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

Three seconds. That was all Bubbles needed, and she could take this hot little morsel home, and…

...oh, right, this wasn’t a POW match.

The Virgin Killer groaned at that realization, the sad fact that she wouldn’t even have the chance to enjoy Ichika after she won the match. The bell would ring, the crowd would cheer, she would get a win added to her record - big whoop, who cared about a hentai wrestler picking up standard wins? After that, she’d leave the ring without  a single orgasm. Thank Sweet Jesus she had Mariah to help her work off the stress. How did wrestlers like Valley Doll and Sayumi do these boring vanilla matches all the time? What was the point of getting half-naked and grinding against other half-naked women without sex?

It left her baffled, that was for sure, and she wouldn't be getting those answers soon. She still had a match to do, for better or worse.

Ichika might’ve been a newcomer to the AFW, but the woman wasn’t new to the ring, that much was obvious. She had a bit more stamina than Bubbles would’ve given her credit for, and she showed it by throwing her first up before the final count, surviving, defiant and fighting. Her escape had enough oomph to make the Virgin Killer fall off and give her some space, which she used to roll away and make distance between. ”Aw, come ooooooooooon.”

Bubbles pouted and groan, but a nearby slap on the mat took her attention. ”Bubbles.” Mariah waved her way and pointed towards the rolling Ichika. ”Eyes on the prize, baby.”

”I know, I know.” With a huge huff, she pushed up to her feet and lumbered after Ichika, closing with a few big steps. She reached down and attempted to grab her opponent by the head to lift her, putting a tight grip on her with both hands. ”Come on, little blue, let’s get this over with. Sooner you let me pin, the sooner I’ll stop ragdolling you around the ring.”