Re: Carmella Crowe vs. Bubbles Burste - Heavy Metal Love
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2025 3:42 pm
Zelda Yaguchi hated refereeing hentai matches. All the referees did, really, the point where getting selected for them had to be done randomly, so no one would get stuck doing them more often than they should. Being a referee could be a deceptively difficult job during the best days - you had to constantly move around the ring, had to stay one step ahead of the wrestlers, you were prone to friendly fire all the time, you got continuously threatened, and if you made any mistakes, any at all, the audience would heckle you for it without a shred of mercy.
But hentai matches were a unique pain in the ass. For starters, it required her to notice something that she’d never been taught to notice: orgasm. Her job was basically to stare at women’s crotches for ten or so minutes and wait for them to cum, which wasn’t the easiest thing to notice all the time, especially when they were moving around all over the place. On top of that, hentai wrestlers were some of the most insane people in the entire roster. Divas, most of them. Crazy dommes. Psychopaths.
And then there was whatever-the-hell these two had going on.
Zelda’s luck must’ve ran out this week, because she couldn't come up with any other explanation for the insanity she’d witnessed over the past few minutes. Bubbles Burste was naturally a dangerous woman to be in the ring with, as she threw her hefty body all over the place and nearly squashed Zelda on occasion, but her opponent was almost as wild despite being about half her size. The two had been tearing it up in this cage, fucking each other all over the place, with no end in sight.
Except, maybe this would have to be the end. Carmella had not only gotten on top, but she had Bubbles’ tightly secured, and was fucking her with a furious abandon, so much so that Bubbles came almost immediately…and she still kept going. And going. And going. The woman thrusted into her like the world’s horniest Energizer Bunny, showing no signs of stopping. The Virgin Killer wasn’t showing any sighs of tapping either, not that she could do it all that well in this position. Her eyes had rolled back, as if she had lost herself in the moment.
It was…a lot to take in. Zelda hadn't seen anything like this before, but she knew a key component of her job was the wrestler’s safety, and this was getting dangerous. The crowd was cheering them on, but she could hear Bubbles’ wife screaming from the ringside area, and she knew there was only one thing to do.
”That’s enough, that’s enough!” Zelda threw her hands in the air and motioned for the bell to ring. ”Bubbles can no longer continue!”
But hentai matches were a unique pain in the ass. For starters, it required her to notice something that she’d never been taught to notice: orgasm. Her job was basically to stare at women’s crotches for ten or so minutes and wait for them to cum, which wasn’t the easiest thing to notice all the time, especially when they were moving around all over the place. On top of that, hentai wrestlers were some of the most insane people in the entire roster. Divas, most of them. Crazy dommes. Psychopaths.
And then there was whatever-the-hell these two had going on.
Zelda’s luck must’ve ran out this week, because she couldn't come up with any other explanation for the insanity she’d witnessed over the past few minutes. Bubbles Burste was naturally a dangerous woman to be in the ring with, as she threw her hefty body all over the place and nearly squashed Zelda on occasion, but her opponent was almost as wild despite being about half her size. The two had been tearing it up in this cage, fucking each other all over the place, with no end in sight.
Except, maybe this would have to be the end. Carmella had not only gotten on top, but she had Bubbles’ tightly secured, and was fucking her with a furious abandon, so much so that Bubbles came almost immediately…and she still kept going. And going. And going. The woman thrusted into her like the world’s horniest Energizer Bunny, showing no signs of stopping. The Virgin Killer wasn’t showing any sighs of tapping either, not that she could do it all that well in this position. Her eyes had rolled back, as if she had lost herself in the moment.
It was…a lot to take in. Zelda hadn't seen anything like this before, but she knew a key component of her job was the wrestler’s safety, and this was getting dangerous. The crowd was cheering them on, but she could hear Bubbles’ wife screaming from the ringside area, and she knew there was only one thing to do.
”That’s enough, that’s enough!” Zelda threw her hands in the air and motioned for the bell to ring. ”Bubbles can no longer continue!”