The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

They made for a good pairing, both women very aware of what worked and didn't when it came to this sort of match. It was a duel of position and stylistic intricacies the moment The Bride of Flame was brought down into the oil. She had taken the proper steps to secure a better hold even from a position of supposed weakness. For every step Devine had made, Eriko had prepared as if she had been inside the woman's mind.

It was a two way street though. No sooner had the redhead started to lift her legs to scissor the Brazilian Bombshell than she felt one bump against the underside of the woman, pinned a mere moment later as the other woman's weight came down on top of it. It was far more difficult than many realized to essentially wrestle blind, especially when you had a sensual minx grinding down on top of you.

"Are you?" Eriko shuddered softly as her opponent had quick to verify the claim. She shouldn't have been surprised this is where things we're going, not after how the match had opened. Still, she found herself caught off guard… maybe it was just Devine herself?

There was no denying this woman was incredibly sexy, but that wasn't anything new really. Plenty of women and men Eriko tussled with we're attractive… it was this woman attitude that was really getting to her. A middle ground of confidence and arrogance that made her that much more seductive.

The redhead's heels pushed at the oil, legs shifting as she tried to somehow reposition herself to stop Devine from freely grinding her leg down between her own. Nothing really seemed to help, if she wanted to break free she was going to have to do something else…

"Its…" She panted softly, wanting to push Devine away but unable to break their gaze. Her cheeks taking on a faint rosy hue as the woman slipped fingers through her hair. Like some manner of delicate lover… this was nice. She let out a soft gasp at the sudden more forceful thrust of a leg into her, the color invading her face darkening. "... Okay, it's okay. I guess."

She could have stayed like that forever…

Which was the problem. Eriko tried to work the flats of her feet down against the floor of the pit, readying herself to try and throw Devine. Her fingers slipped free of one another, letting the tight hug go on her end, tucking her arms down to try and plant a palm up against Devine's waist and shoulder, trying to give the woman a hard enough shove to hopefully roll her off.

A little twist. A swivel of the hips. A light, teasing pop, making the pleasing, unmistakeable sound of wet flesh slapping together.

It was the minor touches that came together and made moments like this work, Devine’s experience.

She could’ve started humping away on the Bride like a horny jackrabbit, and the temptation was definitely there. She was never short for lovers, but it was rare that she came across someone quite like this, even in her hentai matches. Bright and brilliant, cool and calm, fun and flirty - a part of Devine wanted to just submit three times and let them take this to bedroom. Or the dressing room. Or whatever private space was convenient. She wouldn’t have even been opposed to going at here, right in the oil, the crowd looking on. She was no prude, and she doubted the Bride would complain.

But playing the slow game worked better, and the Bride’s reactions told the story why, much as she wanted to hide them. Those darkening cheeks, growing red enough to rival, couple with the quickening heartbeat, painted the picture of woman at war with herself - trying hard to resist those urges, her body working against her mind. If she was thinking about sex, she wasn’t thinking about strategy or positioning or any of the little important things that made her undefeated in this pit, and Devine was determined to keep her preoccupied.

She had a sharp, deep laugh at the Bride’s review, her voice vibrating between their mashing chest, rumbling from breast to breast. ”Okay. Right.” She shot her tongue, tracing an outline along the Bride’s lower lip, and gave her foe another hard hump for emphasis. ”Your mouth says ‘okay’, but your body-”

Her taunt was cut short this time, as her opponent looked to make a sudden escape, releasing the hold for a solid push. There was no fighting this, Devine didn’t have the strength or leverage to ride her down from this position, so she was going over. But that didn’t mean she had to go alone.

Her arm had been around the Bride’s head, giving it a loving caress, and now she curled it in tight, trying to mash that lovely face against her shoulder. Her legs tried to wrap around a thigh, hoping to catch one before she could slip away, and her other arm went around the champion’s waist. It wasn't much of a hold at the moment, no, but for now, Devine was more concerned with keeping them close - she’d seen what this woman could do when created separation, and she wanted that happening as little as possible.

