Bash at the Beach 2: Edward Sealgair vs Naomi Brock

Hardstyle Hentai Match:
Match Ends via Pinfall, Submission, KO, or Countout
Fighters must force opponent to orgasm before going for a pin/submission
Both Fighters are required to wrestling in swimsuits
Match takes place on a beach ring

Location: Miyazu Beach, Kyoto


Well...this was unexpected.

Recently, Tension GM Erica Fairchild purchased a strip of local Miyazu Beach in Kyoto, with the purpose of having special beach events and matches, to foster additional revenue for the company and more content for the growing AFW Network, and a chance to give newer stars an extra chance to get known. Still in a testing phase, the first event had been a small one, featuring mostly rookies from AFW's training division, and a special televised match between two newcomers to the league, Edward Sealgair and Dash Turner. It was a hard fought, exciting affair, with Dash getting the victory over Edward. Network views and TV ratings were good enough that it justified another small special. Outside the backstage area, down a ramp, was a wrestling ring, surrounded by warm sand on 3 sides, and the ocean tide on the fourth, with fans clamoring around behind guard rails to see the action.

To Edwards surprise though, it wasn't Dash, the tall, handsome, literal beach bum surfer that was invited back to the beach for the main event spot, but him, the short, cute, speedo clad guy who lost. It confused him, but hey, a match was a match.

As His theme music started playing, the teen finished wrapping his hand tape, adjusted his kneepads, and came out onto the ramp. Unlike his red attire from last time, this time around the teen opted to go for blue as his color, looking adorable in his blue speedo and pads.

Ed's hentai attire:

He came down the ramp, blushing and waving politely to the pretty bikini clad girls, and some of the cuter guys, that whistled and catcalled him, the young scotsman sliding under the ropes to enter the ring. He was, admittedly, nervous. He knew nothing of his opponent, except her name was Naomi, she only had one match before this, and that was a while ago. On top of that though...this was a hentai match. What's more...it was the boys first official hentai match in the league. He blushed as some girls in the crowd yelled at him to take his speedo off, offering an awkward wave. He, admittedly, wasn't the best at handling hentai attacks and the wiles of sexy half naked people when those wiles were being used against him. But still, he'd do his best.

Today, he'd be King of the Beach!

Resolute, determined, and hoping he'd have as much fun as he did the last time he was here, Edward climbed the turnbuckle, laying lazily across the ropes, arm propping up his blonde head, both trying to relax, stretch, and show off his cute small body at the same time as he awaited his opponent!

“Eh heh heh…um…are you guys sure this was all necessary?”

She had only gotten the call that morning. It had been months since she was in any kind of AFW wrestling match, ever since her strange debut to be exact. She had fought against the Rookie Killer King, and since then she had been scarcely seen around the buildings, only really visiting the gym on her off days. With all of her spare time, Naomi had gotten another job working for tips at a diner that was local around her home. She had also taken some acting lessons to try and further her goals of becoming an action hero, but she had yet to improve on her current acting abilities. When the AFW had called her and informed her that they wanted her to be an opponent in a match, it was hard to come up with a reason to say no.

She had been hesitant once she heard what kind of match it was, naturally. She had never done anything close to something like that before…and with someone she had just met? Thoughts of King and his perverse desires danced along Naomi’s mind as she recalled her debut. But, the officials promised her opponent would be nothing lie that monster. They even threw in those magic words she so desperately wanted to hear…

“We need your help.”

Now Naomi Brock sat in the changing room with a nervous smile on her face and her arms crossed across her chest. The AFW staff had descended on her the minute she stepped into the building, and if truth were to be told, Naomi was not used to receiving so much attention focused squarely on her. They had dragged her from station to station. From changing rooms, to hair dressers, to makeup stands. None of it stuck very well. The makeup smeared and smudged, the outfits they picked out didn’t fit or ripped, and Naomi’s hair was too well trained to its current style to be changed into anything else. She was a difficult task to doll her up, and many of the AFW employees had grown frustrated trying to work against Naomi’s body. It was all a bit much for the somewhat slow-witted woman.

