Kaija Laine vs. Mariah Burste - Happy Anniversery

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout after forcing an opponent to orgasm.

8:35 PM, Channel 441. You’ll see something that’ll put a smile on that silly face of yours.

Happy Anniversary. Love you.

-Mariah

Bubbles Burste tapped her chin as she stared at the note on the fridge, looking at it with a curious smile. If there was one thing her wife loved - aside from her, sex, and cheesy romance novels - it was surprising her, and her favorite time for doing it was on their anniversary. Every year since they’d been married, she would come up with some unique, inventive way to mark the day, and it would always take Bubbles totally off guard. She herself could never think of anything all that out there, always coming up with rather mundane ways to celebrate, never having quite the dramatic flair for itit was always hard to compete with her in that kind of area.

This year, she’d tried to be ambitious about it, and the outfit she wore was a testament to that - she was decked out in her naughty schoolgirl outfit and she’d gone to the trouble of purchasing a old-school looking school desk and a dry erase board, both of which she had set up in the common room of their apartment. Mariah had always wanted to do a full school roleplay, it was one of the few sexual horizons they’d yet to venture into, and she wanted to surprise her wife with it tonight...but she wasn’t here, and Bubbles had a strong feeling the note had something to do with it.

A little disappointing, but she couldn't fault her wife for beating her to the punch. Everything was fair.

She spared a quick look at the clock - 8:37. She had been so busy getting the teacher stuff setup that she hadn’t noticed the note until now. Sending her a text message would’ve been a better idea, but Mariah probably wanted to go for some kind of dramatic effect, make it more like something out of the 80’s romcoms she liked so much. Moving with hurried steps, she made her way into their bedroom, hopped on the sheets, snagged the remote control off their bedside table and flicked the TV on without delay, only to find herself looking at…

Mariah made her way down the entrance as the crowd cheered around, and she had to say, it was taking some serious effort to keep the tears from flowing out. How long had it been since her last match? Years. A decade. It felt like a century, and she had almost forgotten the rush of it all. The crowd roaring around her, the lights beaming down, the rush of adrenaline through the veins. She had been down this path before alongside Bubbles, but always as a manager, never putting her own body on the line. The entire vibe was just different when the fight was yours, and knowing that her wife was at home, watching, only made it that much more electrifying.

She skipped up the steps, slipping through the ropes, and did a quick lap around the squared circle, waving to the crowd as she went. They’d seen her before, knew her well as Bubbles’ manager, but this was the first time they’d seen her dressed for competition. SHe wasn’t able to get her old outfit refitted, so she went with a simple look instead - a black bikini and daisy dukes, ones that hung low enough to show a hint of the thong she wore underneath. One of Bubbles favorite looks on her, the kind of playful southern style she went for.

Just seeing her out here would be enough to make her wife start salivating, but she had a little something to add onto it. After she was done parading around, she took the microphone from the announcer and winked toward the nearest camera before she spoke. ”That’s right, babe - I’m back in action. All. Thanks. To you.” She gave her backside a slap and blew a kiss towards the camera. ”Enjoy the show, I’m dedicating this match straight to you. Happy Anniversary, Bubbles Burste - I love you tons.”

It was dopey, saccharine stuff, but the audience ate it up, which meant that Bubbles was eating it up, too, which meant that all the effort that she’d gone to setting this match up wasn’t a waste. AFW management hadn’t been crazy about putting her into action, fearing her past injuries could flair up, and it took a clean bill of health from Mario Yaguchi, their top doctor, to grease the wheels. In the end, while she did get them to sign her up for a hardstyle hentai match, Bubbles’ favorite type, it was only going to be with a new wrestler, not one of their established names. That was a wee bit disappointing, but Mariah wasn’t going to let perfect be the enemy of good. She could make this work.

Eager to get this started, she began to stretch out, making sure she was nice and limber as her music died down, and focused on the entrance ramp…

Kaija stood crossed arm in the gorilla position, staring through the monitor screen at the spectacle that was taking place just outside the curtains. She didn't exactly know what to expect from her debut match. The AFW recruiters were immediately impressed by her physical stature and inherently intimidating aura. Naturally, she concluded that they would have set her up with someone who commanded a similar sense of prowess, yet it seemed like the big guys up top had something completely different in mind. Kaija's normally blank face was replaced by a much more scornful expression as she witnessed her gleeful opponent promenade up the ramp and parade herself around the ring.

Normally such a blissful opponent would have been enough to rile up Kaija already short temper on it's own, but her blood soon went from a slow simmer to pure boiling rage once the girl got a hold of the mic and opened up her mouth. Happy Anniversary? Love you tons, "Bubble Burste?"

