The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

Match Type: No Holds Barred, Oil Wrestling
Victory Conditions: First to three falls: Pinfall or submission.

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Eriko Sakai:

It seemed news traveled in AFW. Eriko had been a part of the roster for some time now, but never really made it to television. Still, having faced down with some of the talent it had to offer behind the scenes had somehow made it up the ladder. She couldn't really be certain if the leak had come from the so called prince of tension or her bout with Kimmy, but her employers within the wrestling organization had taken interest in her other place of work.

The Pit was almost a sacred place of debauchery. They didn't throw out flyers, they didn't advertise. You found out about it from someone who knew someone else who heard a rumour. The fact they had managed to strike up a deal to host a special exhibition match for AFW within it was an unusual affair. Eriko assumed there must have been a rather large sum of money involved and possibly some prime advertisement space carved away for Omah Yōkai, the hostess club she worked for in which The Pit resided underneath, like a dirty little secret.

While the crowd seemed to mostly be made of regulars, it was easy to spot the fresh faces of production staff also tucked away within. They had come earlier in the night to rig up cameras around the central oil pit which was sunk a complete level below the viewing area above. To avoid any sort of legal nightmares this was all set up with angles to keep the patrons of The Pit hidden from view and to yield some very interesting bird's eye view shots.

It was an interesting mix of both worlds for her, but decidedly not a bad one. The redhead was most at home here in The Pit, in fact she was the standing champion among the girls in the back and readily had a near countless row of vanquished foes she had defeated during audience participation nights. If she was to make a big debut, this would definitely have been the place.

She had asked to keep the details sparse on who they intended for her to face. She knew it was going to be a cross promotion with AFW as a whole, which opened the doors to just about anyone. Friction, of which she was a part of, Tension, their sister brand that allow e men to compete, or even Momentum, the red headed stepchild boxing organization that shared ownership. She had wanted to be surprised, keeping excitement high for her more than anyone else. She performed better like that, likely because it was how things usually went here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight! The Bride of Flame has carved a path of fire through all the other women The Pit had to offer leaving no one else left to challenge her, so much so her legend has spread far beyond our humble home! Tonight, we are set upon by an invader, here from the far off land of Tension sent here to snuff out our beloved champion's reign! No matter who falls tonight, we, these esteemed witnesses to this glorious battle, will in fact be the true victors!"

Eriko snickered softly to herself. The announcer for The Pit was certainly a character. the redhead lingered in a small recessed hall that lead into one side of the oil pits behind a sliding black screen. She waited patiently for her to be announced though, familiar with the proceedings. She was after all, the defending champion even if there was no real belt involved. It was befitting for her to be announced last.

From her dressing room, Devine could hear the crowd buzzing around outside, talking and cheering and mingling. It all brought back memories, taking her back to her time as a stripper - or, exotic dancer, for the people who wanted to use the fancier term. Personally, she’d never like to take it too seriously. Dancing was fun. The pole, the attention, the gazes, the lights, the music, the atmosphere, it all combined into tghis wild, unique experience that she’d gone too long without. As much as she loved the Valkryies, it was nice to get back to her roots.

Granted, this wasn’t a strip club, so she wouldn’t be dancing. But there were some similarities to her old occupation and she’d done oil wrestling matches before, so when management went looking for someone to take part in this super-special cross promotion, she was the first name they called. And she happily agreed.

”An oil-wrestling champion? That’s a real thing?”

Those incredulous words came from her fellow Valkyrie, Stone, who’d been sitting in a chair on the far side of the room as Devine got ready. She’d agreed to come along for support - though Devine suspected she just wanted to see her get wet and sweaty in some oil, and was just too proud to admit it. Makoto declined in her usual expletive-filled way, saying something about how she wouldn’t be caught dead in a hostess club. Devine couldn’t imagine why, they seemed like fun, neat little places, catering to a clientele she’d never experienced in the Americas.

She huffed at that, looking over her shoulder as she rummaged through her gym bag. She stood in front of the mirror nude, making a few last minute decisions for her look. First impressions were crucial with this sort of thing. ”Don’t sound so surprised. Wrestling in oil isn’t easy.” She wagged a finger Stone’s way. ”It’s not just rolling around in the stuff, there’s a technique to it. Skill.”

”Really?” Stone’s eyebrow quirked, her inflection filled with doubt. ”Explain it to me.”

