Amaya Keiko(D) vs Golden Liger - An Embarrassing Debut

[The Riders]

Holding her face and chin from taking that big boot to the face, there was a lot of hatred and anger in that kick from what she could tell. To be fair the fans turning on her hurts worse the the kick to the face, it wasn't supposed to be like. It was to go much different when she was first signed and now everything is going wrong.

Glaring at Amaya after hearing her speak bout that stupid pendent of hers. Swearing to herself as she is dragged over to the corner by her foe tired and feeling defeated... Like wanting to give up and quit... her mother was right she wasn't cut out of this life...and now it shows to her in the face that the business is not for soft innocent girl's like her.

"UGhhh" Her leg's twitch from feeling Amaya weight slam into her chest crushing her. Laying prone on the canvas her eyes closed letting out small groans of pain.

[Violet]

The pendant was all she brought from her former life to this wrestling world, so no one better touched it lest her releasing all the wrath she could. Amaya didn't care at all about the drama between the crowd and Liger. She probably didn't recognize or hear their boos as her senses tunneled to one goal - to make Liger pay for what she'd done.

The bicycle kick worked more than she intended. It kept her foe incapacitated, giving her plenty of time for her next move. Soaring through the air, she crashed onto Liger's abdominals with a shrieking thump! The smack surprised Amaya as she saw Liger's limbs spring up in recoil!

Not one to want this to drag out to a horribly painful and arduous match, she hooked a leg for a pin. The crowd rallied behind her with aplomb cheers! The scene painted a grin on the rookie's face, thinking her career is on the right foot and the right track!

"One!!"

[The Riders]

Liger comes to slowly, coughing and gagging trying to get air back into her lungs, taking that moonsault from Amaya hurt a lot more then she realized and paying the price for it. letting out a low groan not knowing her leg is hooked for the pinfall.

"TWO!!" The ref counts about to go for three and award Amaya her first ever victory.

But Liger kicks out at two and a half, lifting her arm into the air for the match to continue. Head still throbbing from the bicycle kick and a wheezing noise coming from her chest, rolling over onto her side kicking the mat in pain.

"I'm... I'm not losing to some rookie like you."

[Violet]

Is this it? The question pervaded Amaya's head. And the crowd's as well. She crashed onto Liger's abdomen seamlessly, delivering pain helped by gravity. It appeared like it knocked the air out of the poor girl as she sputtered under her. The crowd roars filled the arena for the upstart. It brought a smile on her face to feel her dawning fanbase support her, albeit just on her first official match.

"One!" The first strike of the palm on the canvas in her favor made her heart skip a beat. She hugged their leg tightly, pulling on it until it touched her side. "Two!" She can't believe it. Just another second and the victory would be hers. But just as the hand reached the highest point before having its final strike, Liger kicked out! The haze of triumph that once loomed over them eroded in a flash! Amaya was thrown off of her, rolling until she sat just Liger's head.

"Ugh. You should have just stayed down. Now I got to beat you more." Amaya whined.

Soon, still sitting above Liger's head, she turned around. An idea sparked to keep them at bay for a moment's notice. She kicked her legs out to stand on all fours. She crawled until her hands rested at their both sides; her ample bosom with her pendant dangling in front of it would loom above Liger's head. She'd bring it down, going on full smother! Her amulet laid across their flat belly and touched her chin as her breast jiggled. She'd make Liger regret ever kicking out!

[The Riders]

Not like this... especially not to someone like Amaya ... those type of girls who come in all happy with the world.... someone like her when she first started out, starting to see the business for what it really is.... and why her mother is so ruthless and jaded all the time. This business will chew you up and spit you are so the next one can come along, and then your forgotten....

Liger looking up at the lights before seeing a dark image appearing over her face looking up and staring into Amaya bust perky chest. Struggling and kicking her legs up trying to get free.

