Fight of Might! - Masuyo Ai vs Vritra Savage

Yeah, she didn’t think it would be that easy either.

Masuyo cranked the hold for all she could while she was still on the canvas. It was a little intimidating at first, looking down at that massive body and thinking she could render it lifeless with a simple little move like this. But that was the thing about pretty much every chokehold. They were simple, but very effective. If it meant getting her opponent even an inch closer to unconsciousness, the Demon would do put all she had into making it happen.

But then came the rise, and she knew she was in trouble.

The Demon had to give Vritra this much credit: the woman was fucking strong. Despite having the life being choked out of her, being on her back, and taken some serious punishment just a moment before, she was lifting Masuyo's toned frame as easy as a dumbbell. As many opponents in the past would attest, that was no easy task, even for a musclebound goddess.

Didn’t mean she could take a second to admire it. Hell, she didn’t even feel a sense of surprise she was so devoted to putting this woman down for the count. Her mind started racing again. There weren’t many options available for her. All she could do was send a few, firm elbow strikes into the back of Vritra’s head as she kept the hold locked, hoping to slow her advance. At the very least, she needed to disorient her a bit and by some time. She didn’t keep on that for long, however, knowing the futility of it from the outset.

After making sure the strikes had landed home, she unwrapped her legs from the titan’s neck and plopped back down onto the ring floor. The last thing she wanted was to be spiked into the canvas by this beast again. Even with her hard-earned resilience, Masuyo wasn’t confident she could take too many more hard hits like earlier. Rolling back and popping to her feet, she kept low and watched her opponent closely, trying to think of her next move.

Having the life squeezed out of her made her ascent more difficult than what she had envisioned, but Vritra knew that it was still doable despite her current situation. But, as she tried to get up, Masuyo then delivered powerful elbow strikes right at the back of her head, which made it hard for the muscular beauty to focus on her task. Thankfully, Masuyo, whom Vritra assumed to see the fruitlessness in her effort, finally let go of her hold and released her, thus allowing Vritra to breathe properly without having a pair of toned, powerful legs wrapped around her neck.

"Gah... *pant* h-hah..." Even so, the choke had left quite an impact on the brawny beauty, and despite no longer having herself choked by her opponent, Vritra was having difficulty getting back on her feet. She was already on her knees, but due to the triangle choke earlier, she needed some time to recover before she could get back on her feet.

Thinking that the MMA fighter wouldn't give her time to actually recover, all Vritra could do at the moment was to bring up her bulky arms, hoping to use them to defend herself if she decided to attack her while she was trying to catch her breath. And she also needed to make Masuyo pay for what she had done, and she already had a few things on her mind on how to do it.

Vritra had been coming at her hard these past few moments. She’d managed to toss Masuyo this way and that like her personal chewtoy. One could still make out the indentations from where her toned body had splashed hard against the canvas.

So it made things a lot more reliving when she saw the giantess struggling just as she was not long ago. Okay, not just like she was, but she was at least slowing down. The titan wasn’t invincible. She could be felled. Masuyo was just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now what was the MMA maven going to do? Vritra looked ready for her, but she was also down on one knee. Breathing heavily and clearly vulnerable. Still, she needed something bigger than strikes, and even then, she had to get in range for it. God damn it, was she really getting jitters now? Had those chokeslams and bearhugs doing more damage to her mentally than they had on her actual body? Even her muscles were starting to tremble, the pain weighing her down beyond belief. Maybe all she could was fall over and...

No. Masuyo wasn’t done. She never gave up. She didn’t know how to. This was her only chance to really turn things around. If it slipped away, who was to say when she’d get another one?

Clenching her fists tightly, the Demon would let out a mighty roar, dashing forward towards Ducking under the giantess’ readied arms, she’d bounce off the mid rope behind Vritra, going for a double axe handle onto the dead center of her head. If there was one thing Masuyo knew, it was where to strike to maximize damage. This one should at the very least get the kneeling titan back on the mat where she belonged.

