Hot Molten Gold: Carmelita De Leon vs Chiyo Hamamoto

[Misfit_Alien]

After kicking out of that pin attempt, Carmelita is left worn out and beaten...but she still holds the resolve to continue. As Chiyo began to speak about that inner fire and spirit, Carmelita's mind was wracked with the issue of trying to figure out SOME way out of this bind. If she couldn't, that incoming Dropkick would spell the end of her...for GOOD. She couldn't let that happen. She WOULDN'T let that happen. As she rests on the ropes, her weight causes the elastic cord to sink...prompting an idea out of the Spaniard. She turns toward Chiyo and spots her preparing her attack, and as she approaches, Carmelita takes a giant leap of faith. She closed her eyes and dropped down, dragging the top rope. She clutched it tight, all in hopes of evading the Dropkick. If things went in her favor, this would send Chiyo spilling to the outside...Moments later, she would open her eyes in a cold sweat and find that she was still standing in the ring, unharmed. Or at least, none the worse for wear. She turned and looked as if the world felt as if it were moving in slow motion, and she spotted Chiyo on the outside of the ring, slumped over on the floor after what had to be the roughest landing of her career.

It worked...It really worked. Carmelita's desperate ploy actually paid off. With a soft, tired chuckle, she made her way to the outside, standing over Chiyo's body, lifting her and propping her against the barricade, and just...staring at her for a moment. "You talk too much~...gives me too much time to recover." She whispered, teasing Chiyo with a slight smirk. "Though I will say, sorry about the rough landing, I wasn't anticipating you to...y'know, fly out like that." She looked at the hurting Chiyo's face, a little concern washing over her as she held her up. There was so much she wanted to say at that moment, so much she wanted to do...in her mind, she pictured herself comforting the pink-haired woman, ignoring the match's status, and giving Chiyo a ki-...Wait. No. Wait. WAIT...Did...Did she REALLY imagine herself doing that? Was she actually considering that deep down? She understood that she felt an...attraction...toward Chiyo. Her supple but trained body. Such a smaller figure but still capable of extraordinary things. She enjoyed feeling the woman's body against her own. The intimacy and connection she felt was second-to-none...but was she actually FALLING for Chiyo? This...It HAD to be superficial. Chiyo was JUST attractive, nothing more, nothing less.


So why was Carmelita struggling to attack her while she was helpless?


All of a sudden, a few cronies would try to mess with Chiyo and interfere with the match. They began to snatch at her hair and body, aiming to drag her over the barricade, making it appear like Carmelita had shoved her over. If she were sent over the barricade, she would be out of the referee's vision...Meaning Carmelita could win via count-out due to her cronies keeping Chiyo trapped...and even potentially bringing harm to her as ''punishment''. The Spaniard grew LIVID over this thought as she pulled Chiyo away from their grasp, almost hissing at them as she stared DAGGERS into their souls. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!" She yelled, shocking her coattail-riding entourage...and even herself. She shuddered for a moment before composing herself. "Lay a finger on her, and you're FINISHED, understood? I'm going to beat her MYSELF. Got that?" She said, pulling Chiyo away.

Why did she do that? Why did she give up such an easy win? It was in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was let go, and she would win without any further struggle. But, for that same strange reason as before...Carmelita ENJOYED that struggle. She enjoyed that ''blinding passion'' that Chiyo was spouting about. Furthermore, she didn't want this match to end...certainly not in that fashion. She contemplated her next move. In her current condition, she wasn't strong enough to do that one thing where someone put someone else through the announcer's desk. Chiyo was still putty in her hands. Additionally, she was running out of time. Right. There was no time to waste. She rolls Chiyo back inside the ring, sliding under the rope after her and grabbing hold of Chiyo again. She holds the woman tight from behind, pressing her body against her backside and squeezing her waist firmly as she whispers again. "I don't know if you can hear me but...make no mistake about earlier. The only one allowed to put their hands on you is ME. Understood? I'm not going to let a single person touch you. No one is going to ruin this for me. When I beat you, you'll immediately realize it was because I was BETTER than you. Because my fire was bigger and brighter than yours...So until then, not one person will lay a finger on you so long as I'm around. Beating you is worth more to me than gold, Chiyo. She said, attempting to finish the woman with her finishing move, the Golden Hour...A quick German suplex that sends Chiyo in an overhead arc, slamming her onto the canvas, back-first followed by a transition into a wonderful Snap Piledriver, which plants the pink-haired woman onto her head.

Spoiler

With Carmelita's assault complete, she pins Chiyo down, covering her for the win. She drapes over Chiyo's soft figure, letting the woman feel as much of her own hot, sweaty body against hers as possible as she hooks her leg. She lets out an exhausted huff, breathing raggedly as her body begins to feel sluggish. The match was taking its toll, and her poor stamina wasn't helping her case...Still, she covered Chiyo...this was her moment. This was the start of her new beginning. The referee's hand goes up and-...


