BSDM Battle: Nanako VS Sakura

Ultimate Bondage Match
Win via most points within an hour time limi (Points are awarded for each submission)
Once someone is bound, they can only be kept that way for 5 minutes, or until they submit. Once they've submitted or the time runs out, the bound person must be let go. Various BDSM items are placed around and in the ring such as whips, crops, ropes, bindings, and others.

Nanako's Attire:

This was it. Nanako was taking her first step to becoming a better person and a better wrestler. Sadly...the first step is always the hardest...and this was one hard, if not the hardest, step. She was trying to get on the good sides of the bookers. In order to do that, Nanako had to do things she didn't really want to do. That being an incredibly perverted match type. A bondage match. Jeez she was already regretting her new outlook on life. She did have an interest in this sort of thing, but she preferred it stay private. Nanako would just have to go along with this, though.

Nanako's theme played as she walked out of the entrance. She was wearing her orca-themed one piece with a biker jacket and boots. Walking down quickly, she'd try waving to the fans a bit before getting in the ring. Sure they were still booing her, but she would win them over eventually! There were all sorts of sex toys around the ring. So many that Nanako was blushing as she thought about using them tonight. Resting back against her corner, the woman would wait there for whoever she'd be facing to arrive.

Sakura's outfit:

Sakura, too, was taking her first, difficult steps down a new road. At first, when she'd signed the contract, she had been excited, albeit a little nervous. Whilst the clause denying her any control over her matches was suspicious, her manager had seemed nice enough, and she had been utterly desperate for any way out of the mess that she was in. But, any enthusiasm she felt had drained away when she saw the match she'd been put forward for. A fight against a far superior opponent, with the goal of torturing her into submission over and over again. She had considered pulling out, even despite the risk of being recaptured by her former owner, but her manager had convinced her that this was a necessary first step on the road to a successful career. Even if she lost, if she put on a good show here, she would gain support from the fans and, more importantly, from the people in charge of booking matches.

So, frightened but also determined, Sakura walked out to the sound of her theme, wearing a white swimsuit which showed off plenty, along with the red bow in her hair which her former sister had gifted her all those years ago. Muted cheers were coming from the crowd as she walked towards the ring, more out of dislike of her opponent than support for her, she suspected, combined with a few whistles of appreciation from the people who were clearly looking forward to watching her being tortured and humiliated. But, despite the likelihood that she would suffer horribly, Sakura was determined to withstand the pain. If she could last the hour without submitting once, she would obtain a draw. And, if she could knock down her opponent even once and restrain her, there was always the chance that she could even win, despite her clear inferiority.

As she entered the ring, Sakura moved to her corner, before heading towards the centre of the ring and giving a quick, polite bow, not forgetting her manners despite what was about to occur.

"Good luck", she said, politely, to her opponent, showing no ill-will.

With that, she took a defensive stance, waiting for the bell to ring and her opponent to launch the first attack.

Nanako really did think that her opponent was pretty cute as she entered the ring. She would no doubt feel terrible about what would occur throughout this match. However, Nanako had to win this match. The arctic killer needed to improve her career and this was the start. She would give Sakura a respectful bow, as well. Trying her best to be as respectful as a 'bondage match' would allow.

"You're cute...so I'll try not to hurt you...too bad..." Nanako said about as respectfully as she possibly could. So the woman would wait for the bell, and when it rang walk forward to take on her opponent. Nanako would start things off by raising her hands for a typical test of strength lock up with Sakura. She wanted to weaken the cute grappler a good bit before trying to tie her up with one of the various sex items scattered around the area. So when she grabbed a hold of her opponent, Nanako would try to overpower the woman and twist to the side. That way she could try locking Sakura's head under her arm for a tight side head lock. Forcing some pressure on the cutie's head and forcing her cheek against the arctic killer's rather soft side boob.

"T..thank you", Sakura said, politely, glad that her opponent didn't seem to be the type to torture her just for the fun of it.

Still, despite the girl's kindness, Sakura was sure she was going to end up being tortured very cruelly. After all, they both had a match to win, and Sakura was utterly determined not to submit, however much pain she had to suffer. Not that she was going to tell the girl that, of course. If her opponent wanted to waste a few of the five-minute cycles trying to be nice, then that was fine by her.

As soon as the bell rang, the girl walked towards Sakura, who was standing in her defensive stance. However, instead of launching an immediate attack, the girl instead held out her hands, offering to grapple with her opponent. Somewhat naively, Sakura accepted the offer, locking her hands with Nanako's, only for her inexperience and lack of strength to cause her to be immediately overpowered. Before she even knew what was happening, Sakura had been forced into a headlock, the girl's arm pressing down painfully on her head, making it difficult for her to breathe. In response, Sakura began to struggle ineffectually against the girl's grip, blushing slightly as she realised that her cheek was rubbing against the girl's breast as she did so.

After a few moments, though, Sakura began to calm herself, falling back on her self-defence training. First, she used one of her hands to grab hold of the girl's arm, pulling it down in an effort to give herself a little breathing space. Then, balling her other hand into a fist, she punched the girl directly between the legs from behind, as hard as she could manage. If she didn't let go, Sakura would hit her again, as many more times as was necessary to get herself free.

