Tiffany Laurence vs Kim Rhee: This Is Your First Time...?

Hardstyle Hentai Match: Victory by pinfall or submission. Sexual tactics are encouraged, but orgasms do not count towards victory.

Unbroken by Lynyrd Skynyrd began to play, the crowd cheering as the music heralded the arrival of one of the first Texan wrestlers in the AFW. However, when the blonde came into view, the cheers doubled as they caught sight of her wearing an American flag print bikini and her cowboy hat.

Tiffany gave a wave as she made her way down to the ring as the announcer called into the microphone "The following is an AFW hardstyle hentai match!" before explaining the rules....as if the crowd didn't know them by heart. The Texan wasn't familiar with the name of her opponent, which made her an unknown to the blonde. All she knew was that this Kim Rhee was new to the AFW. And somehow, she drew a hentai event as her first match.

"Poor darlin'...." Tiffany mused to herself as she got in the ring. "Still...maybe it's best if she gets a taste of the more adult stuff early, and see if she still wants to wrestle here."

Posing, she raised her hands above her head, her large breasts threatening to pop out of the front on the bikini for a moment before the blonde ended her show as her entrance music came to an end. Going to a corner, Tiffany took off her hat and let it fall outside of the ring before settling her back against the turnbuckles and waiting for her opponent to make her appearance......

The crowd went into a murmuring fit as Tiffany’s music died down, leaving them with the awkward pause between entrances. There was a fair bit of apprehension going around, and with. Debuts were always a toss up in the AFW - you either got impressive, promising prospects, or flashes in the pan who fizzled out in a month.

They weren't sure what to expect of the newcomer as her music began, and that impression didn't change as she strode out from the curtain. She was a small thing, just over kawaii height, and while it was difficult to be sure thanks to the black, silk robe that covered her body, she didn't seem much better built than one. Short hair, Asian, though not Japanese - Korean, perhaps, judging by the small slits she had for eyes. Not ugly, certainly, with a face that would've been perfect for any magazine, even the ones that had to be hid from children’s eyes…but in the AFW, that was the rule, not the exception.

If Kim was bothered by the audience’s response - or lack thereof - she didn't show it. She just walked down to the ring, skipped up the steps on her, slid through the ropes, and padded her bare feet towards Tiffany, all with the slightest of smirks on her face.

She came close, daring to get within striking range of the mighty Texan. She stopped only a foot away, then reached up and gave Tiffany’s chest a squeeze, gripping and groping with deft fingers that seemed to know exactly how close to get to the nipple for maximum effect, tracing the areole through the thin fabric.

”Nice.” She whistled, speaking with the casual tone of someone who’d just found a plump orange in the market. She looked up at Tiffany and cocked her eyebrow, curiosity seeping into her features. ”Real?”

Tiffany cocked her head to the side as Kim Rhee made her appearance. The woman was tiny! She had also come to the ring barefoot, which was odd to the Texan, who still wore a pair of white wrestling boots despite her patriotic beach wear.

Despite the size difference between the two of them, and the fact she was a rookie in her first match, Kim approached her, unafraid and confident. Tiffany had to admit to feeling a sense of admiration at that. She respected courage,

But then she reached out and found Tiffany's breast and suddenly the blond found herself at a loss as fingers traced around the edges of her nipple, making it hard and erect, poking up against the fabric of her top. The Texan's breasts and nipples had always been sensitive, and apparently Kim knew her way around a woman's body.

"Unnhh.." she moaned briefly before giving a slight cough, trying to appear unfazed. "Yep. One hundred percent homegrown and all natural." She replied with a grin. "Welcome to the AFW, by the way."

It was hard to keep and a friendly and level tone while a hand was on one's breast, but Tiffany was up to the challenge.

"Good to meet ya..."

She reached up, her hand cupping Kim's breast through her robe, giving it a firm squeeze in return before the referee cut in, saying "Ok ladies, break it up and save it for the match you two..."

It would've been nigh impossible for anyone in the audience to tell, but if Tiffany were astute, she might've noticed that Kim’s smile increased by an ever-so-slight fraction the moment she heard that telltale moan, as if the hardened nipple wasn't a big enough hint by itself. The slight twerk of her hips, the small nibble on her lip...she was eager. Like a cat who'd just caught sight of a juicy little mouse to play with. Tiffany could pretend all she liked. Her body was honest.

”I see.” Kim had a small chuckle, as she found a particularly interesting star to rub with her index finger. ”Everything’s bigger…”

She let the adage finish itself, guessing that Tiffany had heard it close to a thousand times since she hit puberty. When her foe returned the gesture, however, she was quick to respond. Not with a moan, but by leaning into it, licking her lips, silently craving more.

She would have been all too glad to do more than that, too, but the referee just had to come along and spoil the fun. With a disappointed pout, she stepped away and moved to her corner, turning about and sashaying every step of the way.

Growing more eager by the second, she spun on her heel and leaned against the turnbuckle, waiting for the bell to the toll. The second it did, she stepped forward, undid her sash and let the robe fall down to reveal...


Whistles and catcalls echoed throughout the arena at the sight, the AFW fans clearly liking what they saw. Kim wasn't the biggest or the bustiest to set foot in
Friction, but for her size, everything was in perfect proportion. Her breast, barely hidden underneath the tiny material, rolled from side to side with every step. Her skin was soft, begging to be touched. Her ass was firm but full, just enough muscle to show her training, just enough fat to show her curves.

A bombshell. Judging by the way she strutted towards Tiffany, she knew it, too.

With a knowing smile, she closed the distance on her opponent. Saying nothing. No attack. Just looking at the Texan, taking in her every reaction. Waiting. Thinking...

