SS '13 DVD Exclusive Bonus Match! Akashi Vs. Miss Spencer

DVD EXLUSIVE 'THAT'S A PADDLIN' BONUS MATCH!

Akashi Tanikaze
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Vs.

Miss Muriel Spencer
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Match Type: That's a Paddlin' Match
Winning Conditions: First to score a direct hit on her opponent's butt with an oar is declared the winner.
Special Conditions: A few kayaks are anchored at the beach's shore with oars sticking out of them. Oars are legal in the match but otherwise disqualifications will be issued for normal standard match fouls. Wrestlers are to wear only beach attire to the match.

Akashi stepped out to the beach. It hadn't been the first time, or the first Summer Splash that she'd fought out in a beach setting. She tugged at her green bikini to make sure it was covering everything it needed to. Even though this was technically a Summer Splash match, it also technically was not.

After an incident at the Summer Splash Photo Shoot, Akashi and the woman she had [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/post220945.html#p220945:1qf20a9k]briefly engaged with[/url:1qf20a9k] had been sent to Lukretia's office. She had thought she was in trouble but it turned out that Lukretia had wanted the two of them to have a match. A bonus match that would only be on the DVD. Akashi was, of course, interested in any match. She wasn't too pleased with being stuffed onto the PPV after the fact, but Lukretia sold it well enough. That in reality, she would be what brought in the sales. And they could market it with the The Girls of Friction Hawaiian Photo Shoot, which definitely had some pictures of Akashi and Miss Spencer engaged in... something.

Akashi let all that pass through her. In the end, she was going to get to fight and that was all that mattered. Unfortunately, she didn't really know who her opponent was. She had apparently worked security at Summer Splash but she found out that she was also a wrestler. Her name was Miss Spencer. From what she gathered, she was a sensei or had a sensei theme at least. Whether she was an actual disciplinarian or not was yet to be seen. However, it seemed she may actually be as uptight as the rumors had claimed.

The next day, after the PPV, Akashi stood on a small beach. The sun was still hot and the sky still glorious and off a few dozen yards away there were a few Kayaks anchored to the ground with oars sticking out of the holes. She'd have to grab one and smack Miss Spencer. That was all she had to do, right? This really didn't seem like a match the more she thought about it, but she also knew that Miss Spencer might be a little bit faster than her. While she waited for her opponent to arrive, she thought about the best strategy for a 'match' like this, her finger sliding along the ridge of her bikini bottoms to dig out a wedgie while she waited.

When Miss Spencer had mused on what it would be like to go toe-to-toe with the legendary Akashi Tanikaze, this kind of match was most definitely not what she had in mind. She had imagined what it would be like to face her in the ring, in an actual arena, not on a beach in some kind of silly gimmick match.

She sighed inwardly as she stepped out onto the sand, adjusting the thin, white half t-shirt she was wearing, covering the black bikini top she wore underneath. She was lucky she had actually thought ahead and brought a swimsuit. She didn't think she would need it with her; she had figured she would be on security duty for most of Summer Splash and not get a chance to actually enjoy the vacation. Raising a hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the hot sun, she scanned the beach until she spotted Akashi, then began to make her way across the sands towards her. She called out to her as she neared, trying to get the sumo's attention.

"Miss Tanikaze!" The teacher yelled out as she approached her, forcing a smile onto her face. No need to let Akashi know upset she was with this silly match, right? "I want to say it's an honor to finally get to face you in a match, though I do wish it had been under slightly better terms!"

Akashi bristled when she heard Miss Spencer call out her name. Every time she yelled it like that, it made her shift uncomfortably. She felt like she needed to stand at attention or something. Still, as she watched the woman approach, she was definitely able to see what a beauty she was behind all that strictness. The first time they had met, she was in plainclothes and while still beautiful, it was different now that she was in mostly beach attire. But as Miss Spencer spoke, Akashi frowned. It seemed like she wasn't going to take off the half shirt....

"Hai! Y-yes." Akashi said, snapping to attention as Miss Spencer said how much of an honor it was to wrestle her. She bowed politely and smiled. "Yeah, this match is uh.... different?" She croaked. "I'm sure we'll manage to make it fun, Spencer-sensei." She said and frowned again. That was weird. "But, please... you can call me Akashi!" She offered. "There's no need to be so formal." She assured with a smile.

While they were talking, the ref girl, dressed in a black thong and a ref shirt that had been knotted up just underneath her bust appeared, a whistle dangling between her exposed cleavage. She gave them both glances as she pulled the whistle up to her mouth and was about to give it a sharp blow to start the match when Akashi held out her hand.

"W-Wait!" She stammered and waved her hands. She then looked at Miss Spencer and crouched. "This 'ring' must be cleansed." She said in a serious manner. She then took a deep breath and pantomimed the throwing of salt and the drinking of water. She then lifted up her leg and slammed it into the sand, doing the same with the other one and giving a shout with each slam. Now that she was finished, cleansing and psyching hherself up, she looked to the ref and nodded. The ref then looked to Miss Spencer. Maybe the teacher had some pre-game rituals of her own?