"Is this some kind of joke!" Kaija bellowed, hammering a closed fist straight down until it collided with the table, shaking the monitor and startling the technicians and production crew operating in the room. One even dared to meet Kaija's eyes with his own wide-eyes pupils, mouth agape and expression perplexed. She returned the look with a menacing snarl and imposing glare of her own, causing the poor staff member to immediately break eye contact and scurry off in a hurry. This had to be a joke, it just had to be. Was that all she was to these people, a throwaway rookie they could throw at some old, returning wrestler as some sort of... anniversary gift! It was insulting to say the least. Here was a girl who had fought countless wrestlers in other leagues multitudes more menacing than this old skank, yet here she was, forced to duke it out with a practical grandma in the ring.

Kaija took a deep breath and took a step back. A warrior like herself deserved a glorious debut, and she wasn't going to let AFW management or this little southern cunt to get in the way of it. If she wasn't going to achieve glory through hard earned combat, then it seems they left her no choice but to leave behind a path of utter destruction. The thought brought the semblance of a slight smirk across Kaija's face. She glanced once more at the monitor, the sight of the upbeat and excited southerner slowly morphing into a broken and defeated pile of flesh underneath her feet. Kaija would make sure that this cowgirl, and whoever this Bubbles Burste bitch was, was going to have the anniversary of a lifetime.

Kaija barely noticed how tightly she had her fist clenched until she finally heard the sound of her entrance music blaring outside. She slipped past the curtain and ascended up the ramp, her fists still held tightly by her side as she ignored the chants and jeers of the crowds as she made her way to the ring. She approached the ring quickly, not bothering to put on much a show for the crowd, instead eager to devote the entirety of her mentality on crushing the impetuous hag that stood patiently for her inside the ring. She stopped just short of the steps, before making a slow and dignified climb. The cold metal of the steps was soon replaced by the familiar feel of canvas underneath her bare feet as she slipped in-between the ropes and made her way to center ring.

It wasn't really until now that the enormity of the moment finally hit Kaija. She was in the big leagues now, surrounding by roaring crowds, flashing lights, and encircling cameras. All eyes were on her, and she'd be damned if management, tonight's foe, or anyone else for that matter was going to make a mockery of herdebut. She saw how they ate up her opponent's sweet-spoken words, her heartfelt confessions for her lover. Fine, if they wanted theatrics, then theatrics they shall have, minus all the sappy bullshit of course. She marched over to the announcer and grabbed the microphone from their palms, before slowly pulling it up until the tip came to rest just below her lips.

"I know what you're all expecting tonight... I know what you want." Kaija said coolly into the mic, slowly making her way to one of the corners and leaning against the top buckle so that she was facing the crowd. The cheers immediately came to halt, the audience taken aback by her audacity.

"Something cute right? Something to.. tug at your heartstrings" Her tone slowly began to ooze with venom and malic, her measured delivery enouncing every note with dripping sarcasm and apathy.

"I get it, I'm a fresh face here, so I'll forgive you all for your ignorance. But if you think this washed up slut... is going to best me, all for her little preciouses "Bubbles"... then you, and her, and everybody else for that matter has got another thing coming!" She was on top of turn buckle now, both feet planted firmly on the middle ropes as she gestured wildly towards the crowd, only looking back once to meet her opponent's gaze and point at her soon to be victim. Soon Kaija's daring display was returned with boos and jeers as the crowd stood taken aback by the sheer audacity of the new wrestler.

She stepped down from the turnbuckle and made her way center ring ready to confront her opponent face to face. With mic still in had, the silver-haired heel stared daggers into her foes eyes as she readied herself to deliver the remainder of her not-so-thinly-veiled threats.

"Kaija Laine's the name bitch! But don't worry I'll make sure to etch it on that pretty ass of yours. Hopefully Bubbles can take a nice long look while she's visiting you in the hospital" And with that, Kaija flung the mic onto the ground directly in the middle of the triangle now formed between herself, her opponent and the announcer. She awaited to see if the wannabe southern belle would have the courage to retort, signaling with her head for one of the two to pick it up.

Bubbles had never seen Mariah’s opponent before, but right away, she found herself wishing she had. Before she has even made a move, save a word, or even taken three steps beyond the curtain, boxes were being ticked.

Scantily clad? Check.

Chiseled abs? Check.

Prominent underboob? Big check, loved it.

