Saskia Schleswig-Holsten vs. Akino Sanada - The Same Coin

Saskia Schleswig-Holsten vs. Akino Sanada

Saskia liked to think of herself as not a woman of pride. Even though that might not be exactly true.

But she likes to think she doesn't boast too much about her own abilities, especially when it comes to the squared circle. Even with a few matches under her belt, the Swiss-German had become a bit more known to the audience, some believing her to join the other breakout stars in Friction's Hentai Division. Perhaps being one of Seaside Wrestling Federation's latest export might have helped with that, with the European having a bit more appearances than her fellow partners. Though as an export of that federation, which had since been absorbed by AFW, the audience had been expecting something in particular from Saskia since joining this league: her submissions.

That is something Saskia could not deny she didn't hold pride in. A quiet pride perhaps, which had been fed by her mentors within that league who had even taught her almost all that she knew. Where it had all started and had made a name for herself as being the next best thing. Since coming into AFW however, Saskia hadn't really gotten the chance to showcase the kinds of submissions that people expect when it comes to SWF. Painful, Sensual, and most importantly, absolutely convoluted. Well, she may just get her chance tonight, with perhaps one of the more deadly and sadistic of submission specialists in AFW.

Saskia was just excited.

As she stood in one side of the ring, with the crowd having watched her entering in and her techno music playing, Saskia kept mulling over that name. Akino Sanada. Just the kind of girl she needed to showcase her stuff, but also someone she could really have fun with. The few matches she had seen on the archives made her paint the image that the bluenette was such a cute little button. Perhaps it was because of the maid costume that she wore that really endeared her. That or her submissions, it's a toss-up between the two. She had considered coming out like a Bavarian Maid to match. Saskia wouldn't say no to a little dress up every now and then, having done a few in her matches before coming to AFW.

Saskia Schleswig-Holsten:

Though as she stands clad in her usual black bikini and her hands wandered around her own body, there was only one thing she wanted. To feel Akino. The Swiss-German was more curious about how good her skin would feel on her own, the thought of it made her moan and bite her lower lip as her lust, which she "tried" to keep at bay before the action started, was already starting to show. Though that brings another dilemma to the white-haired European. If Akino does come out with her maid costume, she'd have to go through the trouble of stripping it off her body. At that point, Saskia could only hope she comes out wearing something...less in general.

Though she supposes she would only have to wait to find that out.

Career resurgences were a fickle thing, it turns out. Some who don't deserve such opportunities get gifted them repeatedly, while those who have earned the right to be brought back into the spotlight may never get so much as a faint glint of that fleeting luminescence once more.

...Akino liked to think that she was part of the small subsection of performers who earned the right and are henceforth being granted it. There truly was no other direction to go but up for her after re-debuting herself across both brands, but a part of her was grateful for even making it back to the ring considering how far she had fallen before her last hiatus. When she had fallen into the cavernous depths of her own self-loathing depression from not only a failed 24/7 Tension championship match that ended up costing the maid more than she bargained for, but than to follow that up with getting utterly humiliated by another submission prodigy in record time. Most people might have called it a career after such pride demolishing tragedies like that...but if life had taught her anything, it was how to get right back up after being trampled down upon...no matter how, battered, beaten, or broken-hearted you were.

Now, after busting her ass to get back into fighting shape and making somewhat of a splash upon returning, people began to rally behind her comeback story. An uptick in popularity that put her back on t.v. and in profile matches that gave her the chance to show she was not the same woman anymore. And her own career resurgence was now taking her straight into a match where she could flex her submission muscles...and in the process, take such perverse pleasure in hearing her opponent's squeal and beg for mercy. She purred with goosebumps trailing up her arm from the thought, the maid not having the chance to indulge herself like this since returning...she just hoped this Saskia Schleswig-Holsten person had a lovely singing voice~...

Akino Sanada:

A more melodic version and live-action version of Akino's theme began playing alongside the surly maid making her determined stride down the ramp whilst donning her frilly maid outfit with thigh high stockings and skirt that bounced slightly with each step. Once again not acknowledging the nearby audience with small pockets of fans definitely having taken a shine to her. Not that she was loathed those cheering, it's just that she was honed in on the task at hand and her bikini clad opponent inside of the ring. She kept her immediate thoughts to herself for now as she entered the ring with her back to her corner, eyeing the lady across the ring with her one good eye as she pulled down on her gloves...taking a deep breath and breathing out through her pursed lips...

