MMA style Beach Match for the LAW Lightweight Championship - The match will take place inside an octagon on the beach with sand as the floor. MMA Rules. Victory to be awarded via submission or knockout. Standard MMA rules apply.
The winner will become or remain LAW Lightweight Champion
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As ironic it might sound coming from an Aikidoka, this felt like such a reversal. At Amano's last special event she was disturbingly calm. She felt so empty until the actual moment of that fight that it worried her. And that last event was in a completely empty room and ring save for a ref and camera crew. But this time... this time she was uncontrollably excited. It truly felt like something had actually possessed her body and surged through her. As if that same high she got in her fight with Yuki Kazikura in the last minutes of their death struggle came back to her all at once. And after she finished off her last minute rush of twitter responses and replies, as she finally put her phone away and was left with her thoughts, the only emotion left inside could only be described as hype!
This would be many first for the Demon. Her first time in America, her first major PPV event, her first time getting honest support and encouragement from not only friends, but wrestling senpai and other people of importance as well. Her first time being sent out as a challenger for something more than just the typical Kimodameshi matches or spars at the dojo. This... so big, so exciting, and so hype! And... her first time challenging a Champion. It was... so exciting!
"Okay..." She took a breath, looking herself in the mirror with a serious expression. An expression that only lasted a second before she burst into a wicked grin "I can do this! Time to show the WHOLE WORLD why I'm called a Demon!" And then... her theme kicked. The lone voice of a female singer chiming in under soft piano. The lights of the stage dimmed a little and a light mist started to form on the floor of the stage. And then... just before the Japanese instruments hit-
"[ Helloooo, California! ]"
No way.
"[ For LAW's Lightweight Championship, the MMA Brawl on the Beach! ]"
No. Fucking. Way.
"[ I, Hangaku, the Bewitching Warrior and Pillar of Akuma no Senshi, have the esteemed pleasure of announcing your challenger! ]"
How in the actual hell did-
"[ From Tokyo, Japan! Standing at 5' 2" and 107 pounds! Representing her family's Maizono Textiles and our Taishuya School of Martial Arts! Aikido no Akuma! Our Hellion in the Making! The Vanguard of our Stable! Fear, Quake, and Tremble, for The Demon of LAW Herself arrives!AMANOOOOO! JAAAAKUUUUU! ]"
Amano barely had time to pick up her jaw from the floor. The Japanese instruments blared as the rest of the song continued, and in all the excitement Amano jumped out on stage, a burst of black smoke all around. Though... in a much different attire than usual. It wasn't the showy kimono or flashy black panties of her usual fights. No, when Amano had said she'd wear her belt with pride she meant it. Instead, she wore dojo's gi with basic black spats and a brown belt around her waist. The symbols on her gi were the only customized part of it. Demon Warrior. A reminder of both the stable and the dojo she was representing. And as she walked into the sandy cage, as she felt every grain against her feet, as she looked at not only the ocean ahead of her, but the ocean of people watching her, she took a breath, the crowd growing silent.
"[ YOU DUDES READY?! ]"
And at the pump of her fist there was an explosion of noise, the crowd in a fervor as she placed a hand over her belt, moving to her corner of the octagon and waiting. "Heh," Looks like Gil was right. Now all she had to say was 'totally' without botching the pronunciation and she'd be good.
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Hype and anticipation mounted as the capacity crowd took in the presence and energy of the lightweight division's demoness! The entrance music alone was met with a roar and cheers that could be heard from well beyond the boardwalk! Amano Jaku very well may have been the most formidable challenger to Rose Gold's Lightweight title yet! And she was given an introduction that very much echoed this!
When the mist formed and Hangaku emerged, the Bewitching Warrior more than did Amano justice! She matched the energy of the fans as she did the honors of introducing the challenger in tonight's Main Event!
It would take some time for the applause to die down after Jaku took her place in the center of the octagon. But when it finally did, well-known LAW interviewer and talk show host Lexy Alan would emerge from behind the curtains and set with a microphone in hand.
LAW Interview and Show Host, Lexy Alan
In attire that was fitting for the venue of this title match, she wore a bikini that covered practically nothing. There was no entrance music or special effects to speak of. Savvier fans would recognize right away that this was not her first time working as a valet at the behest of Rose Gold. As a popular and long-standing staff member, Lexy had been in very good standing with LAW Management. Tonight she would be serving as announcer, valet, and as Rose's second!
With a wave of her hand to some of the eyes peeking out from behind the curtain, she gave the cue for the production crew to start up Rose's music!
"Ladies and gentlemen! This! Is the Main Event of the Fight The LAW pay-per-view special!" She'd say eloquently, yet emphatically.
