Aarna Mehta vs. Bailey Byrnes - Hentai Match

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta vs. Bailey Byrnes
Match Type: Hentai Match
Victory Conditions: The winner must force the loser to a climax. The loser must then finish the winner off.

Aarna Mehta stood backstage in a big white jacket, hugging it around her. It was cold backstage--way too cold to be wearing nothing but a bikini under this. She huffed, blowing air out of her cheeks as she shook her head. Of course they had her doing another hentai match. After an... unfortunately one-sided affair, she wasn't looking forward to this again. The Indian girl was hoping to get a regular match to show off her moves, but management insisted otherwise.

She figured that maybe that was a good thing. She must have looked good losing... or something. There had to be a reason she was asked to do it again, much to her chagrin. And she had been thinking on what to do differently this time. How she could come out on top. Mehta, ever the strategist to an exhausting degree, was determined to figure out a way. And she had come up with mild ideas... but then got lost in the ways those ideas could be countered. And then she was left back where she started: not really sure how to win in this sort of match.

"Ugggggh... This is impossible!" said Aarna out loud to nobody in particular, stomping towards the stage. "Can someone play my music, please!? I can't stay back here anymore. I need to... I don't know, be gawked at or whatever I'm supposed to be doing in this match," said the Indian girl, letting her anxiety get the better of her. Almost as a response, her music did start, and Aarna looked pleasantly surprised. "...Oh. Well, thank you!" And with that, she got out on the stage and looked around at the crowd.

Woman of Intention by Deap Valley was playing as Aarna Mehta just walked down the ramp, waving and smiling at the crowd. She couldn't focus on any kind of sexy entrance. She didn't even know what one may entail. She was just focused on getting down to that ring. And she went up the steps, doing a slight hop. "Ah! Cold steps!" she exclaimed, doing a hot foot up to the apron before stepping through. She went to the center of the ring and sucked in a deep breath before dropping her robe, revealing a rather revealing strapless bikini that showed off virtually all of her. She had it recommended to her by a friend and the crowd cheered the bold choice. Waving with a smile on her face, she muttered to herself, "Yeah, you love it you little perverts..."

Then, Aarna would head to her corner and take a deep breath, reclining against the corner as she waited for her opponent to arrive, still mulling around strategy in her head.

Spoiler

[FreestylePoet]

Unlike her opponent, Bailey Byrnes was excited to be in a hentai match. A normal, everyday hentai match. No mat wrestling idols or oil wrestling threesomes here. For once, she had the chance to use the full range of her athletic arsenal... And to wear her awesome main ring attire instead of some stringy bikini.

Unlike her opponent, Bailey Byrnes was laser-focused as she stood backstage. Because of how gimmicky her earlier matches were, this was a soft reset of sorts. A new debut. The Ginger Snap wasn't about to let that chance go to waste. She breathed deeply and did her best imitation of kata, summoning every ounce of her kung fu flick knowledge while solidifying her game plan.

Unlike her opponent, Bailey was all smiles coming down the entrance ramp, waving and basking even as all eyes were on her tight, blue-wrapped curves. Philly Forget Me Not put a pep in her step, and Bailey gave a low whistle when her gaze turned to the ring. It looked like Aarna had a wholly different idea for her attire. Not that Bailey minded catching a peek at... almost all of Aarna, but getting turned on wasn't exactly the goal here.

Like her opponent, though, Bailey Byrnes was winless. She'd been fucked silly by the Sparkling Idol Barbara, and while her performance was admirable in her triple-threat match, Bailey just couldn't come out on top. That had to change. She slipped into the ring, ready for yet another go at this sexfight thing.

"Hey there!" she called out to her opponent, flashing a quick wave. "I heard you don't have any wins yet, either." Her face bloomed in warm pink as she gave Aarna a sheepish grin. She scratched the back of her head. "Sorry in advance for what I have to do to you to get there, but I'm gonna be getting on the board today."

Bailey Byrnes, the Ginger Snap

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta waited in the ring and reclined, thoughtfully looking over at the big screen over the stage when Bailey came out. It looked like she was wrapped in an outfit too, but she seemed to be checking her out already. She shrugged--being attractive to her opponent wouldn't hurt, not at all. And Bailey seemed cute enough. The Indian would then wait for Bailey to enter the ring until she finally pushed herself away from the corner. She seemed friendly, but maybe a little uncomfortable, judging by her blush.

