Touko 'Dojo' Papillon vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

[BlackAkuma]

She. Jumped. On. Her. Back.

Dizzy had a high tolerance for pain, despite what you might think about her size. Specifically, though, she liked her pain when it was delivered by sexy women, preferably ones with thick and enveloping curves. She could overcome a lot of pain as long as she could derive at least some pleasure from it, regardless of the source.

But this wasn’t like any of that. This was a woman jumping on her back like a trampoline. Thankfully, again, Dojo wasn’t heavy, so it didn’t hurt as bad as it would’ve with most women, but still...

She was still aching like hell when she got flipped over, and her opponent proceeded to do a split right on her chest, pinning her chest beneath her crotch. The referee seemed a little confused by the unorthodox pin, but she dropped down and started the count up soon enough, slapping her hand next to Dizzy’s head.

”1…!”

Dizzy flinched and hissed, making an attempt to push up, but it didn’t work as intended. Deep breath. Focus.

”2…!”

She tried again and got her shoulders up this time, as she bridged off her back and threw her shoulders to the side. As she did, though, she decided to throw in a little extra, pushing her chest hard between Dojo’s legs, making sure her breasts rubbed against her more sensitive spot…

It wouldn’t be for long. Just a taste. But sometimes, a taste was all you needed.

[FatCat]

Touko had felt so triumphant, she'd even closed her eyes, when the referee began her count. She didn't even mind the fact the referee seemed to make an odd look at her choice of pinning manner.

"1...!", the referee counted and slammed her hand against the mat. Touko felt Dizzy flinching and slightly burrowed her eyebrows. Was she trying to break free? No way, she'd try that after the pummeling she got...

"2...!", the referee slammed the mat a second time. Now Dizzy seriously was trying to get up, much to Touko's shock. The girl managed to bridge herself perfectly, sending the petite martial artist tumbling to her side. Touko had no time to react, before she felt herself landing on the mat on her back.

"Fo-foolish girl! Didn't you understand the proverb I just... OH?!", Touko felt sudden shivers running up her spine at the surprising pleasure, and she clamped her own mouth at the moan she just let out. She looked at the Italian lying between her legs, or rather her breasts, rubbing directly at her jumpsuit-covered clam. She blinked at the girl a little. The first time was a clear accident. The second time was unavoidable. But the third time...

"Wha... What... What are you doing?", Touko asked, absolutely gobsmacked, unable to move from the sheer surprise.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy bridged up hard - hard for her, anyway - and the two tinyweights went tumbling, with Dizzy taking the spot on top. With her back still aching from getting vivisected by this woman’s feet, there wasn’ too much she could do at the moment, and Dojo probably could’ve wormed her way at without too much hassle.

‘Could’, being the operative word, there. As it turned, she was somewhat preoccupied.

Dizzy did her best to stifle a laugh that might ruin the mood, as Dojo squirmed beneath, utterly taken back by this sort of amorous assault. She shouldn’t have been surprised, frankly, wearing a jumpsuit that looked like someone had spray-painted it on her, but she didn’t strike her as the sort of person who put that much thought into such things. She was definitely putting in that thought now, though.

Dizzy crawled forward, rubbing her chest abs against Dojo’s softness, until her lap was pressing against the woman’s backside and their faces were aligned. She smiled down on her foe - a sweet, sinful smile - and let her hot breath cascade along her face with every word she spoke.

”What’s it look like I’m doing?” She licked her lips, making her lipstick glisten, as she reached up and tried to pin Dojo’s wrists to the canvas. ”Having some trouble down there?”

[FatCat]

"Hyah!", Dojo let out a moan as Dizzy crawled on to her lap. She really, really hadn't expected this. Even if Dizzy thought her jumpsuit was lewd, the thought never crossed, and still didn't cross, Touko's mind. She could escape - but her mind effectively hit blank right now. She was not used to such lewdness, at least in middle of a match.

"Mmph... T-this is against the rules, y-you know....", she responded to Dizzy's banter and tried to stifle the moans that Dizzy managed to create by rubbing her abs against her body. Still, what Dizzy was trying to do was rather apparent even to her dense head by now.

The younger woman's lipstick glistened in a hypnotic manner, and her hot breath alongside sweet words made her feel shivers in her neck. There were a few woos from the audience, more than likely from Dizzy's fans and a few other appreciative onlookers.

However, when Dizzy grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the ground, Dojo finally realized where this was going. The girl was trying to charm her way into a pinfall. Dojo grit her teeth in determination despite the red tinge on her face. The Fighting Papillon awoke inside of her. Seeing her legs were still free, without further thought, she clamped her thighs around Dizzy's torso - and squeezed, now performing body scissors.

