One Wild Ride! (Fuji vs. Shiki)

Match Type: Standard
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout
Hentai Allowed

Fuji was pumped about this fight. A battle with a new wrestler she hadn't heard of in a super serious duel in the ring. A mysterious foe who's only bit of information Fuji had was her cute looks. And the fight would be a bitter and cruel one as the two would push each other physically, emotionally, and sexually until one of them gave out, be that with a verbal submission, a pin, or a knockout.

... Okay, Fuji barely kept track of any wrestler, most fights in the AFW tended to always be a bit sexy, and all standard matches tended to end in a pin, submission, or knockout... but this was still exciting. It had been awhile since Fuji had a fight in the league, and this time around it'd be with a Friction fighter. Fuji was fine with it, but even she was noticing cross-promotions were starting to happen a bunch lately. Still, it'd be exciting to show the world that Kawaii girls could put up a fight in the bed and in the ring. "I'm gonna' kick butt!" Fuji announced her declaration with a fist pump, hearing her theme start to blared out and realizing it was fight time.

Fuji:

She immediately rushed up to the stage, giving a big grin and getting into a catlike pose, much to the cheers and laughter of the crowd. Her attire was simple, a basic t-shirt with a cartoon cat on it, some shorts, and some tennis shoes. Nothing fancy, and really all the girl cared to wear for fights like this. "Meoooow~!" She did a quick twirl, pawing her hands in catlike fashion before running down the ramp on all fours and diving right into the ring. The reaction of her childish antics and the laughs she got from it brought a smile to her face as she hopped up to her feet. She gave one more cat pose and then scurried to her corner, sitting on all fours in a catlike manner as she waited for her opponent.

Shiki was fidget walking around the lockers room, so close to breaking in tantrum. She couldn’t help but overthink about how she got the notice of her being booked for that match. There was no way around the bush in this matter, the pinkette was a very stuck-up woman, always eager to be the main atraction in each show and with such a high concept of herself, so watching how the people in the Black Moon handled her like she was some sort of thug to command felt for her like spit on her face, but it was true that the match opportunities were flowing since she signed with the Black Moon, and in some sort of twisted way, she belonged to them now. There was no way escaping that, but she would obey her orders in her own way.

Pushing all those thoughts aside, Shiki started thinking on that victory she needed to please her new partners in business and how she was going to get it that night. She didn’t know much about her rival, only some mention by Oboro that the woman she was facing was a “suitable match for your skill and size.” She didn’t like the tone the Red Princess, as the manager of the Black Moon was called on her back, used when saying that, but she never liked the tone of that threatening woman. Finally waiting backstage she could only have a small grasp at what her rival looked like. Every mystery would be solved soon.

Her entrance theme started playing and Shiki made her way down the ramp, showing some confidence but also playing that cute and innocent façade she was so eager to maintain. Her rivals would underestimate her and then she would get the win, and the crowd would buy all that innocent cutie crap so she would sell more t-shirts and signs, but in the end she would still be Shiki and would get things going her way.

Shiki:

When she reached the ring, all of Shiki’s front almost fell apart as she had to contain her anger. Her rival for that night was a cute as a button kawaii wrestler. “That bitch booked me against a kawaii!” That was a pure insult to Shiki’s skills and pride, a statement from Oboro who was showing the pinkette who was boss and what she could expect if she lost. “Keep it cool, Shiki. Let’s get this done with.”

Shiki walked towards her rival. “Hiii!”, she said in a cheerful tone. “Well aren’t you a cutie, but I won’t fall behind in that department!” Shiki made her best effort to act bubbly and friendly, she will have time in the future to get nasty with that cute bluette. She started doing some stretches and a pose for the crowd so she could get some of that people on her side. Yes, she was going to show Oboro what she was made of.

