Tables Hentai Match: Ame Hokori vs Isabella Snow

Conditions: The first person to put the other through a table, in anyway possible, is the winner. There is no disqualifications and as such the use of weapons, whether lethal or sexual are allowed.



To say the very least, Ame was growing bored and felt depressed at the fact that she had yet to have a official match as she sat in her dressing room, flicking through the television in her towel after a long bath as yet another match ended. So far all her matches since she joined the AFW had been practice matches. Sure, she enjoyed all of them without a doubt, especially since most of them were "extremely messy", but the fact that she had yet to have a "official match" match made her feel a mix of depression, anger and fight all at the same time--the fear that they might be trying to tell her subtly that they didn't want her here, forcing her to have to work full shifts at the restaurant again.

When her door suddenly busted open, her heart leaped slightly, but she regained her composure rather quickly. Behind it was one of the messengers of AFW, who looked at her in the towel for a second because of how snug it fitted her, before shaking the image off and clearing his throat. He told her that she had a match right right now, and out of disbelief, Ame had asked him whether he was serious about a million times, before carelessly discarding her towel and ran at the man butt naked and leap into his hands in a hug--her breasts pressing against his face. After she forced herself to calm down, he told her who her opponent was, and she smiled a little bit in relieve. As far as she knew Isabella was somewhat new here as well, and so she was at least grateful for that much. The type of match was a little unnerving though, but she was mostly into those kind of hardcore and extreme matches anyway, so she didn't mind it much.

The messenger excused himself, and although wanting to rejoice, Ame settled for doing it later after the match--win or lose, she was glad she was in a match. For now, she went to her wardrobe and considered the many attires carefully. Not wanting to seem too slutty on her first match, while also wanting to please the fans, she settled for looking "slutty formal" by wearing a a bikini top and a pair of short shorts. She threw on the pieces of clothing quickly, and considered herself in the mirror, before she started through the hallway to the ring. Her theme song started, and she breathed a sigh as she went in, sending a few kisses to the fans whoa attended. She focused on the tables set about around the ring, and tested one by touching it before entering the ring and waited for her Isabella, doing a few stretches to pass the time.

To say the very least, Ame was no doubt impressed by her opponent, Isabella's strength. She had thought that what she saw from the girl on television was just her getting lucky against weaker opponents, but she was every bit as strong as Ame was. That said, Ame felt a little more uncertain now since she had just lost her main advantage in this match as she was hoping to rely on her strength to win this as usual.

Ame smirked at her comment. "I thought that those matches I saw of you on television was just you fighting weak opponents, but it looks like you can be as strong in the ring as you'll be in bed." Since the struggle of power wasn't going anyway fast, Ame quickly decided to switch her game plan as she stopped her pushing and pulled the girl into her, so that she could wrap her arms around her. Their breasts would press together hard and Ame would smile when the two were just a few inches apart, then she would attempt a belly-to-belly suplex.

Ame felt some more needed confidence for the match as she slammed the voluptuous, white haired female onto the map, the slam resounding loudly. It meant that she was so far in charge of the match, which was surely a good thing. Admittedly, she had thought that a match against the girl would have been nothing but a mauling, but she realized it was her usual paranoia getting the best of her. Nevertheless, she knew not to get cocky against this woman who actually had so much resilience that she was masochistic.

Ame stood up after the slam and slowly walked towards the rolling Isabella. "What about if I lose? Don't I at least get the pleasure of you doing your signature humiliation of your opponent's by having me cum until I can't think straight, Isabella-senpai?" She smiled as she stalked her slowly. She would get to Isabella's side before she could stand up and attempt to do a face sit - she at least wanted to enjoy and humiliate her as much as possible if she wasn't to win this match.

Ame had expected as much from the white haired beauty. Even while flat on her back, the woman was still smiling in enjoyment and still saw it as that her victory was inevitable. Ame couldn't deny that, even without the woman saying so herself, Ame no doubt had the shorter end of the stick in terms of who would come out victorious.

Ame continued her face sit, smiling in enjoyment as the girl tried effortlessly to get free under the weight of her and the warm embrace of her thighs. When she was pushed off finally by Isabella she wasted no time and would attempt to grab the girl by the bra that covered her breasts and pulled her up to her feet by it. Once she would get her up, she would use all her strength to fling the girl across the ring by the fabric, which would have either caused the bra to tear off completely or cause it to be out of place - either way leaving her breast's exposed.