"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"

"....-"

[PuroQueen]

This dropkick never ended pretty every time Chiyo had landed it before. It was a staple of hers from back in the indies, one that had seen many a girl getting a face full of boot before their whole bodies were flung out of the ring. She could still remember the groans and winces from the small crowds, the look of utter shock and pain that had plastered the face of every opponent forced to bear its effect. It wasn't an expression she looked forward to seeing on Carmelita. But she'd have to contend with it very soon, because any second now, that exact same fate was about to spear right through her downtrodden foe. Or so she thought.

CRRRAAASH!

"AAAAUUAARGH!" The scream of pain from the poor pinkette was almost as loud as that cacophonic tumble. The base of her spine had been the first to experience the brunt of the blow, landing on the unforgiving, cold, concrete flooring that surrounded the outside of the ring. The rest of her body followed suit soon after, tumbling and thrashing along the smooth surface before coming to a rough thud alongside the barriers. The look on Chiyo's face said it all, the poor rookie was in utter agony! Every nerve ending felt like it had been set ablaze, every fiber of her being begging for relief. But she would find none on the outside of the ring. Instead, there was the neutral tone of the referee as she began her count, the deafening roars of the ecstatic crowd, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, the sight of Carmelita in the ring, her fingers still clutching the ropes where Chiyo had been sent soaring through.

Even with the mind-numbing pain, an ever so small smile formed on the girl's lips. This was the first time someone had countered her signature in such a manner. What Carmelita had just accomplished was a stroke of wrestling genius! But Chiyo was in no mood to congratulate her competitor. What was surely a feat for her opponent was nothing but hell for the rookie. She was paralyzed on the outside, utterly immobile even as Carmelita slowly began to approach. Chiyo's quivering hands held themselves out in front of her as Carmelita approached, more so out of instinct than a formal plea for mercy, but to her surprise, Carmelita actually did show her some reprieve as she loomed over her. Chiyo didn't know what to feel. If the Spaniard wanted to stomp her out or slam her around on the outside, the rookie wouldn't blame her one iota. Carmelita had earned every second of this moment, this was her turn to capitalize. So why was she... hesitating? Chiyo lowered her hands just a bit to meet Carm's gaze. There was something about the way the woman looked at her, eyes soft with understanding, compassion, and want. Chiyo was still too racked by pain to return the same emotional gaze. But somehow she knew that despite it all, Carmelita would understand.

"Wha - What are you doing! Stop it, sto-AAAAAH!" The deeply interpersonal moment was broken off almost as soon as it had begun. Out of seemingly nowhere, a flurry of hands reached down from over the barricade, snatching and clawing at the downed girl's features! Her hair, once perky and bright in its signature ponytail, was now disheveled and messy as fingers roughly clawed at it. Small tears were beginning to form in her shoulder straps as even stronger hands gripped onto them, hauling her inch by inch over the steel barricade. Chiyo screamed and thrashed, boots sliding uselessly against the concrete floor in a feeble attempt to find purchase. She didn't know where the assault was coming from or why those in the crowd would try to interfere with the innocent wrestler! Nonetheless, Chiyo shot Carmelita a look of pleading, begging her opponent of all people to come to her aid!

Her opponent's next words took the whole arena by surprise! Chiyo let out a gasp of relief as the many pairs of hands simultaneously released their grip, letting the pinkette flop down back to the cement with a loud groan. It was only now that she realized who those people were, the same cronies that had accompanied Carmelita into the arena, the same goons who had undoubtedly made a habit out of helping their leader in various matches before. Chiyo wouldn't have much time to mull over the situation, as Carm quickly dragged her back into the ring for more.

Still unable to mount much of a resistance, Chiyo could only twitch and teeter as she was dragged up to her feet, kept standing only by Carmelita's firm grip around her waist from behind. Only now would she begin to contemplate the events that took place on the outside, unsure of whether she should blast her opponent for bringing them here in the first place or silently thank her for choosing to end this honorably. But she wouldn't need to do either, as Carmelita soon snapped out of her hesitant trance, removing any and all confusion with a gentle whisper in her ear. Chiyo let out a sigh, not of defeat but of relief. This was the opponent she wanted to face. This was the opponent she wanted to do battle with in the ring. Seeing Carmelita so confident sparked joy inside the young rookie, but her determination to see this match through far outshone any platitude she could have shared with the Spaniard.

"Just... shut up and fight me," Chiyo whispered, her voice laced with equal parts confidence and goading.

Carmelita delivered with resounding success, sending Chiyo soaring through the air in an arc that was near picture-perfect. The arena suddenly became inverted in Chiyo's eyes, the world around her nothing more than a blur of lights, screens, and faces. The back of her neck smashed into the canvas, shaking the whole ring in the process, while her body came to a rough tumble. Chiyo didn't even have time to process the pain as Carmelita was already on her once again, this time to deliver an even more body-shattering piledriver that sent the poor rookie on the brink of unconsciousness. Feeling Carmelita's inviting heat sliding overtop of her made it even more difficult not to slip into the sweet realm of sleep. Her opponent's body was like a blanket, powerful but not overbearing, hot but not uncomfortable. Their sweaty bodies heaved against each other, tired forms ebbing and weaving amid the gentle tides of their labored breaths. The first count was complete gibberish in Chiyo's ears, a testament to the sheer damage her body endured from Carmelita's devastating finisher. The second was less so as Chiyo's breath became more steady, her vision slowly shifting into focus.