“Uh…If it is alright…could I maybe just wear my own outfit?”

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Naomi had never decided on a theme in her debut match, but since she would need one for her return…she finally picked one she thought was rather fitting for her style.

The outfit was much like what she wore during normal matches, minus all of the military surplus and equipment. Her black bikini di an excellent job showing of her sculpted muscles and abs, while giving her more sensual features a highlight as well. The military woman decided to keep her gloves on, along with a garter belt. Her knees were protected by knee guards, but otherwise her body was completely bare. A fact she was painfully aware of.

Naomi's beach wear:

As her music blared over the speakers, she silently prayed that her opponent wasn’t a beast like King…and stepped out into view.

The first thing she did was look for her opponent, and she found him instantly. He was far, far from a disgusting brute like she had thought he might have been. In fact, he was actually rather cute! The small, Irish blonde boy simply leaned into the ropes. Totally relaxed, not appearing even slightly nervous for the fight ahead.

If someone like him could be so relaxed and cool headed in a situation like this, then so could she! After waving to a few of the audience members, Naomi finally made it to the beachside ring. After climbing in, she gave Ed a cheerful smirk and a wave, excited to see what type of opponent he would be.

“H-hiya…I’m Naomi…Naomi Brock…eh-umm…I hope…we can have a good…match…”

Big.

Very very big.

That was the first impression that Ed got of his opponent. The woman was HUGE. She easily dwarfed the 5''4 blonde, and was RIPPED as well. Strong muscles, abs, a rippling frame. The second impression he got, as she got closer...was she was beautiful. Stunningly so. Rather than look like some meathead, her body was also firm, athletic, her muscles working with her natural curves rather than against, and adorable face.

Plus, huge tits.

In short, she was an amazing sculpture of power, strength, and beauty all in one go. She was amazing...and he had to fight her.

...shit...

As she entered the ring, Ed hopped down from the ropes, gazing, completely wide eyed, both in awe of Naomi's attractiveness...and admittedly, fear of what she could do to him. One part of him, however, certainly seemed eager, a noticeable bulge already starting to form in his blue speedo.

Upon her friendly reply, Ed blushed a little, and waved back, the 19 year old offering a shy smile.

"....H...Hello..."

he squeaked out, his nerves making his voice come out tiny and high pitched, he cleared his throat before trying again.

"H-hi there lass. I'm Edward. Edward Sealgair. It's uh, nice to meet you. Let's uh...have a fun time, ya know? Is this your first...you know...hentai match? It is for me...you cool with the whole...you know...trying to make each other cum, thing?"

He blabbered, trying to distract himself from his nerves by absent-mindedly stretching, putting his small, slim, and toned body on display.

"I just mean, We both wanna win and all, but no reason we can't have fun, right? Just hope there's no, uh...hard feelings if I have to make you cum, right? And the same if you do me, cause that's the rules and all that and I mean, I'm sure it would be nice and um...I uh...well..."

The referee girl, clad in a black and white striped bikini, just shook her head and face palmed, actually breaking from her role to apparently support the little dweeb. "Miss Naomi, I believe what the shorty over there is trying to say, is that it's nice to meet you and he hopes that you can have a fun and friendly time today, and that you won't hold it against him if he tries to win and makes you cum in this match."

Blushing, embarrassed, Ed nodded in response, offering a thumbs up with one hand while rubbing the back of his blonde head with the other.

Ed seemed to be…somewhat charming…in a strange kind of way. Naomi was just happy that the young blonde at least seemed somewhat normal. As normal as one could be in the current situation, at least. He wasn’t being a creep, and he looked to be just as nervous as she was. The poor thing couldn’t even get a sentence out. The referee had to do it for him.

