Diamond Moon - Swimsuit Promo Match

[3ho]

Rules: Social Media Promo Match
Wrestlers have one hour to wrestle and are provided waterproof phones for the duration. Wrestlers are allowed and encouraged to use their social media accounts to take pictures, tweet, livestream, Vine, Youtube, Tik Tok, or whatever else about the match using their phone. After the match, the total engagement numbers are calculated for each wrestler and the winner is declared to be the one with the highest engagement number. There are no rules aside from how the winner is declared.

The sun hummed in its brightness overhead as not a cloud in the sky occupied the picturesque beachside resort in Okinawa. This particular section of the beach, and even island for that manner, was almost entirely void of people. It was a brand new stake for some hotel company to try and compete with the competitive market here in Okinawa. How it would do, nobody was sure, but there was one thing they weren't short on. Promotions. Their final reach to potential visitors was an offer to AFW to have a few wrestlers promote the resort. AFW complied with a rather interesting proposal. They would have a pair of wrestlers promote their resort with a match. Though the suggestion had been coerced by someone who had full intentions of taking advantage of it.

Jun Moon, the new pop idol sensation that was bringing a lot of star power. Who she faced? She didn't care and left that up to the promoters. It had hardly bothered Jun that her first wrestling match would be at The Terrace Club at BUSENA. In fact, it was her that saw the opportunity for a free stay and some kickbacks due to her contract. Short of the Terrace Club sending the initial correspondence, Jun had her agents work behind the scenes to get this match to go. How often could she get a beach all to her own, after all?

Dun Dun Dun ... Dun Dun Dun...

Her alarm. Jun sighed as she opened her eyes to the sight of the umbrella she had over her. She was shaded perfectly on a beach chair as she turned to grab the phone provided for her for this match. She gripped the yellow waterproof casing and lifted it up to meet her gaze. 5:55 PM. Her match would begin in about five minutes. She rose and stretched herself out vertically. Clad in her white and blue swimsuit with her own design flare:

Jun Moon

She suspected this could be an easy match as the one rule she had for scheduling an opponent was someone that was also relatively new to the roster. Someone that didn't know what they were doing for obvious reasons. An easy win here would only boost her stock after all.

She glanced around and didn't see her opponent quite yet but she wasn't troubled by that fact. They had the whole resort to wrestle in so this fight could end up just about anywhere. Of course, the longer she stalled and more photos she took of herself, she'd probably get her stans to rapidly put her ahead in the social media count. She smiled, flipping the camera app on and posed, biting her bottom lip and pinching her thumb and index finger together for a <3.

Who is ready for a beach stream??? <3 <3

Jun typed out and readied to send right at 6:00. It would count and she'd be off to an early lead. This match was going to be so eaaaasy~

[RockRye]

The warm breeze rolled lazily through the palm trees as Avery adjusted the final camera, angling it just so to ensure every frame would capture the curve of her muscle, the clench of her holds, the fall of her opponent. The resort staff had already done a fine job prepping the area, but no one in LAW had an eye for drama quite like she did after years of prepping cameras to capture her sessions for resale online. The creamy white bikini she wore clung tight to her hips and chest, a pristine contrast to her bronzed skin and chiseled midsection. She looked like luxury and cruelty had joined forces.

This whole match setup was a gift, and a trap. An endurance match? Please. That was her wheelhouse. A glamor shoot under the guise of a fight? Even better. But best of all? The chance to take one a little social media doll and dismantle her, slowly, artfully, with every second captured and ready for millions of eyes to see.

She flipped her hair back and gave a satisfied smile as a LAW official stepped into view, clipboard and earpiece in hand. He was a cute one, local, judging by the accent, and when he approached, she reached out with two fingers and gently cupped his chin, tilting his face toward hers.

“Tell me, handsome,” she purred. “Where can I find the idol I’ll be destroying today?”

He blinked, flustered, then gestured toward the lounging deck just beyond the poolside bar. “She’s out there, Miss Merritt. Lounging last I saw."

Avery’s smile sharpened.

“Oh, I love the clueless ones.”

She strutted off without another word, bare feet slapping softly against the tile, her hips moving like a pendulum of inevitability.

