Naya Kazashi vs The Black Belt Demon - The Grind Never Stops

Match Type: Submission
Rules: Only submissions and slams are permitted, hentai allowed
Victory Conditions: Win by making your opponent verbally submit or tap-out


Naya stood with one leg spread out on the locker room bench, her back arched forward and her hamstring stretched out to the fullest extent, all while her fingers clasped onto her toes with relative ease. She repeated the stretch on the other leg, barely showing even a subtle sign of exertion. It was the final stretch in her standard pre-match routine, complete with all the basics that would get most of her muscles relaxed for the extreme contortions they were about to pull off. And from what Naya had gathered about her opponent, it seemed there would be plenty of flexibility from both sides of tonight’s fight.

She’d be facing a judoka, and one who had supposedly spiraled down into the dark side of wrestling no less. Naya had caught snippets of rumors of how the girl used to be before she adopted the Black Belt Demon moniker: Kind, fair, sportsmanlike. Not unlike Naya herself. The girl she would be facing tonight was apparently someone entirely different. She wondered what this league must have done to the poor girl to change her so much. Naya shook her head roughly, as if trying to physically dispel the disturbing thoughts.

After all, what did she have to be scared of? She was Naya Kazashi, The Wave , a skilled submissionist, a noble fighter, and by every account, a passionate lover. And in tonight’s debut she’d be showcasing all of her intimate traits in a matchup she could only dream of, complete with lights, cameras, and nothing between her and the judoka but the ring and their clothes. She was practically squirming with excitement just thinking about it. Besides, it seemed like this bad girl needed to be taken down a peg or two, and what better way to do it then by the sensual touch of the debuting submissionist herself? Not that she necessarily could win that way, but hey, the fact that it was allowed was a major plus.

She let out a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, the warm thoughts translating into a confident smile that she wore with a beam on her face. It wasn’t long until there was a knock on the locker room door, signaling it was almost time to make her debut. She strutted out the locker room and past the gorilla position, stopping just short of the entrance curtains. She waited a few seconds for her theme to begin, and once it did she burst through the curtain with both arms splayed out, taking a few moments to bask in the warm lights and welcoming cheer of the sizable crowd. Damn, it felt good to finally be in the big leagues!

Theme:

Naya Kazashi:

Her toned figure glistened in the arena lights as she made her descent down the ramp, fans giving high-fives and catcalls in equal measure. She slipped out of her jacket as she walked, tossing it to a lucky crowd member with a wink. Naya couldn’t help but admit that she enjoyed the attention, and considering that the skimpy one piece underneath didn’t do much to hide her luscious form, she really couldn’t blame them.

She skipped up the ring steps and threw herself in-between the ropes, her bare feet landing with gentle thud on the canvas floor. She did a few laps around the ring, waving her hands and highlighting her generous curves, much to the crowd’s delight. Satisfied with her reception, Naya slowly made way to her corner, making sure to add an extra bounce with each step just to really showcase her best assets. She spun around on her heel and rested her back against the corner turnbuckle, her arms draped along the top ropes as she stared out into the opposing entrance curtain, eager to see the so-called Black Belt Demon she should be so worried about.

”Booooooooooooooo!”

Yeah, that sounds just about right. Pretty much what Makoto was expecting.

She could hear it all the way from the back, even as her opponent’s music died down. It was a sound she’d started to grow used to after she changed things up, now that she was getting a better idea of who she was meant to be. Anesthesia had said, right from the beginning, that people wouldn’t understand why she was doing it, why she was making such drastic adjustments, that they would hate her for no longer being their perfect little princess.

Well...screw them, then. She never needed them, anyway.

”You’re spacing out, Judo Babe.”

The Black Belt Demon had been busy stretching in the gorilla position on a mat, waiting for her turn to be called out, focused on the monitor and the match and everything - so much so that she hadn’t noticed the click-click-click of Sista A coming up from behind, all dressed up in her stripper gear and those gaudy high-heels she wore everywhere. How did she manage to dress like that and still be  the best hand-to-hand fighter in Rumble Roses? Makoto couldn’t figure it out back when they first met and the Black Belt Demon was puzzling over it now.

