Showdown VI Opening Match: Cami Brumwell vs Natsu Arisawa

Cami couldn't resist a giggle as she squeezed Natsu's neck between her legs, slowly forcing the air out of the spirited schoolgirl lucky enough to be her first opponent. In truth, this was one of Cami's absolute favorite holds, having applied it on multiple men and women during her days of intense training...and a few lucky lovers as well...

There was a sense of power in this hold, of dominance, of knowing she could technically KO whoever was between her legs at her leisure...but there was also the pleasure as well. It felt nice having someone's warm air blow between her legs, feel them tightly clench her slim and perfectly smooth thighs.

"...Do you like what you see Natsu?" Cami asked softly, as small smile on her face as she moved the flaps of Natsu's skirt back, revealing the girls bloomers and bare thighs, her fingers softly starting to rub against the soft flesh, tickling at the schoolgirls thighs as she wiggled her butt.

"No need to be proper or bashful, I assure I am quite complimented when someone of the same gender enjoys my body, and I work quite hard to keep it pleasant to look at, especially for my cuter opponents..." She said, clearly teasing her opponent as she wiggled her tight and barely clad booty and crotch against Natsu's chin, getting the teens face as close against it as she could without actually smothering her.

"Tell you what, if you do enjoy the view, go ahead and tap on that cute butt in front of you." She said with a giggle, enjoying herself as she moved her thighs back and forth, as if she was gently massaging her opponents neck with her thighs, trying to lull her to sleep rather than choke her out. "Referee, if she taps on my butt, do not count it as a submission, I will not accept it, understand?"

The referee meanwhile, just rolled her eyes and nodded in response, not really caring either way as she waited to see if Natsu passed out or not.

For your information, Natsu wasn't willingly drifting into an extended siesta here without formulating numerous counterattacks and masterful strategies to turn the tables on this seemingly inescapable scenario. She had puhlenty of ideas in order to bring the fight back to the dictatorial daughter. Like, uh...the one with...alright maybe her memory banks weren't overflowing with tactics toward escaping. But she figured she earned a little leeway here considering she'd been trapped in a marshmallow thicc prison making each exhausted breath she took a strained labor. Cami's trailing fingers uplifting the schoolgirls navy blue skirt and exploring the toned physique of her nubile thighs and the benefits of being the high-school track captain. An airtight adherence of her crimson red bloomers to her flowering mound and plump backside that wiggled from Cami's commanding exploration. ,

Safe to say, whatever scarlet blush on Natsu's facials wasn't just the result of beginning to be oxygen deprived here. The frazzled schoolgirl peeking through one half-lidded eye at the prideful diplomat's bountiful backside getting playfully jiggled against her chin. A fatigued moan elicited from being toyed with like that, but a clear and present indication that Cami was in supreme control and had all but defeated the Blooming Brawler at this point. The torqued squeeze really draining the life out of Natsu here, whimpering pathetically from the overwhelming strength in her thighs and overwhelming booty when she opened her eyes. Heaving warmth directly against the diplomat's muff and to a shimmied lullaby between Cami's sweat swathed thighs, Natsu did eventually sink beneath the Tanzaniellan princess to a splayed-out slumber. But not before one jiggled tap on Cami's butt that probably answer a few of her foe's questions.

Cami had to admit, this hold was a favorite not just for the power it gave her over an opponent, but for the erotic element attached to it. Feeling Natsu's warm breath over her thinly clad mound and bare booty cheeks sent a blush to Cami's face and a soft coo coming out of her lips, her fingers trailing across Natsu's inner thing as she enjoyed the feeling.

While she had been able to have a few lucky stolen intimate moments in her time at home, between her bodyguards being ever-present, and her dear fathers constant over-protection whenever she had a friend over, Cami rarely got any time or chance to herself to explore her growing sexuality. During her studies of AFW before coming to Japan, she found the ideas of hentai fights to be absolutely fascinating.

While this wasn't one of those matches, and Cami was both well aware that she would be disqualified if it went that way, (as well as not wanting to offend Natsu, who she was growing a great respect for) Cami couldn't blame herself for wanting to enjoy this sensation a bit.

Thus, when Natsu actually did tap her hand weakly against Cami's tight and perfect backside, she grinned and raised her fist victoriously, honoring her claim that she wouldn't count it as an actual submission attempt.

"Heh, glad you like it Natsu. Get a nice last look as you go to sleep..." She said, cooing again as yet another warm breath cascaded across her crotch and butt, before finally feeling Natsu's body appear to go limp under her, nodding to the referee girl. "She has an incredible spirit for sure...but I think she's done for it Ref..." she said, while the referee reached out and grabbed Natsu's arm.

She raised it up once, let it drop, and let out a "ONE!" as it hit the mat. She repeated the process, shouting out "TWO!" as the teens arm hit the mat a second time.