"THR-" The third wouldn't even have a chance to land as Chiyo's shoulder suddenly sprang out from the canvas, bucking off her opponent with a smack of belly on belly! Chiyo's voice sputtered and coughed as she rolled onto her side, clutching the back of her neck where Carmelita's latest move had been concentrated. The arena was sent into a fervor as the rookie earned her freedom, wanting with every fiber in her being to keep the fight going. But if the pained look on her face said anything, it was that Chiyo was in no condition to retaliate quite yet!

[Misfit_Alien]

After finishing Chiyo off, Carmelita covered her with her body. She hooked her leg and rested easy, assured of her victory...Or, so she believed...because at the very last second, the pink-haired woman's body came to life like Frankenstein's monster, her elbow twitched, and her midsection bucking upward to stop the count before the referee could finish uttering the words that would have brought this match to a climatic, almost-Shakespearean close. Carmelita's eyes widened with shock as she looked at Chiyo. The Spaniard was not glaring daggers at her. She looked at her in pure awe, hovering over her in stunned silence. Then all of a sudden...a giggle. A giggle that transformed into an earnest, albeit soft and strained, laugh as Carmelita found the entire situation humorous. She laughs as she leans over Chiyo, trying to compose herself before looking down at her again. "You really are the most insufferable opponent I've ever had to face...No one has ever driven me this far. No one else has been so irritating to deal with. No one else has managed to burden me with such a challenge. Right when I think you're finally done, you don't stop. That flame of yours...is certainly annoying to compete with, Chiyo." She said. "It's comical, this whole thing...I started off hating your guts, and now...All I want to do is hold you in my arms and tell you how much you mean to me. Curse you, Chiyo Hamamoto...You've managed to melt my heart." She said. "If you wanna keep fighting, that's fine by me. I'll pin you down however many times it takes until you hold still." She said.

Carmelita lifts Chiyo back up and places her against the corner, but she doesn't assault her. Instead, while the Japanese woman is limp and slacking against the corner, Carmelita brings her down gently to a seated position. "We were in this same spot before, and I think you know EXACTLY what's about to come next. However, this isn't me trying to embarrass you. This is me offering myself to you...Get a good feel, Chiyo. Because my body is worth its weight in gold..." She said before drawing her bottoms up and pressing her exposed cheeks right into Chiyo's head, burying her face between her ass and delivering a lovely and lengthy Stinkface. She moves her hips from side-to-side, rubbing them up and down as she grips the ropes tightly, face burning red as she takes the time to indulge herself and Chiyo with a respite from all the pain, substituting it for pleasure...at the expense of the pink-haired woman.

Spoiler

[PuroQueen]

No other woman could have made being called insufferable sound like a compliment. Only Carmelita's silk smooth voice carried the same air of reverence that would allow those words to seep into Chiyo's very being, and remind her of why she had first dipped into the squared circle. She became a wrestler because she was insufferable, because she was too stubborn to give up when things got tough, because she was too defiant in the face of adversity or challenge. It was the same passion that drove most wrestlers to the ring she supposed. Sure, some found that spark later than others, as Chiyo had the fortune of witnessing firsthand tonight, but when they did, it was a thing of beauty, and Carmelita was no exception.

And that same drive was what allowed Chiyo to perform her small miracle, her body popping off the mat with only milliseconds to spare! Her coughing fit slowly subsided as Carmelita lay into her with more honeyed words, each syllable more provocative than the last. Chiyo wanted to say something, to open her mouth and let her opponent know that her bravado was blinding, but nothing, not even the Orchard of Gold blazing bright as ever above her, would stand between her and victory tonight!

But as Chiyo had made it clear earlier on in their match, words did little to prove one's worth in the ring. Only actions spoke volumes, and right now, Carmelita's body was doing all the talking. She picked the young rookie up to her feet, dragging her to corner as her boots slid uselessly along the canvas. She was thrust into the turnbuckles, arms perched along the ropes as her body slid down against the padding. But all the pain and weariness would soon be worth it as Carmelita's voice once again graced her ears.

The arena lights became blocked by a new, even brighter sight: That of her opponent's bulbous butt cheeks, round and perfect, bearing down on her with comforting strength. Chiyo didn't fight it this time as she had before, she simply left her face brace the inevitable, mouth and chin dipping between the inviting curves of the Spaniard's derriere. Her mouth puckered instinctively from between the woman's flesh, dotting Carmelita's cheeks with wet, indiscriminate kisses. Even her tongue joined in the fray, seeping out and savoring the brunette's succulent curves. Luckily, Carmelita had spared Chiyo her vision, the pinkette's ambers eyes peeking above the woman's crevice as she gazed upon her opponent's sweat-slickened backside with renewed awe.