Vritra was aware of her own limits, but being practically giant compared to other wrestlers, she sometimes forgot that she wasn't invulnerable. So, when Masuyo came over to her, she prepared herself for the clash, not worrying too much with what her opponent had in her mind at the moment, but when the MMA fighter ran past her, Vritra was flabbergasted, and due to her sheer size, she was unable to pivot back in order to face the rebounding Masuyo from the ropes.

And she took a double axe handle from Masuyo right onto the dead center of her head, and Vritra's world shook. "URGHH!!" Considering that she was already on her knee, when she took the blow, she was almost brought down onto the mat. To prevent herself from slumping on the canvas, she used her bulky arms to support herself, putting her on all four.

"Guh... d-damn it..." Vritra was seeing stars at the moment, and she tried to shake off her dizziness while she was still on all four. This would present the MMA fighter an opportunity to strike where the giantess was at her weakest.

And stay down.

The MMA maven was less than certain of herself when she charged at her opponent. Ducking the blow took a bit of finesse, but summoning up the power for the strike was an even bigger leap. Even being a little bit off the mark could spell danger for her. The sight of the giantess on all fours sent a wave of relief through her body. She looked dazed and a bit fatigued. If there was an opening for a big strike, it would be now. Masuyo herself was down on one knee, taking a few breaths and getting ready for the follow-up.

The Demon stood up quickly, closing her eyes for but a second to focus on the plan taking shape in her mind. Her head craned towards the stage lights as she turned around before facing the crowd before her.

“Ikuzo!”

She raised a fist into the air as she yelled. The crowd grew louder as the smaller fighter began to turn things around. The momentum was shifting. She needed to keep this going no matter what.

Masuyo took a few deep breaths as she made her way back to the ropes. Climbing onto the top rope, she took only a second to gaze down at the stunned titan before leaping high into the air. Keep her legs tucked behind her, she’d dig her knees hard into the muscular blonde’s exposed back, threatening to expel the air from her lungs before putting all of her weight firmly onto the woman. Grabbing both of her opponent’s arms, she’d force them back into a surfboard stretch!

Still reeling from the strike to her head earlier, Vritra tried to shake her head in her attempt to clear her foggy mind. Her painted face twisted into a borderline-demonic visage, expressing her anger at her opponent who seemed to have the gall to even think that she could overpower her during this match. She was unable to focus on Masuyo at the moment as she tried to recover, which prevented her from realizing that Masuyo was going to deliver more attacks on her.

She did not realize it when Masuyo delivered an aerial attack on her, hitting her right on her exposed back with her knees, causing Vritra to scream out in pain. "HRNGHHOOHH!!" Under normal circumstances, she could withstand the attack, but she was not prepared for the knee strike, and the pain that came from it was enough to make Vritra howl out in agony as she was brought down hard onto the mat.

Now slumped on the mat, Vritra's mind was overwhelmed by the pain on her back, and to make matters worse, the MMA fighter decided to take advantage of her current situation by grabbing her by both her muscular arms and pulling them back, subjecting the white-clad titaness to a painful surfboard stretch. "HRGGAAAHHH!!" Vritra screamed out, throwing her head back as her muscular body was bent and stretched in such a way. Due to the tightness of Vritra's leotard, the white fabrics seemed to be straining when Masuyo put her in the hold.

It hurt.

Even though the audience was cheering for the courageous underdog. Even though she had managed to turn things around for herself. Even though you could just make out the glimmer of hope dancing in her eyes. It was actually hurting quite a bit.

She was still feeling the punishment from earlier. It was almost impossible for the raven-haired woman to keep herself upright. Her body tensed and trembled against the effort. Her muscles were crying out in pain. It was as if her body had no stamina left. All of her energy was leaving her steadily as she cranked the hold harder and harder. She bared her teeth, letting out heavy breaths between them. It all hurt so much she felt like screaming, but she kept it down deep inside. Somehow.

This wasn’t all she had. She could go further. Just a little bit further.

She was still in the sitting position and decided Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she’d pull both of her opponent's arms straight up as far as possible. From there, she’d curl her arms and biceps as she’d lock each of Vritra’s with her own, flexing and pushing them together as far as she could in a sitting double fujiwara armbar!

“Come on!”

