Conquering the Mountain

It was a sensation overload with this woman on her back, making it impossible to focus on any one thing. There was the compacting crush of though tight thighs, the immediate thread of an arm constricting her neck, and the far more enthralling sensation of her body grinding up against Noriko. Of the three, she shamefully knew which she preferred to endure but such things were kept locked away. Her guard not willpower had broken enough to let out any sounds that might have given Devine something to latch onto, but her heated body and involuntary perk of her own nipples made for a no it of unneeded distraction as she writhed in the oil.

It had taken a great deal of energy just to throw both women over and after such an landmark effort what she had to show for it wasn't great. Another pained grunt as Devine squeezed her tightly, clinging on like a monkey on her back. She wasn't built for this sort of thing, preceding to skirmish and take her blows head on. Prolonged abuse that went unanswered would wear on her, bothers were no doubt about that. What made it worse was every failed attempt only seemed to give her opponent more amusement.

"You won't be having any fun at my expense… not if I can help it." Taking in a labored breath, Noriko raised her arm up, tensing her muscles and balling her fist. Keeping the limb close, she threw it back down at a steep angle attempting to connect to Devine's thigh with the point of her elbow. The first blow was glancing at best, slicked from the oil it had no real contact. The next one however was recalculated with this in mind and would strike directly with all her force behind it if left unstopped. Trying to pry this woman off was fruitless, flailing would just tire her out. She needed to make Devine give up on this by making it unsustainable.

Noriko’s declaration brought a laugh out of Divine, a genuine, angelic sound that made the ears tingle. She didn’t want to seem like she was demeaning the noble sumo, she realized how serious this woman was and how much effort she poured into her craft - but it was just too precious. Wrestling around in oil, a hot Brazilian humping her back, and she was being so stalwart about the whole thing despite how much her body wanted to just enjoy it.

Some people just didn’t know how to take pleasure. Kind of sad, really. ”If you can help it.” She spewed heat into Noriko’s ear with every word. ”Little spoiler? You can’t.”

It was a big boast, and one that she intended to make good on. That wasn’t to say it would be easy, though. Her foe was powerful, even if she didn’t truly know how to make use of that power in this setting. She got a good taste of that power when she tried to hit her with that battering ram of a elbow, only missing the mark thanks to the oil. Even flubbed, she could still feel the power behind it, and it was enough to make her not want a second taste

She unlocked the hold and pushed off, disengaging just in time to avoid the elbow. Divine pulled her leg in and shot it out hard into the sumo’s side, looking to knock them both away to the far side.

Noriko was a woman who took trash talk in her stride. While not often participating, it was a part of most all competitive contests, even in her sumo days. It was easier back then though, where she had legs to stand on to show up the people playing doubt on her ability. Here she was forced to suffer the indignity of Devine's offensive front almost powerless to combat it almost as if she had been placed in shackles. The imbalance in skill here in the oil served her opponent far better and the biker was taking full advantage of that to play lecherous games. The worst part of it was on some level the sumo liked it, that hot breathy voice in her ears and the rhythmic grind of a voluptuous body up against her. It brought her back to her first match in AFW where she had almost succumbed to likewise sinister tactics.

Her first elbow was glancing but the second was sure to strike true with the right angle. Raising her arm she prepared to smash Devine's leg. Then it was gone, leaving her to swing at the air almost striking her own body with all her might. She stopped short, starting to turn to look back when she felt a foot on her back. The hard shove spent her sliding, twisting like a slow propeller though the oil. There had been an attempt to grab for Devine when she spun briefly close before the distance was too great. Perhaps for the best really, she had only just gotten free.

Pushing herself up onto her backside she dug in her heels, scooting on her rump away from Devine. While she had refrained from rubbing herself down before, she was soaked entirely to the point her shirt hung heavy over her chest. Out of principle though she would remove it, hindrance or not, in keeping with her words to Devine while they wrestled on the floor. Like a child learning to stand for the first time, she carefully navigated herself over onto her hands and knees, shoving off the mat to rise straight up on just her knees, legs spread wide for balance. This proved to be easier than being on her feet she found. She gave a small huff, trying to blow a few strands of hair from her face but they were hopelessly plastered to her shiny skin. "Enjoy your advantages now while you still have them, Devine. Our next exchanges will not favor you so strongly."

