Kaitlyn Sweeney vs. Bubbles Burste - Birds Of A Feather

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory decided by pinfall, submission or knockout, but only after making your opponent orgasm.

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”Greetings, ladies and gentleman!”

Mariah Burste was having the time of her life, though a cursory glance at the scene before her might not have given the average viewer a good reason why. By all accounts, it was a typical scene for her. Hanging out at ringside, just before a match, while her wife stretched in the squared circle, preparing for their opponents to show up. The crowd was hyped as always - while she didn’t always win her matches, the Virgin Killer never failed to give them the lewd action they craved, so she’d grown to be a fan favorite since she joined.

Bubbles looked amazing, as always, and even more so now that they were giving her new outfit its second tryout. Her wife had been iffy on the concept of proper ring attire before, preferring to just come in jeans and a tanktop most of the time, but now that she’d had time to get used to her threads, she looked like she was digging the style. They matched her skin well, had form and function, and, most important, they were easy to get off for any sexual purposes she might need them for. Key requirements.

But this was all standard. No, the biggest difference, the real change, was where she sat for the match - behind the announcer’s table, with a headset over her ears and a mic at her lips, watching from the comfort of a leather chair.

It was all because of an idea she’d pitched with management a couple of weeks back, the idea of having a manager sit in with the commentator for a match and spice things up. She had some experience behind the desk, doing color commentary for a spell at Slamazons when she was out with her injury, and she recalled the time fondly - a way to be close to the sport she loved while she healed up, share her expertise with the world. So the chance to try it again, just for a small time, and hype her wife up in the process? Oh, she was all about that. And they’d given her a good

”The voice you’re hearing is none other than Mariah Burste, loving wife of the Virgin Killer.”

”And this is Megumi Momoi, coming to you live. Your girl is looking ready in there, Mariah.”

Mariah nodded to the nearly six-foot-tall mountain of a woman beside her, exchanging winks. Megumi was a former All-Star Wrestling champion and one of the AFW’s regular commentators, an old hat who’d been with the company off and on for the past few years. She’d been the one to approve this whole deal in the first place, and the two had gelled well in the build up to it, exchanging notes and preparing for their time together.

”When it comes to hentai, Bubbles is never not ready. But what about her opponent?” She wagged her finger and leaned back in the chair, trying to exude some calm and control. ”Let. Us. See.”

"I don't like it. They know we are a team but they put me in a singles match." Kaitlyn grumbled as she sat in the back, straddling a bench as she worked on her kneepad. She had been particularly salty about this point the whole ride here tonight but had done a surprising good job of bottling it up until now. It wasn't as big of a deal as she was making it out to be, she was just reluctant to go to her first match alone. They had talked for days, no, weeks about what they would do in the big leagues together and now that it was their time to shine, management had separated them just before the finish line. It sucked.

The bench creaked softly under the weight of another, nestled in close w body pressed itself up against Kaitlyn's back. Hands slipped over her hips, palms pressing firmly along the sides of her tights as they slipped over top of her bottoms to her bare thighs, circling back to drift over the tops of them and wrap around her waist. She squirmed as nimble fingers slipped under the shiny fabric, tickling at her sides as those skillful hands massaged her body.

"I love it." Amelia breathed out hotly along the side of her lovers neck, grinding herself shamelessly along Kaitlyn's back as she leaned in close, tilting her head to nibble at the other girl's ear. The longing moan of her partner as she sank back was music to her ears as her fingers explored the familiar curves of her body greedily. "You know I like to watch."

"Lia… it's a hentai match…" Kaitlyn protested softly, halfheartedly suggesting now might not be the best time for heavy petting. But even as the words left her lips she had already surrendered any semblance of resistance towards her lover's distraction. It had suddenly become a Herculean task to tighten the straps on the pad. Was it really the wisest move to let herself be toyed with like this before she would have to do battle with a infamously adept woman in this sort of match? Probably not. Amelia surely knew that but was doing it anyway. A small moan slipped from her lips as her lover brought a hand out from inside her attire to grope her chest, to whispering a soft shush into her ear as she teased it again with a small nibble.

