Harley Jackson vs. Momoka Shinokawa - Kawaii Humiliation

Harley Jackson vs. Momoka Shinokawa
Humiliation Match
Anything Goes, Victory by Humiliation Submission only




Momoka had gone through a whole lot lately. Her constant role of tsukkomi to the Brat Pack was tiring enough, but on top of that, the whole ordeal with her partner and roommate Misuzu hadn't quite settled down yet either. While they were back to at least cordial terms after agreeing to a ceasefire, a tense and hostile atmosphere still lingered between them. It was to be expected, considering how viciously their catfight had been that night, leaving most of their living room and both of their tender parts completely destroyed, and without a clear winner. She still wanted to stomp that disgusting pervert's pussy into the ground, but the threat of their mutual destruction kept them both behaving nicely.

It wasn't exactly the first time they clashed, though it was by far the most brutal and intense, and they'd probably go back to tolerating each others' presence eventually, but right now that felt a long time off.

Not that she had the chance to dwell on that, considering her next match was starting in mere minutes. Shaking her head violently to try and clear away her thoughts, Momoka took a deep breath and stepped forwards onto the stage. The usual series of boos rained down, not that she expected any different given her attitude and actions, while she made her way down the ramp and over to the ring, dressed in her standard red sports bra and bloomers under a loose pink jersey jacket.

She hadn't really bothered to look into her opponent for the night, outside of the fact that she had giant tits and was pretty full of herself. But those were the only two reasons Momoka needed. Nothing made her happier than getting to beat the crap out of some bitch who thought her big boobs made her better than all the other smaller-chested girls. Girls like Momoka herself. Even if that wasn't the actual reason she was cocky, that was still the only thing Momoka was going to believe regardless. She had been under a lot of stress, and beating on an over-sized pair of balloons was a great tension reliever.

With a bratty and defiant look on her face, Momoka climbed up onto the ring and proceeded over towards her corner with little fanfare. Crossing her arms and leaning back against the turnbuckle, she anxiously awaited for her next opponent to arrive, eager to get her hands on her.

Harley's theme would blare through-out the arena and she would be met with loud cheering and clapping, minus the odd boo that was probably due to her recent comments about the kawaii division, they would seem to quickly be drowned out by the cheering though as Harley ran out into the arena and would jog with a little bit of a limp towards the ring while high fiving the fans on that side of the ramp before reaching the point where she was just in front of the ring.

Harley would then look at her opponent for a second to a very quiet response from the crowd before looking back at the other side of the ramp and getting loud cheers, the crowd being exposed to Harley enough to know what was about to happen as Harley would run back up the ramp high fiving all the fans on that side of the ramp before slowly jogging forward so she would be in front of the ring again, the kawaii getting a little tired out from her display.

Harley would then suddenly turn when approaching the ring and would run around the whole outside area of the ring high fiving all the fans in the front row before she would finally roll through the bottom rope, Harley panting now and clearly being pretty tired out from her big run, it was also likely that her opponent wouldn't be very pleased with Harley taking so long to enter the ring.

Regardless though Harley would approach her opponent and put her hand out for a handshake and say " Hello! I'm Harley Jackson nice to meet you!"

Momoka was naturally pretty irritated at all of Harley showboating, in stark contrast to her own quick and straightforward entrance. It was even more irritating, in a way, that the girl was already out of breath by the time she got in the ring. Was she even taking this seriously?

The pink-haired brat just glared as the busty girl came up to her, her anger focusing itself on those large sacks of flesh bouncing up and down. Glancing over towards the outstretched hand, Momoka instead looked back up and stared at Harley eye-to-eye, just before slapping the girl's hand away.

"Back off Thunder Tits, I'm not falling for that nice girl act." she spat viciously, I'm just here to kick your ass and humiliate you."

Harley would still be out of breath but it would be coming back pretty quickly, the fact that she did that little performance before most matches was starting to make her be less and less impacted by the run every time.
Harley's smile would seem to fade a little bit when Momoka slapped her hand away and Harley would slowly bring that hand back onto her own hip.

