The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

Eriko raised her hand just as a splash of oil came her way, intercepting it with the back of her hand. Seeing Devine get back to her knees and prepare to dive right back in she figured it was time to follow suit.

She still took her time as they spoke, taking the small downtime to slick oil back over her arms and legs, something she did out of force of habit. She hummed thoughtfully, curious as to why Devine hadn't used her name in awhile. Married to her stage name? Either that or she was in the wrong company.

"Rosilita. Rosilita." She tried her best to emulate the Brazilian's own accent. It needed work. "I prefer your real name, Rosi. I already beat you once so I'll use that for now." She pursed her lips, giving a wiggle of her eyebrows. The redhead rose up onto her knees fully now, spreading her legs just enough to create a solid foundation. Her fingers traced the edges of her bikini, stretching the fabric out to properly cover her as intended.

"This body?" Eriko slipped her hands under her breasts, cupping them lightly to give them a small jiggle. She quirked a brow, giving Devine a judgemental look while she showed herself off though it was pretty apparent she was just joking. "You'll get plenty of time to feel it again when I'm pinning you to the mat"

The martial artist wagged a finger towards the empty space between them. "You could save me the trouble and roll over if you'd like." She shot the woman a wink, knowing full well she wouldn't take the offer. In truth she would have been very disappointed if she had. The Bride of Flame looking forward to getting two more hard fought falls from the woman.

It was only right she start things off again, nobody wanted to watch her play defensive after taking the lead. People wanted some action so it was time to cut loose. Leaning forward she slowly moved through the oil on all fours, stalking right up to Devine. Unless the other woman tried something out of the ordinary, she would rise back up and lunge in, trying to join the two of them up with an elbow and collar lockup.l for some more face to face grappling.

All things considered, Eriko didn’t do the worst job of pronouncing her name, especially considering it was born from a country on the other side of the planet. Decent inflection, hit the vowels close enough. Devine herself had probably butchered more Japanese names than she could ever care to count, so she was in no position to judge.

‘Rosi’, though...she tapped her chin, took a moment to disgust the nickname, then decided she liked it. It helped that Eriko proposed it in the cutest way possible, wiggling her eyebrows like that. A silly illusion, childish and fun, but one that was dispelled when she rose up and put her body on display. The show was definitely appreciated, and whether Eriko knew it or not, she was giving Devine ideas on how to best approach the next round. She’d not given those breasts nearly enough attention before, putting her attention on the rest of that flaming body, leaving them alone in all their perky glory. Now, she’d make up for lost time.

”I could, yes. I could do a lot of things.” She prowled along the mat, nice and slow, putting one cautions hand in front of the other with each step. ”But you’ve had enough time in the driver’s seat. It’s my turn.”

The crowd revved up again, roaring as the beauties moved each other’s way again, eager to see which way the pendulum would swing this time. It was on Eriko to bring the fight this time and the Bride didn’t disappoint, moving with speed and grace that few could’ve managed in the oil. Thankfully, Devine was among that few.

She raised her arms up at first, looking like she was ready to lock horns, only to duck down at the last instant. She slipped to the side, letting Eriko’s arms pass by overhead, and tried to come around behind her opponent - that wasn’t the only goal, though. She put her freed arms to good use as she moved. She reached up, grabbing one of Eriko’s breasts, then whipped about and reached around for the other one from behind, trying to bring the two of the close with her opponent’s chest as the anchor.

No sense in being subtle. Not at this point.

"Seems the jokes on you, I don't even know how to drive." Eriko was urged forward when Devine's arms raised up, expecting the other woman to meet her head on again. Truth be told the opening struggle was one of her favorite parts of wrestling… only in the oil though. She wasn't nearly as good at them outside. As she lunged in her arms wrapped around nothing but air, catching the darting form of the Brazilian out of the corner of her eye.

"Not so fa-" she was mid turn when a palm clapped around the underside of her breast, fingers curling up and over to encompass it fully. A mere moment later the other had been grabbed hold of as well, drawing her upright I to the clutches of Devine. Her back eased into the other woman, leaning up against her as the woman gave her a firm grope.

"Well… okay then." Eriko blinked a bit taken aback by the sudden turn around. A blush visible on her cheeks. She was curious what the Brazilian would do next… perhaps a bit excited for it as well… but she was going to make good on what she had said early on. If Devine wanted her, she was going to have to work for it.

After the momentary pause in the action, Eriko twisted her body, oiled breasts sliding up against her captor's hands in full form. A delightful little taste of her to be sure, but when she came twisting back around with a roaring back elbow primed for Devine's head it was clear there was a high price to pay for getting in hanky panky with The Bride of Flame.

Devine was fluent in Portugese, spoke strong English, and knew enough Japanese to get by from day-to-day, but she doubted there was a single word in any of those languages that could’ve expressed how satisfying it was to grab Eriko’s breasts. Not simply because they felt good in her hands - though, God, did they feel good, and that was no small statement with all the breasts she’d groped in her lifetime. But hearing that surprise in her opponent’s voice, having her taken off guard, if only for a moment, that was what brought a shiver down her spine. The Bride was not a woman who was surprised often in this pit, she could tell, and earning that response was something to be treasured.

