One Wild Ride! (Fuji vs. Shiki)

Shiki’s strategy wasn’t one the pinkette had thoroughly devised. That was her style: rudimentary but effective and it worked wonders on smaller prey like Fuji was. The pink haired cutie was just trying to get as much damage done without breaking her spell of being a cure little thing so eager to be famous and look cool to the crowd. And it was working as Shiki noticed some good cheering of approval when she fell flat on her rival. Her chest sustained a little bit of damage, but it wouldn’t be the tenth part of what Fuji had felt thanks to her momentum and gravity making its work.

“Feeling dizzy, kitty cat???” Shiki asked Fuji before raising on her feet, dragging the cat woman with her and then whipping the smaller wrestler with all her strength so Fuji would hit the corner, and just after that the pinkette would gain some momentum before crashing once again to mash her rival between her own body and the turnbuckle!

Shiki gazed at the fruit of her strategy as she looked at the writhing, groaning, pained Fuji. The bluette looked much tamer now that she had some of the Shiki treatment, less eager to jump into some weird cat moves even if she kept with the gimmick when protesting. The Pink Menace started enjoying that too much In front of such a pathetic rival, who could even think Fuji might stand a chance? Shiki felt the urge to laugh maniacally like some sort of cartoon villain, but that would break the spell of her cute looks. Instead, she had something else in mind.

Using that time Fuji spent against the corner writhing and suffering from her pain, Shiki retreated a little to the center of the ring. “Okaaay everyone, give me your strength now!!” Shiki struck her cutest idol pose by spinning and making a V for victory sign while she roused the people gathering in the stands. She had a plan for what was coming, and now that she made herself look sweet she was going to try a power move on that smaller rival while still looking sweet since she was small and cute.

“Here, kitty cat!” Shiki grabbed her rival by the scalp of her hair and dragged her to the center of the ring. There, she would wrap her arms around the woman’s body and lift her in a powerful bearhug! Someone like Shiki would never try a hold like that, but against someone as small as Fuji it was possible. There was also some hidden plan: while most of the crowd wouldn’t notice, Shiki would push her chest forwards and try to smother Fuji with her breasts. “Time to smother this cat!”, she said in a whisper as she squeezed Fuji harder.

Shiki smiled to herself as she squeezed harder. That catgirl’s cries of pain were like music to her, like the verification of her superiority over that woman, not like she needed it because she was obviously better than Fuji. The fact that the bluette kept meowing while in distress added some fun to it as Shiki didn’t like that gimmick at all, so it was fun getting some damage done to that woman. The only downside to the current situation was that Shiki couldn’t bask in things going her way since she still had to maintain appearances. That wouldn’t prevent her from enjoying things as she tried to smother Fuji though.

Or at least that was until Shiki noticed something going wrong. “What the… eeeew you freak!” While she was trying to smother Fuji, the kitty cat spent some time thoroughly licking her breasts. If getting free was Fuji’s intentions her plan worked as Shiki promptly released her rival who would likely fall on her butt in surprise. Shiki would start getting all that spit from her barely covered chest while the crowd would surely scratch their heads in complete and utter confusion.

Just what the hell could that nekowoman be thinking? Shiki still couldn’t believe how Fuji reacted when being smothered by the pinkette. In Shiki egocentrical mind, the only thing the bluette could have done was to give up to it and let it happen, maybe while squealing a little and manifesting her discomfort to the Pink Menace’s satisfaction. It isn’t necessary to underline how utterly naive and egotistical that was, but that was Shiki inside below all that front she was so focused on maintaining.

Having Shiki focused in cleaning her breasts from spit and rearranging her top proved to be a bad decision since it allowed Fuji to devise whatever plan she wanted to think of. When the pinkette turned around ready to fight again she was welcomed by another neko-tackle. Knowing what the move was aboud didn’t prevent it from being successful and Shiki found herself hitting the mat with her back as Fuji mounted her once again, with the only difference that now she had her hands avaliable to prevent the woman from scratching and protecting her. “Not again!!!”

“Not again” was a precise way of putting it. The match was pretty young having only lasted a few instants but Shiki wasn’t well-known for her patience. She couldn’t bear Fuji’s cat demeanor for much longer if that implied being hit by more of those made up cat-jutsu or something. In Shiki’s opinion, it added to the humiliation of being hit by a rival smaller than her the fact that she was doing so while playing the role of a kitty.

As things were, Shiki didn’t have much more to do than try and protect herself. She knew that her rival was going to try those awful scratches again, so the pinkette used her arms to shield herself. The downside was that in her eagerness to protect her face she let a much bigger price defenseless, and Fuji took good note of that. “What the hell?!?!” Shiki almost squeaked like some mouse or rat when she noticed Fuji nibbling her voluptuous breasts. Writhing in disatisfaction, Shiki made her best to throw her rival off, but she wasn’t at her best.