Bash at the Beach III: Edward Sealgaire vs Artemis Michelle Armstrong

Location Miyazu Beach, Kyoto
Match Type: Two out of Three Falls Hentai
Swimsuit Attire required




Back on Miyazu Beach, yet again, for the third time. Edward, in a way, wasn't entirely sure how to take that. The Celtic teen had taken his training seriously, as, he had shown more than once, the boy did have skills in the ring, despite his admitted weakness for lewd tactics.

Despite that, he found himself once again in a speedo, about to compete in another hentai match with another hot woman...clearly somebody backstage liked seeing him naked and humiliated it seemed.

But, at the same time, he honestly didn't think he could be mad at that. He was still getting matches, starting to get a little popular, and of course, the sheer pleasure of the matches themselves. He was even starting to get better at the hentai stuff itself, bit by bit.

Yes, as his music played, the celtic flutes signaling his arrival, and he stepped out onto the warm sand, clad in nothing but a blue speedo, feeling the sun on his skin, sand between his toes, smelling the ocean surf, seeing the sun shining down on a bright sandy beach, a large crowd of scantily clad fans behind the barricade, surrounding the ring that sat between the dry sand and where the tide came in.

Nah...he couldn't be mad at this.

It was funny really, though he wasn't all that popular in Tension yet, his reputation for his hentai defeats greater than the one he was slowly gaining for his wrestling, here at the beach, he was getting a nice reception.

It made sense, he supposed. Since Tension started doing beach matches, he had been the most consistent fighter sent here, and he had become something of a regular at this beach, as he often joined Dash, his original opponent, in surfing here, after the man had taught him the basics. As a result, he was actually more popular here than he was in the Tension arena.

Enjoying the reception, Edward entered the ring, posing for the crowd before he hopped up onto the turnbuckle, laying down on it, crossing and resting his legs on one side of the ropes with his back and elbows on the other, the perfect pose of lounging at the beach as he waited to see what bikini clad beauty he would be paired up against today.

A day at the beach. Not exactly what Artemis had in mind when she decided to take a skip over the river to this tiny little place called Kyoto.

She never had much reason to come to Tension. The actress had cast the entirety of her lot into Friction and she was content to make the most of that as it may. There was a lot more publicity to garner in Tokyo than anywhere else and she’d established her name fairly well since her first outing onto the big Japanese stage. There was talent to rub shoulders with, a thriving brand name with its most popular stars and attractions all tucked under a nice little dome roof. For someone of Artemis’ co-profession, it was the one place on Earth she had to be.

Besides, she never got on all that well with men all. Professionally, that was. She did strictly action movies - aside from that one camp romance she made sure was dead and buried - so being in the limelight cast some issues. It was hard finding actors willing to cooperate, to be asked to pair up with a stunning young damsel in a breakout blockbuster and end up being the ones in distress didn’t often sink in well, even more so when said damsel had twice the muscle between the best of them.

From what she’d heard, though, the Tension folk didn’t seem to have a problem with that. Quite the opposite, if the last knot she was tying on her “attire” was anything to go by.

“What are your thoughts on promiscuity?” The agent finally broke the few minutes of silence between them. He looked over from his chair, peeking his eyes out over his sunglasses and away from the phone he'd been thumbing through.

“I'm from Hollywood, Rob.”

"Mm." He went back to his phone.

Artemis pulled at the straps close to her neck with her thumbs, making sure they were nice and snug. She eyeballed herself in the mirror and didn't say anything for a few moments. Then the realization hit her and she turned herself around.

"You're totally casting me in a porno right now, aren't you?"

"No."

"Yes."

Rob raised his hands defensively. "Just going through emails, seeing offers, thinking of what's out there. Don't worry that pretty little head."

Artemis felt her eyebrows scrunch together. She stepped behind him and leaned on his chair as she looked over his shoulder. "What offers? This match was scheduled, like, a day ago."

Rob held his phone up with a jostle. “News travels fast on the falcon’s wings, Art.” He scrolled through a couple more emails. “Anyway, just have fun out there. Edward Sealgaire doesn't look that tough considering the rest of the roster.”

“Sieg-what? Ain’t that German?”

“Scottish.”

The actress put a finger to her lip, muttering to herself under her breath. “Have I been with a Scot?”

The American shrugged her mighty shoulders before a crewman peeked his head out from the other side of the curtain, waving her on. Artemis threw her a thumbs up and went off with a knock of her knuckles to the back of Rob’s head. “Appreciate the kudos, but let ‘em down gently. I make my own fun.”

Theme:

Skies Out, Thighs Out:

The trumpets and rising tempo weren't far behind her decision. When she finally walked out, anyone could see how relaxed she was from the slow stride with hands at her hips and cool little smile traced along her lips. Exuding confidence and sultry coolness against her massive frame. It was only a few paces to the ring, but the Tension crowd had no problem getting their approval out in the air in those precious seconds. Between the sunshine and the ocean breeze, it was a pretty warm welcome all around.