"Is it?" The dark haired woman asked airily, seemingly unconcerned with the answer. Her thumb circled over top of her partner's perky chest until her arousal had become apparent through the material. Drawing her fingers together she pinched the girl's nipple through the fabric as it perked, rolling it between her fingertips. "We should get you to the ring before there is nothing left of you for her to ravage." Amelia let out a breath chuckle as she started to rise, coaxing her partner to do the same under her teasing.

"Theme:

Kaitlyn:

Amelia:

The music had started with no sign of Bubbles opponent. Even as it ramped up, the entryway had been empty. Rookie jitters before the match? It seemed possible. Bubbles was a formidable woman with a well documented history of savaging girls in and out of the ring in more ways than one. With such a reputation there was bound to be some who didn't have the stomach to face her. A missed queue was also a possibility though. On more than one occasion new people got lost in the winding halls while production staff frantically searched for them so it wasn't without merit.

Finally a woman came through the curtain with slow, careful steps closed by another. They remained side by side, practically clinging to one another as they paused on top of the stage.The smaller of the two was clearly the woman meant to do battle tonight with Bubbles, dressed for a fight in actual ring gear while her lovely escort looked more fashionably presentable in an interesting little dress and leather jacket. The woman I. The dress was hanging off the other as they made their way down the ramp.

Each step was labor as the ring grew closer. Biting her lip, sweat dotting her brow. Amelia was draped up against her, an arm slipped behind in such a way it appeared to be wrapped around to anyone looking from the front. As the duo passed by members of the audience seated along the ramp, the more perceptive among them would notice the dark haired girl's hand had been hired. From view, slipped down beneath the lip of Kaitlyn's bottoms. No matter how the brunette stepped, her lover found a way to invasively curl her fingers inside of her with soft strokes and he goes thrusts. It took most of her energy not to cry out in pleasure, but Amelia had specifically requested this be their secret.

Stepped up to the ring, Kaitlyn planted her palms on the apron, huffing as if she had just walked for hours through the desert, cheeks glowing rosey red as she pawed at the roles, trying to focus on grabbing hold of them. "Win tonight, for me." Amelia smiled sweetly, giving her partner a wholesome kiss on the cheek for good luck as her fingers below summer just a bit deeper with each passing second Kaitlyn was unable to pull away. Finally, as the brunette struggled to lift herself into the ring, the dark haired girl depended, slipping away with a delicate grace, casually slipping two fingers between her lips to savor her work as she skirted the outside of the ring.

Kaitlyn crawled into the ring like a wounded animal, rising to her feet with knees bowed inward, looking ready to collapse already as she panted exhaustedly. She stared on at Bubbles, lidded eyes blinking to stay open as her glassy eyes met the amazon's. Amelia had moved to the back end of the ring, close by the announcers table but remained at ringside. Arms folded on the apron, leaning in close to have the best view of Kaitlyn from between Bubble's legs. Teeth nibbles at her lower lip with uncharacteristically giddy anticipation as she eagerly awaited the bell to sound.

Bubbles Burste didn’t have any grand expectations for the way things were going to go today. That wasn’t to say she lacked the energy for it - she was always eager for a hentai match. But from what she’d heard, there wasn’t too much to expect out of this one. A newcomer to the AFW, which probably meant that management was looking for a squash match. As a giantess, she got these every now and then, with them feeding some little girl to her with the full anticipation that she would leave them sweaty and cumsoaked in the middle of the ring. The crowd always got a kick out of that routine, and she was happy to oblige, though she made a commitment to not get too crazy with this one. The AFW needed more serious hentai wrestlers in the division, and demolishing one right out of the gate was the sort of thing that would scare them off.

That was what Bubbles was contemplating when her opponent’s music started up, hanging back in her corner, arms draped over the ropes, not paying much attention. She almost didn’t notice that her opponent was taking too long to come out, but she keyed into it as the audience started mumbling.

Poor thing probably had stage fright, understandable.

Oh, look, there she was. There they were. The one in green was the wrestler, and the other was her...manager?

No, no, not a manager, they were too close for that. A couple? Aw, that was cute, you didn’t see that enough in the AFW.

...why was she walking so funny? The woman seemed out of breath, tired, but she hadn’t been in a fight or anything.

It wasn’t a backstage beatdown situation, the other girl looked fine. In fact, she looked better than fine. It was almost as if the two of them had just been…

”Oh.” Bubbles head canted to the side as certain gears began to turn. ”Oh.”

