Faheema Salih vs. Bubbles Burste - Birds Of A Feather

Bubbles was immediately surprised by two things after she threw her punch.

First, that it hit. Not that she was a bad striker, exactly, but it had never been her strong suit. She could generate a lot of power, but that didn’t mean much if she was too slow to land her blows on smaller, swifter opponents. Throwing them around like ragdolls always worked better for her.

But what really took her off guard was the way Faheema recovered so quickly, reaching up to yank Bubbles by the hair before she could even stumble out of reach. ”Ow, hair, watch the-

Bubbles’ protests were cut off with a sharp blow, one that landed right on her jaw and might’ve made her bite her tongue if she’d been a smidge more unlucky. It left her stunned for a moment, and Faheema took full advantage of that, striking with a blow that shot deep into her breast.

Bubbles hissed as her arms came up in defense, protecting her chest and face, and she stumbled back a step. The match was less than a minute old, and Faheema had already managed to do what some of her past foes never managed: making her retreat. It would only be temporary, she was sure of that, but she had no choice until she got a better handle on this fierce fighter’s style.

So far, Faheema's relentless assault had gained her an early advantage. Seeing Bubbles stumble backward filled her heart with the genuine hope that she could win this match, if she kept Bubbles on the defensive. To that end, Faheema went into pursuit, charging after the retreating woman. Running at full speed, Faheema lowered her upper body into position for a shoulder charge, aiming to nail Bubbles straight in the gut and push her back even more. They had to be close to the ropes by now, and if she could drive Bubbles back far enough, she could trap her against them.

This is how Faheema preferred to fight, with a vicious series of ever-accelerating attacks that kept opponents from ever regaining their composure. In a normal fight, this strategy would have been enough to carry Faheema to victory. Trouble was, this wasn't a normal match. Faheema needed to make her opponent cum before she could actually win, and that meant she would have to halt her deadly offensive sooner or later. From a tactical standpoint, it was a really dangerous move. Every pause in her violent beatdown would give Bubbles an opportunity to recover and retake the initiative, and when it came to the art of sexual combat, Faheema's opponent vastly outclassed her. Entering into this style of combat was a big risk, but it was a risk that she needed to take.

If Faheema could pin her opponent against the ropes, she would try to hold her there with a stout forearm pressed firmly against her throat. The other hand, meanwhile, slid up Bubbles' chest, giving one of her oversized melons a firm squeeze before starting to worm her fingers into her foe's white and gold bikini, tugging at it in an effort to free the Virgin Killer's breasts for all the world to see. “Show me those udders, woman!” Faheema rasped with a look of excitement on her face.

Though both wrestlers were new to the audience, Faheema was the one who seemed to make the most impression so far. On top of having a rare look for a Friction wrestler, her unexpected savage domination of the match so far turned a lot of heads and raised eyebrows. Mariah Burste could confirm that pretty well, since that was what hers were doing. ”Come on, babe!” She slapped her hand against the apron. ”Head in the game, head in the game!”

Bubbles appreciated the cheerleading, but getting this beastial beauty off her was easier said than done. She found herself back up against the rope, and before she had a chance to back off, Faheema was all over her. One arm to her throat, holding her in place with solid leverage, while her other went to work the breast. Bubbles gasped, then moaned, then gasped again as wild fingers played with her breasts, digging into them, sliding along them, trying to free them from the tight confines.

Not that Bubbles minded that so much. Not at all, really. Heck, she probably would’ve taken them out herself in a minute or two, once she had the chance to go for a smother. Faheema’s aggressiveness was appreciated, though. In part, because it just felt nice on her skin, and in part because this was a pause in her vicious attack. Just what she needed.

Her left breast had just popped free when Bubbles went into action, looking to turn things around. She reached around Faheema’s head, gripped her hair tight, and tugged her head back. At the same time, she pushed at the arm around her throat to make some distance between them - not much, but enough to put some distance between them. She spoke through gritted the whole way, her words coming out wild through her smile. ”All...you had to do…was ask.”

With the way clear, she pulled Faheema’s head forward while bringing her own down, slamming their skulls together for a vicious headbutt.

Okay, maybe Faheema had moved on to groping her opponent too quickly. She was able to free one of those mammary glands from the insufficiently sized clothing that held it, but didn't get any chance to capitalize before her head was pulled back by the hair. Pain seared Faheema's scalp, and she reached back with an arm, trying to free her curls from the iron grip that held them. Try as she might, she couldn't force Bubbles to let go of her, and once the bigger woman had pushed Faheema away, she used the tight hold on her head to pull her inexorably forward, slamming their skulls together with an impact that rang out clearly enough to be heard outside the ring.

“Hnk!” Faheema groaned as she stumbled back in a daze, her skull aching and throbbing. Having her brain rattled like that was no small matter, and it took the full extent of her resolve not to cry out in pain as waves of agony rippled through her head. The crowd cheered, excited to see Bubbles fighting her way back into the match, while Faheema was left clutching her head as she tried to shake the stars out of her eyes.

