The Red Wedding

Li-Mei was confused when that letter arrived that morning.

It was weird and she didn't really know what to think as she sat in her apartment, the television playing in the background as she taken a look at the mysterious letter. Last time something came in her mailbox, it turned out to be a challenge from a "friend" of Ari Nagawa. Which reminded her to check in on Wichapi at one point. But it was somewhat suspicious. A letter that formal could suggest it came from management at first glance, especially the kind of tone that the letter was written and the very smart handwriting too. Concern was one of the feelings she experienced when it talked about Ari, her mind wondered on what kind of issue the WAM Wrestler has gotten into that it required her assistance. However, re-reading it, again and again, brought more questions to her. One thing that stuck out was the fact that it requested her to come alone, which doesn't sound good and the single letter that ended with the message.

M

Now there was a lot to think about. And there was a lot to doubt. Though what kind of friend would she be if she didn't heed that call? What if Ari really is in danger? She couldn't have that in her consciousness if she did chose to ignore it.

So later that day, very late at night, the Oriental Rose walked into the Friction Gym. Passing through the doors, Li-Mei looked around. Tight black leggings, a red jumper and some trainers, she looked like as if she was going to get into a little workout of her own. Though that wouldn't be the intention that the Chinese woman had. She looked around at the dark, quiet room, the bright moon was the only thing that gave light in the room through the windows. Nobody was inside. Not even the gym patrons. Not even the cleaners. She checked the letter that was in her front pocket, looking at it again as she took a few steps forward more, making sure not to bump into any equipment. "Hello?" Li-Mei called out. "Anybody there? I came, just like your letter asked." There didn't seem to be an answer. Unless if you call the echo that reverberated around the room and parroted her speech as an answer. After some time, the Oriental Rose came to the conclusion that she might have gotten punked. Disappointing.

"Really? I came for nothing?" She muttered quietly to herself, huffing aloud. If nobody is in then perhaps she should head back home. Lest her time be wasted even more.

It may have seemed Li-Mei was alone in the gym initially, but she certainly wasn’t.

Just as the Oriental Rose was getting ready to give up and leave, a soft hum began to ring out from one of the dark corners of the room. The tune was that of the Rains of Castemere, from the well-known TV show, “Game of Thrones.” Seconds later heels echoed against the floor as the woman humming the song slowly stepped out into view. A thin violet robe covered most of her frame. The bottoms of legs covered in smooth black stockings and a fine pair of high heels protruded from the bottom. And as she drew near, she ceased humming only to start softly singing where she’d left off.

“In a coat of gold, or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws~
And mind are long, and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours~”

She came to a stop a few feet in front of the woman, lips spreading into a thin smile.

“Sorry, it's been stuck in my head all day... Hello, Li-Mei. I’m so glad you came. My name is Minerva. And you and I need to have a little chat.” There was nothing harsh or aggressive in her voice, yet her smile and deceptively gentle tone carried an ominous aura. How well Li-Mei would perceive her situation depended largely on whether she was familiar with the history between Minerva and Ari Nagawa, who had been referenced in the letter.

Whatever the case, nothing about Minerva’s posture or body language suggested she was at all worried. But it did ever so subtly suggest that maybe, just maybe, Li-Mei should be.

Seeing as there was no one inside, Li-Mei might as well leave. There wasn't anything that she could do here and could use the sleep. The Chinese woman was still disappointed but still wondering what that letter was for. Was Ari really in urgent need? Was there any truth to this letter at all? She didn't feel like answering those questions, exiting the gym and heading back to her apartment was the main priority in her mind.

That is until she heard something.

"!?"

Her head turned round, looking all over the room and where this humming came from. The clacking of heels followed soon after and the Oriental Rose was on high alert, hands raised just in case she might get jumped. The noise gets closer and closer, bracing herself as the humming turned into singing. The tune didn't give away much, she was more focused on defending herself to figure out the song and who it could be linked to. Though as soon as the mysterious woman came into view, the light illuminating the tall figure that stood before her.

Soon as she saw that face, Li-Mei's eyes widen with surprise. She didn't think that she would return. It had been a long while since everyone last saw her after the Summer Splash match.

"Oh, I know who you are." Her guard dropped, but still on alert. "You're the woman that Ari beat." That's putting it lightly. "What do you want?"