Saskia could imagine most of her mentors and fellow wrestlers back at SWF would be watching this. Mostly in support but also just to see how she performs coming into this match. The Swiss-German's rather perverse thoughts of how to take of Akino's costume took over her mind that she didn't really think much about how much she had to defend. Not her own silent pride but others as unique submission specialists. Though she wasn't really the type to dwell in such thoughts that would throw her off before the match would even start.  No, she remained to wait with the crowd, the Swiss-German would match their growing anticipation.

And there she would come in the bad-tempered, unfriendly manner that she had come to expect at this point. Saskia had seen enough of Akino to know she wasn't the most...amicable of competitors.  Especially if the cold shoulder she gives to fans were to say something. Somewhere in her mind however, Saskia could hope to warm that heart of ice. This was her type of match after all. And the hentai aspect might make things even better. At least she hoped it would go that way...

But as Akino looks to shake off the brand of being just another loser underdog, it was highly unlikely. Nevertheless, Saskia planned to not make this easier for her. And there were a lot of things she has in mind for a fellow submission prodigy.

Saskia walks up to Akino once she stood up inside the ring. A sultry gait as she came up to the surly maid. Unlike most that probably preferred to keep a distance, the Swiss-German seemed to not understand much about personal pace. Her body would come close. Too close. Bodies inches away, dwelling on the distance between the intimate and the... well, not so intimate. "Well aren't you a lovely treat..." Saskia purred, a cat-like smile as she looked into her eyes. "And me without my Bavarian outfit." Pointing out that she is indeed the one that is more underdressed than Akino.

It just never ceases to amaze Akino at just how unnaturally comfortable some women in this league are with wrestling in as scant and threadbare an outfit as humanly possible. Strutting around like their being judged for their fittings in a beauty pageant and not like they're about to throw-down with someone intent on making them writhe in pain. It just boggled her mind as to how these girls essentially have zero inhibitions when it comes to flaunting all that skin in front of millions of people and practically doing their opponent's work for them in terms of stripping them of their clothing. Didn't this Saskia bimbo know that all that does is make it easier for Akino once she gets her hands on her?

*...tch....whatever.* Akino's internal grumblings echoed her external body language as she finished adjusting her gloves and began approaching the middle of the ring. Stepping forward with a determined purpose, fists clenched and a narrow-eyed glower that darkened her face from what would normally be a captivating beauty. First impressions so far were not doing Saskia any favors in Akino's menacing eye, even less so when she started invading the maid's personal space by bringing herself close enough that she could see the warmth in Saskia's red eyes and practically feel the humming purr of her lips. No such cozy feelings being reflected in Akino's eye...well, only if you considered frigid indifference as "cozy."

"Doesn't look like you remembered to wear an outfit, period." Akino snarkily quipped in regards to Saskia's black bikini that hugged her curvaceous body and, given the hooting cheers, already won over a few people in the arena...just not the one in the ring with her. And that would be evident as soon as the bell rang. Akino wasting no time in snatching her right arm and angling it behind Saskia until her wrist was pressed between her shoulder blades in a hammerlock. "And I think you'll find this treat to be more sour than sweet..." Akino whispered from over Saskia's shoulder.

Akino might not understand, but Saskia felt a lot more comfortable with her attire. Perhaps a tick that she got used to within her days at the old federation where, just like AFW, there was a lot of scantily clad, bikini wearing woman as far as the eye could see. Well, the SWF wasn't that big...except for the size of the majority of women there.

"Well if I didn't remember, then I'd be just naked, no?" The Swiss-German replied, her smile never left her at all as she stood face to face with her opponent. Her eyes scanned all over her opponent. She never thought to be one that judges an opponent's attire, but her maid costume made her look like a doll. Which is cute when you think about it. Akino may not agree with the sentiment but c'est la vie. Having one's outfit being stripped is all but common in these types of matches and the European was not shy in terms of flaunting her body, especially to the crowd. She kept that body maintained and fit very well and it shows. But she's not here to defend her attire choices. There was a match to be had.

