Sadist's Delight: Mikoto Usagaki vs ???

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Match Type: 15 Minute Verbal Submission Match (5 Pages)
Victory Conditions: Competitors have fifteen minutes to make their opponent verbally submit. Tapping out or passing out will not end the match.
Hentai is allowed
There will also be a special event that will be announced once the allotted time is up.


This was a match tailored for Mikoto. An ultimate test of how much pain the masochist could take. And given the unfair showing she and her girlfriend had been shown to do, thus far, many in the audience were likely looking forward to watching the Japanese girl suffer. Less so than they would watching Clair suffer, but it seemed that would have to be another time. For now, the two walked out onto the stage, their theme kicking up as the boos began.

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Mikoto was her usual, dead pan self and didn't pay any of them any attention like always. The only important opinion was Killer-chan's, and as long as her obsession wasn't displeased with her she was fine.

Clair, on the other hand, seemed to drink it all in. The hate of the masses, their disdain for her. Be it jealousy of her sexual skills, anger for her occasional, extra brutality, or maybe even there were some masochists just putting up a front wanting her to smack them. Whatever their reason, Clair gave as many fucks as pitiful morons she left unscathed. Jeers were meaningless unless someone here could back it up, and these people were too cowardly to even try to step up.

The ravenette slipped in between the ropes and went to her corner, completing her bland entrance, while Clair walked around the ring and got behind her. Both looked on towards the ramp, excited to see who exactly their mystery opponent was. The sadist seemed extra excited, a little cruel smile pulling on the edges of her lips. Though whether that was because she was planning something wicked, or some other dastardly reason, no one could say for sure.

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Meanwhile, as the two girls made their seemingly controversial entrance to the ring. Their opponent was finishing a few stretches to remove any tight kinks in her muscles. Her blonde hair was short as she combed her fingers through it and got back up to her feet. When she heard the telltale sound of her door being knocked, she knew it was time for her to make her own entrance.

Stretching her arms a final few times as waited in the gorilla position. Natassja Han let a small smile grow on her lips. She had almost forgotten the excitement that came when she was about to enter another match. Her small hiatus from the ring due to personal troubles back home had hopefully not reflected too poorly on her ability. But she was more than happy to test that out on this pair of heels that the crowd apparently hated.

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And with that final thought, her theme began to play and Natassja Han entered the arena to a chorus of shocked yet thunderous applause! Smiling a little more brightly, the blonde would raise her arms up and wave as she made her way to the ring! Climbing the steel steps and entering the ring proper, the Russian would make her way to her corner before taking a look at her opponent.

The first thing she noticed was just how much smaller the ravenette in front of her was. She didn’t pay much mind to the girl’s friend a ringside. Her mind now focusing on how she was going to make this girl rap in such short a timeframe. But Natassja figured she could make due.

”Been a while since I’ve been back here. Hopefully you don’t mind losing to me tonight Da? She spoke, her accent making it obvious of her Russian heritage.

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As their opponent's theme began, Clair's eyes widened. She knew who was coming out, and it made her grin grow even bigger. The Canadian had trained to this woman's matches, both physically to stay in shape, and sexually as she bent girls all kinds of ways and forced such beautiful screams from them. A fellow sadist, who Clair was unsure might have been her inspiration for the path she walked. She was definitely an sort of role model. And now, she was getting front row seats to seeing her work.

Nastassja Han stepped onto the stage, smiling at the crowd and waving as she made her way towards the ring. "I swear, if you fuck this up for me, you're getting the comfiest chair and nothing else for weeks," the Canadian said happily, her eyes glued on the submissionist as she spoke to her girlfriend.

"Hai, Killer-chan," Mikoto replied, staring at the Russian blankly as she entered and made her cocky remark. She really must not have done her homework, the emotionless girl figured. "I look forward to see you try and make me tap, Nastassja-tan." Mikoto blinked after she spoke, a little taken aback. Her tone almost sounded jealous. Weird. Clair had always given other girls more attention than her and it never bothered her before. Was it because the Russian was one of her girlfriend's heroes? Or was it perhaps the fact Clair sounded so enthusiastic to see the woman work, knowing what was to come after the 15 minutes?

Either way, the ravenette shook her head, ridding herself of those thoughts. "A-anyways, don't hold back just because we're in a different weight class, Nasty." It was probably an insultig nickname she's heard plenty of times, but nonetheless Mikoto hoped it would get under her opponent's skin.

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As Natassja continued to stretch out and waning kinks while she waited for the match to begin. She subtly eyed her opponent and her friend outside. It was clear to her that the blonde standing outside was her opponents tag partner, only in this case she had to watch from the sidelines. Not that it seemed to matter to her fellow blonde, if anything she looked excited to see the show about to unfold.

