Li-Mei vs Kim Rhee - Chrysalis

”It is time.”

The audience was excited, primed for a fun hentai match. This was an exciting prospect, after all. While Kim Rhee had never been a huge player in the Friction scene, she’d managed to wrack up a few fun matches in her time, taking on some high level talent and making a decent name for herself as a unique breed of hentai wrestler. She had garnered enough of a following that her taking on Li-Mei was an interesting prospect. There was a moderate anticipation in the air, as rumors swirled over month-long absence, not seen since her strange match with Abid in Tension.

The men and women in the audience expected debauchery and debasement, sin and avarice. They would get all of that, and so much more. They would, however, not be receiving the advertised match, due to a simple fact.

Kim Rhee was gone.

BEHOLD:

The lights around the arena suddenly faded as a dark and ominous tone took over the arena, sounding like something out of an ancient death chant. Definitely not the sort of thing one would expect to hear before an arousing sexfight, but the purpose become clear soon enough: this was an entrance, and the woman it belonged to could be seen making her way down the ramp, appearing and disappearing in a flickering gold spotlight.


It was Kim, but it was not Kim. She moved differently, stalking towards the ring with one foot in front of the other, her gaze affixed on her opponent with eyes that narrowed ever-so-slightly. Her attire was ornate and decadent, something that would have been more fit for a palace floor than a wrestling canvas. Tattoos adorned her body, strange markings that had not been there when she was last seen. Beyond it all, she seemed thinner before. More fit. Toned. Muscular.

Stronger. Better.

She slipped in under the bottom rope and rose to her feet, arching her back as she ascending and raising her hands to the heavens, as if giving praise to some unseen entity. Only when she threw them down did the lights come back on and the music fade, right before she dipped forward and gave her opponent a full bow. Arms outstretched, a single leg extended, hair draped across her face.

After a moment, she brought her head up, just enough to look at Li-Mei, the softest smile playing across her lips. A warm look, the kind that a mother might reserve for a wayward child.

”Hello.”

Li-Mei never saw Kim Rhee in person. Which was surprising, given the kind of person Kim was. A person that the Chinese woman would have met somewhere way before this. Even in the gym where, more often than not, many things could happen. Especially of the hentai variety. She did manage to see a bit of her, knowing little of her long hiatus after the defeat of a debuter.

Which probably could explain from what came next.

So first the entrance was different. The lights went off and suddenly an ominous chanting poured from the speakers which confused many in attendance, even looking just to make sure they got the right program and schedule. Kim, or whoever this might be, would walk down the ramp, the Oriental Rose making out the person from the flickering spotlight. She definitely looked different. At least from comparing the pictures, she had seen in the archives, just so she knows what she looks like. She was wearing black...and that was mostly what is the same.

Everything was different, and when the lights went back to normal, Li-Mei had gotten a better look of her. Her attire isn't exactly what you would see in battle, tattoos of strange markings adorned her body. She looked better than before, toned even. Which she would expect given a lengthy hiatus, more time to hone your body. Kim seems to have done that and then some. A body that Li-Mei would have to take time in getting to know with.

Kim would give a bow. Which the Chinese woman didn't know how to respond other than to give a bow of her own. Dipping forward, both feet together and her fist and palm met together. Not once taking her eyes of her for even a milisecond. Because even what she sees is delicious...very delicious...something was off. And she could sense it from the crowd itself.

"Hello yourself." She would say simply, returning from the bow. "Nice look."

Saif liked this one.

She was pretty - beautiful, in fact - but that alone wasn’t what made her noteworthy. Friction was a land of debauchery, and there were many alluring women to be found, but few had such a regal look to them, carried themselves in such a manner. A refreshing change, not at all what she was expecting in her first match. If anything, she had expected something akin to attire that Kim would’ve worn. A simple bathing suit, unremarkable lingerie, something altogether unworthy of her female form. Kim had never put much thought into her wardrobe, believing there was little point when the garments would have been removed halfway through the match, anyway.

Kim Rhee was a foolish woman. But Saif, she knew better. Presentation was important.

Her opponent bowed, showing honor, and Saif was glad to see it. This one was unlightened, but that didn’t mean she was without her charms, that she lacked grace to begin with. Here, there could be potential. Here, there was a soul she could save. But she had learned to be gentle with her approach, knowing there were many paths that could lead to the right destination. She could help Li-Mei find hers.

”Thank you, sister. Your approval gladdens me.” She pressed her palm against her fist, a mirrored gesture and a show of solidarity. Brushing her hair back, she stepped away and spread her hands to the side, putting her body on display without a hint of fear. Nothing to hide. ”Come at me, in any manner you choose. Begin. I simply cannot wait to know you.”

