Bounciness on the Beach: Rena Reinhardt vs Yahagi Fujimoto

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Beach Battle
Ring surrounded by water
Bikini Attire
Opponent must make the opponent cum, submit, or pass out
No rope breaks for body to body attacks against the ropes or corners

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Yahagi was always one to make sure she was noticed, not so much because she was necessarily egotistical or selfish but because it was fun. The way the crowd bathed her black thong-and-top clad body in looks lustful and admiring, the way their eyes widened when she paused to spin and flex the carefully cultivated muscles that lined every inch of her, and the way the sound of the crowd swelled with her every move was invigorating. Yet these were just minor pleasures to the muscular middleweight, tretching the middle and top ropes in a show of her biceps before stepping over. It was clear she was about as heavy and built as her weight range allowed, with bountiful breasts and dense biceps atop a bumpy core and tighly packed, sharply cut thighs. She was almost pure muscle yet every inch of her was alluring to sight and soon, her opponent's touch.

Rather than an agent picking an opponent, Yahagi had specifically requested the blonde whose muscles and whose chest seemed to be of equal prominence. She was a heavyweight rather than someone who came close to bordering on that classification and her promotional pictures exuded that aura of massive, indomitable, ever-hungering power. Even before her eyes had set on the big blonde's grin, Yahagi had a widening smile and had reached for her phone. Her agent got a quick call later.

The Japanese wrestler wasn't a very vain woman. This might have seemed hard to believe with her still flexing her arms as they stretched out over the top ropes while her dense thighs crossed as she leaned, showing off enviable muscles. She knew by all means, Rena's sheer size wasn't purely height but also her build. Yet as Rena entered the ring, Yahagi would saunter off to the middle, tongue licking her lips and her own chest jiggling oh-so-nonchalantly. Her tensed muscles would be clear as day to see, the fair sun above making her glisten before Rena.

She felt it was good form to show that she was more than a little enthusiastic to have this match.

"Not often I wrestle against the kind of women my old league was known for." Yahagi spoke, casually stretching her arms back. Her own bust, quite sizeable all things considered, stretched against the thin black fabric and its globular, beautiful shape revealed itself. "Nothing like some real steel to taste test on a fine day like this hm?"

She'd casually inch a little closer, her breasts coming close to Rena's if she allowed it while a sly look played across her features. Her hands were going to the cups of her top, sliding them slightly.

"Why don't we start this off with a mutual squish hm? I'd love to see what you can do with those beauties~" She offered. The whistling, whooping crowd was distant to her. This blonde beauty was all she cared about. Now, she wanted to make it clear the sort of matches she did.