SS 19 Dark Match: Femke 'Golden' Brouwer vs. Bubbles Burste

Preceded by: SS 19 Opening Ceremony
Followed by: SS 19 Dark Match: Dark Star Chaos vs. Ari Ishii


Femke ‘Golden’ Brouwer
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VS.

Bubbles Burste


Match Type: Lust At Sea
Winning Condition: Match will take place on a yacht, specially outfitted for this match. Winner will decided by who scores the most pinfalls and submissions within the sixty minute time-limit.

Femke was almost upset by the fact that this match was going to be a part of a major PPV.

At this point, her rivalry with Bubbles was a very personal, intimate thing. Good-natured, of course, but something which Femke felt was between herself, her doppelganger, and their two scheming wives. When Darya first told her about the match they had arranged for Summer Splash, Femke was worried that all the pomp and circumstance, the interviews and the afterparties, would cause her to lose her laser-like focus on the big, buxom American.

But Darya was smart. So was Mariah, Bubbles's wife. They knew how driven the twin titanesses were to fight and fuck it out until only one of them was left standing, and they knew they needed an arena which offered no distractions. So it was a dark match, a pre-recorded match, which took place out in the middle of the ocean. Good so far—Femke would happily let a crowd see what she did to Bubbles so long as they didn't get in the way. No referee, not even Darya and Mariah there to cheer their wives on. While Femke was at first disappointed she wouldn't get to be Queen Bitch of a four-girl orgy just as soon as she finished Bubbles off, she was starting to get really excited by the fact that it was just herself and Bubbles. Woman to woman. Body to body. Combat and sex in their purest forms.

The battle would be taking place on a boat that was decked out with everything they could possibly need to settle their score, namely plenty of space to fight, in a big, open "ring" that had been created on the deck at the bow of the vessel, and plenty of space to fuck, in a plush, king-sized bed that dominated the captain's suite at the boat's stern. There was more, and maybe after Femke had polished off her win she would have Bubbles cook her dinner in the ship's galley, then feed her and fan her like a slave in the ancient Levant. Femke, giddy, rubbed her hands together and bit her lip. The thought was already making her wet.

The Dutch woman had been put in one below-deck cabin on the yacht and locked in by the crew as the boat was driven out to sea. They didn't want her and Bubbles to see each other until it was time to fight. Femke paced back and forth across the cabin like a caged lioness—and just as naked as one, to boot—until she felt the boat's motor die. She stood at the door, waiting, waiting...until finally she heard a click, and the muffled voice of the boat's captain: "Just give us sixty seconds, please, Miss Golden. Then we will be gone and you and Miss Bubbles will have the boat to yourselves."

Sixty seconds. Almost an eternity.

And Femke was already soaking wet with anticipation.

Bubbles Burst was known for many things. Her size, her strength, holding the North American record for most orgasms ever achieved in a wrestling ring.

Patience, however, was not one of those things she would be known for. Ever.

Oh, she understood the reasoning for why they locked her in a cabin while they drove this boat out to see. She was hot, she was bothered, and with all the promises Mariah made and all the anticipation that had been built up, the mere sight of Femke would’ve sent her into a fucking frenzy - she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself from throwing down, right then and there, anymore than two magnets can choose to not be attracted to each other. It was just science. Without barriers, she and Femke would be all over each other.

So that made sense. But she didn’t like it. They’d made sure to keep her comfortable, putting her in a nice little air-conditioned room, leather seats, a few bottles of ice water, some snacks, but it was a small comfort. She was a tiger in a cage and it was feeding time. Maybe she could kick down the door? She leaned over, squinted, took a long look at it - seemed like mahogany, with one of those iron security locks, sturdy as hell. Not happening. Mariah and Darya, thinking of everything.

”Mrs. Burste?” The captain’s voice blared over the intercom. ”Fifty more seconds. You’ll hear the bell, the door will unlock, and you’ll be ready to go.”

Bubbles let out a long groan and popped to her feet, shaking out her arms to get in some last minute stretching, easy to do with her current attire. It was hot outside, so she’d opted to go skimpy, putting on a blazing blue bikini, one that clung tight to her skin. The g-string was firmly wedged between her cheeks, and the top was mesh, a see-through that left nothing to the imagination.

