Rainbow Mika vs. Anesthesia - The Dark Nightingale Returns

Match Type: Smother Skirmish
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by facesitting your opponent until she either submits or is rendered unconscious. All other standard rules apply.


As the Friction crowd settled in for the next match, they had one, pressing question: why was there a swivel chair in the middle of the ring?

After the last match, one of the stage crew came out and brought a chair to the middle of the ring, just leaving it there without any explanation or hint as to what it meant. There wasn’t an interview coming up, so that couldn’t be it, and it wouldn’t make sense as a prop for a match. The stethoscope on the chair was weird, too.

Then a familiar tune began to play, and it all started to make since.

”Uh, yeah, and you don’t stop...”

Out came Anesthesia with a thermometer in her mouth accompanied by the Rose of Roses, Sista A, the two of them standing tall at the top of the ramp. The World’s Naughtiest Nurse looked about, taking in the audience’s jeers and boos, seeing their scolding eyes and their shaking fists. Little ants scurrying beneath her heel, waiting for their turn to be squished.

She’d missed them. Or, to be more precise, she missed ignoring them, belittling, and dashing their hopes and dreams.

Anesthesia took the thermometer out, gave it a good wagging, then slid it down between her bunched breasts, held tight in the smooth skin. A sultry smile, a soft sigh, and off she went, strutting down the ramp with Sista A close behind.

”You really need to do all this?” Sista A whispered Anesthesia’s way and shifted the Rose of Roses championship belt higher up her shoulder, keeping it nice and snug. ”Seems kind of...not you. The way you say how you hate all these people all the time.”

”Eloquently put, as usual.” Anesthesia licked her lips as she strolled, hips swaying about in time to the music’s sultry beat. ”You should know better than most, Aisha dear - if you have it, there’s no shame in flaunting. A body like this was meant to be put on display.”

She gave her disciple an extra swish of the hips to emphasize her point, right as they reached the bottom of the ramp. Sista A moved around the ring and took her place on the far side, while Anesthesia made her way up the steps and came in through the ropes, alone. This was her night, after all. Sista A was there for support when needed, but she was the focus for this match.

Anesthesia swished her way over to the chair and sat down, then crossed her legs while she spun about it, leaning back and giving the world an excellent view. She put the stethoscope on, checked her own heartbeat, pulled out the thermometer and ran it along her tongue…

Ah, all the old favorites. It felt good to be back. Now, all she needed was her playmate for the evening.

The crowd was, unsurprisingly, intrigued. Some remembered Anesthesia's time as a heel with the old Rumble Roses league, and so started booing, unwilling to forgive her slights against fan favourites like Reiko Hinomoto and Dixie Clements. Others remembered Anesthesia as well, and cheered the naughty nurse for the exact same reason. Many others cheered regardless because, well...because one of the competitors was a sexy nurse.

Of course, as it turned out, she wasn't going to be facing merely anyone.


An upbeat electronica theme began to play, and the crowd cheered as they recognized the theme. With a blaze of pyrotechnics, Rainbow Mika strode into the arena. Flashing her fans a V-sign, the Rainbow Warrior smiled and somersaulted forwards, running down the ramp and hi-fiving many of her cheering fans as she went. As she neared the ring, she showed off some more of her acrobatic ability by vaulting, latching her legs around the post and hauling herself up, raising both arms to the cheering crowd.

Hopping down to the ring, Mika eyed Anesthesia, and glared at her suddenly. Motioning to the ref girl, Mika picked up a microphone. "You!" she shouted, pointing at the naughty nurse. "I've heard of you, Anesthesia! I've heard of the low-down things you did in the Rumble Roses league, and the dirty tactics you used to win against better wrestlers! Tonight, here in this ring, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!" As if for emphasis, Mika slapped her generous bottom once, and as the fans went wild, passed the mic back to the ref girl...

From inside the ring, Anesthesia watched as her lovely opponent made her way down to the ring. The famed Rainbow Mika. Celebrated heroine of the wrestling world. A woman who’d come close to claiming the Friction World Title three or four years back. A legend between the ropes.

All impressive accolades, but as Anesthesia stood up and let the stagehands wheel her chair away, she couldn’t bring herself to think about any of them too much. Her mind was centered on one thing and one thing only.

That body.

The naughty nurse's tongue darted across her lips as Rainbow Mika came to the ring with all the subtlety of a runaway freight train, loud and proud. Anesthesia blocked out the crowd’s roar and scanned her opponent’s figure, savoring the generous amounts of flesh that Rainbow Mika was putting on display. Strong, solid thighs. Iron arms, made for suplexes. A sculpted core that cut a divine figure, fit for a marble statue.

Rainbow Mika had a fine form all over, no doubt, but Anesthesia found herself fixated on her ass, which - much to her delight - her opponent slapped after her little rant. It was clear to see why she put it on display so much. Muscular, yes, but it appeared soft at the same time, as if Anesthesia’s roving fingers could simply melt into it. She’d seen it many a time in pictures on the internet, too, but the same could be said about any work of art, and people still traveled to museums. True beauty had to be witnessed first hand.

The money she’d paid to set this match up had been well-spent. Indeed.

Anesthesia didn’t respond to Rainbow Mika for a moment, instead letting her gaze travel up and down the warrioress’ body, unambigiously admiring her form. When she finally looked Mika in the eyes, she spoke with a cool, sultry tone, one that did nothing to hide her growing lust.

”You’ve heard of me?” She smiled and let fly with the most innocent giggle she could stomach to make. ”I’m flattered, really and truly. Though I’m afraid you won’t be teaching any lessons tonight, dear.” Anesthesia wagged a finger Rainbow Mika’s way, just as the bell rang and the referee stepped back.

