Arlise Christiaens Vs. Mizaki Tantka - A Bounce, A Smother And A Tapout

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Vs.

Trampoline POW Match!
Bunny Attire Only.
Victory Via Submission Or KO.
Strikes Are Not Permitted.
Match Takes Place Within A Large Bordered Trampoline.
Loser Is To Be POW To The Winner For 12 Hours

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Now, when Mizaki Tantka committed to the act of making something of a notable debut within the world of LAW, she did not exactly have in mind what was to follow. Challenged to such an odd spectacle by a fellow individual that whilst not making her own debut, was next to brand new, Mizaki found it herself somewhat odd that she accepted the match given its curious stipulations. Or atleast tone them down a little. After all, the figure had only trained extensively off the mats; she had very little inside an actual wrestling match environment. And this was said environment put under duress!

Adjusting her attire for a final time, briefly giving herself a rose-like aura with a quick spray of her nearest perfume bottle to hand, the immensely busty figure would wiggle the tight fighting corset a shade higher upon her chest as she descended to the entrance curtain, with the signal for her emergence already have been made by the stage hand. Her hair perhaps unwisely kept free-flowing, the thought of tying it up for such an odd encounter came and passed the busty figure, as those great navy locks covered her bare shoulders and upper back. A hair bobble, she figured, would simply come off during the ensuing bouncy chaos anyway.

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Lights flickering as her music picked up the mood of the docile crowd, who were in the middle of bewilderment at the sight before them, said bewilderment would turn to shock as Mizaki appeared upon the ramp. Shock, then outright oogling, as the males of the audience took in each and every curve with their eyes! Jaws a plenty dropping!

Completely unfazed by the audience before her, despite the match being her first among likely many, Mizaki descended the ramp with a keen smile and a bounce to her step; the attire she wore already tested greatly, as those in the first few rows nearly came close to seeing those giant gods unveiled before things had even gotten rolling. Having set the hearts of many aflame with a few well placed winks and blown kisses, Mizaki would find her frame stopping of its own accord as hands came to hips, eyes now gawking at the odd structure before her. In place of a ring laid a trampoline; one the near exact dimensions of your standard wrestling ring, with steps on either corner to boot. Surrounding said trampoline laid something of a mesh; nigh twice as high as your standard wrestling ring ropes, the mesh would serve as the only protection for both competitors from falling out of the ring entirely mid bounce. The mesh was indeed durable to stop a figure falling towards it, as designed, but given its lightweight structure, it wouldn't do much if both figures where to for whatever reason barrel towards it!

Eyes falling a moment, catching her breath as the weight of the match before her set in, Mizaki considered what was at stake. Had she lost this match, she would forever be the known who debuted to an encounter where her assets were flying haplessly everywhere, in a bunny attire to boot, before being brought to submission and then rendered a POW. On the other hand, had she won, the sheer obscurity of the stipulation would somewhat suggest Mizaki was capable of anything!

That, and she'd have her own personal slave for the day.

Pacing round to the corner, a smile lightly forming, all that was left for the blue-haired beauty to do was enter the trampoline itself. Something she held back on, as her figure strode up those steel steps, waiting at the top with half her body already through the mesh. She didn't exactly want to be left there bouncing like a hapless idiot whilst her opponent made her entrance after all. There was no telling how long she would be in the first place!

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At first, Arlise Christiaens had not been so sure about the proposition that the match planners had brought to her. This was only her second match in LAW, so to have them speak to her of a trampoline and a "Prisoner of War" stipulation so soon came as enough of a shock that Lise had nearly declined.

But they had appealed to her sensitivities. When they told her that she and her opponent would both be donning bunny outfits, the wrestler formerly known as the "Battle Bunny" could not refuse. And as she gazed at herself in the mirror, pleased with how well she still fit into her old attire, she could not deny the excitement that had built.

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Excitement that had led her to personally seek out an individual to challenge, a fellow newcomer who awaited her in the ring. With a straightening of her cleavage and a sigh of contentment, Lise followed when she was told, appearing moments later on the stage for the chorus of welcoming cheers. Her eyes did not settle on the crowd, however, but on the massive trampoline before her, surrounded by mesh and one of the most mundanely magnificent sights she had witnessed during her young wrestling career. An oddity this match might have been, but Lise could not deny...it would be fun, and it would be a welcome challenge.