After she pushed away, Divine whipped her body around, legs flying in about as she slid away. It was an elaborate display, a dance move from her exotic dancing days, designed to put her entire body on display in a wild whirlwind of flesh. Her legs spread wide, her ass undulated, her breasts pressed against the mat and nearly freed themselves from their confines, all so she could come out of it facing her opponent, ready for any advance.

It might’ve seemed unnecessary, just a move to stoke Noriko’s fire. That wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t right, either. It was her way of balancing, each move in the oil showing her complete control, a dance that ended up with her coming to a rest in control of her position. The sort of spatial awareness that came from mastering the poll, that few women could even dream of.

She came to a rest and stared out at her foe, poised like a panther, ready to strike in an instant. She had to have a little laugh at Noriko’s boldness, though, still talking tough despite how things were so not going in her favor. Adorable, really.

”Oh, you’re sure about that, are you? Tell you what,” She dropped down to leave her elbows arched her back like a stretching cat, shaking her hip from side to side. ”I’ll let you pick what position I’m in when you come at me. Any pose you like Maybe…”

Divine fell to her back and spread her legs and arms out with her knees pointed upwards, like a lover waiting for her partner to come over her. ”...this? But maybe it’s too bold. How about…”

She whipped around to one knee and turned around so Noriko would have the best view of her ass, as she stretched out her other leg behind for a long split. ”...this, then? Not classy, a little awkward? Well…”

She spun around once more, this time come to a rest with her chest facing Noriko and her legs stretched out, laying on her side in a perfect Venus pose. Calm and relaxed, not a single care. ”...how about a classic? I’m open to ideas.”

She. It had become apparent Devine hadn't seized this chance to come for her, the sumo took it upon herself to resituate. Fussing with the hem of her shirt, tugging it away from her body so it peeled off of her form with a rather sickly suckling sound that made her shudder. No sooner had she let the soaked garment go than it slapped wetly against her, immediately clinging to her again though getting a sigh from her. Her eyes fell back to Devine playfully teasing her in the oil, making a show of how easily she could move within as if unburdened by the troubles that plagued the rookie.

Slowly Noriko approached, dragging her knees through the shining oil, using her shins as the foundation of balance to keep herself from slipping up again. Even still, she found it took a focused mind to keep her thighs tense to make sure she could carry herself forward without risk of further embarrassment. She would stop at what she gauged as being a safe distance, out of range of a strike, perhaps beyond a leap as far as the oil was concerned.

Watching in silence as Devine idly cycled through suggestive poses, Noriko remained quiet, stoic. While she said nothing, her body told a story all on its own. The small fidgets, the rosy hue on her cheeks, even shifting her eyes trying not to stare as what was being readily offered up to her. Being able to tell the biker what position to take was a bold move if it was truthful. She could put herself in any number of advantageous positions and possibly finally get some good work in… but she just gave the smallest shakes of her head with a small sigh. Such things would sully any win she would achieve here today, Noriko was honorbound to fight Devine as best she could and as honestly as she could.

"Up, like this. As equals." The sumo motioned to herself on her knees. "I won't have you affording me pities. I came here to wrestle, so let us wrestle." Noriko gave a firm nod of her head, bringing up her arms with the clear intention of grappling. There was fire on her gaze again, determined to make this work. She had come to AFW to prove herself, something that was only possible if she worked within the confines of whatever ruleset she found herself in. It didn't matter if the odds were stacked against her, she was a warrior until the end.

Divine moved with grace and ease, shifting from pose to pose with the poise that only came from years of practice and the comfort of performing on stage for years. Each stance was meant for maximum enjoyment, showing off some facets of her body and leaving others to the imagination, making sure she jiggled and shined and whipped. There was an economy of movement, never going so fast that she made herself spin out, taking into account how much momentum she had as she spun around and balancing her weight accordingly. It might not have looked too hard to the naked eye, but that was the trick.

