Akino Sanada vs. Goto Arisawa - Return To Form

As Goto reeled on the floor, caressing his aching back and hissing, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had fallen into a past mistake. Underestimating women had been one of his biggest downfalls before, and he had hoped to not fall into the sins of the past, to not take his opponent’s skills for granted regardless of the gender. And yet, here he was. Had he underestimated Akino’s resolve? Discounted her perseverance?

That was a fair takeaway, but this was a problem that could be rectified, he was sure of that.

He was in the process of doing that, rising up to a sit, when Akino pounced on him before he had the chance. She was smaller, yes, but leverage and initiative were on her side, and she was able to get on top of him with ease. Before he could throw her off, she wrapped her gloved hands around his throat, clamped on tight, and squeezed away with manic glee.

Tough as he was, strong as he was, this was a type of attack that he could do little against. He thrashed about her, jerking about, but she rode him with disturbing ease, crushing one of the weakest parts of his body. If not for the referee, it would’ve been even direr situation, but she intervened before things reached the point of no return, making Akino relent.

”You-” His protest was cut short by a sharp forearm to the face, knocking him flat again and leaving him to rot on the floor. Far from the most dignified position, he laid there, wincing for a moment, before he rolled over and made another attempt at standing up.

Goto was getting the impression that Akino didn’t much care for him.

Akino tended to philosophize that Love and Hate were just two sides of the same coin. In the end they were equally just powerful, obsessive, and nigh-fanatical emotions felt towards one person for reasons that determined which side of the coin it felt upon. Well, as the currently psychotically deranged sadist could attest to, her coin had plum landed right on it's side. Equating to Akino just loving the sight of this handsome, gorgeous, and rugged mountain man just getting the absolute shit choked out of him by Akino's gloved hands cranking down on his windpipe with all of the hate she could muster. All of Goto's self-righteous honor combined with this infuriating prick clobbering the hell out of her and most importantly, never once hitting on her despite her practically throwing up flare signals at the beginning of the match had the unintended effect of driving the cycloptic maid straight over the edge.

Akino's expertise at throttling the martial artist for as long as she could came from her knowing all too well about riding big boys like Goto, she even just so happens to prefer being the one on top. His granite chiseled abdomen making for spine tingling friction against her panty clad muff as she undulated her hips while bearing witness to Goto struggle and squirm for precious oxygen. Akino being undecided as to which sensation was getting her off more, but both would have to come to an abrupt conclusion with a swatting forearm strike from the referee's chastising her for the choke and spoiling all of her fun. The martial artist's shuffled over onto his stomach with no objection, but once the sadistic maid was shown his back she immediately latched herself on to him with a far more legal rear naked choke. Both of her ankles crossing in front of his waist as she snuggled all over him from behind with whispered words. "You just got me all twisted up inside, you know that? Mmm, I dunno whether we should fight or fuck anymore..."

For a woman her size, Akino’s grip was surprisingly steely, digging her fingers into Goto’s neck with no small degree of force. Needless to say, but he found himself grateful that he had resisted his earlier impulse, to request that this be hardcore match - he could tell from the look in his foe’s eye, that wild, insane grin, that she would have eagerly choked him straight into unconsciousness if she had the chance to do so.

Here, though, he had the referee pull them apart before it could come to that, leaving Goto to choke and sputter after she pulled away. It was not a good spot to be in, but he could recover. He only needed a few, precious moments.

It seemed as if Akino could sense that, because she had no interest in giving him that time. He had only begun to rise when she came on top of him and clamped down, wrapping her arm around his throat and her legs around his middle. His body surged with power, bulging with muscle, was a tower of pure force, but it didn’t matter like this. She rendered it all useless with her precision, going where he was most vulnerable.

A cagey, wily opponent, he wouldn’t deny her that, even if her methods were more than a little unorthodox. And yes, he was quite aware of what she was trying to do with all her ear whispering and grinding. It wouldn’t faze him in the way she intended, but he understood the logic.