Devine just shook her head, letting ouf a listful sigh. It was kind of ironic, really - any other type of match, and Stone would be chiding her for not taking it serious enough. But here she was, going up a woman that was held in some high regard, who apparently had a winning streak to her name, and it was a joke because oil was involved. ”I’ll show you.” Devine spun about on her bare heel, a garment in each hand. ”Now, help me choose - red or black?”

Stone choose the black, and that was what Devine was wearing as the announcer called her name and she came strutting through the curtains, her music playing loud.

”And now our challenger for the evening! Hailing from the darkest, deepest, steaming jungles of Brazil - this dark beauty, the Latin firecracker, bow down to the most holy, Devine!”

Spoiler:

It took no small amount of effort for Devine to not burst out laughing at that. Brazil did have jungles, yes, but she’d never set foot in one. No, the stage was her natural environment, and she shows that as she strutted towards the pit, taking long strides, hair and hips swinging about. Her top, a bandeau bra tied at the back, clung tight to her breasts, and the thing was a perfect fit for her hips, accentuating every curve, blending in with her skin. Stone choose well.

She threw a quick wink to her compatriot, who’d found a seat near the front and some wine to drink, as she made her way into the pit, stepping in. She kicked up some oil onto a group of guys near the front, salary men looking for a fun night, and dropped down to her knees as they laughed it up. Back arched, hips swinging to her music, poised and ready to pounce.

She couldn't help but be intrigued by the announcers introduction for her opponent. The name Divine didn't ring any bells of talent she had seen… but she didn't exactly watch the product she had been a part of. Brazil, to her knowledge did have a few rainforests. That constituted a jungle, right? Was this some sort of a wild woman?

She pressed her palm to the screen, itching to pull it back and take a peak. It took all her effort to restrain herself, even knowing she was moments away from seeing her. Perhaps when this was all over she could sit down and chat with them about their home country, she had always wanted to visit. Eriko slowly backed herself away from the screen, leaning forward in a ready stance for what was coming next...

"...Perhaps this feisty invader will be the one to bring our champion down and grind her into submission? It will be no easy task, many have tried, many have failed, and from the ashes of her foes she rises like the phoenix. Born from the bubbling pits you see before you, our very own… BRIDE OF FLAME!"

Eriko kicked off the ground, charging forward down the hall. As she neared the screen she twirled, catching the handle with her fingertips to rip it open. As her toes touched the lip of the entry into the pit, she launched herself up and out of the doorward, flipping through the air to land into the pit. She landed hard, using the forward momentum to slide along the pit as if surfing, zooming across the mid way point directly towards the other woman.

She straightened up just before the two women were set to collide, stomping down a foot and pivoting hard to bring her to an abrupt stop before Devine. She stood tall, though her opponent had a couple of inches over her you could hardly tell just by the way carried herself in this sudden stare down. The crowd was on fire, eating up this acrobatic display and pre match confrontation.

Eriko tilted her chin up, discreetly giving Devine a once over. She wasn't exactly what the redhead was expecting, that was sure, but AFW certainly picked a gorgeous girl to put in the Pit with her. She was a bit jealous of her dark complexion if she was being honest with herself. She found herself almost puffing up a bit more, putting her already oil slicked body on better display.

"Sure hope you came ready to play." The redhead pursed her lips, giving the empty space between them a light kiss. "I'm hoping for a challenge, it's been awhile." Unless Devine made a move to actually interact with her physically, she would start to slide backwards along the slippery Pit surface, almost moonwalking.

‘Bride of Flame’.

Stone didn’t want to laugh too hard at Devine taking this all so seriously, but she couldn’t help but have a burst of laughter when the announcer threw that name out, getting a quick glare from the rather cute waitress who was serving her drinks. She shrugged her way, a silent apology, but she couldn’t help it - the silliness of it all was taking her away. This Bride was probably just a hot hostess. Maybe the hottest this place had and the best in an oil wrestling match, but not a real athlete.

She was wrong. And she learned how wrong she was rather quickly, too.

Both she and Devine’s eyes widened when red headed blue came bursting out through the screen, flying through the air with the greatest of ease and coming into the pit with a sliding landing. Devine rose to her feet on pure reflex, thinking the two of them might crash, but it turned out there was no need for her concern - she stopped short of a collision, just by a couple of inches. A foot at most. Perfect, practiced poise. She’d done this before. She’d done this a lot.

Stone was considering a closer seat.

Devine, on the other hand, loved the view she currently had.

