Ichika Rei vs. Bubbles Burste - Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Match Type: Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Victory decided by pinfall, submission or knockout.

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There were a long, laundry list of reasons that Mariah loved Bubbles - the sex, the wrestling, just being around her effervescent personality at all times. She was an easy woman to love, for a lot of reasons, but a big one was how chill she was at all nearly all times. In the time she’d known her, over a decade, she could only recall a handful of times when the woman ever got truly mad about anything. Maybe it just came from living in a world where 99.9% of the people weren’t even close to being as strong as you, but nothing much ever seemed to bother her.  She was always smiling, always laughing, always horny, always happy.

But today, as it happened, was a rare exception, and there was one simple reason for it.

”A standard match? Really?”

Mariah sighed and looked up from her phone, leveling her gaze at Bubbles. Her wife was looking stunning as usual, and even moreso now that they’d finally nailed down a neat wrestling outfit for. It was one that suited her style - tight, slick, but easy to strip off, provided easy access for her body, everything a hentai wrestler could want out of their look. The only problem was that it was meant for hentai matches, and that wasn’t what they were signed up for today. No, they had a vanilla match against a debuting girl. Not exactly something most wrestlers would cry about, but for the AFW’s most sexually overcharged giantess.

Bubbles was in a grumbling fit, pacing back and forth, huffing. ”This is so lame. Lame. I thought you said my contract was for hentai matches only?”

”No, that’s not an option. We’re on the ‘hentai preferred’ list.” She pointed at her cell phone screen, where she’d been reviewing said contract, just to be 100% sure. ”That means we get hentai matches most of the time, top priority...but they can call us in for non-hentai stuff if they need someone to fill in...and today, they need someone to fill in.” She shrugged. ”Really, you’re being kind of a baby about this. You’ve done regular matches before.”

”Yeah, back home. In the land of the prudes.” She huffed and folded her arms, bringing out her best pout. ”I didn’t come across the Atlantic just to not fuck girls in the middle of the ring, you know?” She made a low growling sound, not unlike an upset puppy. ”I can’t even get an orgasm out of her?”

Mariah considered correcting her wife on which ocean they’d crossed to get here, but decided against it after careful contemplation. ”Pretty sure that’s against the rules in a standard match, sorry. Besides, she’s new, you don’t want to be leaving some girl fresh out of the gate in a puddle on her first match. Bad form.” Mariah slid the phone into the tight pocket of her blue jeans and stopped forward, giving Bubbles a reassuring pat on those massive shoulders of hers. ”Listen, just bear through it. For me. When we get back to the apartment, I’ll make it up to you. Wear that nurse outfit you’ve wanted me to put on, the one I barely fit in.”

Bubbles was still pouting, but her dour expression softened as she looked down her way. ”The one with the heart cutout in the back?”

”That’s the one.”

After a moment of picturing that in her head, Bubbles sagged and threw down her hands, relenting in her stubborn defiance. ”Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. But I’m holding you to that. And I want a massage, too.”

”My eager hands await.” She used one of those eager hands to give Bubble a slap on the ass as she marched forward. ”Go get her, tiger.”

A few minutes later and Bubbles was out in the ring, relaxing against the ropes while her theme music played in the background and Mariah stalked around ringside. She took a deep breath as she looked up the ramp, forcing some calm into her body. Maybe her opponent wouldn’t even be that hot. Maybe she wouldn’t have a look that she found attractive, and she wouldn’t even get turned on when they started wrestling. There were all types of bodies that Bubbles wasn’t into, like…

...like…

...ugh, this was going to be a long match.

Ichika was finally settling in the big leagues after racking up a considerable amount of wins in the indies and making a name for herself as an exact replica of her late wrestler mother in both looks and style. A jolly wrestler who's as cute as she's dangerous, with the perseverance of steel! It's her time to test out her skills in AFW!

"This is it! This is what I have been training for. I'm finally here in the big league. I won't disappoint you Mom! I'll win and reach the top!" These are the words that ran around her head as she nervously waited for her debut. Her palms were sweaty, her body was visibly quivering. She heard that her opponent has been in the business for years, so she thinks that she should be cautious as this wrestler definitely has more experience than her. But there's no backing down from now and she has to make a name for herself.

"Introducing to you first…weighing in at 125 lbs..hailing from Japan!! Ichika…..Reiiii!!

Spoiler:

At the very first note of her music, Ichika bursted out onto the ramp and scanned the cheering crowd with a huge smile on her face. Her arms held up high basking in the loudness of the cheer that is only possible with an arena as big as this, the roar was warm and welcoming. She then ran towards the ring, running and highfiving some fans. Her voluptuous breasts bouncing at each step, Her shorts tracing the line of her plump backside as her hip swayed. Her looks surely captured the heart of the crowd right at the start of her career  here, evident by the cheers, whistles and misunderstood catcalls that peppered the arena.

