Akino Sanada vs. Goto Arisawa - Return To Form

Match Type: Hentai+
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, knockout or forcing your opponent to an orgasm.

Goto stood on the roof of the Tension arena, one foot placed on the edge while the other was a step back. He planted his feet firm as he looked out over the night sky, resisting the strong wind that blew over him. Careful not to fault, minding his placement. It was needlessly dangerous, he knew, and if Natsu were here she’d likely chide him, saying it was silly for him to be up in his gi right before he had his comeback match, that he’d catch the flu. She was like their mother in some ways.

But, while he’d concede that she was right, he still wouldn’t come down just at those words. Not yet. He had take in the scene, smell the air, hear the sounds of the bustling city below. Kyoto’s energy. It’s pure essence. It’s vibe.

He’d missed this place. He didn’t think he would, but he did.

Goto had wandered the world since he left Japan, trying to improve and fight a variety of opponents. India, Russia, Germany, the UK, Spain, Canada, Brazil, Egypt, South Africa - he’d set foot and shed blood on every continent shy of Antarctica, a feat that few in history could ever claim. So many different styles, so many different people. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. Sometimes he made good friends, sometimes he made bitter rivals. It was a constant learning experience, one that he relished, as he learned just how small he was and just how big the world of martial arts truly was. He was the frog in a well, finally escaping to see the ocean.

The world was so vast, and he had so much left to see...but he had to come home Japan called to him. Tension called to him.

He could hear the crowd rumbling beneath his bare feet, thousands and thousands of feet rattling the stands, all those mouths yelling and talking and cheering. When he’d first started in Tension, he hadn’t cared much for them, far more focused on supporting his sister and sifting out whatever challenges this league could muster for him, disdainful of those who came to just watch a skinshow. Now, he could respect the art of wrestling, the performance, the dedication that was needed to put your life on the line for the fans.

So much to learn, so much to still understand. Goto was back in Tension to expand his horizons, and that would start tonight with Akino Sanada and a special sort of match.

The door behind him opened with a slow creak, as one of the crewmembers popped her head out and looked his way. ”Mr. Arisawa?” She called out, and Goto looked her way over his shoulder. ”It’s time.”

A few minutes later, and Goto found himself going down the ramp, his new theme music sounding out all around him. The crowd didn’t seem to remember him well, giving him scattered applause and cheers. Understandable, he hadn’t been in the league long and made little of an impact, not to mention he looked like such a different man now. Larger, a new gi, a beard, and many more differences beneath the surface. Time would tell how much they benefited him.

Eager to begin, he made his way up the step, slipping through the ropes, and promptly strode over to his corner. He dipped down and started working on his stretches, getting limber as his music began to fade.

Akino should have have become a master of her own destiny way sooner than she thought. Indentured servitude to Chloe may have been an oddly therapeutic pastime, and one that helped her migrate through one of the more massive depression pits in her life thanks to it keeping her mind occupied with laborious work and being in constant companionship with someone...but that weird arrangement obviously couldn't last forever. And after breaking off her bonds and striking out on her own...she'd found herself to be free in ways she'd never imagined. Free to start collecting on some old debts by roughing up the friends of people she felt wronged her in the past. Free to not be so torn to shreds whenever she ends up staring up at the ceiling at the end of her matches. And most importantly, free to fight to her heart's content in a fashion far more savagely brutal or lusciously depraved than she had in the past, whether it be in the typical wrestling ring or when she scratches her fighting itch in underground arenas where the money is better and the rules are, let's just say, far more liberal when it comes to what's allowed whenever you step into that octagon shaped cage with patches of light-red they could never quite clean out.

