Akino Sanada vs. Goto Arisawa - Return To Form

Goto ran his tongue over his teeth, making sure that everything was still in working order, nothing looser than he’d like. He was relieved to find that everything seemed to be in place - he’d never been the biggest fans of the dentist’s office, and Akino’s kick had some surprising power to it. She didn’t seem like the striking type, but it was clearly not an area she lacked for talent in. He would stay weary.

Perhaps too weary, though, because as she came sprinting in, that was the sort of thing he was prepared for. He planted his feet, first, and raised his arms, thinking she would attempt a dropkick, but the opposite turned out to be true. Instead, she snatched his arms, brought her thighs around his head, and caught him in a tight triangle choke, locking it with the sort of practiced grace and speed that only came from years of rigorous training.

Impressive. Truly.

He fell to one knee and planted one fist on the floor, while his other arm pressed against her backside and pushed up, desperate to alleviate the pressure. Gritting his teeth, his arm because a mass of surging muscle, but with four limbs working it, there was only so much he could accomplish that way.

Akino had him. For the moment.

Yeeeah...Akino was more than aware of the overtly trumpeted saying about what the definition of insanity was. Engaging with this martial arts master in straight-up fisticuffs was a strategy the cycloptic maid could light in fire and never utilize again. Not when she'd been decked and walloped more than enough times to get the freaking point by now. And despite what her last AFW psych evaluation would have you think, she was perfectly sane enough to know it was time to move on to different strategies. Ones distinctly more up her alley, and were already working gangbusters so far. The big bad karate guru whatever already sacrificing ground to her by taking a knee, and eliciting the first devilish smile on her face since the match began.

One humping thrust came before a torqued tightness of her milky thighs on Goto's arm, which she sensed the muscled strength within once he started flexing. Such raw strength rendered useless between her quivered legs made Akino tingle just all over~...a particular tingle being felt as she perked up with an "Oh~..." once Goto got a handful of her frilly pantied rump. "Aw~...what? Just gonna cop a feel and think no-one noticed? Bad, Bad Boy~...Tell ya what, I'll make ya a deal. I'll release this triangle choke, right here and now...and all you gotta do...is spank my ass..." Akino thrust her hips against his stiffened arm with a purring hum, affectionately nuzzling his entrapped hand against her smooth cheek. "...and tell me you love it. Whaddya say, Mr. Karate~..."

Goto was not in a good position. Akino was stronger, far stronger than she appeared at a casual glance, her legs surging with power that seemed almost impossible for their smooth appearance. He’d seen strength like this before, but never in a form like this, and a part of him was curious what sort of training regimine she employed to create it. Going by her demeanor, it was no accident, hiding raw power behind a sexually pleasing form. Silk covering steel.

But a more real, practical part of him was too worried about the prospect of being knocked unconscious to truly care about that at the moment. He wasn’t going to tap, but this move was devastatingly effective. Her triangle choke was the most well applied he’d suffered through, and he could already feel the effects taking hold, as the blood flow started to slow and threatened to knock him out. He needed to do something, now, and he did have a few options.

He could make for the ropes. They were far away, but not too far. That would leave him open after the break, however, and there was no guarantee she wouldn’t counter him along the way and take advantage in his weakened state.

He could try to slam her into the canvas, but that would take a fair bit of energy, too, and someone of Akino’s caliber would likely see it coming and respond accordingly. She was agile, smart, resourceful. He could see her turning those tables back on him.

But a third option occurred, one that would employ his burgeoning experience as a wrestler, and that was the one he settled on.

”No.”

Goto gave her request that single word answer and planted his feet on the floor, one then the other, starting to rise. Still locked between her legs, he started to rise up, seeming as if he was attempting to lift her along with him, before he suddenly changed tact and pushed forward, piling on top of Akino, and more importantly, pressing her shoulders onto the canvas for a neat pin.

The referee, to her credit, was quick to realize what was happening, and dropped for a quick count, slapping her hands on the mat. ”1…!”

Tch...this guy was no fun at all. The block headed martial artist could have at the very least entertained Akino's suggested method of escaping his current predicament. She was absolutely on the level about it too. Had he placated Akino's thirst driven needs than she would have merrily released the triangle choke, easy peezy. Of course the cycloptic maid may not have offered the same deal about the subsequent submission she'd transfer into rather than release his arm altogether. What? You didn't actually think she was going to grant this stoic stud his freedom just like that, did you? Akino wasn't about to give up her advantageous positioning so easily, and she'd already learned her lessons about underestimating this guy. All those lessons being remembered via the twinging sting in her cheek and throbbing aches in her breasts from where this douche saw fit to pummel the hell out of her. Well...now the tables were turned. And Akino was going to squeeze every last bit of enjoyment out of her triangle choke in every plausible definition of the word.