She sat up, an abrupt start, and popped to her feet as her supposed compatriot emerged from the shadows, sneering her way. ”What? What are you doing here?” She huffed and pointed a finger Sista A’s way, which only garnered a bemused smirk from the brawler. ”I told Anesthesia I didn’t need any help on this. Back. Off.”

”Yeah, yeah, she got your text.” Sista A folded her arms, letting her proud breasts rest on top of her forearms. ”And she disagreed. So I’m here for a little insurance.”

The Black Belt Demon grunted, put her eyes into a full roll, and turned her attention back to the curtains as her theme music began to play, making the boos intensify to a new level of derision. As much as she wanted to argue the point, she didn’t have the time. ”Just…” She threw up her hands and marched towards the entranceway, pushing aside a stagehand that made the mistake of standing near her path. ”Just stay out of my way. I don’t want you here, I don’t need you here.”

The click-click-clicking followed after her as she made her way out, and the Black Belt Demon could feel Sista A’s grin behind her. ”Hey, you take care of business and I won’t do a damn thing, honey buns.” She tried to hurry her way up the steps to make some distance, but the woman managed to stay within earshot. Like world’s worst dressed fly. ”Just get the job done. For once.”

In a way, this was a good thing, because it put the Black Belt Demon in a hot fighting mood the moment she came out on the ramp. She made her way down the cold metal walkway with her eyes deadset on the ring, paying not attention to the woman following behind her and locking onto the ray of sunshine was taking on today. Naya Kazashi, some no-name newbie that she’d never heard of. That management had decided to put her - an Olympic Gold medalist, a veteran in the community - against a rookie was a slap in the face by itself. That they’d saddled her with this stipulation was just beyond the pale.

Hentai tactics were the thing that had pushed her changing up in the first place, getting sick of the way AFW wrestlers used them to make up for a dearth in talent, an underhanded way to win. Now she was trying to integrate them into her own moveset, used their cowardly tactics against them. Anesthesia was an...enthusiastic teacher with that kind of thing, and she was making some headway, but there was still a lot to learn.

They probably thought they could embarrass her like this. Have some rookie get a win over with some fondling. Make the whole crowd laugh. They were wrong, and she’d show them all just how wrong they were.

Without a word, the Black Belt Demon made her way into the ring under the ropes and popped to her feet. She kept her eyes focused on Naya as she made her way over to the corner, only sparing a quick warning glance to Sista A as she started circling the ring. If she wanted to be at ringside, fine. Makoto would take this little nothing out so fast that she wouldn’t have the time to interfere.

She leaned against the corner, gripped the ropes tight, and leaned forward, waiting for the bell to ring.

A slight wince replaced Naya's smile as the audience's cheers slowly morphed into boos. It wasn't long until her opponent made her entrance, descending down the ramp quickly with a tall, dark, lean woman trailing not too far behind her. They completely ignored the crowd's excessive jeers and hollers, and to no one's surprise, skipped out on the usual fanfare. Not like there was many fans to appeal to anyways.

Naya's eyes widened with shock as the two steadily came closer. What was this girl planning? Was she about to be double teamed, illegally, on her debut? She held her breath as the pair approached the ring, gripping the ropes tightly between her fingers, ready to pounce at any moment.  

She let out a hushed sigh as relief as only the judoka herself entering between the ropes, her accomplice instead retreating to the sidelines near the ring apron. Her eyes locked onto Naya's as she approached her corner, a nasty sneer sprawled on her face that was in stark contrast to her otherwise beautiful, young form. Naya stretched back further into her corner, trading uneasy glances between the girl's cold glare and the amused expression of her posse.

She'll have to keep an eye out for that one. Just because she wasn't directly in the ring didn't mean she wasn't a danger. She let out another deep breath before summoning up the courage to meet her in the center of the ring before the bell.