The referee looked between them, confused, but called for the bell, anyway.

Okay, truth be told, Li-Mei's own theme wasn't exactly something that people would expect before going into a hentai match, but it wasn't as if she came out to the chanting of the freaking Heart Sūtra. A lot of things didn't make sense and the Chinese woman sensed as such from the murmurings of the crowd. But she kept her suspicions to herself and remained civil. Besides, Kim has shown herself to be very amicable. And they seem to both want the same thing. Li-Mei could not wait to get a hold of that body and get up close and personal with it. And she expected the same from the Korean.

The Oriental Rose didn't expect Kim to return the bow, but that is what she did. It really has been a while since she did that. Bowing to an opponent. It reminded her with the match against Natasha, one that was a bit of a juxtaposition from a hentai match. But she expected as such from Natasha, her style mirroring the Oriental Rose's. Plus, courtesy is as rare in a hentai match like the Pope visiting a strip club. There didn't seem to be any place for it. But, here she was and it's a good start. Kim also liked the comment about her...new and interesting look. It wasn't something that you'd see in the ring, but she excused that since Marisa wore something similar to this. Plus, black looks good on her anyways.

"Sister?" Not often someone would call her sister of all things. China's Most Lovely Export would raise a curious eyebrow, the referee absolutely lost at this point and would just ring the bell to start this match. "Oh, I believe you'll love me after this, sis." Li-Mei would reply, a big grin following from the other point that Kim made. "Any manner I choose? Hmm..." Looking deep in thought, she looked as if she pondered the options for her. Yet there is one that Li-Mei already had in mind.

All of a sudden, Li-Mei would race towards her with some long steps just to engage with her opponent. Breasts bouncing, despite how tight the one-piece held them, there was only so much one can do with a chest like hers after all. Taking her own bounciness in stride, the Oriental Rose went right out of the gate with a flying knee towards Kim's midsection and then a couple of quick palm strikes aimed a bit higher as she went for the woman's chest.

So much potential. The Master would love a woman like this. He did seem to have a taste for the exotic, the foreign, and the Oriental Rose was certainly that - a rare, sensual beauty. Such pure, unblemished skin. Such long, shimmering hair. And those eyes, bright and beautiful, like jewels in the middle of her face.

A prize, indeed. But Saif would have to be cautious in her approach. Apply the carrot before the stick.

The sexual warrior before her smiled, clearly eager to take the offer and thinking how best she should approach. Saif sincerely hoped she didn’t mistake her charity for a taunt and think she was offering her body up to tease Li-Mei. That could not be further from the truth. The truth was that she wanted to test her opponent get a good feel for what she was capable. While she was fairly familiar with the woman’s past work, she knew all too well that there was a true difference between seeing an opponent on the screen and facing them in the ring. She need to test. Analyze. Assess.

Li-Mei wasted little time in giving her that opportunity, too. She came in fast, moving with impressive speed, and came at Saif with a knee that would not have been out of place in any octagon. She scarcely had time to swing her body about, pivoting on the ball of her foot to dance around the blow and came at Li-Mei’s side, and the attack was far from over.

A palm shot towards Saif’s chest, a blow that would have surely done real damage if it connected. She threw her upper body back, bending out of range, but there would be no way to employ such a tactic with its incoming brother - no, she would have to deal with that attack.

She reached out, grabbing Li-Mei by the wrist as her blow came. In a slick, quick motion, Saif turned about, ducked down, and pulled the arm and its owner over her shoulder, looking to dump her flat on her back with a classic Judo throw.

Of course, Li-Mei already has an idea on how to approach things, she didn't need a prompt to decide on how to go about it. It's more of a common thing when it comes to her matches. Most hentai warriors tend to go the softer and more sexual route, a bit of grappling perhaps, a little grope here, a kiss there. Not that there's anything wrong with that. If that is what they prefer then they'll go for it.

But Li-Mei was no stranger in starting off on the rougher style of things. It has caught many of her opponents off and sets the pace of the match that she's more comfortable with. Although, like a certain bluenette, there are those that are more prepared for Hardstyle matches. But that just makes it more interesting. And seeing a bit of her past work (as Kim Rhee by the way), there were reasons to be excited for this match.

Starting things off as the aggressor, the Oriental Rose came at her opponent hard. And just like that, the two of them became blurs of movement, Kim's own were crisp and looked as if she hadn't lost it after the long period she has been away. Dodging the incoming knee like that and dealing with the palm strikes isn't something that many can do. Some would be a deer in headlights but not Kim. Impressive. 