"Hmph...what kinda way is that for a gentleman to act towards a lady? Can't even accommodate one teeny tiney request. Sorry Big Boy, but you're never gonna get laid at this rate~...But don't you worry, maybe when I have you pinned down and begging for mercy by the end of this, I might just show you a damn good time regardless~..." With that whispered foreplay, Akino would increase the flexing pressure between her taut thighs and get positive goosebumps from feeling his chortled breath wafting between her legs towards her sweet spot. The cosplaying maid sporting a dastardly smirk from knowing how debilitating this this maneuver could be with time, and the distinct coloring on this guy's gawking face meant he'd be sleeping night-night soon enough...until he had to ruin the ride by muscling Akino over and scrunching her into a ball who had it's shoulders leveraged against the canvas for a pin count. "...cute." Akino grumbled out as she eased up on the triangle choke and released his arm, but tucked in her legs as her skirt flapped downward, and extended her legs aiming to shoot her feet right into those ripped pecs of his. "Real...cute!!!"

Goto wasn’t exactly sure why Akino wanted to be spanked, and while he didn’t care too much, he was mildly curious as to her motivations. An attempt to play mind games with him, mess with his head, perhaps? He supposed that made a certain kind of sense, though he had hoped his actions thus far had proven how futile that would be. The woman seemed quite intelligent and skilled without such lewd tactics, and to see such a fine fighter stooping so low was distressing. A part of him wished they could’ve crossed paths before she started wrestling this way, if there ever was such a time. She certainly hadn’t learned this behavior in whatever dojo she hailed from, that was for certain.

If she hadn’t picked up on it from before, he hoped his escape from her move would hammer home the point - whatever games she was into, he wasn’t up for playing them, and he certainly didn’t care about her opinion on his sex life.

As it turned out, his attempt at a pinfall did exactly what it was meant to do, forcing her to choose between squeezing him for two more seconds or losing the match. She made the obvious choice, abandoning the hold straight away, but she left him with a parting gift in the form of a kick to the chest, one that had enough force to knock him back and creative distance between them. His hand went to rub his arm right away, trying to get the feeling back in it, all while he took deep breaths to fill his lungs once more. But he knew he didn’t have the luxury of resting - he needed to retake this advantage, couldn’t give her a moment to recuperate. So.

As Akino rose up, he moved in and went on the attack, raising his leg and fire off a snap kick towards her stomach. Far from his most powerful move, but it was quick and would knock some wind out of her if it connected, two attractive traits at the moment.

In spite of her triangle choke having not accomplished her primary goal of torqueing a submission out of the hardened martial artist, Akino couldn't say for a certainty that the maneuver had been a complete bust. It started whittling down at the fighter's iron-willed resolve with every strained hyper-extension of his arm. Akino could practically hear those sinewy muscle fibers being taxed and taken to their utmost limitations, and now that fatigued arm of his would be taken out of the equation for the foreseeable future. One less arm he could use to pummel her with until he started getting feeling back into it...and if the cycloptic maid could get her rocks off in the process, well that was most definitely a win-win for her. The sights and sounds of this world warrior chortling out gagged breaths whilst in excruciating pain was a scrumptious delight that practically had her heart go all aflutter.

Shame he had to cut their talk time short...well, it's not like he was providing Akino with the most scintillating of conversation anyway. But she let her resentment be known regardless by hiking her booted feet into his pecs after granting him the freedom he wanted when the only other choice was losing the match entirely. Very little else could have compelled the cosplaying maid to relinquish the hold of her own volition, but she stood back up with the consolation prize of Goto now having one less hand to punch her with for a spell. But than the maid learned he was just as adept with kicks as well when he reacted to her getting vertical again by plowing his bare foot directly into her gut, puffing her cheeks out in a billowed gust of exhalation and folding over herself. Shielding her stomach with a quivering wiggle of legs before eventually dropping to her knees in front of Goto, Akino coughed savagely before sneaking a spiteful glare up at the bearded hobo...