She couldn’t say for sure, but as Kaitlyn entered the ring, she found herself with the sudden image of a chum being dropped into a shark tank. The telltale signs were unmistakable - the panting, the sweat, the bo-leggedness. Her opponent was on the verge of cumming right now, on the edge of an orgasm. She followed her partner’s path around the ring for a moment with a knowing smile, before turning all her attention back where it belonged. Bubbles didn’t say a word to Kaitlyn. Her eyes said enough, looking her over with a maddened gaze, chest heaving, breath deep and ragged. She could’ve been sporting about all this and given Kaitlyn a chance to recover. She could’ve hung back and took things slow, dragging them out.

She could’ve done a lot of things, but none of them would be her style. Instead, she did what her body demanded: The moment the bell rang, she stormed forward at full sprint, moving like a wild dog off the leash, so fast and hard that she came close to knocking the referee over. Reaching out, Bubbles grabbed Kaitlyn, lifted her up, and carried her all the way to the nearest corner, slamming her against it and keeping her there with her entire body. Her hips bucked into her, muscular legs slapped against each other, breasts threatened to overwhelm their smaller counterpart. One hand found the back of Kaitlyn’s head and rammed their lips together, taking her in a ruthless kiss, one that straddled the fence between pain and pleasure. Her other hand was much more practical, going for the most obvious target - she slipped in between Kaitlyn’s legs, fumbled with her outfit for all of two seconds, then plunged in to finish the work that her partner had started. One finger slipped in, then another, and another after that, and from there they all went to work with a steady pump. Establishing a pace, only to shatter it seconds later, getting faster and hotter and quicker as the juices flowed.

Through it all, she only had one thing to say, muttered in between ragged kisses. ”I’m gonna break a fucking world record on you, girl.”

The audience was, needless to say, taken aback by the sudden sensual onslaught. Even Megumi, who’d long since gotten used to the AFW’s sexual shenanigans, found her mouth gaping and eyes blinking, trying to process the display before her. ”Right out of the gate, damn! Bubbles Burste kicks things off with a phenomenal offense. Mariah,” She gave her fellow commentator a quick elbow in the side. ”You’re seeing this, right?”

”Couldn’t miss it.” In fact, Mariah had seen Bubbles fuck other women quite often. It wasn’t exactly a new thing for her at this point, and while she was always willing to watch her wife utterly dominate, she’d found something a little more interesting to center on. That would be the woman who’d come alongside Kaitlyn. Lover? Wife? Girlfriend? She couldn’t tell what the relationship was, but she was growing more intrigued by the minute. For now, she was content to sit there, stroking her chin as she watched for the strange, alluring woman’s reaction.

Kaitlyn stood before Bubbles, even with the space between them she was forced to golf her chin to make up for the difference in their height. She saw the unmistakable look of a predator licking her chops at the sight of wounded prey. With a staggled step forward she braced her quivering legs, lifting up her arms to get ready to grapple. She had her objective but the goal had been thrown so far down the field it was a pinprick of light in the distance. It wasn't impossible, she could remember with a little bit of time. Then the bell sounded.

She stood her ground like a deer in headlight, her legs not responding to the need to move as she floated in a lusty haze with the aftereffect of her lover's torturous foreplay. It was folly to try to meet Bubbles head on, a point easily observed by all of the arena as the smaller Kaitlyn was scooped up like a child and slammed mercilessly into the corner sending vibrations through the ropes. She let out a wounded cry, crushed flat under the amazon's weight, pinned in helplessly under those thunderous thrusts. Her hand came up weakly, pushing out at those broad shoulders trying to fight back but her muscles were jelly. As their lips met she let out a exhaspered moan, unable to keep her head from craning back as the big woman commanded her mouth, smothering the last traces of resistance she had left.

Amelia slowly followed the action, the soft crack of her heels along the floor as her slender frame gracefully glided beside the ring. She reached out, idly tracing her hand along the bottom rope the small smirk widening at the powerful jostle of the ring she felt though her fingertips. She would settle beside the two, taking her place below at the ring, looking up with bright eyed interest at her lover's dying struggles, shivering at the sound of her muffled moans. She bit her lip again as Bubbles went to work almost immediately, forcing her fingers down into her partners bottoms. Each thrust of those fingers she could see Kaitlyn's hips buckling from the force, hear the soft wet squelching as they pounded through the door that she had left open. "Harder." She muttered softly, gazing on with admiration as her lover was ravaged before her in record time.

