Judy "Brawny Belle" West vs Satomi Hasake

Win by pinfall or submission. Orgasms don't count


Judy made her way to the ring in her frilled pink spandex, breasts bouncing merrily with her energetic skips. She was starting to like the crowd quite a bit. They adored her, for one, (between her sexy figure and aggressively sexual nature) and she was really starting to enjoy being watched while she did her business. Her dense, bare arms waved over her head, simply making her bosom bounce even more as she spun and skipped, kissing cheeks and hugging fans on the way down the ramp. She made her way around the ring once she'd reached it, continuing to service the fans. She leaned in close for strong hugs and kisses, men and women alike reaching to caress her solid figure. She even wound up urging an inquisitive teen into squeezing her breasts when she caught her staring at her hard nipples. The girl was a mess of blush and giggles when Judy finally parted with her to enter the ring, turning slowly in a massive flex of her muscles before leaning in her corner, breasts heaving gently as she caught her breath from the thrill of the entrance and awaiting her foe.

'So this is it. No calculations to determine the outcome before it begins. No theory in a beginning and end. No numbers to-' The young scientist had been running through her mind a possible outcome, but with the limited knowledge she had on her opponant, there was nothing she could really determine. Either way, none of the mattered now as she heard her opponants intro come to an end, and she knew it was her turn; it was time. Although she had imagined she would be nervous, Satomi felt a lot less afraid about this than she initially imagined, and that had a lot to do with Shizuka, a new ally she made during her first day in a spar, who helped boost Satomi's self esteem a little.

The trancy, japanese rock song had begun, having a mix of both technical and upbeat, signaling Satomi's entry as the young scientist made her way out from backstage and down the aisle. Though she was knew, she showed promise, and so she had her own handful of fans. But having always been a bit of the type to abstain from getting so close to others, she did no more than a few handshakes, nods, or a polight smile to her fans, swallowing her nervousness as she walked down. Wearing what was evidently a lab coat, Satomi had beneath that a school-like uniform. White sleeved t-shirt with a maroon vest over it, a striped skirt to match, long, tube socks tucked in simple, brown shoes, all with the lab coat over it, stretching down t her knees. Mixing that with her glasses (which had a small band on the back to keep it from falling mid-match) and her two black pigtails that showed her large foreheard, the girl, overall, seemed a little bit more than just a scientist, almost to the point where you could call her somewhat nerdy, but in a reasonably cute way, like she was hiding a true beauty beneath that.

Stepping down the aisle and too the ring, a very modest and reserved step in her walk, Satomi casually climbed into the ring, stepping between the ropes before walking across the mat, only to see who her opponant was, sizing her up a little. 'My first... My first opponant is her???' She looked terrifyingly strong, but Satomi swallowed her fear and offered her hand, hoping that at least the girl was friendly, not aware of just how friendly she was since she failed to see Judy's entrance.

Judy smiled widely as she watched her sheepish opponent enter and cross the ring.

"Awwww, she's adorable!" she thought. "It's like I just wanna snuggle her up all tight and leave that cutesy little body all quivering on my sheets soaked in her sweat and cum in my bed." It was probably something like a compliment in her mind.

When Satomi offered her hand, Judy gladly gripped it, though careful not to squeeze too tightly. She was all smiles as her body rippled lightly from the shake. "Hi!" she said brightly. "I'm Judy." She'd rest a hand on Satomi's side, a slight but suggestive motion. "And is your name as pretty as your face, miss scientist?"

'Phew' When the girl took her hand and offered a warm greeting, Satomi couldn't help but breath a silent sigh of releif, feeling a great weight lifted off her shoulders when she noticed how her opponant wasn't such a mean person at all. As a matter of fact, she seemed pretty nice, a bit overcheerful for Satomi's tastes, but there was nothing wrong with having too much optimism, right?

"Ah, my name? Satomi, Satomi Hakase. It's a pleasure to meet you're aquantence, Judy." Very polight and sophisticated as she spoke, the girl's voice was soft and although a little withdrawn, she was gaining confidence in her tone, speaking a bit quickly with her respectful words, just as one would expect from a scientist. Most ironic though was that Hakase was Japanese for Professor, so she quite literally seemed born into the trade.

Shaking hands with the girl, Satomi's eyes momentarilty fixated on the Judy's bust, noticing how just with the slightest movement, this larger girl's impecable body seemed to really have it's own motion, causing Satomi to blush a little around the back of the ears and cheek as she suddenly felt dwarved to this girl. Then again, appearances came second to Satomi, science was more important to her than something as trivial as appearance. Despite feeling that way though, Satomi had her own, modest and withdrawn beauty, but that was something Judy would explore later.