She didn't take the steps, but opted to step up onto the ringside and pull down the top rope before swinging one leg over the top and stepping through, entering the ring like only someone her stature could. Her other leg came straight behind, completing her pose as she stood with her hands at her hips.

Her crystal eyes peered her opponent at the opposite end of the ring, lazing about on the ropes without a care in the world. First impressions? Not bad. On the leaner side with a nice ponytail going for him. Cute too. Points where it mattered. She strutted her way right over, one thick, lithe leg over the over in a slow forward gait. She stopped herself halfway between the ropes.

“You’re looking cozy.”

The first thing young Edward noticed, as he lounged on the ropes in his signature pose, was that his opponent was tall.

Very tall. Even taller than Naomi Brock somehow. The 5'5'' Edward was convinced that she was a full foot taller than him, making the short boy feel even smaller than he usually did against taller opponents.

The second thing he noticed was that, ironically just like the other giantess he had fought, she was absolutely beautiful. Captivatingly stunning. Her body was firm, with tight abs and toned legs...yet her skin looked smooth and Edward was willing to bet she was soft to the touch. Her face was gorgeous, framed by lovely blonde hair, a bright smile, and kind eyes.

Unlike the other giant woman he had defeated though, Artemis carried herself far different than the virgin Naomi had. The woman carried herself with an air of confidence and authority, clearly more sure of herself, her body, and her sexual ability than Naomi had, immediately telling Edward that this was going to be a more difficult fight than his last hentai match.

Blushing at her comment, the nearly nude teen slid off the turnbuckle, onto his bare feet, face blushing red as he realized he was near eye level with the woman's impressive breasts.

"H-hello. I'm Edward. Your...really, really beautiful...you uh...ready for a fun hentai match?" He stammered, trying to look confident and casual.

Artemis has a lot of fans. More than she’d expected to have when someone like her, so outside the typical ‘feminine’ look, splashed her way onto the Hollywood scene from rags to riches. People recognized her in public, signing autographs had become part and parcel of her daily life, even more so now that she was wrestling. Hell, she pretty much owed her entire career in Japan to the massive amount of blu-ray rebuys that only the most loyal fanbase she had west of California could manage.

So yeah, she noticed the blush on Edgar’s face. The wide eyes and the way he was practically transfixed at the sight of her. Artemis couldn’t say she’d been oggled quite like this before, but then again, she never had many chances to get out with this particular bikini. It was cute, and she had no problem with making her thoughts known on that.

The only reply that came from her lips was an upturned smirk. She stepped one foot in front of the other, taking one slow step, and then another. Her eyes never left his as she moved even closer into his space. Back to the wall, toe to toe, breast to chest. She stood like a wall of stone, tanned skin and beautiful muscles gleaming as she cast a small shadow over him.. Eyeing him the same way he’d watched her from the moment she stepped out onto the sand, only she’d do him one better.

Without warning she leaned in, wrapped her large arms around his body, and slammed the Scot against her in a smoldering kiss, mashing lips and grinding their frames together as close the heat would allow. Then, just like, she broke away with a smeck. Her mouth kept close to his, breathing one hot breath over his face before she came to his ear with a whisper.

“You are so fucked.” And just like that, she pushed him back into his corner and backpedaled her way to the center of the ring. There she waited with the referee, rolling her shoulders with the same cool, knowing smile on her moist lips.

Edward was transfixed alright. This woman was one of the most stunning amazons he'd ever seen in his life, and was standing directly in front of him in a bikini. She was, as he thought, the exact opposite of Naomi, being confident, bold, comfortable in her skin and with the situation at hand...which she promptly proved, pulling him in tight for a surprisingly deep kiss, her tongue pushing and slapping against his own, holding his warm body close to her, the teen's eyes widening in shock and pleasure, moaning into her mouth.

It only lasted a few seconds, but once she pulled away, he let out a gasp, panting slightly, a small trail of saliva connecting their lips for a brief moment before falling away...and then she whispered in his ear, her sultry tone making him shiver in yearning, his hands raising to try and take hold of her...only for Artemis to walk away.

He stayed still for a few moments, and finally shook his head hard, ponytail bobbing about, trying to shake off the daze she had cast upon him...even if the obvious hard bulge in his speedo said differently. How was it that easy for women to get into his head like that!?

Then the bell rang, and Edward suppressed a small "Eep" before leaving his corner, arms out, cautiously sidestepping around the ring, wondering just how the hell he was supposed to take THIS giant down!?

