"The Unbelievable" Ripley VS "The Judo Fighter" Jenner Sky

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"The Unbelievable" Ripley VS "The Judo Fighter" Jenner Sky
Match type: MMA Iron Woman Hentai
Match Win condition: Iron woman hentai, forcing the opponent into moves and knockouts to build up points before the end of the time limit, which is 60 minutes. The match will stop if the ref sees a medical issue and will call it over for the safety of all the fighters.
Match unique rule add-ons: Sleeper-holds/knock outs do not count as a win condition; it will just add to the points.
The referee for the match: Referee Mills (NPC)
Ring Type: MMA octagon cage

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Jenner stepped into the locker room well before her scheduled fight with “The Unbelievable” Ripley, the distant noise of the arena filtering through the concrete walls as preparations for the sixty-minute Iron Woman bout continued outside. She had already spent enough time thinking about the rules: points would be accumulated throughout the match, with knockouts and sleeper holds adding to the score rather than ending things outright, and Referee Mills would only stop the contest early if one of them was in genuine medical danger. For Jenner, that meant pacing herself. Sixty minutes inside an MMA cage was a long time to make someone regret agreeing to fight her.

A short while later, Jenner came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her, her blonde hair pulled back and the shaved sides exposed. She dried off thoroughly before sitting on one of the benches and laying out the last pieces of her preparation kit. She started with a fresh coat of black nail polish, carefully touching up each nail and letting them dry. Once she was satisfied, she applied a very light amount of scented body oil to her arms, shoulders, and legs—just enough to leave a faint smell of roses and blueberries without making her skin overly slick. By now, it was practically part of her pre-fight ritual.

Once the oil had settled, Jenner started dressing for the cage. She pulled on her short, tight black fight shorts, adjusting them until they fit comfortably and wouldn't shift once the grappling began. Her white gi jacket came next, the heavy fabric settling over her shoulders, with the Strangle Depth logo prominent across the back. Jenner wrapped her black judo belt securely around her waist, tightened the knot, and tested it with a sharp tug. She rolled her shoulders, stretched her neck from side to side, and briefly bounced on the balls of her feet, already mentally running through throws, clinches, transitions, and submissions.

Last came the actual fighting gear. Jenner strapped on her MMA gloves, flexing and closing each hand several times to make sure nothing interfered with her grip. She then secured the matching shin and instep guards, the minimal protection covering only the fronts of her shins and the tops of her feet while leaving her heels and toes free to move. Standing again, Jenner inspected herself in the locker-room mirror, tightened her belt once more, and gave a small, confident smirk. Sixty minutes. An enclosed octagon. With Ripley, then time to enjoy herself.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley

Ripley and Neo were chatting away as they stepped into the locker room... They were surprised to see someone, let alone Ripley's opponent already in there. "Wow, guess they double booked us with a loser!!! What was your name again? Gentle?" Ripley held back a laugh as she tossed her bag into her open locker.

"Be nice, Rip!!! You are about to beat up and bloody this girl!!! You don't want to look like a cruel bully!!" Neo winked at Jenner as him and Ripley both stripped naked before heading to the shower. There was clear loud sounds of them having sex in the shower. Definitely on purpose because Jenner was there. Once finish they stepped out and started to get dressed. Neo put on a pair of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt he didn't even button. Ripley herself slipped into her yellow top with the green border. Some green wrestling trunks with a blue hem and black belt. She slipped on some wrestling boots. Then put on her yellow headphones, while Neo hit play on his phone. What was playing wasn't loud enough to be heard, but Ripley seemed to be getting into the zone. Neo then went to taping up her wrists and fists. "Remember, Rip, this is an Iron Woman match! Not a normal one!! Don't be afraid to tap!! I know you refuse to, but it may be smarter to take the point loss than be injured!!" Ripley scowled at the idea of tapping.

"Hey, Rental?? What you doing?? Since we are stuck in here together lets talk!! Get to know each other!! Ohhhhh!!! We should add a bet to the match!!! Winner gets to keep the loser as a punching bag!!!" Ripley turned her focus to her opponent beginning a very random conversation.

[LawHell]

Jenner barely acknowledged Neo; as far as she was concerned, he was background noise. Her attention remained fixated on Ripley, those cold eyes slowly scanning her from head to toe. Shoulders, arms, hips, knees, ankles… Jenner wasn't merely admiring her. She was already deciding what to get her hands on first.

When Neo mentioned tapping, Jenner chuckled softly with a wicked smile. "Oh, sweetheart..." She moved away from the locker and approached Ripley, the subtle scent of roses and blueberries trailing behind her. Standing nearby, Jenner lifted two black-painted fingers under Ripley's chin. "You really don't grasp what you've agreed to, do you? A tap isn't some magic escape trigger. We have sixty full minutes together." Her thumb gently traced Ripley's jaw. "I'll probably let you out when you tap... but only because I'll be ready to move on to another joint."

Her fingertips slid down Ripley's arm, loosely taking her wrist. "Wrist… elbow… shoulder…" Jenner released it, gaze dropping towards Ripley's legs. "Knee. Ankle. Hip." Her grin widened. "So many choices." She stepped closer again. "And you're cocky too. I like that. You'll keep fighting when you should probably give in, which is going to make you very entertaining."

Jenner finally commented on Ripley's wager, completely ignoring Neo. "And that punching-bag bet? No, sweetheart. It's too boring." She moved closer, her voice turning into a teasing whisper. "Instead, make the loser your training dummy, something that fights back as I practice various holds, locks, and submissions." Jenner slightly squeezed Ripley's shoulder possessively. "Beat me, and you get the same deal. But if I win, I get to have 'The Unbelievable' Ripley all to myself for practice."

Jenner stepped back, adjusting her black belt before glancing over her shoulder. "SO Keep that attitude, sweetheart. I like my prey feisty." Her gaze lingered on Ripley one last time. "Just don't disappoint or bore me," she added, then exited the room, laughing as the door slammed shut.