Always conscious of her failures, Faheema was feeling pretty stupid right now. She had lost a decisive lead over her opponent for perhaps the most inane reason possible. Only one factor consoled her, and that was the knowledge that Bubbles had to fight by the same stupid rules that she did. Maybe she had a better grasp than Faheema of how to approach this match type, when to inflict pain and when to provide pleasure. Since Faheema was on the defensive now, it was Bubbles' turn to show the African woman how she preferred to fight.

The headbutt wasn't exactly happy-fun times for Bubbles either, as her noggin collided with Faheema’s and made a sound so sharp it almost made her ears ring. But she did have the advantage of knowing it was coming, giving her the wherewithal to brace herself for the crash. Besides, she could have a very thick skull, sometimes. That’s what Mariah was fond of saying, anyway.

It might not have been that healthy for her brain, but you couldn't debate the efficacy of Bubbles’ move. It did everything she hoped for and a little more on top - not only did it cease Faheema’s fervent offense, but it also gave her an opening, as her savage foe reeled from the blow. She knew exactly what to do with it, too.

With a loud roar, Bubbles lunged forward, ducked down, reached around Faheema’s body, and…

...grabbed her asscheeks.

It was solid grip, too, as each hand found a cheek through the loose material of Faheema’s trunks and dug deep, clawing at the flesh underneath. A nice, rough grope, and one she thoroughly enjoyed. But it wasn’t only for sex. It was never only for sex with Bubbles.  ”Strong enough for a man…”

She pulled Faheema in tight, then lifted her up into the air, hoisting the dusky woman above her head with her lecherous grip. At the same time, Bubbles fell backwards, attempting to drop her foe with a flapjack, one that would have her neck falling right onto the ropes. ”...made for a woman!”

Faheema was awakened to an impending threat by the sound of her opponent's battle cry. Gasping, the Nubian woman brought her arms up to protect her head, trying to guard as best she could when she was clearly off her game. Her face, however, was not the target of Bubbles' assault. The actual target was much lower.

As Bubbles collided with her opponent, Faheema felt two strong hands wrap themselves around her backside, kneading the sensitive flesh with fingers that captured each cheek in a punishing squeeze. Never in a thousand years would Faheema have anticipated an attack like this, and her reaction was something to behold: a moment of humiliation for her and amusement for everyone else.

“H-hey, aaahhh!” Faheema cried out in shock, standing up on her tiptoes and pitching her head back as pleasant sensations rippled up her spine. It wasn't the yelling itself that was embarrassing to Faheema; she yelled and bellowed all the time when she fought. Trouble was, the noises escaping Faheema's lush lips were not the cries of a warrior. They were the soft, shrill, girly intonations of a young and inexperienced woman, one who had been starved of intimate contact until now.

Worse still for Faheema, Bubbles wasn't done. Hoisted into the air, Faheema's heart sank into her stomach as Bubbles fell backward to catapult her straight into the outstretched ropes. Still sharp when it came to fighting, Faheema crossed her arms in front of her face and tucked her head in to keep the top rope from striking her throat. She still managed to bonk her head on all three ropes in her descent, as though she were strumming a guitar with her face. Landing with a heavy thud at the edge of the ring, Faheema rolled onto her back, head almost hanging over the side. If she was at all bothered by her vulnerable position, she wasn't showing it. Even as she massaged her aching chest, Faheema was smiling, wiggling her lower body a bit as if she could still feel the fingers on her ass. Now more than ever, she wanted to win this match, so she could put those talented hands to work for her. Bold thoughts to have, since she was at her opponent's mercy right now.

When Faheema hit the floor after her harsh crash, she wasn’t the only making a shrill, girly noise. Another one came from an unlikely source, as Bubbles found herself giggling on the floor, laughing in a higher pitch than people thought she was capable of making. It wouldn’t do wonders for her status as a Wrestling Monster, but she didn’t much care.

”God, I loved that cute little sound you just made.” She managed to bring it to a slow stop as she rolled over, doing her best to focus on the task at hand. Not the easiest thing, now that she’d grasped cheeks like that and gotten a preview of Faheema’s decidedly un-Faheema like squeal. ”Gonna leave your throat raw tonight, baby doll. Hope you like cough drops.”

Judging from the smile on Faheema’s face, she was having similar thoughts, though if she was thinking that she would be the one to control the evening, Bubbles was only too eager to erase the idea. She rolled to the side, moving under the ropes and coming out on the floor. She had idea for what to do next for big damage, but she wanted to work over Faheema just a bit more. In a couple of ways.