"Naya Kazashi" she said simply, a brief and polite smile on her face as she stiffly extended her hand out in greeting, not entirely sure if the girl would accept it. Regardless of whether she did or not, Naya would take a few steps backwards afterwards, putting enough distance between the two in case the twisted judoka or her crew tried anything funny before the match was officially underway. She took a few seconds to scan the women, staring her up and down with warm but analytical eyes.

She was a fair bit smaller than herself, but not drastically so, and dressed in a judo garb with a black gi and belt. Naya didn't know much about Judo, but what she did know that it was the ideal martial art for overcoming size differences, so she figured her size wouldn't be as advantageous as she'd hoped.

Then there were her eyes, a bright hazel color with feigning remnants of warmth that had long been snuffed out. Cold stares and dismissive snarls weren't enough to hide the girl's cuteness though. Somehow, behind all that anger, beauty still managed to shine through. If it weren't for that, this matchup could have been alot more uncomfortable. But hey, if they were going to start this match by staring daggers into each other, why not have a little fun with it, right?

"I see you brought backup, huh?" Naya said with a playful smirk, crossing her arms and nodding in the direction of Makoto's ring-side associate. "Didn't know 'veterans' like you needed the help. Guess that's why they put you up against a rookie like me, eh?" She was being cocky, real cocky, more cocky than she was comfortable being. But she couldn't just let this girl's attitude go unopposed either.

"Or was it a threesome you were hoping for? Not gonna lie, I was sort of hoping for a little one-on-one action, buuuut I'm always willing to accommodate" Naya said with a wink, couching down into a grappling stance as she prepared herself for the fight just moments away.

The Black Belt Demon hated Naya already.

Granted, she wasn’t too keen on liking her from the start. She could tell from the look of her that she was one of ‘those’ wrestlers. The pretty, cutesy, sexy types that the AFW had by the crapton. She was dressed in that skimpy one piece, showing off her body, probably didn’t have any real talent to speak of, but the audience would eat her up and cheer for her just because they thought she was hot. They didn’t appreciate wrestlers like Makoto, real fighters, they just wanted their cheap porn.

But that dislike turned to full blown hate when the woman spoke up and started snarking her way. Of course she had something to say about Sista A hanging around the ring, but she also had to make it sensual, too, as if she were trying to get under her skin. Suggesting a threesome, playing coy. Dumbass.

The Black Belt Demon stepped out of the corner with her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed, just like Anesthesia had taught her. It was important that you projected strength, right from the start, and let your opponents know they needed to take you seriously. Coming off soft was Makoto’s mistake, not hers.

”She’s just here to watch, you little slut. I’m all you need to worry.” She sneered her way as the referee came between them and called for the bell, looking on as her opponent took a...grappling stance? A surprisingly good one, too. Most of the AFW’s wrestlers were either strikers or weak wrestlers who could barely get the foot placement right half the time, but this one seemed to know how to do that much right. Naya had the basics down. Something to consider.

Whatever.

She moved into her own stance, classic judo. Open handed, knees bent, moving forward. She threw a quick fake step forward in an attempt to goad her foe, but didn’t do anything else. For now, she just wanted to get a feel for Naya.

Naya kept her lips curled in a sly smile as her words seemed to have the desired affect; striking a nerve with The Black Belt Demon. She even offered a retort of her own, but Naya refused to let it bother her. In this profession, she'd been called a lot worse. And assuming the girl was telling the truth, it seemed like Naya wouldn't have to worry about her little accomplice after all. She kept her eyes honed in on Makoto as the ref finally signaled for the bell.

Her opponent made the first move, lunging out with her leg before instantly retracting it. Naya shot out her arms in front of her, instinctively blocking a blow that never came. Her nostrils flared in frustration as her arms retreated back into their grappling stance, annoyed that she had fallen for the bait.

Luckily for her, Makoto just seemed to be testing the waters, trying to see how much of a rookie Naya really was, and the silver-haired girl was already fitting the mold. She clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes, determined not to let a little slip up like that happen again. She slowly began circling the girl, taking slow crossover steps with both arms outstretched and ready, albeit not as trigger happy as before.