For now, his thoughts were solely on survival. He pulled at her arm to alleviate some of the pressure, then planted his other palm flat on the floor, trying to make his way up to his feet despite her efforts. He was getting weaker, things were getting hazy, but he wasn’t out. Not yet.

What can Akino say? Sometimes her tenacity just gets the better of her. Much like her sadistic impulses when it comes to throttling the shit out of some bearded block-head whose been pummeling her all goddamn night. Denying the martial artist any breathes she could was quickly becoming her go to strategy considering it was the most vulnerable part of not just his body, but the human body as a whole. All those ripped muscles of his weren't going to do him any good if he was lulled into an unconscious stupor via not getting enough precious blood to the brain. Akino's had her fair share of muscled simpletons go night night when squaring off with her in the octagon and underestimate her into thinking they were in for a one hitter quitter before a night on the town. Well, they were right about it being a quick match, but not for who.

"Gonna try to out-muscle me is that it, big boy?...Mmm~...That's right, just go all diesel on me, Samson. Get back up to your feet, show me you're a man, and maybe I'll let you loose..." Akino slyly teased relenting in the sleeper-hold she further clamped down upon, purring from the rock hard musculature flexing beneath her and how her dampened womanhood took liberties with grinding against him to her salacious and sadistic pleasure. Of course, whatever reward Goto hoped to be presented with upon staggering back up to his feet would instead just be a reward for Akino. The cycloptic maid shifting herself upside-down once the martial artist had started getting vertical so his left and right arm would hyper-extended to his side. All while a snug pair of milky white thighs were mushed against both sides of his head in her notorious Kumonosu finisher...

"Ah, who am I kidding? You probably knew I was lyin anyway, right?"

Every fight wasn’t only about winning and losing, but about learning. Goto was of the mind to improve every time he entered the ring, to come out through the ropes better than he entered. All styles had something to teach him. With that in mind, what could he learn from Akino?

The value of submissions, for certain. To be more direct in his moves, and give his opponent less room to breath. Oh, and to not avoid angering one-eyed maids, whenever possible.

Sage wisdom, to be sure, and proven to be so as he rose up. He had thought that change of positions would result in Akino changing up, giving him an opportunity to escape, but his hopes were dashed on that point - instead, she merely brought her legs around, clamped tight, and trapped him in...a hold.

He didn’t know the name of it. While he wasn’t a submission expert, he’d grown knowledgeable of such moves through his travels, and he couldn't recall seeing anything quite like this. It was ingenious in its control, locking down his limbs, keeping him under her thumb as her legs sapped the strength from his body.

Except his legs.

Goto leaned forward as his world began to darken, his consciousness fading. Slow. Controlled. He’d have one shot at this.

He planted his feet. Took a good look over his shoulder, the best he could. Then, with a swift studdeness, he brought his leg up to kick Akino in the head.

One could probably consider Akino an innovator when it came to elaborate submissions like these. The Kumonosu now hyper-extending both of her adversaries arms while getting Goto lulled to sleep betwixt the snug warmth of her constricting thighs, and it just so happened to be a Sanada original technique that was thought up all by her lonesome with none so far having mastered it the way she has. Of course, one could also consider Akino a debauched sadist given how much she thoroughly gets off on applying this maneuver and straight up strangling the life out of her prey until they're nothing but an unconscious sack of muscles blubbering into the floor.

"That's right, say Gnight Mountain Man. Hope you dream of me, and what we coulda been like together~..." Akino maliciously sneered from behind the martial artist who was now beginning to lumber over himself, bearing down on him with a maniacal look in her sole eye as she awaited the referee signaling his submission or that he was kayoed. Neither preferable outcome happening though as Akino was suddenly given a face-first smash against the bottom of Goto's disgusting barefoot, compelling the malicious maid to topple off of him and hunch over on her knees. Tapping her boots onto the canvas with hands shielding her face, stifling her expletives, and particularly nursing her clobbered nose as she attempted to arise on unsteady legs some time afterwards.