The audience cheered on the erotic display, enthused the match had taken on such a steamy tone! But Chiyo paid them no heed. She knew full well Carmelita's actions were not meant for cameras or crowds. There was no malice behind each shake of her booty, no humiliation to rub in with her flawless ass. Only warmth and love was massaged into Chiyo's face. Though battle would ultimately dawn on them once again, Chiyo enjoyed them moment for what it was meant to be: A welcome relief from all the pain and tears of the ring, and a reward for the passion the rookie had infused into her opponent.

[Misfit_Alien]

Insufferable...So very insufferable...That's an apt description for Chiyo, but with Carmelita's interpretation, it was more of a compliment than anything else. That stubbornness of hers was something else. Chiyo's unyielding spirit and unbreakable body proved her to be somewhat of an immovable object. Though Carmelita was far from being considered an unstoppable force, she would no doubt try to overcome Chiyo's passionate fire with her own. After placing her into the corner and delivering her spiel about her feelings toward her opponent, Carmelita readied herself to deliver another Stinkface. Of course, this one differed from the last one...The context and tone behind its existence weren't born out of malice. Carmelita wanted to give herself to Chiyo, offering what many considered her sexiest feature...her lovely hips. Wide, round, pillowy...everything you could want.

Before proceeding with her next move, Carmelita had taken a long look at Chiyo's aching expression. She was tired and hurt, pushed to her limits by the Spaniard...an achievement Carmelita wouldn't take lightly. She felt so much joy in looking at Chiyo's beautiful face. Even now, after everything, those soft features seemed adorable. It made the Spanish woman's heart flutter. She could barely contain her admiration for Chiyo's skills and adoration for her beauty. However, this was still a match, so things had to continue...The show must go on!!! She backs her backside up and squishes Chiyo's face with her ass, burying it between her cheeks as her face turns red. The Spaniard blushes uncontrollably, waggling her hips to shake things up as she sways Chiyo's head from side to side, ensuring that the girl would feel it all.

To Carmelita's delight, Chiyo accepted the gesture, returning the sentiment by embracing the Orchard of Gold's hips, eyes peeking over the curved horizon of Carmelita's butt as she puckered her lips. The Spaniard can feel the Japanese woman's kisses across her skin, sending chills down her spine as her toes curl. Her body started to shudder as the match took a VERY sensual, steamy turn. Shortly after, Carmelita could even feel Chiyo's tongue putting in a bit of work as the wet surface slides across her ass, allowing Chiyo to get a hint about what Carmelita might 'taste' like. With the warmth of her thighs and buns pressed against her opponent's face, Carmelita continued to push it further, wedging Chiyo's face as far as it could go, wanting to make sure that Chiyo could take it all in...not just the feeling or the taste, but the smell as well...Despite her ragged, worn, and sweaty body, the well-pampered Spaniard still had a lovely aroma to her. This scent...Chiyo would be encouraged to enjoy a whiff of Carmelita's hips...lest she passes out from lack of air...That breathtaking aroma smelled almost like...the scent of cherries and vanilla. Pleasant and easy on the nose, not too strong or vibrant...soft and gentle...

Eventually, Carmelita peeled her ass off and away from Chiyo's face, feeling a string line of saliva connecting the woman's hips to her opponent's lips. She shudders and coos, blushing harder. "My my...you really did enjoy that. I'm...glad." She said nervously, legs shaking profusely as it looked like they were prepared to give out at any moment. As if on cue, Carmelita's knees buckle from exhaustion. In her daze, she falls right in front of Chiyo. The Spaniard lands on her weak knees, flopping against Chiyo's body...and landing face first onto Chiyo's chest. The moment was a complete accident, unintentional on the Spaniard's part, and yet...she wasn't immediately pushing away from Chiyo. She just...laid there, enjoying the comfort of the Japanese woman's breasts caressing the side of her face. She looked up at Chiyo's eyes with this lustful gaze. "Chiyo, I-...may I?" She asked, lifting a hand onto her chest, just shy of touching her breast. Her question was about whether or not she would be allowed to show Chiyo some...affection of her own.

[PuroQueen]

Did Carmelita single handedly contain the most divine ass in all of LAW? Smushed between her cheeks, Chiyo certainly thought so. But then again, the burgeoning joshi didn't have much experience with other wrestlers in the league, let alone their asses, but there was no denying the heavenliness of her opponent's booty! - A notion the rookie never thought she would have pondered on when she first stepped foot into the ring with the once haughty woman. In fact, Chiyo never thought she could get so frisky with a fellow wrestler in the ring at all! The idea would have discomforted her if asked only a few hours ago, but right here, right now, trapped between the plumpness of her opponent's soft curves... nothing felt more right! She could feel the heat emanating from Carmelita's body, a pleasant scent mixing with their adrenaline laced form to produce an intoxicating brew that filled her nostrils, accompanied by none other than the taste of the Spaniard's skin on her tongue.

But Chiyo's body had reacted involuntarily, the desire to worship her opponent building within her at an alarming rate. Her mind on the other hand, knew deep down that she had to resist. She couldn't let Carmelita's seduction distract her from the match, and from winning. Finally, along with one last wanting kiss, Carmelita's ass was removed from Chiyo's delicate face, the Japanese girl left gasping for air, her body still buzzing with arousal. That quickly changed into an expression of concern as Carmelita collapsed in front of her, both fighters clearly tired out from the fruits of their battle. Chiyo tried to pick herself up from the canvas, but the lingering presence of Carmelita's weight kept her pinned to the corner, panting and heaving as her opponent slumped against her.

