The darkness of the ring was broken by a show of lights, in blue and pink colors, along with the entrance theme of the newest Young Lioness, Joyce Hilda. Recently joined to L.A.W, as a member of the trainee program, Joyce managed to book her first match after knocking some doors and spreading her credentials, there and there. Luckily, for her, she managed to get an opponent who was about the same level of her. And here comes the challenger... the Youngest Lioness... JOYCE!! HILDA!!!
Wearing her usual wrestling attire, consisting on black tennis shoes, shin-long white socks, white and pink T-shirts and navy blue buruma, Joyce walked to the ring, with her waist bouncing left and right at the rythm of her walking and her theme song. She made it very synched, in a way that, when the song reached the "Be The One" part, she was already inside the ring and jumped to climb on the turnbuckle post, blowing kisses to the audience and screaming on the mic, loud and clear:
"I love you, L.A.W. fans!"
After her presentation, the very first of a (hopefully) successfull career, Joyce climbed down the turnbuckle and leaned on it, waiting for her opponent.
"And introducing her opponent! Representing COURAGE GENERATION!" The announcer roared as the stage was bathed in ocean blue hues. "COURAGE! Ta-Ke-Miiii!" Stereopony - Hitohira No Hanabira(Kayfabe; Courage Generation "One of My Petals"
She emerged onto the stage mic in hand! Her angelic voice rang out against the instrumental of Courage Generation's hit single "One of My Petals"! The crowd went wild and began to sing along with the Megane Idol's upbeat and energetic performance! All smiles and grace, Courage Takemi twirled and danced her way down the ramp, waving, pointing, and appealing to her fans!
Her attire was a tribute to the music video that had Courage Generation performing upon a naval ship. A bikini, themed after a sailor's uniform! The bottoms clung tightly to her hips and left her long, voluptuous legs exposed. She was and had been a dancer her whole life and the thiccness of her thighs and backside had benefited from that. Above her waistline, her soft and delicate tummy was exposed. A cute blue tie fell between her heavy breasts, which stretched the top to its' limits. Courage Takemi
Her mind raced, even as she sang. The fans erupted and cheered as she serenaded them. But all Courage could think about were the promises she'd made to those who had entrusted their time and faith in her. She'd arrived on the scene at LAW with selfish ambitions. She was using this stage to propel her higher onto a different one. And that disrespect was exactly what had given her the 0-4 record she carried with her to the ring.
Courage climbed into the ring as she belted out the final lyrics of her song! She gave one final twirl as she cast her sailor hat into the audience to be received by a lucky fan! Typically the act was a mask to hide her lack of confidence. To hype up the audience so she could siphon off of their energy to get through the daunting task ahead of her...
But tonight, as she looked across the ring at her peer, another member of the Young Lioness'... She felt different. She'd promised Ayame that she was going to take wrestling seriously. She promised Alizeh that she wouldn't run. She promised Gil she'd trust herself. And she promised Heather that she'd win.
She stepped into the center of the ring, her chest swelling with the words and lessons she'd been entrusted by her friends. And she announced herself.
"I'm Courage Takemi!" She thrust her hand out confidently. And declared her intent. "Let's have a good match!"
"A singer, a dancer, a sailor! Wow, you're quite the full package, aren't you, cutie?" Joyce said, praising her opponent. "I'm Joyce. Joyce Hilda. I liked your attire. Tell me, are you a saltwater or freshwater sailor?" Joyce continued, cracking a joke involving Courage Takemi's attire.
Courage's face lit up as Joyce took on the handshake. Good sportsmanship was always a plus in her book! She didn't know Joyce well, but she was already starting to like her!
"Nice to meet you Joyce-chan! I think you're really cute too!" She beamed! Her voice was a lilting, sing-song thing. She was as charismatic as she was lovely, the result of a life-time of training as an idol. Wrestling was new to her. When it came to meet and greets, on the other hand, she was a world champion!
