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

Granted, it wasn’t every woman that was like it, but it was never rare to find certain women having such small talk as they tussled, limbs grabbing onto limbs, trying to tie one another. It was something that the Swiss-German got used to and loved, the women that she rolled around with, the air peppered with sultry, teasing words. At first, she would have thought of this to be just a mental tactic used in battle, but it became just as normal as them sitting down and having a lovely chat with one another. Again, not everyone was chatty back in that old federation. For every talkative femme fatale, there was a stoic and less-talkative giant. But there was always fun to be had with them, mostly because all of them were closely knit and had a common thing that they all liked. Saskia has met all kinds of opponents in her ventures, so meeting with someone who would rather be twisting a ligament than reciprocating the conversation didn’t faze her. Able to find a social cue from a mute, she kept at it. Even as she thwarted Akino’s plans of flipping her over. As if she wanted the girl with the eyepatch to grab that arm, just as she wanted to. Falling to her trap. She wasn’t underestimating Akino, she could admit that. But the white-haired European babe wondered if she was getting the same treatment.

Interrupting the judo throw, Saskia showed more skill than she certainly lets on, intercepting well enough to have Akino fall the complete opposite way she intended. Everything went perfectly, especially as she ended up right on Akino’s back. And from one submission expert to another, this was one position that you do not wish to end up in. Evident as Akino squirmed underneath, seeking to shuffle up and out from Saskia as she gets her legs on either side of the girl’s sides. The Swiss-German would giggle lightly once Akino questioned, in her own words, ‘how the hell is she doing this’. She leaned down a bit, her hands shooting for one of the arms of Akino. Only to give a simple answer.

“Because I can.”

Letting her to stew on those words, Saskia, in her own playfully devious mind, sought to bring her wrist right behind her and pinned between her shoulder blades. Something so simple used on her is what Saskia seeks to do to Akino, the European looked to lock in that hammerlock.

Alright...Akino had seen more than enough evidence to believe the nagging voice in her head telling her that she was being played like a harp this entire time. From underestimating the European beaut just because she was dressed more like a Victoria's Secret model then a wrestler, to ensnaring the extended arm that Saskia presented to Akino like savory bait distracting you from the trap hole beneath it. A temptation far too enticing for any irritated submission artist to ignore...and one that the cycloptic maid was cursing herself for falling for after being dragged down into that pit beneath a narcissistic fashionista. Akino struggled to not ask herself what else could go wrong...knowing full well that the night was still young and there were a myriad of ways this could still go embarrassingly south for her.

"...rgh...Ask a...ngh...stupid question..." Akino bitterly grumbled to herself through seething teeth after being flipped over onto her front, now feeling weighed down by the Swiss-German settling her bikinied rump squarely upon the irate maid's lower lumbar. She was unwilling to finish the rest of her self deprecating saying since she had for more pressing matters to worry about, like squirming out from underneath someone who was no doubt salivating at the prospects of having a helpless opponent pinned down with scant few options of escaping. That was until she was given a bitter taste of her own medicine in the form of a hammerlock cranking her own arm deeply between her shoulder blades, Akino collapsing into a slump with a high-pitched yelp and the immediate acknowledgment that this was armbar was applied with far more expertise than her own attempt at it.

"...gotta be fucking kiddin meeee..." Akino's smooth legs stiffened straight with some reflexive stamps of the toe of her boots into the canvas while mashing the side of her scrunching, enraged, blushing face into the canvas. Her previously wriggling movements meant to shuffle her out from underneath Saskia coming to a swift halt once the twisting pressure was applied to her shoulder joint. It felt like she was being pacified by a police-woman reading the maid her rights. Akino starting to feel rightfully embarrassed from being so swiftly grounded and subdued by a ditzy lingerie model with bad fashion sense still managing to out-wrestle her at every turn.

Saskia knew that they would be watching this match right now, briefly thinking of the many things they would be saying right now. She was certain that Akino didn't care about her opponent's background (if she did, then she might have come into this match with a bit more caution) but Saskia had a lot of mentors. Those that taught her all she knew and more, knowing so many ways to make someone tap and succumb to pleasure than she cares to count... though they have their own methods and attitudes to combat. Saskia carried her own unique attitude, one that has caused Akino's irritation to no end. But it made it all the more fun, teasing and playing her like that. She wondered how long it would take for her to realize she was getting played like a fiddle, common traps that the bluenette was falling into with surprising regularity. One thing she would know is that she could guess what they may be saying, something that has been drilled into her so many times...but she prefers to have a bit of fun with this cure, little treat. The night was still young and there is still enough time for the European beut to use her actual stratagem.