She only remembered to attend to the crowd once she reached the edge of the trampoline-ring, and she stop and twirled to bow at them, feeling her tentatively-contained curves shift with even this simple motion. Hmmm...perhaps she did not fit into this outfit as well as she remembered. In the past, she had not a single malfunction to speak of during a match in this attire, with its snug, surrounding fit, but it was not out of the question...

It was also a meager concern. Of much more interest was this match, and the woman awaiting her, looking...more than stunning in her own bunny costume, while she awaited Lise. Tita- the Battle Bunny blinked and smiled at her, striding gracefully up the steps to join Mizaki Tantka and hold to the ropes. In her anticipation, Lise felt a sense of...kinship with the woman who would join her in the ring for bouncing,
slamming, constricting, squeezing, and this curious POW stipulation. That would certainly make the rest of the evening between them...more interesting, so long as they were not enemies. "You look magnificent in your outfit," she complimented, before her hand moved to move the mesh out of her way so that she could enter the ring. "Shall we?"

Lise did, and she swung into the ring to find the surface beneath her as springy as she would have expected. Her hose-clad foot sank immediately, and Lise thrust her heel against it a few times to test it and her balance before bringing her other leg into the ring. Like any good trampoline, it popped and dipped with her every step, making her look like she sloshed through a shallow pond. She tried her best to make it to the middle of the ring with all her dignity...

But she had to stop, and take a few gentle, playful bounces while she looked to Mizaki, before she felt her outfit shifting all too much again in the hips and chest and let her bouncing slow. Not that she would worry once the match began...

The ref, a heavier woman herself, waddled her own way into position.

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Eyes un-leaving the woman that soon joined her, Mizaki most certainly had her work cut out for her on looks alone. For every curve Mizaki had, Arlise had and then some. It was rare that the blue haired beauty was not the most stacked in the room, and yet, here she was, on her first day with a competitor for such a title. She could barely stop her teeth grinding.

Trying somewhat to upstage Arlise and get all eyes back on her before the figure had even joined her on an opposing corner, Mizaki began something of an eye-full bounce on her podium. Up and down, over and over with her hands to her hips, performing the laziest yet sexiest pre-match warm up she could imagine. Those that caught wind of the jumping blue-nette were soon torn between the jiggling beauty, and the strolling redhead.

"Apologies..." She'd mutter, halting her jiggle with a wave of her hand through her hair, brushing it all past her shoulders yet again. "But this will not end well for you...at least...in one way..." Bending forward with a wink to her eye, suggesting the fun to be had with the POW element after regardless, Mizaki soon carefully placed her right foot upon the trampoline. Her stance replicating that of a young deer stepping foot onto ice, the blue haired beauty soon forced the rest of her figure to join her; crouched yet still, seemingly trying to avoid setting her figure off on a bounce. Ironic given her motions but a second ago.

"Nuts..." She'd mutter to herself, now more aware of the difficulty in general of wrestling on a surface such as this, strength, speed and strategy be damned. The beauty had often implored a trampoline in her workout regime, but one that was barely wider than herself. One wrong bounce on this surface, and she could end up twenty feet in the air, ass up!

[Winter]

If Arlise had to worry about her own outfit failing her in the midst of the match, surely Mizaki did, as well. Watching her shuffle in place...nearly hypnotized the redhead. What could she do but compliment her?

What she received in return was not a compliment, but a sporting threat. One with an added wink. Lise's smirk deepened. This woman certainly carried a great allure, but Lise could not let the challenge pass without returning one of her own. That was part of the pleasure of competition. "Don't be so confident of that." She waggled a finger. "I have my ways with my opponents. You may try to crawl from under this mesh to escape before the match is over."

The challenging gaze she leveled on Mizaki lowered, as she pulled on the neck- rather, chestline of her own tightly-fitting leotard, and slipped her other hand down to her thigh. "But then, this outfit is very popular. You may decide to come crawling back inside, at the promise of spending the rest of the evening with me." Nevermind that Lise was not entirely certain what she should do should she earn the rights to take Mizaki as a prisoner, as she had never been granted the opportunity in her previous promotion. She could certainly design something suitably...punishing.

