Eiruferu/Auphemia VS Ryu/Ataru - Winners take a prisoner! (complete)

Ironman/women tag team match with hentai allowed. The team performing the higher number of KOs and hentai submissions within 1 hour of uninterrupted match will be declared winner. Special rules: 1) KO pinfalls and hentai count everywhere 2) "Choose Your Pow" rule: the winning team get to choose one of the members of the losing team as their prisoner.

A valet knocked to the door of the changing room to advice the Toranami cousins that their match would start in 2 minute now, warning them to get ready as they would enter first.

"Yess! It was about time! Let's show these busty ladies that Tension boys are not their playthings. Let's win and rehabilitate male wrestlers!". Indeed, Ryu was feeling just a bit nervous but overall excited.
In part, he was seeking revenge for the sensually humiliating treatment suffered by Ataru, and he wanted to avenge Andy's one-sided loss suffered at the hands (and curves) of Eiruferu too. But the main reason for Ryu's eagerness (and nervousness) was the idea of facing Eiruferu and Auphemia themselves: they both had proved to be very strong wrestlers in their debut matches (though in their quite peculiar, and embarrassing fighting style), and now the handsome redhead got the chance to measure his skills with those of such formidable opponents.

Ryu:

For his part, Ataru's mixed feelings had a different blend than Ryu's: Of course, the black-haired boy was looking forward to rehabilitate from his crushing demise under Auphemia's 'big titty martial arts'... (and under her big titties period, after all). But for the most part he felt nervous about it, having tasted the bosomy power of Auphemia's style already. And her tag team partner for tonight... for a former champ such as Andy to be dominated so one-sidedly, the Busty Queen was surely going to be  an equally dangerous opponent.
"S-Sure alright... just let's not understimate them... ok? 0///0", Ataru would  respond, flustered concern evidently detected in his voice as he warned his energetic cousin and tag team partner.

Ataru:

Springing out of the ramp, the young boys were welcomed by louder cheers from the crowd... and more naughty catcalls from the female audience than usual... like if the fans were overly excited, expecting some very special show tonight. And sure thing, the rules promised fireworks for the incaming event, an ironman match made more spicy with hentai moves, and raising the stakes with the perspective for one of the losing wrestlers to see their companion taken away as a prisoner, a trophy to the winning team!

Once they were standing in the middle of the ring, the young males tossed their shirts apart showing off that slim but toned built that the female audience at Tension seemed to loudly appreciate as usual. Curiously, the referee was not there yet, but the boys would not pay much attention to it.
Twitching with every slight stretching movement they did, the boys' firm glistening muscles revelead that Ryu and Ataru had been definitely worked out in preparation of this match. Whether it was going to make any difference tonight or not, it was yet to be seen, as the spotlights turned to the ramp and the crowd got louder, ready to welcome the female team.

As the ramp lit up, the expected female duo was left to wait a little bit longer, as instead the special referee for the night was to make their way down to the ring first. And it would come as a surprise as Sejna, Auphemia’s head maid, was walking down, wearing a maid uniform, although unlike her usual pink it was entertainly designed with black and white stripes to look like a ref’s uniform.

Sejna:

Upon her introduction, the head maid did little more than acknowledge the boy’s, bowing once before entering the ring and standing at one of the sides before the true participants were announced.

Auphemia and Eiruferu:

With their introduction in toll, the two bosomy beauties made their way to the ring with elegance, simple giving a wave here and there to the crowd as they did. When they reached there, both went up on opposite sides of their corner, going through the ropes to show off their curves before entering the ring.

“Well well, didn’t expect to see you in the ring again so soon Ataru.” Auphemia smiled as she placed a hand on her hip. “I guess you didn’t quite get enough last time. But don’t worry, we’ll be sure to have fun here as well.” She then looked to Ryu, winking once as she did. “And you must be his cousin I’ve heard about, Ryuke correct?”

As Auphemia was talking casually, Eiruferu simply looked over to Sejna, giving the maid a genuine smile. “I apologize for you being chosen to referee this. It isn’t a match that quite finds one a necessity.”

“It is my pleasure, Lady Eiruferu.” The maid responded back, bowing before looking to the boy’s. “I assume you’re aware of the rules that come with this match? If so, pick your first contender and prepare for the beginning.”

Ryu and Ataru blinked with puzzled faces as a curvy beauty approached the ring, her bosom bouncing with every step she took in that strange skimpy maid-referee outfit with vertical black-white stripes.
It didn't take long for Ataru to recognize the lovely features... and hefty assets of Sejna. So, no one less than Auphemia's head maid was going to ref in their match. Not a reassuring starting of events indeed.