The Swiss-German was taking her time, giving a little payback with the hammerlock locked on, but applied in a way that Akino wouldn't try Saskia's defence for it. Her smooth legs pinned on each side of the smaller woman's body, stretching the shoulder joint. While it was effective...it was quite boring. Simple in fact, to give it a better word. But with the way her Eastern opponent was whining and completely at her mercy, she was amused. "Well, you were being quite the curious cat." Adding a twist to the more common saying, wriggling her glute muscles on her lumbar.  "Mmmm...if only I had handcuffs...maybe a cop is more your thing~" She could just be comfortable with this one move...but Saskia wasn't your usual submission wrestler. Far from it. Though she wouldn't show off her true prowess just yet.

Not to say she couldn't give the curious blue cat a taste, something she could savour. Saskia would reach for Akino's other wrist, with the intention of lifting her head a bit and hooking her own arm around her neck. Is she manages to do so, Saskia would yank on that arm, pulling Akino up, with the hammerlock still applied, but with the added effect of a choke and her back being stretch similar to a camel clutch...things would begin to get a bit more painful for this cat.

The simple-minded irony of having her own hammerlock being cranked in, and with far more efficacy than her own, was not lost on Akino. In fact, the frazzled maid has reason to suspect that the Swiss-German purposefully opted for this particular armbar just to rub it in Akino's face and add to the extensive psychological warfare Saskia was levying against her. Akino wouldn't have put it past this smarmy beauty pageant finalist, though that may have just been more of the maid's volatile temper bubbling up and obfuscating her thoughts. Bitterness was simply her go to reaction whenever she felt she was getting one-upped and outclassed in the ring or anywhere else for that matter, and honestly, how could anyone describe this particular situation as anything but that?

Akino kicked a boot into the floor and wriggled slightly but ultimately remained docile beneath the bikini-ed beaut nestling comfortably atop the cycloptic submissionist, who knew better than to over-exert herself when she was effectively locked down like this. When blind struggling could possibly only lead to something in her shoulder tearing or something else equally as...unpleasant. Her one eye was scrunched tight with the side of her face remained mushed against the canvas, feeling irritation a plenty from Saskia jiggling her rump on the maid's lower spine and somehow making references to the two things that Akino has an affinity for...cats, and handcuffs. Which she currently had a pair of on her person, and she really hoped that Saskia would not find before Akino had a chance to use them in her own favor first.

"If I'm a cat, you should know to watch out for my claws...Besides, ngh...what kinda cop doesn't even read the perp her rights?" Akino bitterly retorted in sneering defiance towards the Swiss-German looming above, before having her arm cranked across her neck for what was just the most excruciating discomfort. Her gagging chortles getting stifled by her own bicep as she was tilted backward with her legs stiffened. She could be rather flexible when called upon, but the desperate blue cat was still feeling a might woozy from being choked out with her own freaking arm. A raspy gurgle to her breathing rate as as she flinched and squinted from what just an unbearable situation to be locked into.

Despite her struggling underneath, Saskia had respected the cycloptic submissionist enough that she knew the risks of doing so. When being bent, hyperextended or twisted, resisting carries its own risk, especially moving about. The European has gotten to know many parts of the body and the directions that shouldn't be bent a certain way. Both as the one applying the hold and the one being applied onto. It might surprise Akino the many ways one could get twisted like a pretzel, even more so than the usual fair. One step into her former home of a promotion and the petite bluenette would have her eyes...sorry, eye open to the myriad of ways and find places she didn't even know they could bend like that.

Even if Akino had her reservations, she still humoured the white-haired woman, even when underneath. She had no doubt noticed the confidence in which Saskia applies her holds the speed to, only a glimpse of what she has learned over her travels. Despite her temper tantrums, Saskia carried on with the witty banter between the budding submission specialist, even while torturing her with the hammerlock. Which was pretty much her favourite way to converse. While she doesn't mind the odd conversation at a coffee shop or at a park bench, this was much more interesting, finding to learn much more about her opponent. Most times she has gained a good rapport with another competitor. Others...not so much, but what matters is that Saskia at least has her fun.