She was a rookie, sure, but in good shape, a feast on the eyes, looking oh-so fuckable. Eager as she was to see her wife back in action for the first time in years, a not-small part of her wished she could switch places...or at least make it a handicap match.

And then Jaila spoke and that all changed. Like a switch.

Bubbles look on with widened eyes as this - where was she from? There was an accent that she couldn't place, sounded European, kind of fancy, real uppity. Whoever she was, where she was from, she seemed to have a high opinion of herself and a low opinion of everything around her. No idea where that was coming from. She had a great body, sure, but Mariah was in great shape, too, and despite what the age taunts were smacking at, she wasn’t all that old.

Bubbles crossed her legs, placed the bowl of Neapolitan ice cream she’d just hastily made in the middle of them, and sat back on the bed with a satisfied smirk. ”Kick her butt, babe.”

Mariah, for her part, was having a similar reaction. She’d been standing there as her opponent introduced herself, blinking at disbelief with every word. She was used to wrestlers being a little rough on the edges, that came with the turf, nothing new - but in just a few words, Jaila established herself as a top-tier bitch. It was an almost impressive level of jackassery.

She didn’t bother to pick up the microphone, content to keep it between them, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t without a response. ”Excuse the fuck me?” She finally snapped out of it with an exasperated laugh and straightened up. ”At least you think my ass is pretty. There’s a complement in there, I’ll take it.”

She stepped back, cracked her knuckles, and dropped into a grappling stance. [color=Grey]”Ooooooookay, Ms. Laine. Let’s go to school.”[/coor]

The moment the bell rang, Mariah would move forward with her arms up and fingers wiggling, looking to start this up with a collar-and-elbow. Best to get a good feel for this woman before she tried anything big.

It seemed the two of them had said their piece towards the audience, and all that remained was what they had to say between themselves. As irreverent as Mariah's comments were, Kaija paid them little attention, instead returning the remarks with a smirk of her own and a dismissive wave of her hand.

Out of all the brazen insults and libel that had spewed out of Kaija's mouth, the one thing she had meant with at least some sincerity was the fact that Mariah's ass was indeed a beauty. Plump, but not overly so, with perfectly angled curves in all that right places. And with not much left to the imitation underneath those revealing denim shorts, Kaija figured she was going to have a whole 'lotta fun banging the precocious package underneath to kingdom come, not to mention in front of her lover and the world for that matter. God this was going to be embarrassing for Mariah, and the fact that it would be her own two hands about to dish out some major humiliation made the experience all the more thrilling.

She kicked the mic over to the announcer who nervously picked it up and scuffled away, only to be replaced by the referee who placed themselves in between the two. With the both of them satisfied with their opening remarks, it was time to get the match under way. She mimicked Mariah's position, obviously getting the hint that her opponent intended to kick things off with a good grapple.

The size difference between them wasn't too drastic, with Mariah maybe having a couple of inches and a negligible amount of pounds between. Nothing that would prove to be an overwhelming threat. With the anticipation in the crowd practically at it's breaking point, and the tension between the two at a near razers edge, the match was finally off with a downward swipe of the referee's hand and a decisive ring of the opening bell.

Kaija immediately locked up with Mariah, grasping one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her opponent's forearm. She ground her heels into the canvas and prepared to slowly begin ramping up the pressure on the back of Mariah's neck, pulling in a forward and downward motion to keep her opponent's head below hers. Her grip was firm an and unyielding, but she hesitate to use the full amount of her force.  She started slowly and with measure, eager to size up how much Mariah would retaliate or counter before deciding to go harder on the offensive.

God, Mariah had missed this. She had done a few spars since she retired, non-serious affairs, but that was just a play date compared to this. There was something to the texture of the moment that she couldn’t replicate even in her wildest dreams. The hum of the audience beneath her feet. The way the ring shook and quaked with every little step. That electricity, distinct and unmistakable, between her and her opponent before they touched. Oh, and knowing her wife was watching on their bed, expecting the old-school kind of show she’d put on before they even met.

Mariah had goosebumps. She couldn’t help it. Even with all the shade Kaija threw her way, there was no avoiding it. Her heart beat faster as they closed in, she tensed up, threw herself into the tie-up, and…

Huh. Kaija was pretty strong.

She supposed that shouldn’t have come as a surprise, her body was on full display and had precious few inches of fat that she could see. But there was a big difference between guessing at what a body like that could do and feeling the full force head on, having to struggle against a body like this. Being married to a woman like Bubbles had improved Mariah’s overall strength by a fair bit, she had far more raw strength than at any other point in her life, but it was still a losing challenge to keep Kaija at bay.