But here she was. Back in her old stomping grounds and currently waltzing down familiar hallways after having gotten decked out in her Sunday best maid attire. Twirling a silver pair of handcuffs around her index-finger as she confidently strode towards the gorilla position to the echoed theme song of the guy who just went on ahead of her. It was confidence she felt was well justified considering she's yet to be defeated in Tension by anyone of the male variety in all of her time spent here, earning her the locker-room murmured title of The Man-Eater. It was a streak she intended to keep alive by the end of the night, but the Tension higher-ups supposedly lined up one hell of an opponent for her given this guy's fighting history looked more like a freaking world atlas map. She was actually kinda flattered knowing that Tension management upped her threat level to the point where they'd only be throwing the best of the best at her now, and the thought alone had her tickled pick and dying to see what this Goto Arisawa was all about...

A more melodic and melancholic version of Akino's theme began playing alongside the sadistic maid making her determined stride out from behind the curtain and down the ramp. Donning her frilly maid outfit with thigh high stockings and skirt that bounced slightly with each step. Ice cold intensity honing in on her lone opponent as she continued twirling about her silver hand-cuffs. Never acknowledging the small pockets of fans having taken a shine to her...and this disregard continued onward once she started setting her sight on the strapping martial artist stretching about in the ring. The most devilish of smirks creeping across her face as she stopped her twirling to pocket her handcuffs before sliding in underneath the bottom rope, and ascended with a leggy extension that her popping out her rump in a manner that oozed sensuality. Standing upright and tapping her bottom lip with her index finger as she strolled forward and started drinking Goto in. Top to Bottom. "Hmm~...Guess there's no point in asking if you work out. I should probably be asking if you do anything else...*giggle*...Like the beard, even though it might feel kinda rough to my poor skin once I get started...Oh, name's Akino by the way."

There was a time, not too long ago in the grand scheme of things, that Goto would have immediately took a dim view of Akino. Before she threw a punch, before she made a move, before she even said a single word, he would have seen her in this fetching attire and written her off as a joke of a woman, a walking fetish object who wasn’t fit to be in the same ring as him. He would’ve taken her very presence on the canvas as an insult to sacred ground, and refused to take her seriously. He might have even forfeited the match.

A great many things had changed since those days, however, and Goto liked to think himself a more open minded man. ‘Woke’, though he didn’t care much for the term. So, while he would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least skeptical of his opponent, because of her attire, her lascivious demeanor, and her curious decision to fight with only one eye, he was willing to allow that, perhaps, a worthy warrior was waiting within, and that there was one way to be sure.

”Goto Arisawa. It’s an honor to face you, Akino-san.” He placed his feet together and gave her a full bow, before moving into his stance. Bouncing on his heels, one fist up for defense with the other at the ready, his body slightly turned her way. He could already feel the tension rising, the coming energy that flowed into him every time a fight started.

Goto indulged himself with a smile, before hardening and gripping his fist tight. ”I’m ready when you are. Come at me from any direction you like!”

Akino was definitely going to need to start spending more time in Tension again if this was what the current crop of new recruits was looking like. The smudged judo gi which has seen better days and lack of attention to basic grooming habits were all clues to her that this guy was as devout a martial artist as they come. She just hoped the guy remembered to shower every now and again, but regardless, he looked to be just the type of iron-willed competitor she delighted in sparring with...and after dusting off their knuckles on the other with some limb-torquing submissions tossed in for fun, the maid could indulge herself in testing just how resilient that iron will of their's is before it starts being melted down under the perfect steamy temperatures.

"Well...threaten me with a good time, why don't cha?" Akino replied with a sensuous yet predatorial drawl, kindly returning his respectful bow with a dainty curtsy. Fingers picking up the sides of her frilly maid outfit with her one leg curled behind her other in a graceful bit of showmanship she played along with before they got down to the nitty gritty. She pulled down on her gloves to make sure they were nice and snug before beginning to approach Goto with a sashaying sway to her hips and smirk all her own. "Doubt this is your first time in a fight, but it might just be your first time in a Tension ring, Big Guy. Oh but don't worry, I'd be more than thrilled to get you acclimated to how things work around-" Akino stopped herself with a surprise lunging roundhouse kick aimed right to the side of his bearded face.