"Well! I grew up in Okinawa, so I guess I would be a saltwater sailor!" She replied with enough enthusiasm to attempt to disguise the fact that she knew nothing about sailing. Producer just thought the outfits would make for a cute video. And that it would mesh well with the tentacle props. ...She hated the tentacle props.
"Thank you so much for your kind words and support! I hope after the match we can become good friends!" She was saccharine sweet.
With their introductions complete, Courage took a few steps back and bowed. "Okay! The bell is going to ring soon Joyce-chan! Make sure to give it all you've got! I won't be giving you any less than that!"
She punctuated her sentence by taking her fighting pose. Her feet squared and her waist bent. Both her arms were out in front of her with her fingers spread. She was serious! But it was yet to be seen if her serious demeanor meant she could wrestle!
"Awww, thanks darling!" Joyce replied, really loving how cute and lovely Takemi was. "Yeah, I really would love to become friends of yours. Also, Okinawa? Really? The same motherland of Miyagi-san? That's cool!"
As Joyce saw Courage Takemi assuming a fighting stance, she assumed that stance as well.
DING
As the bell rang, Joyce started to circle Courage Takemi. While studying her opponent, she also took some time to trade some words with her.
"You know, I'm from Brazil. On the place where I lived, all sailors were freshwater sailors! You see, people usually thinks that "freshwater sailors" means they're unexperienced. Oh boy, if they knew what our freshwaters are like, they would never, ever, think that again
Joyce was talking too much, and her conversation seemingly were pointless and not related to the match itself... seemingly. Suddenly, Joyce stepped foward and grabbed Courage Takemi by her wrist, Irish Whipping her to the ropes.
"Weeeee..." Joyce said, in a playfully tone as she saw Courage Takemi running out of control to the ropes. She expected her opponent to come back to use her legs to make her trip and fall in the mat. If her movement was effective, she would mount on Courage Takemi and execute her first offensive move.
"Wax on, wax off!" Courage replied to Joyce with a wiping motion from her left, and then from her right. It was a terrible impression, but at least it was accompanied by a cute giggle.
Despite the bell ringing, both girls maintained their playful demeanor. They began to circle each other, but Courage never lost her smile.
"Oh! Brazil!" She'd have clapped her hands with excitement if it wouldn't have required her to drop her guard. She'd been there with Courage Generation. Rio de Janeiro specifically.
Courage didn't know the first thing about sailing. Or... Really even water. In fact, she probably couldn't reliably spell buoyancy. As such, Joyce's subject of conversation had her perplexed. Unfocused. "Oh? Why is that? Is freshwater especially chop-Eeeee!" Courage was mid reply when Joyce sprang forward and took her by the hand, shocking her!
"W-wwoah!" she stumbled towards the ropes and was just barely able to turn so that she hit them with her back rather than her bikini-clad bust! They absorbed her momentum and sent her right back where she'd come from! Her arms flailed as she searched for some sort of control. It was nowhere to be found!
*WHAP!* Joyce was waiting for her, and she cut Courage's legs out from under her, causing her to fall face-first onto the canvas! Her palms slapped the mat to break her fall, but it was her breasts that took the majority of the damage. "Ooohnn~" Her sweet voice came out in a moan of disoriented pain. She was vulnerable for a follow-up!
While Courage Takemi was on the mat, looking very disoriented, Joyce mounted on her, wearing a face with a playfully, almost mocking smile on her face.
"First thing the brazilian 'freshwater sailors' have to deal with: piranhas. You know what is a piranha? It's a carnivorous and very ferocious fish, who eats their preys alive. There are several stories, specially on North region, about cute girls in hot bikinis, playfully jumping on the water, having fun, when suddenly..." Joyce interrupted herself as she sunk both her hands on Courage Takemi's belly "They start to feast on her soft flesh!"
After the second part of her sentence, Joyce wasn't just sinking her hands on Courage Takemi's belly. Now her fingers were wrapping and sinking on her skin, as if they were the teeth of the ferocious fishes Joyce mentioned.
