Conquering the Mountain

"I could take you in chess." Noriko couldn't help but interrupt Devine's little moment, not wanting to sit idly by when a stereotype of being big and strong meant slow and stupid. While she was less familiar with the Western game, she had dabbled a bit out of curiosity when she had heard it compared to a game she was far more familiar with, Shogi. It had been a big game in her father's circle and something she had picked up along the way in training not only her body but her mind as well. There was a great deal of thinking that went into sumo, more than most people have any credit to just because rounds could end in seconds.

There had been a bit more confidence there in her tone, a more playful challenge hidden inside of it that was far less stoic than the woman she had presented earlier and more down to earth. Perhaps there was a normal woman under all that muscle someplace. She hadn't touched the mention of dancing, which the more agile biker would likely have been far more adept at. Outside of practiced steps, the dark haired native had two left feet when it came to moving to a beat that wasn't married to combat. It wasn't as if she ever had need to dance though, not since she had been a child.

"I'm not." She shot back somewhat childishly, slipping again with maintaining her composure. It wasn't in her nature to complain or place false blame on her own failings, or at least that is what she had always maintained. Challenges were to be faced head on, always. She had never faced something so out of her depth though, something that had made her look so unbelievably novice in the face of it all. It was something she was struggling to make sense of. Being defeated was one thing but this was something bordering on domination, as if someone had meticulously plotted for her downfall against impossible odds.

"Well…" It was distracting to watch Devine shift and move so easily, not just through the oil but on top of her as well. The poise, the balance, and the fearlessness of each transition was a mark of great skill, something she should have been giving the other woman more credit for. She had fallen silent, ponderous in thinking over the question in depth. Each point she could make were based on her personal dislike for the instability of footing and the slipperiness of the grip. Both issues the Brazilian was able to overcome with whatever training or experience she had under her belt. Both women were under the same conditions after all, it was up to them to overcome it. Noriko had just failed at it.

"... You should untie me." Rather than answer the question, a hard pivot to something that actually mattered. While it was true the sumo was outmatched by Devine in oil, she still could fight back to some degree. Bound as she was now, she could do very little beyond flail, but to what end really? Her body shifted slightly tucking her elbows behind her back to attempt to partially sit herself up. Craning her neck to get as close to Devine as she could manage. "It will be more fun." She tried her best to mimic the biker's own sultry tone but this, like oil wrestling itself was something she was entirely unfamiliar with. It came across as an obvious ploy, trying to appeal to what Devine might have wanted just to gain her freedom again with no intention of delivering what may have been implied. Still, the sumo seemed hopeful the gap in their abilities would buy her wiggle room when dealing with the devilish Devine.

”Could you?” Divine had a short laugh at the notion, then tapped her chin, thoughtful. The Chess quip hadn’t been a random one. She had picked up the game herself a few years ago, after the first time she and Stone had sex - for whatever reason, her giantess friend like playing it after they’d had their fun, as a way of cooling down. A little strange, but she’d gotten into it, and now it was a regular post-coital activity for them. She didn’t claim to be a grandmaster or anything, but she took to the game rather well, having a good memory for the piece’s placement and figuring out what her opponent was trying to do. She was good enough to beat the woman who taught her on a consistent basis, and whenever she had the itch to play online, she won more often than she lost.

But perhaps it was a little presumptuous to assume she could beat Noriko. The woman didn’t strike her as dumb, just not the type who was traditionally into that sort of thing, but that was more than a little hypocritical coming from a Brazilian stripper/gang member. ”We might have to put that to the test sometime.”

She kept her perch and leaned forward as Noriko tried to answer her question, searching for an answer that wasn’t going to come. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with oil wrestling - it was a proud tradition. Maybe even older than sumo, though she didn’t have the heart to tease her with that. Regardless, it was clear racking her brain to come up with a good excuse, so she dodged instead.

It was an interesting attempt at a distraction, even if Divine didn’t buy it for a second. She pouted as the sumo made an attempt at a sexy voice and failed right out of the gate. Not that her tone wasn’t pleasant on the ears by itself, but a Japanese woman trying to mimic a Brazilian accent was too good for a laugh to ever be sexy. ”More fun, hm?” She titled her head forward and let a few stray hairs slide across her face, casting thin shadows along her face as she peered Noriko’s way. Scanning. Considering. Thinking.

”Okay.” She uncrossed her legs and stood, rising up with the sumo between her legs. She brought her foot up and began to step over her, only to bring her foot down on Noriko’s chest, pushing her down and exerting enough weight to keep her pinned. ”But if I do, I want to raise the stakes. If I beat you, you have to give me something personal. Something hot. Something valuable.”

