A Steamy Struggle: Angelina Tarrant vs Haru Matsuno

[Noob]

Still very much a rookie, Haru was eager to show everyone that she has what it takes to make it in this league. With today's match being best two of three, that meant she had the chance to show off twice! She was already planning out just how she was going to do it too. She'd make sure all the choreography was perfect! "I'll make sure the crowd gets a real good show today!" Haru exclaimed, pumping herself up for the match ahead.

Now waiting to be called from backstage, Haru would make a few last minute adjustments to her uniform. Of course she made sure her chest was completely contained and that she fixed the bottom of her outfit from riding up too much. She doubted her fixes would stay in place too long, especially considering the nature of the match, but she at least wanted any photos of her emerging from backstage to be perfect.

Spoiler

"Tonights steamy match is set for falls via orgasm, best two of three! Everyone welcome our first fighter, Law's newest self proclaimed heroine, HARU MATSUNO!"

"Haru's ready to rumble!" She called out as she burst from backstage, running past pink flares going off on either side of her. With an extended hand, she'd high fie a few members of the crowd as she approached the ring. The plucky heroine quickly made her way to the ring and would vault over the ropes. She barely stuck the landing but would try to cover it up by quickly spinning to face the entrance and wait for her opponent.

[Monsy]

Manny man. Tonight was two dumpsters full of ground beef levels of odd. Heroines, yeah. She knew what comics were. And the fact they exist? Also not so odd. LAW has its own Paladin in Trinette Vaillant, with astronomical levels of hot. And The Impossible, a mystery gal with a perma-wedgie and infinite hair product. Also hottie. Haru Matsuno? Holy Booby -- was the first thought. Hottie was the second. And what evil masterminded fuck set this girl up in a sex fight?... And why didn’t I get the shot sooner? Third and fourth. Now was better than never.

Let's go!
The titantron flashed the horned skull, and her song dropped with its riff and pedals. Always a kick to get the small pack of tryhards in the crowd to nod along. The black shirt and headband horns type. There were always a few. But there were many more who booed instead. Angelina was one of them. She was in the stands, standing amongst the crowd that was reigning down their distaste for their modern-day pirate that had yet to show up. Strawberry slushie in hand, Angelina raised her hand, thumbs down and yelled. “Go back to N.Y.C, ya shrimp-sized slut-truck!”

Spoiler

The crowd members beside her looked confused. A pair of bros, it seemed. “Aren’t you…?” They mumbled, and Angelina shrugged. “What? I can’t roast myself?” Her grin became cat-like, and she tossed the remains of her slushie into the guy’s shirt, then sprinted down the aisle, vaulted the barricade and turned around to walk up the steps backwards, pointing out to the crowd with a flipped bird. “Keep tryin’ to get undah my skin, Japan! It’s great!”

She turned around, walked along the apron with a hand on the upper rope, stepped onto the outer turnbuckle pads, ran up them, and backflipped into the ring. Always the perfect landing. A bit of pirate magic. “Yo-yo-yo!” She pivoted on her ankle to face her heroine opponent and made a confidant stride to the ring's heart. “You sure ya know what ya in for, girl? Because tonight, ya are not only fucked. Ya are also….” Her wrist rolled as she tried to find a better word, looking up to the heavens for Edward Thatch to give her the cue. Nothing came. “Well....Fucked.”

[Noob]

Haru watched the entrance, waiting for her opponent to show up and try to wow the crowd. The music started playing but to a surprisingly mixed reaction. While Haru was definitely happy to be the crowd favorite, she didn't quite expect the hurled insult to her opponent. "Ehhhh?" Her confusion was audible as it was revealed that Angelina was front and center throwing hate towards herself. Haru just continued to watch as her foe antagonized the crowd a bit more. "Ah...Got it. It's gonna be that kind of a day today." Haru mumbled to herself as she got ready to confront the other fighter. She did however appreciate their energy though, much preferring someone over the top to work with than the serious or stoic type.

Finally, with a display of athleticism, Angela entered the ring. Tilting her head to the side as she listened to Angela's taunts. For a moment there was no response as Haru inadvertently dropped character. A brief silence snapped her out of her thoughts though and the perky pinkette flared back to life. "Oh ya think so huh?!?" She retorted, hopping up slightly as she got hyped up. "But the crowd clearly wants to see you get what's coming to ya, and this hero of the people isn't about to let them down!" She announced, her hands now placed firmly on her hips.

There was a short pause before Haru continued. "So um yeah! That means you..." She'd point directly at Angela and held the pose. "...Are...getting fucked?" The last part didn't come out quite right. But it was nevertheless what was intended. Haru quickly shot the referee a pleading glance, hoping to get the match started quickly before she had to think of anything else on the spot.

