Private Practice

Femie stretched and loosened up as she bounced on her heels in the ring. It was well past midnight and there hadn't been anyone in this part of the gym for some time. Juts to make sure, she signed out the use of the ring that was in the part usually designated for private sparring. Of course anyone COULD just walk in, but Femie was willing to take her chances that they'd be far enough from the zombie crowd of workout warriors just wanted to use the gym equipment up front or sneak away to a different secluded space for their own late night trysts.

Femie wasn't dressed in her usual turtleneck or stockings and skirt. Instead, she had a right fitting black sports bra with a Belgian flag stamped in the corner just above her ample right breast which wobbled with little motion from the Belgian. She Had some loose fitting maroon workout shorts with a nice little surprise hidden underneath.

Her duffel bag of clothes was off near the ring and her phone sat on it. After she stretched, she looked over to see if she had gotten any notices. She had given Kozue a time and place for their little endeavor but Femie had been early. Kozue still had about fifteen minutes to arrive, but Femie was excited and anxious. She couldn't deny she had thought about it ever since Kozue had decided to take her up on her offer. She just hoped her eagerness wouldn't scare Kozue off.

It was late in Tokyo, just after midnight. Even for a city like this, things had slowed down a bit. Not quite as many people walking the streets as usual, far fewer bundled crowds blocking the corners. You could travel more than a couple of miles without running into a minor traffic jam, which was a vast improvement. Quiet, cool, and most importantly for Kozue, private.

Kozue walked down the sidewalk outside the arena, the Friction arena, nearing the entrance. For the first time since...ever. It was funny, really. She'd been an AFW employee for over a year, but she rarely came to Tokyo and had only been to the Friction arena a grand total of one time, on the day she'd been hired. She'd been away from the place so long, watched so little of the show, that she almost forgot that this was where it started. Tension was supposed to be the side show. This was the main deal.

But that wasn't the reason she was a little nervous as she made her way through the halls, heading towards the locker rooms. Not too many people around, just some lazy janitors mulling about, some suit-and-ties handling the paperwork. With a place this big, you could hang out in a certain place and avoid prying eyes for an hour or two. She hoped. She really hoped. This was going to be weird enough without someone randomly stumbling in.

Kozue made her way into the locker room and started changing into her wrestling gear, occasionally checking the time on her phone as she did. It was getting close to the time Femie had set up for their little private 'match', so there was a little urgency in her movements. The last thing she wanted her new friend to think was that she was getting the jitters over this idea. Kozue'd had all week to think about trying this, wrestle with the idea in her mind, and she was as ready as she would ever be. She was going to try this now or never. Period. Whatever happened, it would be on her terms.

A few minutes later, she made her way into the gym, dressed in her Ninjette outfit. She looked around, noting how the place was a bit better stocked than its Tension counterpart, and then her gaze fell on the ring. And Femie. All of Femie.

She knew the Belgian Beauty had a great body underneath that turtleneck. She'd seen quite a lot of that body on the internet. Seeing it in person was different, though, and she was willing to bet that Femie's former opponents would agree.

"Hey." Kozue started to make her way to the ring, trying not to look too uncharacteristically shy. She hopped up on the ring apron and paused as soon as she got a proper look at what Femie was wearing.  "Nice top." She grabbed the top rope, yanked hard, and slingshotted her way into the ring, landing only a few feet away from her 'opponent'."You had that laying around or did you break it out just for me?"

"Ohoho, bon nuit, mon amie." Femie said as Kozue slipped into the ring and greeted her. She waved and as Kozue approached, the Belgian cleared the distance and gave Kozue a quick kiss on each cheek. She then pulled Kozue at arms length.

"Oh, there's no need to tease. There's nothing too special about it other than it defines my chest more than what I usually wear." Femie then chortled. "Or is that why it's nice? Ohoho! Well, I like what I see too." She said and winked at Kozue.

"Mais, all of it is just for you." Femie said coyly and took a step back. "Now, if you don't want to go through with this, then it's fine." She said. "Otherwise, it's pretty simple. Whichever one of us makes the other orgasm wins. Simple, non?" She said. "Feel free to do anything you like to make that happen or keep it from happening to yourself within the rules of a normal match." She paused. "I mean to say that there are rope breaks and disqualifications, though I suspect that will not be an issue, ohoho." Femie paused for a moment.

"Even though there is more leniency in a hentai match when it comes to what you can do to a crotch, ohoho!"

Kozue was willing to wager their weren't too many clothes that wouldn't define a chest like the one Femie had, but she had to admit, the sports bra did a particularly good job. They were busting out all over, very hard to miss, which was probably the whole point, now that she thought about it.