Those thoughts were for later, however. First, Lise must determine how to maneuver this ring surface and gain her victory. While the ref made her way over, the Battle Bunny continued her slow trot around the ring, staring in fascination down at her feet and attempting to determine how bold her movements could be. Not especially...an excess application of her weight in any one place would send her careening either into the air or in an unwanted direction. Strong footwork, as well, was out of the question. Surely this match had been created to ensure that Lise and Mizaki remained close and in contact with each other. A fair design.

Lise bounced once more, attempting to relax, before trying to settle and stretch her muscles to their full extent. Her attire pulled and yanked, but settled back into place as Lise's curves did.

The ref had finally gained her bearings, and Lise looked to her with a hand on her hip as she asked if they were ready, and signaled for the bell.

Lise started to shift to the right...and her foot sank, tilting her to the side and leaving her to wince as she bobbed in place. Right, this would...take a moment to adjust to.

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As Arlise began to spoke, Mizaki was finding her feet on the surface now before her bare feet. Often enough she'd employ thigh-highs, even more so when wearing the tight fitting bunny attire her figure was now forcibly adorned with. But given the surface from which her busty frame would be bouncing on for the next half an hour or so didn't seem heel suitable, Mizaki was quick to make the change. That, and the fact she didn't want to risk kicking her own frame with hard boots, given she was already imagining herself rolling through the air against her will!

Muttering furious profanity to herself as she found her balance, Mizaki opted to run before she could walk as it were, as she put both feet together. Pressing down with her tout figure, Mizaki began to bounce on the spot; tiny hops soon turning into great ones, as it became apparent the surrounding mesh was that high for a reason!

"Oh..god.." She'd shriek out, coming up and down a few times, finding her balance once more now that motion was applied. Eventually peeling her eyes off the canvas beneath her, bringing them up to her foe who too was on somewhat unsteady legs, it would take a double take to the nodding referee, whom had started the match unbeknown to Mizaki! She was simply too busy finding her stance!

"OH!" Shrieking at the realisation, Mizaki's neutral look of shock turned to a serious glare, as she opted to dive headfirst into the action.

Literally, as she tried to cut across the 'ring' in but two great bounces, before trying to literally collide bodies with Arlise, already whincing from the predicted impact!

"HYAHHHHH!"

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Lise realized that she was a stumbling, jiggling mess. Her cascade to the right only worsened as she shuffled her feet to that side. Soon, she resigned herself to bouncing in place to remain in a singular spot, lest she present an easy target for Mizaki, who would be upon her any moment now...

Her eventual glance up from her own feet, however, informed her that Mizaki matched her movements nearly exactly, gaining her own positioning by hopping in place. At the sight, a reassurance struck Lise. It would be fine to embrace the spirit of the match, because her opponent would be forced to do the same. She would make no more attempts to wobble and wade around, trying to turn the specialty match into a traditional one; she would have to embrace the bouncing to gain a victory!

She pumped her legs more intently, and she gained enough momentum that her toes lifted two, then three or more, feet off the surface, and she would have gone higher and thrust herself towards Mizaki, who still appeared to be caught in an uncomfortable, bouncing momentum. Her opponent, though, appeared to have a sudden revelation when the two of them finally locked eyes from across the ring.

A bounding, propelling Mizaki fired towards her, and in mid-air, unable to shift herself to the right or the left, a wide-eyed Arlise would have to absorb the force of the purple-haired woman's speeding, full body.

Her toes touched down as Mizaki reached her, and Lise opted for the one option that she believed she had. She spread her arms around her opponent, in hopes that she could grab her around the midsection, turn away the momentum of the charge, and transform it into her own spinebuster to thrust Mizaki into the mat.

Except no mat existed, only the pliable surface of the trampoline, she gasped to recall as they began to collide. Mizaki's voluptuous frame, or Arlise's own...they would rebound, and their bodies would do more damage than the surface. That complication loomed in her mind while her chin situated itself squarely in the trench of Mizaki's cleavage...