And then, there she was. Jun Moon. Sitting pretty as a picture in a too-cute bikini that looked like it belonged in a catalog for teens, snapping a selfie with lips coy. The very image of everything Avery despised about the idol crowd. Manufactured. Airheaded. Fragile. Avery might’ve admired her face with her big, bright eyes and a near-perfect jawline, but it only made her disgust more pungent. This was a match? This was her opponent? Avery folded her arms beneath her chest and let her shadow fall over Jun like a stormcloud blotting out the sun.

“My, my,” she cooed, her voice dipped in syrup and disdain. “I wasn’t sure if I’d walked into a wrestling match or a glitter convention.”

Avery leaned forward just a little, hands on her knees, letting her height and powerful frame loom larger over the smaller girl. At the same time, she produced her own phone, pulled from some pocket void near her cleavage. She deftly flicked the camera on to take in her own beautiful face, then spun it so she could capture the stark difference in their stature.

“Are you here to wrestle, sweetheart? Or just to give me something soft to pose on while I break you down for the camera?”

She straightened and let out a little scoff.

“This won’t take long. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure your fans get to watch every humiliating second.”

Because that’s what this was: content, domination, and a new clip for her highlight reel. Not a match.

[3ho]

“My, my,”

Jun slipped her phone down into a little pouch she had strapped to her thigh as the arrival spoke to her. She didn't quite capture Jun's attention yet, there wasn't a need to pay attention to the baseless boasting quite yet. The phones were protected but having it stored in an easily accessible and comfortable place would go a long way. She'd be using it a lot, for sure. Especially as she turned she was greeted with the ramble of an older woman who seemed full of herself. That was saying something considering how much there was to fill.

The fully American Blonde wasn't much taller with Jun not even having to lift her head to meet the bending down gaze of Avery, but she had a very voluptuous that wasn't fat. Quite the contrary, Avery was toned with her muscles defined enough to know she'd be classified as a.... What did her agent call it? Powerhouse? But she wasn't a muscle woman as those muscles were partially hidden under the curvy form that had all that American fat in the right places, it's presence around with a jiggle in each step. She definitely worked hard on that figure to maintain a balance.

Size wasn't everything though, not enough to give this lady all that confidence. Jun smiled back, coyly as she leaned forward, hands on her knees, mirroring the blonde's earlier posture though she had to look up to meet her gaze.

"That's a lot of big talk coming from a big lady." Jun straightened out herself and crossed her arms, leaning to one side. "But let's be real, even if you are a wrestler, you're a nobody who is just lucky the league chose you to enjoy a nice weekend vacay thanks to yours truly~"

Jun gave a playful shrug.

"So hope you enjoyed the trip but you're going to be plastered over socials celebrating Jun Moon's first win."

She was happy to give it back to Avery though she considered her nothing more than a prop she was going to use to promote her career both in brands and now wrestling!

"Hmm... do we start up by the pool or work our way up there..." Jun mused as she glanced up towards the resort before settling her eyes back to Avery.

"You chose because I'm nice~"

[RockRye]

Avery’s smile didn’t flinch, but her eyes? They narrowed ever so slightly, just enough to count. A nobody? That line buzzed in her ears like a mosquito she wasn’t allowed to swat yet. She stood stock still in the sand, chin tilted at the perfect, practiced angle that suggested amusement rather than insult. But inside? The nerve. The absolute gall of this slip of a girl. The little idol’s voice might’ve been sugary, but the words were pure vinegar to her ears.

She let her gaze drift slowly over Jun Moon, taking in the woman now that she was up close, really up close. It was impossible not to see it: the look was polished, no doubt. The silvery streak in her hair, the confident posture, the high-fashion makeup that looked like it had been applied by angels and blessed by PR reps. The bikini gleamed under the sun, stylish and sleek, like she was ready to film a music video at any second.

Pretty little thing. But that’s all you are, aren’t you? Window dressing.

Probably never been roughed up a day in her life. Not properly. And worst of all? She had the gall not to be impressed by her. Avery Merritt. And the flippant offer to let Avery choose where they begin almost made her laugh. This doll thought she was calling the shot, even if her words indicated otherwise.

“I do admire your optimism,” Avery finally said, her voice honeyed and pleasant, laced with something colder underneath. “It’s a little like watching a mouse give a TED Talk to a python. Adorable. Delusional, but oh-so adorable.”

She rolled her shoulders once, her muscles flexing faintly beneath her white bikini top, posture effortless despite the slow build of tension in her core.
Then Jun made the mistake of giving her options. Poolside or resort?