At first glance, Goto would knock Akino for taking such a lackadaisical approach, sashaying towards him with that seductive stroll. It seemed like she wasn’t taking this seriously, all about teasing and taunting and giving him little concern. That would only be the first glance, however, and a deeper study gave him greater insight. He had come across opponents like this, ones who tried to hide their true intentions behind strange actions. Like a sword brought forth from the sheath, they approached concealed and drew at the last moment, striking with surprising power and speed.

As she came his way, Goto didn't drop his guard. Didn't falter. Didn’t let up. As it turned out, this was precisely the right thing to do.

Goto raised his arm in time to block a roundhouse kick meant for his head, and no weak one at that. It seemed her outfit served another purpose besides enticement, hiding the full extent of her strength. Her could see the definition in her legs, but a kick like this required more than that - a solid core, for one thing.

Being impressed wouldn’t stop him from counterattacking, however. He took a step in and returned fire, shooting his arm out with a strong palm thrust towards her chest. Hardly his best move, but it would push her back out of range and give her a good taste of the power he commanded, enough to make her rethink her approach. An unsure opponent was a more hesitant one, and hesitation lead to openings.

”It’s not my first time in a Tension ring.”

Whenever paired up with them in her underground tournament days, Akino had come to find that the stoic martial-artist types were always the toughest nuts to bust up...pun decidedly intended. All that discipline, focused intensity, and rigid fortitude were like defensive layers that Akino had to peel down one at a time until she'd finally had them wrestled down to the concrete flooring. Typically where'd they be end up submitting with frantic tapping once they started hearing one too many pops in their hyper-extended limb...or submitting in a whole different way after she'd started straddling their battered musculature and when they only thing left "rigid" about them was what she felt poking up at her pantied crotch. But whichever way this transpired was entirely up to Goto and if he got her sufficiently worked up...

"Tch..." Shit. She figured that'd work. Instead she wound up clicking her teeth from having hit nothing but the back of Goto's hand, indeed proving himself no stranger to Tension's ways. Evident further still from having little issue with striking a lady. In this case right betwixt Akino's supple breasts with a palm strike that had her body tremble on impact, time somewhat coming to a standstill with a slight dilatation to the maid's eye before she was repelled backward to a skidded stop of her sneakers and uptick to her skirt. Akino flinching with a bit of slouch to her posture and hand to her bosom, winded and taking a few breathes before locking her single eye on him. "...I noticed. And yet you still held back on that one. Not a great plan..." Akino sprinted forward and went for a baseball slide right between his legs, than attempting to pop up and introduce his chiseled midriff with the blunt side of her knee.

Hm. Akino was still standing after that hit. Impressive.

Goto could already suspect that this woman was made of hardier stuff than she might’ve appeared, but the way she recovered from his blow confirmed it. Good, stable posture. Resilience. A clear mind. That blow could knock bigger people than her flat, had done so before, so it came down to her ability to withstand attacks and persist. Not a trait that was easily gained.

Her accusation of holding back made him quirk an eyebrow - had he? He didn’t think so, but it was always possible that some of his old habits were dying hard, some antiquated part of his mind still telling him to hold back against women. It was something he would have to work on repressing if that were the case, especially since the woman was bringing the fight straight to her. Now.

Akino moved in once again, appearing to try and take him head on again - not the best idea, which is why it was all a ruse. Goto stepped in, looking to hit her with another palm, but this time she went low and nimbly slid through his opened legs, making her way behind. He turned about as fast as he could, but Goto’s fastest wasn’t fast enough - he was tagged with a stiff knee to the stomach. Her speed made up for any lack of power, shooting deep into his hardened pectorials, enough to make him grimace.

Goto was stunned for a brief moment, but no longer. Wanting to put some space between them, he returned fire with an elbow to her chest, just enough to push her back into range for a better attack - namely, a swift backfist delivered by that same arm, targeting the side of her face.