And Akino wastes no time at all as soon as the bell rang. The maid snatched Saskia's arm and applying a simple hammerlock which drew out a cute gasp to the Swiss-German. Humming softly as she felt the warmth of Akino's breath as she whispers over her shoulder. "And yet things that are sour can still be a treat. " Saskia quipped, even feeling the strain on her shoulder, her smile is anything but shaky. "Well, when life gives you lemons~..." Before she could even finish that quote, Saskia bent her knees a bit before she would drop her upper body forward, before rising up, and 'coincidentally' have her butt lightly grind up her hip. All the while turning her body round to alleviate the pressure from the hammerlock.

Halfway into the turn, her right leg raises up before shooting her foot out to Akino's navel and shoving her away. Counterproductive, considering that she wants to be as close to Akino as possible...but she must pick the right moment to do so. All the while pondering how she could remove the maid costume without ripping it...

Whenever Akino was in one of her "moods", it would be wise not to be within arm's reach of her. Even moreso if you just so happened to be someone who ruffles her feathers within seconds of meeting her. Other Tension wrestlers who were such vexing nuisances had paid dearly for invading her personal space. Usually with having one of their limbs elongated and twisted to an excruciating degree. In that sense, Saskia should consider herself quite lucky that she suffered only a simple hammerlock. This was mainly because Akino didn't see how someone who dresses like a lingerie model for a match could be that much of a threat anyway. And with a tug upward on Saskia's arm, she hoped that this got the message across to the Swiss-German that Akino was not one to be taken lightly.

Akino’s eyebrow twitched in surly annoyance from Saskia sounding like she's going to have a quippy answer for everything the maid says tonight, which was fine with her...just as long as she didn't have an answer for the plethora of submissions Aki was going to execute on this bubble-headed bimbo. She stiffened her posture and made sure the hammerlock was securely locked in as best as it could be...which only made her balk slightly from Saskia taking the situation rather well. In fact, it was almost with pleasure painted across her face from what should have been straining pressure inside her arm. Not too much time was given to ponder this as Akino suddenly found herself hopped onto her tip toes from Saskia leaning forward, bringing her plump rear to wriggle against Akino's lap. A slight blush coming to her scowling face before she was than stiffly gut-checked.

"Hooofgh..." Akino's puffed-out cheeks blurted out the air in her lungs through her pursed lips as she immediately released the hammerlock to cradle her abdomen, backpedaling with a hunched over stance that gave those in the front row a brief but lovely peak up her frilly skirt. Akino wisely retreating until she wound up backing into the ropes behind her, where saw would hack and breath intermittently with one confused maid staring perplexedly back at Saskia through her one good eye.

"....you make Lemonade~"

Amidst all her flirting and somewhat carefree nature, Saskia could only wonder if Akino was taking her as serious as her demeanor shows. Was it that she initially thought that a hentai fighter wouldn't have any other skill that isn't just knowing how to bring untold amounts of pleasure? With the nature of AFW, there were many women that dressed as she does, and yet showed their prowess when they get down to business. There were many examples to choose from in fact, if one looks into the archives of recorded tapings. With that thought, the Swiss-German was amused. Akino was trying hard to make Saskia get the message that she shouldn't be taken so lightly, where in truth, it should be the other way around.

If that simple escape from her nicely applied hammerlock would tell her not to take Saskia lightly, then what will?

The consequence would be the maid paying dearly for it and getting gut checked, sending her back a couple of steps. Saskia twirled like a dancer on one foot, before finally facing Akino, who was busy catching her breath. "Look at you...only a minute in and you're already breathless." Saskia said, a cat-like purr would be heard soon after. "Somebody get the lifeguard in here~"

The Swiss-German never gave chase when Akino retreated, however, her eyes enjoying the sight of Akino's face as she stood there. " Or perhaps one of those red leotards would look better than this, no?" Saskia would place a hand on her hip, the other hand would raise, curling her index finger in a come hither motion. Daring the maid to come to her.

Roundabout now...Akino was beginning to rethink her initial impression of the bikinied beauty who apparently has a fascination with playing dress-up. The Swiss-German sounding like she has a closet that's grander in scope than Akino's entire apartment...but no matter what kinky attire Saskia ended up wearing, Akino still didn't think she'd have been able to predict what just happened. Namely that she'd up having her hammerlock swiftly escaped like it was nothing before having her breadbasket plowed into by the sultry vixen's bare foot. Her arms immediately crossed and shielded her midsection as she took her stumbling steps backward until she found support against the ropes. Scrunching her face from her haggard coughs before looking up at Saskia in a new...still disdainful light.