The crowd, apparently, thought Goto’s maneuver was humorous - even as he pitched forward and refilled his lungs, he had the presence of mind to hear their chuckling, to see the smiles on their faces as they pointed towards the ring. He could understand it to some extent, knowing the move had been an awkward one, strangely executed, not at all from a refined, dignified position.

It was hardly a consideration. While he had no problem with his fights being observed for entertainment, his only true goal was to win, by whatever legal means he could find. His ploy worked, and not too soon.

On his knees, he looked over his shoulder and saw Akino working her up, trying to stand once again. Tired as he was, as much as he wanted to take a break, he knew that he didn’t have the luxury - he had to take advantage of this opening or she would be on him once again, and this time he might not be able to shake her.

As she rose, he turned towards her and did the same, only he rose with an uppercut. A strong, stiff blow aimed at the solar plexus, delivered with his full length strength behind it. Another one came from his left, hitting with enough impact to make her feet leave the floor for a moment, and in that moment he surged upwards with the final uppercut, putting his all into the finishing blow.

”Shin Shoryuken!”

In spite of having come to this conclusion several times by now, and at personal risk of beginning to sound like a broken record, this was unequivocally the last goddamn straw. Getting Goto's repulsive barefoot mashed into her facial's and as a result relinquish her favorite submission all meant...mother...fucking...war. Akino's palpable blood-lust was what compelled her upward against better judgment. Wobbled stature and seasick disorientation be damned. Whatever compelled this bearded martial art's hobo to fight out of tormenting submissions that would have had lesser men screaming for their life right after screaming their submission, Akino was going to be sure to find out as she's strangling the life out of-


Absolute silence quieted down Akino virulent thoughts. The perception of time becoming indistinguishable in this blissful serenity regrettably accompanied by the martial artist's fist ploughed square into her breadbasket, whatever air in her lungs getting huffed out in her seemingly suspended state with gawking dilation in her sole eye. Defenseless to the second volley being crammed beneath her chin with the swell of strength mounting from underneath the knuckles her jaw was settled upon. The sadistic maid gnashing her teeth and rendered ramrod straight in the milliseconds that seemed like forever, all before being catapulted skyward from an uppercut that somehow left her frilly attire torn asunder until she'd come landing to a rag-dolled slam on her back before rotating on to her front side. A jiggled sway to her pantied rump as she ultimately settled down to a lifeless flop. The referee kneeling beside and assessing Akino...before signaling for the bell and in the process some backstage medical personnel, with the announcer and Goto's theme music making it more abundantly official that Akino was knocked the f**k out.

And just like that, it was over. It had been a hard fight, more than he could’ve expected when he first laid eyes on Akino, but that was it.

Goto knew the result of his attack the moment it connected, feeling the impact travel through his body as he made contact. Akino was a tough woman, surprisingly so, but he landed this attack flawlessly, made a clear contact. He had landed this blow before, on bigger and hardier opponents, and there was no doubt in his mind what the result would be after the two of them had gone through such a harrowing ordeal.

He stepped back, gave her space, as she fell, and folded his arms, a sigh running through him. The bell rang and the crowd gave their fanfare, but he stayed standing and took the moment to catch his breath.

Victory, yes, but he had come for the challenge more than anything. There were still areas he had to improve, his resistance to submission holds being a sore spot. He would have to look more thoroughly into not only his counters, but ways he could employ his own holds, work on his ground game to increase his versatility. There was no telling how much trouble a foe like Akino could give him in the future. He looked forward to fighting her again, to seeing if her skills would improve over time as well - though he doubted she would have the same feelings about it.

For now, though, he was satisfied. He brought his hands to his side and leaned forward, giving her a respectful bow. ”When she wakes, let her know how much I appreciated our battle.” He nodded to the referee and turned to leave, not wanting to linger and draw things out. “She’s a skilled opponent. I hope to see her again someday.”

Without another word - because no other words needed to be said - Goto turned about and made his way out of the ring, heading backstage with his head held high.