Mamouru Higurashi Vs. Megumi Mutoh

The evening Before the match at the Kyoto AFW Tension Complex.

After a long string of events, Mamouru Higurashiwas about to face Megumi Mutoh, one of Friction's top competitors. However, due to certain circumstances, he felt that he needed to speak with Megumi before the match started. The evening before the match, when she was supposed to arrive in Kyoto, he left a message saying he would meet her in her dressign room so they could discuss the match terms.

At the appropriate time, Mamouru went to her dressing room and politely knocked. For some reason, Megumi seemed to hate Mamouru quite a bit. This would make this match interesting if nothing else. Thankfully, however, he didn't have to fight for the sake of Cassie-san's contract but that didn't mean he wasn't fighting for her sake for other reasons. With that thought in mind, he was ready to face Megumi.

Surprisingly enough, despite Megumi's hatred for Mamoru, and for Tension guys in general, she didn't mind this match at all. To her, it was a way to prove something to bother herself and to Mamoru, that she was as good if not better than the guy wrestlers, and that tension guys were all the sleazed she imagined them to be. She had some good evidence for that too, though she didn't like to shar her suspicions with anyone.

She arrived in Kyoto and was whisked off to her accommodations, resting up before going to the Tension stadium. Even here she had her own dressing room; Drake was highly accommodating to his charge's needs. She also received a message from Mamoru, stating his desire to meet her. She only reluctantly accepted.

Megumi kept her temper even and tried to not let any bias get in the way. Perhaps she would actually learn something from this. It was not likely that they would come to agreement though. When Mamoru arrived, Megumi opened the door. She looked at him for a moment, her face neutral.

"Come in," she said, "Take a seat" She herself went and sat down, looking at Mamoru, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Mamouru smiled politely at Megumi when she opened the door. He nodded andstepped in and took a seat. He looked over her for a moment before getting straight to the point.

"Megumi-chan." He started. "I was surprised that I was the one who got to chose the match type. I thought for sure you would want to chose a type of match where you could work me over as much as possible. Considering Cassie-san's contract is already a settled matter at this point, it seems like there is no need for this match to continue except to feed your desire to prove a point... or... inflict pain upon me for what you think I did. Why not make it as disadvantageous as possible for me." He shook his head and smiled. "Or just jump me in an alley at some point..." He added a little sardonically.

Megumi shrugged. "It's not my style to fight someone with a serious handicap in my favor," Megumi said, "I'll give you respect as a fighter. It's the honorable thing to do." Her face remained emotionless and unenthusiastic, kinda like she really didn't want to be speaking to Mamoru. She disliked him quite a bit after all.

"Besides, Cassie's issue isn't settled," she continued, "She might not want to work with Drake anymore, and that is fine. But that doesn't mean I'll let her work with you." Megumi sat back in her chair, curling her legs up and resting them on the edge, almost holding herself like a little ball. "I'll revise my statement about you Mamoru. It's not that I don't like you personally, though you do get on my nerves. I don't like your type."

Mamouru raised an eyebrow at Megumi. "You... won't let her work with me?" He asked and then shook his head, smiling at Megumi. "What exactly do you think you can do to keep her from working with me?" He asked seriously. "You think beating me up will change her mind?" He stood up and looked at Megumi seriously. "My type?" He asked. What exactly is... my type?" He probably was what Megumi thought he was but not on this day. "The kind of guy who just uses wrestling as an excuse to get into women's pants?" He offered up.

"I don't need wrestling to get into women's pants, Megumi-chan." He said coldly as if he was offended. "But you're right. I bet you thought giving me the chance to decide the match type would put me in a position where you could show me up. That I'd pick a hentai match or something just so I could get my hands on you."

Mamouru smirked. "Heh... normally I would... but not because I'm interested in your body." Which, he certainly was. "I take wrestling seriously but even if I have skills, I'm probably not going to be able to beat you unless I have a lot working for me. Your experience far outweighs mine. But I definitely think I have an advantage in a hentai match. It gives me my best chance to win so of course I would go for that." There were other reasons too, but he wouldn't share those.

"But I won't do that. Cassie-san will certainly be watching and I won't subject her to that. It's unseemly and unprofessional. No. I'll fight you in a standard match." He then slowly walked towards Megumi until they were nearly chest to chest. "And I'll definitely show her how to properly be a heel." He added with his eyes narrowed as he looked at Megumi, staring into her eyes intently.

"Cassie only said she wouldn't work with Drake anymore," Megumi said in response, "And, while she may intend to work with you, I'm sure it's possible somehow to prevent that. I won't go into details about it..."

She let Mamoru rant, keeping her own emotions in check, slipping into that zen state she learned while training to keep stress at bay so she could focus. "No, you're not that type," Megumi said, "Those guys are too pathetic for me to hate. What you are though... you're far worse." She paused a moment when Mamoru got up in her face. She didn't shrink back, looking right back up into Mamoru's eyes, her own focus unwavering.

"You're the type that likes breaking women because it's fun," she said, "And you like be a playboy and break girl's hearts to satisfy your own urges. You have no discipline and no honor, and you fight for nothing but yourself. You're selfish and cruel and you destroy every relationship you touch. That's why I fear for Cassie, I'm afraid of what you will eventually do to her."

Her eyes got even more intense. "I hate guys like you because that's all they deserve Mamoru. You want to show you're worthy of being a manager? Prove that you're something else. If it's a standard match you want, that's fine. If it was hentai, I would be fine with it to. I won't lose to a limp-dick heartbreaker like you."