She then climbs the apron of the ring and grabs the top rope with her two hands and look at the ring for a moment, having her back turned towards the crowd exposing her butt even more before suddenly turning her upper body around and winking at the crowd with a peace sign beside her eye. It wouldn't take time for Ichika to get in the ring and to her corner, glancing Bubbles along the way. She's cute but huge with a lot of muscles she can't stop gawking at. Ichika swallowed a gulp as she mustered herself to speak "H..hii!! I'm Ichika! Pleased to meet you. Let's put on a good show, yeah?", the bluenette said with a wink at her foe.

”Don’t be hot, don’t be hot, don’t be…”

And wouldn’t you know it, it turned out that Ichika was hot. ”Come oooooooooon.”

Bubbles had a long forlorn sigh as her opponent came bursting out of the back, all bright and smiling and full of energy and in a tight little outfit that showed off that cute ass of hers so well. It wasn’t just the look of the girl - though she loved that look, that hair, those eyes, all of it. But the way she carried herself, that youthful energy? That was rare. You couldn’t get that anywhere. It was this vibrant, happy little spark that Bubbles loved to see, in and out of the bedroom.

”Oh, it’ll be a good show, blueberry. Don’t worry.” Bubbles winked at her foe, licked her lips, and...grimaced, remembering once again that this wasn’t that sort of match and that things would have to stay strictly PG-13. Annoying as all hell.

”All right, let’s get to it, let’s go.” Bubbles started bouncing on her heels, getting nice and pumped as the bell rang and shaking the ring with each touchdown. She moved forward after a few good hops and went into a classic grappling stance, inching forward bit by bit, challenging her opponent to a lockup.

To say that Ichika is excited for her finally debuting here is a big understatement. She couldn’t keep herself to the corner! Her foe for tonight seems to rile her up even, she’s super friendly despite her frightening size. A gentle giant, if you will. To be faced with a foe as big as her for a debut would seem like a daunting task for some, but for Ichika it’s just all the same. She wouldn’t be here if size scares her, would she?

“Good!”, Ichika replied with a huge grin, almost giggling. Then the bell rang, springing her into action. Bubbles seems to want a lock-up, but no. She’s too pumped up for that.

’’Here I come!”, Ichika shouted, launching forward in blinding speed! Hoping that this aggressiveness would throw her foe off guard for a bit, she’d yell with a feint maneuver in mind. She raised her leg up for a roundhouse kick with considerable force behind it. With no intent to make it hit, it only serves to force her opponent to dodge. If it worked, she’d use the same force behind it to turn her around, ducking low to the ground for a sweeping kick!

Bubbles had to admire Ichika’s energy if she didn’t admire anything else - which she did, of course, but that aspect of her really stuck out. Despite the size difference, she wasn’t backing down, didn’t show a hint of letting it bother her. To see the determination on her face, it would’ve been a safe assumption that she was taking on someone her own size, who wasn’t capable of curling her entire body weight with ease. Moxy like that didn’t come easy.

It had been a while since Bubbles had a regular match, but she wasn’t so far removed that she didn’t know the basic way they worked. You moved in for the lockup, tested each other out, went at a slow pace, that sort of thing. It was what she was expecting, especially against a smaller, new opponent - but what she got, instead, was a burst of raw energy, as the firecracker came in hard and fast.

Bubbles pulled up one, tried to get away from a kick, only to find out that wasn't the foot she needed to be worried about. The real kick crashed into her other leg, and while it wasn’t enough to topple her, it did sting like mad and made her hop away a few steps.

Grunting, a smidge irritated, Bubbles planted her foot and surged forward with a wide swing, trying to take Ichika down with one of her best clotheslines.

Firecracker energy that's ready to explode any minute, is what Ichika brings to the table. A feint move that focuses on bigger foes' footing is one of the maneuvers she needed to even out the odds. But it didn't work for her opponent for tonight, making Ichika stifle a yelp as Bubble's leg took the impact without buckling, making the recoil hurt more.

As she shuffled back up to her feet, her eyes gaped in shock to see her foe coming right at her. "W..wait no!" a form of protest as she thought her move would have at least disabled her for a while. But it seemed like Bubbles is stronger than she thought.

Another case to that point was the big forearm that hit her. It felt like someone is chopping her head off for the rookie as she fell to the mat with a sickening thud! Her head swayed side to side on the azure pool of her hair, drowned in the fuzziness that overtook her mind. She'll not go down like this, she said to herself, as she turned herself over on all fours.

She then sprung forward again, retreating towards the ropes. She wouldn't let up just yet as she then used it as a springboard to charge for a sprint. She dialed in on her opponent, executing a leap, her feet tucked in, then shot forward like a cannon! A dropkick aimed for Bubbles busty frame!