[Monsy]

Sweet summer child. They were fuckin’ cute, even when they looked zonked for a moment. They became a million bucks and had a line or two to quip around. GOOD! She can’t remember at ANY point facing a heroine of sorts. Those wrapped up in tight clothes, colourful, the people, duh-people, and all that theatre shit she loved, loved, loved. Honestly. It was too long. The expectations were going through the roof.

She really liked their posture, hands on hips, pretty and tough-looking behind some dignity. They had a point to make, it seemed, to everyone. Cast away the devil and fuck Ms. Satan into a kitten, no? Well, that’s what she expected. And… They kind of had it. Angelina popped her brows, placed one hand on her hip and waited after being pointed at. Ya got this, honey.

“Ooooo.” Angelina tilted her head, then tied her hands behind her back. Her smile was cat-like, mischievous and plotting. Haru looked off, and that’s when Angelina stepped closer and closer, right into Haru’s finger, which prodded right into Angelina’s collarbone. She looked up at them just as the referee took Haru’s plea and rang the bell. “Ya gonna fuck me, huh? Alright. Come on, then, hero of the people.” She tried leaning in, “Make ya move.”

[Noob]

Mostly happy to have a bit of a back and forth with her foe, Haru ended her part of the exchange with her finger pointed right at Angelina. She wasn't expecting them to walk right into it though. She was supposed to be intimidated. Clearly psychopath behavior. And that's why the hero Haru would have to put her down. Of course she had to figure out how to react first. Her currently tilted head and confused stare weren't really getting the job done. Luckily the loud ring of the bell would distract most people from that.

"Well um alright! You asked for it then!" Haru finally replied, ready to make her move. "But maybe we start with some foreplay first." She continued with a giggle before quickly wrapping an arm around Angelina's neck and pulling her into a light headlock. She wasn't squeezing too tightly but it was enough to secure them in place while smushing their cheek against the side of her chest. Her goal would be to quickly twist, spinning the two around and tossing Angelina face or chest first into the corner. If all went well she'd follow up with a swift kick to their back, slamming their body hard into the turnbuckle.

[Monsy]

Ok, they might be adorable.
They let her walk right into the finger and did nothing. The look on their face seemed like brain stuttering. She kept her arms tied and smile true about it. Silently, she wondered. Kiss? Headbutt? Kick? Retreat? All good options. The match was young.

To Haru’s first line, Angelina nodded with slow blinks. Foreplay sounded good too, but she had some doubts they were that bold. The talk she was given before seemed to suggest so. And that body language. But all things could be proven wrong. So Angelina raised her brows for a second, acknowledging their giggle and almost tempted to laugh herself.

Then she got headlocked. Her feet clambered to catch underneath, but her upper body was always a full length ahead. Her cheek and half her face were being swallowed by a mound, clad in spandex. She was about to bite it. A quick turn in the head would have sufficed. But she was whipped around, stumbling, then crashed into solid unforgiving padding.

“Gh-!” Her head snapped off the top turnbuckle pad. Eyes closed, headache swelled, pain nipping from forehead, brain and neck. She grabbed her face with both hands, groaning, then ate that next kick across her back. It sounded like a whip.

“O-Ooooow!” Angelina whined. Her arms came back, crunching her shoulder-blades, biting her teeth and squeezing her eyelids into wrinkles. She broke down onto one knee, having jerked from the kick. One arm went across her back, holding it. “Man…” Her voice said, plainly, but with a small breathiness as she pushed up, placed her back against the corner and stared. “Funny that ya went for my back. I was plannin’ on blowing out yours.”

[Noob]

The crowd roared as Haru landed her opening combo. She was a bit surprised just how successful it had been and seemed to take a moment just to take it all in. After all live cheers were still a bit of a new experience to Haru. By the time she looked back at Angelina, they had turned to lean back against the corner. She bounced twice on her toes, ready to charge forth until her foe's words froze her for a brief moment. "H-huh?" The pinkette stammered at first. For a moment she forgot what kind of match this was "That's not how this is going down!" She huffed, cheek slightly puffed in a pout.

"First you go down! And then...I go down on you? No... wait..." That definitely wasn't right. Haru trailed off in thought. She clearly needed a better script writer but for now she had to make do with what she had. "Whatever, you get the point!" She continued before just shaking her head. She had enough with the distraction, having give Angelina more time to catch their breath than she wanted to. Now Haru was ready to strike again!

Intending to really crush her opponent in the corner, Haru lunged forward once more as she tried to throw her weight into Angelina. The goal was to hit them with a sudden splash, slamming her busty frame against theirs as hard as she could muster. If she managed to catch them in the corner, Haru would place a knee between their thighs and start gently grinding to have some fun focusing on the more important aspect of the match.

[Monsy]

This chick was living cotton candy. All that bright colour; its own flavour. Bubble-gum, watermelon red, sour raspberry blue and lemon yellow. She acted the part too -- stopping, when you should be charging, talking in that sweet tone. Babbling. It made your stomach ache. It also gave Angelina time to stand upright and bask in this botched tangent. Girl had the wit of a raisin, but by sweet Pirate Jesus, it somehow worked to get her feeling something.

