Sakura Matou Vs Asher Faulk

Match Type: BDSM Dungeon Match. Match takes place in a padded BDSM style dungeon with all kinds of toys and setups. The goal is to tie up your opponent and make them submit using the items in the Dungeon. There is a time limit for each time you tie your opponent up. Starting at 2min, then 4min, 8min, 15min, 30min and finally an Hour. At an hour each time after that is always an hour.

For all the matches Asher was expecting in this league, this match was at the bottom of his list. So far at the bottom, that it wasn't even on the freaking list. What kind of match was this? Who came up with these things? A BDSM Dungeon match? Was this just made up to mess with him and his opponent? That's really what it was starting to feel like because he hadn't seen anything like this before. Unfortunately, though, it didn't matter. He had to do it or face getting fired, and he really needs the money so, all he could do was head towards the area where this match was taking place. Of course, it wouldn't be in the ring. Instead, it was going to be in a special area of Tension for matches that had special stipulations and needed special setups. It reminded him of his match at that one girl's house. That was an experience he'd not forget anytime soon. Stepping up outside the door for the place, he took in a deep breath and brush his hand through his hair as the worked up the nerve to step inside.

After getting over his nerves he reached out opening the door and steps inside to the dungeon. First impressions were always effective, and in this situation, this first impression was a bit overwhelming. The room was padded like he knew it would be in deep red padding that seemed to give the whole room a sinister color. There were toys around that he didn't even recognize and what looked like places to suspend people up or bend them over and shackle them in. He gulped at some of the floggers, whips, and chains that were there. Also, the strapon makes him shudder...he hadn't expected something like that to be here. Taking a deep breath he shakes his head and moves to the area for him to take his clothes off. Pulling off a jacket, tie and dress shirt he was left in nothing but a pair of athletic black pants. With that, he was ready and could only wait for his opponent to finally show up. He was breathing quickly, nervous and excited all at the same. He was curious as to who he was going to actually be facing for this type of match.

asher:

Sakura sighed when she saw the match she had been allocated this time around. Once more, her sadistic manager had dumped her into a BDSM match. Only, this time, she had been loaned out to the tension promotion, to fight against a male opponent. One who could potentially fuck her, along with the usual torture. Still, there was one good point, at least this fight wasn't a POW battle, so her defeat wouldn't be followed by hours of torture at the hands of some sadist. As painful as the fight would be, at least this time the level of pain was within her own control. If she couldn't take any more, she could simply submit and end the fight. Plus, from what she had heard from Likiliki, this opponent was a little weaker than her previous ones, and rather vulnerable to sexual attacks. If she fought well and used her endurance to survive the abuse he put her through, she could possibly even triumph. And, combined with her recent shock victory over her namesake, that could perhaps give her a bit more control over her bookings, leaving her able to avoid being thrown into the most painful and humiliating matches her manager could find.

Feeling a little better about the fight than she originally had, Sakura pushed open the door to the specially-made arena and stepped inside. What she saw inside surprised even her. The room was a dungeon, padded with a deep red padding which made it look extremely sinister. In the centre of the room was a matted area for fighting. Surrounding that were a variety of bondage and torture devices, including several wooden horses, pillories, X-frames and all sorts of other apparatus. Meanwhile, on the walls hung a huge variety of equipment. There were ropes, chains, handcuff, whips, clamps, weights, cattle prods, tasers, needles, dildos, vibrators and all kinds of other devices. Every possible way you could think of to restrain and torture someone was covered. This fight could be utterly hellish, for both her and her opponent.

Looking around further, she saw her opponent waiting in the corner, wearing nothing more than a pair of tracksuit trousers. Her eyes raked over his body appreciatively, enjoying the view, her body heating up slightly at the thought of being at his mercy, or of having him at hers. Still thinking of the possibilities, she walked over towards the changing area and removed the dress she had worn to the site, along with her shoes, exposing her rather revealing wrestling outfit. Then, she turned to greet her opponent.

"Hello, I'm Sakura, nice to meet you", she said with a smile, bowing politely as she did so. "Should we get started?"

Once the greetings were done, Sakura would take her place on the mat in the centre of the room and await the referee's signal. Then, she would take up a defensive position, preparing for her opponent's initial assault.

Sakura in dress:

Sakura's wrestling outfit:

Asher wasn't sure what he was expecting of his opponent but the gorgeous girl who walked in was definitely not in his realm of consideration. Though he wasn't going to complain about that, she was gorgeous and seemed, excited for this match at least. Even though he felt more nervous and unsure than anything, but he was going to give it his all and hopefully pull out a win. His mind went a bit blank though as she stripped down into that one piece and his cheeks turned even redder than they had been when she looked him over so blatantly. Shaking his head he took a deep breath and moved over to the mats where she was waiting for him and gave her a smile. "Yes, we should. I hope you're ready for this match!"

With them both, on the mat, he got his hands up and considered how he was going to approach this and took a moment to consider her and look her over. They were around the same height and size so it was all pretty even it seemed. Feeling a little more confident he suddenly rushed forward and reached out to try and snatch her right hand. He was going to try and twist it around while stepping behind her and put her right into a hammerlock!

Sakura smiled politely back at her opponent.

"Yes, I'm ready", she said.

