Locked in here with you: Origa Xenia VS Akane Saito

Steel cage match: Competitors must either escape the cage or pin their opponent to win. Anything goes. Winner of the match gets to decide their opponents handicap for their next match.

Origa waited in the gorilla position for the official to give her the go ahead for her entrance and while she waited she thought about the match she was in. Her opponent was apparently a girl called Akane, Origa never really heard of her so maybe she was new or didn’t have a whole lot of matches at this point. Apparently both she and Origa were to face off in a steel cage match where the only way to win was to escape the cage or pin them for the three count. This type of match seemed right up Origa’s alley but the stipulation of the handicap had her a bit worried. It meant that if she won she could decide how to stack the deck against her opponent in their next match, the opposite was true for Origa. If she lost her opponent could force her to go to her next match naked and she would have nothing to say about it.

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Before she could think about it further the official gave her the go ahead and her music blared across the arena as Origa stepped through the curtain. She smiled slightly at the crowds cheers but otherwise kept her face stoic as she marched down the ramp. The fans looked up in awe as her 7’2 frame passed while others whistled and cat called at her, remembering her previous matches. Origa ignored them, this is a different match and she planned to win.

She got to the ring which was already covered by the cage, except for the roof. The striped official opened the caged door and allowed Origa to step through and as she did she had to bend down slightly to not hit her head on the doorframe. When she entered the ring she took a brief lap around before settling in one of the corners and proceeded to wait for her opponent to arrive.

Akane's short time here in AFW had been nothing short of disastrous by most people's standards. She had been absolutely savaged by one of the most notorious men in tension. She had been bent, beaten, and belittled into submission by a disgraced idol who used her as little more than a body pillow. It had done very little for her reputation backstage, especially after her forfeit of competition to Yuri-chan willingly. She had become the punchline to a joke, a wrestler with no business  being in the ring let alone a hope of ever winning. The Loserweight Champion. Even people who didn't know her by name, associated that moniker with her. At the end of the day though, it had done surprisingly little to dull her shine. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, she wouldn't allow a few humiliating setbacks put a stop on her new career. There was obviously going to be times where she stumbled and fell, but if her father had taught her anything, it was no matter the odds you can beat them if you just keep trying. So that is just what she intended to do.

It was a bit intimidating though when she was informed her match tonight was set to be in a steel cage. It carried with it a certain weight in expectations to put on a good show. Stipulations like this were oftentimes reserved for big names or main events, of which she was neither. But that was okay. This could possibly be her chance to change that and show the world just how good she could be. Her opponent was mostly a mystery past her exotic sounding name, though this was by design. Akane liked not knowing, being surprised was part of the fun of wrestling!

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Akane Saito:

Despite the lackluster reception she received in the back among her fellow wrestlers, when she slipped through the curtain to pose on the stage she was met with a surprising amount of love from the audience. With the exception of the cat calls from people looking to see Akane lose again, the outpouring of support seemed to step from the vast difference in size between ehr and Origa which had made her the de facto underdog for this match. Her wide smile and sunny personality shining so bright people couldn't help but root for her even knowing how desperately bad she was in the ring. She soaked it all in, throwing up both arms and gesturing the V for victory with her fingers.

Bouncing in time with the music she skipped her way down the ramp, nodding and waving to people who called her name. He eyes had locked onto Origa along the way, sizing her up from a distance without a care in the world. Dashing the tail end of her entrance she hurried up the stairs to the cage door, softly thanking the referee as they held it open for her. Dipping through the ropes she looked around at the looming steel walls, far more impressed by it all while she was inside. Her ears perked, glancing back to see the officials winding a heavy chain around the door used to let both women in, padlocking it shut. She supposed they would have to climb if they wanted to get out... Well okay then!

She spun on her heel to face Origa with a smile, though was left blinking as she stared at the woman's midriff. Slowly her head tilted back, eyes traveling all the way up to her face. From afar, she hadn't looked this large. She was huge! Even larger than Killer King had been. Akane found herself smiling sheepishly, raising her hand to give the woman a tiny wave. "H-hey there. I'm Saito Akane." She brought her hands before herself, clasping them both as she gave Origa a deep bow. "I will be your opponent tonight." Standing up straight again, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to come. She took a few small steps back... then thought better of it given Origa's size and took one larger hopping step back. Lowering her tiny frame, she brought her hands up, in a readied grappler stance... though she wasn't sure what she would be grapping at this point as she waited for the bell.

Origa didn’t have to wait long for her opponent to appear and when she did Origa’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the small speck of a girl hop and skip her way down the ramp with a smile on her face. Origa was used to facing smaller opponents it came with the territory of being a giant like herself but she wasn’t expecting a girl a small as Akane to appear, she was probably smaller than regular wrestler but just above the size that counted her as a kawai so maybe some sort of gray area? Origa didn’t know.