"This contest will be an MMA Style Bout for the LAW Lightweight Championship!" Fireworks would go off as she continued, heralding the arrival of the champion!
"Introducing the Savior of the Lightweight Division! The Ace of LAW! The greatest champion in the history of this company and the WORLD! MY LAW Lightweight Champion and YOURS! Always and forever~....!" Lexy would wink cutely and motion to the crowd when delivering that last line
"ROOOOOOOOOOSE GOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLDDDD!"
With that emphatic introduction, Lexy would step the side and bow subserviently. With one knee and both palms on the sand beneath her, she'd lower her head as she and the fans made way for the arrival of the champion proper!
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Rose Gold's theme music hit right as her valet, Lexy Alan, finished her introductions.
As the beat in her entrance dropped, cannon's that lined the stage fired off a spray of sparkling gold and black confetti! The glittering rain fell upon the crowd that was roaring for her arrival! Rose Gold hadn't been seen before the match. Not in an interview. Not in a fan event. Not arriving to the arena. It was imperative that her debut in America be shrouded in anticipation!
Despite being born to a Japanese woman and an American Serviceman, the blonde, Gaijin looking native Okinawan had never set foot on US soil. She had been told that everything had to be bigger in America. Louder. Bolder. Very well.
The curtains parted, but what came through them was a pair of beautiful Japanese women. Upon their shoulders was a great log. Their march led to two more behind them shouldering the same log. And another two. And another two. Adding up to two lines of 8 radiant Nipponese women. Each of them dancing and waving to the crowd with a hand from the side that did not bare the burden of the their labor.
What they carried was a great golden Mikoshi. A sacred religious Palanquin styled after a great Shinto shrine. A man-powered vehicle meant for a Deity. This performance would be familiar to many from LAW. A reference to Osaka's Summer Festival. Goddess Rose's Mikoshi
In Japan, she was a Queen.
In America... She would be a Goddess!
The cabin of the palanquin was veiled so that only the Champion's silhouette could be seen as her litter was carried to its 8-sided destination. Her music continued to play as the women gently set the vehicle down so that the exit docked with the entrance to the Octagon. Rose Gold belonged to the ring. She'd not sully her perfect body by contacting anything but it before the bout.
All eight of the attendants took hold of a great red rope on either side and drew it in opposite directions. Slowly, the shrine split and opened up. The center of it raised upwards, presenting it's occupant to the heavens. Her right arm was already lofted skyward, presenting the Lightweight Championship to the world. And the crowd exploded!
Golden hair framed a face that American's would find familiar. A bright red hairband was nestled within it to ensure the audience could drink in her equally golden eyes! They were radiant honeyed amber, shining amidst the center of her perfect alabaster face.
A black gi jacket whose trim was the same color as her namesake, rose gold, hugged her shoulder. Beneath the gi she wore her wrestling attire. Holding it all together was her black belt that had been awarded to her for her skill in Judo. It secured the jacket to her practically bare hips. The belt itself had been embroidered to have her name upon it. Rose Gold
She turned once upon the raised platform of her deconstructed Litter. Her right arm shot over her shoulder, a thumb gesturing to the spade embroidered upon it's back. It was indicative of her position as the Ace of LAW. This posture also allowed the American crowd a brief look at her backside for the first time. Unlike her top which was hidden behind the tied jacket, her firm and round backside hung out from the bottom of the jacket, barely covered at all, but for her Gold and Black wrestling attire. As was appropriate for the Champion.
She descended from her podium with a slow grace. She closed her eyes as her toes sank into the sand, relishing in the cold comfort the surface offered her.
She lowered her head and closed her eyes as she raised the title once more, this time moreso for Amano than the audience. She held it there, letting the challenger soak it in while simultaneously making it feel oh so far away. Until an attendant removed it from her grasp, placing it upon the podium upon which she had once stood. The golden vehicle had now become a display for the Main Event's prize.
Finally. Rose Gold raised her head and opened her eyes to take in Amano.
"America!" She called out without taking her eyes off of her opponent. Her English was pristine. Like the rest of her.
"Fear not this 'Little Demon'!" She smirked and brushed her bangs back, ensuring that her lovely face was unobstructed.
"And instead, prepare your tribute for me! Your goddess of Sex! and Violence!"
Amano... honestly didn't know what to expect when she saw Lexy apparent instead of the champion herself. She was a little familiar with the woman as a staff member and something of an accessory to Rose, but things quickly clicked as she started to announce the champion's arrival in a way not too dissimilar to Hangaku. Though... after that announcement was when things got explosive... literally. Whatever cheering the crowd had given was deafened by the loud cannons at the stage, showering the stage and beach alike in glittering confetti. But that was just a taste of the show to come.