Any other thoughts the submissionst had were then put on the back burner as she heard the small ravenette speak. And Natassja had to resist the urge to laugh at the insult her opponent had thrown at her. The poor girl was probably unused to speaking, more than likely her partner was their mouthpiece as she did things through action. Her attempt to get under the Russians skin with such an insult like “nasty” said as much.

”Awww. A little rude don’t you think? We’re only having match. Try not to take things too seriously ok?” The Russian replied as she stepped to the center of the ring to face Mikoto with a hand on her hips. Finally the bell had rung and the timer started. Natassja now had fifteen minutes to make the small girl in front of her tap out. What happened after that? Well the Russian simply assumed that was that. Nothing too complicated.

Her eyes immediately narrowed as she ducked down into her stance, arms up and gaze focused entirely on the girl in front of her. Yet she didn’t do anything, at least not at first. But when Mikoto made a move, the blonde was on her in an instant. Weaving her limbs around the ravenettes before she even had a chance to react. The next think Mikoto would know, she would be trapped in a seamless abdominal stretch.

Natassja had done all of such, in the short span of five seconds after the bell.

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Insults and quips were always Clair's forte, not Mikoto's. While she did dabble, her mouth usually had... other uses. Usually enthusiastic screams of pleasure, moaning like the pain addicted slut she was, or gagging on a dildo her beloved girlfriend pushed far enough down her throat. She could try to get under a girl's skin, but it was more the sadistic Canadian who succeeded in that.

That fact was fully on display as Nastassja just shrugged the insult attempt off as she squared up. If Mikoto could be embarrassed, she would definitely be so right now. "No, matches are always serious. They're no fun otherwise." The bell followed her words, the timer starting its countdown. Fifteen minutes wouldn't be too long. It would be a cakewalk to the masochist, as this would be a nearly impossible task for the submission expert.

As the Russian dropped to her stance, the Japanese girl stepped forward and tried to reach for her blond locks. Nastassja seemed to be waiting for that, moving with speed and precision and wrapping Mikoto in an abdominal stretch. "Gkk-mmmm." She lightly moaned in the hold, enjoying the pain in her abs and side from the move. A light blush dusted her cheeks, turning her head away as she tried to hide her joy. She would seem to try to escape, but for now Nastassja had her thoroughly trapped in pleasurable agony.

Outside Clair's smile only grew, watching how fast Nastassja had taken control in a mere five seconds. Ah, how much of a treat it was to see the woman work. Trying to wrench a pained screech out of her girlfriend no doubt. A woman after her own heart, she was sure. That was why she enjoyed seeing the Russian submissionist work. Putting all her might into hurting her opponents, force them to cry out in agony as she bent and stretched them every which way. She wouldn't say it was idolization, but that seemed to be the closest word.

For the moment the Canadian would stay back, watching Nastassja work and exert herself. It was a beautiful sight, after all. A good appetizer for when the fifteen minutes were up. Because that would be when the real show would begin.

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The bell had only just rung and already the Russian submissionist had her opponent locked in a hold. Her speed shocking not just her opponent, her partner, or the referee. But the audience as well as they saw the skill of the blonde Russian firsthand. All the while, Natassja’s hold only got tighter as she twisted and bent Mikoto at an odd angle. Twisting and cramping the pigtailed girls abdominal muscles and leaving her in agony.

And yet, while that was certainly happening. Natassja couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow when she heard a moan coke from Mikoto’s lips, or the pink hue that dusted the ravenettes face. Hmm, it seems they may have paired her up with a masochist. Well in that case, that just means the Russian had no reason to hold back and can go as far as she wants.

Which is why there was some confusion when it looked as if Natassja had suddenly loosened here hold on Mikoto. Only for her left leg to suddenly kick out and strike at the back of Mikoto’s knee with the intention of sending her to the floor. If it worked, then the Russian would follow the motion by moving her arms to grab hold of the ravenettes opposite leg and yanking it back.

Like a surgeon, Natassja had seamlessly transitioned from a abdominal stretch, to a leg split hold. Stretching Mikoto’s hamstrings to their limits!

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"Mmggn~" Mikoto tried to keep her voice in check to hide her enjoyment. Usually when people learned of her masochism they tended to start going weaker, teasing her into begging them to actually hurt her. That, and Clair had requested she not 'fuck this up.' So she couldn't just stand around and enjoy one of the top submissionist in the business' stretch.

