When Worlds Collide

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah, as she often did in her capacity as a manager, found herself sitting across from someone at the negotiation table, trying to hammer out a better deal in her client’s contract. As she often did, she was a relentless advocate for Bubbles, doing her best to get her wife into the sweetest matches, to push her interests, to make sure she stayed relevent and properly fed with a bevy of beautiful ways. As she often did, she turned on the charm, said all the right words, made sure to give as well as take, until she landed at the exact proposal she wanted, which was often better than what she started with.

Only this time, it wasn’t working. That didn’t happen so often.

”So, one more time, Aika.” She planted her elbows on the desk and leaned forward, looking at the woman across from her through narrow slits. ”Explain to me management’s logic, here. And talk to me like I’m ten years old. Dumb it down.”

Aika rolled her eyes for what had to be tenth time in the last ten minutes. Things had started out well enough, with LAW management hiring her to handle the contract negotiations with Mariah, and they’d gotten off to a pleasant start. But the more they spoke and the more they hammered the details out, the colder things became. They were currently above freezing, but just barely. Cold enough to get some frost on the glass.

”Sarcasm. Cute.” She shook her head, then straightened up like a real professional. ”Ms. Burste, it’s simple. No one is trying to hold your client back from the matches you want, but we have to think of our wrestler’s longevity. The cold fact is that your wife is, well-”

”-sexy, dominant, a powerhouse-”

”-big. She’s very, very big, as I’m sure you’re aware. And yes, that does make her an attraction, but it also means that finding proper opponents for her can be challenging. The hentai division tends to the lighter side.”

Mariah flopped back in the chair and groaned - she’d heard excuses like this before, back when they were with NSFW, and she’d hoped that LAW’s bigger talent pool would afford them more variety. It was more than disappointing to find out that wasn’t the case. ”Oh, come on, Aika, that’s bullshit. Pardon the French, but it’s bullshit.” She waved her hand through the air, like the notion was something she could physically dispel, like a puff of smoke. ”There are squash matches in LAW all the time. Bubbles could be running the division if she really pushed herself, we both know it. She’s not interested in that, though - all she wants is some sexy fun every now and then. Just feed her some red meat. Is that too much to ask.”

”It is when it results in crushed pelvises.” Aika folded her arms. ”After the incident with those two girls-”

Mariah was quick to hold out her hand, cutting Aika off, already knowing where this was going. She was referencing a handicap match Bubbles had a few weeks back, where she decimated two young newcomers. It had been a massacre, but in Bubbles defense, she’d offered the girls a chance to back out. ”That totally was not Bubbles’ fault. They wanted a fair fight, she gave it to them. If you don’t want the horns, don’t mess with the bull.”

There went those rolling eyes again. ”Be that as it may, we don’t want a repeat. If you can find someone willing to face Bubbles, I’ll happily set up. Until then, I ask that you have some patience. Is that too much to ask?”

It was when you had an eternally horny wife waiting for you at home, hungry for her next sex match. Bubbles’ thirst was endless, and in the absence of matches, she’d been running Mariah ragged the past two weeks. The sex was great, but there was such a thing as having too much, and she’d been really hoping to come back home with something good. Someone for the Virgin Killer to truly sink her teeth into.

The two of them talked a bit more, hammered out some minor details, and Mariah was left to leave the office a few minutes later, exiting with a dejected sigh. She found a wall down the hall to lean on, looked up at the ceiling, and let loose with an irritated, guttural groan.

She needed someone for Bubbles. She needed someone special. She needed…

[DSX93]

Dulce

America

"Yeah, I'm takin' this serious." America was more than a little preoccupied as she spoke to La Dulce Estrella, being focused more on scoping out the male talent. Technically speaking, that's what they were here for: Neither woman was scheduled to compete tonight, but they would stick around anyway to get a look at the competition that LAW had to offer.

And the competition was looking strong to the Puerto Rican. Well-rounded. Ooh boy, was it well-rounded!

"I'm just sayin', we in LAW. You know what kind 'o action they gonna be bookin' us for. So there ain't no harm in seein' if you n' a prospective opponent's got some chemistry first." Dulce stood with her arms crossed beneath her breasts, simply nodding along with a knowing expression. "Mmhmm."

"Makes for a betta match." "Mmhmm." "The fans have sumpin' to go nuts ovuh. Boss man sees the ratin's, n' there it is: A nice bonus in your pocket for showin' initiative and for a job well done." "Right."

