Catty Idol (Fuji vs. Yujo)

The Yujo hummed to herself pleasantly as she slipped into the remainder of her usual hentai attire in full view of the nearby production staff and backstage crew members. The gazed awkwardly away from her, obviously uneased at the fact that she was changing right in front of them. Yasuda of course wasn't ashamed in the slightest; her body was her greatest asset and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, she was "The Yujo" after all and besides, everyone was about to see it in full display once her and her opponent got to ripping each other to shreds."Mmmm" She licked her lips at the thought of tonight's match, fluffing up her frilly white top until it was neatly puffed and presentable.

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Tonight's fight was supposed to be especially delicious. For better or for worse, after Yasuda's tumultuous debut, she had gained quite a few new eyes on her. Add the fact that she was already an idol in the underground catfighting circuit, and her opponent was apparently an avid catfighter herself, that all meant she fully expected tonight's crowd to be a big one. And all that wasn't even mentioning the match type itself. Full on humiliation, with practically no holds barred catfighting tactics encouraged and a packed crowd to boot? She practically got wet just at the thought of it, reaching down into her own panties with a wandering hand before stopping just short of touching herself. No use getting worked up before the match even started. Best to save her raging libido for when it really counted: in there, in the ring.

Finally the sound of her entrance music would quell her rising lust as she burst out into the limelight and was greeted with the thundering roar of the crowd. She skipped playfully up the ramp and towards the ring, waving and smiling to the ramped up crowd as she overlapped her thumb and index finger into a heart shapes and blew kisses to her newfound fans. Once she slipped through the ropes, she did another round around the ring, waving and smiling while completely annoying her opponent. Once she was satisfied with her entrance she turned to face her opponent who was bouncing excitedly against the corner turnbuckle.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest little thing. I only hope your tears taste as sweet as you look... but I guess we'll find out soon enough" Yasuda said smugly, hands at her hips as she eyed her cute opponent from head to toe. "I'm Yasuda by the way" she beamed brightly, although she refused to outstretch her arm for a friendly handshake, especially after having already learned her lesson in her last matchup.

Her petite opponent seemed especially riled up by the time Yasuda finished her entrance, and even more so at her opening taunt. She had to admit, she was feeling a little bit more... bitchy than usual today. Maybe it was the carnal lust mounting up inside of her, or the sight of her cute and rowdy opponent, or the realization that being nice hadn't faired too well in the last catfight she was in; either way she was planning on using her maliciously sultry mood to great effect in this match, and that all started with poking even more fun at her opponent's expense.

"Why I sure hope so!" Yasuda said in a sing-songy voice, sticking out her tongue and making a wet slurping noise to accompany it. She was going to squeeze her opponent until every last drop leaked out: Tears, sweat, nectar, all of it would combine to form the concoction found only in a women's body. She only hoped that Fuji would be able to quench her ever-growing thirst tonight. And judging by the way she dressed, poised, and even hissed, Yasuda had no doubt that she just might hit the spot. The ref stepped in-between them now, arms raised signaling that the match was about to start any second now.

"And better yet you're a fan! Consider this the... VIP experience then" Yasuda said smoothly, licking her lips as she concluded her remarks that time perfectly with the resounding DING of the opening bell. She didn't waste a single solitary second, reeling her right hand back as quickly as possible before sending an open palm flying towards the smaller women's cheek!

Yasuda gleamed with delight as her commanding slap sent the smaller woman's head swiveling back. The yelp that escaped form her lips let Yasuda know that the attack had had the desired effect, simultaneously stunning and humiliating the women right from the start. Even more interesting was her opponent vengeful hiss and glaring stare. It almost made Yasuda take a step back out of sheer surprise. 'Huh, she really puts the cat in catfight' she thought to herself. Unfortunately for Yasuda, there was alot more claws to that hiss as Fuji soon sent an unsuspecting slap of her own right at Yasuda's cheek.

"Uah-!"The slap was surprisingly strong considering the woman's size, most of the power derived from the fact that she reeled back her body quite a bit to increase the force of the blow. It was enough to snap Yasuda's head off to the side and even make her stumble a few steps backwards. She quickly recovered her balance and delivering her own, equally cool and menacing stare back at Fuji, minus the theatrical hiss and teeth of course. Instead, she flared out her fingers to her side like a cat would it's claws, exposing her delicate digits and the finely shaped nails she kept on the end of them. She always kept her nails beautifully manicured and presentable, and for occasions like this, she even liked to keep them a tad big longer and sharper around the edges than usual.

This especially came to use when Yasuda violently lashed out with her hands, attempting to latch onto the women's hair and give her head a rough shaking about. If she managed to secure the women's hair, she would even yank the girl towards her, outstretching her knee and hoping to drive Fuji's gut right into it!

Fuji's beautiful blue hair felt silky smooth and luscious between her fingers, as she yanked the girl violently  around. Even better was the feeling of her opponent slumped over her knee, grunting upon impact and obviously hurt from the attack. She couldn't help but smile at Fuji's words. They sounded so cute coming out through pained voice and gritted teeth. She still had a grip on the girl' hair, and used it to yank her back upright onto her feet with her head held up a few inches in front of Yasuda's. She leaned in close, her mouth slightly agape to allow her next words to bath her opponent's face with her warm, nicely scented breath.

"Oh Fuji-chan, you haven't seen bitchy yet... Not... Even...Close!" Yasuda whispered, curling her lips in a sarcastic smile as she gave one last tug to Fuji's locks. She would then reel her hand back even father then before, this time with the back of her hand primed and ready to strike at the smaller woman's cheek. If Fuji didn't do too much to resist, she would then send her backhand flying towards Fuji's face, this time with alot more power and force behind when compared to the previous slap. She would time the impact as she finished delivering her threat, simultaneously letting go of Fuji's hair and hoping the backhand slap would be enough to send her tumbling down onto the mat!

"Aww poor Fuji-chan! Are those... no it can't be, tears already?" Yasuda taunted with pouted lips and puppy eyes expressing fake concern. She placed her hands at her hips, staring down triumphantly as her opponent was brought down to her knees by her powerful slap. She was being a little more sour than her personality would normally entail, but in a match like this, against an opponent as catty (literally) as Fuji was being, she couldn't afford to waste time with pleasantries.

Her confident stance meant that she forfeited the opportunity to put up a defensive posture, rendering her too slow to react as Fuji made a quick recovery. Yasuda's attention snapped back into focus, her face now wide-eyed and startled as Fuji came barreling at her on all fours. "Wuaaah!" Yasuda yelped as as she threw her head off to the side and extended her arms outwards in an attempt to catch the women mid air, in the same manner someone would if an actual rabid cat had leaped onto their face out of nowhere.

Fuji was a lot heavier than a rabid cat though, and while Yasuda was able to cling onto her for a few seconds, she soon found herself stumbling backwards and falling flat on her back with Fuji right on top of her!