"Goodnight Natsu." Cami said proudly, looking back at the Blooming Brawler with a proud and kind smile on her face, confident in her victory as the referee raised Natsu's arm up one last time, and let go...

Whatever encompassed Natsu's fleeting moments of consciousness, one could rest assured it partially involved the Dictator's Daughters warbled words about patting her backside for some reason or another. Wishful thinking on her part was that Cami would relent on the headscissors just a skosh if Nattie begrudgingly obeyed the Princess's wishes. Toying with the schoolgirl like this alongside her own meek subservience to the command was as telling a sign as ever that Natsu's options for sweet freedom were dwindling by the second. Cami raising her hand in unbridled victory showcasing that Natsu's admittance might have even meant more to her than the match's actual outcome. Byut it looked like unlatching her noggin from betwixt Cami's military trained thighs wasn't a part of the royal decree issued to her. Ah. Well that kinda blows. Cause the Flowery Fighter was really starting to wilt here.

A metaphor made even more apropos when the referee started raising Natsu's right arm only for it to lifelessly flop to the canvas floor like a faltering flower petal. Taking an "L" was unfortunately not an unfamiliar experience for Natsu, but the sweltering sensuality involved with being subjugated like this was fogging up her thoughts and hampering her willpower like nothing else. Snoozing for the night...with a smooth derriere being blinked out of her fluttering vision...possibly preventing any armed conflict from Cami's island nation......just wasn't in the cards tonight though. Natsu's arm remaining defiantly upright upon the third attempt from the referee. Stunning the masses in attendance and being accompanied with a swiveled reversal of positions that now found Cami on her back. Whatever surprise expression on Cami's face wouldn't be noticeable for long considering Nattie's bloomered backside was snuggly smushed atop it in a counter matchbook pin attempt!!

"1!"

Cami had been enjoying her position, victory near in hand, a super cute new friend whose face nestled against her bottom, all a perfect way to cap her first match, all she had to do is listen as Natsu's hand fell to the mat once...twice...

She never heard the third count, as within less than a second, everything changed.

Before the Pride of Tanzanellia realized it, the entire world flipped over, and her vision was completely obscured in something soft, squishy, and...blindingly bright red.

Then she heard the referees count of "ONE!" and her eyes widened as she realized what happened. Natsu wasn't unconscious. Somehow, through sheer tenacity, she had managed to flip them over, and what was on Cami's face right now...was Natsu's butt.

...and damnit...it was nearly equal to Cami's in softness and lovelyness.

"TWO!"

"MMFMF!"

Letting out a muffled protest, Cami's lips moving while directly pressed against Natsu's butt, the dictators daughter struggled and writhed, bucking her hips and just barely managing to kick out of the matchbook pin just half a moment before the three count!

Natsu would have liked to say that she'd made friends under even stranger circumstances. And yeah, while befriending boy-crazy kunoichi, delusional dojo leaders, and Brazilian beastmen could maybe have marked higher on some people's official weirdness ranking, Nattie herself would have to dub Cami as having taken the proverbial cheesecake. A competitive, free-spirited, good-natured, and outright flirtatious daughter of a sovereign dictatorship would have already earned Cami the first-place teddy bear in Nat's book, and this was before being asked to judge on what level on the cuteness spectrum Nattie would place Cami's royal rump currently swathed over the schoolgirls' face.

Well, turnabout was fairplay after all. The crimson shading on her airtight bloomers matching the blushed redness on her own panting facials after literally having to kiss the diplomat's backside when Cami's probably more used to servant's metaphorically doing that. Nattie jostling over to the side after her matchbook pin attempt was upended, groggily rising upward and resting her hands on her knees while catching her breath. "Alright. You may win the battle over who has the cuter...backing, but I'm not bout to lose the war..." Natsu determinedly uttered before righting her stance and dashing towards Cami for an attempt at her Blooming Cherry Fist uppercut delivered right to the bottom of Cami's chin.

Natsu's face wasn't the only thing as red as her bloomers once Cami kicked out of the reverse pin, as the pigtailed princess's face was bright red, both in embarrassment for having her own "booty in the face" attack turned against her, and for having come so close to nearly being pinned, right in the middle of the ring, in her debut match of all things!

"H-how did she kick out of that? I thought she was out! I beat plenty of my trainers with that move back home...are people in Japan stronger than I thought?"

Such distressing thoughts ran through the blonde woman's head as she rolled over to her front and shook her head, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as, for the very first time, the possibility that she might actually lose this match popped into her head.

Staggering up to her feet, Cami didn't hear her opponents words, but heard the pounding of feet on the mat and turned around, braided ponytail whipping around as Cami caught the site of a skirt-clad blur rushing towards her, while her eyes widened in surprise at the speed of the woman she had thought nearly KOed!

"N-No, wai-AGHH!"

