Of Chains and Chances (Ebisu vs. JDL)

Match Type: Collar Match
Win by Strapping a Collar to your Opponent's Neck
Winner is free to use the loser however they wish backstage
Hentai Encouraged

Her first match in the AFW and it was going to be a Collar Match of all things, one of the wildest and most intense type of match she could imagine. Ebisu had to admit, she was a bit... concerned.

Not for herself. The barbarian fighter had done her fair share of kinky matches and even had a good amount of backstage promiscuity in the indies. But her opponent, from what she gathered, was just a kickboxing streamer from America. Ebisu took the time to subscribe and watch a few of her videos and archived stream highlights beforehand, but this girl looked like a normal streamer that did some workout routines and spars, nothing too big or crazy. Even her gaming streams, while a bit sensual in the angles, weren't anything as intense as the match to come. And Ebisu had heard a few horror stories about innocent and naive virgins being plucked into hentai matches for the pleasure of a cruel opponent and lustful crowd. And while the Noble Savage had no intent to be merciful, there was a bit of hesitation on how hard she should go on this girl. I'll... find out as I go, I suppose. Impressions and studying aside, her opponent was a trained fighter, and she had a similar, if slightly leaner, built than Ebisu, so in a straightforward fight it'd be an honest competition. And if I win... She blushed at the thought. Locking a collaring around her opponent's neck, claiming her as a prize... and doing as she pleased on that prize...

Newbie or not, Ebisu wanted to be the winner of this fight, and as the low and ominous beat of her theme music hit she snapped back to reality. It was time.

Ebisu walked out onto the stage in as a silhouette within a hazy mist. Walking out of the haze, she revealed herself in all her glory to a cheering crowd. Long white hair, a tight tube top around her chest, a dark purple skirt around her waist, all in a wild, tribal style. And true to her moniker, she said nothing, only gazing at the ring and the crowd as she walked down the ramp. Her mind was focused on the ring and how the match might play out. What kind of moves her opponent would make, the moves she'd make during the match, how far to tease and poke at her... and how to finally collar her when the match was done.

Upon reaching the apron of the ring she paused, taking a moment view the corners, seeing a collar and chain leash hanging along each respective fighter's corner. A clear sign of what the intent of the match would be. Then, with the crowd on edge, she remove her skirt, the crowd reaching a fevered pitch as she revealed her tight-fitting bottoms underneath that barely hid her crotch and giving the crowd plenty of sex appeal. Her only response to the cheers being a mild blush as she hopped into the ring and moved to her corner, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

As the saying went, there was no more skilled sleuth than a woman with your name and access to the Internet. Okay, so maybe that wasn't actually a saying, but it should have been. At the very least, it certainly applied to Julie. After receiving notice from her manager Christina regarding a match booking, she immediately got to work. Of course, Doc gave all of Team Stanza's wrestlers a scouting report before their matches, but even Christina's honed research abilities were no match for Julie's years of tracking down friends' crushes online.

Just like the scouting report said, this Ebisu girl seemed strong. Like, really strong. The kind of strong that could probably punch a hole clean through you if you weren't careful... or the kind of strong that could pin you down and fuck you silly whether you wanted it or not. (Spoiler alert: Julie wanted it.) In fact, the latter seemed the more usual option for the so-called Noble Savage. She wasn't a particularly brutal fighter despite her strength and, in fact, seemed to be more focused on bending her opponents into sexy little pretzels instead of... more painful pretzels? And it took a bit of digging, but Julie knew that most young adults her age had to have some kind of professional social media presence. Ebisu -- or, perhaps, should she say Ms. Ace? -- was no different. Impressive internships, specialized coursework, and demonstrable interest in extracurricular activities all the way from high school to a career at an impressively prestigious college. Not that any of that nominal prestige or academic pedigree meant much to Julie anyway, but it was good to know nonetheless.

Either way, Ebisu seemed like the perfect co-star to continue Julie's young career. After her debut match, Julie's follower counts exploded as her numerous audiences from gaming, MMA, and now AFW all clamored for more. But Julie wasn't a debutante anymore, and the novelty that went with that title would have to be made up somewhere. She couldn't have asked for a better canvas with which to work than Ebisu's tall, tanned body -- whether that body was Julie's to play with tonight or simply laid atop her own in dominance. Win or lose, this match was gonna be a whole lot of fun. After a brief shadow boxing routine in the locker room, Julie tried to express that feeling of excitement to all of her followers, old and new in a short, teasing Tweet: "match number 2 comin' right at ya! no spoilers, but i think you'll all like who i'm going up against~"

And with that, she was off.

