Total Meltdown: "Is this too hot?"

This could easily have shaped to be one of Artemis’s best or worst matches to date.

On one hand, this match was what she’d been looking for quite a while now. A bunch of big names, closed doors, and a bit of surrealness in the setting to top the whole thing off. She had everything going for her at the moment and all she had to do was smile for the camera...wherever the hell that was. Now, on the other hand, her opponent was the Virgin Killer. Didn’t bode well for her chances, that.

Suppose she was overthinking things, though. Maybe Bubbles could help her out of her little funk.

Artemis quirked an eyebrow as the woman approached. Her eyes slowly gilded downwards to take in every curve of that glistening body, every sway of her hips that took Artemis’s breathing up a notch with each step closer. Those sizable assets and captivating eyes. How was she ever going to manage? The answer came in the pair of lips that met her own. The former actress would wrap her arms around her partner, running her hands up and down the smooth skin as hot gasps for breath wafted past her face. Her half-closed eyes followed Bubbles, letting her mind drift slightly into their embrace.

Of course, even she knew better than to get wrapped up in it, as wonderful as those full lips tasted. A juggernaut like Bubbles could overwhelm her in the blink of an eye if she were so inclined. As she was inclined. The woman was in her element. Artemis knew that, so she had to press whatever advantage she could muster to keep this from looking too bad for now.

Tracing her arms down to the woman’s thighs, Artemis would reach behind and lift Bubbles’ legs up against her, looking to take her down gently onto her back. The whole way through their trip to to the floor, the former actress would keep her lips locked. No reason to break it off. Not at all.

No, this was not a traditional type of lockup, but then again, this was not a traditional type of match. Bubbles was just playing to strategy here, that was all. Her kiss served to lull Artemis is a false sense of comfort, to weaken her defenses and make her sweat unnecessarily. This, in turn, would tire her out fast, and make the match easier for her. See? Perfectly sound logic.

It seemed like Artemis had similar, thoughts, too, because she was certainly trying to do it in reverse. Wanting hands came up and wrapped around her head, sharing in the embrace, as their two bodies pressed against each other. Bubbles was a fan of the female body in all its many forms, but there was something about rolling around with a woman her own size, someone who could match.

She loved muscles. Artemis had plenty.

She loved aggression. Artemis was a spitfire, giving as good as she got.

Bubbles didn’t put up too much of a fight as she was lifted off the floor and brought down on her back, with the towering actress coming down on top of her. Their lips smacked and their tongue slapped at each other, fighting for dominance more than the rest of their bodies were...at first.

Bubbles changed that when she brought her legs around Artemis’ waist, clasped her legs behind her back, and began to squeeze, cutting into the starlet giantess with a crushing bodyscissor. She’d never used the move on someone her own size before. Time to see how well it could work.