Miss Spencer stepped back, watching curiously as Akashi underwent her pre-match ritual. She had seen such a ritual many times before in Akashi's matches, but those were just from watching backstage. She had never seen the sumo ritual up close and personal like this before. It was a somewhat awe-inspiring thing to see, the seriousness of Akashi as she went through the motions.

Once Akashi had finished, the teacher gave her a small smile, turning to the referee. She slipped her glasses off of her face, neatly folding them up and handing them off to the skimpily-dressed woman to hold on to, for safe keeping. Then, she turned back to Akashi, her smile fading, her face growing serious again. She had no rituals of her own to perform, and was ready to finally begin the match. The referee stepped back, raising up her whistle again, giving it a sharp, shrill blow to signal the start of the match.

Once she did, Miss Spencer stepped in towards Akashi, raising her arms up protectively in front of herself. She had never fought a sumo before, or really any woman of such size and strength as Akashi, and for the moment wasn't sure of how to proceed. She decided, then, to remain defensive for the moment, and to see how Akashi would attack before coming up with her own plan for the match.

Akashi was crouched and ready, waiting in her usual sumo stance. She knew what this match was going to be and so, when she finished and settled into her stance, she tried to devise a strategy while Miss Spencer handed off her glasses.

When the whistle blew and the match was ready, Akashi had figured it out. If Miss Spencer wanted to see what Akashi was made of so badly, then she'd see it. Akashi roared as she kicked up sand and charged at Miss Spencer, looking to throw out her palm when she was close and hit the teacher with the hardest palm strike to the chest she could muster. She hoped she could land a square hit and knock Miss Spencer down to the sand.

Miss Spencer eyed Akashi closely, watching the sumo's movements carefully. When her opponent suddenly burst into motion, charging across the sand towards her like an out of control freight train, the teacher braced herself, raising her arms up in front of herself in a protective manner. She knew she should have tried to dodge, but she was unsure of her footing in this sand, and knew that Akashi had the experience advantage in that department. She decided to try and take the hit, despite how risky the decision was.

Up came her arms, crossing in front of herself just in time for the sumo's palm to thrust right into them. The teacher winced as Akashi made contact, and even with her arms taking the brunt of the blow, there was still enough power behind the strike to send her flying. The busty blonde fell straight back, landing squarely on her ass in the sand, looking up at Akashi in stunned surprise and awe.

It seemed the sumo was just as strong and powerful as she looked!

The sensation of that first hit after a tachi-ai charge in a match was always the best feeling in the world. IT was strange too. Akashi's opening volley was never a secret move. She always came straight at her opponents and yet, almost without fail they all braced. And they almost all suffered the same fate. When her first slap hit and reverberated against Miss Spencer's arms, she knew her momentum alone would be able to take care of the rest, but she threw out her other arm to give the teacher a healthy shove just to make sure she went down.

When Miss Spencer hit the ground, Akashi didn't stop. She couldn't right away even if she wanted to. But she didn't want to. She knew that Miss Spencer was faster than her, so Akashi needed an advantage. Once the teacher was down, Akashi continued to charge. She arced her body and began a furious rush towards the kayaks. This 'match' couldn't end until one of them was smacked in the butt with a paddle and now that Spencer was down, Akashi could hopefully get to the boats first.

Miss Spencer sat in the sand for but a brief moment, gasping at the pure power that Akashi had demonstrated to her. Akashi was every bit as strong as she looked, which wasn't really a surprise for the teacher, but there was a world of difference between seeing that power on TV, and feeling it for herself.

When the sumo kept charging past, however, she immediately realized what she was up to, and knew she couldn't afford to let her get to those kayaks. Forcing herself back up to her feet, she whirled around in the direction that Akashi had continued moving in, quickly taking off after her. Her sandaled feet pounding the sand as she chased after her, shouting out defiantly towards the sumo. "Miss Akashi! Get back here at once!" She yelled, her voice sounding stern again. She did prove to be faster than Akashi, quickly gaining ground on the larger woman. Once she was close enough, the blonde leaped towards her, spreading her arms towards the sumo, hoping that she could tackle from behind, hoping that she could bring the mighty woman down into the sand!

dammit! Akashi cursed to herself when she heard Miss Spencer clacking behind her in her flip flops. Was she already gaining ground? Akashi lowered her head and tried to pick up the pace but as Miss Spencer shouted at her, Akashi couldn't help herself.

She flipped her head around to eye the teacher and lifted up one hand. She grinned and stuck her tongue out and pulled down her eyelid with her hand. She was almost to the kayaks anyway, or so she thought.

She squealed as Spencer was close enough to throw herself at Akashi. When she felt the blonde's arms wrap around her, she gasped. Her momentum was so great that When Miss Spencer trapped her legs, she sailed through the air and skidded into the sand. She was THANKFUL it was sand as it dulled the impact, but the way she landed didn't stop her from eating sand. It also didn't stop one of her breasts from spilling out of her already scant bikini as it was dragged off her orb when she hit the deck.

"PFFFFTTHPHHHFFT!" She hacked, trying to spit out sand and push herself up a bit, still loosely in Miss Spencer's tackle. It was a lot more embarrassing than it was painful. But worse yet, it made her forget about the teacher and the kayaks. The only thing on her mind was getting sand out of.... places.