Julie Dykstra-Liao, the Notorious J.D.L.:

Julie's Match Attire:

Julie's Entrance Theme - All That I Know:

Julie was pleased to see that, compared to her first match, way more people in the audience seemed to recognize her. She guessed that word got around fast in the AFW world, and that everything she'd been doing in the ring and online had paid dividends for her fandom. Always appreciative of her fans, Julie took the time to take as many selfies and sign as much merch as she could in the time that it took for her theme song to play throughout the arena. The crowd's wolf whistles and cat calls grew to a fever pitch when she bent down low to slip in between the ropes. Julie walked up to her taciturn-looking rival, raising her eyebrows at her first in-person glimpse of Ebisu, the Noble Savage.

"Whoa," Julie exclaimed with a whistle, "look at you! Your old indie match videos don't do you justice, girl!" It was the truth; while she knew from the clips that Ebisu was strong, seeing how her lithe form seemed to barely contain the muscles within really drove the point home. It was a deceptive contrast to her own fit, toned body. She stepped forward, wanting to take this time before their match began to see if this girl really was as self-assured in her stoicism as she appeared. "Now," she asked softly, "do you promise to show me as good of a time as you did all those other girls? If you do, I'll make your AFW debut one to remember. And that's a promise, from one smart, strong, and sexy young professional to another! Let's make our mark on this league together, 'kay?" The steps were pretty basic: Tease the calm-looking girl in a sexual manner, then show her that Julie knew quite a bit about her already. Two different ways to unsettle the girl a bit and get her measure, but not in an aggressive way. In fact, Julie would claim that it was to get the two of them more intimate with one another!

Julie's eyebrows rose at her opponent's request. She was perceptive -- any ambitious, moving-and-shaking woman had to be -- but even she was caught off guard. It seemed that Ebisu was just full of surprises: Her voice was light, airy, and somewhat timid in a way that belied her true ferocity in the ring. The way she blushed and almost flinched at Julie's flirts didn't exactly line up with the way her eyes roved over Julie's body.

Then, in an instant, Ebisu's entire countenance changed subtly but significantly, and Julie got the measure of her rival for the night. Her gaze turned to steel, and Julie realized that this was the real Ebisu. She wasn't playing up a personality for the sake of a crowd like Julie was; no, here was a girl that knew exactly what she wanted and was confident that she could get it. The real inferno to pay attention to was not the blush on Ebisu's face but the fight in her spirit.

This was gonna be so much fun.

"Oh, girl, you can have way more than just a taste..." Julie whispered before leaning forward in kind to meet Ebisu's lips. She wouldn't simply acquiesce to the Noble Savage's request, though. No, she would take it in stride, putting her own mark on their kiss. One of Julie's hands rose to stroke at Ebisu's abs, her fingerpads pressing against the taut skin, while the other took a firm hold at the small of Ebisu's back. Julie secretly enjoyed the way that the crowd seemed to swell at getting a sneak peek of the sensual action they'd paid to see, but she wouldn't let it distract her from the job at hand. Whenever Ebisu deepened their kiss, Julie would respond in kind, allowing her to use as much tongue as she liked before taking the same initiative.

When Ebisu would pull back, Julie would follow her right back, quickly surging forward to recapture the taller girl's lips. With a brief bite at the bottom lip and another swirl of her tongue, Julie deepened this second kiss all on her own, almost as if to show that she wouldn't go down without a fight... or that she just really enjoyed kissing Ebisu.

Finally, Julie pulled away, her own freckled, tan face already blushing from the lack of air and the sensual action alike. She winked and backpedaled to her corner, calling out, "Was that a good enough taste for you? Hope it wettened your appetite for more~" Taking care not to show just how much she needed to catch her breath, Julie waited for the match to start with her eyes locked on Ebisu.