"Mmmphfff mmmphf!" Kaitlyn's whole body was overwhelmed by Bubbles tenacious aggression, eyelids fluttering as her body tensed up, squirming ineffectually to try and somehow struggle free from this situation. In the corner of her eye she saw Amelia there, staring up at them… her fingers caressing the key that hung around her neck. That look of longing in her partners eyes, waiting for it, wanting it… it was too much. With a loud muffled cry Kaitlyn's eyes rolled back in her head as powerful thrusts were met with a warm gush from inside, the smaller woman's body buckling as the sensation of a euphoric orgasm overpowered her senses, melting her into the corner. It had only been seconds since the match had officially started and she had already been brought to climax, it didn't bode well for her prospects.

”Folks, if you’re just joining us, don’t worry - I promise you, you haven’t missed anything, the match really did just start, and yes, Bubbles Burst is on the cusp of scoring what just might be the quickest orgasm in AFW history!” Megumi was breathless, standing up to make sure she got the best look at the onslaught. She knew Bubbles could be aggressive, but this was an entirely new level. ”Mariah, come on, don’t tell me you’re not into this!”

”Relax, Megumi. I’m fully aware of what my wife’s doing, trust me.” In truth, she was already making some mental plans to rewatch the match later, and give this moment the proper attention in her own alone time. For the moment, though, her focus was centered on the webbed beauty at ringside, the one watching Bubbles devour her lover like a lioness over her fresh kill. That look on her face - that wanting, heated look - was familiar, though she hadn't seen in with that kind of raw passion in a long while. She was fixated on Kaitlyn, anticipating her demise, getting off on the sight.

A beautiful thing. Really.

It hadn’t escaped Bubbles notice, either. Even as fucked away and pounded Kaitlyn into the turnbuckle, she cast as few quick looks towards Amelia. Even with the audience raging, she was the only onlooker to care about - after all, it looked like she was the one to set all this up, anyway. She put Kaitlyn in this position to get a show, and who was she to disappointment.

So the Virgin Killer did what she did best: She fucked. Hard and fast. Kaitlyn was close to the cliff already, but she came from behind and gave her a running shove, launching her. Slapping flash, swapping spit, plunging deeper, pushing faster, until…

Kaitlyn came, gushing like a firehosse, drenching Bubbles whole fist. After a final, deep thrust for good measure, Bubbles separated their lips with a pop and pressed their foreheads together, mashing against her one last time before she abruptly pulled away and took a few steps back. She raised her hand high, holding Kaitlyn’s glistening juices up in the air as her personal trophy. A classic photo op, but one that wouldn’t last too long.

”Your girl’s tasty.” Bubbles called towards the woman at ringside, speaking out as she licked her fingers clean. Dabbing here, sliding there, making sure she didn’t miss a single drop. She took a moment to crack her knuckles, roll her neck, limber up - as fun as that was, she was far from done. Breaking a record like that was all well and good for winning the match, but hentai was about more than coming out on top. There was no way she’d be satisfied with one quick orgasm at the start of a match. ”I think I’ll have seconds.”

Bubbles moved in with open arms and pulled the weary Kaitlyn into her grasp, scooping her up and surrounding her with muscles. She clasped her wrist behind the small of her back, mashed their breasts together, lifted Kaitlyn off the ground with ease and poured on the pressure. A bearhug, and one of the tighter ones she could make, too. A way to keep her under control while her body recovered, a way to add on some quick damage to key places, and a way for them to get some quality time.

”Sorry for the rough start, sugar. Too tempting.” She flexed her biceps, digging into Kaitlyn’s ribs even more, but she wasn’t about to serve pain without a dose of pleasure. Her mouth found Kaitlyn’s ear and whispered hot words straight into her brain, while her tongue slipped out and traced all around the canals. ”Your friend over there liked it enough, though. What’ve you two got going on?”

As Bubbles pulled away, the brunette's body slumped into the turnbuckles only held up by arms hooked over the top of the ropes. She twitched slightly, still feeling the aftermath of both woman's efforts turning her body to putty barely holding together. Breathless pants and blinking she in a noble attempt to recover from the opening blitzkrieg. She could feel a wetness ticking her thigh, growing trickles of her orgasm on an exodus from her already dampened bottoms. Red faced and sweating, it could have easily been assumed from onlookers after her pathetic display that Kaitlyn was just another jobber being served up to Bubbles for a crowd popping display of carnal delight.