It was fun, but only for show at the end of the day. Noriko wasn’t going to bite, and she knew she wasn’t going to bite. Everything on her opponent’s face told the tale - she was so shy, so wrapped up in all these formalities. It was kind of sad, in a way - here she was, with this willing woman in front of her, offering her flesh, and all she could think about was some antiquated notion of fairness and honor. It had little place in a regular ring, but in oil? Turn it off for one day, girl.

Divine planted her forearms on the match and shot her legs up behind her, coiling them over her body like a scorpion’s tail. She bent her spine at an angle that most women could only dream. ”You are no fun, you know that?” She sighed and rolled forward, slithering into a position that wasn’t unlike her opponent’s. The same basic stance, if a bit looser and unrestrained. ”But that’s okay - I can be enough fun for the both of us.”

Divine moved in, inching towards her opponent with open arms, closer and closer. Her devilish eyes never wavered, never moved away for a second, until she was close. Closer and closer, until…

She pounced, moved in as if to take her foe head on, right up until the point of contact. Then she juked to the side and reached out, trying to wrap her arms around the bigger woman’s shoulder and drag her to the ground while she held on tight.

Noriko made a face, something that looked like a cross between incredulous and pouting when Devine claimed she was no fun. That was certainly a matter of perspective. Besides, it seemed as though Devine's idea of fun just had to do with the two of them tumbling around in oil doing suggestive things… Was she blushing again? Oh god she was. Another hard snort and a shake of her head to focus up, her ponytail flicking oil from side to side.

"I am plenty fun given the right circumstances and setting." She stated rather huffing, lowering her voice after to continue. "We are in a wrestling contest currently, I am not sure what sort of preconceived notions you have about these sorts of things but I for one take them rather seriously. Sorry." She gave a small polite how of her head as if she needed to explain exactly why she was coming across as… unfun. It barely seemed the place, especially given the exchanges this far had painted a rather clear picture of what sort of wrestler Devine was.

She seemed relieved when Devine squared up and seemed to finally take things more seriously, even cracking the faintest of smiles. Settling in, she slowly shimmed forward on her knees, staring over the tops of her raised arms at the opponent, ready to lock up. When the biker pounced, she was ready, lunging out as well to meet her half way in an epic flash!

"Eh?" Her arms collapsed forward in empty air, a flash of movement dipping out of her grasp, coming in fast from the side. She turned, or tried to when she felt Devine already clamping down on her, tugging her backwards. She leaned back, trying to fight the steep angle she was being pulled. One arm flailing in an attempt to keep balance. It was no use, with the lack of ground control, the top heavy duo went crashing into the oil again as all of Noriko's strength and loose couldn't compete with momentum and oil.

”You are adorable.”

Those were the first words that came to her mind after Noriko spoke, and she had no trouble voicing them. She meant them, too. With her blushing, her shyness, the way she was trying so hard to fight what her body clearly wanted, there was an undeniable cuteness to it that made Divine want to pinch her cheeks - both sets of them.

It was that kind of seriousness that made her predictable, a cardinal sin in a match like this. When she moved in to square off against Noriko, there was no doubt in Divine’s mind that she would fall for the trick and lunge forward. She was still in that sumo mindset, believing her opponent would meet her on even ground, despite the size difference. She could tell from the shock in her voice that a dodge had never occurred to her as a possibility, but here they were, with her on her back and Divine in possession of this thick, meaty arm of hers. What to do, what to do…

She pulled Noriko’s arm in between her thighs and shot one leg over her chest while the other went over her neck, securing a tight armbar. Not her usual style, no, but she didn’t typically wrestle sumo wrestlers, so this was a day for many exceptions. It was the best way to lock down an opponent like this, and whittle away on one of her best weapons.