Indeed, she wasn't wrong. "Just make sure you don't get lost in your...research." Dulce chuckled, and America gave a lighthearted scoff at the thought. "'Ey, I ain't gettin' lost in nothin'. If anything, these males need to be careful not to get lost in America's ass. You know what it is."

"Don't forget about the women, hermana. There are way more of us here."

"You right." America nodded. "You right. These other females need to watch out too, though."

Dulce laughed. "¡Eres imposible!"

And that was when the luchadora saw her leaving a room just a short ways down the hall. Mariah Burste. The mere sight of the blonde had put a broad smile on her face. If she was here, that meant...

America followed her eyes, then turned back to the older Latina with a perceptive smile. "That's what I'm talkin' about right there." She held up a fist before continuing. "I'mma go'on 'head and get out your way." Dulce bumped it with hers as she spoke, and when she was done..."Get it, sister."

And with that, both ladies would start towards their targets. Dulce was all smiles..."Senora Burste!" Until she got closer. With Mariah's back no longer facing her as she stopped to lean against the wall, the stress was evident on her features.

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah had started to thumb through the LAW roster page, trying to find some potential matchups for her wife, anyone who could excite a crowd and make for a banger match, someone who could keep up with her wife on both a physical and sexual level. The list was a depressingly short one - while there were wrestlers who fit the bill, a good number of them were part-timers, people who came and went at a whim. Others were engaged in other things or wrapped up in feuds. Some had the size, but clearly lacked the talent to keep up, just big ladies looking to squash relatively smaller ladies. Nothing promising.

She was just preparing to call it a day, go home, and sleep on it when the universe decided to put none other than Viviana Muno in front of her—miracle of miracles.

It took Mariah a full two seconds to appropriately react to seeing her. Not because she needed to remember who she was talking to, but just from the shock of her being there and all the memories that came along. Back in the day - god, she was getting old - she’d rallied hard with NSFW to do a crossover with Lucha Libre Erotica, a similar promotion south of the border, with Bubbles and the woman before her as the main event. It would’ve been a battle for the ages, with her wife taking on a smaller, but much more technically savvy and adept wrestler, someone who could test her ways that few others would. Handshakes had been made, emails had been sent, she’d gotten the process running, and everything looked set for a momentous, history-making event…

…and then it all fell apart.

There was no one reason. As was often the case regarding wrestling events, it was a cascade failure. Mixed communication mixed with poor management mixed with talent problems mixed with visa problems mixed with a drug scandal mixed with a protest from an overzealous group of Bible-thumpers, to name a few things. It wasn’t first time Mariah had such a thing happen, and she’d learned to live with it. But damned if this one hadn't stung a little more than usual. The Holy Grail, slipping through her fingers.

And yet, here it was, with workout pants and a tank top. She couldn't help but burst out with a quick laugh, nearly dropping her phone in the process. ”Dulce Estrella, look at you!” She pushed off the wall and moved towards her with open arms. ”Hugs. Bring it in, bring it in.”

[DSX93]

And bring it in, she did. "It's good to see you too, amiga!"

The failure of the cross-promotional event between New San Francisco Wrestling and Lucha Libre Erotica was a difficult pill for Viviana to swallow as well. It would be the second time that she'd kicked her training into overdrive, focusing on almost nothing else as the date drew closer and closer. And for everything to have gone up in smoke like that...It sapped her of motivation for some time.

But it figures. First him, now Bubbles. She was one hundred and ten percent certain now: Her toughest challenges would be here in LAW.

A part of her began to wonder if she'd see Penny again at some point.

A thought to ponder another time.

"How have you been?"

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah made sure to get the most out of her hug with Viviana. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you got to touch skin with a woman like this, outside of the ring. She was a rare beauty, which was just one of the many reasons she’d pushed hard for the match. Her wife - who wasn’t her wife at the time - had been utterly crestfallen when negotiations broke down, looking forward to mixing it up with the Latina, more excited than she’d seen her get since and definitely before. It had taken a good week of hard sex to get all of that energy out of her system, and while she didn’t regret being on the receiving end, she couldn't help but wonder what could have been if it all went where it was supposed to.

Fate can be a horny mistress, though…

Gears were already starting to turn in Mariah’s head, but she kept her manager instincts in check for now.

She gave Viviana a good squeeze, then moved away and looked her over, nodding with approval. ”Look at you. Still fine like cherry wine. Nice.” She winked and stepped back with her arms folded. ”I’ve been getting by okay, aside from some minor problems.” She threw a quick, rueful glance towards the office, but brightened up quickly. “Me and the misses are settling in well, here. You know Bubbles, this is an All-You-Can-Eat for her.”

