After small pause and some shuffling, the proper slide flashed on screen.
肝試し
"Alright punks, listen up!" Himeko pointed her shinai, the weapon guiding along each character. "For those of you new here, the Kimodameshi is a match series the runt here came up with for all you in our division that were sitting around wasting time and money doing nothing but eat all the food in catering backstage." The slide shifted, moving to several points and details of the series in question. "The idea was pretty simple: the runt, who was making a name for herself at the time, gave a fresh-faced, debuting wrestler go against a rising star like her in whatever match they think they can beat her in. Basically, she gave people without a match to their name or barely anything under their belt a chance to fight someone worth a damn, maybe even take the win too if they were smart enough." Himeko shrugged, letting the shinai rest on her shoulders. "Come to think of it, sounds like the perfect thing for a Young Lioness to give a shot, huh Nanana?"
Hangaku smiled. "That it does, Hime-chan."
"Yeah, but since is the runt we're talking about there's a catch. If she beats the odds and pulls out a win she invokes a punishment on the loser. Usually something like stripping or some backstage event, things like that." Himeko took a pause, letting the words hang before shrugging again. "Now, I don't really care for that shit, honestly think it's a fuckin' slap in the face of any legit combat sport to do victory laps like that, but I know how much money the hentai matches and shit like this pulls in, so them's the fuckin' breaks. And to that end..." She signaled for the next slide. "Me and Nanana did a bit more workshopping to standardize and promote this series right. So, to all the folks eating LAW's food and sleeping in their dorms here's a fun chance to earn your keep and make a name for yourself. If you thought getting to the runt's position a few months ago would be a cakewalk, here's you're chance to prove it with the new standard for Kimodameshi matches going forward:" She gestured to the screen, revealing a series of match types and stipulations.
New Kimodameshi Match Series
- Standard Match: The opponent can win by pinfall, knockout, or submission, but Amano is limited to only one type of fall of her opponent's choosing.
- Submission Match: The opponent can wins by submission or tapout, but Amano's fall will only count via a submission of her opponent's choosing.
- Hentai Match: The opponent wins by forcing a climax, but Amano has to go into the fight in just her bra and panties.
- Smother Match: The opponent wins by knockout smother, but Amano's fall will only count if she smothers an opponent with a body part of their choosing.
- Anything-Goes/No DQ Match: The opponent win via pinfall, knockout, or submission with no rules applying to them, but Amano will be limited by one standard-match rule of her opponent's choosing.
- Tag Team: Handicap Match.
- Humiliation: The opponent wins via humiliation submission, but Amano has to strip the opponent to at least their bra and panties for submission for the fall to count.
"... ... ..."
"... ... ..."
Amano and Hangaku canted their heads, their eyes flicking from the screen to Himeko.
"Why are you guys looking at me like that? Especially you, Nanana, you helped with this."
Hangaku frowned, glancing at the list again. "I know I gave you suggestions for match types, but isn't that a little... lopsided, Hime-chan."
Himeko rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's the point, Nanana." She pointed her shinai at Amano, the girl flinching at the motion. "If the runt's gonna' be a big shot, I'll treat her like one. I wouldn't put up all these stipulations and catches if I didn't think she could handle it." She turned to Amano, looking her in the eyes. "Can you handle it, runt?"
Amano frowned, looking down at the small glass in front of her for a moment, then looking back a Himeko, determined. "What... can I do to the loser if I win."
"Heh," Himeko smirked, tapping her shinai against Amano's cheek. "Whatever you want."
Amano's eyes widened, her jaw dropping as words failed to leave her mouth, but Himeko just shrugged as she forced the girl's jaw close with her weapon.
"That's how it went in America, right? You fought to the death, lost, and paid the price."
Amano blushed at Himeko's words, looking away before Himeko forced her to look up with her shinai.
"If you can lose your virginity after a high-stakes match like that, then I think your opponents should at least show half the stones for the same risk." Himeko then turned to Hangaku. "The runt's got a right to do whatever she wants to the winner if they lose a fight they had an advantage in to begin with, right?"
