Meet and Greet

Was Bubbles eager? Yes, yes, she was. Maybe a little too eager? Perhaps. She wouldn't deny that she had some attraction to Cicilia, but then again, there weren’t too many women she didn’t have an attraction to. This one was a little different, though. While she wasn’t known to discriminate, she had a taste for those that could truly put up a fight, who could give her every bit as good as they got. Cecilia definitely fit that bill.

Sayumi was a lucky, lucky woman. Ease it down, Bubbles. Ease it down.

After a moment of relaxation and a quick, lewd glance at Mariah that silently explained what they would be doing when they got home, Bubbles refocused on her foe, so much that she almost didn’t notice the coin flip. Mariah was quick to check it, then nodded her way with a thumbs up. ”It’s on you, babe. What’re you feeling?”

Bubbles opened her mouth, then shut it again quick, taking some time to think. Her initial reflex had been for a wrestling match, vanilla, but that was a little too easy, too simple, too pedestrian. The ante needed a good upping, and she had a good way to do it. Something that would make them both step outside of their comfort zones.

”Submission match.” She snapped her fingers to emphasize the idea, glad she’d had it. A real challenge for the both of them. Bubbles knew a few submission moves, but she was a virtuoso by no means, and she doubted it was any better for Cicilia. ”First one to tap or say the words, loses. How’s that sound?”

Cicilia nodded slowly as Bubbles declared what their match would be, her expression... mixed. She had no idea how much reading Bubbles had done into her style before they came to this date but submissions were the juggernaut's kryptonite! Not only couldn't she preform one worth a damn, but her ability to wiggle out of them was next to nonexistent! Her whole fighting style revolved around being a tank able to run anyone down and if somebody, say, flipped that tank over, its usefulness drops to near-nothing! Stepping outside of her comfort-zone was a word for it alright... If outside her comfort zone was covered in thorny brambles!

BUT! Far be it from her to turn down a challenge! Even if this was where Bubbles would hold a crucial advantage, Cicilia wouldn't play the chicken in this match! She would take every ounce of pain Bubbles had to offer her and if she could manage to get in some of her own then that would make this match all the more rewarding. Cicilia smirked, putting on her I'm-gonna-win face for that extra psyche boost before staring down her titan of an opponent and holding her hand out for her to shake. Had to be a good sport when fighting someone honorable.

"Then that's what it'll be." Cicilia agreed. "Better watch out, though. Just because I don't use them often doesn't mean they don't hurt any less!"

Instantly, Cicilia began strategizing... How could she use her smaller size against the behemoth... She might be harder to grab and put into more complex locks (If Bubbles did that kinda thing)... She might be able to put Bubbles in ones that are harder to escape too... Perhaps because of her longer limbs, there would be more for Cicilia to work with and therefore more Bubbles would have to free herself from...

This habit of trying to determine opponent weakpoints wasn't something she did often... in real life. Videogames made it easy what with glowing targets and such but in real life... Unless one knew their opponent and could get inside their heads... it was so much harder... Bah... what was she doing? This wasn't how she fought! The last thing she wanted to do was hamper her over all performance by being more intellectual in her fighting style! Cicilia sighed, retracting her hand once it was shaken before lowering her body and raising her arms into a grappling stance, more than ready to lock up with Bubbles Burste.

"Come on, then." Cicilia beckoned, ready.... EAGER. "Let's see what you got!"

Mariah was just as eager to see this go down as Bubbles, maybe even more so. The Virgin Killer’s submission game wasn’t strong, and she knew the Juggernaut was in the same boat, but she loved the idea of them working outside their areas of expertise, trying things they didn’t ordinarily go for. This could be a learning experience all around, and what was more, it could be one that she and Sayumi could participate in. Their better halves could use the advice.

Bubbles shook Cicilia’s hand, then stepped back and did the same with the rest of her body, getting nice and limber, letting the kinks work themselves out. The Juggernaut had steamrolled her in that boxing section, but this felt like something that could put them back on par. She just had to think about what to employ, where to go with things, how best to grind Cicilia down…

‘Grind’. Poor choice of words. Keep it clean, keep it clean.

”Same goes to you.” She chewed her lip as she stepped back, already mulling over the possibilities. ”More of a smash-and-dash kind of girl, but that doesn’t mean I can’t bend a few bones when I want. You’ll see.”

As this round started, Bubbles came up with her arms at the ready, mirroring Cicilia as they closed in. No sudden moves, nothing too serious, until there were just a few feet apart. That was the moment she chose to plow forward, throwing her full weight into Cecilia, trying to take her by surprise and push her back.

