Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Best 3 of 5 falls match - Special rules: KO only to win each round, hentai moves allowed

Ataru had made his entrance from the ramp giving hi-fives to the fans and getting onto the ring with a swift jump, tossing his hood jacket to some screaming girls at the ringside as he remained with his wrestling attire: white shorts with the Japanese flag on one side, and short wrestling boots with the same Japan pattern.



The slim boy seemed to be in good shape, but the truth was that he was a bit worried about his incoming challenge. The rumors in the backstage said that this Amelie Roux girl was nothing like the cute and small idol-like girls usually fighting at Friction. Some said she was beautiful, but also very big and strong. And, the idea of a long match with triple KO to win and hentai allowed was not really making him feel comfortable.

"Bahh.. come on Ataru, don't be a baby, she's always a girl, you are not going to face a giantess.. hehe..", he would say to himself to ease up his nervousness a bit, waiting for his mysterious opponent to show up.

Whilst Amelie was the form of lewd, sex-obsessed individual who didn't exactly have a type, per say, the tall buxom beauty had yet to take her first steps into the world of mixed wrestling. Keen as ever to expand her repertoire as it where, Amelie would tend to her outfit one final time before making her way to the entrance curtain, hands to her hips, swagger already putting her curvaceous rear in tow somewhat.

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Appearing to her music and signature dimming of lights with arms raised high, Amelie had already adopted her usual lewd look, eyes closed somewhat as she pouted her lips, keen to give the first row members of the crowd a gaze they could take home with them. Assuming her swagger-filled pace, she'd be sure to turn her eyes to the ring as she made progress ringside, albeit not before stopping ever so briefly with one member of the crowd, to blow them a kiss. Definitely a souvenir to be proud of.

Making her way into the ring, giving something of a long view of those fine thick thighs as she swung her body through the ropes, Amelie would finally turn her focus purely to the one that in a way deserved it.

"My my...won't this be a treat for you..." She'd purr, hands again to those thick hips.

Watching at Amelie walking her way to the ring like a sort sexy-evil queen from fairytales through a crowd of charmed-into-loyalty followers, Ataru couldn't help being allured and fascinated by the towering blonde, even feeling a light blush rise to his young face.

"Wow she is really beautif... n-nonono what are you saying stupid Ataru? She is you opponent not your date!", the young Japanese would self-scold forcing his head back on track.

However, Amelie's sensually intimidating aura seemed to surround her handsome opponent again as soon as the contenders were finally facing each others on the ring, which showed an evident size and height gap in Amelie's favore, underlined by giggles from the female audience at the ringside...and even a few embarrassing comments about him looking 'cute' and 'adorable' in her presence. Not exactly the kind of appreciation that a wrestler would be after.

"Heh...I guess you can put it that way...you s-sure are in great shape Amelie. My name is Ataru, nice to meet you and I hope we have a good match", he would reply hinting at a slight polite bow, trying to look strong and unfazed...but Amelie could see the cute blushing still on his face of course.

With Amelie teasing the boy, hands on her hips in a pose that would accentuate the curves of her body, and Ataru doing his best to keep a composture, everything was ready and even the crowd's roar slowed down to a murmur of excited expection in awaiting of the starting bell.

Amelie would merely watched with raised eyebrows as her foe somewhat stumbled over his own words, introducing himself before giving something of a gentlemanly bow, apparently in an attempt to create the image of both strength yet complexity. Amelie it seemed was having none of it, as her gaze didn't change in even the slightest. After all, whilst this was her first encounter with a male in the ring, she was far from an amateur with dealing with men that strove to flirt her tall busty physique into the bedroom. If anything, Amelie had the psychological advantage here by a long mile.

Ignoring her foes words near entirely in rude fashion, Amelie would purposefully give something of a slow bend forward, giving Ataru a large view of her ridiculous cleavage as her chest dangled somewhat. Then again, that was her intention.

"Hmmm...Are you sure you're prepared, little boy?" With a sly laugh, Amelie would slowly re-affirm her figure straight as the bell rung, before she'd begin to give something of a hip-swaggering circle of the ring against her foe.

Amelie would not miss the chance to play mind games with the young male this early in the match, snobbing his silly attempts at being a gentleman while at the same time showing him a large amount of her deep cleavage, treating him like an irrelevant little boy...and even giving him the name!

"Ugh... Little boy...??? Alright... show me your strength then Amelie", the young Japanese would challenge, raising his hands up as to invite the taller girl to engage a test of strength.
She can be bigger than me but she is always a girl, he would think to himself, convinced that such kind of starting lockup would be at his advantage.