Nanako purred as her generous side boob brushed all over the sweet grappler's adorable face. Maybe it was the fact that her opponent looked so damn cute, but Nanako didn't think for a second that Sakura was going to try playing dirty. The woman seemed polite, she even thanked the badass for saying she wouldn't hurt her too much. But then, as she held the squirming girl in a side headlock, Sakura low blowed her. The crowd gasped as the cutie's arm swung in between her opponent's legs with great effectiveness. Nanako cried out as she released her opponent. Immediately, the woman's hand would start to nurse the stinging weak spot between her strong thighs.

"Grrrrrrrrr...ok...screw nice...you...are...so...dead!" Nanako growled, some of her dark, arctic attitude starting to return for this match up. She was still a bit stunned from the low blow, but soon enough, Nanako would be tearing this sweet, yet very stupid girl apart! Sakura would learn why she should never piss opponents off in such a way. Especially when the cutie had very little, if any, fighting skills to defend herself.

Sakura was a little surprised by the effectiveness of her attack, having expected the girl to at least make an effort to retain her grip. Nevertheless, her awareness was good enough for her to react quickly to the chance the girl had presented her with. Since she would likely not get too many opportunities in this match, Sakura knew that she needed to take full advantage of this one, and hit the girl with a blow that would severely weaken her and give Sakura a chance to press the advantage. So, she took several large steps backwards and prepared to launch into a flying drop-kick.

As she was about to attack, though, she heard Nanako growl, clearly angered by Sakura's low blow. In response, a slight look of confusion came over Sakura's face. Whilst she knew that low blows were generally frowned-upon in wrestling, this was a hardcore match which would involve attempting to torture each other into submission, and she had just used a standard move from her self-defence classes.

"Why? I was just defending myself", she said.

With that, she began to run towards Nanako, before leaping into the air and attempting to drop-kick the girl straight in the chest, the highest she could reach given her inexperience and lack of strength. Nevertheless, if it hit it would surely knock the wind out of her, and probably knock her clean to the floor.

Nanako didn't like that response. She didn't like it at all. This cute bitch needed a reality check...and a big one at that! So, as Sakura started running at her with a drop kick, the arctic killer would brace herself before being kicked hard. Grunting as her arms and breasts took most of the impact, Nanako would be knocked backwards. However, the woman rolled backwards with the impact, allowing her to get on her knees before springing back up and charging at Sakura.

The purple haired fighter wouldn't likely be up on her feet by the time Nanako struck. And for payback, she'd try to punt the woman right in her chest. This wouldn't hurt as much as a low blow, but it would knock the air out of Sakura for sure! Nanako would make her hurt so much more as the fight went on, though. "Take this!" she'd bark while attempting to drive her boot into her opponent's somewhat large but very soft looking breasts.

Sakura smiled as she felt her kick connect and saw the girl fall to the floor, sure that she had at least knocked the wind out of her opponent. So, she was surprised when she sat up, only to see the girl already up on her feet. Sakura scrambled to get up, but it was too late, and the girl charged at her with a shout, her boot driving straight into Sakura's ample breasts.

The strike caused Sakura to let out a moan of pain, before falling backwards once more, coughing, sputtering and gasping for air as she did so, her breasts aching from the harsh strike. Immediately, Sakura realised that she was in trouble, and she attempted to scramble to her feet as quickly as she could, before the girl could follow up her attack. But, with the wind knocked out of her, it would be very difficult for her to do so.

Nanako smiled after punishing Sakura's breasts with a punt. However, the woman was soon trying her best to scramble away. Nanako respected that sorta resilience. "Heh...You wanna say sorry?~" she asked tauntingly. Even a sincere apology wouldn't save Sakura, though, as the arctic killer quickly chased after the purple haired beauty. That way, she could try wrapping her arms around the woman's waist from behind, and then Nanako would suddenly lift her opponent up. This way, she could try to slam Sakura with a sudden German Suplex to really pummel the woman. Nanako was still pissed about that low blow. In fact, her crotch still hurt from the cheap attack. So, Nanako wouldn't hold back even against a cutie like this one.

Sakura continued struggling to her feet, a little annoyed by the girl's demand for an apology. Whilst she didn't particularly like hurting people, this was a fight, and her strike was entirely within the rules of their contest, so she didn't see the problem.

"N..no, I don't", she said, still gasping for air. "Why shouldn't I defend myself?"

However, before she could turn to face her opponent, she felt the girl's arms wrap around her waist. She struggled against the girl's grip, but she was too weak, and she quickly found herself lifted into the air, before being thrown over the girl's head in a German Suplex, her back slamming painfully into the mat. The momentum of the throw sent her tumbling backwards and onto her front, where she remained as she attempted to recover from the attack, her back aching from the impact. If her opponent didn't act quickly enough, she would slowly struggle up onto her hands and knees, before eventually getting back to her feet.