Cherry Bomb Sayumi Arai Vs The Pink Bomber Aisha Love [Hardstyle Hentai]

Sayumi Arai (Cherry Bomb) vs Aisha Love (The Pink Bomber)

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Match
Winning Condition: Pinfall or submission
                        Winning condition can only be achieved on a combatant who has suffered a forced orgasm.

Sayumi Arai:

Aisha Love:

Sayumi stood in gorilla position, making last minute adjustments to her top, making sure it was properly secured. She breathed in and out, trying to settling her nerves as her music hit. She gave her cheeks a light slap with her palms, psyching herself up as she burst through the curtains, skipping down the ramp flashing onlookers a bright smile and a peace sign.

When she reached the ring she hopped up onto the apron, rolling inside. She sprang to her feet, going from turnbuckle to turnbuckle pumping her firsts with the music, singing along with the crowd. As her music was cut short, she dropped back down, walking back and forth on the far aside of the ring as she waited for her opponent.

Sayuri was in a dressed down version of one of her ring attires, the various poofs and frills had been removed leaving her with a simple buckled top, short shorts and a pair of slip on boot. As she waited she kept her energy high, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Hentai matches were not something Aisha was at much prepared for. She had been trained before though barely, having never really had to do so in the leagues that she was a part of, and had come to the game in AFW far too late. Of course this not stopping certain bookers to call for such a match up. Not the first, another being a rather disastrous bunny match for her, which resulted in a humiliating loss. Now as she prepared to go down to the ring, her nerves were tested.

Wearing the same gear she usually donned, the pinkette psyched herself, wondering just hard could it be for her to do it. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex before, especially with another woman as her mind trailed off for a bit down the ramp she went. Her opponent seemed rather cool and collected, something that somewhat intimidated her but she kept faith, throwing it to the back of her mind and psyching herself up as the referee checked for any illegal objects, not that it fully mattered in a hentai bout.

Sayumi held her arms out for the illegal object pat down, her outfit left very little to the imagination, making it for an easy check. Once she was cleared, she clasped her hands before her as she bowed her head in a respectful manner. "Good luck." She didn't meant it as a threat, sounding rather genuine. Once both opponents had the chance to exchange pleasantries, the bell sounded. She immediately shifted into her usual grappler stance, legs spread to ground her, hands out before her. She'd slowly make her way towards Aishia, sizing the woman up.

Both women seemed to have a similiar build, which was good. here was always the worry of being matched up against someone far bigger and stronger. She couldn't help but smirk, eyes focusing on that big zipper down the bosom of the other woman's outfit, all the way down. She had worried at first glance the one piece was going to provide her great difficult, now she was almost relieved. That would be her way in later. For now, she needed to focus on getting to that point. Unless Aisha made a big move on her, she would draw in closer and attempt to lock up with the other woman.

"Yea... you too," she said, letting the referee finish her job before letting up to tell the announce table to ring the bell for the match to start. Aisha saw a rather similar opponent to herself that she was running against, keeping her guard as she circled a bit from her side of the ring. Keeping on her toes, thinking to try and keep away from direct grapples.

Sayumi seemed to have rather less on than her, of course not as bare as others she had met in the ring and had to fight. She looked kind of cute, but threw that out of her head, choosing to focus on the match and think of the ways to get her own the ground and begin to screw her.

She followed Aisha's lead, circling the ring opposite the woman, though crept a step or two closer with each rotation around the ring. The Pink Bomber didn't seem very commited to the match, both in her hesitance and lack of aggression. That was good, that lack of initiative if it lasted throughout the match would give her a well needed edge as it went on. She suddenly snapped forward, taking large steps to cover ground to be on Aisha quickly. She looked to forgo the lockup and instead throw herself up against The Pink Bomber head on. Her arms came out and around, attempting to encircle the pink clad woman in a bear hug, moving to lock her hands behind the woman's back as quickly as possible if she managed to get hold of her. "Come here!"

This was the sort of thing Aisha wanted, having her opponent come to her. She took a step forward, letting Saumi take the advantage only to pull it away and going to her back for a monkey flip, hoping to toss and tumble her right on to her back. She wanted to use this eagerness against her and maybe even facilitate an easy way to get in position for a little bad touch, good touch with her.

Sayumi had really thought she had read Aisha well, so convinced. As she neared her arms went out, preparing to scoop the woman up only to grasps nothing. Aisha had fallen away and talen hold of her wrists, pulling her down and forward with her. As The Pink Bomber's boots dug into her midsection she gasped in breathless shock as she was carried up and over. She came down hard, bouncing off the mat once before she came to a halt, blinking and confused. She stared up at the lights shining down at in her face, struggling to take in the air that had been so quickly knocked from her as she lay there.

Aisha rolled back up on to her feet, looking back to her opponent on the mat before quickly taking the initiative and running to the ropes. She'd rebound with speed taking a jump with her rear aimed right towards Sayumi's head in a deliberate sort of move. She called it the falling love after another move that involved her rear, thinking it would be rather catchy at that. Hopefully this would be enough to stun her a bit more and go to work.

Sayuri groaned softly, vaguely aware of what was going on as she tried to pull herself up. The scuffle of boots, the thudding of the mat. She had just begun to sit herself up when she blinked through the haze to see her opponents bearing down at her. She gasped, it all she had time for before Aisha crashed into her.

The impact had be so devistaing taken head on, or in this case face on, that she had slammed back into the mat, head bouncing with a thud. Briefly she rocked up onto her shoulders before she came tumbling back down into her back where she had started. The lights above were blinding as her vision spun, the faintest of shapes looked blurry to her. She slowly turned her head, staring down the length of her arm as she was lay out on the canvas.

Get up.

Her legs didn't want to listen.

Get up.

Her head throbbed.

Please...

Her hand lifted shaking, as she clawed at the mat. She shifted her weight sluggishly as she tried to roll along he mat to escape to the outside of the ring... It was so far away though.