Mehta would wave a little, smiling and giving her a peculiar look. "Heeeey... you. What exactly do you plan on doing to me that you're going to regret, exactly?" asked Aarna, tapping her chin. "Because I am absolutely planning to do a lot of sexy things to make you feel good. ...I mean, not planning, because I don't really have a plan, but I am absolutely going to make you orgasm. And I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy it." Sagely, Mehta grinned as she nodded a few times.

Then she paused and gestured to Bailey. "But anyway, let's get that outfit off so we can get started," remarked the Transcendent, addressing the robe that Byrnes was wearing. Surely she wasn't going to be wearing that much for this match--it was a proper hentai match. Aarna was down to the smallest, tiniest thing she could put on. Of course Bailey wasn't going to compete wearing that.

[FreestylePoet]

Apparently, Bailey's opponent had a different idea of how this match was gonna go. She couldn't blame Aarna, either. The Ginger Snap knew from personal experience that skimpy attire was common in hentai matches. Hell, Bailey had wrestled in nothing but bikinis and less for four years of college. Still, some fans preferred to watch gals go at it in their regular attire, struggling to strip one another before getting to the main show. Bailey jumped at the opportunity to wear her (she hoped) super cool wrestling attire -- leaving poor Aarna in nothing but a pair of strings!

Bailey giggled at the disparity in clothing between them before raising a cocky brow. "Oh? Trying to get me naked already?" She dropped her voice to a taunting, sultry tone. "Well, if you want these off, you're gonna have to..." She took another step closer, dropping her voice so that nobody but Aarna could hear. The crowd would be left to fill in the blanks with the most sensual taunts they could imagine.

But in reality, Bailey was just being a good sport. "...Pull them off. Literally. That's it. They're snap buttons, both on the corset and the top, here." She cupped her own breast, fingers tapping along the gold line of her qipao as she mimicked a lurid gesture -- again, a trick for the audience. "I'm not wearing anything under it!" she added with an excited whisper.

Then she stepped back, raising her arms in a classic kung fu pose. Her voice was back to its normal cheery register. "Got that? Let's get to it then, so I can have you cumming on the mat!"

[Dubski]

Aarna watched her opponent with the flattest of expressions as she explained to her that she was going to keep wearing that outfit, crossing her arms, potentially ruining any actual conclusion the crowd could draw that it was an incredible sexy tease. Her eyes rolled upwards and she let out a sigh. "So you're wearing that and I just look like an idiot. That's fine. Thanks for the heads up, I guess," replied the unimpressed Indian girl. She wasn't thrilled about the optics of her being in the tiniest of outfits, standing against someone in a full on robe, but she figured she should just deal with it.

Mehta would then stand there casually as Bailey struck a martial arts pose, raising both of her eyebrows incredulously at her. "...Sure, okay," was her simple reply to the final statement Byrnes had made. Waiting a few moments, Aarna would then make her first move. In which she would just reach out with both hands and try to snatch the buttons on Bailey's outfit, aiming to unfasten both outfits and rip off the thing wholesale. It was the easiest plan that Aarna Mehta maybe ever constructed, but she figured she may be able to get some success with the brazen nature of it.

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey empathized. Really, she did. Granted, she'd have said Aarna looked hot rather than stupid, but in a way, Bailey had left her out to dry. It was only right to help her out a little. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

As soon as the bell rang, Aarna struck! She reached out, intent in her eyes. Whatever she was trying to do, though, Bailey wouldn't just let her! She planted her front foot hard on the canvas and stepped back. Little did she know how perfectly she was playing into her embarrassed foe's hands! Bailey managed to keep her opponent away from the corset, but her top was caught with ease! When Bailey pulled away, that only helped Aarna pull it off.

The top of the qipao popped open, revealing Bailey's breasts for all to see! Now her clothes hung uselessly around her torso, like a tied-up hoodie, and camera flashes swelled around the ring.

"Eager, eager, huh?" she teased. Normally, she would've thrown in a run of her hands across her upper torso, or maybe a winking tweak to a puffy pink nipple. But this was a match, and Aarna had struck first blood! Bailey couldn't let the Indian girl show her up like this. "Well, if you wanna get close... let's see how you like this!" She closed the gap once more, hooking her right arm out as if to lock up with Aarna and attempt to wrestle her to the mat. Instead, however, she pulled that arm in at the last second, spinning around in place to deliver a spinning backhand chop to Aarna's own breasts! Bailey hoped to make like for like here, spilling the Indian girl's boobs right out of her microkini!