“Y-yeah! Sure. It would be weird to, you know…hold anything against each other in this type of…eh…match. I-I’m a bit new to this whole…eh, thing.”

Naomi tried to gauge what type of opponent she could be dealing with. Judging by his slim frame, and athletic build lead Naomi to believe that he was possibly a- HOLY GREAT WALL WHAT WAS THAT?!?!

Ed had a…he had something sticking out of his pants…protruding…The very sight of it made Naomi’s dark face turn a bright red! The thick-skulled woman never had so many thoughts race through her head all at once, making her feel totally overwhelmed as questions and answers spiraled in and out of her mind.

“Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh Sho should we mehbeh Star?”

Dear lord, why did she have to bite her tongue like this? At a time like this! She always did this at the worst times! This was her first match in forever, against what looked to be a genuinely nice guy…and this was how she presented herself?

“I’m just gonna head over too my corner…sorry….”

Edward blinked. Naomi had suddenly frozen up, turning red at something, then started stammering incoherently. At first, he glanced at the bikini clad referee girl, uncertain if the tall woman was perhaps having a stroke of some kind, when he saw the girls giggling, and followed Naomi's eyesight.

Ah. His hard on...now it was his turn to blush as Naomi went to her corner, but tried to put it out of his mind, stretching his legs and arms and making sure he was nice and limber. "Don't....don't worry about it...Let's just have fun alright? No pressure."

Finally, though, the ref girl gave the signal and the bell rang, the smaller fighter stepping out, arms up, cautiously watching Naomi, not nearly foolish enough to go for a lock up with the big woman, but curious as to what she would start with against him!

Thank god Ed took her sore tongue and crappy introduction in stride. Perhaps he had done this before? This was far from her comfort zone, and honestly her biggest fear was how obviously new she was to the entire thing! She always wanted to be an action hero, and had based almost her entire life goal to become one herself. Whenever the powerful, musclebound heroes from the movies entered an alien situation, they were prepared and ready for a fight! And yet it was all she could do to keep her feet from shaking!

She smacked her cheeks, focusing on how her favorite actor would take this situation. She breathed in, and out, in and out…

The bell rang, and Naomi focused her eyes on Ed. The small man approached her, cautiously watching her for any sudden movements from the titan power house.  Naomi stepped forward, stepping right up to Ed until they were practically face chest to chest. She peered down at him with a strong gaze, her mouth opening slowly…

“E-ed…Is it alright if we…er…held hands?”

The blush on her cheek and her sudden gaze averting from his own really showed off how inexperienced she was. But perhaps she was a better actress than she thought, because the whole thing was a ploy to get Ed to lock fingers with her. Should he actually hold her hand, she would toss him towards the closest rope, hoping to rebound him for a decent clothesline attack!

The bell rang, the two fighters met in the middle of the ring...and Ed's face immediately turned red again, as he was standing practically at eye level with Naomi's amazingly large, beautiful, barely covered bosom, much to the amusement of the crowd, who enjoyed a laugh at his expense.

Embarrassment turned to confusion however, as it appeared Naomi...wanted to hold his hand? Did she even know the name of his band? Wait, he didn't even have a band. Granted, he did sing though...but he somehow doubted the giantess in front of him was interested in songs of old Celtic mythology...

Shaking his head, he blinked at her and offered a gentle smile. "Uh, you mean lock up? Seems like you'd have the advantage, but I guess I cou-WOAH!"

...Ed fell for it. Oldest trick in the book, and the adorable amazon woman got him to fall for it. Damn it. Still, he was quick to recover, bouncing off the ropes and, as he rebounded, seeing the large woman swing her arm out at him, likely aiming for a clothesline. Taking advantage of his small size however, the blonde scotsman ducked his head low, his short body allowing her arm to pass harmlessly over his head as he went past her, hitting and rebounding off of the opposite ropes, gaining more speed and momentum from the second rebound, coming back and charging at her, bare feet leaving the mat as he jumped at her, sticking his shoulder out to try and hit her with a shoulder tackle!