"You like this?" She took a step back and looked down, scanning over her whole outfit. It wasn't exactly a modest look, she knew that when she went for it, but she'd never thought too much on it. None of the guys she wrestled seemed to make much note of it. "Glad you like the view, I guess. Don't think it quite compares, though."

She listened, nodded along as Femie spoke, and managed to hold the blush back when Femie spoke about orgasms. Knew it was coming.

"Think I get the gist." Kozue ducked down and stretched her legs, getting out a few kinks. She'd kept up with her training, but it had a been a little while since she'd been in action, with all of this coming down in between her matches with Nathan Weed.

"All right." She popped up to her feet and brought her arms up, taking a grappling stance. "You got the match type advantage, but I'm still playing to win." She narrowed her eyes and let her compettitve streak set in. Here, she'd need it bad. "Ring the bell when you're ready."

"It is not always about quantity." Femie said. "J'adore your body, mon amie. Ohoho!"

Femie finished stretching and looked as Kozue, or Ninjette, as the print on her tight bett read, settled into a stance. Femie nodded and waved a finger in the air in a circular motion. "Ding! Ding!" She crouched as well and circled Ninjette. Femie was a few in chest taller and a a few pounds heavier, though that could just as well have all been in the chest. Still, it both seemed like they were naturally athletic and as much as Femie was looking forward to making Ninjette cum, she'd get to that in time.

As they circled, Femie threw her body at Ninjette and tried to lock up in a traditional collar-elbow tie up, looking to push Ninjette backwards or just see if she was stronger like she thought she might be.

Kozue moved around the ring with ease, her feet lightly taping along the canvas they circled. She kept her eyes forward and focused, taking in every move Femie made and trying her hardest to ignore her chest, as her breasts hypnotically wobbled about. She usually enjoyed having a mobility advantage over her opponents, but since they tended to be guys with a double-digit weight advantage over her, that wasn't too surprising. Judging from Femie's body, that wouldn't be a luxury here, and the challenge was making Kozue even more excited.

Kozue let her opponent make the first move, and her patience was rewarded when Femie came up high, looking for the collar and elbow. She'd been pushed back enough times with that lock-up, and she'd taken to learning ways to avoid it - she brought up her hands for a moment, looking like she was about to go for it, only to suddenly jerk down and duck under. Kozue darted behind Femie as her arms went over her head, spun around on her heel, and tried to wrap her arms around the Belgian's body before she could turn around, going for a waist lock.

"auop!"

Femie grunted just a bit as her outstretched arms grabbed nothing but air. She was honestly surprised Kozue didn't want to lock up, but when she was caught in the waist lock, she put that thought out of her mind. It was a better tactical move to avoid it, most likely.

Still, Femie was in a small predicament and she bent over and grabbed Ninjette's wrists. She put her butt against Ninjette's lap and ground with it a bit while she tried to figure out what she was going to do or, rather, what Ninjette was going to do with Femie in the waist lock.

"Gotcha."

It was way, way too early to be cocky, especially in a match like this, but Kozue couldn't help herself. She'd practiced that move a lot lately, and even though this wasn't exactly an official match against her typical opponent, pulling off the counter in action was satisfying.

But not quite as satisfying as the feel of Femie's body rubbing against hers. She was expecting that sort of thing, especially when they were in the perfect position for it, but that didn't stop her from getting caught off guard. She was barely able to stifle a moan, as the Belgian's hips rocked back against her.

The plan had been to push Femie against the ropes, then drop back and use the bounce to hit her with a - relatively soft - German Suplex. Kozue managed to get her all the way to the ropes and execute the first part of the plan, before the sudden rush of pleasure took her off guard - instead of lifting Femie up and throwing her away, she unceremoniously crashed down on her back with the poodle-curled princess on top of her. "Gah." She grunted, annoyance in her voice for multiple reasons. "Meant to do that."

"Oof!"

Femie felt herself lifted, only to be dropped onto Kozue's lithe, yet surprisingly soft body. She understood it was a bit of a SNAFU, but that was ok. She actually just laughed a bit.

"Ohoho, you've certainly got me cornered, ma chere." She laughed as she leaned her head back just enough so their cheeks brushed together for a moment.

Femie reached for Ninjette's wrists and tried to force them off of her so she could roll off the girl and create some distance between them.

Kozue didn't give Femie any resistance as she tried to pry the arms away, letting her go free without a fight - the sooner she got out of this position, the better. For her prospects of winning, at least.

"Not yet, I don't." As soon as Femie was off her, Kozue brushed off the feelings, swung her legs through the air, and did a quick windmill kip up, rising up fast to her feet. She took a deep breath and faced off with the Belgian once more, looking weary as she crouched into her stance.

Kozue brought her hand out after a moment and wiggled her fingers, looking to see if Femie might be bold enough to try a test of strength. She put on a devlish grin and bounced her eyeybrows, sweetening the pot with an unspoken dare.