So she wasn’t overpowering this woman. No big deal. There were other avenues to go down, other cards to play. Technique, for one thing.. ”Okay, okay…” Mariah put her all into a sudden push upwards, getting as much height as she could with Kaija bearing down on her. She used the space to break away quick and swung around behind her, trying to catch her opponent with a tight waistlock. Outmaneuver her, take a superior position and work from there.

Mariah was putting up a fair amount of resistance, that Kaija couldn't deny. Kaija was far from putting down the full amount of her force on the back of her opponent's neck however. She preferred to move in incremental steps, gauging just how strong an opponent was without putting in all her effort from the get go. That's how wresters tired out quickly, sapping up their stamina by using their full force or strength the moment the bell rang. Despite all her trash talking, Kaija wasn't that big of a fool to underestimate her opponents. Based on appearance and their initial contact, it seemed like Kaija could pull down with ease and send her opponent straight to the mat right now. But she wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, to believe that she was capable of putting up more of a resistance.

"What the -?" Mariah surprised her by doing just that, and with a sudden push upwards, broke her head past past Kaija's forceful downward grip.

And it seemed too have paid off, albeit not in a way that was beneficial to Kaija. It became increasingly apparent that Mariah was eventually going to succumb to Kaija's superior strength, so with a quick side step and calculated duck of the head, Mariah was able to swivel around and lock her arms tightly against her waist. It was an impressive maneuver, fair enough, but one Kaija decided to chalk up to an error on her part as opposed to the skill of her opponent. She was loose, she didn't put nearly the amount of pressure she could have, and for that, she was put into a rather compromising position.

She immediately took both hands and clamped them onto both of Mariah's arms, trying to pry them off her waist. She pulled and wrenched as hard as she could, hopeful to loosen the hold before Mariah could take advantage of it, but doubtful it would have an effect. It didn't really matter how strong you were, prying off a waist lock was always a challenge, especially if your opponent had the advantage of a meatier physique. She struggled for a few seconds more, fearing that her opponent might actually be able to pull something off before she had the chance to free herself.

”Ha!” Mariah had a joyful cry as she switched around and caught Kaija in the waistlock. ”Still got it!”

Okay, being honest, it was more than a little silly to have such a reaction about putting on a waistlock, a move that they taught on the second day of wrestling training at the latest, and which had, in its entire history, led to exactly zero wins on its lonesome. But Mariah had always prided herself on having the fundamentals down. Wrestlers in the AFW - her wife included - so often started swinging away the second the bell rang, eschewing technique for the fancy, hard hitting moves, trying to get the crowd on their side and show off. Which she could get, she was fine with that, but you couldn’t let the basics go to the wayside.

This was a good example of why. She could tell that Kaija had a strength advantage, that she could overpower her, but that wouldn’t matter from this position. She had her foe by the waist, controlling her. Strong as she was, she wasn’t getting out of this so easy.

But now what? Oh, she knew exactly now what. She ran her tongue over Kaija’s back, giving her a long lick along the spine to warm her up. Never too late to start going down that road, but it wasn’t all she had in mind. ”Tasty.” She pulled Kaija in even tighter. ”Ready to fly?”

That was the one and only warning she gave before she went into action. Planting her feet on the floor, she surged forward, pushing her opponent into the ropes. They bounced them back, and Mariah used that momentum to give her next move some extra power, as she jerked back, lifted her clean off the floor, and sent her flying toward the center of the ring with a classic catch-and-release German Suplex.

Grunts and scoffs escaped Kaija's lips as she growled through Mariah's remarks. What was she so happy about? It was just a waist lock after all, albeit an effective one. Still, was her opponent that much of an amateur that she viewed one of the most elementary moves in wrestling as a significant accomplishment? Either this was just an extremely jubilant person, or she had been out of the game far too long. If only she could get out of this hold, then she could show her how to put the 'pro' in pro-wrestling.

"Eugh!"  Kaija growled even louder in disgust as she felt a warm, wet, and slippery sensation slither along the back of her neck. Mariah's tongue was setting an example right out the gate it seemed, warming up Kaija for whatever she had next in mind. It wasn't so much the tongue that revolted Kaija, it was the fact that she wasn't the one doing the licking. Every second she wasn't in control, every second hat she wasn't asserting her prowess over another women was a second that ticked by until Kaija exploded in rage. After all her insinuations and trash-talking, she wasn't going to be slurped up by some happy-go-lucky wrestling retiree. God, this was woman was going to pay dearly for her mockery.