The two of them stood mere feet apart, barely outside one another's arm-length, sizing one another up! Cicilia stood ready to meet an attack... Or that's what she thought! Bubbles came at her without any sort of telegraphed moves whatsoever, Slamming into the juggernaut and pushing her back with little resistance at first! The much larger american shoved her back a good long distance towards the ropes as Cicilia was desperate to recover, Gritting her teeth hard as she dug in her feet and shoved right back! Placing one arm against Bubbles' shoulder and the other against the crook of her elbow, the boxer pushed and pushed, actually managing to bring them both to a halt... for a moment or two! She let out a heavy gasp as sweat ran down her cheek, her mouth curled into a snarl as she dug herself in deep, trying to assert her position!

...But her fortifications wouldn't stand for long! Bubbles was simply too big and had too much muscle on her for Cicilia to make up the difference with her own! Were she any stronger, any BIGGER, the German may have been able to make up the difference and stand her ground but as it was... She was simply out-gunned! Even with her feet dug, Cicilia could feel herself being pushed back inch by inch, her boots squeaking and grinding against the floor, slowly but surely being pushed into the turnbuckle! She didn't even have enough control to counter with her favorite monkey flip, so much pressure was being put on her! Bubbles just gave her too much for the juggernaut to handle and that... that was worth respecting, most certainly.

"Ugh!" Cicilia growled as she was slammed into the turnbuckle, over 6 feet of woman pinning her against it... At this point, she shoved back only to keep Bubbles's massive head-sized breasts from smothering her!

Good Lord, but Cicilia was strong.

It seemed like such a stupid to thing to think at this point, when her power had been so amply demonstrated at numerous points. There couldn’t have been any more question to her strength at this point, as if her impressive muscles weren’t proof enough by themselves. But she got a true feeling of the woman’s power, her real might, as he forward charge was actually stopped. Only for a little while, yes, but Cicilia pulled it off. A crazy feat, and an indicator of just how poorly this might have gone for Bubbles if her foe had the grappling skill to realize how many options she had at her disposal, even now.

The ball was firmly in her court, however, and that wasn’t about to change if she could help it. She pushed and pushed and pushed, driving Cicilia back with step after step, forcing her into the corner and into a bit of a compromising position. This was one of the rare problems that Bubbles encountered because of her bulbous breasts, how, sometimes, things would get caugth between them, even when she didn’t want them to. But it was a simple enough fix.

Bubbles reached out and wrapped her arms around Cicilia’s head, pulling her into the cleavage, but she would only be there for a couple of less than titillating seconds. That was all the time she would need pull back, lift up, and send Cicilia rocketing towards the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Or chest-to-face, if you wanted to be specific about it.

With Bubbles in control, there wasn't much Cicilia could do to resist the pull of the larger woman, her face plunging into those massive tanned breasts! Instantly, her air-supply was cut off, smothered in those bulbs of flesh which offered the American giant an opportunity to do as she wished as the boxer attempted to pull herself free! She struggled and gasped, her hands jerking up to her opponent's shoulders in an attempt to pull her face from this prison of cleavage but Bubble's grip was iron and she wasn't just standing around letting Cicilia struggle either!

As the German struggled, her opponent readied herself for a full belly-to-belly suplex, an attack the German didn't know was happening until her position was inverted suddenly!

"Wha..." She whispered before the floor came up from under her and SLAMMED hard into her back, forcing a small amount of air out of her lungs as the move took her completely by surprise! She groaned softly, her spine and ribs aching and burning by this sudden surprise attack, her sanguine eyes clenched shut in pain. Bubbles really wasn't giving Cicilia many opportunities to counter and, in fact, was taking the fight to her! Was this some kind of vengeance over her being decimated in their boxing match...? If it was, she was doing a very good job of executing it so far!

The Juggernaut laid flat on the ground, a hand shooting up to her stomach as if that would help ease the burning creeping up along her ribs and into her stomach, one sanguine eye opening to glare in disgust at nothing in particular... She had to get her head in the game soon or Bubbles would just walk all over her!

”Heave-”

Bubbles jerked up and backward, lifting Cicilia clean off the floor with one powerful movement.

”-ho!”

Okay, so, maybe Bubbles was going a little overboard, here. Maybe there was no need for her to ragdoll Cicilia around the ring like she was beachball after shoving her face into her chest. Maybe she was just a wee bit overzealous. Couldn’t be helped, really. Just came in her nature.