*...tch...okay...okay fine...she's got some moves...just can't let her get to me...* Akino repeated to herself internally so as to settle herself back done, though still peeved from having been outclassed and shown-up by someone in a thong, for crying out loud. The sensuous finger curling and "lifeguard" crack burning her up, both on her soft cheeks and in terms of her bubbling temperament. No manner of internal repetition of calming advice assuaging her now. "...Grr...well, you've already got me seeing red...but I'm thinking black and blue are more your colors..." Akino grumbled out before taking off in a sprinting dash once more towards the sultry provocateur and clasping onto the hand that was outstretched. By pivoting around to have her back to Saskia, positioning her captured arm over the maid's shoulder, Akino attempted to distribute their weight evenly to hurl her opponent overhead in a judo hip throw...and coincidentally, have her own rump nestle up against Saskia's hips in the process.

In truth, Saskia did had a closet full of costumes for any occasion (who doesn't like playing dress up) but most cases she would always go with her trusty two-piece bikini. For tactics that are beyond "just distracting the other wrestler", she preferred the more skin shown off the better. Akino would soon see what that entails but that will be for later.

She stood like Akino expected Saskia to be. A supermodel. Just teasing the girl with the eye patch further about her inward expectations. Then again, a hammerlock was to the Swiss-German a really basic hold. She wondered if Akino had a better appetizer, a better starter than this. Perhaps now Saskia has her own expectations that might be broken. And it's not based on appearances.

Speaking of which, Akino is looking red right now. Perhaps due to the humiliation but definitely more so in obvious indignation, her pride maybe being hurt there. But Akino had a chance to recuperate and gather herself before she would eventually come straight back in on Saskia. "Well, you at least got one colour that I like right." She mused, seeing Akino grabbing that same arm that has been taunting her. " I've never been sure if blue would work on me... Maybe I'll try one time....~" Immediately Saskia had an idea on what this little one was trying to do. Already there were two instances where she grabbed at her arm. A pattern maybe? No, she should be smarter than that...maybe. Saskia could admire that Akino was going for a hip throw, a way to get her onto the ground straight away so that the real fun can start. She also wants to go down there too. Just not in the way she might intend.

Around the same time Akino would dip her upper body down, and her cute little frilly hip smacked on her hip, Saskia would seek to shift her weight backwards, her free hand would grab at the frilly skirt for leverage so that instead of being thrown forward, she would fall backwards and bring Akino with her, a key would be outstretched leg would be there so she could trip over. The intended end result would be that they both would go to the ground with Saskia eventually rolling on top of Akino, laying on her. A position she seeks more than anything else~.....

Shooting the breeze about random in vogue fashion tips was about as unconventional a topic of conversation Akino has ever had in the middle of a match. The pair of them droning on about color palette's and what best brings out the sparkle in their eyes while attempting to outwrestle the other into a limb-contorted and submissive state. Akino didn't even know why she was humoring this obnoxious chatterbox who was refusing to shut her trap already. The nonchalant, blase manner in which she spoke just made it seem like she thought none of this was worth taking seriously...including the cantankerous, grumpy maid herself. To Akino, being underestimated or outright pitied because of her visual handicap was just as much of an unforgivable offense as daring to take advantage of it. Something she still hasn't forgiven her ex-girlfriend for, and most certainly would not forgive Saskia for if the lingerie model over here wouldn't quit it with this cocky aloofness persona she has going on and started taking Akino dead serious already.

Sprinting forward in a swift bit of footwork, Akino managed to ensnare the goading arm that Saskia willingly presented to her, as if she was practically begging the ill-tempered maid to target that outstretched limb of hers. The fact that it was the same arm wrenched back in the hammerlock only made it that much appealing of a bullseye to hone in on. There was a smaller chance of it being retracted in time, and picking one specific body part to torment the entire match just made more sense in general. But after pivoting in place and positioning herself perfectly to judo flip the supermodel out of her bikini...Akino's eye bugged out from being leveraged the exact opposite way she intended. The maid slurring the first syllables of several profanities when Saskia's leg criss-crossed with her own and the tugging of her frilly skirt ensured her backward tumble. The awkward pratfall culminating with a sudden turnover that had Akino laying flat beneath the slippery supermodel in a bit of dizzied tizzy. Saskia's pendulous breasts mushing against her back...this was a position Akino wanted to escape, pronto. "H...How the hell are you doin this..." Akino grumbled out with a grimace as she started making movements to shuffle upward.