Oh, and it gave her the chance to hump Noriko’s shoulder, too. Get a good grind on. So there was that. ”So, curious, what are the right settings and circumstances for you?” She gave her that lovely arm of hers a few good slaps with her groin, before hitting with a long press. “Because if it’s the cameras that are a problem, I’m all for private rematches.”

Noriko flopped back into the oil, legs coming out from under her to be thrown in the air before dropping back down with a splash. It was an embarrassing affair to find herself once again on her back after being so effortlessly taken down. Anyone who watched without context could be forgiven for not knowing how bad this was for her, that after all those years of high level competition with some of the strongest women in sumo she would be taken to task by some limber biker in a bag of oil. An effort to get up had been made, but a leg swung over her chest slapped wetly against her breasts, pushing her back down while the other draped itself over her neck.

Devine tried to draw the sumo's arm in, nestling it close between her breasts, but she would find there was heavy resistance. Her elbow slightly bent, the muscles in her arm on full display as she fought to keep the limb from being stretched out. Her body pressed against those legs, giving her a solid surface to actually ground her to fight back. It was an impressive display of her fortitude as she managed to hold Devine's attempts at bay even as her opponent had all her limbs working against her. Try as she might though, little by little she lost ground. Cheeks puffed, red faced with not only blush but strain as she refused to surrender even an inch without making the biker work for it.

When it had finally been pulled all the way back she let out a frustrated grunt, testing her attempts to pull it free a few times but it was hopeless now. Wincing she was forced to endure as the limb was mercilessly cranked back. "U-ugh!" Noriko kicked and squirmed, floundering as the biker took control again, forcing her to suffer the indignity of being her own personal stripper pole. "W-what are you ergh, what are you doing?" She blurted out, her stoic voice suddenly slightly higher pitched when twinged with pain.

"F-for what?" Was Devine only talking about fun, or the biker's definition? The sumo struggled in the oil, out of her depth on the mat when it came to submissions. Her first thought was to try and remove any part of Devine on her, which would be a huge mistake for how she went about it. Her free hand slapped the side of Devine's ankle, feeling around to the calf of the leg that was related over her neck. With a hard push she tried to lift that leg and try to slide out from under it, inadvertently putting herself between both of those legs without even realizing the error. "What? N-no no, I don't… need privates matches, thank you."

Both legs over Noriko’s chest and neck? Oh, she had that locked in well. This wasn’t her usual style, but it did fall into Mako’s wheelhouse, and she’d seen the pintsized terror locked in the move more than a few times, not to mention putting her in the damn thing when she could be convinced to play the sparring partner.

So the first part was easy enough for her. But that arm of Noriko’s? That was a bit more of a challenge.

”Nope, noooooope!” Divine let a hard grunt slip as she put real effort into reeling her foe’s arm in, straining for the first time in this match. There was a frightening amount of power in this limb, enough that all of her muscles working in tandem against it still made for a monumental task. She couldn’t even imagine how much of a beast Noriko would be in a standard match, in a ring where the usual trickery wouldn’t pass. Against this kind of raw power, she wouldn’t have lasted more than a couple of minutes. A couple of painful, bonebreaking minutes, too.

But here, she was in control, and she had no qualms with exerting that control, even as her foe made her futile fight.  Soon enough, though, the arm came down and the hold was locked in.

”You might not need a private session, but you damn sure want it.” Divine threw back after a particularly hard grind of her hips. ”The sooner you admit that, the sooner-”

Her little diatribe was interrupted when she noticed how Noriko’s struggles were finally bearing fruit - sort of. She managed to get her leg off her neck, in a modest attempt to get free, one that would work if Divine didn’t have a backup plan.

Which she did.

Instead of giving up the hold, she transitioned into a new one, throwing her body forward and bringing herself up on top of her opponent. Divine brought her free leg from Noriko’s breasts to her neck, circling around it while her other leg caught her by the shoulder. She hugged the arm tight against her chest, and from there, it was a simple matter of ramping up the pressure, as she went into a mounted version of the triangle choke - one that gave her ample opportunity to slid her pussy against Noriko’s chin. Much better position, in so many ways.