The crowd gave a loud pop to her enthusiasm and Origa could see why from the way the girl energetically bounced her way down to the ring and climbed through the door of the cage with a quiet thank you to the official. When she stepped through the ref shut the door closed and proceeded to chain and lock the door in place, it was just her and Origa now. It was then that Akane turned around and saw the full scale of her opponent. Origa couldn’t blame her as she watched Akane’s head slowly scale up from her midriff to her face and realized the height of her opponent.

Origa smiled slightly when Akane suddenly bent over and respectfully introduced herself to Origa causing the amazon to let out a good natured giggle in response. For once she’s happy she’s not getting some crazy heel or someone who had a vendetta against giants like her, just a friendly opponent. “It’s nice to meet you Akane. My name is Origa and I hope we have a good match. Don’t go easy on me and I won’t go easy on you.”

Origa said as she stepped away from the corner and got into a crouched position. The bell ring and the match was now underway. Origa would circle Akane for a moment before she would try to engage a grapple with the purple haired girl and start this match off right.

The pink haired girl was taken slightly aback by the giggling giant. her own lips curling into a goofy little smile that helped to lighten the mood between the two of them. She found herself standing up a bit taller, puffing out her chest a bit as if to appear larger than she was. She still remained dwarfed by the amazonian woman's shadow. She gave Origa a firm nod as she backed away, readying herself to the start of their match.

"Alright, I won't hold back." She agree to the larger woman's unofficial terms, taking the request to heart. It was nice to know from the get go what to expect rather than be at the hands of someone more mischievous like her bout with Yuri-chan. She wasn't sure what she could do to really put the both of them on an even playing field, but she refused to back down now. At the sound of the bell she started slightly, eyes never leaving Origa as the larger woman started to move around her and Akane circled opposite the larger woman. She was twitchy, like a cowgirl waiting to draw her gun in a showdown at high noon. The moment the larger woman moved forward, Akane scrambled to do the same. She closed the distance far slower, simply because her strides were not nearly as long, but reached up and grasped for Origa all the same.

her small hands clamped down behind Origa's neck an on the inside of her elbow in a classic wrestling lock up. The difference in their size and build was a laughable parade of David vs Goliath as Origa towered over her, making the big woman have to lean so far down and the pink haired girl practically up on her tip toes to facilitate the deadlock. She twisted about and kicked her boots into the canvas, straining with a grunt as she tried her best to overpower a woman who was no doubt unmoved by even the smallest margin. Origa was a solid wall of a woman, making it so every push and shove Akane throw at her was actually causing the pink haired rookie to slide backwards instead. "Nnngh! Why won't you budge!"

Akane seemed to puff up to Origas good natured demands and with the bell ringing and the match underway both Akane and Origa began to circle each other and gauge their forms trying to find a weakness in the others stance. Eventually after a couple of circles the two decided at the same time that enough was enough and charged forward with the classic collar and elbow tie up.

The tie up was rather comical from an outsiders perspective as Origa had to bend down a fair bit to allow Akane to wrap her hands around her shoulders and neck while she only needed to move her arms down onto the purple girl. Origa didn’t press at first and allowed Akane to try and fruitlessly push against the amazon in hopes of getting an early lead. When that failed obviously the purple haired girl shouted her frustrations and Origa decided to quote one of her favorite movies in response.

“I just want you to feel that you’re doing well. I’d hate for you to lose embarrassed” She said cheekily not knowing if Akane understood the reference or not but that didn’t matter. Origa now began to put pressure on the tie up and would slowly try to push Akane towards the ropes and cage wall and press her up against it. After a moment she would back away slightly but still holding onto to one of the smaller girls arms. She would then use her monsterous strength to throw her to the opposite side of the ring and have her rebound into a prepared big boot from the giant.

"T-thanks! But... you aren't... going anywhere." Akane let out another long whine, peddling her feet furiously against the canvas as she tried desperately to gain some form of traction. Origa was just too strong or two heavy for her to move at all. Was she toying with her? It almost seemed that way, as when Origa actually started trudging forward there was absolutely no hope for the pink haired girl to combat it. She dug in her heels, straightening up at a near perfect diagonal angle to try and hold the giant back. her boots squeaked loudly along the mat as they dragged until she reached the ropes and was forced upright. Helplessly she was shoved into the long cables, stretching them backwards, pinned.

The moment pressure was released she had already started to fumble forward, but when her arms were yanked by the powerhouse of a woman she was ripped away from the ropes completely and sent speeding towards the far end of the ring. Arms flailing, she frantically struggled to keep from falling at first from the sheer whiplash of Origa's Irish whip. She found her footing though, just in time to turn herself around to bounce into the ropes back first. She was snapped forward off them at a high speed, unable to really slow her momentum down. That was fine. She could use that to her advantage and maybe...

"Guh!" Akane's head snapped backwards as the other woman's heel collided with her skull. The impact took her clean off the mat, hitting her with such force her slender form flipped completely and left her laid out on the mat, face down in a daze. She slowly turned her head, squishing her cheek down again the mat as she stared off to the side of the ring, blinking unevenly, clearly out of it. Origa has practically knocked her head off and the match had only just started.