That was a fact that Mariah knew well, but she still found herself wincing at the display of raw power. Bubbles was starting to get whipped up, and she would have to watch and make sure that she didn’t cross any lines. ”Good job, babe, but…”

”I know, I know.” Bubbles rolled over to her knees and scrambled after Cicilia, trying to get her before she could make her way up. She moved to her foe’s side, grabbed her by the shoulder, and attempted to pull her in nice and close, looking to wrap her legs around the German’s waist and apply a tight bodyscissor’s on her well-built opponent.

Bubbles didn't give Cicilia much time to recover herself, quickly jumping on the juggernaut and putting her into a brutal body-scissor! If the juggernaut thought Bubbles' legs were strong, she was not prepared for the damage her legs could inflict while in vice-grip mode!

"NNNGH!" She hissed, her hands grabbing onto the American's knees in an attempt to pry open her legs and free her torso of the crushing jaws chomping down upon them... Ugh... Pain... This body-scissor was intense... It actually made her SWEAT, it was so strong, and that... that was a rare thing for any one attack to do. She gritted her teeth hard, her eyes shut tight in pain... But she wasn't out yet... She wouldn't give up one move in, even if lesser woman would in a heartbeat! Her stubborn pride and strong will made such a possibility an IMpossibility! With a growl, the German would suddenly throw an elbow towards Bubbles' face, punishing her for getting so close without restricting her arms.

Once... twice... Three times... as many times as it took to get Bubbles to let go of her waist with those POWERFUL legs! If she managed to get free this way, The juggernaut would roll a few feet away quickly, a hand shooting down to massage her poor wounded sides as she slowly got back to her feet... Her sides... Abs.... BURNED as if she'd been training them all day... In just that one snag, Bubbles had managed to do that much damage to her...? She NEVER thought the Virgin Killer was a joke but... Damn... She clearly hadn't been taking her seriously enough...

"NNh... Oh... Ouch..." She groaned. "Well... that hurt..."

Bubbles bit her lip as she clamped down on the scissor, cutting deep into her foe’s side with the brutal, effective, crushing hold. It was a good way to split the difference and scratch some of those wily itches that kept plaguing her - she couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything untoward with Cicilia, but she loved the feeling of the woman squirming between her thighs, having that hardened body struggle in her vise grip…

It was like having a giant stressball to squeeze. A giant, sweaty, squirming stressball.

”There you go, babe!” Mariah gave the apron a good slap, egging her on. ”Make sure you don’t waste all your energy in one go, though. Spread it out, focus on coverage…”

All good tips, and Bubbles closed her eyes as she employed them, only to have her bliss interrupted by, of all things, punches. Figured, really.

She could’ve taken one. Maybe two. But the third proved too much, and Bubbles was forcing to unhook her legs and roll away while she nursed her aching head, thoroughly rocked by the crushing blows. Cicilia wasn’t just a hard woman to put down, but once you got her there, she was nigh impossible to keep down.

Shaking her head, she grabbed the nearest ropes and started to pull her way back up, getting back up with shaky legs. She was okay, really, just needed a moment to recoup. Whether she’d be allowed to have it or not was another question.

Cicilia BREATHED for all it was worth as her elbows eventually encouraged Bubbles to release her grip, the two of them rolling away from one another to avoid further punishment! Cicilia rubbed her wounded and constricted sides while Bubbles tended to her face but for once, it seemed the German was recovering faster than her opponent! The American appeared to be in far worse shape than Cicilia, apparently needing a moment or too to recoup against the ropes... Well she wasn't about to let that happen! Climbing back to her feet and ignoring the searing agony in her abs, Cicilia rushed right at the larger woman her arm stretched out to smash into Bubbles's neck in a crushing clothesline! She intended for the larger woman to have her neck suffer some damage before falling back to the mat face down, the process only aided by the rebound of the ropes!

Should things go according to plan, the Juggernaut would walk around behind Bubbles before planting her knee HARD on the woman's muscular back, taking a moment to observe the sheer bulk Bubbles had on her... She had to admit... she wished she had that body... Those massive, rippling muscles that would intimidate anyone smaller than her that had sense... Those massive breasts were nothing to scoff at either. If she had Bubbles' build... She might've scared so many of her opponents away, her win-loss record would be spattered with default wins!

In anycase, she couldn't get distracted now... With her knee firmly in place, the German would reach down towards Bubbles' chin, intertwining her fingers beneath in and began to pull back in a basic rear chinlock! Harder and harder Cicilia would pull, intent on making Bubbles scream for release! She used all that strength she'd invested into to slowly crank her rival's upper body back at an unnatural angle at the fulcrum of the German's knee.

"Rrrrrgh...." Cicilia growled in effort. "My turn..."