Apartment Match: Shizuku Yatori vs Mina Mistletoe

Competitive
Semi-Soft Style (grappling only, no strikes)
Single Pin or Submission


Yatori fondly considered the big futon filling her spacious apartment. The futon once belonged to AFW, and hosted the very first futon match in the organization's history. Its current owner, who happened to be one of the girls who wrestled and came all over it, purchased it right after that memorable match for her private use. Italians were sentimental sorts, even though Ya-chan was only half, though her father being Sicilian probably made up for that.

Mia-chan... I hope we can have another match like that one day, only better...

The doorbell loudly announced the arrival of her guest for the night. A beaming Yatori walked over to the intercom in a black bathrobe that hid her lingerie, planning to put Summer's lessons on sexy showmanship to good effect. "Hi, Mina-chan!" she greeted. "Come in, come in!" She hoped Mina wore some pretty nice lingerie for their match as she had requested. Yatori certainly had!(yt)

As the door opened, however, Yatori was in for a surprise. True enough, Mina was on the other side, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans and carrying a duffel bag. The Belgian girl, however, had a few fading bruises on her right cheek and forehead, and, even more noticeably, there was a small, stiched-up cut on Mina's forehead.

Mina must have realized that Yatori noticed, as she quickly brushed her hair, covering the stitch up in the process, and smile nervously. "Hi, Yatori-san! I see you dressed for the occasion!" There was something almost forced about her cheerful introductory, as though she was doing her best to put on a brave front.

Yatori stopped cold once she saw Mina's injuries and hesitation. Jesus, what happened to her since the time we met? she thought, suddenly thankful that she had Damian to screen her occasional opponents to determine who was safe and who wasn't. Who did that to her?

"Ah... yeah, I was really looking forward to tonight," she weakly chuckled. "Please, come in!"

She made way for Mina at once, would close the door once her guest was inside her apartment. "Anou, Mina-san, I don't mean to be impolite, but are you all right?" Yatori would ask, not really wanting to pry, but worried that Mina might not be up to the rigors of a match, however toned down their rules. "You seem to be hurt..."

Mina turned red slightly. "Oh, that?" She gave a nervous laugh. "That's just from my last match, that's all. I'm alright, really..."

"Ah," Yatori commented in more or less the same tone as Mina. "If you say so... well," she tried in a much brighter tone, "You don't need to have any worries about getting more of those here. No striking tonight, right? Just plain ol' wrasslin'."

She chuckled ruefully regarding her attempt to sound like one famous Texan cowgirl wrestler to lighten up the mood. Yatori gestured to the futon. "Anyway, shall we?"

Mina smiled brightly. "Sounds great!" she said. With that, she began to remove her t-shirt and jeans, revealing the impressive red lingerie she was wearing underneath. "So...how many falls are we going for, Ya-chan?"

Seeing Mina's impressive lingerie brought a big smile to Yatori's face. "Nice... well, how many do you want?" she teased. "You feel like you're up to best of three? But it's up to you. One fall is fine.

"Now," she purred, "My turn... and have I got a show for you tonight..."

Ya-chan presented her back to Mia. She had gone shopping for cuter lingerie after her fun apartment match with Summer.

She will let her bathrobe slip off her right shoulder to reveal a black strap. Turning around slowly while her robe traveled down her waist revealed a satin bra of sable mesh and frills that revealed fare more skin than it clad.

Once her robe reached down to her hips, Yatori again rotated away from Mina, then dropped the robe to show off a matching flimsy bottom clothing her perky butt. She pirouetted in place to face Mina. The front of her panties sported a patch mesh that dipped down smooth skin almost to her mound, Yatori having shaved herself down there for tonight.

"Well?" Ya-chan opined. "Do you like it?"

Mina smiled. "Hmmm, you DID dress for the occasion. This ought to be fun."

The Belgian catgirl brushed some hair out of her face. "Three falls is alright with me, Ya-chan." She smiled as she got into a crouched position. "Ready to lose?"

The beaming Yatori mimicked Mina's stance. "Ready to win again," she teased back.

She will offer her right palm to lock up with Mina into a test of strength. If accepted and completed, Yatori will strain against Mina for some moments to see just how strong and healthy her friend was after the match that so mauled her, so Ya-chan could determine just how hard she could come on Mina, not wishing to accidentally hurt her.

Mina accepted the lockup eagerly, clamping her hands around Yatori's and pressing into her, gritting her teeth as she pushed back at her arms. She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against Yatori's for leverage as she grunted slightly under her breath.