But Sejna's bouncing appearance was only the appetizer for what would come next, as the female team made their appearance, saluted by a huge collective roar from the crowd, confirming how many fans they had conquered with their amazing debut matches. And looking at them, Ryu cold tell why: their confident striding to the ring was a sight to behold itself, with the sligt extra-sway added to their walk having their mind-numbing curves bouncing and swinging in seductive accord.

The busty lady and the bosomy royalty both looked stunning in their wrestling oufits, which were fine pieces of tailoring themself, most certainly studied to emphasize their amazing womanly assets: the extra short frilly skirts complimented their curvy hips; the shamelessly revealing tops showed yards of creamy cleavage, flaunting their best "lethal weapons" of course; but there were mesmerizing treats for the leg men as well, with the silken-like smoothness of those stockings hugging their shapely legs up to mid-thigh, showing enough bare skin to tease opponents and fans along.

The Toranami boys were greeted by the always playful Auphemia, and they tried to respond keeping as much of their coolness as they could.
"Ryuke Toranami, to serve you, but everybody just call me Ryu. Pleased to meet you. Unfortunately, we are not planning this match to be much fun for you girls. Not this time., Ryu stretched out his hand for a polite handshake, keeping the most unfazed face he could in spite of Auphemia's stunning beauty... and the non-stopping wobbling of her bosom with each breath she took (to which Ryu carefully avoided to stare, not without effort).

Ataru was unable to keep the same resolute act as his cousin of course, not after what Auphemia and her maids had recently done to him and Okami. So he tried his best to back up Ryu's confidence, but in a visibly timid manner.
"Heh y-yea I didn't expect a rematch this soon myself... but we trained for this so I expect to be a better opponent this time 0///0", the younger Toranami said as if apologizing for his lame performance in their first match, a cute blush rising to his cheeks.

As for Eiruferu, she had not even bothered talking directly to the male team, rather having a little pre-match chat with Senja.
Her Majesty won't mingle with male peasants huh?, Ryu would think, raising an eyebrow at the stern-looking, yet somewhat relaxed beauty as her glimmering eyes turned from the maid to the handsome boys.
Her gaze was a bit unsettling, showing some kind of perked up interest towards them, but not the kind you'd expect looking at another person. It was more like if she was picking her next pair of shoes.

“Well, I suppose that’s the point of matches such as this.” Auphemia responded, smiling as she shook Ryu’s hand. “But I guess we’ll just have to see who picks up the advantage first and where it goes from there. I’m sure either way everyone here will leave satisfied.”

Eiruferu however simply looked to the boys, not saying much to start as she stared at the two. Considering the fact her previous opponent was a former champion, it didn’t stand to reason much that these two could be much better. On the other hand, they may simply not have the time in the league as Andy had. But given Ataru’s disastrous match against Auphemia, she can’t imagine that being the case.

“You may have the first go Auphemia.” The busty Queen would say, going back to their corner and remaining on the side of the ring. “I would like to observe one of the “opponents” before coming to a conclusion on how this will go.”

“Well, I certainly have no problem with that.” Auphemia would say, smirking to the boy’s. “So, who will want to dance with me first?”

Listening intently to Auphemia's words, Ryu could tell how perfectly at ease the busty lady was there. Fully confident of her strenght and skills, totally proud of her seductive curves as she kept subtley flaunting them at the flustered opponents.
Well, it was to be expected of course, considering how she had ragdolled Ataru (and Okami) throughout all her dubut match. Eiruferu seemed equally confident herself, though showing it in a different way as she blatantly showed disinterest in her opponents.

"A-Alright then, I'll go first... 0///0", Ataru would mumble hinting at a step forward, but Ryu put a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him, as the younger Toranami was trying to show a brave face there, but he was obviously still intimidated by the playfully dominant woman who had ruled his world on the ring for an endless hour.

"Stay back for now and observe the match Ataru. Try to gauge their strenghts and weaknesses, and stay ready in case we need quick tags, like we have trained this last week. Ok?", Ryu would say before taking the center of the ring to face the beautiful, dangerous Auphemia.

Reassured by Ryu's firm directions, Ataru would nod energetically and get to the boys team corner. Meanwhile, Ryu would take a relaxed stance, not wanting to start his match with a reckless bullcharge that would most likely lead him into a trap.

"Alright then, this dance is for me and you Mylady Auphemia", Ryu stated like a nice gentleman waiting for the bell to ring, and for Auphemia to make the first move. Once she did, the boy's plan was to step aside from her attack and grapple her into a standing headlock.

“Well then, I’ll be sure not to disappoint you with our first dance then Ryu.” Auphemia would smirk, seeing the boy step up to the challenge that she was. After a few seconds the bell would ring, and Auphemia would be quick into action. As she could tell that he was remaining back, she knew he would attempt to either counter or try to gauge her abilities. So right off the bat she would move in aggressive.