Hands on cocked hips, she flipped her hair back, clearing her eyes as she got a better look at the flaming champion. She could see why that name was put on her right away - her hair caught the eyes, flaming red, a striking color that shined bright with the oil running through. It was a small task to tear her attention away from it, but Devine managed, and she was rewarded by having a chance to see a striking body up close.

Those breasts, straining to come out of her top, longing to be touched.

Those hips, perfectly curved, some of the best she’d seen outside of her own country.

And those legs, those legs...

Devine bit her lip, containing the excitement as best she could, only looking up when the Bride spoke.  A taunt, naturally, and not the least bit surprising. Intimidation was a bit part of this experience, trying to get into her head before the bell rang. Devine could play that game, too.

The Bride started to slide away, but Devine took a sly step forward and caught her, closing the gap between them. At first it might have seemed like an offensive gesture, and it was, of a sort - but instead of throwing a blow, she leaned forward and brought their lips together, not content with the empty kiss the Bride had thrown her way. A brief contact, but Devine knew how to make even the quickest peck memorable - a grazing of the lips, hot breath blown into the mouth, a tongue that slid over her mouth as she pulled away. Their breasts had the slightest touch, just enough for flesh to meet flesh and gives hints on what was to come. The champion wasn’t the only quick one, here.

”Game on.”

Devine made sure her accent lathered those two words, then slid back as the crowd showed their appreciation, getting whipped up into a frenzy as the heat built. A small group, not even a twentieth of what would be in a typical AFW match, but they had enough energy to make up for the difference. She’d have to prove worthy of it.

Eager to start, Devine lowered back to all fours, eyes narrowed, muscles tensed, a panther on the prowl. The crowd was expecting a wild woman, and she’d hate to leave them disappointed.

While Eriko hadn't expected the kiss, she knew some form of contact was likely inevitable. It was generally a cheeky grope or a clap on her backside. There were all manner of very hands on people during the audience participation days. Devine was quicker than any of them, more comfortable with making sudden moves in the oil and it caught her off guard.

She instinctively pulled her head back a bit, not enough to separate the two of them. A light red hue rolled over her cheeks, eyelids fluttering lightly as Devine presented her for what she was in for with this match. A small heated sigh of enjoyment slipped from her as she remained in place, willed to wait for the other woman to finish. When they parted she was left visibly shaken by the experience however brief, that tone Devine took only served to further accentuate the point.

A shiver ran down her spine as she was left staring into Devine's eyes for a moment before the natural sparkle of her own returned. They narrowed slightly as her tongue rolled over her own lips, either wiping them clean or getting a taste of Devine again. The redhead smirked, thrusting out her ample chest to give the Brazilian woman a small shove in retaliation for her trespass. Devine had already won over the interest of many of the spectators in the bold move, the crowd was eating up this entire exchange.

"This will be fun..." The hostess admitted out loud with a happy sigh. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting when the event was set up, but if that kiss had been a taste of what to come she was ready for more. Her eyes hadn't left Devine, ready if she tried anything further when she separated. "First one's free, you'll have to earn any more of them."

Once she had moved far enough away, Eriko crouched down into the oil and eased herself down to her hands and knees. She took a moment during the wait for the bell to take a few cupped hands full of oil from the pooled surplus around her to coat her shoulders and rub it in over her chest. It was more for show, she wanted to make sure her too was too slicked to be used to grapple her.

Ding!

The crowd roared to life, already shouting down at the two competitors what was the best course of action to win and what they wanted to see the women do to or with one another. Eriko glided through the oil, swaying from side to side tl create a good rhythm to skate through the slippery flooring. Before long she would have reached Devine, arms thrown up in an attempt to lock up with the Brazilian and test her balance and strength.

The bell hadn’t rang , but the match had already started, and anyone with two functioning eyeballs could see that. It began the moment the Bride set foot in the ring, the exact second they saw each other, and now, with this kiss? Devine struck the first blow, as far as she thought. They parted lips, and she took that heated instant to gauge her foe’s reaction, taking in all there was to see.

A little flustered? Interesting, especially considering her reputation and the sultry outfit she wore. Surprised? Oh, she hadn’t expected the kiss, but she didn’t resist too much. This one liked what Devine was selling. She didn’t miss the shiver, the shaking, and she couldn’t have missed those thrusting breasts if she’d tried. It was too soon to be drawing hard conclusions on the Bride, but she had a few good ideas on where she needed to be going already. The Bride was right, this would be fun, though her second prediction needed a correction.