”You are right about one thing, however.” Anesthesia brought her hands up and moved forward, ducking low as she neared, challenging Rainbow Mika to a test of strength to get things kicked off. ”I won’t forget this night. Neither will you.” Her eyes narrowed and a wild spark took over, a flash across her face. ”No matter how hard you try.”

When Mika first issued her bold and (to her, anyway) heroic-sounding challenge to Anesthesia, she had expected the heel to react in a suitably villainous way in turn. Maybe a bout of foul language, or some cruel laughter, or a merciless round of taunting. These were the sort of things she was used to from previous bouts. What she did not expect, however, was for Anesthesia to look her over the way she did. And it wasn't the sort of look of a predator about to get its next meal-- there was undisguised lust in that gaze, and almost immediately, Mika suddenly felt vulnerable.

She almost shivered. Almost. But the last thing she wanted was to show weakness in front of Anesthesia.

"I'll remember kicking your ass, that's for sure!" Mika retorted, never once removing her gaze from Anesthesia's as the bell rang. Seeing Anesthesia motioning for a test of strength, Mika reciprocated and darted in, locking up with the naughty nurse, but remaining wary of any dirty tricks she might pull...

Loud proclamations, a heroine persona loved by the fans, swearing to destroy the foul villain she’d stepped in the ring with...yes, Rainbow Mika was reminding Anesthesia of someone quite clearly. She and Noble Rose would’ve gotten along splendidly, having quite a bit in common.

Mika’s ass was better, though.

And those breasts. Not that Fujiko’s pair was bad, but Mika’s were bigger, just big enough to be impressive without being obscene.

Fujiko’s taste in outfits was a bit better, however.

And Anesthesia could’ve done without Mika’s silly pigtails. They would make convenient things to grab in this match, at least.

Idle thoughts, ones that ended the second she clashed with Mika in the middle of the ring. Eager to test her boisterous foe’s strength, she planted her feet down and pushed forward, summoning her surprising power as she drove into her opponent. All the while, she made sure her face came close to Mika’s, near enough to blow a few heated breaths into her ear.

The moment Mika dove in against Anesthesia, it felt like grappling a wall: for such a slender woman, Anesthesia possessed shocking strength, and instead of driving the naughty nruse back, Mika instead found herself struggling not to be driven back in turn. Her arms trembled as she grappled with Anesthesia, and it took all of her strength to keep her foe in check. She gritted her teeth, and blushed as she felt Anesthesia's warm breath on her cheek.

Mika, however, was never going to win this battle on raw strength. She would suddenly slacken in her grip, allowing Anesthesia to power forward, before kicking her strong legs up around the nurse's waist. Arching her slender body back, she would press her palms to the mat and use her legs to try to flip the nurse forwards, aiming to propel her head over heels onto her back, and, hopefully, complete her move by cartwheeling back and driving her knees into her foe's chest!

Yes, yes, this was what Anesthesia had been missing in her life. The feel of a woman struggling against her and being slowly overcome, the close sight of straining muscles, the skin touching and sliding along each other…

Anesthesia moaned. A long, hot, lusty moan that she made sure Mika would hear.

She would’ve done more than that if given half the chance, but Rainbow Mika had other ideas. She sent Anesthesia flying with a...well, it wasn’t a move she recognized, but that didn’t make it any less effective. It ended up with Anesthesia on her back and knees driving into her chest, smashing her hard into the mat. Not the most pleasant spot to be in at any point, but with a match like this...

Mika felt gratified as her knees slammed down hard against Anesthesia's waiting orbs, hearing the expected gasp from her opponent. She admittedly felt a little flustered at the way her opponent had been acting earlier, but if Anesthesia was going to be so easily distracted, then so be it-- it would simply make it a lot easier for Mika to smash her to a pulp.

Clapping to her cheering fans, Mika would grab Anesthesia by the wrist and pull her to her feet, before twirling and whipping her towards the ropes. The moment Anesthesia bounced back, Mika would run at her, twisting in mid-run and leaping abck to slam her butt hard against her opponent's chest or face. "FLYING PEACH!" she would shout, announcing her move to her fans.

In a fitting showing for a woman with such a fine, fit, firm body, Rainbow Mika was quite active and light on her feet, giving Anesthesia little time to wallow on the floor. She’d scarcely been down before the pigtailed wrestler lifted her up and sent her off, making her dash towards the ropes.

But if she thought Anesthesia was a slouch, she would be sadly mistaken. The Dark Nightingale had studied her foe, knew her moves, and more importantly, knew how to counter them.

Plus, it helped that Mika announced her attack before throwing it.

When she turned and leaped through the air, spearheading with that magnificent rear end of hers, Anesthesia was ready. She reached up, wrapping her arms around Mika’s waist as she flew, and bent backwards, bridging out and turning the Flying Peach into a…

”German Suplex!”

She couldn’t resist.

Mika, as ever, was relying on speed here, hoping to blitz Anathesia so quickly, suddenly and violently that she couldn't mount a counter-attack, or at least couldn't make an effective one. What was what was going through Mika's head as she twisted in midair, about to use one of her most powerful muscles, and most hard-hitting moves, against the naughty nurse.

Who then, much to Mika's shock, stopped her in midair, wrapping her arms around her waist.

There was a rush of blood to Mika's head as her world went one-eighty, and then a tremendous slam against her skull as she was suplexed hard. Her entire body jolted, then briefly went limp as stars danced across her vision. "UGH!" she grunted, followed by a moan of "Owieee..." as her body slumped to the mat...