Divine puckered her glistening, bee-stung lips. ”If I win, you have to give me a kiss. A real kiss. Not a fake, not a little peck, but the best kiss you can give. Fair?”

She had been confident when she claimed it, though the curiosity laden in Devine's question had her thinking twice. Maybe this woman was actually pretty good at chess… perhaps she could convince her to try a hand at Shogi instead if it ever came to that. When it came to the traditional game, she was infinitely more sure of her abilities than the Western counterpart… perhaps she was overthinking it. When exactly was she ever going to see this woman again in a setting for them to slap down a Shogi board? She wasn't certain but the thought of it was slightly amusing. She was use to seeing great hunched sumo's and more wizened elderly men stroking their beards over the board and less Brazilian supermodel types. Funny enough Devine's interest seemed to be piqued. Noriko nodded that, giving a small nod of her head in silent agreement.

Her attempt to appeal to the bikers baser urges with her voice alone had been about as successful as her oil wrestling career. It floundered, flopped, and lay out across the oil in abject failure for the biker to admire. All she could do was smile nervously, hoping the appeal had some manner of effect. She was far too proud to beg for release, even this had been outside her comfort zone which was obvious to even Devine judging by the look on her face. "More fun." The sumo repeated, somewhat sheepishly under the contemplative stare of her adversary.

"Wha-really?" Noriko's eyes blinked a few times in surprise at the sudden decision to let her free. In her mind it had been a long shot with next to zero chance of working. The biker was giving up her advantage… well, one of them. To be fair and sporting or… the sumo's silver gaze followed Devine as she rose, standing over too of her, glistening in the light like some bronzed statue. She let out a hunt as the biker pushed her foot down on her chest, making her elbows slip out from under her as she was forced back to the mat. She swallowed hard, color starting to grow on her cheeks as she looked up at the other woman with hated breath as she laid out her arrangement for the deal.

There was a dread of what she was going to be asked to do, a growing sense of unease that gnawed at her from the inside until… a kiss? While there was still red faced embarrassment readily plastered on her face, her mind had wandered to the more dark and depraved, thinking back to things Olympia had implied to her all that time ago. She wouldn't call it an innocent request… nothing about Devine was innocent, but it was a bargain she was more than willing to make. After all, if she won, it wouldn't matter. "If I win, a rematch, outside of this accursed ring filled with oil… deal?"

So cute, this one. Divine could just pinch her cheeks. Both sets of them.

She hadn’t missed that the woman was trying to play her - needless to say, but Poker was certainly on the list of games that she could beat her at, too. It was a nice little ploy, trying to make her work against her best interests by appealing to her base desires, but it would’ve worked a lot better if Noriko hadn’t just spent the last few minutes composing herself with all the control of a horny schoolgirl on prom night. A for effort, though.

The only surprise was that Divine let it happen, and the shock was clear on Noriko’s face. The woman did have a point of sorts, so it wasn’t that mystifying - she had planned to have all sorts of fun dominating the sumo, and exploring her body, but it would’ve been anticlimactic to end the match this way. Now that her opponent had some renewed vigor and was at least open to changing her line of thinking, she could present more of a challenge...maybe. At least more of an enjoyable one. It was a dice she was willing to roll.

Her counter was cute, too. ”You know, I didn’t say anything about you getting a stake.” She gave Noriko’s breast a slap with her sole, then brought her foot away. ”But a rematch, no oil? I can get with that. I don’t suppose you’ve ever wrestled in mud, have you? Jello?”

It was too tempting, she couldn’t resist. After taking a moment to savor Noriko’s reaction, she prodded her in the side with her toe. ”I’m joking. Roll over, honey.”

With some assistance if need be, Divine dropped on her opponent’s back and undid the shirt, slipping it off and tossing it across the room, gone and forgotten. She gave Noriko’s butt a quick slap, the roll off and retook her position nearby, posed on her hands and knees.

The poor girl had almost apologized for assuming they both had terms strictly out of habit but having her breast clapped with a wet slap of Devine's foot had her stunned speakers and blushing before anything left her mouth. She tightened her lips, clearly flustered and slightly incredulous at her opponent taking advantage of the fact the sumo couldn't really defend herself from this position, let alone being bound. She really wanted to dislike this woman but her sheer charisma… among other things, was making it hard. Letting out a huff she blew a few strands of hair from her face.