"He-heh... Idiot. Butterfly-style teaches to retain one's vitality... tricks like these... won't work here!", Dojo panted from exhaustion but tried to smile. She wasn't very good at submission holds, but knowing her strikes had already softened Dizzy's midsection, and the fact her legs were strong, this should at least feel a bit and maybe get Dizzy to let go.

[BlackAkuma]

As it just so happened, Dojo fell into one of Dizzy’s favorite categories of women - namely, ones who were sexy but didn’t seem to realize how sexy they were. If she’d dressed up in an outfit like this, she would’ve played it up for all it was worth, and she wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised when someone tried to get a little close and intimate with her, especially in a LAW ring. But it seemed like the blonde was totally taken off guard.

It was adorable. It was cute. It made Dizzy just want to eat her up…

At the mention of rules, Dizzy had a dark, genuine chuckle. ”This is LAW, babe. If it’s sexy, the refs don’t care all that much. And this…is definitely…”

Dizzy began to lower her mouth, bringing her lips closer and closer to Dojo’s, so close she could taste the woman’s breath. But before she had the chance to make this match really interesting, her opponent seemed to break the spell, rising up with new life and clamping her legs tight around the Italian’s thin waist. It was enough to make her groan and arch her back, as the pain pounded on her ribs, forcing a hissing groan out of her.

”Aw, come on, really?” Dizzy abandoned Dojo’s ribs and brought her hands to her legs, vainly pushing at them to try and alleviate the pressure. ”Could make this a lot of fun if you’d let it happen, seriously.”

[FatCat]

Getting some more room to wiggle, Touko rose to her elbows, squeezing down on the body scissors a bit more. Seeing Dizzy groaning made her feel more confident about this match again - as well as satisfied. After all, this rotten girl had been groping her, and trying to turn this into a makeout session.

"Yes, really! As the proverb says... It's a wrestling match, stupid!", Touko yelled, not being able to come up with anything profound to say right now. The girl probably thought she was playing hard to get or something. Touko knew Dizzy probably would find a way to break out of this hold, so she'd need to break the hold soon.

However... she was still feeling pretty pissed about what this pervert was trying to do! Now people will be looking at her like she couldn't stand against some romantic tactics, or they'll be making lewd comments underneath the video clips! She'd really need to prove people otherwise in the future... even if she had to do hentai against this perverted Italian! But right now, she really needed to show this petite perv her place! And she knew exactly how...

Dojo finally released Dizzy from between her thighs, but followed it with a light kick to Dizzy's head, not to hurt much, but just to daze her long enough. Standing up in peace, Dojo fixed her jacket.
"Foolish girl... You really have rotten qi", Dojo said and leaned down to grab Dizzy by her head to haul the Italian up to her feet, "seems like I need to purify it out of your system."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy couldn't help but chuckle as Dojo grew increasingly flustered, even as the woman continued to clamp tight around her waist.. Adorable stuff, really, and it was actually a good thing they’d found each other as opponents. If this sort of amorous attention was getting to her, then she would have a hard time against a lot of the LAW roster, and it was better she learned how things were with Dizzy than with someone who used the same tactics and was good at wrestling. This place was filled with sensual predators who’d tear her to shreds if they could sink their fangs into her, and this was only the tip of the iceberg.

”Got a proverb for you, carina.” Her eyes narrowed with a devilish edge. ”Not all donuts are made without a hole.”

Unlike all the silliness Dojo had been saying, that one actually meant something, but before she could share what it was, her opponent went back into action, released the hold, and caught her with a quick kick in the face. Dizzy fell on her back, stunned for a moment, making it easy for the blonde cutie to grab her by the hair and lift her back up.

”Mom’s tried that for years.” She spoke through her grunts as she struggled in Dojo’s grasp. ”I don’t think you’ll do any better, sorry.”

[FatCat]

While Touko was hauling Dizzy up to her feet, her mind was somewhat casually distracted by the proverb she had said just moments ago. Not all donuts have holes...? Huh? Now what on Earth does that even mean? A donut without a hole is obviously a jelly donut, not a donut! That's just linguistic semantics! What an idiotic proverb....

She shook her head and focused on the match again. The girl was now on her feet, and she'd need to act soon to keep the dominance. She grabbed the petite Italian by her hair and began walking the girl up to the nearest corner, looking a bit like an old-time teacher taking a student to the hallway for punishment. In some sense, Touko felt exactly like that right now.

"Perhaps your mother's methods just weren't the best, foolish girl. That's why they hire teachers and coaches!", Touko said with growing glee as they neared the corner, "Shall we test it?!"

"ORA!", Dojo yelled as she immediately tried to push Dizzy's forehead into the top turnbuckle, planning to keep the girl stunned long enough to be able to set the girl up for her signature.