Origa couldn’t help but wince when she felt Akane crash face first into her boot. Was it a bit much for the first move of the match? Maybe, but they both agreed to give it their all and Origa wouldn’t insult Akane but teasing her like she’s a toy so Origa proceeded on with the attack and nearly knocked Akane’s head off with her boot and sent the poor girl to the canvas in a dazed heap.

Giving a small apology Origa then bent down and grabbed Akane by her hair and chin and would then drag her to her feet. When she got there Origa would turn her around so She was face to face with the giant. The amazon would then wrap her arms around the hopefully still dazed Akane and pick her up like she was a giant stuffed animal she won at the carnival. Origa then began to squeeze tightly against Akane’s frame in a classic bear hug.

For the moment Origa stayed in place at the center of the ring but eventually she would get tired of that and would begin to walk laps around the ring and eye the cage walls wondering how she would climb them. In the back of her mind Origa didn’t believe she would even need to climb them but they were a nice distraction while she squeezed on Akane’s waist. Maybe too much of a distraction for as Origa looked at the walls she stopped looking at Akane and whatever she was doing to maybe escape.

Origa’s heel had turned her world upside down in an instant, leaving her laid out on the mat. She was seemingly down for the count as she breathed out unsteadily, making her veil of pink hair fluttered when she exhaled. Had it not been for Origa reaching down to grab hold of her silky hair. With a groan, her head was wrenched up, cloudy eyes staring up at the giantess in a clear daze as she was dragged slowly upright.

She was light, easily handled without resistance to be propped up haphazardly on shaky legs threatening to fall. Her weight slumped up against the other woman completely to prevent the small woman from collapsing back down immediately. Her semi-vacant eyes stared into Origa’s when the giant leaned down to her level. Akane gave a small shake of her head, wordlessly trying to persuade the other woman from performing another move on her. Clearly it didn’t work.

Hoisted up into the air, her feet were left to dangle high above the ring as she kicked her legs lightly. The constricting squeeze of those powerful arms closing in around her left her gasping as her back arched along with the force. She rolled her head back, staring up at the ceiling as her arms hung loose at her size, having the life slowly squeezed from her without more than a weak struggle and the occasional small spasm.

Origa was just too strong...too big… “Unnnh…” She let out a shuddered breath as she was paraded around the ring like some sort of prize, already seemingly defeated in record time. She had to do something though… anything. Her arms drifted up, palms resting along the the amazonian woman’s flexed biceps, roaming over her tense skin, seeking any form of weakness and finding no gaps.

Prying wasn’t helping so she resorted to pushing. Blindly her hands roamed along the woman's arms and shoulders, trying to find something to shove off of but unable to get a good hold. Her arms moved inward more, slipping her hands over top of the larger woman’s breasts, her splayed fingers sinking into her soft bosom, allowing her to push a bit easier, squirming as much as she could manage.

From the outside it looked like Origa already had this match in the bag as she squeezed the life out of her diminutive opponent. Akane’s weight was like nothing to the giant amazon, to her it felt like hold a bunch of grapes and not actually a person. As Origa wandered around the ring she gazed up the walls and wondered how hard it would be for her to climb up them and end the match without a pin.

Origa believed that it would actually be easy with her size but internally she didn’t think she had to win by escape from the way things were going right now. Submissions might not count in this match but from the way Akane was reacting in Origa’s hold it looks like she only needs to squeeze her a little bit longer and she would be too drained to escape Origa’s pin afterwards.

Origa was so busy thinking that far ahead she didn’t stop and focus on the now and because of that she ignored Akane’s blind pushes against her body as she struggled to escape. No matter what she did the caramel amazons hold remained tight as can be and didn’t budge and inch to the pressing. That is until Akane’s hands landed on her dark breasts in an unintentional grope.

“Haaannn.” before Origa could stop herself, a sharp gasp left her lips from the pleasure that spiked in her body. Her hold loosened slightly before she immediately retightened it and hoped that Akane didn’t notice.

Her eyes held tightly shut, Akane pushed with all of her fading strength… and Origa made a curious noise. Those powerful arms around her, for a brief moment quaked and relented. She opened one eye to peek at the other woman curiously before the grip tightened again leaving her gasping in pain again. What had she done to earn the brief respite? There was some hope to be hard here, she just needed to puzzle out how she had done it through the building pain.

She kicked her legs… nothing.

Wiggled her body slightly… nothing.

So had to be…

Akane pushed her fingers up against Origa's bountiful breasts, giving a gentle squeeze. Should Origa show any sign of weakness her suspicions would be confirmed and lead the Loserweight Champion to redouble her efforts and roll her palms over her bosom massaging the woman to coax her to loosen that crushing grip she had. Suddenly her desperate struggle had become something more fun and interesting. While it didn't rejuvenate her right away, finding a chink in the juggernaut's had visibly perked the smaller woman up making her smirk mischievously.