"...What? No why would I ever…?" Mud, really? That was far worse than oil. Jello? Why would anyone do that just the thought of trying to move through a chunky fruit flavored swamp of sticky gelatin was making her do mental loopdeeloops trying to understand why such things even existed. "I meant a real match… in a normal ri- oh. Right… of course." Devine was thoughtful enough to clear the air eventually, having waited long enough for Noriko to make a further fool of herself.

The sumo made a face at the request to turn herself over. She knew why and understood the necessity of it but part of her didn't want to comply. It was already bad enough she had been knocked out by this woman but now she was being made to follow her directions too? Reluctantly the Japanese native swallowed her pride, averting her gaze as she rocked side to side, eventually making it over onto her back. She tilted her chin, trying to keep her face out of the oil as Devine settled across her back. She remained still for the encounter, resisting the urge to explode free from her own shirt the moment she felt it slacken around her arms. Once she had been released, there was a soft sigh of relief, promptly interrupted by a surprised help as her firm backside was given a slap.

Noriko's cheeks hadn't ever really been given a chance to return to their natural color, in a perpetual state of blushing as she scrambled to her hands and knees, carefully turning herself around like an ancient tank long since retired from the field of battle. She should have waited, composed herself, gotten a good fresh start… instead she lumbered forward through the oil awkwardly, closing the distance between them. Once she was close enough the sumo pushed her hands up out of the oil and lunged in, trying to lock Devine up with a grapple.

So innocent, so sweet, so easy. It was almost shameful, really. Noriko was an open book, easy to read, and as evil as it was to taunt her like this, she just couldn’t resist. It was all she could do to not burst out laughing when her captive had the predictable reaction to her joke, having a small fit at the mere notion of wrestling in other foreign substances…

...though it was a small shame, too. It had been a while since she’d wrestled in jello, but she recalled it being quite fun, so long as they didn’t put fruit chunks in there with it.

”Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” She threw out a quick, final wink as she backed away and took position, moving into the same stance as before, if a more solid version of it. She was still confident in her ability to come out of this all on top, but she knew that would only get her so far, now that she’d given this beast of a woman a second chance. Noriko wasn’t going to turn into an oil wrestling master straight away, but she would be on her guard, a wiser woman. Not that the notion worried her - if anything, she was itching for the challenge.

She wouldn’t come up disappointed, either. Whatever inhibitions Noriko had, she mastered them well enough to come out bold and strong, throwing her all into Divine and forcing her into a strong grapple. Their bodies met and the smaller woman was pushed back immediately - if it weren’t for her experience in the oil, she would’ve likely fallen flat, but she managed to keep her footing in the familiar substance. That wasn’t going to last, however, so changes needed to be made.

”Eager?” She had a small laugh, then dipped down and slipped free of Noriko’s grasp. She grabbed her opponent’s waist and pulled her way around the sumo in a single, slick move, trying to hug her tight from behind and hold that position.

There was a clear perk in Noriko's eyes when she finally managed to grab hold of Devine and it took all of her willpower to keep from celebrating this smallest of victories. The two moved back together but the sumo was more measured this time, careful of her elusive for possibly turning her own strength against her. It had happened here, shamefully, more than once and there was no real excuse for falling into that trap. Oil or not, it was a fundamental part of how she herself fought in sumo, that was just something she needed to keep in the forefront of her mind.

"I don't intend to try it. Jello is for dessert, not for wrestling." Noriko remarked plainly as she shifted her knees on the mat, making a good foundation to keep from falling with minimal effort from Devine this time. That hesitation to push and carefulness however let the craft Brazilian squeeze in, slipping through Noriko's grasp. The sumo let out an annoyed huff, making a close attempt to grab for her opponent and managing to grab a handful of her hair. Rather than cling fast however and drag Devine back kicking and screaming… she just let go and like that the biker swept up behind her. It had been a conscious choice to not hang on, not that she wanted this to happen but Noriko found with a certain code of ethics and wasn't about to do something she felt was cheating just to get an upper hand.

The sumo shivered as Devine slipped up against her, drawing the two of them so close it was impossible not to feel the other womans warmth and curvature. Her first instinct was to throw herself backwards to slam the biker into the oil, but she thought better of it. Here she still had some power. If she filled herself like a turtle, there was no down the other woman would have her way. Instead she it order the immediate threat Devine posed and focused on keeping her balance, suffering the woman's arms around her for the time being. Bringing a an up, she pushed her forearm down on top of where the other womans arms wrapped around her, making a barricade from them going any further north, a hand at the ready to try and grab for a wrist of they pulled away to roam.