And down she went. The impact was enough to make her jump a bit after she came down, shocked by the sudden flop she created. It had been a while since she’d used her arms to strike another human being, and she’d almost forgotten how powerful she could be, but the results spoke for themselves. Ichika was laid out flat, without even a minute on the clock. Not bad.

Of course, the little spitfire didn’t stay down for too long, popping right back up before Bubbles could capitalize, but it was whatever. She got her once, she’d get her again. ”Going somewhere?”

Bubbles chuckled, but her question wasn’t too far off the mark. Ichika was, in fact, on the move, going to the ropes and popping up fast. Bubbles rushed in more than eager to followup, but…

”Wait-”

Mariah tried to warn her wife, tell her to hold back, but it was far too late for that. Ichika leaped her way and shot out with a dropkick, one that slammed into Bubbles’ chest with surprising power. It had enough force to make her stagger away, and while she didn’t fall, she was stunned for a crucial moment.

The lariat struck her hard. And she knew by then that her debut wouldn't be much easy at all. Faced with a gargantuan challenge already, she sure will bring a stellar performance, no matter the adversary. Looking to make a name for herself for conquering this lumbering giant before her.

But before that could happen, Ichika should stop Bubbles cold in her tracks first. She shouldn't let this pace continue lest being a ragdoll in her debut. She thought she could do it by bringing her opponent down the canvas. Where she could theoretically pick her apart with her submission skills. But her foe wouldn't let up and it's getting through Ichika's patience already.

"Just go down already!!", Ichika whined at her opponent, complaining as she shuffled back up to her feet. Attack, attack, attack. It's all she knew as she went back to the ropes again. She needed it to amplify her ace, her unquestionable speed! Her very formula to counter opponents just like Bubbles, lumbering giant powerhouses.

She charged with a yell, letting the heavyweight know that she'll bring her down right then and there. Then, she jumped! Shifting her hips towards her foe and spun herself. She'd set to latch her legs at both sides of her hips, her back against her. Helped by gravity, she'd fall with both hands planted on the canvas. Her body tangent to Bubbles standing frame before pushing herself upward to be parallel right in front of her foe. Then, her arms would lash onto work in the crucial moments of this maneuver. She needs to execute it fast as she's also in her most vulnerable. Her arms sought to ensnare Bubbles head by its neck before falling forward in a seating position, looking to drive her face-first to her shoulder in a wheelbarrow stunner!!

Mariah looked on, curious, as this blue little bomber continued to weave her way around Bubbles. She had to give the young thing credit - it was easy, too easy, to get intimidated by Bubbles. She still remembered the first time she’d laid eyes on her future wife and how her first instinct had been to give her a wide berth, thinking she’d be some kind of monstrous destroyer. That was before Bubbles started talking, and revealed herself to be a mostly harmless sex fiend. But, even now, there were still time when she could see the destructive potential, what the Virgin Killer could do if she cut loose, and it was a little freaky.

But if those thoughts were in Ichika’s mind, she wasn’t letting them show. The woman was all offense. All pressure. Just leaping into the fray with no fear. She was brave, stupid, or some combination of the two.

The woman rushed Bubbles, a woman who was twice her size, and moved in before the behemoth had time to readjust. In an instant, she was all over her - moving, lifting, swinging in a dizzying array of moves, ones that had Bubbles reeling up, confused, until-

”Ooo.”

Mariah gave the new girl a soft clap as she tagged Bubbles with the stunner, smashing her face into her shoulder. Ichika wanted to bring her down, and that more than did the trick, dropping her hard on the canvas was a resounding crash, and leaving her, well, stunned. A big opening, but could Ichika make something out of it? That was what Mariah wanted to see.

Ichika had gone to great lengths to find her way to this promotion. It would be for naught if she even hesitates for a second in her debut. Yes, Bubbles is big and vicious-looking. One that could destroy her if given the chance. But Ichika won’t let it happen. She’ll bring her down for the best debut.

She then latched onto the giant herself. Fearlessly, the opposite of what she should’ve been feeling to be so near the behemoth. Their size difference was more prominent when her back was against her busty frame. It’s like a twig and a branch put together. Then, thud! The stunner worked the way she intended. Bubbles was stunned on the mat.

“YES!!”, Ichika uttered in elation as she couldn’t keep it to herself. “Now, this is gonna hurt Bubble-chan.” Ichika moved to latch herself to the giant for the second time. Turning her around on her chest, she’d wrap her nimble legs around an arm. Arms like vipers, they’d slither around Bubble’s face, clasping it tightly. Then, she’d issue a tug with an accompanying war cry. A crossface maneuver!!