She went to work right away, massaging Eriko’s shimmerings tits between her fingers, pressing and squeezing and working them with expert skill. It was all about maintaining a good pace, not too fast and not too slow. Devine took care to apply just the right amount of force, her fingers making circles around her opponent’s nippling, circling them like sharks around their prey.

Not wanting to ignore her own needs, she pressed her loins against Eriko’s cheeks, a teasing hump that would only be the beginning. ”There we go, just like-”

She caught a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, and she only had half a second to realize what it was: an elbow, coming straight for her face. Devine’s world turned white on contact and the Pit filled with the sound of the blow connecting against her skull, a solid hit that instantly made her grip loosen and sent her head whipping to the side.

Blinking, stunned, Devine wobbled back as her world filled with stars. She was definitely one of the lighter Valkyries, not on Stone or Mako’s level when it came to taking hits, but that didn’t mean she was a total waif - she still had the presence of mind to retaliate, even in some small fashion. For now, she mustered the wherewithal to leave back and jerk forward with her arms thrusting out, giving Eriko a hard push, looking to make some distance. While she did want to keep this woman close, she needed to be lucid to make anything out of that strategy, and she wasn’t that at the moment.

Close bodies were something that just happened in the pit. It wasn't something that ever bothered her. She was comfortable with her body, confident in who she was and what she could do. She had been groped by strangers fairly often down here during countless exhibitions for audience participation nights. It wasn't really like this though.

While she had no doubt Devine's own motivations were largely the same to many of those either nameless competitors, there was an unmistakable skill in how she almost spoiled Eriko's body with her touch. The redhead was no stranger to intimacy, but this even made her blush a bit on the sheer guilt of wanting more than what she was being given despite that likely coming at the cost of her control of the match.

It was a bittersweet thing then when her elbow snapped back into the Brazilian woman's skull. No sooner had she made contact then she was already whirling back around, fingers curled into a tight first with the intention of following up her first strike with a kncok out blow. Before she could dial in on Devine, the other woman gave her a hard shove, enough to knock her sideways into the oil.

With a splash she slid a small distance from the other woman, giving her previous distance to recover. Eriko has already reached down I to the sloshing liquid, pushing herself up to a steady position again while turning to face her opponent. Still rosy cheeked, she hid any embarrassment well behind a wide grin, looking almost eager to dive for the Brazilian without any real strategy.

Slowly she raised herself up out of the fragrant pool that surrounded the two of them, standing to cast a looking shadow across the pit to encompass Devine. The martial artist took two sliding steps to cover distance before flipping forward. Her palms hit the ground with a splash oil as she cartwheeled forward, swinging her body down to come down at the other woman with one her signature are kick, the Heddohantā. "We were just getting close!"

From above, Stone hissed and clicked her teeth, leaning over to get a better look at Devine. That had been a nasty hit, and she could tell that her fellow Valkyrie took it hard, clearly not seeing it coming. She was stronger and tougher than most gave her credit for, but a blow like that would’ve even had Mako staggering. It was more than enough to scramble her systems.

”Hey, D!” She called out, her booming American voice cutting through the crowd’s chants. ”You okay down there?”

”Never better!” Devine did her best to sound funny and flippant with that, but the truth was a bit to the left. Eriko’s elbow was making her rethink a few things, throwing strikes into the mix. She’d been content to stick with grappling from the beginning, knowing it would work better with the games she wanted to play, but it seemed like they were cranking the intensity up a bit.

Not a problem. She could adjust. Had her own tools to work with.

And so did Eriko, from the looks of things.

As her foe rose, standing up in the oil, Devine couldn’t deny what an imposing figure she cut - while she swore she was the taller woman between them, it didn't seem that way at the moment. The red cheeks hadn’t escaped her notice, but the Bride hid whatever flustered feelings she had well behind a mask of confidence. It wouldn’t be the easiest thing to crack.

Not when she was rushing forward with grace like that, flying through the air with ease, and coming at Devine with a move that would’ve put many of the AFW’s finest flyers to shame. It was beautiful, it was graceful, and it was a shame that she didn’t have the chance to view it in full. She was a little busy trying to avoid it, after all.

She threw her entire body to the side at the last second, the last instant narrowly avoiding the arc kick and coming down on her chest, facing away from Eriko’s landing from. She planted her own palms flat on the mat, lifted her lower body up, and shot both of her legs out towards her opponent in unison, looking to nail her with a mule kick to the chest. Or face. Or stomach. Being honest, aiming wasn’t too important to her, so long as she hit something.

It had been a hard commitment the second she had thrown herself forward. On normal even ground her balance could have kept her upright in the handstand for ages but momentum was a currency that instantly was cashed out in The Pit.