“Oh, I will be choosing,” Avery said coolly, stepping forward with such fluidity it looked choreographed. The sand shifted slightly under her toned legs as she advanced, closing the gap like a predator slipping from the shadows.

“And I’ll start right here, so you can get a real taste of what your ‘vacay’ entails.”

Without waiting for a reply or a single breath more, Avery moved. Her hand snapped toward Jun’s wrist while the other angled low toward her hip, sweeping in with precision in an attempt to latch onto the smaller woman’s center of gravity. She didn’t go for a flashy move. This was about control, and the takedown she aimed for was meant to humble, not impress.

“Poolside, resort, wherever you like, darling,” Avery cooed. “I’ll be dragging you there myself, once you’ve finished eating grit.”

[3ho]

Optimism?

Jun mused to herself about what would have given Avery that impression. Optimism was always something you'd use when the future was uncertain. There was no part of Jun's mind that felt she was uncertain. Months of high dollar instructors and tutors for how wrestling works had taught her a lot on how to play to her strengths. Her endurance and agility, for example, would let her keep going well after others tire. It was evident in the longer hours of training days for this gig that she could even bring self-proclaimed "masters" to exhaustion. That told Jun all she needed, really. Winning was only a matter of time for her.  

"I think you have the wrong animal, but I am adorable, yes." Jun interjected right after Avery's allegory.

Jun's eyes went wide at rolling shoulders of Avery with the step that followed. She could tell what that meant. Commitment. Years of having to deal with crowds had made her wise to body language. Ever since the Itaewon Incident at sixteen where she was grabbed and almost hauled into a van by, at best, a deranged fan did she have to devote a little more attention to how people were behaving. Though in this instance given that they were expected to wrestle, it was clear Avery had no pure intention with that advance. Hell, she could have been blind but hearing those sarcastic replies which were really threats would be enough.

"Eh?" Jun uttered in a believable shock as that hand grabbed her wrist but it was her turn for a fluid movement that looked as natural as instinct. Jun's opposite leg slid behind her, captured wrist rotating with the movement. This came just in time as Avery's other hand sought her waist, missing the chance unless Avery lunged for it.

The secret to breaking from a wrist hold, as her self-defense instructor told her, was to pull away from the palm. If Avery was too light with her grip, it would be easy for Jun to pull her wrist free. That played into the other strength of Jun. Deception. She knew the stakes before joining this business and ideally those she'd be facing would be lured into a false sense with the ditzy air-headedness of an idol to make a mistake. If Avery did make that mistake, Jun would twist her wrist free, bringing it down her bar her elbow aimed right at Avery's stomach. With a thrust, she'd slam her elbow into that muscled abdomen and cause more than just shock as Jun retreated a few steps further down the beach. Though if Avery had the read, Jun's wrist would still be caught and there wouldn't be much of a retreat, just her glee would remain as her other hand would fire around with an open palm as a missile seeking Avery's cheek in a slap!

"Beach it is then!" Jun would holler with a giggle.

[RockRye]

Jun didn’t truly understand what she’d walked into, did she? She reacted to Avery's threats like someone who thought wrestling was little more than an elaborate dance routine, where perfect choreography would protect her from harm. Avery could practically see the pampered lifestyle that had shaped her, a world where no one had ever dared to knock her down or demand anything more than a pretty smile. It wasn’t just infuriating; it was delicious. Avery couldn’t wait to show her just how wrong she was.

Avery tightened her fingers around Jun’s wrist, her polished nails pressing just enough to remind the idol of who was in control. Her grip shifted slightly as she braced to throw Jun into the sand, the weight of her confidence palpable. But Jun, nimble as she was, twisted on her feet at the last moment, slipping out of the trajectory of the throw.

Avery’s jaw tightened as her effort fell short. Still, she kept her hold on the idol’s wrist, her fingers like a vice. No matter how quick Jun’s feet were, Avery’s strong, full-fisted grip wasn't going anywhere. Jun retaliated, a quick elbow darting toward Avery’s midsection. It was a sharp move, well-aimed, but Avery saw it coming and shifted to block with her free elbow, keeping her hold firm.

But then came the slap. Jun’s free hand lashed out, the sound of the impact sharp and humiliating. Avery’s head snapped to the side, and for a moment, the sting on her cheek wasn’t just physical. It was personal.

The audacity.

Avery turned back slowly, her expression composed but her eyes glittering with fury. The idol had dared to strike her? This clueless little bimbo who thought she could prance into her world and come out unscathed?