But Joyce wasn't just using an excuse to play with Courage's soft belly. No, she had a specific target in mind: the liver. Although Joyce's water wasn't strong enough to injury Courage's inner organs, her fingers sinking deeper and deeper, aiming for her liver, would certainly be such a painful thing to endure for too long.
Courage was still somewhat disoriented from her fall. With her focus shaken, only Joyce's silhouette came into view. Her eyebrows raised at the girl's monologue as her hazy mind struggled to comprehend what she was saying... And why she was saying it?
At first, the feeling of Joyce's fingers on her smooth, soft belly tickled. It caused her to struggle a little bit and suppress a laugh. Her tummy was sensitive and it wasn't entirely unpleasant to have it touched. But the situation moved from mundane to malevolent with a rapidity that she couldn't have possibly expected.
"AAAAAHN~!!! NOOO!" She wailed out in immediate and shocking desperation as Joyce's gentle touch transitioned to a violent stomach claw!
Her fingers dug into the supple soft flesh of her belly with surgical precision! Her abdomen felt like it was on fire as Joyce expressed her expertise over anatomy! The idol screamed and kicked her feet against the canvas as she tried to resist the pain!! Her eyes went wide behind her glasses as she felt the unsubtle searing sinking deeper into her body as Joyce put more of her weight into the unorthodox attack!
Her hands instinctively snapped to Joyce's wrists! Desperate to provide any sort of relief or barrier to the other girl hurting her further! It was clear that she was in agony! And it was a pain her body was ill-equipped to deal with. She limber, making stretching submissions far more tolerable. But this technique was unlike anything she'd ever felt! She wanted it to stop! Anything to make it stop!
"Give!? Give!?" The referee was by their side, watching for a tap or a verbal submission!
Her presence caused Courage's eyes to tear up slightly. She bit her lip, refusing to open her mouth again, afraid of the submission that was begging to burst out of it! Was this her big comeback? Was it... All just so that she could beg for mercy under the techniques of this Brazillian beauty?
"Hmmm, your belly is so soft! and pretty" Joyce commented, half complimenting Courage Takemi, half flirting with her. "I love female bellies, did you know? I love to use them as a plaything, but this isn't time to play, so pardon me!" Joyce said, suddenly stopping the stomach claw, and relieving the pressure there. Unfortunately, this wouldn't last long.
"Now, what was the next part of the abdominal check-up, anyway? Oh, I just remembered, after palpation, it comes percussion!" After Joyce said that, she started to swarm Courage Takemi's belly with punches. She didn't deliver a lot of punches, just about five or six, with some intervals between each other, because Joyce wanted to see the marks and shockwaves on Courage Takemi's belly. After this, she got herself up and stepped back, like she was giving Courage Takemi some room to breath and get back herself at her feet.
"Ngghh~ N-nooo~!" Courage cried out in response to the referee! She had a firm grip on Joyce's hand and for the moment, it kept her claw from sinking any deeper inside of her. It was an act of her namesake, Courage, that kept her from relenting to the shocking submission maneuver. And her endurance earned her only more pain.
She panted as Joyce's hand pulled back. The relief in her aching belly brought in a fresh, deep breath of air.
Which was immediately crushed out of her! "BUEGH!~" Her eyes went wide and her expression became a mask of panicked agony!
Joyce's fists began to rain down upon the pale flat of her tummy! It wasn't muscled like some of the other women, and so each successive strike caused the alabaster of her stomach to grow a darker shade of red! "GUEH!!~" Her legs kicked meekly as the muscles in her abdomen began to separate and soften. She began to cough, even as blows were still coming.
By the time Joyce relented, Courage's belly was sunken and covered with two bruises. Ugly black and blues made her body a target. She twitched and whimpered as drool escaped her open mouth and tears stained her cheeks.
She rolled over onto her hands and knees, coughing and sputtering. Saliva pooling between her flattened palms. The very act of breathing hurt. And her ears were left ringing from the dull throb that persisted throughout her upper body.
She didn't quit... She posted up onto her hands and knees. Her figure noticeably slumped. Her breathing obviously labored. But... She didn't quit.