When Eriko flipped forward, she briefly lost sight of her target which proved just enough time for Devine to make her snap decision to throw her body to the side. The redhead continued one, coming down and around with a blur of motion to bury her heel into the ground hard enough to fire off a geyser of oil skyward. She hissed at the jolt up her leg in hitting solid ground rather than the actual target that would have allowed her a bit of give.

It wasn't enough to slow her down though, already tucking the deadly limb back in, preparing for a rebound. Her head turned on a swivel just in time to catch the sight of the Brazilian's smooth backside glowing from the overhead lights reflecting off the surface. She hadn't even been given enough time to admire it before legs shot back, blasting her square in the chest.

Devine's heels sunk deep into her breasts with a wet slap, pushing past the woman's natural cushioning to the point of strain where physics took over. The redhead's upper body was snapped backwards, throwing her up off her knees to tumble backwards onto to her shoulders. She slid along the oiled floor of The Pit, carried by the force of the kick until coloring with the nearby wall.

The crowd let out a collective gasp as the martial artist was splatter against the curved wall hard enough to sound the strum of metallic bum's resonating upwards. Her body flopped back to the ground in a splash, laid out with a look that bordered on being shocked and amused. Her arm raised slightly, just enough to drape over her chest as she let out a cough. That was smarts...

The audience leapt back at Devine’s counter, and Stone moved back along with them. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t know her friend was capable of pulling off that sort of thing - she’d seen the Brazilian doing all sorts of crazy things with her body, could attest to the crazy flexibility. It was just rare to see her this animated in an actual ring, even if was an unconventional one.

That fact wasn’t lost on Devine, either, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had the gumption to try something like that. Most often, she took a light approach to her wrestling. Nothing too serious. Nothing too dangerous. Nothing too crazy. It wasn’t like she got paid more if she won, and it wasn’t like she’d ever hit a hot streak and start challenging for the Hentai Title or anything. Why go all out?

But this, Eriko, this match, this whole scene...she wanted to win this. Needed it. That was a new feeling.

And she liked it.

Spinning back on her knees, Devine was quick to move after her foe, slithering in the oil, scampering fast to close the distance. Eriko was stunned and open, something she knew didn’t happen open, and she had to seize the moment. There was no telling when, or even if, she’d get another shot.

When she was close enough, Devine slammed her palms against the mat and jumped up, letting the momentum carry her as she turned about in the air. Her goal was a simple one: she was aiming to come down for a hard sit on that lovely stomach of Eriko’s, drop all of her weight on those luscious abs.

They were just too tempting of a target to ignore.

Eriko's lips clapped as she blew out a hard breath. As someone who prided herself on being patient and seizing opportunities, she found it to be a bit ironic she had been taken down a peg by a similar method. She wasn't exactly sure why she was being so opposite with Devine… was it this woman just sparking her competitive side or maybe the AFW cameras?

Her arms fell away into the oil, pressing her palms to the base of the pit along with the soles of her feet. She pushed lightly, starting to slide up towards the wall to start to rise only to she slammed back down with a splash as Devine came down hard on top of her. She let out a choked gasp, unprepared for the sudden weight slamming down on top of her and knocked breathless.

Wide eyes she stared up at the Brazilian woman, blinking with a gasp. Her body shook, trying to force her opponent off by not having the strength to shake her right away. She swallowed hard as she gazed up at the bronzed skinned beauty, transfixed her silhouetted shimmering body backlit by the lights above, a faint blush building on her cheeks.

Though they’d only known each other a short time, Devine could state with some confidence that she was growing familiar with Eriko’s body, getting a good sense for the way it felt against her own, and the results were impressive. Strong. Supple, yes, but firm in all the right places. She’d known more than a few dancers who would’ve killed for a form like this, the sort of body that radiating sensuality like a steaming furnace.

And now that Devine was on top and control, this fine body was all hers, for the time being at least.

Life could be so good, sometimes.

Devine bit her lip as she looked down at the helpless Eriko, those shimmering eyes looking back at with...fear? Anticipation? She was certainly expecting something to happen to her now, and Devine didn’t want to disappoint the Bride. She deserved the best. ”Fuck yes.”

Devine dipped down with an open mouth, her hot breath spilling over Eriko’s face as it neared. Her tongue slid out, her chest drew in, her eyes narrowed, looking for all the world like she was going for the kiss that she’d been teasing since the start - only for her lips to miss their mark at the last moment, sliding along Eriko’s chest as their faces grazed each other. Instead of the loving embrace, she gave Eriko pain, as one arm wrapped around her shoulder and the other came about her throat, clasping behind her neck to make a tight arm triangle choke.

But she wasn’t so cruel as to give Eriko nothing for her troubles. While her upper body focused on punishment, her lower body worked on pleasure, as she ground their hips against each other and humped away, slapping their laps together and letting her inhibitions run wild. She wanted this woman, and she wanted to make Eriko was well aware of the fact, even if it was the last thought she had before she went to sleep…