Judy licked her lips briefly as she nodded in approval. "Lovely indeed," Judy confirmed for her. "I like my opponents to be lovely. Makes them just oh-so... squeezable." She'd chuckle, sensuality mingled with her voice as she gently gripped Satomi's side. The girls fairly petite frame did make her own body just beg to fondle and rub it down.

She'd lean in a bit and purr by Satomi's ear. "Give me a half-decent match, sweetie, and I'll see that you get a happy ending to it," she promised in a sugar-sweet tone.

'Squeezable? So she must be a grappler I presume.' Leave it to someone who had too many brains to not get the hint. The scientist didn't catch the perverted tone at first to Judy's suggestion, taking it more as a hint of what kind of style she had, and Satomi took that to heart. Knowledge was her greatest asset, and she would always use it to her advantage.

Satomi almost jumped then when the larger girl put her hand on her shoulder, and the scientist was about to take a step back. But upon noticing how soft the grip was, she didn't take it as a threat, and instead just had a bead of sweat down her forehead, giving a nervous smile as she used one hand to adjust her thinly framed, round glasses. "The only happy ending is a victory, and I'd rather you don't give me that." She said still a little nervously, once again still not catching on, either too naive or just too book smart to have that kind of humor. She did find it weird that the girl sounded so.. sensual, and for a moment, in the back of Satomi's mind, she had a feeling that this girl actually meant something lecherous and perverted, but she shook away such a thought, her blush fading as she awaited for the girl to let go so Satomi could take her stance and they could begin. She needed some time to gain her concentration anyway.

Judy would advance slowly on the little scientist, arms at the ready for a grab. She'd feel comfortably confident about her opponent, so she'd test to see if she could get a bit of a reaction from her in the process of her advance. Presumably not getting one, Judy would wind up swinging to grab at Satomi's coat. Whether she grabbed or was grabbed, she'd attempt to use her leverage to spin Satomi around and deliver a firm smack on her bottom.

Having entered her stance, Satomi was starting to put on a more serious expression now. Her lips no longer curved, as they were no more than a thin line, and her eyes focused as she stood now in what looked like a unique Hapkido stance. In the back of Satomi's mind, numbers were crunching, equations solving, and theories arising, all of which she had answered in only seconds.

'Target's mass... structure... body type... roughly determined.' She would need more time to learn about this girl just from what she saw, but before that was possible, Satomi noticed the attack coming, and so, she reacted, staying defensive as she tried to understand the attack. 'Speed, distance... velocity determined. Angle, distance, length, width, arm mass understood.' Her astounding intelligance caused her not to just see the attack, but numbers too. All sorts of equations and charts invisibly floating around Judy in Satomi's mind, helping her to avoid the attack. And thus, in the manner only an expert would be able to, Satomi adeptly duckled low, just out of the range of Judy's swing and grab. Though Satomi wasn't expecting a grab too, she got lucky she chose to duck instead of counter. There, with what little timeframe she had to attack, Satomi thrusted one hand forth, aiming to make a swift chop to the side of Judy's left calf, aiming for a nerve. Her opponant was big, but Satomi knew size wouldn't help too much in cushioning this. However just the slightest move could make Satomi miss and just give basic chop without hitting the nerve, but Satomi was willing to risk, hoping Judy wasn't quick enough.

"Uh?" Judy blurted dimly when Satomi dodged her attack, bobbing under it and striking her leg with a sudden explosion of electric pain.

"Yow!" she yelped, turning to swing her right arm wildly at her to try and drive Satomi back so she could rub the tenderized nerve. "Even little bees have stings, eh?" she'd grunt, though some laughter in her voice.

'Personal anastomotic nerve struck, she- ...she's still standing?' She knew she miscalculated. She was probably off by no more than a few centemeters, but then again, with the amount of muscle this girl had, it made it more difficult to get an accurate attack. Still, Satomi had been quite surprised by this, and attempted to get up and back away to gan her stance again, but with being crouched, she was left with few options to dodge, and as she ended up trying to roll away, proving to be quite agile, Satomi still had been caught in the attack. "Agh!" As Judy's right arm came down, she managed to flick Satomi back, hitting her in mid roll as the young scietist was scent rolling on the mat without control, stopping near the center of the ring as she was a little dazed from the attack. In the middle of the ring now, on her back, Satomi breathed quickly, her modestly, B or roughly C sized chest rising and falling a few times as she composed herself.

"Un..Unfortunately, a bee always dies after it's sting." Satomi said with a struggled laugh, trying to shake off her own pain as she blurted out a random fact while on her back, feeling it had to pertain with the situation. That always was a bad habit of hers... She slowly got to her feet, a little dazed, but still relatively fresh for the fight. Resuming her strange Hapkido stance; KiGeodo as she called it, she tried to analyze her opponant again, but after that attack, she had a little bit of an ache that distracted her mind from focusing.