Now, Amano had heard the term "extra" used before. In English it meant more of something, or an addition. But apparently in America is was also slang for being overly dramatic and theatrical. Like someone over dressing for an event or being too loud and noisy about something simple. Amano's own intro was admittedly one of the fanciest she had gotten since joining LAW, and her outfit was a lot simpler as a contrasting point to that. But... what Amano was seeing now. The large Mikoshi, the array of young women carrying it, and seeing the woman herself draped in a black, embroiled gi and belt that was damn near opposite of Amano's more traditional and white one.
Yeah. No doubt about it. This was pretty fucking extra, and Amano's vacant stare almost be confused for apathy rather than actual shock and surprise.
And as Rose presented her belt to the crowd, to Amano, to the world... the Demon's vacant stare became truly apathetic. That belt wasn't the prize to her. No. The woman holding it was. It took a lot of work and effort to get to this stage... but she finally was facing off with the champion. It was almost funny. The little brat that only had a few matches and tweets to her name a few months back was now standing her in a whole different continent about to throwdown with the champion of her division. A death match, a few special event matches debuting newbies, and training her ass off the the dojo got her here. And once the two finally meet golden eyes... it honestly felt like looking in a mirror of sorts. Even as Rose spoke in that smug and cocky tone the demon had grown use to from her Midas Touch segments... she couldn't help but smirk. The energy was just too high to not smile. And Amano's smile was damn near sinister.
"Huh?" She placed a hand over her belt, giving the champion a wicked smirk. "You sure about that, Bara-kami?" She teased. "You make a claim like that to a demon and she might just give you one, feeding you your own blood and ravaging your body afterwards." She took a step forward, sizing the woman up. They were... the same height. That was the most shocking thing too Amano. With all that ego she honestly thought Rose would be taller. And the next thing she noticed was... just how similar they really looked. Amano's appearance might be the work of hair dye and contacts, but... gold eyes met gold eyes, blonde hair met blonde hair, and... despite the foreign name and lighter skin, Amano could see the few Japanese features on her. Their skin and gi colors was the most obvious difference about them. "Heh..." She couldn't stop snickering at the thought. "Oh, Gil-chan wanted me to give you a message, by the way. Some American phrase they say before a big show." She pointed a finger Rose's way, her grin widening as her eyes flashed.
Rose moved to the center of the arena built specifically for these two. Her hips swayed with a feline grace. Like a lioness confidently approaching a fresh kill.
She met Amano in the center of the Octagon and it was clear that the two were an even match, at least physically. Both women were petite by American standards. But on this grand stage, they might as well have been titans. The roar of the audience and ocean blended together to make a pleasant backdrop of constant, continuous noise.
The two golden haired, golden eyed girls met. Neither one backing down as they pressed breast to breast. The crowd grew louder as their stare down grew more intense. It was clear the two meant to spill everything they had on the beach. All for the entertainment of the masses. And the title of Best In The World.
"Those are big claims. When I've left you hobbled and humbled, I'll make sure you speak them again." She grinned. A flash of canine that seemed more like an animalistic threat than an expression of amusement. "I can't wait to hear how your bravado with your tongue filling me up!" She finished the vulgar taunt with a gnashing of teeth. A quick snap of pearly whites that would unsettle all but the hardest of hearts. But then. Perhaps Amano was one of them.
"That's enough. Back up. If you want to touch hands, now's the time to do it." The ref girl intervened as she put space between the two competitors.
Rose stepped back, but never let her eyes leave Amano's. She kept that same look of intensity upon her face until she heard Amano's final statement. Her expression gave way to one of genuine confusion.
"Gil?" She said the name as if trying on a pair of shoes. She cocked her head, looking past the Ref girl towards her opponent.
"Should that name... Mean anything to me?" The look she gave Amano was clear. The name meant less than nothing to her.
Oh, the atmosphere was perfect. Standing toe-to-toe against Rose, meeting her gaze and seeing the hunger in her eyes. It really was like a mirror image. And the words that followed sent a surge of electricity through Amano. A clear threat and a clear desire to break her... but Amano's smile only widened as her eyes and lips turned to an almost giddy expression. War was declared now. Rose's words weren't just taunts, she had every intention of caring that act out. For as traditional as the two look in their gi and as flashy as Rose had acted on her arrival, this octagon was about to turn into a dog fighting cage. And Amano relished it. And the Demon nearly snapped right back at Rose with her own fangs before the referee came to force the two apart, just narrowing missing her with teeth. A teasing answer to the champion's claim.
Amano was slow to move away, her eyes focused on Rose as she gave her one last overview, taking in her form, body, and expression. And at Rose's changed expression and short words... Amano's smirk cracked. At first, of shock, then disappointment, and then...
"Kehehe..."