Avery’s smile was cold, razor-sharp, and entirely devoid of humor. “Oh, honey.”

Her hand swung with unrelenting force, aiming a slap at Jun's cheek that would be loud enough to echo across the sands.

“You want to test me? Fine.” Avery’s voice was low, dangerous, as she yanked hard on Jun’s captured arm, trying to twist it and jerk at it ruthlessly so she could ragdoll Jun back into the beach chair like with the same violence as a flag caught in a storm.

[3ho]

Jun’s giggle wasn’t necessarily malicious but it certainly did feel good to knock one of her critics with a good smack for a change. There was a lot pent up in that slap and she was surprised that these feelings were bubbling to the surface. Did she really move on from her career because there was a lot of resentment for the people in it? Jun felt her mind slip just long enough…

SMACK!

Jun’s head turned, spinning after the impact. From her waist up, she felt thrown the side, bare feet staggering the warm sand, her balance threatened to topple. She might have if not for the mean grip on her wrist. That was a nice reality check. Hardly the time to be spacing out.

Though the lesson was far from over as unstable as Jun’s balance and focus were, she offered no defense to Avery’s cruel follow-up.

Yanked easily by her wrist, she staggered into the direction the blonde wanted. The twist of her wrist, while flaring in pain, was missed in the suddenness of the motion and the remaining daze that had taken Jun’s head. Her feet scrambled after until she was spun around into the chair. The back of her legs hitting wood and causing falling over onto the wooden frame.

The chair rattled violently as the popstar collapsed backwards onto the chair. The chair dug deeper into the sand becoming further entrenched at an odder angle, no longer facing the water perpendicular like the others.

Jun fell back, her rear impacting first against the unyielding wood offering little cushion as the upper half of her torso fell back, snapping back like a band into reclined chair. Her head impacted the angled portion causing the latch that had kept the chair that way to break. The top half of the chair crashed its way to lay flat with Jun falling with!

The popstar had practically returned to how she started this day, laying flat along her back along the chair but now she had to deal with her head spinning, cheek flaring and beginning to glow almost to the point where you could make out the handprint.

Jun through her gritted teeth and face wound tightly in pain, groaned as her hand finally reached up to nurse her poor stardom cheek.

[RockRye]

The crack of Avery’s slap echoed against the waves, loud and unforgiving. Her palm stung with the satisfying reminder of its force, and the sight of Jun reeling back with a dazed expression only made the sensation sweeter. Avery’s grip on Jun’s wrist held firm, preventing the smaller woman from collapsing outright. For a moment, she simply relished the sight. The way Jun swayed unsteadily, her dark eyes momentarily unfocused, her lovely features slackened by the sheer power of the strike.

“That’s a look that suits you,” Avery drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. Her grip tightened on Jun’s wrist, a reminder of her control, as she suddenly flung the idol toward the nearby beach chair.

Jun, unable to catch her balance, toppled onto the chair. The lightweight frame jerked deeper into the sand from the force and eventually fell flat, leaving Jun sprawled on her back amidst the wreckage, blinking dazedly. Avery crossed her arms, watching with a smirk as the scene unfolded like something from a beachside soap opera. She had half a mind to stand over her and gloat, to rub in her superiority with a monologue worthy of her fans. But then, she remembered her audience wasn’t just Jun. With an indulgent sigh, Avery reached down to where her phone had fallen in the sand, brushing it off with practiced care before angling it for the perfect shot.

“Say cheese, Moonie,” she purred, her lips curving into a sly smile as she framed the image: her triumphant figure in the foreground, towering and radiant, with Jun’s prone form in the background. She blew a kiss to the camera, the gesture almost sweet if not for the razor-sharp intent behind it, and snapped the photo. Satisfied, she shared it to her media sites and tucked the phone back into its magic holder within her cleavage.

Avery paused, her hands resting confidently on her hips as she took in the sight of Jun below her. For all her irritation at the idol’s earlier defiance, she couldn’t deny that the woman was easy on the eyes. Before Jun could fully regain her bearings, Avery dropped down, her considerable weight crashing onto the smaller woman with a resounding thud. The chair gave way entirely, its entire frame sinking into the sand beneath the impact, leaving Jun pinned beneath her.

[3ho]

Perhaps it was post slap clarity, or the sense was really knocked into her, but Jun had realized she had never really taken a heavy hit. Those months training were fundamentals and rough instruction on proper form to not hurt herself. Sure, they were expensive trainers, but they never really covered what to do when she would get hit. The thought never really crossed her mind, truthfully.