In truth, she could’ve just gone naked. Mariah told her as much. But she wanted to give Femke something to rip off - it would only spur her on that much more. Speaking of which, if the internal counting that Bubbles had been doing held true, they were about to kick this of in...

”Here.”

3…

”We.”

2…

”Go.”

1...

Ding-ding


Femke was far too busy imagining what she was going to do to Bubbles to count the seconds correctly. She tried, but when she reached sixty and viciously jiggled the door knob, it still refused to open. She backed up, bared her teeth, sucked in a breath, then tried again, still no luck.

"Come on!" she growled, and finally, as if the door was cowering in fear of the giant European wrestler, she heard the soft click which meant that the door was finally unlocked. The nude woman immediately grabbed the knob and threw the door open, doing so with such force that it smacked into the corridor wall and left a noticeable dent in the wood paneling. She ran out, head tilted up, nostrils flaring, as if she was actually scenting her opponent. She thought about the layout of the boat. Bubbles had to have been kept below deck, too, in another locked room. There were two main below-decks hallways on the yacht, and assuming Bubbles was starting in the other one, the shortest path to reach her was...

Up towards the bow of the ship, and through the wrestling ring set up there. Convenient. Femke would stomp in that direction, moving incredibly quickly for a woman of her size.

She practically leapt up the stairs and into the early afternoon sunlight, rushing into the ring, hoping Bubbles was not going to keep her waiting for too much longer!

There was no overselling how fast Bubbles moved through that door the second she heard the door click. She came bounding out, nearly slipping from her own momentum, breathing hot and hard, only to find herself looking at…

Nothing.

She’d been expecting Femke to just be standing there, though, in hindsight? Yes, that was a wee bit silly. But it wasn’t like she would be hard to find. She was a giantess, and this boat was only so big. In fact, Bubbles was sure that she could hone in on her position right away. She closed her eyes and listened to the world around her, taking in every sound.

The waves lapping against the boat’s hull.

The distant cry of a seagull, finding its next meal.

The heavy pounding of what could’ve easily been mistaken for a rampaging rhino’s footsteps.

Yup, there she was.

Bubbles followed the noise and rushed up to the ring, just in time to find herself staring at her mirror image in the side. Magnificent as always, her tanned skin glistened in the beating sun, a shimmering image that Bubbles could’ve picked up from miles away. So beautiful. So majestic.

Bubbles was going to fuck every inch of that body. ”Let’s go!”

Bubbles leaped over the top rope and came bounding towards Femke at top speed, moving as fast her legs could carry her. She didn’t have a plan, really - she just wanted their bodies touching and she wanted it right now, eager to throw her entire weight into her greatest friend and deadliest rival. She’d expect nothing less in return.

Bubbles did not keep Femke waiting for too long—Femke was only half-crazy with lust by the time her mirror image, differentiated only by a slightly shorter head of hair, showed herself in that wrestling ring. As soon as she did, Femke let a big, predatory grin spread across her face.

"Let's do it!" she called back, as she stomped forward, picking up speed quickly, barreling forward into what became a full sprint—slamming head-on into Bubbles, the impact enough to shake the ship slightly as their bodies finally collided again, tits acting like air bags, squashing flat against each other and pushing out to all sides as they battled for space and ended up compressing almost totally evenly. The only thing ruining it was that damn top that Bubbles was wearing!

On some level, Femke got it. It was something for her to pull on, to tear off of that gorgeous, tanned body. Bubbles really had chosen it to make Femke happy, and that touched the Dutchwoman's heart.

But right now she just wanted total body to body contact, and that fabric in between them was driving her crazy, bringing her lust level up to even more ridiculous extremes! As they shoved into each other, Femke's feet still pumping against the mat-covered deck, she would bring her hands around to Bubbles's ass, grab onto the G-string where it strung around her hips, and yank upwards with her freakish strength, intending to start ripping her rival's attire apart so she would soon be naked and ready for some real fuckfighting! "Time to get you fucking NAKED, Bubbles!"

From port side to starboard, the two titanesses locked eyes, their gazes burning into each other as their bodies hurtled forward. Everyone moment apart was agonizing and there wasn’t a single flicker of hesitation as they flung themselves forward at a breathless pace.

Somewhere, far in the distance, Bubbles swore she could’ve heard a Latin chorus chanting.