" How about naughty girl act then? also I'd prefer it if you kissed my ass. but seriously you should consider being nicer to people, you're actually quite cute so it's a wasted opportunity when you decide not to be admirable." Harley would say turning her back on the pink haired woman for the last part of it before walking to her corner.

Harley would then walk out into the middle of the ring again after the bell would ring, sticking out her arms to challenge Momoka to a test of strength though she intended to use speed and her sharp wits more than her strength.

"Psh, whatever..." Momoka blew off Harley's comment, crossing her arms over her (flat) chest as she watched the dark-haired girl walk away. So typical for someone who probably thought their boobs made them great to think just because she looks cute she had to act nice, she thought to herself bitterly. All the more reason to try and prove her wrong.

As soon as the bell rang, the pink-haired girl would move to meet Harley in the center of the ring, eager to get things started. She rose her eyebrow slightly as her foe raised her arms, apparently challenging her to a test of strength. Even if she was against someone roughly the same size as her, that kind of thing really didn't suit her.

Momoka rose her own arms and approached as if to accept Harley's challenge, however at the last moment she drew her arms back and instead threw a stiff forearm bash aimed right at her foe's massive rack.

Harley would be planning to quickly run behind her opponent as soon as she accepted the test of strength but would be surprised to find that Momoka had a similar plan as the pinked haired woman's elbow collided with Harley. Harley would let out a light yelp as her opponent made impact and would be knocked back a little bit as she readjusted her legs as to not fall onto her behind.

Harley would then try to quickly bring her leg up and twist her body as she aimed a sharp kick to Momoka's ribs, Harley's leg coming in from the side. She didn't appreciate her breasts being targeted but wouldn't seem too upset about it but for now would just trying to offer some quick retribution for the blow she just took.

Momoka's face curled in a smug grin, feeling more than a little satisfied as she smacked Harley's tits. Just as she was winding up for another shot at her foe's chest however, the dark-haired girl had already recovered and sent a hard kick to her ribs.

"GAH...!" Momoka yelped in pain, sent staggering a few steps to the side, holding her ribcage. "Why you...!"

Pivoting on her feet, the pink-haired girl flung herself right back towards Harley with her arm out, attempting to hit her opponent with a short-range clothesline to the chest.

Harley would now be grinning, as if her opponents grin had been contagious and transferred through strikes, though her grin wouldn't last long as after Momoka seemed to be keeled over she would suddenly launch herself at Harley and slam her arm against Harley's chest in a sudden clothesline.

Harley normally was pretty quick at reacting to moves but she was used to fighting slower bigger opponents so despite her efforts to hop back a little bit she would still be caught in the clothesline and then up being knocked down onto her back, the clothesline was painful but truthfully it would be more the momentum of the move that knocked Harley down than the strength of her opponent.

" Stop touching my breasts! you're going to cause them to grow more!" Harley would yell after falling onto her behind. Harley's breasts were already a hassle to her and she didn't like the idea of that myth being true and that her opponents constant contact with her breasts would make them grow.

Momoka again felt pretty good about nailing her opponent in the boobs, using the resistance from the hit to stop her momentum and turn around. However, the comment about making them bigger only caused her temper to flare up again. She was more than aware that the whole 'touching them makes them bigger' thing was a bunch of nonsense, and didn't exactly like being reminded of it.

"Ghhhhh... HOW ABOUT IF I STOMP THEM FLAT THEN!?" Momoka shouted angrily as she stood over the downed Harley, raising her foot and attempting to stomp down hard on her opponent's cushy chest.

Harley would quickly notice that she had seemed to hit a nerve with her opponent and would try to quickly get up but would be surprised by the sudden stomp into her chest which would make her turn onto her side while holding her breast in pain.

The crowd would loudly boo the pinked haired woman with short breast syndrome, Harley had seemingly gotten a bit more over with the fans than even she knew and so far doing as little as mistreating their little wrestling princess would be distasteful enough to lead to some aggressive fans. It would probably help though that her opponent seemed to be someone known for being particularly nasty so the booing would be drowning out the arena due to the reputation of both wrestlers.