Hangaku frowned, but said nothing against Himeko's words. "And if the opponent wins?"
Himeko shrugged. "If they can even move after they survived a match with the runt, then fine, same rules apply."
Hangaku's expression soured, but Himeko simply waved her off before continuing.
"Nanana, this ain't the same runt that was a white belt four years ago." She looked to the camera. "And this ain't the same brat that got bloodied and battered in her first fight. I think people forgot that the girl with a fifty-perfect win rate has twelve fuckin' matches under her belt. Matches that when like this:" Himeko signaled for the slide to change, this time revealing a highlight of Amano's recent matches.
The image of Amano holding a Chinese girl by the wrist, her foot stomped hard against the girl's shoulder as she twisted her opponent's wrist. And the girl cried out in pure agony as the sound of twisting bones and a distinct pop of a dislocation rang out, only to be met with another harsh stomp as the Demon growled and snarled.
"Tap out!"
''Ahhhhhh! I don't want toooooooooooo!''
But despite her opponent's words, the girl was soon tapping, and the scene shifted.
The next image was a bruised and sweating Amano standing over a knocked opponent in maid attire, panting as caught her breath and looked to be debating a pin. Then, the Demon snickered, moving to the maid's leg and giving a sharp kneebar. "You're not allowed to sleep, Maid-chan! You're debut's still happening!" And the maid was shocked awake, screaming bloody murder as she tapped like mad with little resistance, with Amano cackling all the while.
"STOP! STOP! STOP PLEASE!"
"Ahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" And with Amano's mad laughter at its pitch, the scene shifted again.
An new image showed, one of Amano was looming over a turnbuckle, dripping with sweat and hands tightly clasped against the ropes as if catching her breath while she stared down on a girl wearing horns and a cowbell over her neck. The Demon was smiling down at her as if she was prey. "Hey Ushi-chaaan~"
“W-Wait!”
The girl's pleads were cut off as Amano gave a short hop, "Remember this?!" And Amano's crotch slammed hard against the horned girl, her face immediately turn red as Amano's rubbed herself over the girl as the scene shifted again.
The next image showed Amano holding down a screaming, tapping blue-haired girl in a rather complicated hold. What looked to be a combination of a kneebar and an armbar at the same time, with the Demon's shrieking cackle ranging out as her opponent's free hand slammed the mat. And even from the somewhat distant view the scene of Amano outright humping her opponent's arm was clear to see.
“I AM BREAKING! I AM BREAKING!”
"Ahahahaha! There's no tapping here, Tsuki-chan! I can torture you for as long as you tortured ME!"
For whatever reason, the bell didn't ring and Amano held the submission, the mat of the ring growing wetter and wetter as Amano's sexual hunger wa-
"ALRIGHT WE GET IT, I'M STRONG!!"
Amano practically flung herself in front of the screen, her face beet red as the audio of her sexual pants played out, the image of her panting and squirting out her pre-cum barely obscured from her body overlaying the video.
"Why did you use those clips?!"
"'Cuz they get eyeballs and clicks." Himeko shrugged. "Plus, not like your other fights are much cleaner."
"Fucking HATE YOU, Ane-san!"
Himeko shrugged again, yanking Amano from the screen and shoving her back to her seat before turning to the camera. "Anyway, that's what you all will fighting in a Kimodameshi match. If you can't handle that, you sure as hell can't handle any other heavy-hitter in this company." She let her words hang before continuing.
"Anyway, next order of business" She motioned for the next slide, turning her head to Hangaku. "Nanana..."
Hangaku's expression turned to stone, frozen in a flat, vacant stare.
"I might have a shit record with 2 draws and a loss, but you're our undefeated secret weapon, aren't you."
For a second, a fraction of a second, Hangaku's eyes flashed with murder. "Don't. You. Dare."
But the Princess's cold smile remained. "I've got a treat for you, Nacchan."