Recognition on its own was good. Minerva was glad to see she’d made an impression with her initial run in AFW. But she wasn’t glad to hear Li-Mei describe her as “the woman Ari beat.” The Dane’s posture and expression remained the same, except for a very slight twitch of her eyebrow. That was the only thing hinting at the immense rage suddenly swelling within her at that moment. To be remembered was nice. But be remembered solely for the humiliation a rival subjected her to on live pay-per-view for millions of people to see… No, that didn’t sit well with her at all.

Not. One. Bit.

A low, chilling giggle escaped her lips. Slowly she began to step toward Li-Mei, heels clicking again on the floor. Her hands peeled back her robe, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Now she stood before the Oriental beauty in only a purple bra, matching panties, black stockings that traveled up to her thighs, and her heels. It might’ve appeared she intended to seduce Li-Mei. Or at least, that’s what she wanted the girl to think. But, once she was close enough, Minerva suddenly swung her left leg out. Her foot kicked against the inside of Li-Mei’s left knee, then shot back out the other way and slammed the point of her heel right into that knee with full force! Then she finally answered the question, her voice carrying a low, sinister edge.

“I want to deliver a message. And you’re going to help me do it.”

She figured Minerva didn’t like that in the slightest. Not. One. Bit.

Though Li-Mei couldn’t blame her. Having someone point out the only thing you’re remembered by is from a moment that is humiliating as well as degrading is not the best feeling in the world. The slight twitch of her eyebrow confirmed it as such, despite the rest of her body not giving any tells. Any recognition isn’t always good recognition, Li-Mei knows this as fact. But it is the one thing that many could pinpoint to since she left with her tail between her legs after Ari rubbed that victory in her face, figuratively and literally. In fact, the Chinese woman would not be surprised if Minerva didn’t come back. To lose in that fashion, she wouldn’t blame her if she did.

But there she is. Back in Tokyo. And the Chinese-Dane is standing face to face with the woman that pushed Ari way more than Minerva did.

The creepy giggle is something that the Oriental Rose picked up as she came much closer towards Li-Mei. Now Li-Mei could actually see her up close, the taller size that she has over her. Though that wouldn’t be the only thing she would see as the robe would slide off the body of Minerva, falling to the floor. Inwardly, Li-Mei can admit that she looked good. Maybe better than when she last saw that footage in Summer Splash? A smirk crept up onto Li-Mei’s lips as she stood before Minerva. “Ohhh, I see. Let me guess. Saw my match with Ari and you want me to push you to your limits as I did with Ari?” She chuckled, looking straight into the eyes of the taller woman. “Well, I guess I’m up for that. Make you cum so much and send you on your wa-“

Her speech was cut off as soon as she felt something did into the inside of her knee. Something thin, quite pointy in fact. Pain radiated around the knee as she shrieked out, the other knee wouldn’t be left out in all of this as the stiletto part of Minerva’s purple heel struck at the same part at the left knee. It wasn’t so much she struck the kneecap, but right at the tendons and nerves too. Shooting up her spine and to her brain, as it registered all, the jarring and disgusting pain brought Li-Mei onto one knee, even resting on her knee brought much pain as her eyes shut, her hands grasping at where Minerva’s cruel attack struck. Getting hit like that, at that target, by this woman…that didn’t sit well with the Chinese woman.

After a moment, Li-Mei looked up, gritting her teeth behind her closed and scowling lips, though a growl could be heard afterwards. “Bitch…” Willing herself to push up from her knees, anger carrying with her to push through. “…I ain’t helping shit!!” She yelled, her right palm shot out towards the Chinese-Dane, aiming towards the solar plexus just to get some payback for that painful and dirty attack!

This was exactly what Minerva dreaded about that humiliating defeat. In her entire previous run with the company she’d only ever lost two matches, and had picked up several high profile victories. Cecilia Northman. Natasha Loclear. She’d even been the one to end Ari Nagawa’s winning streak in her signature WAM matches. But none of that meant a thing now. It all may as well have never happened. Now she was only remembered as, well… Li-Mei’s description had been generous. Minerva wasn’t just the girl Ari beat. She was the girl Ari face-fucked into submission en route to taking the Hentai Championship from her. That was her identity now, and it needed to change. It would change.

Starting tonight with Li-Mei.