While her lover lay defeated in the corner, one of Amelia's hands had found its way to her chest, subtly stroking her own perked nibble protruding through the fabric of her dress with no sign of a bra beneath to support her bosom. Save for an astute few on the side and Bubbles herself, it wasn't immediately obvious the ringside woman was enjoying things to this degree. Her painted lips smiled up at the giantess, coming softly as her eyes drifted between her dominant display of Sam long Kaitlyn and how her girlfriend seemed practically broken in the corner. "She is." The dark haired woman agreed with a wistful sigh. Leaning in she lifted one leg slightly off the ground, trying to get the best angle of Kaitlyn. It was hard to resist reaching through the ropes to caress a thigh, overwhelmed with a want to be with her now, to kiss her while she seemed so defeated. "By all means, take your fill."

Plucking Kaitlyn had been an easy task, even as those powerful arms closed in around her she remained unmoving and limp. The explosive start to the match had her in a haze, unable to really defend herself save for placing a hand lightly on Bubbles shoulders while her other arm and legs dangled as if made of wet noodles. Hunched over and broken, she breathed hot pants into Bubbles collar while the big woman situated her for the pain to come. Like a switch being flicked, the pressure suddenly ramped, a hard shock to the smaller woman's system making her soft body turn rigid as if struck by lightning. With a choking gasp, she kicked her feet ineffectually, clamping down with her fingers to brace herself as her back arched with the constrict muscles walking her in.

"Geh! I… I would have done the same." Kaitlyn admitted through the strain of the pain. While not particularly fond of her current predicament, outside of the context of the match being bum rushed and screwed silly had been an enjoyable experience. It certainly didn't bode well for her chances in the rest of the match but she was determined to somehow make it work. Amelia had asked to go win, gone out of her way to make it an uphill battle. Her lover loved to watch her struggle and fall but it was all in the service of seeing her flourish in the end triumphant or explode in a blaze of glory. The brunette let out a rumbling moan as her ear was invaded, turning her head to try and pull away, not trying to be an easy target.

"Lovers, partners… We've known each other forever now…" Kaitlyn gave a soft growl, summoning up enough of her strength to swing her arm up, wedging it between both of their heads. Roughly she pushed back, trying to jam her forearm beneath Bubble's chin to wrench her head backwards and keep it pushed away and eyes unable to keep track of what she was doing. Her legs came up once… twice… trying to wrap themselves around the big woman's midsection to provide a squeeze of her own, but the crushing power on her sides was keeping her from being able to manage the feat. Instead she was forced to get a bit more rough. Throwing up her other arm, she used the gap she created to plunge her elbow down at Bubble's collar, trying her best to hammer at one of the weaker areas of the amazon to earn her freedom. While not the perfect position admittedly to shit talk from, she did it regardless. "She'll like it even more when I make you beg for it."

"Mm. I would like that." Amelia had taken a moment to ponder that, eyes looking off to the distance with a small smile on her face as she fantasized her girlfriend taking this giant woman to task. It was all quite exciting, to think about, far more than her own prospects in the ring. While she was quite content to make other women squeal in ecstasy, watching her significant other work to do it to others carried with it a joy she had trouble putting to words. When she did speak, her words were cool and sensual with a low pleasing purr. "Kait is a very passionate lover you'll find. I'm sure you won't mind when she makes a mess of you. I certainly won't."

Megumi chewed her lip, searching for words to fill the gaps that were coming from her partner. She wasn’t expecting the performance of the year from this woman, but she was hoping to at least lean on her commentary when it came to seeing her wife in action. The Burstes had been a curious addition to the roster since they appeared, one of the few actual couples in the league with any real permanence to them, and the only married couple that she was aware of. A rarity like that was fodder for good insight, could’ve kept the viewers intrigued as the action raged, but Mariah seemed far more intrigued by the new arrivals themselves than the match they were participating in.

”Hell of a way to start things off.” Megumi leaned back with a relieved sigh and tapped her pen against the desk, getting Mariah’s attention for a few seconds. ”The new girl’s fighting from a huge deficit. Have you ever seen Bubbles go this crazy early on?”