The blonde caught the widening Cheshire grin of the Asian, but found herself distracted by the slight nibble that Kim gave her own bottom lip, the slight shifting of her hips. She misread those as signs of arousal.

*My god, is she turned on just from touching me? This girl is wild! The match may be short.....but it will be entertaining!* she thought to herself as Kim leaned forward, pushing more of her breast into Tiffany's hand.

The referee sent them back to their corners, with Tiffany backing away. Kim, though, strutted? No, sashay was the word for what she was doing. But when the Asian reached her corner, and let her robe fall away, the blonde found herself marveling at the sight in front of her, her lips parting slightly in both amazement....and more than a hint of desire. She was perfect. There was no other way to put it. Kim's body was beautifully stunning, radiating pure sex, it seemed to the Texan. And the swimsuit she was wearing made the cowgirl feel like she came to this overdressed.

Tiffany almost missed the bell ringing to start the match, She had to focus. This was a match, and even though it was a hentai one, there was wrestling to do. Thankfully this wasn't one of the softer, more of a sexfight type of matches, such as a bedroom match or erotic oil wrestling. She would be halfway finished already.

She came forward, about to lock up....only to stop as she saw Kim slowly advancing. What was she thinking? Surely she knew she joined a wrestling league, right?

"Darlin', you know there's still wrestling to be done here, right?" she called. "Cause I do intend to fight you even if sex is part of the match...!"

After giving Kim a second to process that, Tiffany would lunge forward, swinging her arm in a hook at the Asian's sexy body, aiming at her stomach!

Once again, Tiffany’s response didn’t escape Kim’s watchful eye. It was exactly the sort of thing she was expecting, confirmation that she liked what she saw. Sort of a foregone conclusion, really - this wasn’t the sort of thing you came into with a strong appreciation for the female body. All the same, Tiffany had no doubt seen more than her fair share of nearly-nude asian women. That Kim could take her breath away was a fact worth noting…

But, all the same, Kim couldn’t help but note those muscles that Tiffany had in abundance. As her opponent made her way out of the corner, strategy was forming in her head, and a big of it would be not finding out firsthand just how hard they could hit.

Kim was still walking when Tiffany spoke, and she only stopped when she came within arm’s length of her opponent. It seemed she thought the newcomer wasn’t taking things seriously enough. She wasn’t completely wrong.

Sure as the sunrise, Tiffany came at her with a punch. There were a lot of ways Kim could’ve responded. Violent ways. Sexy ways. A mixture of both.

Instead, she took a step back, moving just out of range. ”Oh, I’m aware.” Kim shrugged and put on an innocent mask. ”We can start whenever you’re ready.”

Kim smoothly stepped away from her punch with a grace that made Tiffany raise an eyebrow. Obviously, Kim had to meet basic requirements to be allowed into the ring, which meant she had training of some sort. But was there more to her than a pretty face wanting to be a wrestler? She had learned from her match with Aisha the mistake of underestimating an opponent. With her, it was the fact that Aisha hadn't been in a ring since her Rumble Roses days. With Kim....she was new. Gorgeous, but new. It would be easy to take her lightly. But, that got her into serious trouble against Aisha. Also....in her mind, it was insulting to Kim.

After Kim spoke, Tiffany nodded to herself. Well, she knew the score. Squaring her shoulders, the Texan came at Kim again. This time she went for a collar and elbow tie up, looking to use her greater size and strength to simply rush the Korean back first into the corner!

Kim watched. Kim waited.

She stayed standing there as Tiffany psyched herself up for another go, expecting the Texan to make a move at any moment. She still hadn’t taken on any sort of fighting stance, instead standing there with her arms at her sides and a lackadaisical expression, looking like she was in the middle of a beach, not a wrestling ring.

She was still, right up until the moment Tiffany lunged for her. Then she ducked down moved, under her arms spun about to face her from behind and...did nothing else.

At least, she didn’t attack. She bounced on her heels a bit and moved just out of Tiffany’s range again, but that was it. The look on her face hadn’t changed much, if at all, though there was some mirth in her voice when she spoke. ”Anytime now.”

Tiffany let out a startled exclaimation as Kim ducked low, evading her grasp and moving behind her. The Texan whirled expecting Kim to be on her, attacking. But instead, Kim just stood there, bouncing on her heels, her breasts moving slightly with the motion.

"Quick one, aren't ya..." Tiffany muttered, starting to get annoyed. Kim's voice held a mocking tone, and it was starting to prick her pride. "Alright, if that's how you wanna play..."

She came at Kim again, looking as if she was going for another lock up. But this time it was a feint, an attempt to send Kim into another evasive maneuver. She would pull herself short, and then when Kim was hopefully off balance, lash out with a heavy kick aimed at the Asian's chest in a strike meant to send her opponent down hard to the mat.

If she connected, Tiffany wouldn't press an attack. Instead she would spread her arms wide, displaying her impressive physique, while a smirk would play across her face.

"Anytime you wanna get up, new girl..." she drawled.

‘Play’ was about the right word for what Kim had going on at the moment, working a little mind game with Tiffany. She was strong, there was no question there, but it would mean little if she couldn’t hit her targets, and Kim was doing a good job of staying one step ahead.

How long that could last, though, was to be seen.

When Tiffany came in again, Kim moved like she was on autopilot, starting to dodge, right up until a surprise kick caught her hard in the chest. With undignified croak, she fell hard on her back, easily knocked down by the Texan’s boot.

For a moment she laid there, looking up at her opponent, stunned as Tiffany towered over her. The smile, however, was quick to return. ”Okay, then.”

Kim started to sit up and rise, only to switch when she got to a crouch. With a quick pivot, she shot her leg out and swung it in a low arc, trying to trip Tiffany up and send her down to the mat, as well.