She thought about going for a collar and elbow lockup, but quickly dismissed the idea. Probably wasn't the smartest idea to get into a lockup with a judo practitioner, not yet anyways. The lack of action was making both of them restless, and Naya knew that if she waited any longer, she would quickly lose the opportunity to act first.

Her sly smile slowly returned to her as an idea popped into her head. She broke off their mutual circling in favor of an all out charge, heading not for her opponent but instead backwards towards the ropes. She spun herself around right before impact, colliding with ropes back-first and rebounding towards The Black Belt Demon with an even larger burst of speed.

She set her targets on Makoto, hedging her bets on the fact that her surprising speed would minimize the amount of time her opponent would have to react. Within moments she was already mere feet away from the girl, and that's when she would to strike. She leapt forwards into the air, aiming to connect both of her hands with Makoto's face and bring the twisted judoka down to the mat with a flying clothesline! It was a risky move to pull off so early into the match, but one that would reward the debutant nicely if it managed to connect.

Sista A was already bored. Not even one minute in, and it was settling in. Even back in Rumble Roses, she’d always hated how Makoto fought, with that professional, posh, deliberate way of going into matches, treating them like they were some kind of technical match. She’d hoped that training together might get the judoka to spice things up, and she had improved her striking skills in their time together, but underneath it all, beneath all the new meanness and the fresh getup and the sneers, the old Judo Babe was pulling the strings. Old habits died hard.

She supposed it didn’t matter, though - she might not have been a fan of this kind of fighting, preferring to punch her way through every situation until it worked out, but she couldn’t deny that few people could do it as good as Makoto could. Was Naya in that number? She doubted it.

The Black Belt Demon’s conclusion was about the same, too. It was a small thing, but she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath when her opponent fell for the fake. As good as it would’ve been to get the hit on her from the start, she could take a mental win, too. She knew from experience how that sort of thing could worm its way into your brain, eat at you through the match. It would pay dividends, she was sure of it, and-

What was Naya doing?

The woman was backing up all of the sudden, heading towards the ropes, a retreat. Working on instinct more than anything, she gave chase, wanting to back the little witch up against the ropes. A move she regretted right away.

Naya turned out to be a little faster than she’d anticipated, making it to the ropes quicker than she expected and bouncing off...hard. She had enough momentum to bowl into Makoto and bring her down with a stiff clothesline, one that knocked her flat and got the crowd cheering.

The Black Belt Demon, needless to say, was less enthused. Growling, groaning, she rolled to her feet and went into a charge, ducking down at the last second with her arms wide for a double leg takedown.

Naya's arm collided cleanly with The Black Belt Demon's snarling face, bringing the both of them to the ground with a thud. It was a stunner alright, but not nearly enough to keep either one of them on the ground for any significant amount of time. Naya glanced back, noticing the judoka was already working her way back onto her feet. She hurried to do the same, managing to stand up and turn around just in time to see Makoto barreling towards her.

A sharp gasp was forced from her lungs as The Black Belt Demon's shoulder colliding into her pelvis, all while Makoto's arms grabbed onto the side's of Naya's knees and sent both legs flying up. She found herself momentarily suspended in the air, only to crash back-first onto the mat with a slam that left her groaning in pain. Perhaps even worse was the fact that the the judoka was now crouched smugly in a dominant position overtop of her.

She let out a pained yelp as she tried to recover her breath, her gut still aching from the ram and slam combo. Now on top, there was no doubt The Black Belt Demon was vying to take advantage of their new position, but even in her weakened state, Naya wasn't going to make it easy for her. The takedown required that Makoto position herself in-between Naya's legs, and with only seconds to spare before Makoto would inevitably transition into sometime else, Naya would have to make the most out of that opportunity.

Regaining her lost strength with a sharp inhale, Naya clasped her legs together tightly after their impact with the ground, locking her ankles on the other side of Makoto's waist and hoping to trap the judoka in-between her powerful thighs before she had the opportunity to fully put her judo skills into practice.