Plus, she just loved the way their bodies felt together, and wanted some more contact. Greedy like that.


Eriko drew her lower lip into her mouth, biting down hard to try and soil the sensations Devine was pushing onto her. She was so close to letting a moan slip. The last thing she wanted to do what encourage the Brazilian to continue using these tactics by showing her just how effective they were. Despite her best efforts though, it seemed almost impossible to keep the rest of her body from giving up her secrets.

Heated oil bodies grinding up against one another, Devine's breasts roaming up and down along her own. The perk of her nipples was an easy thing to find, her bikini doing nothing to mask her guilty excitement. It was time to pull the cord and bail out.

The redhead shoved hard, immediately attempting to roll free. Devine had other plans, ensnaring her almost immediately, hugging her close as Eriko tipped both women onto their sides. She kicked her legs, one free the other locked tight. No good. The martial artist grunted, attempting to force an arm in between the two of them to help pry them apart.

"Little clingy, aren't you?" She snickered, softly, this close she didn't have to speak up. If she couldn't force them apart on raw strength alone, she would have to improvise and possibly catch the other woman off guard. Her free hand slipped down along the Brazilian's side, palm roaming over the woman's full toned thighs keeping her hostage.

She let her digits glide up and over one of Devine's ass cheeks before finding what she wanted. Her fingers hooked underneath the woman's bikini bottom from behind, getting a good grip where the waistband met the body of the garment that wrapped the underside of the woman's body. With a hard yank she drew the material up hard, tugging and pulling to grind the fabric into the woman's crotch and rear as she tried again to separate them with a forceful shove of her chest and arm.

Devine joined in the Bride’s snickering fit, as a flash of deja vu came over her like a wave. She was younger, she was home, she was having a fun little play fight with one of her fellow dancers at a bacherlor’s party, and she was suddenly realizing just how much she enjoyed the feel of a woman’s body writhing against her own. She’d discovered a lot of things about herself in those days, a path that ultimately led her to the Valkyries and hentai wrestling, but the freshness had worn off with time - until now. This sort of fun had been out of her life for far too long.

She nuzzled against her budding rival’s neck, rubbing against her like a playful puppy, even as the rest of her body worked hard to lock her down. She clamped her thighs down tight and clenched her arm hard, defying the Bride’s escape attempts. ”Yeah, maybe a little.” She took a deep breath, savoring this woman’s scent - rich, heady smell, one that would be haunting her dreams for years. “Your body feels good, can’t help myself. You work out?”

Devine capped her taunts off with a nibble on the nose, but she stopped before she could make anything more of it, as she felt a hand roaming along her thighs. She gasped, surprised by the sudden change, and then came a contented sigh. Having the Bride get into things wasn’t part of the plan, but it was a development she could roll with.

She just opened her mouth, readying more honeyed words, when she had to use her breath for a shriek, instead. That innocent, flirty hand wasn’t groping Devine’s ass - well, maybe it was, but it had a more sinister goal overall, one that involved yanking her underwear up tight, giving her a wedgie. Without even thinking, she let go off the hold and went to adjust her panties, an action that made it easy to shove her off and send her rolling. She had to flop over to her chest and scramble away, trying to beat a hasty retreat while she corrected the wardrobe malfunction. Not the best tactical moment.

Even still, she couldn’t hold back a good laugh, the kind that would’ve been a better fit for a pillow fight. ”Oh, that was cheap! Cheap!”

Eriko wasn't often challenged, both in and out of the ring. It mostly had to do with circling her usual habitant which found her throwing down with the same people or unskilled greenhorns. This was different, Devine was different, and most of all, fun. Despite the blows and struggles she managed to maintain a lighthearted air about things which was much Eriko's style. Even as she tried to get hot Me heavy with the martial artist, she had an approachable ease about the way she talked and moved that was comforting. Perhaps that was the trap of it, taking things slow and training her opponents… it was sorta working.