Mariah didn’t have to ponder that question long, shaking her head right away. ”Can’t say that I have, no.” Definitely not in recent memory. Bubbles was aggressive by nature, but it was rare to see her opponent in the state that Kaitlyn was this early in a match. Panting, sweating, thoroughly fucked, her juices forming a small puddle in the corner, while Bubbles loomed large and triumphant over her fresh kill. It was fairly obvious she’d come into this match with a handicap, and all too clear who was responsible for that...but why?

Oh, the curiosity was too much. ”Give me just one minute, Meg.” She slipped the headphones off and stood, leaving a flustered Megumi. ”Need to do a quick investigation. BRB.”

Bubbles, in the meantime, was enjoying the feel of Kaitlyn’s body against her, crushing it against a wall of flesh and stabbing her with hardened nipples. ”You’d try.” She had a deep, rumbling chuckle and ground down even harder on her opponent’s back for the comment, really grinding against the bone. There was more technique to bearhugs than most realized, a proper way to pour on the pressure, and Bubbles was an old hand with it, knew the best way to cut against the bone with her forearm.

To Kaitlyn’s credit, she hung with the move better than most in her weight class, even as Bubbles jerked about snapped her body from side to side, mauling her, a Grizzly with its hapless prey. ”Aw, that’s sweet! You two look like a cute...cute…” She found herself struggling for words as Kaitlyn’s forearm pressed against her face, forcing it back at an odd angle. The legs around trying to encircle her waist made her smile - more than she did by default, anyway. ”Yeah, that ain’t gonna work, sorry-”

Bodyscissoring Bubbles might into have been the soundest strategy, but throwing elbows into her...clavicle? She was pretty sure that was the name for it. The bone around her collar area. Whatever it was called, it wasn’t a spot that took blows well, bone with little skin to protect it, and the Virgin Killer found herself squawking when it was struck. She was all about making space now, and she achieved that by wrenching to the side and hurling Kaitlyn off towards the center of the ring, putting her in flight. ”Big promises, you two.” She took a second to step back and shake off the pain before she rushed forward, looking to close in and knock her opponent down with a lariat the moment she rose back up. ”You better keep ‘em!”

”I don’t think I’ll mind, either.” Mariah came over and leaned on the apron next to Kaitlyn, propping her elbows on the edge. Out of context, taken away from the ring and the audience and the chaos, she could’ve been a stranger on the street, just trying to make conversation. ”They’ll probably both be a mess, really. I just hope your girl isn’t too worn out, when all’s said and done - Bubbles’ can wear you out, trust me.”

If she let Bubbles have her way, this was going to be the whole match. Even as the woman worked to reduce her spine to dust, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of arousal again swelling up inside her. Those treetrunk arms around her, the unyield grind of their bodies up against one another. With the right teasing she might have just been lost to another climate so fresh off the first. The pain helped to dull the sensation of desiring to be dominated by this gigantic woman, but it had been Amelia's request that she win that kept her fighting, clawing for release. Elbow after elbow, while not her choice of escapes had become her most likely one. To this end bubbles felt similarly and saw to hitting the eject button. "What's wrong, not enjoying my gentle touch?"

Hurled to the side like a ragdoll, her body twisted in the air outside of her control, the whiplash alone had been enough to disorient her last the point of bracing for impact. Shoulder first she came crashing down at a steep angle, immediately folding up onto her face and neck, sliding for a moment along the mat before the friction proved to much and flopped the rest of her body up and over to thud on the mat. She lay twitching on the canvas, slowly rolling onto her front, balling up a fist to furiously punch the canvas, her attempt to manage the hard landing and wearing ring burn on her skin.

Amelia glanced sidelong to Mariah, seeming unsurprised by her appearance ringside away from commentary. "Possibly." She gave the blond woman a faint smile , turning her attention back to the action in the ring. She watched as Kaitlyn slowly was powering herself up to her feet, swaying with each pork of a knee or planting of a boot. Once she had made the hard journey to her feet, she was immediately bowled over again by Bubbles railing it with a lariat that had her tumbling across the canvas, on her back again. The woman had all the promise of a living pinata at the moment. The dark haired woman hummed thoughtfully at Mariah's words.

