On The Battlefield - Grace Taylin vs. Manami "Wolf Girl" Kuroda

Standard Match
Rules: No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere. Hentai tactics are encouraged. Bottles of oil and a number of instruments are hidden beneath the ring.
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Stipulations: POW - Loser becomes the winner's property for the night.

Manami Kuroda:

Manami gave her neck a good crack to the left, then to the right as she waited at the gorilla position for her entrance to get underway. She tried to remain as still as possible as the stage crew continued to work. But she was still finding it incredibly difficult. The stipulations for this bout were doing wonders for her excitement. The Wolf Girl had always enjoyed matches with extraordinarily high stakes, and a prisoner of war match was just about as high as one could bargain.

Her opponent for the evening was an unknown. Grace Lewis, a mercenary turned wrestler. There was little to no relevant information that Fumika could dig up on her. This woman must have spent a fair portion of her life under the radar. She didn’t appear particularly noteworthy as an athlete either. Although, it seems she possessed a wealth of military experience. Not the first time she’d gone up against a veteran, but that certainly wouldn’t make things any easier.

But that didn’t mean she had any doubt in her mind that she would succeed. Many challengers had come to attempt to claim her for a night, and none succeeded. There was a battle headed her way, and Manami could tell she would love every second of it. A wide, twisted smirk adorned her face as the lights flashed on and her entrance music came blaring in. Slowly, she’d make her way down the ramp, eyes slightly drifting across the arena to soak in the audience before focusing on the ring. As she neared the edge, she climbed up and between the ropes, making her way across the canvas and towards her corner.

The Wolf took in the atmosphere for a moment. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. People were itching to see a battle unfold before their eyes. Waiting to see who would who’s captive once the dust settled, and the strong stood over the weak. And Manami couldn’t agree more. Her eyes narrowed and focused on the ramp as she draped her arms over the top ropes. Time to see her prey for the evening.

Grace cracked her neck before stretching her arms, finishing the last of her warm up. The pinkette was still what people would consider a rookie here. Her first match had been with her sister. Today was practically the debut of her own solo match against another rookie.
A POW match was a pretty high stakes match, especially for a debut match.

Manami was a new challenger determined to prove herself, well so was Grace. She wasn't going to let herself and her sister down. Losing her debut match was not an option. The pinkette smirked confidently as she walked down the ramp, eyes only focusing on the ring in front of her. She lightly acknowledged the crowd as she entered the ring where her opponent was already waiting in the corner.

Grace locked eyes with her for a moment before looking away and smirking in content. She wasn't understimating her opponent, but nevertheless, the expression she did would probably tick Manami off, giving the impression that she was making fun of her.

And there she was. The lights came shining on and down the ramp walked her opponent. She and a confident look about her. Suppose that was to be expected for a rookie. She was more or less the same way when she started out. But then again, she knew she had the skills to match.

Once her opponent stepped into the ring, the two locked eyes for only a moment before the blue-haired woman turned away, focusing her attention elsewhere. Manami raised an eyebrow, then furrowed them together as she stood up from the corner. She couldn’t help but feel as though she were being mocked. Whenever she stepped into the ring, she commanded a presence. The Wolf Girl wasn’t one to be ignored. This rookie’s arrogance knew no bounds. She’d have to teach her a thing or two about respect once this match was over.

Once the ref called them to the center, Manami would stand across from her opponent and finally able to get a good look at her. She was well toned. Straight-backed and unyielding. The ripples of her tight muscles making themselves apparent from a single glance. A nice body. Sturdy. Practically made to be broken.

“Hm.” She approved. Idly, she ran a finger down the woman’s arm, feeling the contours and tension in her muscles. She let it drag across her skin until it reached the wrist, whereupon she withdrew and locked eyes with the woman. Sharp brown pupils locking onto her steely blue orbs.

“You'll suffice. Put up a decent fight, okay? But don't feel the need to get acquainted with my body. There will be a time for that. When you are servicing every part of it tonight to my heart’s content.”

She was content to simply let her words resonate within the woman. Allow her to understand just what she was getting into. This was hardly even a match to the Wolf Girl. This was sport.

"Hmm...another prideful one." Grace replied. "Seems like your kind is becoming rather common in the AFW lately."

The pinkette replied, showing that she cared little for her words. Grace wasn't the type to be obssessed over winning. If she had fun that was all that mattered.

"Kind of hard not to get acquainted with your body just yet. After all, I'll be smashing your body to pieces when the match is over." She replied as she raised her hands, signalling for a contest of strength. The bell rang then signalling the start of the match.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu as she stood in the ring with her pink-haired opponent. Something was eerily familiar about this face-off, with her foe promising to emerge victorious. To beat the wolf into the ground and stand above her broken body. The arrogance of some fighters simply knew no bounds.

“Hm. You pinkettes are all the same. Practically beaming with confidence. I’ll have to crush it out of you.”

With that, the referee sounded the bell and Manami took a step back. When her opponent raised her arms, inviting her to a test of strength, the Wolf Girl gladly obliged. She wanted to have a nice and tasty sample of the lovely prey laid out before her. Lunging into the lockup, the brown-haired woman would attempt to push her back towards the ropes.

"Uhh..." Grace grunted as Manami pushed against her. Though their strengths were about equal, Manami had a very slight edge over hers. Winning was possible, but Grace decided that it wasn't worth the effort, and took an alternative.

Suddenly, she stopped pushing and allowed Manami to push her back, using the momentum to pull herself onto her back while she kicked on Manami's stomach and launched her into the air for a toss before getting back up on her feet.

Hmph. Typical rookie. All talk with nothing to back it up.

Manami grew a slight smile on her face as her opponent was pushed back towards the ropes with hardly any effort. Seems those muscles were just for show. This was going to be one of the easiest meals she’d ever worked towards. At least, until the pinkette shot her leg out, and sent the she-wolf flying over her.

“Gah!”

The Wolf Girl arched her back before rolling over onto her knees. Slowly, she started to work her way up to her feet. She wasn’t about to let her opponent gain the initiative on her. Not this early on. She planned on having her own fun first.

Grace got back up and swung a fist down at Manami's head just as she was getting back up.
She wanted to make an impression on her, showing Manami that just because she was new like her that didn't mean she could take her lightly. From her expression, Manami believed herself to be superior, yet never understanding her own hypocrisy, after all, she was a rookie as well. If she thought Rookies had nothing to back it up, then she too was an empty threat.

Manami planted one foot on the canvas. She was quickly pushing herself back up when her opponent came in for that punch. A hard strike right on the noggin that sent her back down to one knee. She grunted slightly and looked snapped her head up to face her attacker, just in time to see those defiant eyes in the pinkette. That punch was more than a simple attack. It was a warning. A message. It reminded her of a certain red-eyed blonde bitch that staked a similar claim when they first faced off. Well, that wasn't going to happen here. She wouldn't allow it.

The Wolf Girl merely threw a sharp glare at the pinkette before spitting up at her face and snapping towards her legs. With a strong pull, she’d attempt to take Grace’s leg out from under her and put her in a firm, standing ankle lock. If her opponent wanted to make a statement, then so did Manami. With her prey’s screams.

Grace seemed to have made her point, but before she could do something else, Manami grabbed her by the leg and swept her out, putting her in a standing ankle lock. Grace grunted as Manami tried to apply pressure.

"Seriously women, you have issues." She said to her, knowing that this seemed to go beyond just a desire to win, but rather an obsession. She hadn't even done anything to her in the past, yet Manami seemed to have develop some strong negative feelings for reasons unknown to her.