pushed off the titan, staying close as she weighed her options.

The close-call on buckling with that throw had put her off-center, even if it had still worked. The follow-up was still progress on it's own, but literally kicking the other woman while she was down would leave her over-extending. Also it wouldn't feel good. It might be too early to try for a submission, but whatever damage she could pile on certainly couldn't hurt.

Winded as she is, she wouldn't be able to power out of a hold immediately, right? And look at her back, wide open for a sleeper...

Deciding she might as well go for broke, Hayasui moved back in, the raven-haired girl going to the ground with the giant to try to wrap her legs around Bubbles' waist and an arm tight around her neck, trying to go for a quick rear naked sleeper, inadvertently pressing her chest right up against her opponent's back in the process.

So, no, this wasn’t the best start to a match Bubbles had ever had. Not quite as bad as that time Rockstar Rita sprayed her in the face with mace before a hardcore match, but it was definitely up there. Top 5. She’d rarely been in this bad of a position, and never against a woman who probably didn’t even have half of her body weight to work with.

Speedsters. Ugh.

She’d just started to get back to her feet when she heard the pitter-patter of little feet coming up from behind. Before she could react, slender arms went around her neck and lithe legs encircled her waist, clamping down tight, holding fast. A rear naked choke. Not a bad idea. It wouldn’t work on Bubbles for reasons she was about to make clear, A for effort.

Pushing up, Bubbles make her way up to her feet with Hayasui on her back, but she didn’t stay there for long. As soon as she was up high enough, she jumped up, kicked her legs out, and attempted to come down right on top of Hayasui, crushing her against the canvas.

To Hayasui's surprise, Bubbles managed to get up anyway, pushing herself up. Making a snap decision, the raven-haired girl cinched her choke in tighter, trying to sap the tanned titan's strength, maybe take some of the bite out of her counter. And then Bubbles went airborne, Hayasui's eyes widening with shocked realization.

I have made a terrible mistake.

"Oh no- GAH!" Hayasui managed to get her head out of the way from behind her opponent's, but that was about it. The impact flattened the smaller girl under Bubbles, knocking the air out of her as her legs jack-knifed up, her choke weakening to clumsy groping. Leveled by the blonde's counter, Hayasui lay there, dazed and breathless from the impact. Her only real solace was that she couldn't be pinned yet, though it was small comfort as she tried to suck in fresh air.

The audience winced. Mariah winced. Bubbles might have winced, too, if she were in a position to do so. The Virgin Killer weighed around 240 pounds on a good day, and precious little of that was fat. As a former bodybuilder, she spent hours in the gym every day, making sure her body stayed as close to its peak as possible. She was covered in solid, rippling muscles, an iron body that had precious little give.

And all of that rockhard weight came down right on Hayasui’s back. Had to suck.

Bubbles sucked in a good, long breath, recovering from all that choking, as she laid across Hayasui’s body like a blanket, completely covering her. There was really no reason to hurry, despite the strong way her opponent had started out. She was down now, and Bubbles was in control. The Virgin Killer had all the confidence in the world that things would be staying that way, barring a miracle.

She rolled over and moved to sit on her opponent’s lap, pinning her down the mat and starting a grind, rubbing her butt against her covered sex. ”Well, aren’t you feisty, hm?” She reached down and planted her palms on Hayasui’s budding breasts, giving them a tender squeeze. ”How’s about you and me get know each other a little better...”

It wasn't like Hayasui wasn't had slacked off on training either, toned, taut muscle poorly hidden beneath a thin layer of supple softness formed by cheat day snacks. She'd focused mostly on staying light and nimble, however, relying on her speed and technique to get the real damage done. Crushed under Bubbles, however, she could certainly see the merit of putting on a bit more weight. She could do it without losing much speed, too. Either way, she was sure she'd really be feeling that later. Even if the throbbing ache from the impact was already starting to fade behind the rush of a fight.

Groaning dazedly and drawing shallow breaths as Bubbles lay atop her, Hayasui wriggled under the blonde shortly before she eased herself up of her own accord. Before the raven-haired girl could follow suit, however, she found herself pinned under the tanned titan, a breathy little gasp escaping her lips as Bubbles started grinding against her, the contact sending sparks running up into her core. The hands keeping her down, palming her generous chest, hardly helped matters, sending teasing jolts running through her as she squeezed and groped, drawing more embarrassed noises from her as her face lit up with a bright blush.

"G-glad I could make an impression," she managed to get out, still trying to gasp for breath as she reached up to try to grab hold of Bubbles' arms, unsure where she'd go from there but unwilling to just lie back and take it so soon.

Bubbles took a moment to stop and catch her breath, glad that she finally had the opportunity. Hayasui had given her quite the run around there, showing off some impressive move, and while it hadn’t been the first time an opponent left her in the dust, she was struggling to think of any opponent who’d done it so soon, in such dominating fashion.

More than a little frustrating, but oh well, hardly mattered. She had her, now, and she wasn’t about to let her go anytime soon. Not if she could help it.

Hayasui, to her credit, fought the good fight, trying to push Bubbles’ hands away from her chest. It was a good try. It wouldn’t work, of course, but she had to appreciate the effort. ”What’s up, you want to get a little closer?” She chirped, with a devilish glint in her eye. ”Think I can manage that.”

Switching targets, Bubbles grabbed Hayasui’s head by the ears and pulled it up, forcing the rest of her body to follow in the process. She wrapped her thich arms around her opponent’s head and hugged her tight, trying to trap her face against her chest in an enveloping breast smother. A basic move, but one that she hoped would take all the heat out of this little firecracker, wear her down so they could get to know each other better.

Of course trying her strength against Bubbles wouldn't work, the opening had established that already. Still there was little else she could do for the moment aside from staring defiantly up at her captor. Bubbles was quick to fix that.

The grip the tanned titan had on Hayasui's ears hurt, that was for certain, but more than that it was embarrassing. Like Bubbles was disciplining her for staying out too late or something. The raven-haired girl's face burned hot with embarrassment even before she found herself buried in a hot, dark world of soft curves, the girl's yelp cut off as she was stuffed in.

Hayasui's muffled groans were the only thing that could be heard from within her warm prison, the martial artist struggling to find a way out, hands pushing and fists pounding against the blond's body, frantically at first, but her struggles soon died down as her embarrassment and mounting arousal caught up with her. The girl was starting to feel light-headed, part of her wanting out and part of her wanting to conserve her energy in the hopes that she might get an opening.

In a normal match, this would all be over, right here - Bubbles had her opponent down, was straddling her, and the rules didn’t obliged her to get off anytime soon. In theory, she could sit here and have her way with Hayasui, manipulate her, drive her wild. There was not a single thing to stop.

Nothing save for her own standards, anyway. But this match had special rules, and special rules warranted special approaches. Effective ones, too, if Hayasui’s reactions were anything to go by. Time to get to work.

With Hayasui still in her clutches, Bubbles rose up and stood, keeping up the smother as her weakening foe dangled in her grasp. She took a couple of steps to the side to get into position, then twisted about and opened her arms in the same motion, flinging her foe away and tossing her hard into the corner, hurling her about the ring. Rough treatment, but she intended to make up for it soon enough.