Bed Wrestling Revenge! (Akiko vs. Claire)

Claire had been training. She could not get out from under the specter of her very first match at AFW—no matter what she had done since then, the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of that cute ninja girl, Akiko Hoshi, was always in the back of her mind.

Tonight, Claire hoped to get that monkey off of her back. She had spent the last couple of hours cleaning her apartment, making sure it was spotless. She had spent the last several weeks training, learning to box, learning how to take a punch. Akiko was not going to embarrass her this time around! Claire was determined to defeat the girl, especially since she would be on her own turf—in her own bed in a kawaii bed wrestling match.

After cleaning, Claire had taken a nice, hot shower before changing into her favorite bra and panties. Putting on a robe, she would sit down to watch some television, waiting for her opponent to arrive. Tonight, they would not be watched by any audience; it would be just the two of them. It would be well known, however, who had come out on top.

Claire, too, was excited by the prospect of having a rival. She had had a couple of matches since losing her AFW debut to Akiko, and those had had mixed results, both in terms of wins and losses and in terms of her relationship with the opponent. Some had become her friends. Some, hated foes. Only Akiko engendered such curious mixed feelings in Claire, and that was something that the black-haired kawaii was hoping to work through tonight.

When she heard the knock on the door, Claire sprang to her feet, but tried not to seem too anxious, giving her opponent an “Iâ€m coming!” before making her way casually to the door. When she opened it, she saw Akiko standing there in a cute white top and black shorts. Her pale cheeks flushed red. Seeing the girl that had humiliated her standing there looking so cute brought out a bunch of contradictory emotions in the schoolgirl.

“Hey there, Aki,” Claire said, beckoning the girl inside. “Nice to see you again. Welcome to my, uh, humble abode!”

Claire didnâ€t know why she was blushing. Her opponent was just wearing normal street clothes. There wasnâ€t any reason to get all excited over the way she was dressed. Claire didnâ€t know what to think. Akiko was a really sexy girl…but Claire was still angry with her for the way their last match had ended! It was all just too confusing for the little schoolgirl!

“Why, thank you,” Claire said, when Akiko mentioned that she had a nice place. “Iâ€m glad you like it. Here, let me show you around a little before we get started!”

Grabbing Akikoâ€s arm, Claire gave her a quick tour of the small apartment. “Well, hereâ€s where I sit and watch television…thereâ€s the kitchen, and thereâ€s the bathroom…over there is my bookshelf. I tend to read quite a bit, so itâ€s pretty well stocked. And…”

She paused, kicking open the door to the last room with a flourish. “…hereâ€s my bedroom!” she exclaimed. It was a rather small room, but she had decked it out for the occasion. The bed was covered in brand new pink sheets, while one couldnâ€t even see the floor through all of the extra pillows that Claire had purchased. She wanted this fight to be comfortable, but that didnâ€t mean it wouldnâ€t be fierce!

Claire nodded as Akiko said she was going to go change. “Oh, okay. Hurry back!” she called after the girl, realizing only after she said it that it sounded like she had a serious crush on Akiko. Which she totally didnâ€t! Or, well, maybe…

Claire would push those emotions out of her mind for the moment, as she heard Akikoâ€s footsteps as she made her way back to the bedroom. Claire would quickly strip out of her robe, and would be standing there in her own underwear—the same white-with-black-polka-dots bra and panties that she had been wearing in their first match—when the ninja girl returned. Claireâ€s face once again turned a bright red when she saw Akiko come in wearing nothing but her cute purple ensemble.

“H-hey…” she sighed, taking a nice, long look at Akiko. Realizing she was staring, though, Claire hopped up and grabbed Akiko by the arm again. “Here, letâ€s start! Oh, but one more thing before we do. I want to show you what I got for the winner of the match…”

Claire was still fighting to keep her own internal struggle over how and why she seemed to like Akiko in the back of her mind. In her quest to distract herself—and maybe, now that she could see that Akiko obviously felt the same way, her too—Claire ran over to her closet, hopping over the big piles of pillows she had bought, and retrieved the winnerâ€s prize.

“Well,” she began to explain, “since itâ€s an unofficial fight, there are no AFW cameras, and it wonâ€t count towards our records. But I want it to be obvious who won. So, the winner, well, uh, gets this.” She would pull a big teddy bear out of the closet. The words Akiko vs. Claire: Bed Wrestling Champion were embroidered onto his tummy. “Winner takes home this bear as proof of her victory. Oh, and one more thing.” Claire produced a small digital camera. “When the match is over, the loser—whether she submits or is knocked out—has to get tucked into the bed by the winner, who then gets to take a picture of the loser like that. The picture will be the winnerâ€s to do with what she wants. If I win, Iâ€ll probably just show it to a couple of close friends—just to show them what I accomplished.”