Fight of Might! - Masuyo Ai vs Vritra Savage

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

Masuyo Ai:

The lights in the locker room didn’t stop flickering as she looked up at them. Her eyes didn’t twitch in the slightest, but it was making it a little hard to reflect on things. Maintenance clearly didn't come this morning. Her eyelids just kept laying low, lips pursed as she stared at the ceiling, waiting to be dismissed like a bored schoolgirl.

Joining this federation really was an interesting experience for Masuyo, to say the least. She got to debut against the Entropy champ. She’d met a kindred spirit and potential rival. She’d gotten herself a manager. She’d earned enough money to buy herself a home. She might be in love. And she’d had more sex in the last couple weeks than she had ever had in the past few years. It was hard to react to everything when it was being hurled one after another like this.  For her, at least. Everything she was laying back and reflecting on must sound like Tuesday to a veteran. But she was still a rookie. A very tough rookie, but still a rookie. There was still so much for her to learn and she felt as though she was stumbling her way through everything.

This match, at least, seemed to signal a bit of a return to normalcy and that things were slowing down a bit. She glanced over at her locker, gazing at the slight swinging motion of the long, red piece of fabric. Ah, almost forgot. Good luck. She slowly sat up and leaned over to rub the scarf when the stagehand came by.

“Hello, Miss Ai. You’re all set to go. And, uh, good luck. We’d hate to see you go so soon.”

“Thanks, I’ll- what?”

The boy disappeared just as quickly as he came. She cocked her head slightly and looked at the ground. That didn’t help the confidence much. Vitra Savage. Savage. That didn’t help much either. Didn’t know anything about her, but from the looks people were giving her after the match was announced, it was safe to say that this wasn’t going to be a cakewalk. She’d met quite a diverse group of people in the brief time she was here. Her opponent must be in one of those categories. But in the end, it wouldn't matter. Masuyo would give it all she had, just like always. She gave the scarf one more good rub before leaving, slamming the locker shut.

Time to rock. Her music kicked in as she started to run down the ramp, until she slowed down a bit and looked to the side. People were holding their hands out now. That was new. Her popularity was growing quicker than she realized. She indulged herself and took a moment to bask a bit in her glory. A few quick slaps here. A pat on the head there. Posing with some fans while a friend took the picture. Got a couple selfies in. Let them feel her bicep.

It wasn’t until she noticed the referee tapping her foot, and looking slightly annoyed, that she realized just how distracted she was getting. Tearing herself away from the crowd, she climbed up and leapt over the top rope and into the ring. She would then jump, turn, and throw a few fists in the center of the ring before throwing a fist into the air, soaking in the attention. Masuyo really couldn’t help herself, could she? She didn’t come here for the fame or glory. Not really. But it felt damn good while it was there. In a sense, it helped to spur her on. Not just because she was being acknowledged, but because it was a clear sign that she was getting stronger.

Ready to get underway, Masuyo went to the opposite side of the ring, arms crossed and leaning against the ropes with a proud smile. No matter how strong her opponent may be, she was the demon here, and she was ready to prove it.

Masuyo wouldn't have to wait long, though, as a song was played, followed by the darkening of lighting in the arena. Fog machines started releasing the mist that obscured most of the entrance, before a silhouette of a giant of a woman was seen in the fog. Then, Vritra Savage made her appearance amidst the mist, taking a powerful step into the ramp. The face-painted musclebound woman, clad in a tight-fitting white leotard that showed off her brawny physique, smirked as she made her entrance before she headed over to the ring, showered by boos from the crowd.

It's been a while since the last time Vritra had a match. It seemed that the management had some trouble arranging a match for her due to her weight class, but now they had found a perfect opponent for her, it's about time Virtra stepped into the ring and proved to everyone to not fuck with her.

Vritra Savage:

Once she arrived at the ring, Vritra would take a good look at her opponent, and smirked once again. From what she could see, she believed that this Masuyo woman would be able to offer her a good challenge, and she was looking forward to meet her head on in this match. And then, Vritra climbed into the ring and went to the center of the ring, hands on her hips as she looked at her upcoming opponent in an appraising manner, as if trying to gauge her.

"It looks like you can give me a decent challenge tonight..." Vritra spoke. In contrast to her strapping and heavily-built stature, the giant of a woman had a rather silky, smooth voice. "Are you ready to be demolished?" She asked, beckoning Masuyo to come closer in a challenging manner even though the referee hadn't called for bell to ring just yet.

She was nice and hyped up when Masuyo heard her opponents entrance music rushing in. A mist obscured the ramp as she looked on, awaiting her entrance. She cocked her head to the side, anticipation building inside her. And from the fog came and her silhouette, and mere seconds later...it came. The absolute giantess of a woman. A titan.

Alright, she could admit it. This was new for her. You never saw this kind of thing in the octagon. Even the yakzua she went about messing with never mustered anyone quite this larger than a couple fatties who mistook size for strength. This woman, however. There was no mistake whatsoever. Not one to be made. If it was made, you were already dead.