”Earn them?” Her brows furrowed with faked surprise, only for a sighing laugh to follow, fading as she traced a lazy finger through the oil. ”Oh, baby bird, before we’re through? You will be begging me for another kiss.”

Some of the patrons nearby whistled at that, chuckling amongst themselves. She couldn’t tell if they spoke English, but it likely didn’t matter. Her tone, her movements, and her hungry gaze broke language barriers, communicating as she proceeded to other herself in oil. Breasts, legs, neck and everything in between, making sure didn’t have a dry inch - and to give the Bride a little show. Anything to keep those fires burning.

The bell rang, the crowd’s roar drowned out its echo, and Devine burst into action, though none of it was directed towards the Bride. She juked to the side, staying on her heels and palms, showing a leopard’s grace. It was an animated, animalistic way of moving, but not random. Her dancing skills showed as every muscle moved in tandem, keeping her steady on the slick surface.

She looked ready to pounce, when the Bride’s hands came up, challenging her to lock fingers. A devilish glint flashed over face, but her body didn’t share in her gaze’s confidence. She moved in closer and closer, fingers wriggling, arms flexing, inches away from contact…

… but instead of locking up, she slapped the Bride’s hands away, jerked forward and gave her a good shove on the chest, making sure to get a handful of each bountiful, beautiful, bouncing breast. She didn’t know if it would be enough to knock the Bride off balance or if she’d even budge, and she didn’t much care, truth told - she had no intention of following up, no matter what happened. Instead, she slid back to a safe distance and raise her hands again, back to the same position she’d had a moment ago. Daring the Bride to come her way and try it again, from the other side.

The only real difference? Devine was smiling a little wider now.

Baby bird? The redhead couldn't help but give a faint snicker at that. This one was confident, though there was a fine line between that and arrogance. She would let that slide for now, preferring to remain enamoured with the foreign vixen for everything else she had going for her… though she could see herself pinning for a few .more kisses like those… but Eriko wouldn't really beg for them, would she?

The Bride of Flame shifted through the oiled pit as it she was born within it, traversing the space between them quickly. Any change was met with correction, assuring she was never being circled. Her hands reached out, intent to grapple the Brazilian beauty onto to have them sharply smacked aside.

She gave a small hiss as the rejection of the tie up but before she could make another move palms hit her hard in the chest. Devine's hands clapped wetly against her breasts, but slipped up and away without too much give. They had halted her in place with little more than a jiggle of her bosom to show anything had even happened.

The redhead took a playful swipe as Devine retreated, trying to grasp for one of her wrists as she backed away but to no avail. Was this her game? Make her chase? She was fine with that… actually really enjoyed that. It wasn't often enough someone didn't just throw themselves at her.

Eriko didn't follow just yet though, letting Devine know that she didn't work on the other woman's time. She ran her hand through the oil, scooping up a healthy palm full before slathering it back over her breasts where the other woman have pushed her. Eriko gave a flex with her free arm, showing off she had some rather impressive muscle as she slicked that with what remained.

"Don't be shy, I'm only going to throw you around like a ragdoll~" The redhead gave a small wink, flicking a few droplets of oil from her fingertips in the general direction of Devine. She remained upright on her knees, slowly starting to inch in, trying to cut off potential escape route while working to back her opponent into a wall. She raised her armed again, fingers wiggling in anticipation while she closed in, willing to accept a grapple if the other woman tried to stand her ground.

”Oh, thr Jungle Queen strikes first!” The announcer whistled. ”She might regret that…

As much as she wanted - needed - to show confidence on the outside, Devine would be lying if she said she didn’t harbor some inward doubts. That little opening salvo was for play, but not just for that. The ‘Jungle Queen’ wanted to get some intel.

What she learned was a tad troubling.

It wasn’t as if the Bride was keeping her muscles a secret, but pushing against her showed just how good she was at putting it all together. She scarcely budged, hardly giving an inch. Strong and sure, this one, and smart, too - so many would’ve taken the bait and chased after her right away, either out of lust or to even the score. The Bride held back. Took her time. Gave Devine a show that she greatly appreciated, looking on as the lost oil was replaced on her heat.

Devine passed the time, brief as it was, by clapping in a steady beat, and it only took three claps before the audience joined in with the rhythm. Feet drummed on the floor, an ancient war drum willing them both forward, and Devine had no choice but to move in as the Bride came her way, serious this time. As serious as she could be.