Mamouru listened to her rant. She was pretty spot on. He liked wrestling girls not because he enjoyed pleasuring them or using them to pleasure himself, though that was a bonus. Rather he did it because somewhere deep inside of him, for reasons even he really didn't understand, he liked the idea of breaking girls. Humiliating them. It was like he was some kind of vengeful person despite having several wonderful female role models in his life.

But there she went again. "Heh... Ha!" Mamouru started laughing at Megumi's words. "So that's how it is, is it?" Mamouru asked. "Tch. I wish more than ever this was a hentai match, Megumi-chan." He said coldly, indicating that she was right. "But whatever personal feelings I may have, I won't let interfere with managing. Cassie-san is more important than any of that. I'll definitely prove you wrong!" He said and looked Megumi up and down one last time before turning to leave.

Megumi looked up when Mamoru turned to leave, letting her legs slide off the chair as she stood up. "I hope you do Mamoru," she said, almost sadly, "For Cassie's sake."

She closed the door as Mamoru left, letting out a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding. This was it; it was going to be a long night for her. She slowly changed out of her street clothes, tossing them in a pile on the other chair, not really caring if they got all messed up. She was sure she would probably want new clothes after this match. It was already making her feel kinda dirty, doing this. Not because she was wrestling a man; she did that often enough back in training, and sometimes competitively as well, though never officially; but because she was wrestling Mamoru, who she knew to be the way he was. She didn't like the thought of him breaking her in any way, even though that was what he was going for, obviously.

Once she was fully naked, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. "What am I trying to do here?" Megumi wondered, not sure why she wanted to fight Mamoru. It was originally about Cassie, but that was gone. If the girl wanted Mamoru as her manager, who was she to judge? Still, she wanted to punch Mamoru's face in for being what he was, but that wasn't a good reason to fight. Maybe this fight was for Mamoru to prove himself, but Megumi didn't feel like just being a lackey for that purpose. No, she decided this was going to be a test for herself. She was going to play fair and be in control, despite her own feelings about Mamoru. It was going to be about her discipline.

With that in mind, Megumi reached into her equipment bag and pulled out her wrestling gear for the night. It wasn't her usual dress, but a tight-fitting dark red speedo with a white stripe down the sides. Megumi put it on, feeling it hug her curves and press into her chest, making her breasts look a bit smaller than they were, which was a good thing. It made them harder to grab. With one finger she gently fixed her costume, pulling it down a little to cover her butt better. She then pulled out her pads and a pair of gloves, putting the pads on first. Then she pulled out the pair of soft lace-up wrestling boots, taking her time with the laces to get them perfect. They fitted snugly, which was good. After getting changed, Megumi sat back in her chair, waiting for the call to action.

Mamouru left feeling good about the match. It seemed that he might have unsettled Megumi and if he didn't do that, then he at least had her thinking about things. He too had somethings on his mind though. What he was doing, was it for the sake of Cassie or to show Megumi what he was really capable of? If it was the latter, if he was really trying to break Megumi, then he would have definitely chosen a hentai match.

When he was ready, he slipped into his semi-loose shorts and a tank top. He wore knee pads and ankle cut wrestling boots. Nothing too fancy really. This would be his first time solo inside the ring despite havign two previous matches under his belt. One was a tag match with himself and his twin brother against Taylor and Cassie. It was the day that he had met Cassie, the day that had seemingly changed his life. They had lost, but he assumed they would have with Johnny unable to get serious with his girlfriend. He didn't hold it against him. His other match was against a girl in her own apartment. A hentai match were he left the girl humiliated. He didn't even think about that match really. Right now he was focused on the task at hand.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWQd6zWn-7s:7kwj6p3a]His music[/url:7kwj6p3a] began to play and he came out to mild cheer. Standard applause for someone who had barely done anything in the match. He knew they had come to see Megumi. There was a buzz in tension that the great idol Megumi Mutoh had come to basically put on an exhibition against some rookie in tension. No one gave im a shot. He didn't care. He wasn't looking from approval for anyone but one person on the planet for this match. If he happened to get it from Megumi as well, then that was just a bonus.

When he made his way up to the ring, he slid in and went to his corner. He stretched and waited for Megumi to come. While he waited he let out a deep sigh. He wondered just who else might be watching. He couldn't think about that. He couldn't get nervous. He just had to focus.

Shortly after Mamoru made his entrance, Megumi's [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBRNSI3RvPQ&list=FLtm4lGzs_ujKLtKN-tJ99QA&index=19&feature=plpp_video:3c89p01i]music of choice[/url:3c89p01i] came on over the speakers, and the idol came out onto the ramp, still absent-mindedly fiddling with her armbands, as if they didn't fit quite right. But it wasn't her armbands, but the rest of her costume that she wasn't really used to. The crowd cheered her loudly, and more than a few hoots were directed her way due to her choice of attire. Her red skirt showed less than this tight speedo did, even though that was more of a show costume than serious fighting gear. Tight-fitting clothes that didn't get in the way suited a more serious fighter, but Megumi had gotten used to the crowds seeing her in that skirt, so this was a little different. And considering these were Tension fans, who liked a different kind of match than what Friction offered, it made her a little uncomfortable.

Still, she was determined to make this match work. She calmed herself as she walked down the ramp, slipping into her fighting state of mind. She didn't play the crowd up too much, only giving the camera a few smiles and waving at a few particularly enthusiastic fans. She soon found herself at the ring, jumping up onto the ring apron, and then hopping up over the ropes. She took the moment to look around at the crowd. The stadium was much smaller than in Friction, though the people were no less loud. She nodded, turning around to look at Mamoru.

"So this is where you all fight?" Megumi said, "It's not bad, considering." Her face was all serious, not showing any signs of enjoyment. "Are you here to break me Mamoru?" she asked, "I hope you're not. It won't be fun for either of us if you try that stuff."