When she entered the ring, her blood ran cold. She was even taller now that they were on level ground. Then she spoke to her for the first time, clearly sizing Masuyo up. That was expected, but that voice wasn’t. If she closed her eyes, she’d probably be picturing someone completely different. Someone smaller, slimmer, cordial, and less...less everything really.

“I’ve heard that from quite a few people now. You should ask them, as soon as they wake up.”

Of course it was a fib, but Masuyo did her best to sell it hard. Couldn’t show weakness. She’d never actually beaten an opponent around here that badly, though she couldn’t say the same for this woman. Her very presence was making her falter. Christ, she looked like she should be training for the Olympics. Their weight classes were leagues apart. What the hell was management doing?

Oh right, this was wrestling. Professional wrestling. Those sort of things weren’t really taken into account were they. And given how she had been tearing it up as of late, they must have assumed Masuyo of all people was capable of going toe to toe with someone like this. And who knows, maybe she was. She wasn’t even sure herself. In the back of her mind, she momentarily considered calling a quits early on But Vritra was making a challenge to her. And of all the things that Masuyo was beginning to doubt, her stubbornness wasn’t one of them.

Stepping forward towards the center, stopping just above the Friction logo, Masuyo placed her hands on her hips, looking up at almighty beast looming over her. She wasn’t one to be intimidated and that wasn’t going to happen now. Even as she was likely staring death in the face.

“Not really…” Okay, clearly she was a little intimidated. What the hell was that? Her voice was nearly cracking. C'mon, she was the Demon of Shibuya. Fight her face to face. Monster against monster. “Quit acting so tough. You can lift a few weights. So? Is that supposed to scare me? If you’re going to boast like that, make sure you give it everything you have! It’ll make us both look bad if you drop like a sack of bricks after the first pin. I’m not having that, got it?”

Eh, better. From there, Masuyo would wait out her retort and the referee’s instructions.

Now that both of them were standing in front of each other, Vritra looked down in order to see Masuyo's face, and upon hearing her words, the giantess couldn't help but laugh. Her laugh was so melodious and so feminine, which made it all more jarring by her hulking appearance. She had to admit that the woman before her had entertained her a bit, but even she knew that Masuyo would present quite a challenge for her. If not, then the management had no reason to arrange this match in the very first place, unless if they were planning a squash match in Vritra's favor.

Which was fine, by the way. Squashing a weakling was something that she could get behind, after all.

"Heh... brave words from a small woman," Vritra couldn't help but compliment the woman before her. "Brave last words, to be exact. But enough talk," she said, preparing herself for their upcoming clash between each other. From what she could see, Masuyo was some kind of mixed martial-arts practitioner, so Vritra assumed that she had to be someone who was skilled in hurting her opponent. "Let's see what you're made of," she said, assuming a wrestling stance, widening the gap between her muscular legs as she extended out her bulging arms. Her tight, revealing leotard was already straining from the slight movement of her taut muscles. She was battle ready and she would take Masuyo head on.

And then, the referee called for the bell, officiating the start of the match. Vritra would not make the first move, opting to wait for Masuyo to make her move first.

That laugh, as serene as it was, was fairly unnerving. Masuyo wasn’t really moving to intimidate so much as pump herself up. However, this woman was clearly good at reading the situation. She had the height, weight, and strength advantage, and no doubt plenty more experience in the wrestling ring. Not to mention, she didn’t miss the crowd’s reception to her lumbering opponent. There was an unseen reputation to this woman that Masuyo would have to discover for herself. This might not just be tough, but potentially dangerous. There was no time for worries now, however. Just as Virtra finished up, the ref gave the signal.

When the bell sounded, Masuyo hopped away a bit. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, thinking of what was about to happen and how she could react. Clearly, however, Virtra was of more of a mind to see what her opponent brought to the table. She was on the defensive, standing opposite her as their eyes focused on each other.

“Tch. Bring it!”

Now there was the problem of how to approach. She’d never fought someone of this stature before, so any weaknesses weren’t immediately known to her. For now, she’d have to risk slowing the titan down. How to do that? Take the high road.

Raising her leg, she’d fient a kick to her abdomen, then to the chest, before she’d hop up and attempt to nail her opponent square in the face with a bicycle kick. If that worked, she’d land on her back and have an opening available to get behind her and focus her attack down to her lower body.

Clearly she wasn’t going to be able to keep to the same strategy she usually had, but Masuyo was always tempted to get the first strike whenever she could.

Vritra would let Masuyo make the first move, and when she saw her opponent trying to land a kick onto her abdomen, she would move her hands in order to block the incoming kick. But, it was merely a feint as the kick was then directed to her chest, nailing her  at her humongous breasts, causing them to wobble slightly upon impact. "Urgh!!" And the former MMA fighter wasn't even done yet, as she continued her assault with a bicycle kick to the face. "Gah!!"

That kick managed to cause Vritra to take a few steps back, almost losing her balance. Thankfully, she managed to regain her bearing, planting her boots on the mat in order to retain her balance. "Hah..." the giantess brought her hand to her face where she was kicked earlier. It was surprising that the kick was powerful for someone of Masuyo's size. If the smaller woman could up the ante, she might be able to bring Vritra down, and such a thought made the muscular beauty to grin. "You are strong, I can admit that," she nodded, lowering her hand as she looked at her opponent, her painted face made her seem demonic as she smiled.