Going forward, the mistress would start off with a heavy swing of her breasts, not so much trying to hit him but to see his reaction to such an attack. And as he would then attempt to move past and try to reach for her, the woman would quickly turn and attempt another breast swing, seeing if the blow would connect or if Ryu would manage to get his hold.

In preparation of this match, Ryu had tried to learn as much as he could about the busty opponents and especially this mysterious "titty martial arts" style. But dealing with Auphemia's sensually crushing bosom on the ring was an entirely different thing.

"W-Woah.. almost got me!", the handsome redhead would admit to himself as she came swinging with a swift starting assault, her bosom being so large he could barely dodge, even against a merely tentative attack.
Avoided the collision with her watermelon-sized boobs by an inch, Ryu went ahead with his plan but before he could grapple Auphemia into a headlock, his vision was filled with her huge-bouncy pair of breasts as she surprised him with a return-bosomy swing.

Bringing his right arm up to block, Ryu felt the heavy (yet heavenly at the touch) plumpness of Auphemia's breasts smoosh all over his bicep and shoulder, her soft flesh spilling past his defense to still partially hit the side of his face, sending Ryu staggering a couple steps backwards.

"Unghfff... damnedly soft but...heavy... 0///0", Ryu would mumble mostly to himself, his face flushing red from the shame of being easily pushed back by just a starting attack... and from a woman's breasts, nothing less!
Though, most of Auphemia's opponents would have fallen butt first into the mats at this point, dizzy from having got more than a faceful of her powerful breasts.
"O-Our ball has just only started... my turn to lead the dance!", Ryu would state with the best confident voice he could muster.

Realizing that half-assed moves would be pointless against such sexy strong beauty, the young male decided to use his big guns this early, lunging forward to try and grasp Auphemia's wrist. If he got there, Ryu would then pull the girl in and spring up from a crouched stance, aiming at delivering his "SHORYUKEN!" signature uppercut. "Hyaahh..!"
Normally, Ryu's special punch would lead to a double hit starting from opponents torso to end onto their chin. But considering Auphemia's super-busty figure, it would be likely intercepted (and maybe absorbed?) by her abundant underboob. With what results, it was yet to be seen... assuming that Ryu could make it to that part, that is.

It was entertaining for Auphemia to see the boy sluggishly recover after blocking g one of her bosomy blows. It was a sight she loved seeing from her opponents every time she fought, and Ryu would be no exception from this. And while he did remain on his feet, he showed a moment’s hesitation before going into his next attack, to which she allowed him to grab her wrist and plausibly follow through.

Hiweve, as he would bring his fist up, she’d swing her chest down to match his punch, attempting to block his attack with her enormous rack before then swinging them up for her own boob-uppercut against his chin. A heavy blow to be sure, but she was expecting a stubborn boy like Ryu to try and remain on his feet from receiving it.

Having successfully pulling Auphemia closer, Ryu tried to follow up with his signature uppercut as planned, but the busty lady was faster: her massive bosom bumped his punching hand down before he could strike, leaving him hopelessly open for her own demoralizing bosomy interpretation of an uppercut punch.

With a suggestive *BOOOINGG*!, Ryu's head was snapped upwards, rattling his brain and making him swoon as those enormous melons impacted his chin with the strenght of a heavyweight boxer punch, despite their undeniable softness.

"Unnghhh...!". Groaning in pain and deepe embarrassement, the handsome redhead somehow braced himsef and managed to stay on his feet, but definitely disoriented. For a moment, the curvy silhoutte and playfully smirking face of Auphemia blurred for his eyes, suggesting him to assume a defensive posture, and holding back from doing anything brave...and stupid. But that's exactly what Ryu did instead:
"N-nghh... g-good, but not enough to stop me... 0///0", the reeling boy would admit, quickly trying to shake his head clear before he'd briefly crouch and then spring forward, willing to grapple Auphemia into a bearhug instead of gaining time to recover.

"Oh no, Ryu, b-be careful...!", Ataru tried to warn Ryu, knowing too well the power of Auphemia's big titty fighting style, but his reckless cousin was lunging forward towards the ever-smiling busty opponent already.

“Well you don’t need to worry, because there will be plenty more where that came from.” Auphemia would promise, watching as the boy forgone the oppurtunity to recover in favor of attempting a bearhug. But as he would approach, Auphemia would attempt to get low to preform a more powerful boob uppercut, this time trying to stun him for a few extra seconds.

And if the blow would connect, the busty mistress would turn the boy’s own move against him, reaching forward and pulling him into a nice and tight bearhug. “So then Ryu, it looks like I’ve got you in my grasp.” She’d say, tightening her hold for a few seconds. And while the move would no doubt cause discomfort, that would easily be countered as Auphemia’s massive breasts pressed against the boy.