Safia Shahrazar vs. Bubbles Burste - In The Heat of the Night

Bubbles didn’t make any sudden moves around the arena, didn’t storm her way across the room to keep pace with Safia. That would a waste of energy, a way to tire herself out fast, and they both knew there’d be absolutely not real reason for it. The advantage here was hers. She was the one who the limited space facoved . She was the one who could break Safia clean in two.

No, no, the smaller wrestler was the one who had to bring the fight to her. Just the way she liked it.

”Yup, I get that a lot.” Bubbles slide her feet along the carpet as she began to move in once more. ”Just wait ‘til you see what I can do when I’m...really…”

Bubbles train of thought ground to a halt when she saw that Safia’s arms were raised in what looked like the invitation for a test of strength. An exceptionally weird thing to see when you considered what she’d just said. Was she one of those types that got off from being thrown around the room? Because, if so, she was about to get all she wanted and a little more besides.

Bubbles moved in, eager to lock fingers with Safia, but her opponent proved to be a bit trickier than she’d expected at first glance. She deftly maneuvered around and caught the Virgin Killer at an awkward angle, trapping her arm and and snapped it back.

”Ow!” Bubbles yelped, then chuckled as she looked back at Safia, smirking her way. This hurt, yes, but she was too amused to not have a grin. ”Okay, good move, good move. What’re you gonna do with it, though?”

Safia knew she could draw Bubbles in with the test of strength. They were hilariously outmatched in terms of of strength, which meant that Bubbles would easily win any such confrontation. Most opponents would think there was some kind of trick, but Safia gambled that even if Bubbles realised, she would be honor bound to accept.

The armbar was executed perfectly, Safia now had a good grip on Bubbles with no way for the amazoness to use her stupid strength. Safia twisted on the arm sharply, trying to force Bubbles to bend over more. She wrenched upwards and twisted out, putting pressure on both shoulder and elbow to keep Bubbles under control.

"You're probably the strongest I've ever faced," Safia said to Bubbles, "I've fought against men who couldn't stay as still as you." She leaned in to Bubbles's ear. "You're strong but I know you have weak spots," Safia whispered, her voice entrancing.

Safia would try and continue to work over Bubbles's arm for as long as possible. She was hoping to put at least one limb out of commission, which would make the rest of the fight go much easier.

Mariah, meanwhile, was quite enjoying this little show. While she had faith in her wife to pick up the win, she loved it when her opponents could put up a real fight, too. When the sweat started show up, when the room became filled with the heady scent of two women in heat going at it, that was when these matches were at their absolute best.

She propped up on her elbow and got a better look, as Bubbles struggled about in the simplistic but effective hold. ”Having a little trouble, babe?”

”Yeah,” Bubbles started to laugh, though she was cut off when Safia gave her arm a good wrenching. ”Just a little.”

More and more, she was starting to get a good idea what Safia’s deal with, noting the expert way she applied this hold. A submission specialist? It had been a while since she faced one of those, and the prospect was enticing - those were the kinds that always gave her the most trouble, made her work the hardest for her meals.

With Safia forcing her down, down, down, and wearing away on one of her two best weapons, Bubbles knew she had to figure a way out of this hold. She raised her leg, pulled it towards her chest, then shot it out hard behind her, attempting to kick Safia hard into the knee and make her drop the hold.

With her opponent seemingly under her control now, Safia felt a bit more confident. She knew that Bubbles was still highly dangerous, and that one slip up meant that she would probably get broken in half, but it wasn't like she couldn't put up a fight. Even Mariah seemed a lite concerned. Safia shot the other woman a glance to check if interference was coming, but it seemed that Mariah was just content to watch the show.

"Come on," Safia grunted. Holding Bubbles was proving to be quite tiring, and Safia knew she was going to have to transition or to release Bubbles soon.

She was thinking about what move to transition to when suddenly Bubbles kicked out one of her legs from under her. "Gah!" Safia gasped, immediately releasing the hold as she tumbled to one knee, her leg exploding in pain. She was left totally open for a moment as she sucked in air between clenched teeth to lessen the pain in her leg and rested from the exertion she had to put in to the submission hold.

Mariah saw Safia’s glance, and she gave the smaller wrestler a short wave. She could understand her concern, for sure, and she was hardly the first of Bubbles’ opponents to ever have such suspicions. People were always afraid that she would be that kind of manager, the type who would interfere in a match and rob them of their victory.

She wasn’t. Outside of giving advice from time to time, she never gave her wife any real help in her matches. Bubbles would never allow it, wanted to win or lose on her own merits. Besides, it wasn’t like she ever really needed the help.