Amano ran a hand through her hair and ponytail, unable to hide the incoming cackle. "Ahahahaha!" Whether it was a cute jab to get in Amano's head or honest ignorance to show her superiority, all the Demon could do it laugh. This girl was going to be fun alright. "Wow, you really are an awful person, Rose-chan!" She looked at Rose with gleaming eyes. "Nah, I guess not." She said. "Just another that's gonna' get a gift from me later when I tear that black belt off you." She stood up a bit straight, settling herself into a stand, hands up ready to catch and deflect blows, as well as grapple. "But hey, what kind of tribute do you want, Bara-kami?" She ran a hand along the hem of her gi before bringing it back to stance, smirking. "A god of sex and violence probably wants more than just a martial beating from an Aikidoka."
Rose watched as Amano's expression shifted, not unlike her own had. However, Amano's confusion led to laughter rather than apathy. The petite pugilist began to cackle. There was a wry amusement to the girl's laughter. It was genuine, but humorless at the same time.
As Amano's laughter died, she rebuked the Lightweight Champion. It was her turn to smirk now.
"Awful?" She asked with feigned offense in her voice. "Honey. You don't know the half of it." She took hold of the ends of her belt and tightened it. She pulled the gi jacket tighter against her wide hips. Then she rolled her neck, cracking it audibly before mirroring Amano and adopting her own stance.
She stood square with Amano. Her feet pointing forward and her arms held out in front of her, cocked just slightly at the elbow. Her hands were open, rather than closed. An indicator of her preference to grapple rather than to strike. Her knees bent just slightly as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
Her heart beat quickly in her chest as the ref girl backed away. Her blood was heating up as the crowd roared with anticipation. The ref girl brought her hand out in front of the two girls as she prepared to give the signal to start.
"Oh little Demon. You aren't so special. You'll give me the same tribute as all the other women I've forgotten about." She ran her tongue over her lips as she locked eyes with her prey. Those golden orbs glittered with malicious excitement. They fixated on Amano with a vulgar, predatory lust.
"Your pride!"
For all Rose's bravado and teases, the stance she took was a serious one. It almost mirrored Himeko's a little, the grappling stance of a readied and eager Judoka that was itching for combat. A slight contrast to Amano's straighter, more upright aikido stance. Though... the clear lust in Rose's eyes implied a lot more than just a mere grapple. No, this was a hungry woman wanting to make a meal of Amano, and it only got the Demon smiling wider. She could feel the chills running down her spine already, a electric rush that had her yellow eyes flashing back at her opponent.
The message of clear, this was a fight to the death, one way or another.
"BRING IT!"
And the moment the referee gave the okay Amano rushed forward, kicking up sand as she did so. Her usual plan was to taunt her opponent into reacting, to play things a little more defensively and look for a weak point. But with Rose things were going to be different. This wasn't a match against a wrestler that'd use basic strikes and grapples her aikido could exploit, nor a fighter that'd be stupid enough to fall for a taunt. She had seen enough of Rose's matches to know the typical plan wouldn't work.
No, she went right for Rose head-on, arms out to snatch her gi by the shoulders and ram her head right into hers for an intimate and rough grapple to kick this martial duel off.
The grand global stage had stoked her fighting spirit in a way that even the typically evasive and serpent-like Rose Gold couldn't explain. She'd spent the time after arriving in America in isolation. She'd ensured that the only place people would see the Illustious Ace was in the ring. And as a consequence, she'd spent the past week isolated in her hotel. Her urges suppressed as she hid herself beneath baggy clothes or private work outs. She recalled pacing in her hotel room like a caged beast. Slavering and hungry. For the feel of another woman's body against her own. Beneath her and moaning. For freedom in violence.
Her world flashed white as Amano's forehead cracked into her own! "Ngh!" A grunt of pain occupied the brief lapse in senses that came from the head on collision. The demon had charged directly into her. And Rose had made no efforts to dodge. Instead she accepted the other woman's battle-lust with an uncharacteristic lack of caution!
Her heels dug furrows into the sand as she slid backwards, pushed by Amano as she gripped her gi. The muscles in her neck worked as she forced her face forward with a snarl. Her toes curled, digging into the sand and halting her momentum for but a moment. She pressed her forehead flush against Amano's, so that they were nose to nose. Eye to eye.
Her right hand moved to Amano's shoulder, grasping her collar! Her left attempted to secure an under-hook of her left arm. Her lithe body turned and she thrust her bare hip against Amano's inner thigh! And then, she kicked her leg up as she turned everything all at once! She attempted to elevate Amano up and over her shapely hips and guide her eager energy upwards and over. To hit her with the beach itself!
"HORA!"
A textbook Judo hip throw! Spoiler
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