Tee Shirt Throw-Down! (Heather vs Yatori)

Tee Shirt Throw-Down!
Heather Sunderland versus Yatori Shizuku

Rules: One fall by smother knockout
Attire: Loose white tee shirt and panties only
Stipulation: The winner can make the loser please her in whatever way she desires


Discotheque announced the long-delayed return of Yatori Shizuku to AFW. The mafiosi confidently sashayed towards the ring wearing a white tee-shirt and a broad grin. The way her loose-large top clung upon her curvy figure clued in eagle-eyed audience members to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the shirt.

Taking center stage, she clasped her fingers upon the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up while rotating her body a full 360 degrees upon her toes. Her bottoms were revealed to be small triangles of white lace tied together by thin strings.

"I'm going to make Heather eat me while I'm wearing these," Yatori cheerfully promised the crowd, who roared with approval.

With that said, she sauntered within a corner of the ring, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

Soon after, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znxTlngm7Ho:2mdgw2u3]Choir Jail[/url:2mdgw2u3] would take over the speakers as the lights would turn a dark blue. Smoke would fill the stage as Heather would crawl out onto the stage. She still had her usual glow paint on her face and arm, green this time as she would crawl down midway of the ramp before standing up, raising her hands in the air as the pyro would shoot out from the entrance.

She ran down the rest of the way of the ramp, sliding into the ring as she would get up onto the middle rope, her hand raised in the air as pyro shot down from the ceiling. The lights would soon turn to normal as she jumped off, revealing her paint to be transparent in normal light as she would eye Yatori.

She's definitely heard of this girl and her hentai reputation, knowing she was up against someone who was very very skilled in that area, causing her to let out a deep sigh to prepare herself. If she could get a win over her, she could reverse all the things people were saying about her weakness in this sort of area.

She grinned, adjusting her long black T-shirt that she wore over her black lace panties, wearing her black and purple striped stockings to go along with it as she kept her eyes on the girl. "Well welcome back..Things have changed since you've been gone and I'm gonna show you exactly how that is. Hope you don't take it personal me kicking your ass tonight."

"Oh, wow..." Yatori applauded Heather's dramatic entrance. Not her style, but still within her taste and likes.

The mafiosi repaid the ogling with a roving gaze of her own that approved of her opponent's fashion sense. The stockings, especially, piqued her fancy and made her wish she had donned matching leg wear. Maybe a white pantyhose with garters or something similar...

Yatori sensed her advantage when it came to hentai wrestling. But like Heather had said, things have changed since she last graced the ring. Everything was up in the air.

"The warm welcome is much appreciated, Heather-chan," she chuckled. "But I think the only thing your legs will be kicking is the air- while I put you to sleep in between the best pillows in the world-" And Yatori cupped her lovely breasts to underline the point. "-and when I eat you out."

Heather smirked at first at Yatori's words before she went on, seeing her cup her breasts like she did, causing a deep blush to come across Heather's face as she grit her teeth. "Tch..l-like hell t hat's gonna happen." Heather responded, refusing her words as she shook her head.

"I'll be sure to leave you knocked out and wake you right back up so you can act as my slave." Heather let out, trying to push her slight fluster and embarrassment away and try and be as serious and intimidating as she possibly could as she got her hands up.

"Let's go then!" Heather let out, waiting for the bell to ring before charging at Yatori immediately after, trying to leap up and hit her with an enziguri, her loose shirt fluttering around as she did so.

Yatori do so enjoyed teasing prudish girls like Heather into emerging out of their cocoon of shyness to unveil their sexy sides to the world. "Keep telling yourself that, Heather-chan," she giggled. "You know you want it. And you're going to let me do it to you. You will let me do you..."

Once the bell rung, Yatori emerged from her corner in her favored grappling stance. Guessing Heather's intention from the way the latter was rushing her, the mafiosi blocked the incoming foot-

"Huh?"

-and got nailed in the head by the follow-up kick, being totally ignorant of the enziguri's nature.

"Ugh!" Yatori sprawled upon her lush, t-shirt-clad front, clutching her pretty brown head. "Ooowww..."

"Just shut up!!" Heather let out, shaking her head and trying to refuse Yatori's words. It was pretty clear the girl knew full well how to tease and Heather knew she was in for quite the match. Fortunately for her though, she would be able to get the jump on the girl right at the beginning of the game.

Slamming her foot into the girl's head with the enziguri, Heather grinned wide as she quickly got herself up to her feet. "What now? Don't hear your teasing anymore." Heather let out, her grin getting even wider as she would turn around. She would run towards the ropes, leaping onto them before trying to jump off and attempt a springboard moonsault on Yatori.

The only answer Heather got out of Yatori was an inarticulate groan of pain. The mafiosi had gotten better with taking hits to the head, so the enziguri wasn't the one-hit knockout blow it might have been earlier in her career. But it still hurt a lot!

The vibrations of the mat caused her head ache even more. But it also warned her of Heather's thundering approach. Fighting the pain by gritting her teeth together and sinking her fingers into her throbbing temples, Yatori forced herself to roll out of the way of her descending opponent at the last second.

Her first kick worked wonders and she was ready to follow up right away. It seemed to Heather that if she could just keep on her, if she could just keep hammering on the attacks one after another and not let Yatori get sensual, she might guarantee her win. However, it didn't seem like it was going to be nearly that easy.

As Heather came off the ropes with that moonsault, she would see Yatori roll herself out of the way, causing her eyes to widen as she would collide hard with the mat, groaning out on her front, holding her chest from her miss.

Yatori may have been able to evade immediate injury, but she also wasn't able to immediately take advantage of Heather's brief incapacitation, being busy still nursing her aching head. "Ugh," she muttered while slowly getting on her knees and massaging her temples, "What was the license number of that foot?"

"Nh.." Heather slowly pushed herself up, getting onto one knee as she would hear Yatori's words. She was lucky that the girl couldn't follow up, giving her enough time to get herself back into the fight. "Hah..real funny." Heather let out, shaking her head before she would kick herself off. She would charge straight towards Yatori, trying to collide into her and tackle her down to the mat.