"I hope she is… Kait is at her best when odds are against her." Amelia let out a small pleased sigh, folding her arms on the apron to lean in, admiring the sight of her girlfriend laid out on the mat. A soft coo escaped her lips as she looked on with obvious incarnation, smoothing her hands along the edge of the canvas. As if she had sent her love through the ring towards Kaitlyn, the battered girl's body lurched to her knees, slowly starting to struggle to her feet again. She looked like hell, but just kept coming. "To what to I owe the pleasure of your company? I almost feel guilty for robbing all those at home watching your voice and insight."

This was the danger of a hardstyle hentai match - finding the balance. In a normal hentai match, Bubbles could be content to just get her opponent down, rip her clothes off, and have her way with a hot fuck. No pacing, straightforward, and that was what she did best. Here, though, she had to be careful, and straddle the line between her insatiable drive and the demands of a regular match. It could be easy to sway too far to one side and forget the requirements of the others. A tightrope walk that she still couldn’t quite master, after all this time.

Kaitlyn’s elbows had been a shock in that direction, and she was ready to roll with it. As her opponent rose up, she was already on the offense, coming in hard and fast, a horny freight train that sent the smaller woman flying on impact. Bubbles had to give her credit, she was a tough one, taking this abuse better than most - a good thing, because Bubbles was already far past the point of holding back. Kaitlyn was going to see the full Virgin Killer experience.

It was a wonderful thing for Mariah, to see her wife come alive like this. While she always enjoyed her sexfights, she could remember the last time she’d gotten so enthused right out of the gate, and she suspected this strang, alluring woman at ringside was a big reason for that. ”Those at home will be fine for a minute or so, I’m sure. I couldn't resist coming over for a hot second.” One of her wife’s colloquialisms, at the end. Funny, what things rubbed off. ”Mariah Burste. Bubbles’ wife, manager, on and off tag partner, backscratcher, et cetera.” She turned to her side, leaning against the apron, and extended her hand. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Back in the ring, Bubbles was busy getting to know Kaitlyn, too, just in a far more aggressive way. Wasting no time, she moved in, reached down, and seized her by the wrist with one hand and her hair by the other, using both handholds to lift her opponent back to her feet. She twisted to the side, pulled her forward, and sent her running towards the furthest corner with an Irish Whip, giving her a hand slap on the ass before she sent her on the way. She wouldn't be moving alone, either - Bubbles broke into a run a half second after she let Kaitlyn go, storming across the ring after her with open arms, looking to flatten her against the turnbuckle with a Body Avalanche - one of her older signature moves, the Steam Roller.

"Mm. Well…" Amelia turned slightly towards Mariah at the brief pause in the action, taking a long moment to size the other woman up. She made no attempt to really disguise her look of building interest, almost as if undressing the other woman in her mind. Anywhere else in the world this might have been strange but for AFW it was likely the norm for someone as well traveled as the blond woman. The dark haired girl brought a hand to her necklace, absentmindedly slipping the dangling key between her fingers as she pondered to herself. The introduction from the woman beside her got the faintest of smiles as she reached out to clasp Mariah's hand with both of hers.

"I'm familiar, also quite charmed. You're a very beautiful woman Ms Burste, pictures do not do you justice. Amelia Mok, the lucky girlfriend of the woman your wife is dismantling in the ring." She gave a gentle shake of Mariah's hand, letting her fingers wander up  the other woman's wrist to just get a feel for her. After a moment, Amelia stepped in closer, rather casually leaning side by side with the blond, hooking arms with her as she looked back to the ring. "I'm Kait's tag partner as well. A small wonder this wasn't a double date." The dark haired woman rested her head gingerly on Mariah's shoulder, watching as her lover was being dragged back to her feet.

Kaitlyn let out a small groan as her agency was stripped from her, the pace in which she rose being dictated by the larger woman. To her credit, she refused to go quietly, bringing her arm around in what was one hell of a meaty haymaker directed at the big woman but for someone who looked about really to be put down for the count. With a harsh ripcord of a Irish whip she was sleeping off to the ropes, a small hotel in her step at the loud clap of her backside to hurry her feet. Into the corner she went, chest first, unable to even get herself turned around in time to lessen the blow. Worse yet, the freight train that was Bubbles came charging through, positively blowing the smaller woman up against the turnbuckles with a shake of the whole ring.