Ichika Rei vs. Bubbles Burste - Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Oof. This was a first.

Not the first time Bubbles had been knocked on her butt, no, but she’d be damned if she could remember a time when it ever happened so early in a match. Ichika had some real talent. Quick, punchy, spunky. Just the kind of girl she loved to play with in more intimate matches. So many missed opportunities, here.

Irritating as it was, it wasn’t enough to keep the Virgin Killer down for long, and she was about to turn herself over and push her way back up when her opponent came over to help her...sort of. She got Bubbles onto her back, seized her arm between her legs, and the next thing she knew, she was being pulled back in one of the most painful submissions wrestling had to offer.

”Ow! Geez, ow!” She yelped as Ichika yanked her back, twerking her spine, wrenching it further and further back. She wasn’t about to tap, too early for that, but damage was being done to her body in a hurry. Needed to get out of this.

She pounded her fist on the floor, gritted her teeth, and started to push her way up, powering up to a knee even while Ichika continued to wrench the hold. It wasn’t the best way to counter a hold like this, but it was the only way she was aware of.

The odds were certainly not in favor of our bluenette upstart. The odds put against her are big, like 115lbs-more big. Still, it just made her push herself to the edge of what she could do. To offer a stellar performance is her aim, after all. To prove herself as the better woman against this stark example of a giantess - her goal.

Ichika pulled as hard as she could, trying to chip away as much strength from her foe! Her legs latched onto her meaty arm, and hers wretched on her face! The hold served the purpose of applying torque on her shoulder and neck along with her back.

The yelp of Bubbles was the prime evidence of her ever-growing success early to the match and it painted a grin on her face. With the size difference between the two, Ichika could not do anything to stop her from being hoisted up. It prompted Ichika to yank harder, trying to slow her down!

But she’d soon see the precarious position she was in. Not wanting to be smashed to pieces, she would quickly try to shift the hold. One leg would leave Bubble’s arm and try to slip behind her parallel leg. Her arms would switch target from her face to her other arm. It’s an attempt to slither her body more around Bubble’s busty frame and try to constrict her in an Octopus Stretch!!

Mariah looked on with shifting lips, watching the match with keen interest. This was one of the rare times where her focus in a match wasn’t on her wife, but on the woman she was dealing with. Ichika Rei was proving herself to be an interesting opponent, giving her wife far more of a challenge than she would’ve wagered so soon into the match. She hadn’t done too much research on this woman, not figuring she would be anything special, but not that they were going at it, she was starting to wonder if that was something of a mistake.

The blunette had energy. Fire. Far more of it than she would’ve assumed for a rookie.

Her tactical mind in particular was on point, getting on top of Bubbles with such an effective hold early on. And when she started to lift up, she adapted quick and didn’t panic - right into the octopus hold. ”Nice, nice…”

Bubbles was impressed, too, though she was far too busy dealing with the pain to really voice it. She thought she was out of the woods when she rose up, but nope, Ichika just adjusted and adapted, pulling her arm back and making it even worse. ”Think you’re smart, huh?”

Painful as this was, as much as it nullified her strength, it did afford Bubbles more of an opportunity to move, and she used that to inch her way to the side, reach out, and grab hold of the ropes, looking to break this up before something snapped.

"It will be alright. You can do this! You can do this!" Assurance to herself while braving the storm of Bubbles trying to power her way out of the move. She calmed herself through breathing— huffing until it reached tranquil amid distress. Laid across the giant's back was precarious; so, she shifted to a more favorable one, an Octopus hold, through and through. The alteration was smooth - proof of her skill and finesse. But tenacity didn't lack either, slithering further down the limbs to constrict, yanking it in painful pulses.

"Ohh, thank you! I'm just getting started!" A giggle spurted out of her throat.

But those taunts were just mere attempts to mask her panic— from Bubbles, the crowd, and even herself. Bubbles was nearing the ropes as seconds passed by; stalling it was the only option she could pull in this position. Alas, Bubbles still found her way to the ropes, prompting her to break the hold.

Luckily, at that time, Ichika already formulated her next move.  She never left Bubbles rear. She reached out for both her arms to cross them over around her neck to the back. If successful, she'd propel to a jump. She'd then fold her legs in front of her torso. Knees jutted and primed on Bubble's barren back; she would fall on the mat on hers, pulling Bubble down with her to drive her to a Cutthroat Backstabber!!