Her kick had done the job perfectly, wounding the Oriental Rose’s knees so much even attempting to stand brought clear pain into her beautiful expression. And while Li-Mei tried to recover from the blow, Minerva ever so casually began to slip her high heels off. Not a shred of remorse or pity was anywhere to be found in her eyes. She liked the sight of this woman suffering before her, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

Minerva didn’t immediately respond to anything Li-Mei said. But the second the girl lunged out toward her, the sadistic Dane pivoted to the side while throwing her long leg out. Intent on using her height advantage to close the distance first, her right sole was thrust directly at Li-Mei’s throat! Then she followed by spinning in place, swinging the same leg around to strike at the girl’s head with a spinning back kick!

“I don’t recall saying you have any choice in this. You are going to help me, whether you want to or not.”

True, Li-Mei was being just a tad bit generous of her apt description of Minerva. But she already knew it all. The accolades, the women she had beaten, hentai or not. However, such reputations are harder to shake off and it was enough to rile up the Chinese-Dane as she stood towards Li-Mei. Though she did deserve that. Karma has a way of biting people at the right time.

She assumed as much that it was perhaps about revenge. What other reason would she be back here of all places? It was the same with Wichapi and it is the same now with this woman here. As to why Minerva came to Li-Mei other than the woman that had just face-fucked into a quivering, pleading and orgasming mess was beyond the Oriental Rose. That is until she heard that Minerva wanted to send a message.

Did the message require Minerva to quite literally stab her heels right into the knees of Li-Mei? That was one question that came to mind as she was caught in such a cheap shot. Well, somewhat cheap, a kick to the crotch would be more apt, but dirty all the same. Searing and excruciating pain radiated on her knees, it was just as uncomfortable. The Chinese woman was more focused on the pain that she didn’t clock that Minerva was just casually slipping off her high heels before the Oriental Rose without care or pity. Minerva made her intentions known. And Li-Mei wasn’t going to stand for it. Fighting through the jarring pain, the Oriental Rose shot forth her palm towards the devious Dane, seeking to put an end to whatever Minerva had planned for her. She wasn’t going to be used as a messenger and neither is she going to be used for whatever sadistic actions the woman was intending to do. Her palm strike came in with the intention to hurt. To do damage. She figured Minerva deserved that much.

It is a shame that it didn’t reach.

Or rather, Minerva was quicker on the draw. Coupled with the fact that she had a longer reach than Li-Mei, the Dane caught the Oriental Rose with a powerful kick, and her stocking-clad sole struck and crushed her throat. Li-Mei gasped and coughed, her breathing compromised as her eyes widen with shock. That kind of force, it was as if Minerva intended to do that, to maximize pain and discomfort as she clutched her throat. It wasn’t the best place to be hit in and already she was panicking. Which would soon prove costly in her failure to defend it as one sole came towards her face hard, big enough to near cover Li-Mei’s face before the same right sole that struck her throat smashed right into the face with unbelievable force!

“PUUUUGGHH!” Her head snapped back violently, the footing that she had wasn’t as strong after the two shots to her knees and so she flew back before landing harshly on the gym floor. While not concrete, it certainly wasn’t the canvas or the tatami of the mats. Landing on her back and to her side, Li-Mei looked dazed, blinking hard at the ceiling as if she was hit by a baseball bat!

The collision of her sole with Li-Mei’s pretty face felt positively delightful to the sadistic Dane. Even if she had never really been a renowned kickboxer, Minerva was tall, strong, athletic and quick for her size, all small but important factors in making her kick as devastating as it had been. Now the Oriental Rose lay sprawled on the floor before her, deliciously vulnerable.

Minerva strode to the girl and immediately set about removing her clothes. She wouldn’t be needing them for this. First went the jumper, and the bra beneath it if she was wearing one. Then she pulled her trainers off, tossing them aside with the rest. Finally she grabbed the edge of Li-Mei’s leggings as well as the panties underneath, and pulled both down her legs before throwing them with the rest, leaving the girl completely naked.

Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of both of the girl’s ankles and raised her legs up in the air while grinning down at her. “I understand you know a thing or two about kicks. What do you think of mine?” she taunted. Of course she knew Li-Mei was quite dangerous in the ring thanks to her proficiency with her legs. But just as Minerva had once conquered Ari in her WAM domain, now she wanted to do the same here and destroy this kicking specialist using her legs and feet. What better way to crush someone was there than to do it in their own game?