Once again, Chiyo embraced the heat of Carmelita's body against hers, the warmth of her face against her breast. For a moment, she was tempted to give in, to let herself be consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. And perhaps even more enticingly, to succumb to her opponent's invitation, to let the woman reward her with the otherworldly pleasures Chiyo was sure Carmelita was more than capable of providing. But with a harsh blink, Chiyo steadied her breathing, her quivering lips slowly coming still.

"Carmelita-" It was all Chiyo could say for now as her hands suddenly reached out in front of her, latching onto her opponent's wrists as they hovered just mere inches from the rookie's perky breasts. "You deserve so much more...I can give you so much more" Chiyo softly whispered. "But after the match... after we've earned it...after I beat you" The rookie said once more, this time with a sly smile on her lips.

Chiyo almost felt bad for what she was about to do. Carmelita was opening up her desires to her, and Chiyo wanted those supple fingers on her chest just as much as her opponent did. And in turn, she wanted to explore every inch, every curve, every feature of Carm's body - but outside of the harsh physicality of the ring, where they'd be free to reward each other for all the effort spent inside of it. Chiyo was confident her opponent would understand, but just in case, she would make up for it in another way. She let go of her grip around Carm's wrists before suddenly wrapping her hands around the Spaniard's head instead, and thrust the woman face-first right into her cleavage! But Chiyo didn't plan on letting her opponent off that easy, as she would then wrap her legs around's the woman's curvy waists and squeeze down hard! With her opponent vulnerable and splayed out on top of her, Chiyo had to take advantage of her, and she would attempt to do exactly that by trapping the women in a wild, front facing bodyscissor breast-smother combo!

[Misfit_Alien]

Feeling Chiyo's soft lips and slick tongue against her accentuated curves really made the Spaniard's heart jump for joy. Her legs felt weak in the heat of the moment. Perhaps that's why she fell atop her newfound crush...Crush? Was she...really in love with Chiyo? She certainly had her 'feelings' for the woman. Feelings of fiery passion and intense desire. Perhaps this was a momentary fling amid a very intense, temperamental situation in a very heated match...Maybe these feelings meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Maybe...-just maybe-...it would be better to focus on the match ahead and leave these emotions unexplored...And maybe that TRULY was the correct decision, but Carmelita was a Spaniard through and through. In her heart was the blood of centuries-old conquerors and explorers. No doubt within her mind would be enough to shake or sway her feelings.

Of course, her feelings nearly got the better of her as she pawed at Chiyo's chest, desiring more. If it weren't for the pink-haired woman keeping her head above water, things definitely would've escalated to a bizarre degree. Though, that made the goal all the more tantalizing and desirable!!! Carmelita wanted to explore the world of Chiyo's body, and she would stake her claim by defeating the fiery woman!!!

However, Red Hot Chiyo Hamamoto had OTHER ideas in mind...Namely, smothering her opponent with that oh-so-lovely rack of hers. Carmelita was pulled into the woman's chest, eyes widening as her panicked yells were muffled. She was silenced within moments, her struggles being reduced to mere squirms. She was squished between the bra and soft breasts of her Japanese opponent. She frantically tried to resist and escape...And yet, it was so enjoyable, so satisfying, so warm and tender...Carmelita wanted to drift off into a pleasant sleep, cuddling Chiyo's body in her arms. She pressed her lips to her bra and left a lipstick stain, giving in slightly. It appeared as if she was about to fade. Thankfully, by a stroke of luck, Carmelita managed to grab the rope with one hand, calling for a rope break and a separation of the two that left the Spaniard lying on her back a few feet away from Chiyo, gasping for air with a face full of red. Had Chiyo not been sat in the corner by Carmelita earlier, the Spaniard couldn't have grabbed the ropes so easily. The match was nearly finished right then and there, but there was still more to be done before this fight could reach its climactic finish. However, with little oxygen in her lungs, Carmelita was as good as a sitting duck surrounded by ravenous alligators in a freshwater lake...

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo couldn't recall the last time she had resorted to such a scandalous submission move. If the situation had been reversed, and Chiyo had found herself trapped within the breasts of any other woman in the ring, she was sure she would have been beyond flustered! But with the glittering woman in front of her, Chiyo couldn't help but feel a little envious that she wasn't a victim to this very move right now. Carmelita's mounds had been a feast for the eyes ever since she first gazed upon them. Now that Chiyo had gotten a wonderful sampling of her opponent's booty, she couldn't help but ponder as to what wonders lay between her bosom. A strange thought for a wrestler, perhaps, yet she offered the delicacy to her opponent nonetheless, smothering her face with it's lustful expression lost between her cleavage.