...of course, if he was to actually hit said shoulder tackle, he would literally just bounce off of her thick strong body and fall back to the mat!

Naomi thought herself to be so clever! She had successfully tricked her foe into falling right into the path of her attacks! It was exactly like how those action heroes in movies did it! Using a trick that was only capable by them! If Ed was facing a guy, that trick couldn’t work! Even Naomi knew that! Her face was like that of a proud child, even as she threw her arm forward to smash Ed to the floor!

Only…Ed didn’t get smashed to the floor...Ed DISAPPEREAD!

Naomi stood stunned! She blinked once, tice, three times! But Ed still didn’t appear! Did she do that to him? She began to panic a bit as she lost track of her opponent, already dreading the scolding she would get for messing up again. Just as she was about to shout his name, she felt a hard nudge on her back, causing her to stumble a step. She looked over her shoulder, just in time to see Ed fall to the floor.

“ED! Thank goodness! I almost-! Ah, erm, I mean…you won’t get anywhere like that. My trainer said that I was the biggest muscle brains they ever had to deal with!”

Naomi stuck her chest out proudly, as though that were a compliment. Judging by how smart she came across, it was possible she thought it was. Before long, she would move to mount the young man, pinning his arms to the floor as her body hovered over his. She knew what had to come next…but that didn’t make it easier. Her face was a decent expression of sheer embarrassment as she looked at Ed’s eyes.

“O-okay! I’m…gonna…kiss you now…if that’s alright…”

The dim witted woman’s face began to lower down towards her foes face, her lips pursed and her eyes closed as she hoped that her kiss would find its mark!

That...was stupid. What possessed him to do that? Just go leaping right at the big muscular badass woman who has dozens of pounds of muscle on you. Such a smart decision. For a boy who was normally clever and quick witted in the ring, Ed was mentally slapping himself for thinking such a head on move would actually-what was she doing?

Ed's mental chastising of himself came to a stop as a shadow loomed over him, blinking up at the sexy, bikini clad giant who was now pinning his arms down, making him blush as she looked into his emerald eyes and declared her intent to kiss him, looking as awkward about it as he felt. Something about that, the awkwardness about her, her clearly seeming uncertain about the situation...was endearing. Granted, he had been tricked before though...but she seemed pretty genuine.

For the moment though, being pinned down by her far more powerful body, her bikini clad breasts pressing against his bare chest, he was pretty much stuck as she leaned her head down, intending to kiss him...and well...he didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything, so, rather than avoid it, he leaned his head up, meeting her halfway and pressing his own lips against hers, the match getting right to the sexy times as he made out with the giantess!

Ed had never asked to kiss a boy before. It was a nerve-wracking experience, one almost as bad as having stage fright in front of thousands of people! All Ed had to do was turn his head and say “No Thanks”, and he would have absolutely eviscerated her and her self-confidence! How would she even bounce back after that? How could she even focus on a battle all about sexuality if she knew her opponent thought of her as too gross to even kiss? Ed probably could have just won the fight right there!

But, thankfully he didn’t. He actually leaned up and kissed her. It was a strange sensation, one that gave Naomi butterflies in her stomach. His lips were soft and warm, and the crowd was already starting to get into the fight. Slowly Naomi began to explore what she had seen in her shows, opening her mouth slightly to get inside of Ed. She was new, that much was clear, but what she lacked in experience she more than made up for in sexuality, her breasts constantly pushing up against Ed’s chest, her abs occasionally grazing his crotch or thigh, and the forceful, yet secure way she held him in place without hurting him seemed to get a few members in the audience really going.

Naomi would experience what kissing had to offer, trying out various amount of tactics, even biting the blonde’s lip gently. In fact, she might have gotten too into her kissing, as one of her hand released Ed so she could stroke his hair, her fingers running through the gold threads with a warm touch as Naomi seemed to enjoy her first make out session.