FvT: Best Breasts Challenge! Lumi Sarn vs Amaya Tsuzuki

Best Breast Challenge! Match

Fighters must use their breast the majority of the fight. Titfight, sensual or otherwise are encouraged. All attacks not including the breast must be directed AT the breasts or involve the breasts in some manner. Attacks made specifically with the breasts may be directed towards any part of the body.

Winning Condition: When a wrestler makes her opponent submit, declaring that her breasts are superior by the submitting wrestler.



Lumi Sarn finished her stretches back stage, letting her hands run through her fine, long hair. Today would be her official debut in the AFW, and a truly exotic match type had been chosen by the establishment for her first match. At least, Lumi assumed it was exotic - she mused that this could very well be normal and tame by AFW standards, something which interested the French woman greatly. She was surprised the match was being billed as Friction versus Tension, as well - she assumed that more well-known faced would be used to drum up excitement for crossover matches. Ah, well, it didn't really matter. She planned on crossing over to Tension fairly often regardless, and would enjoy her first match despite any oddities surrounding it.

Finally stepping onto the runway, Lumi displayed no prematch jitters that first time wrestlers usually got, walking with poise and a certain confident, sexy sway to her curvaceous features, waving to the audience with long, delicate fingers and blowing kisses at particularly enthusiastic audience members. Her white bra and panties were skimpy by most standards, but in the AFW they were downright conservative, hiding the most sensual features of the wrestler from view and leaving room for imagination... at least, before Lumi slid under the ring and duly undid her bra-strap, letting the garment fall into her hand to the cheers of the crowd. "Incorrigible, the whole audience..." The French woman said to herself, shaking her head and smirking. She would lounge against a ring post, waiting for her opponent to arrive!

Spoiler:

Amaya couldn't help but wonder as she sat upon a bench in the locker room, wearing only a purple thong, just how she kept being placed into such crazy matches, her debut match having been a smother match and now she found herself moments away from taking part in something called a best breasts challenge. One glance downward though cleared up that confusion, the single mother bringing her hands up to the undersides of her breasts, gently cupping them and lifting them up a few inches as if she was weighing them.

"Guess its only natural that I end up in them, even in the AFW theres very few who can match, let alone outclass these mountains of mine." Amaya said to herself before pushing herself up off of the bench, the brunette beauty walking over to her locker to pull out a black jacket and matching short skirt, slipping into the skirt before she buttoned the jacket up along the front. She took one more look at herself in the mirror, pleased with the results even if she was going to just be stripping them off in a few minutes. "Alright Amaya remember, this is all for Reina, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."

After those quick words to pump herself up Amaya put on a wide grin before walking out of the locker room and to the entrance curtains, patiently waiting for her turn to come as she rocked back and forth upon the heels of her feet. Amaya's [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6wcGPzecaU:rkic8ci4]music[/url:rkic8ci4] began to play just as the lights went out in the arena, Amaya stepping out unseen onto the stage waiting for the song to hit the lyrics and once it did red and purple beams of light began to rapidly appear all around her, each beam only lasting a few seconds with Amaya changing her pose in between each burst of light beams. The beams would then vanish t be replaced by two large spotlights, one red and the other purple, which stayed on Amaya as she made her way down to the ring and even as she pulled herself up onto the ring apron and stepped through the ropes, the lights not returning to normal until after Amaya had reached the center of the ring and tore apart her jacket for all to see her magnificent breasts.

Amaya would then slip out of her skirt and kick it out of the ring, turning around to face her opponent for the night with quite the wide smile on her face, her gaze roaming down along the curves of Lumi with admiration in her eyes. "Just where does the AFW find all of us buxom women, I've never seen so many pairs of extraordinary tits in all my life, yet in the first two matches here I run into two such examples of giant breasts." Amaya thought to herself before stepping towards Lumi with her hand outstretched for the girl to shake if she so chose to. "While it seems backwards to introduce ourselves after we've stripped down to just our panties, my names Amaya, whats yours?"

Lumi couldn't help but smile as she saw her opponent's entrance. She was a sucker for big shows, and this girl new how to perform. She made a mental note to get a specific theme as soon as possible and work out her own bombastic entrance... honestly, it looked fun! As she watched the busty, strong looking women make her way to the stage, sizing her opponent up. A little shorter than Lumi, perhaps a little lighter, and slightly less busty, Lumi nonetheless took note of her strong arms and legs, and the confident way she carried herself. She wouldn't be a pushover, that was for sure - although she didn't look like a quite a powerhouse, either. A fine first opponent, all told.

Lumi's smile widened at the outstretch hand, although it remained small and coy. She accepted, holding it daintily and giving it a light shake. "Lumi Sarn, and yes, a bit backwards... ah well. I do hope you're prepared, Miss Amaya. Although this may be my first AFW match, you'll find me... rather skilled at the subject matter~" Lumi would give Amaya's hand a slight tug, and raise her other hand gently stroke the side of her opponent's breast - before turning and walking away, her hand slipping out of the policewoman's grasp and trailing her fingers against the police woman's hand, causing the feeling of contact to linger. She'd stand by the ring and wait until the bell rings!

Seeing Lumi up close Amaya realized that while the woman was no slouch when it came to the size of her breasts she wasn't her match either, the smile that had already been on her lips growing even wider as she stared down at the girl's naked mounds. It was also good to see that her opponent was polite as well, not anything like the rude wrestlers she had feared she would encounter when she first joined up with the AFW, Amaya shaking the woman's hand with a firm handshake before she would blush and glance down at the hand that was brushing along the side of her breast, feeling a shiver run up along her arm as the woman stepped away.