Goto had to take a second to step back after that kick, flexing his fingers and tensing the arm that she’d nearly tugged off. Pain, extreme pain. Akino had done quite a number on him in a short amount of time, and while he wasn’t completely inhibited, it would be a couple of minutes before he could fight at his 100%. Time that she could, potentially, make his situation even worse.

But he was in a good position now, with his kick leaving Akino hurting, bringing her down to her knees and putting her in an open position. One that he fully intended to take advantage of, no matter how intense the glare she sent his way.

Knowing that his time would be short, Goto moved in on his opponent quickly. It was tempting to simply keep applying pressure with with strikes, his strongest asset, but he was of a mind to go for something different. A submission. A way to not only weaken her, but buy time to recover for himself.

Throwing himself into her, he pounced and pushed her to the ground, mounting her front. He didn’t stay on top of her long, however - his aim would become clear soon enough, as he grabbed her by the arm, pulled it between his legs, and fell to his side, attempting to put her into an armbar. Goto been working on improving his submission game in his travels, and now felt like a good time to put all of that to use.

Akino was earnestly surprised how quickly one's immediate priorities can shift so suddenly right in the middle of a match. One second the cycloptic maid was thinking about nothing more than maintaining her offensive momentum after her efforts finally managed to create a chink in that stalwart armor of his...and the next second she was far more concerned with keeping her afternoon lunch a secret after she'd gotten thrust kicked right into her goddamn stomach. She'd already sworn off underestimating this guy, but even that wasn't enough to prevent having her learn the hard way that his kicks were just as dangerous as his punches. It felt like a sawed off tree trunk getting plowed top first right into her breadbasket, so she was going to need a minute here to start breathing regularly again. Although she'd also be spending that minute to start seething and offer a comment that probably didn't need to be said.

"Dyokay...startin to get REAL tired of you pummeling me-What the?!" Akino balked from the uptight martial artist outright tackling her to the canvas in a position that was provocative to say the least. Goto's shredded musculature mounting her commandingly, and allowing imaginations to run rampant as Akino reflexively slung an arm over his her broad back and breathed in his musk by panting against his neck as her supple softness squirmed and struggled beneath him. Normally, having a jacked and sweaty bod straddling her was the end of what Akino would consider a fun date, but she soon realized it was only going to be her who was fucked once she felt Goto clamp onto her arm and begin extending it to the side. The sadistic submissionist gnashing her teeth but immediately interlocked the fingers of her hands together while meagerly twisting in the opposite direction, but countering the armbar was a long-shot considering those muscles of his were not just for show.

Akino seemed fairly taken off guard, by Goto’s attempt at a submission, and rightly so - not that she could know this, but it was something he would never have considered using two years ago, back during his initial AFW foray. Walking the world had taught him to diversify, that he needed to be proficient at more than strikes. This was part of that, and though he couldn’t claim to be anywhere near the level of the woman he was fighting against, he took some small pleasure in the sound she made after he locked it in. The closest he would receive to a compliment, if he had to wager.

In a show of Akino’s prowess, she was able to keep him from fully powering down on the hold right away, locking her fingers to ward him off. Good reflexes - she clearly knew how to protect himself from the kind of abuse she so haughtily put others through. So he was faced with two choices: either keep at his current move or try a different tact.

He was here now, making decent progress, so the current path worked for him. He planted his foot against her elbow then straightened up with all the strength she could muster, looking to rip her fingers apart and secure the hold.

All innuendos aside, Akino wanted to have none of whatever this lunkhead had intended for her after bum-rushing the cosplaying maid to the floor like this. Akino would have given anything at the time to get this big...admittedly ripped martial artist the hell off of her already since she knew that this was the worst possible scenario she could be in given the dangerously close proximity her scowling face was to those massive haymakers of his. But than he suddenly switched positions and thoroughly proved Akino wrong by introducing a brand new worst possible scenario the instant he started yanking her arm to the side.

"You goddamn mother-!!!" Akino colorfully growled out in the midst of her frantic panicking, aggressively stamping her booted feet onto the canvas while keeping her netted fingers interlocked for the moment. Until that moment ended when he started putting those swole muscles of his to work and yanked her arm in his direction until it was finally straightened out and in excruciating agony. The maid's seething grimace being obscured beneath the hobo's outstretched leg as she clawed onto his legs with her free arm, for now resisting as best she could both the electric pangs shooting through her arms and the referee asking for a submission...