Confidence was really too short and small a word for the feeling coursing through her veins right now. Between the size difference, the flexible rules, and the shellshock Sealgaire was clearly shaking off both upstairs and below the belt, Artemis had little reason to doubt her ability to control the match and her opponent. And if the catcalls were anything to go by, everyone else was thinking the exact same thing.

Not to undersell poor little Edward. It was easy enough to poke fun and savor the taste on her lips, but there were plenty of other things about his body that didn’t escape her attention. All that lean muscle probably wasn’t just for the feminine variety in the crowd. It was functional, athletic, which meant speed, some power, and maybe a little more on top. From afar, it wasn’t hard to tell that the Scot was a competitor. Something to maybe watch out for.

Maybe. Right now, as the bell rang out and Ed looked ready to pass out, the only thoughts going through Artemis’ mind was the best way to make that happen. A few ideas crossed her mind in the first few seconds, lowering herself with her hands raised and that same cool smile taunting ed from across the ring. She was tempted to just let him come to her.

Tempted, but not convinced. The American sprung forward and reached out to Ed’s arm, going for a tight grip on his forearm before she turned around and fling him like a ragdoll into the center of the ring.

Edward was...understandably a bit nervous. Artemis was rather huge after all, and that kiss was...rather amazing. But, that didn't mean he was automatically beaten from the start. He could totally still do this. A woman that size, couldn't possibly be all that quick or anything. Certainly not quick enough to take a smaller, much faster and agile opponent by surprise.

Turns out...he was completely wrong.

Moving far faster than he expected, not that she needed to move far with her reach, Artemis clutched Edward's arm, making him gasp and try to pull back...only for her strength to far exceed his, causing him to be thrown high and far, until he landed with a splat in the center of the ring, his smaller body bouncing once before settling, the dazed boy groaning with the sudden impact as the beach crowd cheered the display of power!

You had to wonder what might have been going through Edward's head right about now. Maybe he was thinking about the view way from up there. Artemis could tell you what she was thinking: damn, she got good air on that one! Maybe she should have gone for that shot at the Olympics. Her hammer throw was fucking killer.

If only Ed had the landing to compliment it.

He was definitely hurting though, coming down on the ring floor with a splash. Artemis felt good about the results, but she wasn’t about to Mr. Blonde and Cute off the hook just like that. He looked pretty athletic and more than comfortable in the ring. So that meant he was getting the extra squeeze.

The American took her time waltzing her way over to him, using every inch of lithe leg muscle as she strode her way to the reeling lad. She towered over him like an apex predator with the hungry gaze to match. One second the woman was casting a long shadow over him, the next she was leaned down and scooped him up between a thick pair of perfectly bronze arms. The actress would clasp her hands together behind his back and wrenched him close up against her chest, crushing him against her in a fierce bearhug.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

That hurt. So much. He had been taken off guard by just how fast the giant woman was, and while it was obvious she was a powerhouse, nobody ever counted on being literally LAUNCHED across a ring in such a fashion, much less landing with such a hard splat on the mat.

He shook his head, blonde ponytail bobbing from the motion, as he pushed himself up to all fours, the warm sun heating up his speedo-clad body. He could do this, he wasn't completely outmatched just because of a size difference, he just had to...why did it suddenly get so dark?

Indeed, a shadow came over Ed's body and his part of the ring, blocking the sun, the celtic teen immediately realizing that it could only be one reason for that shadow.

"...Meep..."

Before the teen could crawl away, he was scooped up and turned around, his bare pecs pressed tightly against the actress giant's breasts, which mushroomed on his chest as she applied a very tight bearhug.
"GAHH!" he would cry, as she squeezed tightly, showing off again just how much power she had as the smaller man began to be crushed against her, his bare legs kicking in a futile gesture!

So this is what it felt like to be the horror movie monster.

Artemis had never been approached for that kind of opportunity before. Her typical casting called for roles in action films that put her and her massive figure as close to the center frame as possible. But she was always curious to try one, even if it was only b-movie material. If that chance ever did come knocking, though, Edward was a good chance to get some practice in.

That look on his face was captured picture-perfect inside of her head right before it bent into something else entirely with a powerful flex of her arms. He was lighter than she expected; sleek with some real power stored away, but nothing she’d have even the slightest problem handling. The American clenched tightly against her blonde adversary, grinding her superior body against his and crushing every ounce of resistance out of him. She smirked as she widened her stance, cementing her footing in the middle of the ring as her bronze body glistened like a marble statue beneath the summer sun.

“Buddy, did you just ‘meep’?” Artemis chuckled to herself and leaned in, drawing her lips close to his ear with a cool whisper. “That’s so cute.”

When that moment passed, the arms around Edward’s body doubled down in their effort. Sadism wasn’t one of her turn-ons, but color her curious to wring the life out of him a little bit more and see what other reactions might come spilling out.