Amelie's words seem to have hit a nerve, as her foe somewhat lit up at the prospect of making Amelie eat them. Then of course, there was always the chance that he was merely trying to impress the tall beauty, in an effort to prove the nickname 'little boy' unfitting.

With a smile and small chuckle, Amelie would begin to step forward, with hands to her hips. What was notable, was the fact that even as she came close to her foe her hands were yet still to move. The French beauty apparently sought to test her foes reaction to the fact that if Ataru didn't stop her, Amelie would likely end up somewhat pressing her large chest to him, before most likely nudging him back altogether!

Amelie's words had definitely hit a nerve, especially when her strong busty figure and the evident height gap would actually make Ataru look somewhat like a little boy in her presence.
And that was even more embarrassing for the young male when the voluptuous beauty started to capitalize her leverage and size advantage, slowly but relentlessly pushing him backwards while adding the womanly (or even mocking-motherly) taunt of pressing him with her large soft breasts...way too close to Ataru's flushed face due to the height gap, so close to induce his gaze to look elsewhere...which would probably amuse Amelie.

Normally, Ataru would try to turn into his favor a test of strength against a stronger opponent by going for a monkey flip...but against a girl, and even worse against a girl who treated him like a little child, using that kind of strategy would be like admitting that he was weaker, and so he just kept groaning and trying to push back to none avail.
Ironically, such silly stubborness would unwittingly assist with confirming Amelie's superior strength, as the smaller boy was hopelessly cornered against the ropes, squirming as he tried to sneak out from the uncomfortable position.

Amelie simply sought to press forward, using her figure to do the work via a equal combination of her size and the intimidation factor of such a taller busty beauty approaching with chest mostly exposed. She'd start to purr as she continued to press, notably her hands to her side, apparently needing no actual effort to control her foe at this point at least. With Ataru to the ropes however, her hands would finally make motion, latching to his hips

"Frightened...hmmm?" Amelie would purr, as she brought her head a touch down, to add to the mocking height advantage. "I suppose we should wrestle...hmmm?" Again with her mocking town, finally her hand would leave her foes hip, as it came to hook her foes neck. Simply put, Amelie quickly switched a sensual touch for a tight locking headlock; her foes cheek pressed to her heavy busom!

Getting pushed into a cornered position in such taunting effortless and womanly way was definitely not the better start of a match. On the other hand, the fans were surely love Amelie's approach to the match, as they cheered for her and laughed happily at how she kept making him feel like an intimidated little boy.

"Frightened...??? Not at all...!!!" , Ataru would yell back to Amelie's playful taunt, which would probably just make him look more nervous... and frightened some.

"I will get out of here and...uuhmm..... W-Woah..! Nnnggfffh..!!!! 0///0".
Before Ataru could build half escape plan in his embarrassed mind, Amelie's sultry purring and the slow running if her hands along his back and up to his neck had provided quite the sensuous distraction to keep him off track, granting her more than enough time to grapple the smaller opponent into a tight headlock.
Like that, Ataru got a first taste of both Amelie's muscular strenght and mesmerizing endowments, his neck wrenched into a painful squeeze while his cheek smooshed into a huge soft boob pillow at the same time!

"Ngghfff...let..gommpfff....", The boy's protests would sound partly smoothed by Amelie's bosom, probably adding to her fun and surely amusing the audience.

Literally caught between "a hard headlock and a soft place", Ataru knew that he would not get out of it by protesting though. His hands run along Amelie's lower body, one arms clinging her hips, the other hand trying to reach at one of Amelie's pillar-strong thighs.
His plan was to counter the uncomfortable lock with a back suplex: "Unnrrrffhh.... Up you go!!! Mnngff..!", the brave boy would groan in exertion, trying to lift Amelie. Quite the ambitious attempt at ppulling a big move, considering the evident size gap in her favor.

"Surely a fun way to pass out three times, no?"

Soft words would again find themselves whispered into the 'unfortunate' Ataru's ear with the thick French accent attached to them, as Amelie seemed to almost take relish in her foes uncomfortable predicament. Amelie was far from the strongest woman on the friction block, but her size advantage was being used to somewhat great effect as she simply refused her foe but even a inch away from her chest.

The French beauty did take somewhat of a smirk at the fact that at this sweat-less stage of the match, Ataru would of had a somewhat sweet smell running through his nostrils as he found himself somewhat smothered yet still.

"Ohh? Fight in you yet?" Amelie purred as both defiant words reached her ears and hands reached her thighs, as her smaller foe apparently sought an attempt at lifting the beauty. Rather than offer great counter, the amazon would simply purr as she leaned further forward to put more weight against her foe. If Ataru didn't exert great hidden force, the posture would turn into something of a loving lifted embrace, the bigger woman victim to it!