Re: A Duel of the Martial Princesses (Kena vs. Makoto)

by dlamp Tue Jan 15, 2019 3:35 am

Dammit! Right before impact Kena's leg was caught as it came down, leaving her back on the ground and her leg dangling. It was a bad position to be in, and one she didn't want her opponent to capitalize on. She scowled, quickly bringing her free leg up to kick Makoto's face.

by BlueMeanie Wed Jan 16, 2019 5:41 am

"Nnnhhhh!" Makoto cried as Kena's foot hit her in the chin. It was an awkward angle to throw a kick from, and given how weakened Kena's legs were from their torturous punishment earlier in the match it didn't have enough force to break her hold on Kena's other foot. "HIYAHHH!" With a loud battle cry Makoto dropped herself on top of Kena while pulling her leg like a lever. With Makoto's ass in her face and her leg pulled so that her toes nearly touched her ears, Kena was in a dire predicament.

"Surrender!" Makoto roared to the trapped tigress.

by dlamp Fri Mar 15, 2019 3:08 am

Kena screamed out, eyes widening in shock as her inner thigh burned from the ruthless yank. Her fingers clawing her nails against the tatami mats, tears started welling from her eyes. The pain nearly drowned out all sound around as all she could focus on was the immense pain. She wanted it to end, wanted to surrender so the pain would cease, but... submission meant losing so much. Her sign, her grandmother's will, her dignity.

"Nooo!" She said it as if begging, tears flowing down her cheeks. She didn't want to surrender. Her pride wouldn't allow it, but the pain wouldn't end otherwise.

She gritted her teeth, kicking her free leg about before letting out a roar in anguish. "I surrender, I give up!"

by BlueMeanie Fri Mar 15, 2019 3:32 am

Makoto smirked. She felt...heavenly. Her proud opponent struggled as if her life depended on it. She writhed, she kicked, her fingers even clawed at the mats. But it was all for naught.

Her spirit broke as she sobbed out her surrender.

Makoto smiled at the cameras. She had wagered so much on this bout--and her wager had paid off. This victory was sure to leave her mark.

She allowed Kena's leg to fall to the mat as she stood over her fallen foe radiant with pride. She kicked Kena over onto her back and placed her foot right on her chest.

For a momment, Makoto wondered if she should be kind. Kena had fought with all she had. That was certainly worthy of respect.

But no.

Respect was what was wagered. She wouldn't have expected--or even wanted--mercy if she was in Kena's position. Her pride as a martial artist was now forfeit.

Makoto waved her hand in front of her mouth and gave a large, disrespectful yawn. "Oh come one. That was it? I thought you cared enough about your grandma to have put up SOME sort of fight." Makoto brought her foot to Kena's cheek and gave it a light, mocking slap--an omen of humiliation to come.

"First thing's first." Makoto said. "Before anything else get on your knees and apologize to the audience with a formal bow for that PATHETIC showing you call a fight."

Kena's humiliation had begun.

by dlamp Tue Apr 16, 2019 7:25 pm

Kena's leg finally got relief after the brutal hold. It was numb, but the pain subsided and she could feel her foot again. Though it was only a small pleasure compare to what came next. Forced to her back and stomped on by her opponent in a disrespectful showing of strength. One that had Kena gritting her teeth. She lost, and now she had to pay the price. That much she knew, that much she accepted. But...

To go this far?

Kena Arisato was many things. A battle-hungry sadist and a cruel bloodthirsty warrior were the usual descriptions. But this? This was far crueler than mere sadism. She twitched at the tap of Makoto's foot, her lips curling into a scowl before fading. She lost, this was her punishment, as cruel as it was. So with as neutral an expression she could muster, Kena followed the winner's instructions, slowly rising to her knees and bowing, hands and forehead on the ground. This woman... She clenched her teeth under the floor, her eyes staring at the ground with blank fury. This foul woman... Teardrops hit the floor as she laid there, waiting for her next instructions.

by BlueMeanie Thu Jan 09, 2020 9:56 pm

Makoto pointed down to the mat. "Now go get your sign--or should I say MY sign--and place it here." She moved her finger. "And place your clothes here. You don't deserve to dress like a fighter. Being in your underwear fits the embarrassment that you are."

She pointed down at her feet. "And then kneel down right here in front of me and look me in the eye, Kenna Arisato."

by dlamp Mon Aug 17, 2020 3:07 am

"... ... ..." Kena was still for a moment, tears still staining the tatami mat. The fury inside only held back by what little dignity she could maintain. Makoto's commands were harsh, but Kena rose, her face blank as a sheet as she walked to grab her sign. She stared at it a moment, taking one last look. Grandmother... I'm sorry. With slow hands she picked it up, walking over to Makoto and placing it where ordered, her face vacant.

Next, she stripped, simply undoing her belt and letting her gi drop to the ground, the stripping her pants, leaving herself in just her black bra and panties. She looked down at her uniform, folding it and wrapping her belt around it before setting it next to Makoto. Then, finally, she knelt again, looking up at Makoto with as neutral an expression as she could manage, dry tear stains still in her eyes. She said nothing, refusing to lose the little composure she had.

by BlueMeanie Mon Aug 17, 2020 3:18 am

Makoto loomed over her kneeling rival drinking in the cracks in her mask of passivity.

She looked at the neatly folded uniform and placed her foot right on the name on the back.

She returned her gaze to Kena. "Now, is there something you want to say?"

by dlamp Mon Aug 17, 2020 3:30 am

Kena's jaw tightened. That was right. There was still more to this damnable stipulation. "You're..." She paused, swallowing down her pride. Any hesitation now would just be more for this woman to gloat about. "You're a far superior fighter to me. My... martial art doesn't compare to yours. It's... inferior to you."

by BlueMeanie Mon Aug 17, 2020 3:42 am

Makoto smiled. "This gi doesn't have your name on it. Is it your grandmother's?"

She ground her foot on the fabric. It was like Kena's grandmother's spirit knelt in defeat alongside her. Her entire style and legacy was trampled, defeated, and disgraced.

"You said your martial art is inferior to me. Tell me who you think would have won if I fought this match against your grandmother in her prime? And be honest."

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