Minerva brought her stocking-covered foot up and pressed it down firmly against Li-Mei’s exposed sex, then immediately began to grind her sole back and forth against it. “During my extended absence, I took it upon myself to study and practice lots of new techniques, specifically for hentai matches,” she said, speaking as if the two were just having a casual conversation. “This is hardly something I can claim to have innovated myself. But I think you’ll find it’s as effective as it is simple. I particularly like the three-pronged shape made by your legs on the outside and mine on the inside while I step on you. I call it The Trident.”

All while she spoke, Minerva never stopped rubbing and grinding her foot against Li-Mei’s pussy. She had already incapacitated the woman with a few powerful, well-placed kicks. But naturally, she fully intended to conquer the Oriental Rose sexually as well as physically.

Li-Mei honestly didn’t know what hit her.

True, this is perhaps the first time in experiencing the power that Minerva had. Wherever or not that was a power that grew since her disappearance or not was still questionable but it still was enough to put the hurt on Li-Mei. But it’s not the fact that the Dane hits hard, it’s more about where she was hitting. Perhaps she knew about Li-Mei’s martial prowess before calling her here, did her research on the Oriental Rose. And those attacks there were meant to be debilitating, intent to incapacitate. And that is a very dangerous mix to have.

Li-Mei could only blink hard and try to shake off the cobwebs, though she is also reminded by that kick to the throat and also the jarring pain on both knees. She writhed on the floor, groaning out as the brief aroma from the stocking lingered somewhat. She was vulnerable, in a position that she’d hate to be in. And there wasn’t anyone around the gym that she could call out to. Not that she was in the state of mind to do so. Especially not in the state of mind to really put up any resistance as Minerva set about in stripping the Oriental Rose of what she has been wearing. From the jumper, the leggings, and the bra and panties that she had underneath, nothing was going to remain on her body. While Li-Mei wasn’t so ashamed of being naked, especially when being so in front of the crowd, this wasn’t one of the times to be stripped of everything. Worse was the way she had to rub it in from the earlier attacks. Which was nothing to boast about considering this wasn’t a fight It was an ambush. Have them on an even playing field in a sanctioned match…

Well, that was all that Li-Mei could think about. However, if’s and buts aren’t going to help matters, though something that pressed right on the exposed sex of Li-Mei brought her to reality somewhat before that something would begin to grind up and down, back and forth and a moan escaped her lips. Her body shuddered and as soon as she looked forward, her eyes were treated to a sight she wasn’t expecting at all. The same stocking-clad foot that struck her body and face was also rubbing up at her sex, the nylon fabric adding to the friction of it all as her pussy throbbed at the stimulation, her back arched as she tried to move her legs, but found them within Minerva’s grasp. Her lips quivered, the waves of pleasure giving somewhat of a distraction from the pain she is feeling on her body, all the while Minerva went about chatting as if they were just having a casual conversation. She didn’t catch much, only that this was called The Trident and that she used the time to practice newer techniques. Her mind flashed back to her championship match with Natasha Loclear and that didn’t bode well at all. Her fingers tried to grip on something but was mostly on the gym floor, all the while her own pussy started to moisten underneath the stockinged foot.

Minerva’s lips stretched into a grin. It could hardly be more evident her technique was working to its full effect. She loved the sight of this woman under her foot, writhing in pleasure at her touch. Slowly at first the Dane brushed and rubbed her stocking-covered foot against Li-Mei’s pussy, giving the Oriental Rose the privilege of feeling every inch of her sole and toes on her sex.

“Well well, what’s this? You seemed so ready for a fight just a minute ago, but now you seem quite compliant. What happened? Could it be you’re getting turned on by my foot?” Minerva taunted with a condescending grin. Clearly she already knew the answer, but she wanted to demoralize Li-Mei even further with that reality. Minerva already knew this was where the girl belonged, but the sadistic Dane wanted to break her mind down until she believed it as well.

Eager pursue that end, MInerva began to increase the speed of her rubbing against Li-Mei’s sex, seeking to push her to an orgasm right here on the floor. But that still wasn’t enough. “Admit that my foot turns you on, slut. Say it!” Continuing the same line of taunting she’d begun a second ago, it was now no longer rhetorical. She wanted Li-Mei to acknowledge it openly and out loud for Minerva to hear.