Shiki felt an urge to scoff at Fuji¡’s remark on how she wanted to dominate her, but the pinkette would maintain her sweet appearance for at least some more time. Instead of mocking her rival, Shiki had a proper look at her. Fuji’s attitude said she was bold and maybe a little bit too eager for someone who was that small and flat like a plank, but that was something the pinkette could use in her favor. At first her rival adressing her with that nickname weirded Shiki out, but she would return all that in the upcoming match so it was alright… “Let her speak now, she won’t be able later...”

When Fuji pressed her barely existing chest against Shiki’s more generous mounds, the pinkette pushed forwards to show that she wasn’t going to cower in a duel. Grinning, she looked at her rival and talked in a challenging tone: “I’m so eager to see you try, Fu-ji-chan.” Shiki pressed forwards in a way they were so close to each other but she would also highlight the height difference between them, then she would suddenly lean forwards to give her rival a kiss in the cheek and started her retreat. The crowd saw that not as the sign of challenge it was but as some form of confidence and loving behavior between them and rewarded Shiki with a round of cheer. The pinkette gave a final wink to Fuji, showing her that she just got what she wanted. She almost had forgotten how mad she was at her manager. “This is going to be fun.”

Shiki couldn’t help but be amused by the sheer amount of confidence that small woman showed. Couldn’t she see what she was just going to face? Yes, Shiki’s looks were intended to fool rivals into underestimating her, but even with her cute and sweet aspect she was way taller and heavier than Fuji. How could the bluette feel so reassured after seeing how she was going to face a much bigger oponent? And what was all that cat gimmick she was going for? At first Shiki thought it was some kind of stunt, but it looked like Fuji was actually committed to being a catgirl. “Talk about weirdness.”

The bell rang and Shiki got into a guard stance. She was expecting some kind of slow start like most matches had, with some approach and maybe even a test of strength she was sure to win. What she wasn’t expecting at all was having her rival go on all fours and charging right ahead! “What??!!” Shiki couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and that unorthodox kind of movement caught her completely off-guard. “Uagh!” The pinkette protested as that was something she wasn’t expecting at all, so there was no way she was ready to defend against that kind of tackle. Fuji had managed to make Shiki fall on her back, having her dazed enough for the kitty cat to capitalize on the situation.

Shiki was expecting to face a proper rival in that match, and instead she got booked to fight a cute little woman so into a cat gimmick who would walk on four legs and actually talk like some cat. It completely caught the pinkette off-guard as the woman was so into the cat thing that she would use moves that were created so she would move like an actual cat. How far did just that woman go in order to live her fantasy of being a feline?

All those disquisitions were for another time, as Fuji had managed to surprise Shiki and tackle her. Even being much smaller than the pinkette, Shiki was now on her back and things got worse when Fuji mounted her. The Cat-girl looked so eager to get her hands on Shiki, but for the moment settled for some scratching to her face! “Ow-owwww!” Once more, Shiki wasn’t expecting something like that, but her instincts sprung quickly. She wouldn’t have a smaller rival scratching and damaging her cute face like that. That was how Shiki got her arms against Fuji’s chest and pushed with all her strength. “Get off, you!” The size difference became aparent as Shiki managed to shove her rival off, then she started getting up while checking her face for any damage.

Standing back on her feet, Shiki checked her face by feeling it with her fingers since she didn’t have any actual mirror to look herself into. She wasn’t noticing anything big or that looked durable, but she would surely have some red streaks on her face for some time thanks to that stupid kitty cat scratch. She turned red in anger, clenching her teeth to avoid breaking her cute thing spell. How did that little thing dare to just attack her in that way and risk harming her cute face? Now she was mad and that was personal.

Walking towards Fuji, whom she had shoved off easily like some kind of ragdoll and was now lying on her back. She was going to show that one who was boss. “What’s the matter? I thought cats always fell on their feet!” As she saw this, Shiki took off to just fall flat on her chest on top of her rival, adding all her weight to the momentum of the fall in a surely devastating splash move!