The ravenette moved her free arm, preparing to start throwing elbows into the Russian's side until she released her, but before she could follow through Nastassja seemlessly switched the hold to a leg split, bringing them down to the ground in the blink of an eye. "Aahhn~ GRrrrkknn~" One slipped past, and she quickly grit her teeth to stop anymore from coming through. Like her sides moments ago, her legs and groin were screaming with painful pleasure. After a few moments in the hold, much as she didn't want to, the Japanese girl tried to push herself up off the ground before trying to throw a punch into the submissionist's exposed stomach. If she was successful in her strike and one wouldn't do it, she'd repeat with a second, and then a third, and so on until she was freed.

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There it was again? Natassja was sure she had heard something this time as she stretched Mikoto’s hamstrings in her split leg hold. Another moan leaking from the smaller girl’s lips that she quickly tried to cover with a fake groan of pain and growl of frustration. Once again the Russian submissionist was struck with the realization that her opponent was most likely a masochist and was currently enjoying the pain Natassja was putting her through.

This might end up being harder than she thought. Masochists were always the most annoying types of wrestlers to go up against in any match but especially submission based. Mostly because no matter how much they go through, they kept getting up for more. Yet as Natassja was pondering how she was going to get around this and eventually make Mikoto submit, a fist slammed into her belly. A surprised yet still soft grunt came from her mouth as she saw her opponent raise her arm up for another.

Deciding that she had done enough damage for now, the Russian would suddenly let go of the ravenette and roll away. Using her momentum, she would roll back to her feet and slam her back against the ropes! Using the rebound she would rush to where Mikoto was hopefully still recovering. And if so, Natassja would leap forward and try to slam her knee straight into her opponent cheek with a shining wizard!

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Mikoto was not the most subtle at hiding when she felt good. Her groans of pain usually sounded fake and she'd sometimes forget about covering her moans up. Sometimes it hurt her tag team plans, sometimes they fought idiots who couldn't put two and two together. She much preferred the latter, since those kinds of opponents didn't hold anything back.

Though even so, it seemed Nastassja had her figured out yet still put her all into stretching the masochist's hamstrings to their limits. It hurt so good that the ravenette almost forgot the kind of match it was. Plus, her Killer-chan had ordered her to take this seriously. If the dirty blond wasn't worn down enough later, Mikoto was going to be in trouble. Only the comfiest of treatment, as well as any other gentle, painless torture the Canadian could think of. Mikoto did not want to learn what those could be, so she mustered the strength to get up and throw her fist into Nastassja's toned tummy, retreating as Mikoto had threw a second fist and missed.

With similar movement and precision as her first transition, refusing to let any movement just come to a halt it seemed, the Russian ran into the rope and came back with a shining wizard, slamming her knee right into Mikoto's cheek. "Gnn~kk." Though she let another moan/grunt slip, she refused to simply fall and let Nastassja keep gaining more and more momentum. Mikoto wrapped her arms around her opponent's leg, using it to keep herself from falling back to the mats. With a sudden pull and twist to the side, upending her ballance and aiming to bring Nasstasja down to the ground.

If she were successful, Mikoto would then wrap her legs around the Russian's leg and get the ankle up and under her armpit. The ravenette aimed to get Nastassja in a kneebar, trying to weaken the strong limb. She needed to slow this woman down and stop her fluid motions. As confident as she was to not lose this, Mikoto couldn't just stay on defense. Even if it was earning her some lovely pain.

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Forced to release her split hold on her opponent who she was now one hundred percent sure was a masochist. Natassja realized that she would need to change up her plan. Given the noises the smaller ravenette has made, it was clear that the Russians standard submissions would not be enough to make her opponent tap out. And given how she only had fifteen minutes, that didn’t exactly give natassja a whole lot of options.

But the first step was clear as day. Maintain the advantage, so with quick agility the Russian would jump to her feet and run back towards the ropes before rebounding off of them. Her speed increasing tenfold as she leapt into the air and shot her knee forward and straight into Mikoto’s cheek. The force of which was enough to rock the pigtailed girls entire face to the side.

Yet there was something wrong, for as natassja continued forward to make her landing. She would notice that the leg that had slammed into Mikoto’s cheek was not following along. Landing on one hopping foot, the blonde would look back before feeling her eyes widening as she saw her opponent holding onto her leg for dear life. This was another downside to fighting masochists. They bounce back far too quickly for comfort.

Still trying to desperately get her balance on one foot, the Russian was powerless to stop Mikoto from yanking on her leg and sending her to the floor! Immediately after hitting the canvas, Natassja would attempt to pull her leg away and escape her opponents clutches. Only for a pained gasp to escape her lips as she felt her leg get wrapped by Mikoto’s own and pulled at the joint of the knee for a knee bar! The pain of the shockingly well executed hold hitting Natassja full force!