Not that she would have much chance to admire her skill when the Korean deftly moved to parry the second blow, the Chinese woman finding her own forward momentum being used against her, the smaller woman flipping the bigger opponent over her shoulder. Clean, had Li-Mei landing on her lower back, grunting from the impact. Even more impressive. 

But Li-Mei was not done just yet. Should Kim still be gripping the arm, the Chinese woman would simply yank it down, in the hopes that it could bend her forward a bit. Which is where she planted one foot to the ground and the other leg swung up towards her direction, the instep having its own destination point set straight flush Kim's pretty face.

The crowd looked on with mixed faces, not quite how to take what they were seeing on the whole. Confusion, surprise, a little irritation, expectation, they were all there, and it was all quite understandable. Aggression was nothing new in hentai matches, quite a few of the more popular sensual wrestlers showed some proficiency in standard martial arts, but those claws tended to come out later in a match, mostly from the halfway point and on. In most instances, the feeling out process of a hentai match involved two women feeling each other out.

This seemed like the opening to an MMA match, and they were not quite sure how to process it. Not quite yet, at least.

Saif, for her part, was already enjoying this exchange. Li-Mei’s moves, the few she had seen so far were so elegant, as if she were dancing and fighting at the same time. It was almost a shame to put an end to it so soon. She could not help but want to see more.

And her wish was granted, as Li-Mei proved to be dangerous even on her back, a rare trait for any wrestler. Saif had been holding on to the hand after her throw, wanting to keep it close and perhaps test Li-Mei’s ground game, but that course of action was shown to be folly when her opponent sprang up with an unorthodox kick, her foot arching through the air. The blow’s uniqueness and speed took her wholly off guard, smacking into her forehead with an audible clap.

Stunned, Saif released her hold and took a few steps away, shaking her head from side to side as she went. She was not badly hurt, not so soon in a match of this calibre, but she would need a moment to deal with her aching face.

This was a Hentai match, yes. But it certainly didn't start like a Hentai match. Rather something that you'd probably see in your usual standard match...okay, maybe not usual. Not everyone would have any experience in martial arts. People came in for a sensual, sexy showing, hands all over their body, body to body probably, some kissing, basically not something out of your typical Kung Fu Flick. The audience are free to have their expectations. 

However, just because it has "Hentai" in the name of the match, doesn't mean it has to start that way. 

The crowd is guaranteed to get their Hentai fix. It just means that they'll probably have to wait for a while. That is if both women could help it. This is a Hardstyle Hentai match after all.

Li-Mei was impressed with Kim's movements, deftly dodging her opening salvo before dumping the fellow Asian on her back. But the Oriental Rose proved to be much tougher, not yet down and out yet. The unorthodox kick wasn't conventional in combat, but it was effective in what it's purpose is for. The Korean was caught off guard fully, and once the kick landed with a satisfying and audible smack, Kim was set backpedaling and the grip on Li-Mei's wrist was loose. 

She had hoped her sister would liked that. 

Though she wouldn't be finished in trying to impress the Korean, swiftly turning so that she is on one knee, catching Kim retreating from her gaze. Getting her Kung-Fu hustle on, Li-Mei would rush right in, her right leg swinging low, an inch hovering the canvas for a dragon sweep kick. All in a attempt to take her legs from under her and bring her to the ground.

Such movements. Such grace. Such speed. Such beauty. Yes, Saif liked Li-Mei. Very much, indeed.

She was smiling as she staggered away from that unorthodox blow, taken aback not only by its unique nature, but the skill and speed in which it was delivered, how effective it was. She likely could have counted the women in Friction who could do such a move on two hands, and she was not sure she herself would be in that number. Though she did hope.

If Li-Mei thought such moves would deter her, however, she was sorely mistaken. If anything, seeing this woman’s prowess made Saif want to dominate her all the more. She was proving herself worthy of that honor, and others…

She wagered that her foe was not done with her assault, and yes, that turned out to be the case, as she could see her dipping down and swinging about. Instinct worked in her favor here - a sweep kick was coming. A move she was hardly unfamiliar. A move that she knew how to deal with, in her own way.

Saif threw her body back, legs flipping into the air, as she did swift back flip and let the kick pass by underneath. She came down on a single foot, scarcely touching the mat before she leaped straight up, tucked her legs in, and attempted to come down on her prone foe’s upper body with both of her knees, attempting to drive her into the mat before she had a chance to react.