The Demon was pushing herself to places she’d never gone before, fighting back with everything she could against the woman’s superior strength. The contours of her muscles bulged. Her eyes growing wide and bloodshot. Any normal person would have dropped the instant they tried this. But Masuyo was a different sort of fighter.

Whatever it took, she was going to come out on top. Even her own body wasn't going to stop her.

Just like Masuyo, Vritra was also straining from the stretch, mustering her strength to endure the painful hold. Bloodshot eyes widened, brow curled into a terrifying scowl, she was like a wounded beast that did not have any intention of staying down. She remained defiant even as her muscular body was subjected to such a torturous hold. She knew that she could survive this, and she also could tell that despite everything, the MMA fighter was already on her last legs, which meant that Vritra could retaliate when the time was right.

But then, her opponent decided to shift the hold from the surfboard stretch into a sitting double fujiwara armbar, and the pain intensified tenfold. "GRKKHH!!" While Vritra was getting used to the pain from the surfboard stretch earlier, this time the pain was more agonizing, and despite her effort to bite back her scream, the strain from the hold was so great that she let out a primal one. "HHRRGGHHHAAAAHH!!!" No matter how strong someone was, there's no way one could resist such a painful hold.

Even so, Vritra refused to tap out and submit, gritting her teeth as she mustered her strength to fight back. "HRGHH!!" Her bulging muscles tensed, whole body shaking as she attempted to endure the hold. Her mind was going numb from the pain, but she soldiered on, resisting Masuyo's effort to get a submission out of her.

At least Vritra didn’t seem to be enjoying this.

Masuyo wasn’t under any illusions that this was going to be easy. One look at the figure beneath her reminded her of the danger she could be in. Slacking even an inch of muscle meant certain death. At the very least, she had to wear down the giant before her body gave out. There was no time doubt herself. No time to even think if what she was doing was the best she could muster. All the she could do was fight with every she had.

In some small way, the titan’s cries kept her going. The audience let out shouts of encouragement as the smaller, headstrong fighter continued to struggle with all her might to keep the blonde giantess down. It convinced her that her efforts weren’t for naught. This mountain wasn’t insurmountable. The Demon poured whatever energy she had left into keeping the hold going. But it wasn’t enough for her. Her actions needed to make If Vritra thought she could take whatever Masuyo dished out, she was in for a very rude awakening.

Okay, then. One more push.

Summoning forth one harsh cry of determination, Manami clasped her hands together, pushing the blonde’s muscular arms together as far as they could behind her. As she deepened the fujiwara She refused to surrender.  

“Give up!”

One was perfectly inclined to think that the she wasn't strong enough to turn things around. That she had to give up sooner or later. But Masuyo was anything but weak, and she intended to prove that right now.

Vritra knew that she could endure this hold. She was the best among the best. A wild, untamed behemoth that could steamroll its way in its path of domination. She continued convincing herself that she could survive this, but Masuyo had been nothing but persistent in her effort to get a submission out of her. If she thought that she could make the Burning Asura submit, she was so dead wrong.

And then her muscular arms were pushed together past their limit by the MMA fighter. "HHRRGAAAARRGHHHH!!!" Her mind was overwhelmed by the pain that she might have gone crazy from agony. It was clear now that Masuyo had no intention of letting her free, and Vritra was in desperate need for a respite. For Vritra, it was unthinkable that this situation could have happened, but it had been done, and the only way for the titaness to be freed from such torture was to tap out and submit. The referee had come to her and asked her whether she wanted to submit or not. "Do you submit, Vritra?"

So, left with no other choice, Vritra would shout her submission. "HRGHH!! Y-YES!!! I-I SUBMIT!!!" Due to her arms being wrenched in such a way, she could not use her hand to tap out, and she could only verbalize her submission, which made her situation more humiliating. And Vritra herself was a mess, with her own white outfit being drenched in her own sweat, making it almost see-through. She was hoping that by her submission, Masuyo would finally let her free so that she could no longer experience such agony.

It was clear now that the great beast such as Vritra had been totally overwhelmed by her smaller, much sleeker opponent, and there's no way she could live this one down.