"Oh I am always on the lookout for those, pussycat." She replied back, acccompanied with her cranking Akino's own arm across her neck before yanking her up and back. With two arms trapped, a choke applied and a camel clutch like move, Akino would be in a world of hurt. "And you're right...what kind of cop am I? Mhm~" Saskia would lean her head in to kiss Akino on the cheek, then another...and another before giving a lick of her earlobe. The juxtaposition of a loving embrace heavily contrasting the torturous hold. "Buuuttt~...While you do have the right to remain silent, I like our little back and forth, don't you agree?" All of a sudden, Saskia would simply let go of both the wrists of Akino, which in turn would have her fall to the floor. "Besides, I don't have any handcuffs, kitty...but I suppose I can always...improvise..." She gave a wink to the cameras as both thumbs hook the strings of her bikini bottoms as she sways her hips on the petite woman. Those same hands would move to the shoulders of Akino, seeking to roll her over so that she could get her onto her back...and see that lovely face of hers.

Akino didn't know or care about what types of conversations Saskia preferred to have, but they must have been ones where the other person never gets a word in edge wise and allows her to ramble on non-stop about whatever topic just seemed oh so fascinating at the moment...like her favorite scented shampoo, fashionable purse labels, or whatever bullshit these supermodel types ramble on about. Because it's not like Akino was in any position to offer quirky retorts or counter arguments considering that she was currently gagging on her own contorted arm twisted across her neck and constricting her windpipe to only a faint passage of fresh air. Unless Saskia wanted Akino to only answer her in gurgled noises and seething gripes from the spikes of pain twinging from her shoulder socket...

"...ffffgh..." ...which was exactly what Saskia got towards the beginning, a thin trail of saliva creeping down the side of Akino's mouth as her head was tilted back enough to be granted an uncomfortable view of the roof of the stadium. As if the answer for why this this match has gone so South was going to come falling from the sky and land right on her lap. But the only answer the frazzled maid would get is the lush lips of her captor mushed against her cheek, which now had two reasons to be sporting a bright red hue. The luscious lapping of her earlobe sending a shiver down her spine that Saskia could very well have noticed given their close proximity, Akino scrunching her face and recoiling to the side as far as she could given how thoroughly locked down she was. Akino didn't know what to think or feel from all these mixed signals, it all just further muddled her thoughts and made her feel like a powerless plaything in the Swiss-German's clutches...which suddenly relented as the flustered maid limply flopped to the canvas.

Akino's arms were spread out high above her as she gasped for precious air in between her wheezing coughs, splayed out beneath the faux policewoman and relatively motionless except for Saskia swishing her hips...which brought a swaying wiggle to Akino's ample, pantied butt in tandem with Saskia's hipful swinging. Spinning Akino about to lay on her back brought her relatively face to face with her opponent, the maid still gasping through her pursed lips until her sole eye fluttered open with non too happy a grimace to accompany it. "...*gasp*...the hell's your problem...Just letting me go, like that...*gasp*...Yer just toyin with me...I coulda go out of that one without your fucking pity..." Akino growled in between her light panting up at the bikinied submissionist straddling her abdomen.

Truth be told, Saskia loves a good conversation, something which could happen even if the other person seemingly doesn’t want to. Akino doesn’t and yet is ending up humouring the European time and time again while she would come up with topics on the fly. If Akino was going to keep treating her like a supermodel then Saskia could act like one. Then again, you don’t see many supermodels tying another person like a pretzel. However, she wasn’t going to get anything with Akino being choked with her own arm. It perhaps wasn’t something the bluenette expected to happen once she stepped onto the ring with her, the old adage of “looks can be deceiving” certainly was lost on the combat maid. One that the cycloptic submission specialist was learning. And oh, what a painful lesson this is.

Saskia was more than happy to have her way with Akino, so long as she kept control of this painful combination of holds. Teasingly messing with her, sending mixed messages of pleasure and pain, the pleasure part being her sending loving kisses and ear nibbles. She giggled at the thought that Akino was drooling over her already, but she knew well enough it was the half straight-jacket choke that’s doing it. Though the thought was amusing enough for the Swiss-German. She could certainly go on and on with this and Akino was powerless to stop it. But the prospect of ending the night so soon isn’t something the European wanted. Although it certainly would be humiliating, Saskia wouldn’t have her fill. Hence why she let go before Akino would get knocked out. There was so much more to explore and the night was still young. Moving the bluenette on her back, the Swiss-German straddled on her stomach, letting Akino relish on fresh oxygen and take in the view of true European beauty. That is if she wishes to. Most likely not as she threw vitriol right at her, all the while Saskia acting unaffected of the words. More amusement as Akino growled out that she could have gotten out of that hold. She was true with the toying part though.