That was made pretty well apparent when she managed to kick her way out of Safia’s hold, knocking the violent-haired woman back and earning a small window to work with. What to do with it, though? Her arm was hurting too much for the moment, and she didn’t even want to waste the time turning around…

That gave her an idea. A nasty idea.

Bubbles giggled, took one look over her shoulder to make sure the distance was right, then hopped back and slammed her butt right into Safia’s face, hitting her with a short-range hip attack from her barely-covered bottom.

Safia sucked in a few deep breaths to steady herself before trying to get back up. The kick was unexpected, but Safia knew Bubbles wouldn't have much use of her arm for a little while. She could press that advantage and maybe take out her other arm-

Her thoughts got cut short when Bubbles's thick muscular tush slammed into her face. It felt like getting hit with a bag of sand. The blow was more than enough to knock Safia backwards, her arms and legs flailing as she landed hard on her back. That was a totally unexpected move.

Safia held one hand up to her rather sore nose, trying to get up to her feet as quickly as possible. Bubbles was far more than just some powerful limbs, every part of her was solid and strong! Safia new she had to really watch out now.

Bubbles couldn't see the impact because of where she stood, but she could feel it, could sense the way Safia’s face took a blow from the biggest muscle on her body. It had been a good, solid impact, and the results spoke for themselves - her foe was laid out and wide open, needing a good moment to recover. A moment she would not be getting.

”Liked that view?” Bubbles spun about to face her fallen foe and gave her rump a hard smack, letting the sharp crack echo through the room. ”Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing a lot more of it, cupcake. A lot.”

That was the only cryptic word Bubbles gave before she pounced on Safia, leaping towards her with her legs wide open. She came down for a hard sit on the smaller woman’s waist, attempting to pin her to the floor and knock out some more of her resistance in one, simple move.

Safia rubbed her nose, trying to blink away the stars in front of her face. She never thought a butt could feel like that, but then again she had never fought against anyone like Bubbles before. Her rump was luscious and firm, if they weren't in a match Safia would be diving right in between her cheeks. But right now she needed to focus on surviving Bubbles first.

Safia was only just starting to sit up when Bubbles leapt at her. She had no time to move or recover. "Oh no-" Safia thought before the weight of the world came crashing down on her, courtesy of Bubbles.

"Gahh!" Safia gasped, spittle flying from her mouth as Bubbles landed on her already hurting waist. The blow flattened her completely, squashing Safia's belly and knocking every last bit of air from her body. She swayed like a leaf in the wind before collapsing onto her back. Nevermind resisting, Safia couldn’t even breathe with that weight sitting on her.

Bubbles did drop her weight down hard on Safia’s waist, but she was careful not too keep it there, lifting up shortly after the impact to relieve some pressure. She didn’t have a problem putting Safia to sleep - eventually. But not so soon. Not before they’d had some fun.

”Geez, Bubbles.” Mariah whistled and lifted up enough so she could get a good view over the bed’s edge ”Going hard right from the start?”

”Just putting her through the paces…” Bubbles ran a hand down Safia’s scarcely covered chest, savoring the feel of her soft flesh on her fingers. She knew she really should’ve been continuing the attack, but well, she couldn’t help herself from having a little diversion, what with Safia giving such easy access to her body.

She slipped a hand under the tight garment and found a ripe breast to fondle, giving it a strong, forceful squeeze...one that was followed by a much gentler massage, as her fingers rolled over the flesh, pressed it, searched over and under. All the while, she kept her eyes locked on Safia’s face, keen to see her reactions, and lookout for any attempts of escape. ”How’re you liking the match so far, cupcake?”

Safia's vision blurred after the crushing blow to her stomach. Luckily though Bubbles did not choose to crush her then and there, getting up and letting her suck in some much needed air. Her vision cleared to see Bubbles all over her, a sort of hungry yet pleased look on her face.

"Oh!" Safia gasped when she felt a large hand grasp her breast. She blushed as Bubbles fondled her chest, her touch surprisingly soft and delicate considering how big and strong her hands were. She didn't stop Bubbles, rather enjoying the feeling herself as her nipples hardened under Bubbles's grasp.

"You're squashing me," Safia said, both as a response to Bubbles's question and as a general protest. She didn't try to get out from underneath Bubbles though, knowing that if she moved there was a good chance Bubbles would just drop back down and squash all the fight out of her again. Instead, she decided to respond in kind.

"You've got an impressive rack," Safia said, "I wonder how sensitive you are?" Her mouth cracked into a small grin as both her hands shot upwards, aiming to grab Bubbles's big dangling breasts and give them a good long grope in return for the groping she was receiving!