"I… uh, thanks?" She took the confession with a small chuckle, slowly working towards her ultimate goal of separating the two of them. "All the time… need some pointers?" She offered without the least bit of sarcasm. The redhead took her finesse very seriously. She enjoyed being fit and healthy… other people seemed to enjoy that about her too, but that was beside the point.

Her slightly underhanded tactic had worked like a charge, throwing the other woman off her and getting a chance to savor that air of seduction being shattered by a bit of slapstick. She flopped over with Devine, keeping a tight grip on the woman's bottoms, using them to yank the woman back towards her in the oil. With a graceless bound, she hopped off the ring floor and attempted to slap herself down across Devine's back, trying to straddle the small of her back.

She shot a palm out between the woman's shoulder blades, trying to push her down into the oil with a small thump and hold her pinned. Once she was situated, she would finally relinquish the woman's bottoms, bringing that hand up and then back down to clap the Brazilian across her book with a hard spank… a bit of revenge for the heavy petting.

"You want the more expensive treatment? You should have said so." Eriko gave a small laugh, trying to slip her fingers through Devine's hair and give it a hard yank to pull her up out of the oil. Her free arm hooked around, attempting to wrap around the woman's throat, applying a rear naked choke. She would surrender the woman's hair at this point, using her other arm to lock in the hold of possible.

Up above, Stone tapped her chin, looking on and contemplating. She usually had a good memory for this sort of thing, but it was failing her at the moment - for the life of her, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Devine this happy.

Her fellow Valkyrie was rarely unhappy, to be honest, but, being around her as much as she was, Stone could often pick up hints on the little things that bothered her. Almost never having a chance to speak her native tongue, not being able to take to the pole anymore, rarely getting the hentai matches she wanted - she was a woman who liked to stay active, deprived of her favorite activities. She smiled and joked and was the life of the Valkyries, but most of the time? She was just plain bored.

The Devine below, laughing and whipping about in the oil, was fresh and alive and it was a wonderful thing to watch. Win or lose, she’d be coming back here. Nothing could keep her away.

Back in the Pit, Devine had much the same opinion, and she would’ve loved to tell the Bride as much. Unfortunately, her current situation didn’t much allow for it.

She’d been trying to beat a steady retreat, but her foe wisely kept hold of her bottom, making that impossible. It was the last thing Devine wanted, to be locked down in a way that she couldn’t escape from quickly, and the reason why was all-too apparent: in the next moment, Devine was on her back, she was flat on the floor, and the situation was rolling downhill in predictable fashion.

The slap across her butt drew out a sharp cry from her, a scandalous, pleases sound at the treatment - she always loved a good spanking, didn’t get it nearly enough, and she gave her hips a good shaking in response. Writhing and squirming about underneath the Bride, she was just about to ask what the ‘expensive treatment’ was, when her question was answered in the most abrasive way possible.

Her hair was jerked back, and she automatically raised her hands to try and free it - the wrong reaction, and she realized it a fraction of a second too late. The Bride’s strong arm, pulsing with wild muscle, slithered about her neck and clamped down , trapping her throat in the vise. Devine shook her head left and right, searching for any give, but there was none to be found. The Bride had this hold locked in well, and every effort to get free just seemed to solidify the snare.

And even still, she smiled.

Eriko's arms wrapped snuggly around Devine's throat, working in tandem to make sure the oil soaked limbs couldn't simply slide away. With the inside of her elbow nestled fighting under the other womans chin, there wasn't much more she could do to make this any tighter in terms of a choke.

Her body hunkered down, making her weight work to keep Devine pinned beneath her, breasts mashing up along the woman's back. She could have left it like that and been fine, but when there wasn't much of a struggle to shake any control from her, she made the executive decision to ramp the hold further and make sure there was next to no real way for the other woman to escape her.

