Manami 'Wolf Girl' Kuroda vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - You Are The Wilderness

Kaede wasn’t going to submit. She knew that was what Manami wanted more than anything, to get her to quit in record time and use her as an example to make some kind of big time statement in the AFW.  Well, fuck that, it wasn’t happening. Kaede Komatsuzaki was nobody’s test dummy. She did not give up, no matter.

...though, god damn, did she really want to right now.

Stubborn to a fault, she beared the pain as best as she could, and thankfully, it paid off - sort of. Manami did, in fact, let go of the hold eventually, giving her the relief she craved. It was terribly temporary, though, because scarcely a second had passed before the Wolf Girl leaped up, came down with her knees and-

”Guagh!” Kaede’s body jackknifed on impact, flopping into the air, before Manami roughly pinned her down. Slaps came immediately afterward, battering her head back and forth that her eyes would’ve teared up if they hadn’t already started doing that a minute ago.

Aching, coughing, wheezing. She was a mess, laying there as Manami inspected her like a piece of meat in the market. All she could do was open her mouth and speak back in protest, but that was robbed from her before she had the chance - a rough, powerful hand grasped her throat and started squeezing.

Panic set in immediately, and Kaede reflexively reached up to grab Manami’s wrist. Her grip was implacable - she couldn’t shake it, couldn’t budge it, and at first all she did was look up at her foe with pleading eyes. That gaze quickly turned to hatred though, as she remembered who they both were. Manami wanted her to beg, wanted her to give, and she wasn’t about to give her the pleasure. Not this bitch.

In defiance, she spat up at the Wolf Girl’s face. It didn’t get halfway towards it target before it landed on her arm, instead, but the message was still clear.

Finally, there it was. That gleam of terror. The ever so pleading look in her eyes that laster for but an instant as she desperately tried to pull the arm away from her throat. That look was oh so intoxicating. She pressed harder. Maybe she could see it just one more time before-

Then Kaede shot a wad of spit at her face. She quickly reared her head back, even though it missed its target. The saliva instead plastered over her arm. Still, the defiance was clear. Manami would look at her arm for a moment, then back to the pink punk struggling in her grasp. She felt something bubbling up inside of her. It was warm, strong and distinct. She felt so...excited. A wide, wicked smile overtook her face as it drew closer and closer to Kaede. Her eyes shot wide open, the hunger behind them was clear. This person below her was prey. Ever so enticing prey. She kept taking in that look. That unbreakable, defiant face. Manami's heart was beating faster and faster inside her ribcage. It might just explode. If only the pinkette was so lucky.

“Good.” There was and long drag to her voice, sending a waft of warm air against the girl’s distressed face.

Bringing her arm away from her throat, Manami would slam her forearm into her face, both inflicting pain and removing the saliva in one smack. Having managed to daze the pink-headed brawler, she would then scramble off her before wrapping her abdomen in a body scissors.

She wouldn’t stop there though. If her legs hooked, she would lean forward and catch Kaede’s arm, putting her in a wrist lock. With each passing second, she’d increase the torque. Her arms were frail. She’d seen bigger ones on a bird. It reminded her of her times back in the underground.

Just pop it up, give it a good yank to the side, then keep twisting and twisting and eventually you’ll hear the pop. Wouldn’t break anything. Might give a good fracture, but depends if her opponent would let it get to that point.

Yeah, the smile was a really bad sign.

Kaede wasn’t sure what she was going for when she spat at Manami, the crazy woman who currently bending her into a vague pretzel shape. Maybe she was trying to tick her off into doing something dumb, or maybe she was trying to wound her pride. Maybe she wasn’t thinking that far, and she did it because she was mad and wanted to hurt Manami in some way. However small.

Whatever the reason, she could safely say that she wasn’t expecting a smile to be the reaction she got. Definitely not a crooked, evil one like that. That was a serial killer’s smile, and she knew what it meant: more pain.

Sure enough, a blow to the face left Kaede dazed, and when she came back to reality, Manami had her legs wrapped around her waist and was bearing down with the bodyscissors, crushing her already-aching ribs. It was a fiery seething pain, one that made her feel like her body was burning from the inside out, and it would’ve been more than enough for most women. But not this one. Not even close.

”Hey, wait, stop-” She felt Manami grab her wrist, couldn’t stop it, and then the pain came there as well. Manami viciously twisted her wrist, putting more and more pressure on it, forcing Kaede to grit her teeth in order to endure. It was a vain effort to survive, but it was all she could do until.

Pop. Her wrist made a noise she knew it should’ve have been making.

The pain was so much worse now, and Kaede went int a mad frenzy, desperate to be free. With her free hand, she began to wildly slam her fist again Manami’s leg, hitting it over and over and over in the same spot, trying to hurt her enough to just make her let go. Even if it was only a moment of peace, she’d gladly take it.

“Haaaaahhh.”

Manami let out a cry of ecstasy. Hearing the pop - no, feeling it - between her palms, and feeling Kaede thrash about beneath her was the most enrapturing sensation of the match so far. She felt a warmth growing between her legs as she let the woman twist and turn underneath her. Her smile grew wider and wider, pushing hard against her cheekbones as she kept listening to her opponent’s despair. The audience seemed to slightly disapprove, but she was too lost in her pleasure to care that much.

