Positive vs Negative Energy Willow vs Maya!

Maya was sleeping on the bench when she was awoken by one of the staff members telling her it was her turn to get on stage. "H... Huh..?" She said yawning, wiping her eyes. She had spent a lot of her energy last night playing a new game that had came out that she was drifting in and out of consciousness. Upon walking out of the room, she would be met with a roar of cheer from the crowd, her eyes blinded by the light of the arena. "Agh.. m turn that light off... Its too bright..." She complained while walking to the ring. She didn't bother giving jer fans much attention and aimed to just roll into the ring and over the ropes. Once she was inside, she would immediately go to the turnbuckle just so she could close her eyes again. She didn't care much about who she was fighting. She just wanted a little shut-eye.

Outfit:

As Maya opened her eyes, she would see her opponent up in her face laying right next to her. "Oh. Um. Hi." She said, tiredly pulling herself off of the grounf and rubbing her eye. She stretched her body, walking over to her corner of the ring. She hadn't done any research into her opponent because she was always too lazy to have any agency like that.  But she was wondering what was going through the woman's head and was only partially regretting not actually looking her up. Only partially. "So like... Who the heck are you?" She asked. She had never paid much attention to music outside of anime and video games so she didn't recognize that her opponent was a famous musician.  

She also questioned why the girl was wearing a bikini... It not like this was a sexfight or anything like that. Maybe she was the perverted type that liked to be humiliated? Another possibility that ended up with her opponent being a weirdo in Maya's eyes. But she didn't have time to play twenty questions with her because the match was starting soon and as always, she was going to let her opponent tire herself out on her before taking the win when the bell rang.

Coincidentally, Willow woke up around the same time as her opponent, and had just as many questions. She may have been a bit high, so the nap had surely helped a bit, but she had to admit, she may have woken up to the sight of an angel. She could barely tell if she died or not, with someone so majestic by her side. The blue-haired rockstar put up a "rock n' roll" gesture and cutely stuck her tongue up, trying to summarize who she was. In hindsight, it wasn't all too obvious, but most people could recognize the bootleg spider-man hand-shape from a mile away.
The rockstar was never one to believe that she'd be instantly known as the renowned vocalist, but at the very least, she thought that she would have called her out for being the drug-taking, hoe-having, compulsive liar that the media portrayed her as. It was a harsh image to shed on herself, but then again, it was the truth. In fact, a small thought popped into her mind that Maya would make for a good groupie. She certainly had the body for it, and her skimpy crop-top and short-shorts told her all she needed to know—the tired wrestler was a blessing in disguise for her. Of course, they had to fight each other, especially now that the bell had rung, but neither fighter seemed in a rush to throw down just yet. It pissed off the audience a bit, when both of them, just stood there silently, not even handing each other an ounce of smack talk to make up for the lack of action.
Naturally, the intoxicated maid-themed musician and now, wrestler, didn't have much fight in her, and lacked any sort of training. She mostly saw it as a way to get eyes on her, and hopefully, recover financially from all that's happened recently. However, a job was a job, so she slapped Maya across the face, with a cute giggle.

Despite being as confused as Maya was, she could tell the rock and roll genture from a mile away. "Oh. Alright," she replied. She had expected someone like her to be a bit more talkative though. As of the moment, Willow's feelings were not reciprocated because Maya did not completely understand what was going on with this girl. But there was a part of Maya that was wishing that this was a lewd match because she had to admit that her opponent had a nice body. Especially when she was dressed in a way that showed a lot of skin. But thankfully, the lack of action between the two prompted the bell to ring and prompted the start of the match.

Or it would if Willow would be the one to initiate the fighting between the two as Maya would hold her arms outstretched as if beckoning her opponent to take first advantage. A strategy that most of her fans would know that she used in nearly every match she was in regardless of the situation.

Seemingly a bit confused to how wrestling works, she attempted to slap her opponent across the face, and soon leaped over her, wrestling her in a far more passive and sexual way—groaning and moaning as she connected hands with Maya. Willow figured that this was what wrestling was—two women in a strangely erotic cat fight. Needless to say, she had never watched a wrestling match a day in her life. Perhaps if made her the perfect opponent for Maya. Not all too much of a challenge, but also unaware of what she was doing. In fact, if the blonde beauty played her cards right, she could honestly just talk her out of fighting. The rockstar wasn't even all that invested in her fight; in the end, it was for money, and to fix her reputation.
"You don't seem like a top, you know?" Willow remarked, letting her intrusive thoughts take over.

Maya winced as she took the slap fully. Not exactly the type of attack she was expecting. But everyone had their different fighting styles. It was when she watched Willow leap over her and start a contest of strength with an awful amount of moaning and sexual tension did she wonder if the girl had ever wrestled befor or at the very least knew what wrestling was. She met the contest of steength but unlike Willow, she wasn't moaning sexually. But their breasts did press up against each other. That was when she was caught off guard by Willow's second comment.

"Eh? Why is that?" She asked, shifting her stance so that she could hopefully pull Willow to the floor on her stomach while holding onto one of her arms to try to put her into an arm lock.

As if she hadn't been given enough karma in her life, her remark would ultimately be turned against her, Willow maneuvered on her belly—her arm bent like a pretzel. She groaned loudly, genuinely concerned that her opponent was a kinky one, or just psychopathic. Then again, she couldn't judge if she was; it only made her more interested in the apathetic blondie.
However, the hold was uncomfortably painful, the blue-haired maid trying to sway her body left and right to escape, but only time would tell if it would work. She really did want to tap out, not having much resistance against tight positions, and she wasn't flexible in the slightest—the rockstar rather thick from the constant drinking and fast food she ate. Though, the mere thought that they rubbed their breasts together fueled her to keep on fighting. Willow wanted her, and she wanted her now, completely. Maya had some fight in her that she didn't seem to show much, and she wanted all of it.

Maya kept this position, keeping the bored, apathetic expression on her face. Although, she was kind of getting excited because she was realizing that her opponent more than likely never wrestled once before in her life which meant that this was going to be an easy victory for her. As she tightened the hold, Willow could feel her arm pressing up between Maya's breasts which turned out to be larger than what they originally looked like underneath her shirt which hid their actual size.

"Is this really the best you have?" She questioned while pulling her leg up and placing her knee onto her opponent's back to try to keep her from struggling as much which was starting to really bug Maya. It was always annoying to keep a struggling opponent down, no matter how inexperiencrd they were and even with her knee on Willow's back, if she kept struggling, Maya knew she would break out eventually. She just wanted to keep the hold as long as she could in case Willow wanted to give up beforehand.

Willow, noticing where her hand was, decided to grope her opponent's breast. She certainly did want to win, and escape the hold, but to disregard such a wonderful gift in disguise would be foolish of her. She giggled, in spite of the pain, twisting her head slightly to face Maya. She knew, from that moment, that she had found the love of her life. It was an extreme sentiment, but her personality down to her cup size was everything she's ever wanted. Her life had been rocky, but she knew there would be light at the end of the tunnel, and it came in the form of a slim, cute, blonde angel named Maya. The blue-haired rockstar knew she was broke, but if she ended this match early, she could get a quick check and take out the sleepy girl on a date.
"Heyy, so uh- after this, you wanna go on a date? I'll pay for the food!" Willow asked, almost in a pleading tone.
While she said so, she contemplated tapping out at the slightest hint of a yes, but not yet, she still had to get the answer. If she let her slip away, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. At this point, she didn't care about the wrestling, but being with Maya could certainly teach her to love her new job a bit more.