Touko 'Dojo' Papillon vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

[BlackAkuma]

In the back of Dizzy’s mind, she knew she shouldn’t have been celebrating after landing that clothesline. It was just a clothesline, after all. It wasn’t like she hit the woman with a Canadian Destroyer or a Burning Hammer or anything like that. No one in the world had ever won a match of a clothesline.

But it just…felt good to be on the giving end with these sorts of things for once. As much fun as she had getting thrown around by hot, sexy women, she could take some pleasure in dishing out the punishment, too. It wasn’t every day that she hit someone and got a real reaction, so she had to savor it while she could, damn it.

”4!”

But she couldn’t enjoy the moment for long, with the referee counting them out. Dizzy sighed and moved back in, only taking a moment on her way to admire Dojo’s butt - again, very nice, she approved strongly of those tights - before she reached down and grabbed her by the head. ”Okay, Karate Kid.” She pulled her back up, forcing her to her feet. ”Let’s get you back in.”

Dizzy hauled Dojo up and pushed her back into the ring, taking the opportunity to get a nice feel of her butt as she shoved her under the bottom rope. She slid in behind her a moment later and grabbed her by the wrist, trying to haul her back up to her feet again so she could pour on the offense.

[FatCat]

Touko groaned as Dizzy grabbed her by the head and forced her to her feet. She could hear the audience pop at the clothesline, and she knew Dizzy would probably feel proud of that clothesline. After all, it was only natural. However, being handled like this was unfitting of a martial arts master.
"M-more a... Master Miyagi myself....", she mumbled as Dizzy walked up to the apron. Touko knew she had to turn things around. The move hurt, but she was far from out of the game. Perhaps she could... did Dizzy just grope her buttock? A small tinge of red flashed on Touko's cheeks, as she felt Dizzy's fingers tightening around her bottom. It lasted only a second, but... No, it must have been her imagination. A pure accident. She wouldn't do that in middle of a fight. It could happen to anyone.

As Dizzy pushed her underneath the bottom rope, Touko rolled to the centre of the ring. Her jacket had come undone a bit, showing the shape of her breasts underneath the tight jumpsuit. Touko took a few breaths before feeling Dizzy grabbing her by her wrist and hauling her up. Without a doubt, Dizzy planned on continuing her offense. However, Touko knew she had recovered enough by now.

The moment Dizzy had pulled Touko up to her feet, she acted and kicked Dizzy into her midsection. "Ha!", Touko yelled as she tried to gain back control. "Ha!", Touko yelled again as she kicked Dizzy again. She hoped this would make the girl let go of her hold on her wrist. One more kick and she'd probably be free. "Haa!", Dojo yelled as she went for one final kick to Dizzy's ribs, hoping for it to land.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy, needless to say, didn't miss the way the jacket slipped, revealing more of Dojo’s nubile body. It had been hard to see before because that gi, or whatever it was kept getting in the way, but there was a fairly nice body under all that stuff, one you could get a look at when the light was in the right place. It made Dizzy wish more and more that they could’ve had a more private match in a more private setting, maybe something with a little hentai in the mix. Allie would’ve loved to include her in the After Dark series, possibly with some kind of martial arts theme.

Later, later. For now, she hoped to make the best of her situation, as she came after Dojo and hoped to pour on some pressure. She lifted her up by the wrist, dipped back and prepared to send her off with an Irish Whip, only to learn that Dojo had other ideas.

A kick. A stiff one, too, right in Dizzy’s stomach. It knocked some wind out of her, and the next kick knocked out the rest, leaving her bent over and dropping the hold. When that kick came, though, she was ready, and moved to the side just enough for her to trap the woman’s ankle under her shoulder, clutching it tight.

After a moment to summon enough air, Dizzy threw her body into a roll, falling to the side and forcing Dojo to come along for the ride, looking to send her rolling away with a Dragon Screw Legwhip.

[FatCat]

For a moment, Papillon hoped she'd gain back control. However, that hope was snuffed out as she noticed her ankle being trapped. She tried to yank it out and hopped in place, but found herself unable to free herself.