Her back twisted, pulling at Devine to follow with her, slowly rolling both women onto their side. Her straddled legs slipping around the Brazilian woman's waist to wrap around her body, trapping her sides within her thick powerful thighs. She didn't need a full scissor here, so she didn't apply one with hooked ankles. Instead one calf was hooked over the woman's stomach and the other was kept more vertical, enough to press her heel down between Devine's legs.

The wedgie hadn't been enough to pay the woman back it seemed for Devine's earlier teases, but this would be. She twisted her foot from side to side and rolled her ankle, using her heel to rub up against the Brazilian beauty's covered sex. The redhead hummed softly, clearly pleased with where they both currently found themselves.

"There we go… right where you belong." She flexed her biceps tighter, the fruits of her mentioned workout becoming even more apparent as her muscle definition was highlighted by the lights glare off her oiled skin. She cranes her neck to lean on closer to Devine ear, breathing hard into it as she worked hard to squeeze and tease.

"Looks like this baby bird could soar, huh? Game over." She whispered in a low sultry tone. Callbacks to the beginning of their match that delivered in this way, out of context, would have been battling to anyone else. She punctuated it all with a breathy sigh and drawing her tongue lightly along the curve of Devine's ear, already putting in some work for what would come afterwards if she tapped now to keep her off her game.

In a normal match, in a normal ring, Devine might have some options, limited though they would be. She could get to the ropes, hold on to them for support and break out. Maybe even turn this move into a pinfall, stacking the Bride on the mat. If things were really desperate, she could count of Stone or Mako - probably Mako - to bail her out with a distraction or something.

Here, though, things were different. No ropes, no ringout, no real rules. Just two women, slipping and sliding in oil, vying for dominance. When a submission hold was locked in and there wasn’t a way to turn it around, that was it. You were screwed.

Devine was most certainly screwed.

The question wasn't whether she’d be losing this fall, but how. While she wasn’t cranking the move as hard as she likely could, the Bride was still cutting off her circulation, making each breath a chore and keeping her well under the recommended minimum. She’d be going out soon, and there wouldn’t be any point to it. Being knocked out would just leave her groggy, and she couldn’t afford anything less than her peak, here. Devine needed to tap out. Escape, save herself for the comeback.

She was in the process of doing that, too, when the Bride rolled her over and brought the twin pythons she called ‘legs’ into the question. Devine tensed, ready for a crippling scissor, but what she got was a far more tender, loving embrace. A foot found her crotch and began to rub away at it, whispers came to her lips, low and soft, pillow talk. The tongue at her ear was a welcome addition, too, and she was eager to take spoonfuls of her own medicine.

Devine closed her eyes and let the Bride’s wet embrace take her away, engulfed by her hungry flesh. Thrashing about, she ground her rump in her opponent’s lap one moment, then thrust it forward in the next, pushing her foe’s foot even deeper than she had intended. Hands went to the legs that kept her captive, running over them, marveling at the raw muscle, mapping out the contours with her fingers. She let out a long, lewd moan, running her tongue across her lip, even as the chokehold made her gag.

The temptation to sleep like this was real, but she found through, not forgetting the consequences. With a heavy heart, she reached back, found one of the Bride’s ass cheeks, and gave it a few quick slaps, tapping out and getting a feel for her backside in the same moment. Knocking out two birds with one stone.

The bell rang, the crowd cheered, and Devine would sigh with relief as she was let go, flopping over to her chest and laying there. She’d push up to her hands and elbows after a moment, face towards the mat, looking at the Bride from the corner of her eyes.

”What’s-” A laugh would cut her off, but she pushed through it and kept on, as her body rose and fell with each heavy breath. ”What’s your name?”

Each passing moment she felt her grip on Devine getting tighter. It wasn't that she was applying more force, it was the fact the woman was squirming and shifting, allowing her to fill in tiny gaps with each movement. The hold had taken well, perhaps a bit too well with the added twist she had applied. She had fished a lead moan from the woman which got a small smirk from her. Things were going better than expected.