Then, she prepared herself to attack Masuyo, her muscles rippling with each movement. "But you're not strong enough..." After saying that, she came barreling towards her opponent, her hulking frame rushing forward to her. She was prepared to smash her burly forearm upon Masuyo's chest. It might be a simple move, but with Vritra throwing around her weight, the strike would surely be very devastating upon contact.

There were times where Masuyo began to doubt herself. Whether she could really pull certain moves off, whether her timing was correct, or even if her body was in the condition to do anything at all. Seems this time, her doubts were misplaced. Her kicks were effective, and when she saw the titan wobble, there was a moment of elation. But just for a moment. No surprise to her, her opponent was able to shake it off.

Still, it was good to test the waters a bit. At the very least, she earned her some sort of approval from her. For a second.

“Wanna bet? Come on. I’ll break you in half in a snap-”

The next instant, she saw the giantess charging toward her, sending quakes and trembles beneath her. It was hard to regain her footing as the tremors knocked her left and right. And when she saw those primed muscles heading her way, it was clear there was a world of hurt in store. Masuyo barely had enough time to process the danger and her body seemed to move on its own.

It was a dangerous predicament for sure, and the average person might be in a panic. But not Masuyo. She was a little distressed, but a plan had already formulated in her mind. For all this woman’s strength, she was as slow as could be expected. It would only take a second, but it was a second she might not have. It was a bit of gamble at this speed, but Masuyo would push down and tuck and roll underneath the giant woman, trying to fall underneath her charge. If she could just manage to avoid the direct hit, she would brace herself under her feet before grabbing one and giving it a good yank. Hopefully this would send her tumbling toward the canvas in a heap, her immense weight working against her.

Due to her tremendous weight and strength, Vritra did not require to learn the more advanced maneuvers in her repertoire as the basic ones were already proven to be borderline deadly in her hands. But, in exchange of near-superhuman strength and endurance, her speed and agility had been abysmal at best, atrocious at worst. So, despite her best attempt to remedy this, she had been nothing but a lumbering mass of muscles. She might be fast for someone her size, but every wrestler worth their salt should be able to see her attack coming.

So, her attack missed, even by a tiny margin. Due to her hulking mass, it was hard to change the trajectory of her momentum, and when she tried to do so, she was unable to focus on what her opponent was doing. So, when Masuyo went down and gave her leg a good yank, Vritra ended up losing her stability, and as a result, she fell down onto the mat, back first. The entire ring shook the moment her back hit the canvas. "Guahh!!"

Being laid on the mat, spread eagle, with her muscles still rippling from the impact earlier, Vritra tried to sit up, grunting at the same time. This would give her a moment of vulnerability that her opponent was certainly going to exploit. At the moment, she was an easy target for Masuyo to pick on, which might spell trouble for the face-painted, blonde titaness.

Masuyo made a mental note to head to the nearest temple after this match. She had just narrowly escaped being hit by that runaway train, and with minimal injures at that. She’d been trampled a bit under her stomping feet, but she had braced herself for that. And the giantess was on her back, and the Demon was already on the move to take advantage of her vulnerable state.

Popping up and crouching into a runner’s stance, Masuyo did some quick thinking to ensure she could maximize her damage. These chances were likely going to be few and far between, and she had to make this most of this one.

“Okay, here we go!”

Running towards the titan, she’d unexpectedly jump over her and hop off the middle rope, gaining a little more air before going to land on her chest with a strong elbow drop. Those giant orbs of her would make excellent cushions, but she couldn’t say the same for how the Vritra’s sternum must feel after this move.

She was confident it would work. Her opponent wasn’t particularly fast and was no doubt taken by surprise by that little high-flying act. Well...as close to high-flying as you could get. She was no Valley Doll, but she was strong and it was bound to hurt.

Assuming the hit landed, she’d quickly capitalize on the momentum and get the blonde beast into a chokehold. Wrapping her arm around her neck, she’d jerk upwards and try to pull the woman into a sitting position. With every second she would add more and more pressure, trying to drain the woman of her oxygen and energy as quickly as possible.

Still trying to pick herself up, Vritra groaned. But, before she could put herself in a sitting position, she saw Masuyo charging towards her, unexpectedly running past her before hopping off the middle rope to deliver an elbow drop right into her sternum! "GUOOHH!!" Despite her size, even that attack would leave quite a damage to the giantess.

And Virtra's predicament didn't end right after that as Masuyo proceeded to shift her attention on another part of the brawny beauty by putting her in a chokehold! "Hhrgh... HRRGGH!!" Vritra's eyes widened in disbelief. Despite her having every advantage except in speed for this match-up, she had been dominated early in this match.

With her airway being blocked by the chokehold, Vritra was having difficulty to breathe. Growling, Vritra would try to make Masuyo loosening the hold by attempting to smash her burly arm into the side of her head. The move itself was hardly impressive, but with her tremendous strength, the strike would be devastating if she managed to hit her.