Even the way Carmelita thrashed and swayed between the throes of her breasts was rhythmic in Chiyo's eyes. She struggled and fought to keep her opponent secure, more than content to earn her victory by gently putting her opponent to sleep. Their corner was an ample resting place, the padding like a pillow as Chiyo rested her back, and snuffed the air from her rival with wanting moans and compassionate chirps. But the corner carried with it other opportunities as well, opportunities that her opponent was quick to seize on: The opportunity for respite. It took longer than it should have, but the rookie eventually realized Carm's fingers had found the bottom rope. Chiyo was quick to release the hold soon after, her legs unwinding around Carmelita's frame as the woman toppled back a few feet away from the corner. While they had been separated, Chiyo couldn't stand the loss of warmth that ensued. She rushed forward, draping her body atop Carmelita while her other hand gently propped up her shoulder from the mat, purposely dismissing the referee's count. Her hands resorted to gently combing through the woman's hair, her throat purring with unriddled delight as she peppered the woman's scalp with soft kisses.

"You may have gotten lucky just then, but you know what? That doesn't matter. You have fire in your belly, Carm, I can feel it! And I... I need it. But if I let it burn too bright, if I let it consume you too much then... maybe it'll burn me.... m-maybe you'll beat me." The realization hit Chiyo like a bag of bricks, her warm breath panting overtop her rival's face as she summed up the will to continue. "I want you to shine, Carm, I want you to glitter like the gold you are. But not tonight, not against me. I have to win, Carm, I just have to. I'm going to finish you now, and... it's gonna hurt, and there's nothing you can do about it, Carmelita. But that fire in your heart - promise me you'll never let it die, okay? Promise me it'll follow you into every match, through every victory and every defeat. Including tonight's." Chiyo closed with a whisper, letting her forehead linger against Carmelita's for a few seconds longer.

"Well... maybe it doesn't all need to hurt."

This whole match had been building to something big, something meaningful. And now Chiyo would finally revel in that moment before delivering just that. With her foreboding declaration left to fade into an afterthought, Chiyo slowly let her lips wander further downward from Carm's head. First they trailed along the bridge of her nose, then the tip of her philtrum, taking a slight detour around her rival's dimples before finally, Chiyo's lips found Carmelita's. The young rookie hesitated at first, only suckling at the bottom of Carmelita's lips with soft nips, before finally summing up the courage to take the plunge. That moment was magical, a kiss with a woman she would forever be proud to share her first intimate venture with in the ring! Carmelita's sweet and pleasant scent mingled with Chiyo's much more adrenaline laced aroma, producing an arousing mix that coated the tips of their intertwining taste buds. Chiyo moaned with delight as she felt her opponent's tongue clash with hers, their lips sharing an embrace neither one of them was too keen to break off anytime soon.

But victory was calling, a bittersweet one at that, one that could not be won through love or affection, but only through battle. Chiyo's mouth parted from her Carm's, a savory bridge of wetness still connecting their wanting lips. With nothing more than an affection gaze, Chiyo slowly lay her opponent down face up on the mat before she herself rose to her feet. The act was met with deafening cheers as the pinkette raised both fists high in the air, her face tired and weary but nevertheless proud as it shone in the spotlights. Chiyo looked back to make sure her opponent was properly splayed out before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Without a quiver of doubt, Chiyo suddenly sprang into the air, flipping over at the apex before landing with an exhilarating belly-to-belly standing moonsault right on top of her opponent! But the pinkette wasn't done, far from it. Carmelita deserved the best, and Chiyo would give her nothing less as she worked her way back up to her feet once again, offering her opponent a sympathetic but fleeting glance before making her way to the corner. She climbed the turnbuckles but didn't ascend all the way, stopping once her feet rested on the second rung. She thrust her fist into the air once again, basking in the adoration of the crowds before leaping backwards with newfound height, soaring and flipping through the air with double the grace of before!

And just like before, Chiyo's belly would come crashing into her foe's battered stomach, their tummies coming into thunderous contact as the ring shook beneath the sheer power of the impact. A double moonsault, one that would surely leave her opponent writhing in agony. The crowd gasped, amazed, but at the same time concerned with the downed woman's wellbeing. The onslaught could have ended with Chiyo just locking in the pin right then and there. But the stubborn rookie didn't even consider it. Her opponent may be in pain, but her attack had yet to reach its finale. With a loud groan, Chiyo made it to her feet once more and scaled the same turnbuckle. This time she made it to the very top, shooting finger guns into the crowd as she urged them to cheer her name.

"RED...HOT....CHIYOOOOO"

With that, Chiyo took the plunge, leaping off the corner and somersaulting through the air. Her attack took on never-before-seen heights, her nimble frame blurring through the air in a blur of red and pink. The maneuver was immaculate, the airtime was gravity-defying, and the suspense was heart-wrenching. The conclusion to Chiyo's Flaming Triad finisher was poised to be grand! But it wouldn't be Chiyo technique that would determine the result, as skilled as she was. With just seconds to spare before the gut-wrenching impact took place, only the Golden Orchard's willpower could decide if Chiyo's words prophecy would prove true, and Carm's fate would be sealed beneath the final moonsault... or perhaps the woman's resolve was somehow still strong enough to stave off what was surely impending defeat!

