Start of a Rivalry

Facing a fighter like Alicia with three limbs incapacitated and the last trapped out of the way, most opponents would have surrendered. Particularly when those limbs weren’t just immobilised but when one was being twisted to the verge of snapping and the other two were being torn apart inch by agonising inch.

Masuyo, to the redhead’s increasing delight, was not one of them. Nor was she just thrashing around futilely as though she could flail her way to freedom. Instead, feeling her adversary’s hand clamp on the back of her knee, it was clear that Masuyo had a plan.

Even with more of her focused attention dedicated to the arm lock, Alicia’s grapevine had still not been weak as demonstrated by the steady progress she’d been making there. But, monstrously powerful as her legs were, only keeping that knee entirely taut would have been enough to prevent what Masuyo was trying – a decidedly novel way to counter a grapevine.

Effective though, as the redhead found when the combination of the tug and the kick that followed left one leg outside her grasp. And already she could guess what would come next – freeing the other leg, which would be…

At the least it would be a nuisance. At the least. And Alicia was hoping it’d be considerably more.

Aware that she was about to lose her control over two of Masuyo’s limbs, Alicia knew she couldn’t count on keeping her kimura tight once the Demon had her legs free again. True, the redhead’s lower base was solid as hell, something she could only reinforce by splaying her legs out to keep her opponent trapped under her, but this was a surprising match already.

There’d be more coming, something Alicia relished. But that only made her more determined to make things as hard for Masuyo as she could.

To that end, she took two actions. With her own now-unoccupied leg, the redhead did her best to hook the grapevine back in, a doomed attempt she was sure but better than just giving up the hold for nothing. It was almost certainly for nothing but she could at least make Masuyo work harder for it.

At the same time, and rather less technically, Alicia leant forward, torqueing the kimura until she could practically hear the tendons in Masuyo’s shoulder twanging like piano wire.

Oh, and it also dropped her not-inconsiderable chest squarely on Masuyo’s face, ideally giving the Demon yet another issue to deal with. Breast smothers were not a common part of Alicia’s arsenal but sometimes in a fight she just went with what worked.

”You talk too much,” Alicia somehow managed to say it with a straight face.

Masuyo had only a vague certainty that this would work. Alicia’s legs spoke for themselves when it came to ungodly levels of power, but they weren’t bad technically either. If anything, she was the cream of the crop, finding that sweet balance between imposing strength and expert skill. She hadn’t seen her in the octagon, but Masuyo was sure Alicia won way more than she lost.

And in the face of all that, she wasn’t deterred in the slightest. No, she was exhilarated, felt her blood running hot, pumped to be pushed to her limits, punching and kicking and fighting and breaking beyond them. She could move with complete confidence in her heart, if not her head, as she kept that flame burning.

She snagged one leg free, and, as expected, Alicia retaliated, trying to get that leg back under her control. The Demon didn’t intend to let it happen that easily, though. Masuyo brought her leg higher up, just escaping the hook like a pair fang’s dashing towards her shin, and hooked it around the redhead’s still-occupied leg. From there she slid it down, pushing on Alicia’s heel and springing her other leg free. Felt like heaven, but only for a moment.

The British fighter even doubled down on the kimura lock, leaning into as she torqued and pushing the ligaments in Masuyo arm and shoulder to the limit. She was trying the arm for all it was worth and it should have made the Demon at least shriek by all accounts. And it would have...if Alicia’s breasts hadn’t been there to muffle the sound and obscure her sight. She could still make out bits and pieces of the space around her through the woman’s stygian clothing and enveloping darkness. Made sense in a way. She had to compliment the kimura with something if she hoped to stand a chance against Masuyo’s years of prowess...or maybe she wasn’t that much into the banter.

“...mahfee ah lil bet...” Lead a horse to water, after all.

This was a first for her, she had to admit. Not exactly a common position in the octagon, but definitely not an ideal spot to be in either way. Now that her legs were free, though, she had a greater degree of mobility. A kimura was nothing to sniff at, even less with a woman that clearly had no qualms with pushing things to the extreme.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

With her free legs, Masuyo began to turn herself on the spot, bringing her body and head round as the redhead clung to the kimura. She pushed at Alicia's lower shoulder with her free hand, maneuvering to fix the position more into a side mount and steadily bring her head out from the smother, pushing Alicia to the side and leaving Masuyo staring at her back. It didn’t help the kimura lock any to the onlookers, but that was one of the key differences between MMA and wrestling. Positioning was everything.

She quickly wrapped locked her legs around Alicia’s in a butterfly hook. Not wasting a second, she plant her hand against the small of her back and lift the leglock forward at the same, jerking her body forward and her weight off Masuo. Her left leg would still be pinned beneath Alicia, but the space would be all she’d need, as she’d reach up and over Alicia’s side, sneaking an arm beneath her armpit to grab the woman’s wrist and wrench it free to break the kimura.

The Demon had no interest in returning the redhead’s wrist anytime soon, however, as she instead brought it behind her back with an impromptu hammerlock, using her newly free-if-damaged arm to reinforce it.  Her newly free legs would also tie together around the British amazon’s waist, attempting to keep her down with a pair of bodyscissors, something she knew Alicia could appreciate. Quid por quo.