The two of them struck hard, the only way they knew how, with an impact that would’ve broken lesser woman, and found themselves in the usual stalemate. That was the beautiful thing about Femke - with other opponents, Bubbles had to hold back in situations like this, rarely had someone who could take her best. Here, however, was a woman who could withstand everything she threw and give it back just as hard. A true chance to test her mettle.

She was sure that Femke felt the same way, though the two of them weren’t quite equal at the moment, not yet - Bubbles had come overdressed for the occasion, and her clone seemed intent on changing that. Rough hands grasped at her g-string, tearing it apart with ease and making Bubbles glad she’d gone with the cheaper brand instead of the more ornate, expensive garments she often wore for Mariah. This one was disposable, and Femke quickly disposed of it.

But it was an action that did little to hurt Bubbles. If anything it gave her an opening, and one she was happy to use. ”You gotta work for it, Femke!” Before her foe could answer - if she was going to at all - Bubbles jerked her head forward, looking to smack her skull with Femke’s for a vicious headbutt. A good way to make some space between them.

Femke, like Bubbles, loved how she could just let loose with her doppelganger. She knew that the effort she exerted upon Bubbles in their first match would have been enough to literally kill lesser women three times over. Between the two of them, it was just good, clean, brutal fun.

And Femke was going to have fun ripping that bikini off of Bubbles. It was really considerate of the other tan woman, when Femke thought about it. One didn't just leave Christmas presents laying around unwrapped, after all. Femke only wished that she had had the same forethought as her friend. This was one among many reasons why Femke had to marvel at Bubbles's intelligence almost as much as her body.

Femke gave Bubbles a mighty wedgie which would only last for a second or two before the G-string tore away. That made Femke feel good, but it did leave her open for Bubbles's headbutt, and she grunted as she felt that thick skull smack into her face, her vision briefly blurring as she took a step backward, throwing what remained of the G-string away in the process! She had been somewhat careless there...

"I'll work you over good, Bubbles!" she insisted. before lunging low at her rival, trying to smash her shoulder hard into the American's abs!

The sound of two coconuts colliding filled the sea air as Bubbles brought their skulls cracking together - full power, full speed, full impact. The result was an immediate and painful one, as her vision turned into a cloudy haze and her ears were left ringing - it probably would’ve been more pleasant ramming her head against an actual brick wall.

When Bubbles came back to reality, she noticed she’d grown a lot more naked in the past few seconds, and it wasn’t hard to figure out the culprit. She couldn’t help but have a chuckle as she watched her g-string get tossed away, its life cut short far too soon.

”Promises, promises!” She snapped back at Femke, responding in her hard Southern drawl. A taunt, but an empty one, if she were being honest - she knew better than anyone that this was a woman who didn’t make ideal threats.

Proving just that, Femke came in low and strong, running at Bubbles’ abs like a runaway freight train. The Virgin Killer had her arms up, expecting a test of strength, a faceoff like their first battle, but this was nothing of the kind - her opponent just plowed into her, and it was only a solid stance that kept her from being knocked clean over.

Even so, it was a struggle to remain upright, and Bubbles took that struggle all the way into the corner, hitting the pads as Femke plowed into her. Knowing this was not the place she wanted to be, Bubbles lashed her fingers, brought her fists together up high, and brought them down in a single swing, target Femke’s tonned, tanned back with a solid double axe handle.

Femke stumbled back, head ringing after that impact, once again marveling at what a thick skull her friend had. It was enough to keep her docile for about three seconds, but after that she started to emerge from the haze, and as soon as she did those horny and violent instincts took over and she charged forward, shoulder aimed low!

She managed to duck underneath Bubbles's arms when the American woman expected a test of strength. Femke hit Bubbles with the explosive force of an entire American football team's defensive line, driving her all the way back into a corner, just narrowly missing on knocking her down! It was a good start, and Femke would have pulled away and attacked again if Bubbles didn't bring that axe handle blow down on her back! Femke groaned as she bent her legs, nearly hitting the canvas with that mighty axe strike!

After a couple of seconds, in fact, she did hit the canvas on her knees. But it was, in part, a conscious decision. Because as soon as she was kneeling in front of Bubbles, Femke would lean in and bury her face in her doppelganger's crotch, opening her mouth and starting to munch away on that hot, wet sex! "Mmmmmmm!"