Steel, Blood, and (Mainly) Mud: "Steel" Aika Sakata vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett (D)

[Crossedes]

Wrestlers will compete in a sunken ring filled with mud.
Win by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

About fucking time.

The League gives Yuna these promises to get her to join up after years of playing coy. She shows up, and it takes them nearly a month to get her in a wrestling ring. And when they do find a way to "fit her in," as they called it, all they have for her is the chance to wade around in the mud. The last part didn't annoy her all that much. She would wrestle in lava if they asked her to - mud was not a problem. She only hated the organizational bullshit that stood between her and getting in the ring.

But she should stop griping. For now, anyway. It was time to enjoy herself.

Never one for cues, she made her way to the ring of her own accord, compelling the outdoor venue's sound crew to trigger her entrance music at her pace instead of theirs. A smile, haughty, accompanied her stroll into the arena proper, a slow, sensual march of a woman who surely thought herself worth a million bucks. That stroll didn't look so dismissive when she was drunk. She hadn't had a sip for two days. She wanted to feel and know every second of this match.

Yuna had never been one to care over much what the crowd thought of her - they could turn at a moment's notice on anyone beating down their "favorites" or the ones who pretended to be angels. Hearing a rise in the crowd as they announced her name, however, sounded surprisingly sweet. They could kiss her ass if they soured on her later.

The closer she neared the ring, filled with mud though it was, she could feel it rising. That heat, that twitch in her muscles, all aching to plow their way into a fresh wall of flesh and the release it gave her. These last weeks had been nothing but stress. Yuna hated travel, hated packing and unpacking, and hated dealing with agents. But the memories of that garbage passed away, and the Australian, feeling like she was back home after two months out of commission - a lifetime for her - wasn't shy about getting started. She stepped without hesitation into the cool, knee-deep mud, letting it soak between her toes and up her sensitive, tanned skin. With the crowd's cheers lifting at the sight of her enthusiasm, Yuna let out a battle cry that lifted them further.

Then she stood there, reveling in the sun with arms outstretched, waiting to meet Steel.

Spoiler

[Dubski]

Aika Sakata was backstage looking like a nervous wreck. She hadn't had a good run of things so far, and even though she had picked up a little bit of the wrestling thing, Aika was still struggling. But it seemed like they tried something that might play into Sakata's amateurish strengths. A mud match, of all things, where Aika Sakata would compete in a pool of mud. An idea that seemed a little bit degrading to Aika, but one she felt she had to do. And she was in a small black bikini combo, which didn't exactly instill a ton of confidence in her either.

"Look at you, girl!" shouted her tag partner, Capri Clarke, who proceeded to give Aika a hard slap on her ass.

Aika jumped and put both hands behind her as she turned to face her partner. "Capri! Stop!" whined out Steel as she frowned. "This is... a big deal for me. I might actually be able to win this one..."

"Suuuure," said Capri, lifting her phone and snapping a quick photo of her opponent before smiling. "Listen, all you have to do is go out there and look hot. And you look hot already, so basically all the work has been done for you."

"But I want to win too," said Aika, narrowing her brow and stating it matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, we all do. But if you look hot, you're a winner anyway! So why not just be hot first, then win second! You'll be a lot happier!" said Clarke, flashing a big smile. "Now can you turn around for a second, I need to get a picture of that ass too."

Aika wasn't sure she entirely agreed with Capri's explanation, but before she could protest, her music started playing. "I need to go," said Sakata abruptly, turning to walk away with a huff. Capri then took a quick photo of her backside on the way out.

Knock Me Out by Street Drum Corps was playing in the arena as Aika Sakata shyly walked out towards the ring. She looked at her opponent, frowning, and then looked at the mud pool that she was to compete in. Seeing it didn't make her feel too much better as she hugged her body, stopping halfway to just look at it. Ultimately, Steel took a deep breath, knowing she had to make a move. Just get it over with.

She made the rest of the trek there and then, with effort, stepped into the pool of mud. Her whole body quivered as she let out a yip, barring her teeth. It felt strange. It was cool, and mushy. She wasn't sure what to do with that feeling. She could only look up, trying to focus on her opponent instead, gulping softly. Still with her arms hugging her sculpted, tall form, she looked over at Yuna and said in a small voice, "Good luck..." And she waited for the match to start. She wasn't sure what she'd do when it began, but she knew she'd figure out something.