"Do not fear, I am about as prepared as anyone can be considering this is a best breasts match, I wonder who the lovely person is who comes up with these things is don't you? It doesn't matter though, sure you look good enough in this art but I believe we can both agree I am at an advantage no?" Amaya replied with a playful wink while her fingers ran down over the curve of her mounds, quite sure the eyes of everyone in the arena were upon her nearly naked body in that moment.

"Oh ref, mind handing me the bottle in my jacket?" Amaya called out, the referee in her lovely bikini handing her a bottle of oil out of her jacket pocket, the busty former policewoman wasting no time in squeezing out an ample amount of the sweet smelling oil onto her tits. Her fingers would spread the oil, massaging it into her skin until her breasts were glistening beneath the arena lights. "Would you like some Lumi?" She would ask before tossing the bottle towards the other woman.

Lumi's own smile widened a bit when she saw her opponent blush - that was a good sign. The older woman, although she appeared sexy and confident, had blushed at a gentle stroke. Perhaps this was a sign that she wasn't as experienced in hentai matches as she would have Lumi believe... with the right moves, the diva figured she could keep her cute opponent off-balance until she could overwhelm, dominate, and demolish her.

"I'm afraid I haven't a clue as to who invented the varied matches we find in the hentai roster, but I appreciate their... imagination~" Lumi purrs, eyeing up Amaya's body in a way that says the beautiful diva is already imagining the thrill of victory. "Your breasts are quite exceptional, but to be frank, I have doubts that they're up to the task of toppling my chest."

Lumi would catch the bottle, nodding thanks. "I like your sportswomanship, Amaya. You wouldn't believe the stories you hear about this place - could it be they were all fabrications~?" Quickly rubbing the oil over her bouncing bosom, Lumi would toss the oil away, before stepping towards Amaya. "Let's... commence, then~" If she could, she'd press her breasts against Amaya's, nipple pressing against nipple - not ramming them, just firm, continuous contact. "...And see which one of us will prevail~"

She couldn't help but let out a soft purr of delight as the oil she had massaged into her more than ample mounds brought along with it a delicious warming sensation, her choice to use sensual body oil instead of the more boring normal variety already proving itself to be the right choice just from how lovely it felt for her. Already her nipples were growing stiff thanks to the oil, something which could end up being a double edged sword if Lumi knew how to take advantage. More importantly however her opponent Lumi was soaking her tits in the very same sweet smelling body oil that was having such a delicious effect on Amaya herself, the smile on her lips only growing wider as she watched the woman knead the soft flesh of her tits for her viewing pleasure.

"What doubts you do have won't linger for long once our chests meet I assure you Lumi. I wouldn't know if they were all lies, having just arrived here myself, but heres hoping they are." Amaya replied with a light giggle following her words, her eyes scanning Lumi for any sign the oil was effecting the purple haired beauty just as it was effecting her. "Why Lumi, I never thought a new friend could make me so happy but you have done just that." She said teasingly before stepping forward to meet Lumi in the middle of the ring, thrusting her chest outward to spear Lumi's nipples with her own, even if the other woman wasn't looking for a confrontation this early on.

Lumi, her chest now nicely lubricated by the special, sensitive oil, followed Amaya's example, stepping forward to meet her opponent as the referee backed away and rung the bell to begin the match. The french heiress wore a light smirk as they got closer, keeping it confident and light... an expression which swiftly changed as Amaya brought their hardened nipples together surprisingly early! Sarn lets out her breath in a hiss, raising an eyebrow at the matronly woman. "Rather eager to commence, aren't you?" She asks, keeping her voice at a silky, luscious purr.

The diva pulls back, suddenly, and raises both hands to take hold of Amaya's wonderfully lubricated nipples, giving them both light pinches and tweaks! "Naughty, naughty..." She whispers, winking.

Amaya may have found her exceptionally large breasts to be troublesome at times but she had always been proud of her natural mounds, and judging from the look on Lumi's face she felt very much the same way about her own admittedly lovely pair. Her police training had helped her in her matches so far but there hadn't been anything at the academy that would help her tonight, unfortunately there hadn't been a course on tit to tit combat, so she was going to have to go with her gut tonight.

And her woman's intuition told her to impose her will early, Amaya listening to it as she speared her stiff nipples into Lumi's own. "Well whats the use in taking things slow?" Amaya replied with a loving smile, pressing her breasts firmly against her opponent's to make sure Lumi felt just how heavy they were. A sharp gasp escaped her lips suddenly as Lumi stepped back and pinched her nipples, a cute frown appearing on Amaya's face from the light pain coming from her swollen nipples. "Looks whos talking." She replied jokingly before her hands shot up to grab onto the undersides of Lumi's breasts, giving them a firm squeeze as she tried to then push them up into Lumi's face as hard as she could.

Despite Lumi's slight size advantage, the diva wasn't quite certain of her victory; this worry was exacerbated by the feeling of breast on breast. Amaya's chest was certainly quite heavy, and her pointed nipples already made the French diva's own breasts burn with the pleasure and pain inherent to this masochistic game. Perhaps, in this battle, wisdom lay in not hurrying into aggressive, full-on contact; a little bit of prep-work was called for, first... and Lumi was no stranger to playing with a woman's breasts. The pinch had been a good start, but perhaps a few more strikes before moving in to grind her opponent down...

Her train of thought was interrupted when her opponent suddenly took firm hold of her sensitive orbs, and used them to smash Lumi's face! Granted, the attack wasn't that effective--breasts don't make good bludgeoning tools in even the best of circumstances--but the surprise of the impact, along with the forceful squeeze on her tender tits, caused Lumi's mind to blank for a moment. The diva stumbled backwards, large breasts bouncing, eyes comically wide with surprise, and completely off balance!