A Friendly Wager

This was certainly different than the lessons she was used to. She had been asked to take hits before, but the idea of trying to lose? That was completely alien to her. This was a truly mysterious woman she was grappling with. Should she hit her back? Hell, she might not even get the chance too. The manager had clearly gotten a feel for the Demon’s strength, and she wasn't going to be caught off guard again as she continued to go all out on Masuyo’s form.

Raising her up onto her feet, the woman brought Masuyo’s head back down with a snap, driving her forehead into her knees. The codebreaker left her on her back in a daze in front the manager. The world was spinning around her. Her head was aching as she laid spread eagle, arms shaking slightly as she tried to get up.

“Mhhh...uuhhnnn…”

But that was all she could muster. This was going to take some getting used to.

Dropping down, Fubuki gracefully hooked up Masuyo's leg and began the count, "One....two...three...."

Leaning over, she gently pecked Masuyo's lips, "When the fight isn't going your way, sometimes relaxing and letting that power move his is the best option. Like now. Your body is relaxing around me, and gave in to me. Seems you are catching onto being a great jobber after all.

"Now...." she said, dragging her back up to her rubbery legs, "ready for your punishment for that tap comment?"

Masuyo wasn’t registering much with the throbbing pain that kept thumping again and again in her head. She was in quite a lull, for sure. Thankfully, she regained just enough consciousness to feel that light kiss against her soft lips. Her blush hadn’t faded at all, but it wasn’t getting any brighter. It was either pure willpower or simple adjustment that was keeping her senses together.

This was an interesting learning experience either way. As she was helped to her feet, as wobbly as they may have been, the manager’s lessons were resonating with her. She had no intention of becoming someone's punching bag, but there were no doubt going to be times when she was met with an impossible situation. If this is what it took to climb higher and higher, Masuyo would take it in strides. She nodded her head in affirmation, intent on learning more. That was, until she heard the woman’s next words, causing her to shiver slightly.

“If...you think you can dish it out, sure. I’m not one to just keel over, you know.”

Masuyo should have learned another thing, however. This woman meant everything she said.

"Oh I'm not so sure sweetie...." Fubuki said, placing her hands on either side of Masuyo's face. With a wink, she shoved the woman's face in her soft mounds, cutting off the air flow from her in a warm breast smother.

"Shhhhhh" the manager cooed, stroking that raven hair, "It's alright, just go to sleep sexy.....shhhhhhh."

She held the woman tight in the smother, waiting for the inevitable collapse of her opponent.

Seriously, what was with this federation? One second Masuyo was feeling a little dazed, just barely regaining her senses. The next there was a pull. Then it was just dark. Still, it was a comfortable bleakness. What was this? It felt so warm. So soft. It smelled great. Maybe if she just…

Her instincts snapped her back to life, if only for a moment. The air was fading fast, and her body had only granted her so much time. Everything told her to throw a punch, get a lock in, but even an idiot could see that the match had changed locales. Pain as the threshold had turned into something more...sensual. If she wanted to fight back, it would be on Fubuki’s terms. She reached down, looking for an opening somewhere. Her hands searched the woman’s curvaceous body high and low. Hm, her back? Maybe a bearhug? No, that would just make things worse. Lower now. Ass? Tempting, but no. Little lower. Thighs? Perfect.

Gripping both of the woman’s shapely legs, she’d lift her up and slam her back into the blanketed surface. There wouldn’t be any damage dealt to her, of course. The shock may be enough to pry her head away from the woman’s comfortable assets. Hopefully this woman wasn’t that quick a study.

Fubuki quirked an eyebrow when the MMA fighter's hands gripped her thighs, lifting her up to slam her on her back. Due to the soft mattress, the impact did little to affect her. She actually started to laugh at the silly move Masuyo just pulled.

"Silly Masuyo. You may be a Demon in the ring, but right now....you are MY sexy jobber." she breathed, her toned legs wrapping around the demon's midsection in a body scissors, locking her in tight and not giving her an inch of room. Next stop, dreamland.

Alright. She could admit that wasn’t the smartest plan. I mean, it could be argued it was more of a reflex than anything else. For a moment, she may have forgotten that she wasn’t in the middle of a ring, wrestling with someone intent on knocking her out for another win. This woman was going for something more. Masuyo was being taught the art of losing...if losing had an art. She was fighting in unknown territory that Fubuki understood like the back of her hand. It was an uphill struggle, and she had just rolled a goddamn boulder down her way.

“Mmmph! Mph!” She groaned, making effort after vigorous effort to bring herself up.

Down she tumbled, the scissors tightening around her as she descended further and further into the darkness. Her efforts grew weaker and weaker until ceasing all together. Her arms shook, her legs dropped, her eyes steadily closed. She fought until there wasn’t anything left and she went still. The only thing she could register was her own thoughts.

What a strange place this is.

The moment the final sigh escaped her lips, Fubuki knew she had won. Masuyo's well sculpted body fell against hers, prompting a laugh from the manager. With a grunt of effort, she dragged the limp form of the MMA fighter to her feet.

"Mmmhmm. Yup Masuyo, I think you'll do quite well here. Holding the belt....or eating the pin....doesn't matter. You look sexy in both." she breathed, cupping her friend's jaw in her hand. Giving Masuyo a gentle shove on her chest, she let the body fall on the mat spread eagle, before planting her foot firmly on her chest in a dominant pose. After a moment, the manager slowly laid next to Masuyo, tracing her finger up the toned stomach.

Masuyo laid still on the ground, barely moving an inch against the sensation of Fubuki's finger tracing up her sprawled form. The smother tactic was effective. It was something she had little to no experience with, and once she was caught, without resorting to her overwhelming strength, the MMA fighter could only struggle. It was impossible for her to tell how long she had been out for. A few seconds? A couple minutes? An hour? Maybe two? Time escaped her. The only thing she felt was the dark.

I feel sleepy. Good thing its so dark around here.

She yawned. At least, she thought she did. In reality, she continued laying sprawled across the mattress, completely still and vulnerable. Maybe she'd wake up soon. But only time would tell.

In reality, the MMA fighter was only out for a few minutes, though Fubuki was anything but bored. Cuddling up to Masuyo, she gently slapped her cheeks to rouse the fighter. As fun as it was to dominate such a tough gal, the manager was ready to reward her new client.

"wakey wakey gorgeous." she giggled, smiling at the sleeping beauty.