Spoiler

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita managed to escape her precarious situation by the skin of her teeth. After avoiding a narrow defeat at the hands of Chiyo, she found herself on her last legs. This was no longer about running on fumes. At this point, the Spaniard was running on HOPE...the final embers of her spirit were about to be tested. However, though she escaped one scenario, she was immediately thrust into another, but this one was gentler...far more...tender. Chiyo pounced upon her, draping over Carmelita's figure with her own. The Japanese woman, unable to resist her own urges and desires, comforted and cradled Carmelita's head. She kisses the top of the Spanish beauty's face, flustering her greatly as Carmelita melts from all the warm, fuzzy affection Chiyo bestows her with. She felt undeserving in a sense...despite her pleas and desires, Carmelita had a thought in her mind. It screamed that she hadn't earned this...she didn't DESERVE this. In one fell swoop, Chiyo burned...no, Chiyo INCINERATED that thought. Carmelita's arms rise, wrapping around the Japanese woman's body, clinging tightly to her.

Then...Chiyo began to speak, addressing Carmelita directly as she comforted her still. Every word the woman said felt inspirational. How could such an optimistic, idealistic, dorky, naive girl have such an impact on the life of a once-arrogant, self-absorbed, self-serving Spaniard? Carmelita couldn't quite answer that. She just wanted to bask in this glorious moment as she hung on to every word Chiyo said, listening intently to every syllable that left the woman's lips. Chiyo wanted to win...Carmelita did too. Even as Chiyo declared that she had to win, that she was GOING to win...Carmelita felt inspired to try her best to prove her wrong. Her desire for victory spawned not out of malice but to show Chiyo that even the last bit of her energy could rage like an inferno. She wanted to be as bright and fiery as Chiyo...at this point, she idolized the woman. She was like...she was like the radiant sun, high up in the sky, surrounded by everything as every little speck of stardust revolved around her. Carmelita was content to be within her orbit, constantly near and revolving around that bright ball of sunshine and positivity. However, part of her HAD to fight back. She tried to resist and then suddenly-...

-CHUUU-

The Spaniard's eyes go wide...Her body is left in shock. Her heart skips not one, not two, but four beats...the color drains from her face before returning as a bright, vibrant red...Her body felt weak before suddenly feeling like she had just had the best night of sleep ever. No...even that wasn't enough to describe how life-changing this moment was...The moment when Chiyo's lips touched Carmelita's, sealing their feelings for each other with a deep, passionate kiss. The moment was beyond magical...it was mythical, unbelievable, indescribable...Carmelita's world faded into a black void, soon filled by the scorching scenery of a raging bonfire. The contrast between the warmth of Chiyo's body and the coolness of her lips caused Carmelita to reach a fever pitch of sensual proportions. Their tongues clash and embrace, simulating a similar battle for dominance and exchange of heartfelt love. When the sun had set on their intimate moment...when Chiyo laid the Spanish beauty down, a trail of saliva still connecting their sweet lips...Carmelita could do nothing but bask in that sunshine. For the first time, she had found true happiness that stemmed not from material things, worldly desires, or her insatiable greed. She had discovered true love in the very first kiss of her life that actually meant something.

From that point on, Carmelita was as still as a board. It was as if time had been dilated...she could not move. She could not speak. She couldn't even shift her eyes. As Chiyo moved to set up her finishing move, Carmelita continued to lie there, embracing what came next. One flip later...Chiyo crashes down atop Carmelita's body, inflicting the woman with a great deal of pain. She shakes, grunts, and recoils in agony...but she doesn't move. She doesn't buckle. She endures, not allowing that sparkle in her eyes to vanish. Again. Another flip. Another impact. This time, MUCH bigger...far more powerful...far more painful. Carmelita cannot brace herself, her body is too weak, and she cannot muster the strength to resist. She yelps with a guttural sound, a deep wheeze escaping her lips as spittle flies out. The air is knocked out of her body as Chiyo crashes atop her figure for the second time. Yet, she was still conscious, hanging on by a thread, her embers still alight...It was time...Once more, Chiyo descends upon the Spaniard, having climbed up to the top of the turnbuckle, flipping off it, and landing upon Carmelita's body with the biggest, grandest impact of the match thus far...Carmelita's heart was shaken, her body went numb, everything went white, and her eyes went white...After collapsing atop her body, Chiyo had her opportunity to end it. There was no resistance...there was no fighting back. It was just her, her flames, and the scorched Spaniard that lay beneath, ready to be pinned.

[PuroQueen]

Fire is a fickle and whimsical thing, flickering and swaying to its own rhythm and caprice. It is a creature of its own making, untamed and unbridled, free to grow and surge at its own discretion. At times, its warmth can be comforting and all-encompassing, a necessary component of life itself. But in its other form, fire can be searing and burning, leaving behind a permanent reminder of it's dual nature. Chiyo had never pondered on such deep meaning when she had chosen her ring name back in the indies. Her outfit was red, she was fast, and... she was hot! But in much the same manner as Chiyo had inspired Carm, she had helped the rookie to discover herself in a new light as well.