She felt a tugging sensation pulling upwards against her waist, along with Mariah's words threatening to send the new girl airborne. Kaija was a quick thinker, and readily analyzed the situation. From this position, her opponent's words, and the upwards force on her waist, there was only one thing Mariah could have in store for her: A German suplex. Kaija had half a second to mentally and physically brace herself until she was eventually lifted into the air and above Mariah's form. Halfway through the slam and Kaija could already feel her opponent's grip loosening until she was fully relieved from her opponent's grasp, soaring through the air in a downwards trajectory for the mat.

Had she been completely unware of what Mariah was planning, or failed to brace herself properly, Kaija probably would have probably found herself colliding head-first into the canvas. But unfortunately for Mariah, Kaija had in fact done all of those things, and was thus fully prepared to interrupt her plans for a devastating slam. Capitalizing on her newfound airborne freedom, she immediately tucked in her legs tight with her body, summersaulting in the air before extending them out again landing perfectly on her feet. The escape was beautifully executed, even more so than she would have thought herself capable of. The audience noticed to, gasping as Kaija managed to extravagantly slip past what would have surely been a match-defining slam.

She had little time to revel in her success however, instead deciding to use the fact that Mariah was now flat on her back to her advantage. She took a few large strides forwards before leaping into the air with one leg extended. She would then come crashing down, aiming her leg directly underneath her in a well executed leg drop onto Mariah's collarbone.

...something was off.

Mariah had done quite a few German Suplexes in her lifetime.  Sure, she had more complicated moves in her arsenal, but come on - it was a classic. A crowd pleaser. And, more than anything, effective. She planted her feet, jerked back, and let her opponent fly.

Only there was something off when she executed this one. Something about the way that Kaija had moved when Mariah lifted her up, the way her body had shifted upon release. While she couldn’t see the way her foe had landed, that impact sounded all wrong, too. It wasn’t the heavy thud of a body crashing on the canvas. It was lighter, softer, more subtle. Almost as if…

”Ah, fuck.”

Mariah, on her back, looked up and confirmed her worst fear - Kaija had flipped out of that German Suplex. An impressive move, really, one that she would’ve clapped for, if she hadn’t been on the receiving end. But she was, and now she was on her back, looking up at an opponent who had her in an extreme disadvantage.

Miles away, Bubbles was thinking about the same thing. ”Move! Move!”

To Mariah’s credit, she did try to move, but by the time she got the gears going, it was already too late. Kaija’s leg came down like a guillotine, crashing hard on her upper chest before she could even sit up halfway.  She jerked and spasmed on the floor, cried out, and rolled over to her hands and knees while she dealt with the pain. Even so, she had to acknowledge the counter, give the younger wrestler her props. ”Not…” She groaned, winced, rubbing her aching bones. ”Not bad.”

Kaija had to admit, she couldn't wait until got to watch a replay of this match later on tonight. While she was perfectly aware of her own prowess in the ring, even she had to admit; that reversal was incredibly impressive, even by her standards. Watching the maneuver from the many angles the AFW camera's had to offer was going to be almost as enjoyable as actually executing it. Mariah seemed to think so too, managing to mumble a sincere compliment while tending to an increasingly sore spot on her chest where Kaija had just landed moments earlier. Kaija picked herself up almost immediately, already on her feet mere seconds after impact.

She bent down slight, peering over her aching opponent while placing her hands on her thighs. "Damn right." Kaija said with a slight shrug before straitening herself back up.  Perhaps not the most polite way to receive a compliment, but flattery wasn't going to get Mariah very far in a match like this. She already knew was a cut above the rest, now it was just a matter of showing the world.

Mariah was beginning to stir and place herself on her hands and knees, and Kaija wasn't too keen on allowing her the luxury of getting to her feet. She took one step forward before lifting her other foot and sending it straight down onto the small of Mariah's back, hoping to stomp the girl back into the canvas. She left her foot on her opponent's back, pushing down with a decent amount of force while bending in her knee and leaning in slightly. "And you know what the best part is? I'm just getting started." Kaija growled, grounding her heel into Mariah's back while she uttered the threat.

She lifted her foot up and placed herself directly over Mariah's downed form. She plopped herself straight down, landing on the small of Mariah's back and moving her legs so that they were in front of the blonde. She would grab both of the girl's arms, wrapping them overtop Kaija's own upright legs. She took one hand and hooked it underneath Mariah's chin before following through with the other one, interlocking her fingers once they met. She then slowly began lifting the girl up by the chin, while shifting her own body weight on Mariah's back in a slowly amplifying camel clutch.