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Mizaki was by no means a heavy woman, especially in comparison to others within LAW, and especially in comparison to her former friend and cohort Moira Pandela, but she had confidence nonetheless. Not only because she was somewhat darting towards the watching figure like a bullet, but if Arlise had somehow managed to hold her stance or at worst catch the bluenette, she'd have those insane curves to deal with!

Mizaki herself was somewhat curious how things would look, if she was to start the match by driving her huge bust straight into the redheads head!

"HYHHHHH!!!" Still screaming as she flew, Mizaki would open her arms and legs after what she believed to be the last bounce before impact, seemingly trying to make herself wider or perhaps simply add an additional lariat or kick to the mix. Strikes weren't to be in the match, but Mizaki felt she could have comfortably argued with the referee over such a form of hit; a referee who had already joined the duo, keeping her presence far and off to the sides, practically walking among the bouncy surface. Evidently, at least one figure within the 'ring' had opted to figure out how to safely walk upon the bouncy ground beneath them. Even if they weren't an individual who was wrestling!

Eyes widening as Arlise tried to somewhat catch the figure whom threw herself at her, the figures would embrace one another both as Arlise attempted to turn a bodysplash into a spine buster. The redheads arms hooking around her fine waistline, Mizaki's legs and arms would find themselves too having wrapped; more from being carried from the momentum of being suddenly brought to a stop than anything. Yelping rather cutely yet embarrassingly as she was brought straight down, Mizaki practically closed her eyes as she braced for that impact. Only, it never came.

Or rather, it did not come in the form she was expecting.

Back hitting the surface of the trampoline in that picture perfect spinebuster, both bodies would find themselves thrust immediately back up into the air. Her momentum not halted but simply shifted straight downwards, Mizaki and Arlise both would find the trampoline giving back, as Mizaki bounced straight back up into her redhead foe, carrying her off the ground with her!

The two flying through the air, bouncing a handful of times as their momentum burnt itself off, with Arlise's good looks hidden within a cleavage Mizaki was otherwise too preoccupied to take advantage of!

"ArghHHHHhhhharhGHHHHhhh...!" Her voice booming with every rise, only to drop as the bluenette came back down!

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Arlise's arms may have hugged Mizaki to ensure the spinebuster, but she worried that Mizaki was the one who captured her instead, when no mat existed.

All was fine at first. Lise scarcely managed to keep her face above Mizaki's full chest, but she focused on turning until Mizaki was the one descending first towards the mat. She could flatten Mizaki, throw her weight atop her, and perhaps lock in a grapevine while she held Mizaki to the surface...

It did not go how she wanted. Mizaki's back sank into the surface before any part of Lise, and as physics demanded, she catapulted back towards Lise. "AgMMMMPH!", Arlise squealed, silenced by Mizaki's breasts pounding against her face on the rebound as roughly as a pair of warm airbags, enough that the Battle Bunny had her nose crushed. With her opponent a rapidly rising force, Lise's face remained wedged into its predicament even while she herself was knocked upwards and backwards. In a bout of desperation from her plight and the loss of control, her fingers tightened where the back of Mizaki's bunny outfit met with bare skin.

They bounced up, and fell down, together, giving Lise's nose a welcome respite. She sucked in the welcome fresh air. "AhhMMM!" Her back landed first, with Mizaki's chest crushing her from above and smothering her again. Then they were back in the air, and she welcomed several seconds of freedom with an "Aaaagh!" in frustration.

Having lost the scheme of who held who, Lise only breathed in relief as they rolled onto their sides and slowed. They bounced once more before Lise's shoulders and rear gently sank into the pliable surface, bringing an end to their manic ride.

The Battle Bunny, red in the cheeks and watery-eyed from her close encounter with Mizaki, realized a moment too late that she was on the bottom of their tangle. Her eyes widened. The surface providing no leverage for her to crawl or escape, only acting like innocent quicksand beneath their combined weights...

A snap decision convinced her to shoot her pantyhose-clad legs up towards Mizaki's midsection in hopes of securing a bodyscissor.