But then came the fists. It was always the desperate and wild punching and kicking that had to interrupt everything. Her stubbornness was just getting really goddamn annoying now. In an instant, her wicked smile flipped back into a frustrated scowl. Slamming the woman’s damaged hand into the canvas, she’d lean forward and grab its rebellious twin. Wrapping her fingers around one of her foe’s digits, she’d pull it steadily pull it back, waiting to hear the crack as she snapped her gaze back to her helpless opponent.

“Fucking stop.” Her tone was serious and harsh. Enough was enough.

This first finger was going away. That was a given. She had to learn her lesson, the only way Manami was sure that she could. The rest of them would depend on the pinkette. If she valued these frail little pieces, Kaede was going to have to get smart, and fast.

“Whenever you want me to stop. Scream. Scream your lungs out until they bleed. Don’t even think of tapping. It’ll only be worse for you. I’ll powderize your limb in the blink of a fucking eye.”

She flashed the ref a nasty scowl. The woman pretended not to notice, flashing a quick glance to the side before conducting the match once again. Manami turned her attention back to Kaede. Ah, looks like the first finger was just about down for the count. A nice, strong jerk and she could move on to the next. Just needed a couple seconds and...

It was weird, but even through the pain and over her own cries, she could still make out the strange sound Manami was making.  It was animalistic, but familiar all the same, not unlike the kind of noise anyone familiar with hentai matches would’ve been used to. There was no question about it - Manami was getting off to this. Feeding off the pain in some crazy, sexual way that Kaede had never encountered before. If she hadn’t been sure, she was now. This woman was crazy.

When the howling stopped, there was a flash where Kaede though her struggles had worked, that Manami might be backing off. Really, she should’ve known better - this was not the sort of woman that stopped so easily. Instead, she just switched target, grabbing the pinkette’s ring finger and locking onto it for her new toy. ”What are you-”

She got the answer to her unfinished question a second later, as Manami gave her finger a yank, putting in the same force she’d used to pop her wrist. There was no relent, no let up, just pulling and pulling and pain and pain.

Kaede screamed. She would’ve even without Manami’s threat, but that only helped her along, as she gave the wicked woman what she wanted. It was a loud, long wail, one that went out until she was hoarse, one that hurt her throat, and she thought it was the best she could get out of her lungs…

That was, until she felt her finger pop, and she learned she could get even louder.

Kaede was stubborn. She was a prideful, willful woman, and she’d taken some of the worst that the AFW had to offer and kept on going, despite what it meant for her personal well being. But Manami, this ‘Wolf Girl’ - she was on a different level. She hated to do it, but her body took over for her, overriding anything her mind wanted out of pure self preservation.

Kaede tapped out. She tapped out hard and quick and fast. ”Fuck,fuck, Jesus fuck let go!”

For a while, she was wondering what she was going to do. Try to break away? Fight back some more? Throw more insults? No. Seems like she was finally getting the jist of things. Or Manami thought. The next moment, she was tapping, begging to be let go. A wide frown overtook her face. It was absolutely pathetic. She was getting absolutely sick of these antics.

“Tch. I don’t like being ignored, Kaede. Say goodbye to that-”

“Manami!” She shot her head back with the same scowl. The referee had grown some balls. “T-that’s a submission! Get off her. That’s your only warning!”

Her frown grew even wider. This was the least satisfying domination she’d ever been in. It was alright, but it was still over too quick. This organization was full of softies. Or rather, this match was designed for softies. And she was up against a softie. Everything about this situation was designed for a bewildered newcomer, and Manami was anything but. It seemed like everyone but her realized that. And so, ever reluctantly, she surrender Kaede’s hand back to her, along with the rest of her body, kicking the punk away.

Slowly, Manami rose to her feet, briefly looking away from her downed opponent and out towards the crowd. A wave of applause came her way as the ref lifted her arm into the air. It wasn't particularly strong, however. Clearly there were some soft stomachs out there that weren’t pleased with the display. She could empathize. The Wolf Girl wasn’t pleased with it either. It was over far too quickly and She felt cheated. Her meal taken from her.

She looked back at Kaede, taking in her pained form. The girl was two steps from hell and didn’t even know it, getting out by the skin of her teeth. Her cries and moans were beckoning the wolf towards her. It was hard to hold herself back. There was an untapped reservoir in there still waiting to burst. There was no way she was going to let things stand this way. Not in the slightest. She crawled over to the woman, leaning her face down inches away from the pinkette’s. Her eyes narrowed and flashed with temptation, burning holes into her former opponent.

“We’re not done. Not even close. Here. Let’s go kiss and make up.”

Grabbing the pink punk by her leg, she’d drag the incapacitated woman out of the ring, overpowering whatever resistance she put up. Letting her fall without a care off the apron and onto the floor. With a jerk, she’d keep pulling her all the way up the ramp and towards the exit. She looked around, seeing the bewildered faces around her and the mixed applause and boos of the crowd. Clearly they were happy that Kaede had been taught a lesson, but it seemed to them that a lesser evil had been substituted by an greater danger.

Manami couldn’t help but capitalize on the momentum swaying without direction in the air. Without stopping, she’d turn back and let out a wild howl into the empty air, letting it bounce and reverberate throughout the arena. At first, there was silence. Then, a sea of flashing cameras and aimless rabble came in its wake. She’d hear her entrance music chime in once again. A wicked smirk grew on her face as she disappeared behind the curtains. This had gone well enough, she supposed.

Now, they needed some alone time. Manami’s narrow eyes looked up and down the halls. Where the fuck were those private rings?