Red Hot Chiyo was the embodiment of that same fire. Her love for the sport of wrestling burned deep within her soul, fueling her every move in the ring. And now it had found its way into her opponent's very being, a burning hearth that would hopefully forever guide the golden orchard through every journey and battle from here on out. But Chiyo was on a mission, driven by a fierce determination to emerge victorious and imprint that devotion on the Spaniard's frame! As she stood atop the turnbuckle, poised to deliver her third and final moonsault, the energy that radiated from her was nothing short of mesmerizing. The two women had shared a deep and intimate moment in the ring just moments before, their lips entwined in a way that left no doubt about the intensity of their connection. But that connection had to be set aside, as this was the moment they had both been fighting for, the moment that would define what this whole match had been about: spirit, drive, the overbearing will to come out on top.

The crowd held its breath as Red Hot Chiyo soared through the air, her body twisting and turning like a flaming comet hurtling towards the earth. In that moment, nothing existed but her and her opponent, the world outside the ring falling away into a blur of colors and shapes. As she began her descent, Chiyo could feel the heat of glory igniting within her, a white-hot fury that burned with an intensity that bordered on madness. Time stood still as if Chiyo was suspended in mid-air, her body twirling like a flame caught in a gust of wind. Muscles taut and vision dark, Chiyo didn't open her eyes on purpose, for if she did, she would certainly be blinded by the glimmering, shining brilliance of the very same woman she was about to crush.

Then, with a force that could only be described as explosive, Chiyo came crashing down onto her opponent, her body connecting with a deafening thud. The impact of her body meeting Carmelita's was like a thunderclap, shaking the ring to its very foundations. For a moment, it seemed as though the earth itself had shifted beneath their bodies, the force of the impact reverberating through every inch of the arena. And yet, even as she lay atop her opponent on the mat, Chiyo was brutally aware of the dichotemy. There was pain, certainly, the kind of bone-deep agony that comes from being slammed into the mat with the force of a meteor. But there was also passion, the heat of the moment fusing their bodies together in a way that left them exhilarated and enraptured. For a moment, both women lay there, paralyzed by what had just happened, the audience as well stunned into silence... before they erupted into cheers! And then, slowly but surely, Chiyo's arm crawled down Carmelita's length, her fingers receptive to just how badly her opponent's body was wracked with pain. Finally, her fingers hooked around the women's curvaceous thighs, summing up just enough energy to lift Carmelita's leg up and secure the pin!

"ONE!"

Chiyo's body molded to her opponent's in a way that felt like they were becoming one. The heat between them was overwhelming, their skin slick with sweat, and their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Chiyo could feel the rapid beating of Carmelita's heart against her own chest, the rhythm matching the thundering of the audience's applause. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, intertwined in a way that melded raw physicality with unfiltered emotion. As the referee raised her hand once more, Chiyo leaned in closer, her perky breasts sliding directly over Carmelita's luscious form as her arms went to further secure her shoulders to the mat.

"TWO!"

The count continued, each millisecond a heartbeat between their shared chests. She felt Carmelita's ribs rise and fall beneath her, labored and strained from the pain she had inflicted upon her. But Chiyo didn't feel a twinge of guilt. They had shared something special just moments ago, something that transcended the boundaries of sport or competition. Their match was desire incarnate, an inspiration not only to themselves but for all curious as to the wonders that could be shared and discovered in the ring. The crowd was privy to it too, erupting into a frenzy of cheers and applause as the referee raised her hand for the third and final time. But Chiyo tuned it out, her senses tuned solely to every twitch and tingle of her opponent's muscles.

"THREE!"

For a moment, Chiyo lingered there, her face buried in the crook of Carmelita's neck, her body trembling in complete ignorance that the match was over. The urge to fight and win had dissipated as soon as the referee's hand had smacked the mat, replaced instantly by the desire to love and nurture her battered foe. But she couldn't move, her hand still hooked beneath Carmelita's legs as her body continued to wrap itself in the woman's golden aura. It would take the unwanted prying of the referee's fingers to finally separate the two, revealing to all the trail of tears streaking down Chiyo's cheeks. In that moment of victory, Chiyo felt a surge of emotion, a sense of triumph that was both cathartic and transcendent. She knew that she had given her all, and that her opponent had done the same. It was a testament to the power of passion, to the unyielding force that drove them both to push beyond their limits. Chiyo slowly worked her way up to her feet, draping Carmelita's limp arm over her shoulder as she assisted the woman to a steady rise as well. She pushed away the microphone shoved in her hand, covered her face as the camera flashes blinded her. Any other night, with any other woman, and Chiyo wouldn't have hesitated for one second to bask in her glory. But not tonight. Her victory was for her and Carmelita to share alone. But Chiyo would also give Carm her due, raising her hand to be met with love from the crowds.

The two women embraced, the heat between them still simmering as they made their way out of the ring, their bodies exhausted but their spirits lifted. As they disappeared behind the curtains, the crowd continued to roar, the fire of their passion still burning bright in the minds of everyone who had witnessed the enthralling match!


Victory via Pinfall: Chiyo Hamamoto!