She closed an eye, huffing softly as Devine's well oiled rump circled back against her lap, giving her an interesting little dance before thrusting forward with delight into her heel teases. Wow… she was really wagging it up. Not only that she didn't seem to care that she was being choked out. She wasn't sure if it was because of the required three falls not being cause for alarm or if the Brazilian was just really into the rough treatment. Both suited her fine.

Eriko closed her eyes, taking in the feel of the woman rubbing up against her, biting her lip lightly as hands roamed up along her thighs. The thought crossed her mind she may have been reaching to return the wedgie, but instead she just got a firm grope. That got a small chuckle from her. The tap came soon after.

Once the fall had been released she let Devine go, unfurling her out onto the oil beside her. Eriko, being relatively cheeky adapted a lounging pose on her side as if someone may want to draw her like one of those French girls. The redhead grinned from ear to ear, pleased with not only the current results but how well Devine was taking it all.

"Eriko." She responded smoothly, extending her foot out to poke Devine in the breast with her toes, trying to nudge the rising woman back over with a playful shove. "Sakai Eriko, The Bride of Flame, maybe you heard of me someplace before?" The martial artist twirled a finger through the oil, tracing a small figure eight. She bat her eyes innocently at the Brazilian, keeping a straight face throughout, somehow.

"What about you "Divine"? What's your actual name, hm?" She canted her head slightly, a genuine glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. She of course assumed Devine used a ring name, especially after her introduction. "Something tells me you didn't actually fall from heaven into a jungle someplace." With a small flick she sent a droplet of oil towards the other woman, adding it to her soaking form.

The crowd showered the Bride was a rousing round of applause, and rightfully so, with even Devine joining in as she propped up on her elbows. As much as she’d chided her foe for that little trick, she couldn’t be too mad about it. It was well within the nonexistent rules, and a clever ploy. If anything, she was kicking herself for not trying it first.

But she would even that little score. Oh, yes.

For now, she was content to enjoy the moment of downtime, stretching out and refilling her lungs while she and the Bride talked. Their repartee had been almost as enjoyable the match itself, a rare opportunity for verbal sparring on her own level. It was a good time to ask the question that had been bugging her since this match began, too, and fill in the blanks. When they’d sent her for this match, she hadn’t bothered to look at the card, not expecting her opponent to be anyone noteworthy. Only upon arrival did she realize the weight her opponent was bringing to the table, and by then, everyone was just referring to her by the title.

Devine rolled back with the push from the Bride’s foot, overselling and flopping over twice to create some distance. She moved back to her hand and knees, settling back into her ready position, and splashed some oil towards her opponent in retaliation. ”Sakai Eriko, Eriko Sakai. A pleasure.” She smothered the name in her accent, liking the way it sounded, before the same question was bounced back her way. There was an awkward moment of confusion on her face, before she burst out with a quick, snorting gigglez”Oh, wow,” She shook her head. ”Sorry, it’s just been so long since I had to say my real name out loud, I actually needed a second. Rosilita Fernandez, but Devine is fine. I’ve been going by my stage name for ages.” A devilish flicker danced in her gaze. ”Beat me, though, and you can call me whatever you like.”

The announcer came back in as the crowd began to die down, starting up a thumping track to go along with their battle. The patrons seemed eager to see this match continue, and he wasn't about to keep them waiting.. ”The Bride of Flame takes the first fall - as if we expected anything less! But her opponent seems undaunted, ladies and gentleman, even confident. I’ve a feeling things have only started heating up, folks...”

Devine rolled her shoulders, getting them limber, and began to crawl her way around the mat, stalking her foe with the same flair as before. [color:76ad=#ffoooo]”Well, Eriko, I don’t know about you, but I’m all about exploring that body of yours.” She curled her finger towards her opponent, beckoning her, not wanting to waste another second. ”Second round. No more foreplay.”