[Dubski]

Well, that was easy. Aarna thought the words as her very simple first attack where she casually just tore open the top part of Bailey's outfit had succeeded simply. She loved when her easiest ideas succeeded! And now, Bailey's breasts we fully on display for everyone, and she gave a brief nod of approval at them. Her opponent was certainly hiding a hot little body under that outfit. When Byrnes spoke, Aarna just smiled back and shrugged. "Well... I mean, you told me how. It just made sense."

But then, Transcendent was confused when her opponent did a spin, canting her head slightly. At least, until she was hit in the chest with the backhand chop, tanning her breasts as she yelped out loud. "Ah!" said Aarna, her breasts bouncing out of her little micro bikini as she held them, wincing. Seeing they flopped on out, she would hurriedly try to put them back into the garment. However, the nipple was still fully revealed on the one side as she hissed out in pain, fully hardened already.

"That really hurt!" shouted the Indian girl, stomping back towards Bailey. She had to make a move back, obviously. Puffing out her cheeks, she readied herself before leaping up into the air. Aarna would then attempt to hit a hard kick towards Bailey's own breasts, looking to give them the same kind of abuse that her opponent had just put on her own!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey wasn't a jealous woman. Now that she'd all but chopped them loose, she could see that Aarna's assets were bit bigger than hers. Not a problem in the world could be had with that -- except that the Indian went and covered one of those rockin' tits right back up!

At the sound of an indignant shout from her opponent, Bailey shook herself out of her drooling. "It's a wrestling match! Did you really think we were just gonna strip down all nicely and--" Bailey couldn't finish her retort before Aarna planted a foot right in between Bailey's own breasts! "Ow!" she yelped. Aarna was right. It did hurt. But that was the point -- one, it seemed, she was going to have to remind Aarna of herself!

"Alright, that's it. Guess I'm gonna have to make your night a lot worse before I kiss it better!" With a cry, Bailey charged at her opponent, this time not even bothering to feign one approach with another. No, she was honest in her aggression as she went for the oldest play in the catfighting book. It went by many names: a double-legged takedown, a basic tackle, but here in the squared circle? Bailey Byrnes was going for a good old-fashioned spear!

[Dubski]

Aarna huffed in annoyance as she landed the kick to Bailey's chest. She was fortunate for her flexibility to get that high. But it did seem to give her a satisfying retaliation. But she did take pause upon realizing her other breast was still exposed, making her grunt out loud. Before she had an opportunity to fix that other half of the issue, her head perked back up to Bailey as she spoke, giving her a confused look. "What do you mean you're going to make it worse!?" exclaimed the Indian girl.

Then, she had her legs taken out underneath her as she was hit with a spear, taking her down to the mat with a loud yelp of surprise. Hitting the mat hard, Mehta found herself getting more fired up at the indignance of it as her feet kicked underneath Bailey at first. "You're really starting to tick me off!" yelled out Aarna, going right back at Bailey with a little bit of catfighting of her own, starting to messily wrestle her on the mat, trying to get her and pin her down to the best of her ability. It wasn't normally to her typical technical prowess, but she felt a little confident at least that she could force this bratty girl down onto the mat so that she could have the advantage, even if it looked a bit sloppy and wild to get there.

[FreestylePoet]

Step One was complete. With a good sprint and two arms around a waist, Bailey had her opponent on the mat. Now came time for Step Two: wresting control. Aarna wasn't going to make it easy on her; as soon as they hit the canvas, the Indian woman yelled and went into a flurry of limbs. Each girl was scrabbling over the other, wrestling around in an attempt to get the first opportunity to do as they pleased to their opponent. One second, Bailey was on top, Aarna the next.

Bailey could tell, even in this millisecond-fast scrum, that her foe knew what she was doing. There was logic; they weren't just flailing limbs. Still, Aarna went at her like a woman possessed. That was a problem -- usually, the angrier person won a fight. Luckily, this was where Bailey was at her best, too. She was hardly a BJJ expert, but three years putting self-taught YouTube tutorials into practice was as good as you could get without formal lessons.

"Simmer--" Next time, she was on top, she gunned for Aarna's wrist -- "down!" Then yanked it to the canvas, quickly pinning Aarna's other shoulder with her knee. She'd glance down her body, looking at Aarna's now (from her perspective) upside-down face with a satisfied smirk. "Don't you know it's hard to get turned on when you're so angry?"

"Hah-- Glad that's settled." With Aarna finally pinned down, Bailey got to work. She pulled her knees back and laid prone, keeping a proper grip on Aarna to maintain a basic north-south position. "Now, since you were so eager to see them earlier..." Then, she slid back until her bare breasts were on top of Aarna's face, smothering her voluptuous opponent!