Mariah giggled and strutted down the hallway, motioning for Viviana to follow. ”But I’m old news. What’s the Sexiest Star South of the Border doing in the Land of the Rising Sun, hm?”

[DSX93]

She'd held the embrace for a little longer than Viviana would have been comfortable with from a taken woman normally, but Bubbles and Mariah's was an open marriage, so she didn't mind her getting her fill. She even did

for the blonde when she openly checked her out. "I could say the same about you, hermosa."

Problems with management. Viviana wasn't surprised to hear that issues would come up in an organization as widespread as LAW. When things get multinational, there's only so much that can be done to keep things centralized, and there's bound to be some slippage through the cracks. Unsolidified deals, erroneous booking...She'd heard enough horror stories to brush up on what America referred to as "Legalese".

The luchadora laughed along with Mariah when she told her how Bubbles was handling her time in LAW thus far. "So I've seen." And to her pleasure, The Virgin Killer was looking even deadlier than before.

As the two walked down the hall, she filled the blonde in on her objective. "I came to face the best of the best. I was very happy at home, and as the holder of the Women's Openweight and Mixed Erotica belts at Lucha Libre Erotica, there was still plenty of talent to take on. But when LAW sent that recruiter to meet with me, I knew I had to come here.

It was my goal from the day I put on a mask to become the greatest luchadora I could be, and to do that, I need to test myself against the world's strongest. Its most skilled, its fastest, toughest, its most amorous..."

"Most amorous". She let that one hang for a moment, doubtlessly long enough for Mariah to catch on to where she was going before she said it. "Wrestlers like your wife."

When Viviana looked ahead, it was at nothing in particular. Instead, she was watching her mind's production of what their clash would look like. The picture she saw had her grinning from ear to ear. "It seems that God Himself wanted this match to happen, despite what those protesters said. So many things came together to prevent it before, but here we are now, on an even grander stage than we would've had then."

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah gave a long whistle when Viviana struck her pose, more than appreciating the show. The woman had always been a fantastic mix of curves and muscle, the sort of wondrous body that you couldn't craft, even if you tried. Being the wife of a former bodybuilder, she’d come to have an excellent appreciation for physiques and all the effort that went into them, and she could tell that the form before her was the work of countless hours, of rigorous training and unmatched dedication.

And that was what made la Ducle Estrella such a fantastic opponent. She’d craved to get her in the ring with Bubbles, and now that they were in the same company, well…

Viviana said it best. This had a hint of divine intervention to it. If God was real, he was hornier than most of his worshippers realized.

She stood with arms folded and perked up at the mention of her wife, glad that they were on the same page. If Bubbles were about, she’d be losing her mind, but Mariah played it cool, satisfied to stand and keep her knowing smile on, her brow creasing when the challenge was laid out.

”Yes, we are here now. Only one problem, though.” She tapped her chin and rolled her shoulder, swaying from side to side as the gear churned in her mind. ”I don’t think there’s business in Bubbles doing a hentai match with you.”

Mariah could only stand to let that confusion reign for a few seconds before she leaned forward, bringing her voice down to a whisper for no real reason. She was a manager now, but she’d been a wrestler at one point and still loved her theatrics. ”I want the exact match you and Bubbles were going to have back then. Not just hardstyle hentai, no - Resistencia Erotica Rules. I want the whole world to see what Lucha Libre Erotica is about.”

She extended her hand - she doubted it was necessary, but it never hurt to shake hands on such things, show some respect. ”How’s that strike you? Ready to turn back the clock, hm?”

[DSX93]

"Que?" Vivian's English was good, but it wasn't perfect. Hearing what she had just now, that there was no business in a Hentai match between her and Bubbles, surely that was a slip of her grasp on the language? Had some things become lost in the process of her studying Japanese?

She waited for an explanation, and let out a relieved chuckle once she heard Mariah's pitch. "¡Por el amor de Dios!" Wagged her finger in that "Oh, you!" manner. "You had me."

Resistencia Erotica rules, she says? Perfect. Viviana was aware that LAW hosted lots of different match-ups with lots of different stipulations, plenty of them lewd, if not outright sexual. But as far as she knew now, there was no better way to test their mettle. As wrestlers and as sexual athletes. Of course Mariah got her handshake.

"I am. Let's do this."