As she awaited the start of the fight, Sakura felt nervous, worried about the pain and humiliation that would be inflicted upon her. Even so, she didn't let it distract her from taking up her defensive position, her hands raised ready to parry or block her opponent's strike. Then, once he was off-balance, she would follow it up with a counter-attack.

Unfortunately, though, Sakura was expecting him to attempt to strike her and, as such, she was caught somewhat off-guard when her opponent rushed in at high speed, intending to grab her hand. Reacting as quickly as possible, she did her best to pull her arm out of the way whilst swinging to punch him with her other hand. But, unfortunately for her, her opponent was simply too fast and, by the time her attack was able to land, he had already grabbed her hand and stepped behind her, taking her arm with him.

Unable to do anything to resist his attack, Sakura soon found her arm pinned begind her back, trapped in a very uncomfortable hammerlock. As her opponent wrenched her hand painfully upwards, Sakura grimaced and gritted her teeth, doing her best to resist the pain and seek a means to escape. In desperation, she swung her leg backwards, hoping to land a solid kick to her opponent's crotch, but she doubted it would have any success, and she continued to think, trying to work out a way to free herself from this hold.

Luckily Asher had stepped in close to Sakura and was able to avoid getting his crotch destroyed by her. Smiling he continued to wrench her arm up, ramping up the pain. This was just to wear her down really. He knew the real name of the game was to wear her down and tie her up. Still though it was going to be easier said than done. So after taking a moment to consider the situation he decided to quickly switch it up and go for another move.

Letting go of her wrist suddenly he'd move to shoot his arms around her stomach wrapping them around her waist tightly. If he could pull this off the plan was to brace himself and go for the immediate release german suplex and send her sprawling out on the mat. It was risky as the match was just starting, however if he could pull it off he would have a clear edge.

Sakura let out a yelp of pain as her hand was wrenched painfully upwards. With a pained grimace set on her face, Sakura spent a few moments considering her options, before moving to counter his attack. Leaning to the side, she lifted her arm over her shoulder, aiming to hook it underneath his. Just before she could make her move, however, her opponent suddenly released his grip on her wrist, and instead moved to wrap his arms around her waist, completely negating the effectiveness of Sakura's attack.

Not having expected such a sudden change of tactic from her much-faster opponent, Sakura was caught completely off-guard. As such, she could do absolutely nothing to defend herself, and she soon found herself flying through the air as he performed a German Suplex. She let out a gasp of pain as her back crashed into the thinly-padded floor, sending jolts of agony shooting down her spine. Momentarily incapacitated, she lay on the floor, clutching her back in pain as she recovered from the attack. Then, as quickly as she possibly could, she attempted to scramble back to her feet, hopefully before her opponent could launch another attack.

Asher was all over his opponent in the opening minutes of the match, moving from a hammerlock, into a german suplex and sending her down hard. He laid down for a few seconds after landing the hit, big moves like that took it out of him, he really wasn't that strong to pull them off to many times. With a grunt he rolled up back to his feet and turned to face his opponent was already scrambling up.


She was back towards her feet quicker than expected, but he needed to keep the pressure on her. Deciding to go all out he charged right at her hoping to catch her off guard. Bringing his arm up he was going for a clothesline right across her chest and send her right back down to the mat!

As she struggled to her feet, clutching her back and grimacing from the pain, Sakura was surpised to see that her opponent had taken almost as long to recover from his attack as she had. But, nevertheless, the small advantage he had gained, combined with the pain in Sakura's back and his far higher speed, meant that she wasn't truly prepared when he rushed at her. His outstretched arm slammed into Sakura's chest, sending her flying back to the ground once more.

The pain was less this time, but nevertheless Sakura grimaced as her back crashed into the ground. Once more, she lay there only momentarily, before making an effort to scramble back to her feet, hopefully before her opponent could take advantage of her helplessness to inflict further pain on her or, even, to tie her up as the match stipulations demanded.

It seemed that he was just all over his opponent at this point of the match as his arm smashed right against her chest and sent her right back down to the mat. Looking down at her he took a moment to consider his option, whether he should go for another move or try to go for tying her up already. It might be risky, but taking first blood in a match like this could give him an edge.

Not taking to much time to decide he rushed to go grab a length of rope that was hanging on the rope while she was left on the ground. Plucking it up and turning to look at her he turned and ran back to her while she scrambled up towards her feet. Looping the rope in a slip not he tried to get himself behind her while she got up reaching out to snatch her arm and pull it towards him putting the first loop around her wrist.

Sakura struggled to her feet as quickly as possible, her back still aching from the earlier suplex. But, unfortunately for Sakura, her opponent was quicker and, by the time she was ready to push herself back up to her feet, he had already positioned himself behind her, reaching out to grab her arm and slip a rope around one of her wrists.

A horrified look formed on Sakura's face as she realised how dangerous the position she was in was. Still off-balance, she was unable to do much more than swing her other arm forwards, attempting to keep it out of his reach as she regained her footing. If that succeeded and he did not take any other steps to control her movements, eventually Sakura would swing herself around to face him, giving herself a chance to fight back. If it did not work, however, then she knew that she would be spending the next two minutes suffering whatever torments he felt like inflicting upon her.