Bubbles knew how this was supposed to work - while she was far more into hentai matches where things like rope breaks rarely came up, she still knew the basic flow of a match and things were supposed to happen. After the break, her opponent would release her, they’d move apart, then go back at it. Sounded about right.

And, for an instant, that was what Bubbles thought they were going with. But that turned out to not be the case. Not exactly.

She felt Ichika pulling at her back, gripping tight and forcing her away from the ropes. Normally, that wouldn’t have been too big of a problem, she had more than enough strength to support them both like this. But the sudden pull made it awkward, took her off guard. She was falling, and not at all in the way she wanted. There was something hard pressing at her back, too, digging in.

Bubbles realized what was going on about halfway down, but by then it was too late. She came down on Ichika’s knees, hitting with a solid impact that left the ring shaking. Groaning, aching, she rolled off and grasped her back, hissing at her aching ribs.

Timing is of the essence. Every second is crucial. Keep them on their feet, fending off your attacks that they wouldn't be able to dish out their own. Those are the words of Asai in case Ichika fights foes bigger than her as she had fought her fair share of bigger opponents in her time being a lightweight. And right now, it's flawless!

She hit Bubbles with a sickening backstabber, leaving her writhing on the mat! Even though the whole of Bubbles' weight bore down on her thin knees and legs, straining them, Bubbles took the brunt of the damage between the two of them. Sparks of excitement fed her ever-growing determination; it ignited fumes in the eager upstart. She kicked up her legs, folding her knees by her chest, putting her hands by her shoulders, and then-…

A kick-up. Shot up like a rocket. "WOOO!" Ichika exuberantly shouted as she felt the adrenaline bit in her chest. The events filled her zeal to continue—tearing her down until she's smaller than her. "Hope you didn't underestimate me Bubbles-chan. Cause that isn't good." she winked before running to the ropes, bouncing off of it for momentum.

Then, a leap! Her feet tucked in and shot forth like a cannon. Whatever Bubbles position was wouldn't matter because her big obliques are a good enough target all on their own.

Ah, the small ones. It had been a while since Bubbles took on an opponent like this, one who had a significant agility advantage over her. Well, pretty much all of her opponents had that going for them, but it was rare for her to face one that was this ahead of the curve, who had the skills to stay one step ahead of her no matter what. More than a little irritating for her to deal with.

But she would deal with it.

That backstabber sucked, but Bubbles was far from done off just that. Gritting her teeth, she pushed her way back up to standing, taking in deep gulps of air along the way, as she righted herself. One knee on the floor, on her way to being up again - but Ichika was closing in fast, not giving her the chance to breathe. Smart girl.

Didn’t mean it would work, though. As she leaped towards Bubbles and shot her legs out, Bubbles stepped back and grabbed her ankles, yanking her down to the mat. She kept that hold, too, as she dipped down and pulled her opponent’s legs over her shoulder and grasped them tight.

Summoning all her strength, she deadlifted Ichika clean off the canvas, held her high, then brought her back to the floor in a powerful, slamming her back against the canvas with a crashing powerbomb.

There she stood. Eye to eye against a giantess after decking them twice. Ah, how fitting it was for her debut. A precedent for what is to become. A career which no trials could hinder and would know no bounds.

She felt a need to enforce her control. Something daring. A gamble. Eyes honed forward; she zoomed towards the other side of the ring, throwing her back against the ropes. Rebounding full speed, her return run was like a blitz—unbridled. As Ichika leaped, the crowd stood, wanting to see her build upon her advantage until...

Bubbles reared back. Ichika's heart froze whilst mid-air, knowing full well that she would fall short. 'Crap!' Then, a snatch of her ankles cemented her horrors just as she fell. The botched move kept her in check as Bubbles affirmed her grip, hoisting Ichika upon her shoulder.

"No! Nooooo!" Hefted as if she was weightless, Ichika could only protest and thrash. She grasped the disaster that would soon come; being caught by someone just as huge is never good. With that thought, she hurled a barrage of punches down Bubbles' face with a yell. She yearned for an escape, trying to shackle her way out of the Virgin Killer's tight grip.