Cami cried out, as her protests were quickly silenced by a powerful uppercut smashing hard into her perfect chin, white spots bursting into her vision as the impact from Natsu's shockingly powerful fist actually raised the Dictators Darling Daughter feet off the mat, the blonde beauties body achieving air time for a couple seconds before crashing down onto the mat on her back, groaning in discomfort as visions of chibi Natsu's circled around her head.

There was nothing quite like almost losing a match via buttcheeked makeout to reignite some competitive fires within a fighter. Natsu not knowing how she could ever show up around her favorite skatepark again without being teased and hassled by her friends for at least a month, prodding her about what it was like to lose via cheesecake. Suffice to say that serving up bloomered payback wasn't satisfying in its own right, but underestimating the pig-tailed princess was how she wound up in that predicament in the first place. And Natsu figured it was about time to serve up her own serving of Grade-A knuckle sandwich. Dead seriousness etched on her emblazoned visage as she sprinted towards her apparently flabbergasted adversary with her fist cocked back.

The swell of strength accumulating from underneath her crimson knuckles becoming unleashed underneath Cami's jaw in a flower petaled explosion, Natsu herself taking a brief flight as she twirled about in a rotating spin afterwards. A wafting uplifting to her navy blue skirt came alongside the school girl brawler gingerly landing, settling her adrenaline down with a soothing exhale through pursed lips afterward. The Blooming Brawler taking note of Cami counting the rooflights and scrambled to take advantage of the primo pinning opportunity. Nattie smiling joyously and settling herself across the Dictator's Daughter, double-hooking both of Cami's legs for a picturesque view of her perfectly thonged caboose as the referee slid into position.

"1!"

"2!"

Cami was many things. A very well trained fighter. An extremely athletic fighter. A woman who was extremely proud of her homeland and people and took her job as representative seriously. A beautiful, boastful, playful, sensual, and overall amazing woman.

"3!"

...she was also the woman who just got pinned down to the mat for a 3 count.

The crowd, having been certain that Natsu's recent hot streak of wins was coming to an end under the beautiful backside of the Dictators Daughter, had already cheered in surprise and excitement as Natsu not only avoided defeat, but nailed Cami right smack on the chin with her powerful uppercut that had defeated at least one opponent already, and now, counting along with the pin, they roared in approval as the referee counted the final number and signaled for the bell to ring, the beloved schoolgirl once again pulling off an impressive victory, and on Pay Per View to boot!

It took several moments, but soon, a groaning Cami opened her eyes, slowly shaking her head and trying to sit up, only to wince and clutch at her jaw, the pigtailed blonde feeling a sharp and throbbing pain right under her chin.

"Ughh...what...what happened..." She asked. She remembered she had Natsu unconscious...then she was nearly pinned, got out of that...the last thing she recalled, a fist was flying right for...but...she had dodged it hadn't she?

One hand still on her jaw, the beauty lifted her upper body up a bit, leaning on one arm and looking for Natsu...only to see the schoolgirl standing before her, her arm being lifted by the referee.

Oh...

...Ohhhhhhh...

She had...lost.

The first daughter of Tanzanellia, the pride and joy of her people, the flower of the nation, their true and steadfast representative who came to show the strength of her people...had...lost.

The direct consequences of her actions weren't remotely noticeable to the fatigued schoolgirl currently getting her hand raise skyward by the referee. Various Tanzanellian security officials in black suits scattered around the arena were now muttering into the receivers on their cufflinks to inform the embassy of the unexpected outcome, and awaiting further instructions on the situation. Typical protocol in their native homeland entailing cutting off the television broadcast, escorting Cami from the premises in a bullet-proof limousine, and pouncing upon the victorious schoolgirl in a black bag operation which in all likelihood would not end well for Natsu's future life prospects. The referee noticing the encroaching undercover agents milling about the audience now gradually encroaching upon the wrestling ring, so she began discreetly and tepidly backpedaling out of the ring. A perplexed Natsu noticing no-one was holding her hand up anymore...

...but nonchalantly shrugged and kept basking in the fan's adulation, beaming brightly from fighting her way out of an assured loss at one point in the match. She noticed the crestfallen Cami sulking down on the ring canvas and opted to stride over to her fallen foe and sit herself down beside her, legs crossed Indian style. "...*phew*...Ya know, when I first started fighting here, I lost so badly they had me on laundry duty. Washing jockstraps, cleaning up after the veterans. I basically hit rock bottom right out of the gate and had to practically beg the GM for another opportunity in the ring. Eventually I fought my way out of the laundry room, and I'm just a street girl who loves a good scrap. So like, imagine how far you'll go 'round here. You're the pride of your people, an amazing fighter who I still think beats me in the beauty department, and you've got a whole nation who believes in you!!!" Natsu smiled and jubilantly hopped back up to her feet, offering Cami a hand back up as well.

"Not to mention you've already made yer first friend here, so I think you've got some awesome times to look forward to if I do say so myself!!!"