"The whole damn meal, huh?" Julie's voice was also slightly shaky, its wavering betraying the unaffected front she wanted to put up. The truth was, both she and Ebisu were really good at kissing, so their little pre-show ended up riling her up quite a bit already. They'd be all over each other in an instant, but Julie just couldn't help but be a little impatient.

Then the bell rang, and all pretenses of restraint were thrown out the window. The ignition behind Ebisu's gaze was unmistakable, and Julie met it with a wide, confident grin of her own as she squared up into a classic kickboxer's stance. Everything about Ebisu told her that she'd be able to take whatever Julie had to throw at her, and Julie was more than happy to oblige. Even if she ended up losing, Julie figured that Ebisu was the type that liked to work for her pay, and she was more than willing to play into that -- both for the crowd's sake and for the two of them here in this ring. Besides, Julie didn't think she'd mind it if she ended up one of Ebisu's many conquests. Still, Julie was a fighter by trade long before she was an entertainer; even if the latter took the priority nowadays, somehow Julie felt that this was a case where a good fight would get her a lot of clicks.

As she cautiously closed in on her opponent, Julie's training kicked into gear, her brain already working overtime to analyze her opponent. Ebisu was taller than her, longer than her, and probably stronger than her. Even if Julie had the technical advantage (which was a huge assumption to make this early on), taking the wait-and-see approach of a counterpuncher would just get her pummeled. J.D.L. did not want to trade blows with the Noble Savage.

"Sorry, babe, no free lunches here!"

So, the only thing to do was close the distance.

With that final retort, Julie rushed forward and quickly threw a left-handed jab towards Ebisu's nose! She then faked a straight with her right before raising her right leg up instead. Depending on how close Ebisu was and whether she'd backed away or not, that leg would either be destined for a straight kick or a knee right to Ebisu's chiseled core! Exposing her leg with such an uncontrolled move this early was a risk to be sure, but Julie hoped that her martial arts training would see her through this early exchange.

Technical kickboxing was a pretty damn good skill to have in your back pocket during a fight. With it, you could keep an opponent away and grind them down with hits from all sorts of angles. But if you don't know what you're doing, you're putting yourself at risk. if your arm or leg was out there for too long, then you invited a brutal counterattack from your foe.

Unfortunately for Julie, being technical was just sooo boring. So it wasn't too much of a surprise when Ebisu caught her ankle and all but flung her across the mat.

"Wha- aaahhh!"

Halfway through her opponent's throw, Julie felt weightless, Ebisu's sheer strength more than enough to swing her just off the mat. For just a half-second, she flew through the air. The streamer landed on one foot, then bounced to the other, skipping once, twice across the canvas like a stone on water, and finally-

"Yeaaaagh!"

-promptly almost fell right out of the goddamn ring. Her back hit the upper rope, but she was unable to regain her balance fast enough to stay standing. She fell backwards, only staying in the ring by quickly grabbing the middle ropes. There she hung precipitously for a second or two, almost like a see-saw. Her legs kicked repeatedly as she tried to shift her weight back towards the ground. When she finally returned to terra firma, however, her eyes went wide as she found herself unable to defend against whatever Ebisu was cooking up next!

Okay, so that was actually pretty funny. Or, at least, it must have looked funny, based on how the crowd was currently laughing at Julie's position. Even Julie herself had to chuckle a little bit at how she must have looked, just barely stopping herself from tipping out of the ring like a student who'd leaned their chair back too far. That giggling didn't last for long, though.

"Oh, shi-" WHAM!

As soon as her feet touched the canvas, Julie was knocked right back off of them! Ebisu's arm slammed into her upper body, sending her over the ropes once and for all! She bounced off the ring apron and fell to the ground with nothing more than a few more grunts of pain.

Despite how much she'd have loved a second to catch her breath, the referee started pointing at her and counting almost as soon as she landed. "Yeah, yeah, I got it!" she yelled at the ref, waving her off. Of course, actually getting back into the ring to avoid a count-out would be another question entirely. She didn't know just how much Ebisu was into the whole collar stipulation, but if she really wanted to, the Noble Savage could easily try to keep Julie out of the ring.

So, Julie scampered to another side of the ring, ignoring the audience's jeers at her passive approach. After all, discretion was the better part of valor. Then, she hopped up onto the ring apron -- if Ebisu followed, then the kickboxer would send one more push kick out towards her to try to get some distance before slipping back into the ring.