For her part, she let it play out. Her head tilted, lips pursed, then pulled straight at the second failed attempt to spit something clever. “Pffft.”

Angelina laid her arms across the top ropes and stared in this light amusement written across a smugness. You get the point.

She cracked. Something of a laugh got into her throat, locked behind her lips. Her cheeks inflated and it sounded like this scratchy grumble. She leaned forward and rolled her lips in. Then, squashed all of a sudden. Breast to breast. “Geh!” Breath suddenly pushed out her lungs with only one exit, and sounded like a pop. Being so lithe meant she got a bit of a bounce and hit the corner as a ping-pong ball, then thoroughly squished against Haru, smothered by her weight and heroic spandex.

Her legs were spread after catching herself, where a knee slipped between. The short’s material was slick but thick and pushed against the red lace underneath -- into her groin and offered the friction of grinding a pillow, just with two layers in-between. The pleasure was in the imagination. It made her smile, and her rips rolled. She then grabbed them by the waist, both hands, digging in with her finger pads and worked her way up. Then, when it reached the chest, she hooked her fingers between the skin and attire -- and ripped downward to expose their chest.

[Noob]

"Looks like I caught you~!" Haru teased, pressing her body forward against Angelina's until her chest was strained against her outfit. There was no real response from her foe. Leaving them speechless definitely brought a smile to her face. "Hmmm cat got your tongue? Or maybe I'm about to?" Haru continued to tease as she leaned in until her lips were barely toughing Angelina's. She'd pause to see their reaction before just giggling and stealing a quick kiss.

Haru had managed to get the upper hand. Or so she thought. Too focused on trying to make Angelina's legs weak, she didn't pay much attention to their hands. "Haaah hey!" The pinkette gasped as her tits were quickly exposed to the crowd. Her face flushed a light tinge of red for a moment. Although with the type of match she was in, and likely to be in again, she should probably start getting used to showing a little skin. At the very least it was nice to hear the crowd's appreciation of her busty form.

"Careful! You almost ripped my outfit." Haru finally responded with a little huff. Her hands would slide up Angelina's body, soon grabbing and firmly squeezing their chest. In a bit of retaliation, she'd give their nipples a little pinch and a quick little twist. "I hope you know, two can play at that game though!" Haru's hands dipped slightly before her fingers wrapped around the bottom of Angelina's top. Taking the opposite motion from her foe, Haru tugged up, sliding the top right up over the other fighter's chest and giving the crowd something else nice to look at.

[Monsy]

Haru did indeed catch the Marauder. Quite a feat for a miss do-gooder! On the street, she wanted to be the unseen type. The kind you see catch ten minutes after the crime, with horns shrinking along the brick wall, deeper into the back street. Jangles of jewels in her small hands, the rustling slip and bump of stacks in her knapsack. Or the clang of safe contents, tucked into her armpit. By the time you spot a glimpse, it was from far away -- a rooftop, a middle finger salute, the drop of a horned skull calling card marking her exit.

The ring was like an open secret. She could do all the theft, pirating and stomping she wanted. It just gets placed on TV. And, better even, she met the targets up close. Body-to-body even, with the warm-tight brush of spandex onto her own smooth exposed tummy. Its sensitivity making her shiver. Her chest, smothered flat, made breathing a little harder as Angelina rode their knee gently, with small glides up Haru’s thigh, then down.

A breathy rewarded Haru's little scheme. Haru's kneepad had just enough ridge to feel a faint spark. Then, stolen by a quick kiss to make her smile, she refocused, and those two hands worked their way up Haru’s sides and not long after had pried that chest right open. Angelina had a quiet laugh. A maiden’s blush to serve as ice cream that Angelina lapped up mentally. The buzz made her chest skip and Angelina smiled like the devil. “That was my intention.”

It was her expectation that THIS is where things would begin to turn. Little damsel can’t handle the nudity, stutters and frustrates, then exploit. Fuck them into the mat. Make it a show, lick your fingers clean then thank them for the meal. But. Nipple twists… Fuckin’ nipple twists. “H-HAH-HEEEEK!!”

Angelina’s knee lifted off the canvas and she made a ridiculous face. One eye large, the other small, her mouth showed teeth on one side in this tear-drop shape, while the opposite side pulled flat. She leaned back into the corner. “F-Fuckin!--" She fumed, then had her own chest exposed. A perky pair, with pink nipples standing at attention thanks to their little twist. She lit up bright red from cheeks, over the nose to her ears which went hot. The first thing Angelina did was cross her arms over the sensitive part, whined, then chewed her bottom lip.

“That wasn’t in the script, dickhead!” She barked, breathed in, then threw a stiff fist towards their face in hopes of driving them back.