Alas, all those were in vain; no opening revealed themselves. The height to which Ichika was lifted took her breath away, eyes agape. A lull before the storm sank in, forced to stare at the concerned crowd. Time felt slower until Bubbles plummeted her down the mat! Back-first, her lungs deflated with an agonizing scream! The impact sent the ring to tremors as it also made her body flop before spanking the mat one last time! The cacophonous shriek of a lightweight body crashing onto the canvas made the crowd shrink into their seats.

Pain roared its way into every limb, her face twisted in agony. Her hips were folded and exposed in full view; her legs rested at the sides of her head. Lithe fingers twitched and curled on the pool of her azure hair. Eyes glassy, mouth slightly opened as her chest dipped and rose. She was stunned, if not out.

Boom.

Ha. Bubbles sometimes forgot how much she enjoyed slamming people around. She so rarely got to do it in her matches - sure, her hentai matches could be hard hitting affairs, but she rarely got too crazy with them, didn’t break out the sort of heavy hitting artillery that she normally had waiting in the wings. Here, she had a chance to cut loose, to go all out.

Not that she wasn’t going to earn it. Ichika fought hard all the way, smacking her face over and over, giving her hard blows that rocked her skull. With no way to cover her face, she had to take each and every one straight on, and they were almost enough to bring the whole effort down before she could even drop the hammer.

But almost just wasn’t enough. Bubbles endured, fought through it, and brought her foe into the mat with all of her strength, getting a meteoric impact, one so crushing that she fell right after on her back.

Deep breaths. Take a moment to chill.

”Bubbles!” She shot her head up at her wife’s cries and looked about, confused. ”Pin her! Pin!”

Oh, right, she’d almost forgotten that part of things. It had been a hot minute since she’d tried to put someone’s shoulders on the mat for three straight seconds, but she got to work on it right away. Popping up, she rolled over Ichika’s body and draped over her chest, pressing down on her for the three count.

The referee obliged, sliding over and slapping the mat right away. ”1…!”

The peril was there, right before her eyes.

Ichika knew the threat the moment she set foot in the ring. Strength was never her forte. Nor size. So, this kind of thing was bound to happen one way or the other - where those lacks would come to haunt her. Ichika just never thought it would be this soon. She had done everything by the books. Moves that always come handy for a small wrestler like her. She was agile, fast. Nigh unpredictable and cunning. She didn't stay on her feet for a second, running circles around them!

But still, after all that, she found herself in a familiar spot when faced against people far larger than her: a powerbomb. A move that could well end her with one shot; Or make her life miserable for the rest of the match. But even then, Ichika didn't stop. She never froze. Never did she let herself be consumed by what was to happen, hitting everything she could to try to stop them. She fought valiantly, punching over and over their nigh impregnable defenses. Unfavorable positions do call for desperations, innit?

But all those managed was to stall the inevitable. The move reigned true, crashing Ichika to the ring that it might as well have collapsed under her! The sight was horrifying, freezing those that saw it down to their very core, even those at the safety of their homes behind their TV sets. Seeing a lightweight smashed like that was usual in this business. But when it came from a juggernaut, outsizing the poor girl more than twice deserves a different question all on its own!

She laid there, limbs strewn in all directions as she dreamt. Her cheek kissed the welcoming canvas that urged her to sleep. Mouth ajar, blue needles veiled her lost face, and tips of it sat upon the corner of her lubricated brims, touching the tongue that lolled out. Nary a groan beckoned as her chest dipped and rose slowly, eliciting ragged wheezes as if her throat was made of sandpaper.  

Her eyes fluttered open and shut. The sound of being lost and dazed in her own stupor was too damn compelling. But the weight and pressure that soon pressed on top of her obliques and the shadow of the referee stooping low on her belly to count soon slapped her back to reality!

"1..." She has a name to uphold. Not to mention, a debut to win! So, she mustered herself. Waiting, pulling herself back to her senses as she traded pride for time.

"2..." Her breathing hastened, amassing all the steam her soggy body stored. While not enough to turn the tides in and of itself, she hoped it would be enough to keep the ball rolling. With that, just about when the final smack was to come down, she'd coil a leg, then kicking it out like a piston! She'd raise a shoulder on the opposite side, shooting a fist skyward, trying to buck them off of her and roll to the other front!

If success finds her, she'd continue to roll far and about Bubbles to try to regain as much strength she'd need to carry on!