[Violet]

It wasn't a power move. Nor a technical one. But it served its purpose, and that is to keep Liger at bay, just until another opportunity presents itself. Amaya is not along with the best wrestlers in this promotion nor a good one at that. And Amaya knew it too well. So, she decided to make do with what she has instead - an ample bosom.

Her perky breasts molded upon their features, locking them in a full smother. However, the unusual position she took didn't make it effective as it should be. She was above their head, so her limbs were pretty much open to doing anything. Liger's very own rack also rested under her head. Every buck, arch, squirm sent them flying to her face—it was a wee bit uncomfortable, to say the least.

So, she decided to shift things up to keep her ball rolling. Arms planted on their side, she crawled, until she's face to face with their hips. Her legs then slithered around Liger's features - like an anaconda closing in on its prey. Her inner thighs’ suppleness grazed their cheeks before squeezing like vice grips. Her ankles crossed and locked, glutes tensed, and butt perked up to seal the deal. Her arms stretched outright and planted to the side of their hips, she would look to her back and meet the eyes of her foe.

"Hope you like this better, Liger-chan!"

[The Riders]

Darkness is all she sees as Liger panics and frails around from under Amaya busty breasts smother, doing anything she can to fight her way out of this humiliating hold. "MMMPHHH", her legs kicking the mat trying to push herself up or push Amaya off.

Taking big gasps of air coughing and panting thinking Amaya going to pin her or something else, but to her shock and anger it was just for her opponent to lock her in a tight head scissors. Those thick soft thighs wrapping around her head squeezing like a tight vice grip Liger face is sealed tightly in Amaya plump rear cutting off air to the woman.

"MMMPPPHHHH" her arms struggling to break out of their opponent grip as she struggles to free herself, her face starting to turn red from the lack of air. "MMMMPPPHHHHHHHH"

[Violet]

Her supple thighs homed in on Liger's cute face, squeezing it like a python would with its prey. Her muscles contracted to cut off her airway as fast as possible! Soft inner thighs rubbed with their warm cheeks; crotch rested on their chin.

Amaya offered no vestige of mercy. She'd make them pay for the vehement disrespect that they dished earlier on.

"Hope you think about what you did a while ago with my pendant while you are in there Liger-chan! Cause you'd be in that for a racking time!!" She giggled before wrapping her arms around Liger's legs to restrain her further!

"Unless you tap, of course! It'd be easier for the both of us if you do!"

[The Riders]

"damn it... I'm stuck and she got a good grip around my neck..." Liger thinks to herself groaning out from the pain, her neck caught in Amaya vice like grip kicking her feet still trying to get free or loosen the grip.

Her sight is getting blurry, spots appearing in front of her face as she starts to go limp from the lack of air. Panicking not wanting to lose like this Liger gives it one more attempt to get free, before she passes out and loses the match.

Grabbing Amaya rear with her hands digging her nails into the opponent plump rear end, her leg's wiggling and trying to wrap themselves around Amaya own head in a head scissors as well.

[Violet]

Amaya felt the victory approaching! A stellar debut for a would-be star-studded career. How they spasmed under her was stark proof of it! How they desperately sucked for air as her thighs squeezed their trachea. How their legs bucked in vain like a mule! She donned a grin as she looked behind her shoulder, watching them transcend to dreamland!

But doubt soon clouded her confidence as Liger scratched her butt. Nails dug in supple flesh, pricking like thorns! Amaya let out a yelp, eyes welled up, she squeezed more and more to speed up the process to her win! That she did until Liger wrapped her legs around her cute neck, clamping in.

"Fuahh! Wh-why couldn't you just tap!" She cried out, caught in the world's hottest noose - a headscissor!

She could feel their muscle tensing under the comforting fat of their thighs with her cheeks! They closed in, too tight as she felt her breath being taken away! Amaya bucked hard, kicking her legs out which in turn rubbed with Liger's neck and features! She'd try to take her top position as leverage, trying to pry their thighs off!