"...Eager." Her confirmation was begrudging, knowing full well both women interpreted the meaning behind the question differently. It was a great deal of effort to wrap her mind around Devine's double meanings and suggestive dialogue adding another needless distraction to the mix. She was determined to fight this woman on all fronts though as anything less was unbecoming of a competitor such as herself. "I won't make the same mistakes twice." The sumo issued a warning with all the ferocity of a child claiming to have learned their lesson. While she meant it of course, it lacked the bite after she had already been taken down handily once before.

As she maneuvered around Noriko’s hulking body, Divine felt the fingers gripping at her hair and had some legitimate worry, knowing too well how effective such a grip could be even when it came to a novice opponent. It was hard to grip hair with the oil, but not impossible, and with someone who had the strength of her opponent? Whipping her about the ring would be easy, far too easy for someone on her level of strength.

Lucky for her, Noriko was operating on an honor system, one that eschewed such tactics, even when they would’ve been good ideas. She was able to get around to her opponent’s backside and grip on tight, an improvement on her position. It wasn’t a huge one, though - even here, she had to contend with the sumo’s power. She was just out of the lane of fire for the time being, and she had more options to work with.

Her opponent seemed to realize that, too, because she really didn’t want her hands reaching up any higher than they were, using her forearm to keep them at their current level. Divine couldn’t keep herself from smiling at the bold assertion, too, even if it lacked the bass such a statement required.

”That’s fine with me.” She pressed her face against Divine’s back and nuzzled against it, lighting up her shoulder with hot, heated breaths. ”I’m sure you’ll make new ones.”

If Noriko wasn’t going to let her go higher, Divine was content to go lower. Her hands slipped along Noriko’s waist, a hand graced her thighs, and curious fingers began to tease between her legs. Nothing overt, nothing serious, not just yet, but a clear sign of things to come.

A reaction. That was all she needed, and one she had that, she’d go into action and let go of the hold all together, dropping down low and charging forward to ram her shoulders into the back of Noriko’s leg, looking to trip her up and bring her down.

Noriko grit her teeth as Devine snuggled up close, her Hot breath rolling over her shoulders. It made her body ache in ways that weren't readily visible, presenting cracks beneath her armored exterior. She fidgeted in the woman's grasp but tried her best to not give her opponent any ground when it came to signs of weakness. She didn't have a good plan of escape, too worried that flailing would find her toppled on the mat and easily mounted again. She needed Devine to make a move, something she could hopefully counter to gain the upper hand herself.

"H-hey! Don't!" Noriko flushed red as hands slipped down along her body, while expected, experiencing it left her freshly shocked. Her hands snapped down, fumbling at first to grab hold of the biker's hands before managing to grab hold at the wrist and lock them down from exploring. The best Devine could hope for was wiggling her fingers around with the limited space she had while held, which would prove enough to buckle the sumo forward a bit. She felt the brief retreat as Devine drew away, it was hard not to when a body like hers was pressed so lovingly up against her back.

Her instincts, still intact, understood something was coming. When Devine slammed into her, it sent her forward to the oil slicked mat but the sumo was ready. Her hands slipped free from holding Devine's wrists to shoot forward, planting her palms. They drifted past where they clapped against the ground but held firm, keeping her from going face first into the floor. She rocked her weight away from the biker, then threw it all back in unison, tensing her body to ram her firm backside square into Devine's gut with her own unconventional counter attack. She was adapting!

As mighty as Noriko was, as sturdy as those legs proved to be, they were still human, flesh and bone, and it was just a matter of exploiting that if she wanted to take down a tower like that. It all came down to positioning, and here, hers was superior - her strike was fast and decisive, and she once again managed to bring the sumo down to the mat, accomplishing with ease what she wouldn’t have dreamed anywhere else.

She was just starting to move over her opponent’s back, hands slithering at her side, grasping out and searching for something to latch on to. Before she could find purchase, however, Noriko’s hips found her - to be specific, they slammed into lap. The sumo had a great ass, fulsome and firm, and Divine had been craving a piece of it from moment one. But not like this. Not this hard. The impact was enough to send her flying and flailing, and she went into a hard tumble across the mats, nearly knocking the referee over along the way.

It was Divine’s turn to scramble now, knowing how vulnerable this left her. She whipped her legs around and rolled about on the mat, kicking up oil everywhere as she went, and got back to face Noriko on her hands and knees as fast as she could. She didn’t know what her foe would do, but she knew what she would’ve done if the positions had been flipped.