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[Crossedes]

There she was. Yuna quickly became a flurry of swinging arms, cracking vertebrae, and sloshing legs while she awaited Aika. She didn't care too much about who walked out to fight her - if they gave her a good fight, she was happy. But there were always appealing traits she could pick out before the fight started that got her blood boiling. She could appreciate a pretty face. A bad attitude. And size. The bigger the better. Size didn't mean Yuna would get the body-rattling fight she wanted, but it never hurt.

Yuna couldn't judge Aika on two points, but she was as pretty as a pin-up and a couple dozen pounds thicker than her waiting opponent. She had two marks in her favor. But the Australian was getting a picture of the attitude, too. With the squint-eyed intensity of a woman trying to solve complicated equations, she watched Aika approach the mud as timidly as she had seen anyone approach anything, and her boldness didn't improve once she hit the pool nor once she spoke to Yuna.

Finally, Yuna broke into a soft cackle. "You look like you're the one who needs the luck, girlie. You ain't gonna pass out on me, are you?" She didn't hide the taunt in her question, and she reached down to flick a handful of mud at the big beauty. "You'll look too good covered in mud to spend the whole fight lying flat in it."

[Dubski]

Aika's eyebrows raised in disappointment when Yuna said that she was the one who needed luck. She probably wasn't wrong, but Steel at least felt like she had a better shot at getting a win here than she did in a traditional match. But then a bit of mud was flicked at her, causing Aika to turn her body, trying to block herself, even though it was a harmless little bit. She turned back, frowning, and then said, "You don't need to worry about me. I'll... figure it out." She didn't sound very convinced that she would, in fact, figure it out.

The taller girl sighed and then adopted a grappling pose, getting ready for the match. She had at least learned that much by now. "Anyway... I'm ready to get started if you are," offered Aika, not wanting to make a move unless Yuna was ready first. It was going to be a messy affair, but Sakata was certainly not going to make it messier than she needed to so far.

[Crossedes]

Who was this wallflower they had placed in Yuna's crosshairs? She had it all physically, yet she turned away from a splash of mud. Yuna had met wrestlers who didn't sound like the types to enjoy hurting bags of sand, much less another person, and they had turned out to be half-decent wrestlers. But Aika's vibe was different. Yuna couldn't convince herself the girl wanted to be here. "You're gonna need to," she assured. "You're in here with me, girlie. You had best get ready for the ride of your life. Don't, and I'm gonna end up splitting you in half. You've got muscles, you're bigger than me. Use. It!" She sent another splash Aika's way, trying to get her worked up. Pissed. Annoyed. Anything.

Since when did she give pep talks to her own opponents? Fuck's sake.

"Steel" - she had to have earned that name - squared up, so that was something. Yuna squatted down to match her, kicking her feet back like a pit bull, licking her lips. Mud peppered the side of the ring behind her. "You heard 'er, ref. Start it! I missed this." The ref, wisely avoiding anything resembling the chance to fall in the pool with them, nodded her acknowledgment and signaled for the bell. Its sound made the crowd rise again.

Yuna wasted not one second. What would have normally been her starting off in a sprint was a methodical march because of the mud, but with bad intentions written all over her pretty face, she closed on Aika and cocked back with a hand, planning to give her a wake-up call with a chop - right across that full chest.

[Dubski]

Aika Sakata looked a bit surprised as Yuna both complimented her and told her she was going to be destroyed without showing more gumption. Cringing slightly, Steel seemed uncertain still. Her muscles and size had hardly gotten her very far in LAW thusfar. "Uh, okay. I'll try..." was the only retort that Aika could give her, not sure what else she could possibly say at the moment, given her headspace.

The bell rang though and Yuna immediately charged at Sakata. As much as she braced herself for this moment, Steel was certainly not ready for her. She went right at her quickly and a stinging chop to her chest came right after! Aika's eyes went wide in pain as she yelled out. "Ayyyyow!"

The tall amateur would stumble back, holding her chest with both hands until she promptly slipped and fell right into the mud! Her entire backside was covered in mud, already covering her as she winced in pain, and moreso in embarrassment having already been covered in the cool mud already. She would then try to push herself up quickly and get her footing, trying to shake the mud from her hands.

"O-okay... I'm ready now...!" said Sakata, her voice wavering slightly. She didn't seem to sure that she was, in fact, ready, but she needed to really try being ready this time, or risk being submerged in the mud all over again.