The palm strike had indeed left her shaken, rattled, and somewhat rolled...but what Akino was inferring to by chastising Goto about his withheld strength, was that it lacked...something. Whenever she was fighting tooth and nail in those fighting pits, for all the varying martial arts styles those jokers came at her with, each and every one brought something to the table that was practically a prerequisite to brawling in that seedy hellhole...and that was a killing intent. The savage instinct to come at your adversary with a vicious resolve, and something that she figured a stoic stiff like Goto would have been prepared to bring to the table given how much of a martial artist hobo he looked like. The battle-hardened maid taking it upon herself to capitalize on his oversight by utilizing her swift-footed speed and agility while he was still attempting to figure out what she was talking about.

Akino wisely baseball sliding right between Goto's widened legs and popping back up to her feet behind him just as nimbly. Greeting her adversary with her knee being plunged right into his abdomen...which she could swear was nothing but toned muscle, a small part of her wondering if this lunkhead would have even felt it. Luckily for her, he did. However, unluckily for her, Goto responded not with a huddled over coughing fit, but the pointy end of his elbow being plowed into her jumblies again to a grimacing snarl, and the back of his bare fist being mushed into the side of her face in a one-two offensive response. The cycloptic maid recoiling backward with a bit of spinning momentum that even had one of her booted feet leave the canvas, but in her own act of bitter and reflexive reprisals, at the last second she'd balance on her one standing leg and attempt a crescent kick to the side of Goto's head before she herself flopped down to the floor in a stunned daze.

Perfect - his combo had done its job well. Not only had the blow launched Akino back, but it put her in his best range. As long as they maintained this distance, the advantages were firmly on his side. He had been a bit weary about striking her in the face, noticing the clear lack of vision that this woman had, but he was able to push those concerns out of his mind. She made the decision to fight with such a handicap. Whether it was a true injury or a cosmetic choice, he couldn’t operate around and sacrifice his style. He wouldn’t complain about such a thing on his side, and so he had little qualms in playing it to his advantage, whether on purpose or by accident.

He knew precisely how to follow up, as well. Taking a step forward, he moved his hands to the side, reeled back, and prepared to send her even further back with one of his more effective techniques. ”Hadou-”

Goto was cutoff in mid-motion and mid-word, as Akino let loose with a desperate - but fast and powerful - kick, nailing him squarely in the jaw. The move was well-timed, hitting him at a crucial moment, and it sent him staggering back with a clouded head. His body went back into stance after a few staggered feet, but it was already too late. She was out of range now and recovering.

”I see.” Tightening his fists and moving back into his stance, he rubbed his sore chin against his shoulder before he began to step back Akino’s way, looking out for retaliation as he neared.

Desperate times...etc, and so forth. In the milliseconds Akino had after being walloped in the face, her savage and spiteful instinct kicked in to make one last ditch attempt at connecting cleanly after everything else she'd thrown at the stoic martial artist had been blocked and/or shrugged off. Whereas Akino had been less than lucky in that department. She knew she couldn't come away from two consecutive offensive volleys without so much as making one strike on that smug, yet chiseled jawline of his. Not just for the sake of getting some headway in this match, but for own personal satisfaction as well. As if in one last bit of rebellious defiance against that condescending look of his. Goto no doubt thinking he was better than her, what with this whole noble warrior shtick he has going on...

...god, it pissed her off. Luckily, she made her point as clear as the kick that connected with his face in mid-descent. Akino hitting the canvas with a scowling wince, sitting up with the strange and sickening pain that always comes with being punched in the boobs. TWICE...now. "Yeah...me too." Akino rasped out while rubbing the side of her face, now sporting a scoffing bruise as she arose. It was a mutual acknowledgement between the two polar opposite fighters that this would not be a match ended easily. Akino was curious as to what Goto was babbling on about in regards to that "Hadou" whatever, but not enough to have her hesitate in once again sprinting right at him, but now leaping upward to attempt to catch both his arm and his neck between her legs crossed at her ankles in a flying triangle choke.