“Oh I am sure you could get out.” No she wouldn’t. “I mean, you are an expert on submission moves after all.” That she is. “Perhaps…you could tell me how you would have gotten out of that. I’ll give you a prize if you can.” Obviously she wouldn’t have, but it doesn’t hurt in humouring the little cyclops. All the while she spoke, Saskia would begin to spread her knees, lowering her body to the point her bikini-covered breasts would press on Akino’s chest, her face getting very close to hers, an inch apart from their noses, eyes could be hypnotizing on the right opponent. All the while her hands would move, just to grasp on Akino’s in the attempt to bring them over her head and pin them there if she was distracted enough. All of this was pretty simple, but hidden within, Saskia had other intentions why she positioned like this, making sure she’s docked just right as her bare abs would press on Akino. Nothing forceful…at least, not yet.

Truth be told, Akino would have graciously preferred it if the two of them were exchanging limb-contorting submissions rather than casual conversations and quick-witted barbs like this. There was just something invasive and uncomfortable about Saskia insisting on them chatting it up like a pair of ditzy high-school girls hogging the telephone lines, or chatterbox neighbors blathering the day away and keeping their own private rumor mills swirling. Someone as inclusive and, well...downright unsociable as Akino is, would almost prefer being back in that agonizing chokehold rather than continue humoring Saskia's incessant gabbing...almost, anyway. If keeping up all this schmoozing was going to distract the Swiss-German from locking in anymore holds as sheer torture as that last one, well than Akino could placate Saskia for now...even if she was beginning to become more at ease and daresay comfortable chatting it up like this.

Besides...Akino had to safe-face here. The ornery otaku-maid not looking particularly impressive here after getting countered, gut-kicked, dragged down into a pretzeled mess, all before suffering the true indignity of being mercifully released through no means of her own. Just out of abject pity. Underestimating Saskia was an egregious mistake that Akino was continuing to pay for no matter how hard she tried to steer the match back on track. Of course Akino had no earthly way of escaping that last submission without a last minute stroke of miraculous ingenuity, but it was beyond frustrating to be taken to wrestling submission school by a bikinied supermodel currently swishing her butt against the mounted maid's lower spine and garnering a growing fandom with every second. So Akino bluffed and bullshitted as best she could up at the twin-tailed beauty to save face and retain some shred of her wrestling credibility, all while catching her breath and glaring as menacingly as she could through one eye.

"...*wheeze*...well...a prize does sound tempting, but what kind of wrestling submissionist would I be if I just casually blabbed on about my trade wrestling secrets and strategies..." Akino sneered defiantly, or as best she could before Saskia gently descended onto her like a sensuous predator. Her rebellious tone of voice petering off as Saskia brought them face to blushing and wide-eyed face with the fullness of their breasts mushrooming together. The briefly distracted maid noticing her hands being repositioned above her, but still too fixated on the sultry Swiss-German and the muggy warmth of their shared body heat to resist any of that. Akino gnashed her teeth and growled through those pearly whites, still blushing a flustered crimson on her cheeks from feeling Saskia's breath on her lips. Akino not one iota opposed to telling Saskia off...and also to quite literally get off."...kinda violating my personal space aren’t ya?"

Akino didn’t seem to be in any rush to be getting out from this precarious position, especially with a bigger girl than her pinning her like that so Saskia took the time to cosy right up with the grizzly maid. Perhaps her mind had changed and is now more comfortable with the European, especially since Saskia thought to do a little bit of an icebreaker in order to open the cute Japanese button up. True, she could continue twisting and bending Akino right now but this was honestly so much better. The Swiss-German couldn’t imagine Akino preferring to go right back into that torturous hold again…unless if she was some closet masochist. Which she certainly didn’t mind. A little foreplay is good before they’d get right into business. But Akino’s body was just too good for Saskia not to take time and enjoy, her larger frame pressing down right into the maid. Despite not at the same level of skimpiness as Saskia is, she could get a good feel of her, as if measuring herself up for her prey. With Akino’s hands secured and pinned, Saskia could get into some fun.