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With the surface between the duo making itself known as a big-a-part of this match as either woman, Mizaki found herself yelping with every reducing bounce as she clung onto her busty red foe. The two hit some high time given the weight and force of their first bounce, with the crowd able to oogle and perverse at every single curve of both fighter as it was flung through the air. With only a few even managing to catch wind of the fact that in amidst that mixing red and blue hair, and moulding curves, was Arlise with a face-full of giant bosom!

Soon enough though, the momentum of the bouncing motion would wear itself thin; a moment that to Mizaki lasted nigh a lifetime before coming to an end, bringing both to a laid out posture on the ground. With both grips weak, disorientation mild but soon disappearing from that awkward ride, Mizaki found herself shaking her head to try and force some sense to it; her figure looking to rise slowly, hand to the trampoline, seemingly in effort to mount the girl she had just cuddled in the air with. Only, in amidst the carnage and awkward sharing of skin, Arlise had forced herself to react quicker; snagging those curvy thighs around Mizaki's soft tummy, seemingly in hopes of squeezing her dry!

"Ghh.." Moaning already, even with Arlise barely given time to press down, Mizaki forced herself forward as per her plan, even with those legs snagged around her figure. Soon forcing her torso atop of the equally-chested redhead, she'd mush down with what she could of her moderately dense figure, as if to build on the awkward and disorientating shared ride, and press a little more of the wind out of her foe. Thick busts matching; squishing together tightly with Mizaki's gaining the slight advantage due to gravity, the outfits of both mighty fighters would be tested greatly as that fabric was forced to stretch. If Mizaki was to somehow press tighter, both women could soon end up victim to a smother. Via their own busts!

"No..you don't..." Her intentions soon made fully clear, it seemed Mizaki had little intention of simply riding out that scissor by having a lie down on her foe. Raising her hands to the girls good lucks, with strikes still out of the question, the blue haired beauty would simply gaze into Arlise's own pair with a sly, if pained smile, before latching her hands to both her opponents mouth and nose! Trying to simply close them shut, and starve this stacked bunny of air!

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Arlise crossed her ankles and squeezed, sinking her thighs into Mizaki's sides to deter the woman on top from applying her own preferred hold. A smile at the small victory crossed her features...only to disappear when she found that her hips became submerged deeper into the surface of the trampoline, under her and Mizaki's weight. She dipped lower, and lower, to a point where Lise practically lay in a crater, her feet pointed towards the ceiling. The positioning effectively rendered her legs unable to constrict Mizaki's midsection with any real power. Knowing that all was not as well as she hoped, Lise, who might have lashed out with her elbow in any other match, stared into Mizaki's eyes with nervous anticipation...

...and a beating heart. With Lise robbed of options to stop her by the stipulations, Mizaki compressed her so tightly to the mat that Lise believed she could feel her opponent's every curve. In and of itself, having such a comely woman melded to the curves she herself offered would have been enough to leave Lise with hurried breaths, but that Mizaki's chest and stomach crushed hers helped to deepen the red hue of Lise's cheeks. With her pretty features growing as red as her hair, she panted and grimaced.

The uneven sound of Mizaki's defiant voice convinced her that her legs were perhaps still working to crush the other bunny, and she pulled herself from her inopportune thoughts in time to recross her ankles and squeeze with renewed vigor. But immediately her focus departed her again, when fingers brushed at the edges of her cheeks. "Wh-"

Her exhaled question went no further, as a strong hand clapped over her mouth and pinched her nose at the same time, robbing her of speech, composure, and most dangerously of all, her breathing! Her eyes stared with panic into those of her opponent, as if in disbelief at the woman's decision to smother her. But soon, instincts took over. She truly could not suck in a single breath!

An attempt to scream ended in her throat. Her hands yanked at Mizaki's arms in an attempt to free either her nose or mouth, but with her breathing having already been labored and no stable surface beneath her, she could not gather the needed strength. In stubbornness, she attempted to maintain her bodyscissor and squeeze more tightly, but her legs soon dropped to the currently useless "mat" when she decided to dedicate all to escape. She shoved down with her feet in hopes of breaking her entire body free...but once more, her heels only pushed into the trampoline's net.

The Battle Bunny was at risk of losing her battle with consciousness, for the moment.