And now she is done. Predictable. Easy. Now that the Black Belt Demon had a good position to work with, she could move on to something substantial and make quick work of this little upstart. Maybe an armbar or something more complex, something to show off her skills and get her screaming. Give the audience a show. She was a bit winded from that opening clothesline, but she had the wherewithal to make something substantial work, she was sure of it.

She was in the process of moving, too, when a pair of shockingly toned legs wrapped around her waist and clenched tight, holding her in place and stopping her plans cold. She gasped - pain, shock - as the pressure poured on, a stark reminder that being on top and being in control were two quite different things. Naya was also a bit stronger than she would’ve guessed at first glance, at least below the waist.

”Fuh.” She grunted and brought one arm down to the legs, wedging it in at the side to alleviate some of the pressure. ”Yeah, okay…friggin’ little”

It was a good move, she could admit, but she wasn’t going to let Naya take control of things. Not this early, not this way.

Her first instinct was to go for the pinfall, but she caught herself before she could try it, and focused on doing something substantial. She reached up and pressed her forearm to Naya’s throat, pushing forward to plant her against the mat and apply some pressure to the throat. The Black Belt Demon pushed up to her knees as well, trying to take control and establish a base.

Hope seemed to be on the horizon as Naya witnessed the full effect of her bodyscissors. The Black Belt Demon appeared to falter, struggling to breathe as the the silver-haired submissionist set to work dismantling any notion of control Makoto was trying to assert. It didn't take long for the feeling to become a fleeting one however.

Naya tried to clamp even tighter through Makoto's attempts to free herself, but the Black Belt Demon's nimble finger's had managed to slip through anyway, forcefully prying her legs open by only a fraction of an inch but providing enough space to render her hold far less effective than it had been before.

Naya's stoic gaze soon turned into a worried one as Makoto pressed her advantage. Her slow and measured breaths soon turned into panic gasps as Naya struggled to get breath through the Black Belt Demon's steadily increasing pressure on her throat. With a lack of oxygen came a deprivation of energy, and the remaining strength in Naya's legs slowly began to dissipate until only a meager grip was surrounding the judoka's waist.

Her attention was now entirely devoted to freeing herself from the clutches of the fallen judoka, placing both her hands on Makoto's forearm as she she tried to pry it away from her throat. Just like her legs, her arms seemed to fail her as she uselessly flailed against the girl's choke. In a last ditch attempt, she tried to roll her body to the side, only to find herself completely encapsulated between Makoto's knees as the judoka had managed to ground herself firmly into the mat. Panic began to reveal itself in Naya's eyes as the realization that she was completely at the mercy of the Judoka finally set in.

Steady mind, steady moves, steady breathing. In the Black Belt Demon’s experience, that was the key to coming out top in judo. It didn’t matter how experienced you were, how many moves you knew or how long you spent perfecting them, if you didn’t have the mindset to pull them off when the heat was on, you’d lose, no matter the belt around your waist. As Makoto, that kind of thinking took her to the top of the Olympics. As the Black Belt Demon, it made her downright deadly, and she was eager to show Naya exactly why.

There it was. That look.

The Black Belt Demon had wanted to see it out of Naya, but even she hadn't expected it to come out this early. That look in her eye. That slight panic setting in as she realized exactly what she was dealing with. There was a time when Makoto might’ve felt bad for her, even given her an opportunity to reset and gather her barings in the name of sportsmanship…and that kind of stupidity would’ve cost her the match, most likely.

”What’s wrong?” The Black Belt Demon put on a sneering smile as Naya’s struggles bore little fruit, getting her nowhere fast. ”Getting more than you bargained for?”

That question answered itself, but she was of a mind to drive the point home even further. Out of nowhere, she let go of the hold, releasing Naya, freeing her up - but not without a parting gift. She brought her leg up and drilled her knee into her opponent’s stomach, making sure to drive it with all her weight.