She tried putting on a confident look, as if this was according to plan. "W-well done, girl! But as you know, the proverb saAAAAAYYYYYS!"

When Dizzy threw her body into a roll, Dojo found herself flying in the air, spinning like a butterfly in a hurricane. Rather ironically fitting, undeniably. After spinning around her axis a couple of times, she finally crashed on the mat, back first. She lied there spread-eagled on the ground, slightly dazed. Had she known of Dizzy's hungry look, she would have probably fixed her undone jacket, but right now, she needed to clear her head - again.

This match was not going her way. How did Dizzy even do that? What was she doing wrong? She needed to turn things around, otherwise, she'd not only lose - people might think the Butterfly-style sucks! Think, Touko. What would dad or brother do in this situation...

She decided to act. If Dizzy came to pick her up, she'd try hitting her with a split kick to her head. It wouldn't hurt Dizzy too much, but it would buy Touko more time to pick herself up and strike back properly.

[BlackAkuma]

Huh, that was actually disappointing. Silly as it certainly would’ve been Dizzy had been looking forward to hearing what the next saying would be.

Sadly, Dojo never got the chance to share it, as she was too busy being flung away to get the words out, hurling the woman away with her circular force. It was kind of funny to watch, and pretty satisfying, too. She’d been practicing this counter for a while, and pulling it off in a real match felt good.

Eager to press her advantage, what little of it there was, Dizzy picked herself up after the roll, taking only a moment to rub her aching stomach before moving in on her foe once again. She reached down, grabbed hold of Dojo’s proud poodle curls, and hurled the woman up, setting her up for the next attack. A suplex? Dizzy was feeling a suplex.

She was just about to reach over and take Dojo’s head with a front facelock, when the woman lashed out and brought her leg up in a sudden rush, managing to catch her on the chin. Her head rocked back and she was sent stumbling away, back into the ropes.

”That…” She sagged forward and shook her head as she tried to clear out the fog. ”Getting a little tired of the kicks, carina.”

[FatCat]

Dojo took a deep breath and finally fixed her jacket. She was on her feet, thanks to the Italian, and the kick had hit Dizzy right where she'd aimed. It was clear her opponent was feeling it - and the kick must have looked badass! Now, she had already spent enough energy getting pummeled by the Italian, so she had better get serious.

By the time Dizzy had said her unappreciative comment on the kicks, the Japanese-American girl had traversed the distance, and delivered a slap on the girl's cheek to keep her dazed for what she was planning.
"Then allow me to give you a taste of something else, you foolish girl!", Dojo said as she grabbed the dazed girl, and pulled her neck into a headlock under her left armpit, unknowingly pushing her opposing wrestler's cheek against the side of her breast.

"Papillon Bulldog!", Touko declared her intention perform one of her signature moves as she began running towards the nearest corner, Dizzy's head in tow. Once she'd reach the corner, she would use the bottom ropes to leap up to the top rope, and from there, push with her legs to turn both herself and Dizzy around for the fall, intending to drive her face into the mat.

[BlackAkuma]

SMACK!

It wasn’t exactly the first time Dizzy had been slapped - she’d had a slight history of that, believe it or not. She’d picked up more than a few slaps from her ex-girlfriends (who really were never her girlfriends in the first place), so the sensation was hardly new for her. Even so, she hadn't expected it to come in the middle of a match like this, and she certainly hadn't expected it from a woman like Dojo.

But that was exactly what she got, five fingers across the face. They landed flushed and left her seeing stars, easy prey as Dojo reached out and pulled her head in against her chest.

Her soft, perky chest…

Dizzy couldn't resist nuzzling against it, and she might’ve done a good deal more, too, if she’d had enough time. But Dojo didn’t waste much time - beyond announcing her next move, anyway - before she went rocketing off, leaped up, bounced off the turnbuckle, and brought Dizzy’s face crashing into the canvas, nailing her with a stiff bulldog and planting her features into the floor.