Hand to her cheek, she rubbed it, slowly coming too just as the click of a digital camera shutter sounded.

“Ow…” Jun groaned as she came to, far too late to prevent the first snapshot of how her first match was going.

Poorly, as a matter of fact, and about to get worse.

Jun had just began raising her torso when the shadow of her opponent had loomed. The popstar had turned her head to see the blonde coming down onto her. There was nothing slow about it either. The mass that was Avery came swiftly in to a full lay on top of Jun, shoving her back down.

The blonde came down as well, Jun lifted her head to watch her breasts were enveloped by the larger endowment of Avery but she didn’t see how bad as blonde’s face came close, causing Jun to retreat to laying fully down.

“Get. Off. Me.” Jun hissed as she tried back away but between the chair and Avery, she had little room to maneuver.

Instinctively Jun shot her arms up and wrapped around Avery’s waist, pulling with her arms to move the larger woman. Hands dug into the blonde’s sides, sinking into her flesh and letting her pedicures and painted nails scratch in.

Yet try as she did, Jun couldn’t get the one-hundred-and-eighty-pound woman to move. Jun’s efforts through her gritted teeth had only made her work up a pant, stifled through the weight that was on her.

“Ugh!” Jun groaned in aggravation. “Lose some weight, cow!”

[RockRye]

Avery let gravity do the work as she dropped her considerable weight down onto Jun’s prone form. Avery’s curvaceous frame smashed into Jun, her soft yet powerful body molding over the idol’s slimmer figure like a crushing wave. The blonde let out a satisfied sigh as her ample chest enveloped Jun’s smaller breasts, the plush flesh completely flattening them beneath its weight. She shifted slightly, enough to let her own curves settle comfortably over the idol's form, the sensation as satisfying as slipping into a hot bath. Jun’s smaller bust pressed uselessly against her own, a physical reminder of who held the advantage.

Avery’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin as she drank in the moment. There was something deeply gratifying about this, the stark physical contrast between her voluptuous power and Jun’s pampered, doll-like frame. It was a clear and undeniable symbol of superiority. She felt Jun’s breathless struggles beneath her, the faint, futile squirming only emphasizing how utterly pinned she was.

Jun’s manicured nails, painted a soft blue that Avery found annoyingly charming, scrabbled and gripped at her waist, trying to push her off. But Avery didn’t budge; her strong, heavy body refused to yield. Instead, she luxuriated in the way Jun’s struggles caused small jiggles and ripples to travel through her own form, as if mocking the idol’s attempts.

Avery chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through their joined bodies. “Aw, my Moonpie, you’re adorable when you’re feisty,” she purred, adding timely specifics to her humiliating play on Jun's name.

Avery shifted her chest slightly, leaning more of her weight into Jun’s smaller bust with an almost deliberate cruelty. The sensation of dominance sent a thrill through her. This wasn’t just a contest of strength, but of presence, of identity. She knew Jun could feel every inch of the difference between them, and the thought brought a glimmer of satisfaction to her eyes.

Avery froze for a heartbeat, her brow arching in disbelief at the struggling idol's decision to call her a cow. Slowly, her grin returned, sharper now, with a dangerous edge. “A cow?” she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. “Oh, Moonpie, you’re going to regret that.”

With deliberate slowness, Avery reached for her phone, the motion as nonchalant as if she were lounging poolside instead of pinning down an opponent. She held it aloft, angling it for the perfect shot that captured Jun’s dazed, breathless expression and her own triumphant smirk. After she sent this latest image to social media, she tapped out a message with exaggerated care, her long fingers dancing across the screen. “Just ordering a little refreshment,” she said breezily. “A piña colada, maybe? Or a strawberry daiquiri? Hmm…” She paused, glancing down at Jun with mock consideration. “What do you think, Moonpie? Something sweet to match your attitude?”

Before Jun could respond, Avery tucked the phone back into place and leaned in close, her breath warm against Jun’s ear. “You might want to savor this moment,” she whispered, her tone dripping with condescension. “It’s the last time you’ll have the upper hand in this… metaphorically speaking.”

Finally, Avery began to rise, her curves shifting and rolling as she pushed herself to her feet. She didn’t release Jun, though; her hand attempted to clamp down on the idol’s wrist once more and yank her up with a force that left no room for resistance.