”Is that all you want to do to me?” She lowered her voice, her tone scandalous, her eyelids fluttering. ”Really?”

Devine let that question linger as she locked fingers with the Bride and began pouring her strength into the hold, matching muscle with the flaming beauty. Suicide in a normal match - the Bride was no powerhouse, but she was clearly no stranger to the gym, and frequented it more often than Devine. This would only end in tears and broken fingers in a wrestling ring.

But oil had a way of turning things around, making advantages into disadvantages, and she was sure they both knew that. So she would hold her ground as best she could, looking for her moments, waiting for chances. Their breasts met and began to mingle, their legs slapped against each other, and Devine’s forehead looked to press against the Bride’s, wanting to see those bright, blue eyes up close.

She liked Devine. The woman if nothing else was a good showman. She cared about involving the crowd, giving them a good time. That was a performing trait she found many seemed to lack. While it was true they were in competition, the people watching were paying good money to watch. Eriko liked to send people away happy in and out of a ring, so in that regard the two had something in common. She didn't even bother hiding the smiling as the clapping drummed up, revving her into their inevitable lockup.

Her fingers slipped easily into Devine's, closing in like hooked talons to indefinitely link the women together. Her palms pushed in with a harsh shove, testing the give of her Brazilian counterpart. She had a good head for the oil, managing not to be toppled in the initial contact like many tended to. A rookie mistake. It was telling that it didn't happen here, she knew what she was doing. Good.

Their forms collided with a wet slap, grinding up against one another, feeling either other out in all possible ways as the heat in their exchange grew. She was keen to get in close and personal, wanted a chance to really mingle with Devine before dragging her around the ring. As their foreheads pressed, her eyes remained sharp and aware, ever watchful for if the woman attempted any cheeky lipwork again… Eriko hoped she would, just so she could punish her for it.

"I don't even know where you've been." The redhead spoke rather lightheartedly, undercutting the sensual tone of her adversary. It would take more than honeyed works to knock her off her game. She was careful to keep her stance staggered, one leg slightly behind the other and twisted just enough to give her a wider angle to ground her movements. Once the two had struggled for control in the opening clash, she would make her own move, however slow.

Eriko was known for being a for competitor, but that tended to be something she mostly indulge in when she understood she had room to mess around with. Here? She was playing it slow and safe. This was more or less a gauntlet match, she had to keep her energy up. When she pushed in, she did it carefully, trying to muscle Devine backwards by pressing forward without committing too hard.

Devine liked the Bride. Granted, she was a smoking hot redhead in a barely-there bikini, so there was no chance she wouldn’t like her from the outset, but the fiery champion was quickly scoring points beyond that.

She was fun, she was playful, but when Devine looked into those eyes, she could see the strength, too - the Bride was a woman who was sure of herself, and it was easy to see how that confidence could wear down all the unsuspecting men and women who’d wandered into the Pit, the ones who’d thought they’d be taking on a kitten and found themselves scrapping with a lion. Devine pushed forward and found steely, unrelenting arms to meet her own, rolling out more and more force by the second. She probably could have overpowered Devine right away, but she was playing this slow, grinding it out. Being conservative with her energy.

Champion material, indeed.

”Would you like to?” Devine’s head slid past the Bride’s until her lips were close to the redhead’s ear. She took a deep breath, savoring the woman’s scent, then blew out, steaming her with hot breath. Her tongue slithered out for a moment, licking the ear and probing deep, lashing at it before she spoke again. ”I think you’d like to know me. I know I’d like to know you.” It was a tease, a little come-on, but it wasn’t untrue. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t really have any non-Valkyrie friends in Japan. As much as she loved her girls, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have someone without a motorcycle fetish in her life. Especially someone like this…

Thoughts for another time. For now, her main concern was the way she was being steadily muscled into oblivion by the second sexiest thing in a fifty mile radius. The Bride was going slow, but the inevitable result was clear: Devine would be on her back soon, with her on top. She could accept that was bound to happen eventually, but not within the first two minutes. Something needed to change.

Looking to reverse the situation, Devine went for a sudden change in tact, throwing all of her strength, such as it was, into a hard push forward. It wouldn’t be enough to overpower the Bride, but that wasn’t the aim - she just wanted to make a little space, so she could suddenly jerk back, turning the push into a hard pull. As she yanked the Bride towards her, Devine jerked hard to the side, putting her flexibility to the test as she bent back her upper body and released her grip, trying to turn the stronger woman’s momentum against her and send her tumbling to the side.