She moved over and grabbed Faheema’s head, pulling her body just a bit further over the side of the ring. With her still facing up, Bubbles reached over her head and pulled her into an inverted headlock while she hung off the apron. Unlike the vanilla headlock from before,  the move put her breast in a perfect position to envelope Faheema’s nose and mouth, depriving her of air, while crushing her in the iron grip at the same time.

Knowing that she would end the day filling the night sky with her screams of ecstasy regardless of the match's outcome filled Faheema with joy. Still, her instincts as a survivor wouldn't let her accept the notion of defeat. Besides, she could only imagine the shame of allowing herself to become a sex toy for Bubbles and her obnoxious wife. For that reason, her struggling and angry snarling were no less vicious as Bubbles grabbed her head and tugged her further out of the ring. She expected to be dragged out completely, but Bubbles had a more nuanced plan.

Once Faheema's head was nice and exposed, an arm bulging with powerful muscle fell around her throat. With her arms securely locked together, Bubbles squeezed Faheema tighter and tighter until her face was pressed deep into one of her monstrous tits. It wasn't as cozy as it looked, with the surprisingly solid breast mashing up her face and cutting off her air while Bubbles tightened the vice around her skull. As simple as the hold was, this was a good place to use it, with Faheema's neck perfectly positioned at the same height as her opponent's chest, leaving her foe free to pour everything she had into her attack.

The effect couldn't be denied, with Faheema groaning in agony and kicking her legs against the canvas as she struggled in vain to free herself. Her arms made a desperate attempt to pry Bubbles loose, clawing and punching at her opponent's pythons. Not even the allure of having her face pressed into that sweet bosom could console her. The crimson hue on her face was entirely from strain, and the unfocused wandering of her eyes was a subtle cue that she was suffering from oxygen loss. Fearful of passing out, Faheema wiggled her face from side to side, trying to find an angle to breathe. If she happened to distract Bubbles a little by tickling her sensitive orb with her nose and lips, that was strictly a bonus.

The referee moved over to the ropes and looked down in them as Bubbles sunk in the hold, yelling at them to bring it back in the ring, but she might as well have been talking to a pair of sexy brick walls. Mariah hadn't made this importu match no disqualification on a whim. This match was meant to go wherever they combatants liked, and she intended to take full advantage of. No count-outs, no rope breaks, nothing to stop her from doing anything she could imagine to this delicious chocolate drop.

Speaking of whom, Bubbles was quite enjoying the feel of Faheema’s flesh against her face, the way her muffled screams vibrated through her body, the way her mouth open and closed in search of air that wasn't there to breathe. The hold was rock silk, and she could've likely knocked Faheema clean out if she wanted...

But then what? Bubbles needed that all-important orgasm first, and putting her to sleep would probably undo all the work she'd done to heat Faheema’s loins up. No, no. The strategy was clear: fuck her up first, the fuck her, then put her to sleep.

She eased up on the hold and dipped down to run her tongue over Faheema’s lips, dipping inside her mouth for a moment before she pulled away. ”Hold that pose.”

With those lusty words, Bubbles grabbed the middle rope and pulled herself back on the apron, standing tall above Faheema’s fine, fallen form. She raised her arm up, took a deep breath, then jumped off and fell straight down, aiming an Elbow Drop at the center of her opponent’s chest and looking to hammer her into the edge of the ring

“Guh!” Faheema sucked in a loud, deep breath when Bubbles loosened her grip. Her mouth was agape drawing in air for so long that it was no trouble for Bubbles' tongue to slide in for a taste. Too winded to stop her, Faheema played along, twisting her tongue around Bubbles' own and allowing the bigger woman to feel the contours of her lips as she continued to breathe deeply. The Virgin Killer's mouth had an intoxicating taste to it, and having it pressed against her own felt great. It was just a good thing Friction's staff had grilled Faheema over their company's hygiene requirements. Her mouth was much more inviting than her hair or her clothes.

Mariah must have felt proud, seeing Bubbles dominate Faheema in their kiss, but the latter was only cooperating for as long as it took her to get her strength back. When Bubbles stood tall on the apron after telling Faheema to hold still, she knew to expect something big. A lot of people took Faheema for an idiot, but she was deceptively good at interpreting the movements of others...most of the time. Not so much when it involved kissing or groping, which Bubbles seemed to love surprising her with.

The muscles in Bubbles' legs rippled with immense power, enough for Faheema to expect her to jump. Gripping the rope that she was still lying underneath, Faheema went into motion as soon as Bubbles went airborne. Using her grip on the ropes to pull her upper body in one direction, and the muscles in her legs and core to push her lower body in the opposite direction, Faheema's body started rotating. By spinning herself 90 degrees so that she was parallel to the edge of the ring, her chest and head wouldn't be exposed anymore when Bubbles came down, leaving that descending elbow to strike nothing but the floor. After she heard the sound of 245 pounds of meat smacking the concrete, she could hop down and start the joyous work of tenderizing it!