[Crossedes]

Her body was as solid as Yuna hoped. Yuna relished the stinging and that smack of the back of her hand hitting full, meaty flesh hard enough to separate Aika's breasts by another few inches. While Aika's body had that beautiful substance to it, the woman's composure and legs both turned to jelly. The lone strike sent her down into the mud, leaving Yuna staring down at her like a disappointed dueling trainer watching her pupil stumble from the first blow. Watching Aika wallow in the mud, though, turned the disappointment into a hungry lick of the lips.

She said nothing and followed up with nothing, wanting to see the wallflower get to her feet. She did, earning the crowd's whistles, and Yuna tilted around her to watch mud dripping from that firm backside. And she claimed to be ready, as if she hadn't claimed that before. Yuna raised both eyebrows at her and chuckled. "Are you? I thought you were the first time!"

Planning to test it, the Australian stomped in close again. "Show it to me then, sweetheart!" With a shove that was as much a warning as it was a rhythm swing to help Yuna line up the strike, the Aussie again cocked back, almost squatting this time, and exploded once more with another chop aimed for the same spot.

[Dubski]

Biting her lip, Aika nodded slightly and said, "Well, I am ready this time! Really, for real!" Steel would then furrow her brow in doubt. "...I think so." She wasn't too sure if she would ever be ready for this, but she needed to try at this point. Yuna would force the issue by walking up to Sakata, and this time Aika properly braced herself.

And it's a good thing she did, because that wicked chop soared at her chest, cracking loudly and Aika held her chest, eyes wide all over again, stumbling back. This time, she nearly fell, feet starting to slip under her before she planted a hand down into the mud, making a face at the squishy feeling of it. But she had kept herself from taking another tumble, at least.

"Okay...!" said Aika Sakata. She had an opportunity to try something. Just a simple move that might actually be able to have impact. Something she could handle. From her planted, bent over position, Steel would then charge forward and attempt to hit Yuna with a big tackle! One that would send her bigger form driving into Bennett's body with intent to knock her down!

[Crossedes]

Another satisfying crack. With lip-biting smile, Yuna watched Aika's chest bounce and her legs weaken again. She was going to fall over again, wasn't she? No... not quite. She staggered and fell to a knee, but she stayed upright. They were getting somewhere, and Yuna gave her two slow claps. Still didn't look like she could tolerate the mud. "Get over the mud! You'll have it washed off that pretty body in five minutes once we're done. That is if you can stand long enough to get in the shower."

But she was standing. She got back up, she rared up, and Yuna could sense that she wanted her turn. "About time!" she yelled. The crowd, enjoying the banter, called for more mud. "Come get me!" She spread her arms wide and challenged "Steel" to see what she could offer on offense. Without the mud, she might have tried to dodge, but she knew she wouldn't get far. Besides, she wanted Aika engaged, thirsty for more contact, and some sweat exchanged might do the trick. The Australian braced and nothing more as Aika closed and threw her arms wide for a tackle.

Aika hit, and skin smacked against skin. Yuna felt the impact all through her chest - the woman's weight would have been enough, but she threw enough force and energy behind the tackle to force Yuna's feet from their solid perch on the bottom of the pool. The Australian splashed back-first into the mud like she had jumped into it from a diving board, and instinctually, she held her breath just before her whole body disappeared beneath the mud with Aika on top of her. It only took a half second before her mud-brown arm reemerged, grasping near the back of Aika's head to pull her closer.

[Dubski]

Aika Sakata didn't have much going for her in terms of skill, but brute force made up for it. And she sent her entire bigger, firmer body right at Yuna, sending her falling back into the mud with a tackle! Feeling a bit proud of herself, Aika caught herself from slipping and falling as well, a surprised expression on her face as she hovered over her opponent, who was now completely submerged in the mud! A great success, since Aika wasn't nearly as covered with the messy substance.

But then she felt her head being grabbed by Bennett, who was hoping to pull her down. She yelped, groaning as she put her hands in the mud and on Yuna's body to keep herself from being yanked down. "Let... go...!" protested Steel, trying to balance herself. She had to do something. She needed an idea. Something simple. Something basic. Something that even someone with so little talent could do!

After a moment of contemplation, she figured she should brute force the issue again. Rearing a fist back, she would then send it right for Yuna's stomach, hoping to get her to release her quick with a mighty belly punch! Simple, effective, and even Aika couldn't screw it up. She hoped it would be enough though.