All the while they conversed, Saskia’s legs spread, stroking and rubbing up against the bare part of Akino’s legs that were not covered by her stockings and her frilly skirt. Her muscled inner thighs scrubbed against the sides of Akino’s, not just used for an arousing effect but also has her crotch rubbing up against Akino’s covered mound of venus. Now controlling her lower body like a full-body pin, the taller woman was secure in her position. And that security meant that she could just relax, whilst tending to her own needs. All the while Akino did her very best to save face after Saskia mercifully released her from what she considered herself to be a taste of things to come. “Well, I am very much interested in seeing the mind of another fellow submissionist. And I have you know that my prizes are very enticing.” Saskia would lean forward to plant a kiss right on the corner of Akino’s lips…close but not close enough to leave her desiring more and melt that defiance dwelling within. “As for what kind...You’ll be the kind to help another submission wrestler. Could be something I missed…” There wasn’t anything she missed with that. “And I can make it much more secure…or much more pleasurable if you’d like~.”

Saskia would suddenly redouble the weight of her large breasts as she squished and forced them into Akino’s. Her own were perking with arousal, potentially forcing them to spread out or squish them beneath, spreading over them as if they would engulf them in lustful affection. Her abs, on the other hand, haven’t tensed much; she was pressing her own belly into the otaku-maid, attempting to pin her stiff and straight against the canvas. Yet the Swiss-German would keep her stomach unflexed, using weight and mass to press inwards, attempting to see how far she could sink into her opponent’s smooth stomach and enjoy it nestling into her own. She would let out a giggle as Akino would mention about personal space. “Oh Akino…dearest Akino…If you’re afraid of people violating your personal space, then you’ve in the wrong profession.” The European would say. “Mmhmmhmm…~ A submissionist like yourself that does not like being close to your opponent~” Just letting the bluenette think about the absolute irony of that statement.

In immediate retrospect, Akino's statement admittedly was a bizarre juxtaposition for a wrestler whose sole objective is to get uncomfortably close to their opponent to further along their limb-contorting subjugation. Akino herself deriving her own sense of perverse pleasure from feeling the precious air being squeezed out of an opponent, the flickering kindling of the life in their eyes being snuffed out as she licks her lips in sadistic elation~...sadly, Akino usually only becomes that unglued when she's the one playing the role of puppeteer. And this was none of that. Just Akino becoming increasingly weak-willed and nebulous minded with random flickerings of thoughts being the best she could muster to keep this seductively torturous conversation going. Concentrating on what to say to Saskia did have some merits besides just getting to know each-other a little better...like providing Akino with something to concentrate on and distract her from all the swirling emotions that came from being grinded down upon by the bikinied submissionist. Her frazzled mind was racing a mile a minute and she was doing whatever she could to slow it down to a brisk pace so she can think of a plan of escape...

...which wasn't going so smoothly. All of this coy conversing being a clever distraction from Saskia snaking her legs around Akino's and making this pinning position burgeoning on inescapable. One or two moments of laborious struggling and thigh flexing thrusts off of the canvas not amounting to much aside from more frictioned contact between their smooth thighs and caressing mounds. Akino eventually slumped back downward in a panting huff once she knew her resistance was only amounting to the grinding of their sweat saturated bodies and kissing contact between their crotches which began to bring a stirring shudder to her lips. To which she tried her best to hide by biting both of her lips. It just wasn't fair that Saskia had to be both alluringly beautiful AND impeccably capable when it came to leg strength. Akino had long since closed her eye and started sucking in heaving breathes when feeling her prone body being entrapped and manipulated by the bewitching Swiss-German with her crimson blush being dialed up a few hues. Saskia's planted kiss on Akino's cheek had her twist her head to the side in a trifling resistance, from what was another ploy in a maddening game of carnal foreplay that the otaku maid started to find less reason in resisting.

"...Well...*pant*...glad to see I'm still such a...*pant*...ceaseless source of...amusement for you..." Akino stammered out with what was becoming a begrudging acceptance that Saskia had her pegged. She couldn't think straight anymore with all of this sultry contact giving her the shivers. A trickle of drool trailing down the side of her panting mouth with her half-lidded eyesight directed solely up at the Swiss-German who pretty much had her on lock-down in embarrassing fashion since the bell rang. Not that there was any choice in where she could look considering their foreheads were flattened together to the point where the maid could taste not just her own sweat on her full lips. A decent portion of her flexing tension beginning to melt away as she began relaxing her muscles into a softened, squishy complacence...aside from her nipples hardening in the same manner that Saskia's were. Breathing soundly and with a lot less animosity in her voice, though Akino did have the energy to say something non-threatening for once. "You're driving me fucking crazy...you do know that, right?"