Ryu Hiroshi vs. Esther Gates: No Safe Bet

[HotWheels]

Should Esther Gates have gone bargaining with her career because a man questioned her abilities? Probably not. Would her parents probably be livid if they heard about it? Probably. Would Esther ever tell them, even if she won? Again, probably not.

With her mostly-still-unpacked apartment not at all presentable, Esther had spent the last half-hour alternating between stretching and pushing boxes into one of her extra rooms where Ryu Hiroshi wouldn't see them and assume that she had planned for him to win so she would have to leave LAW, and presumably Japan, permanently. Being Japanese, he probably counted leaving Japan as part of their deal, right? Seemed like it could be a "matter of honor" sort of situation. Honestly, though, her motivation mostly amounted to her not wishing to look like a slob, even for a man she didn't entirely know that she liked beyond appreciating his musculature. He might use the bathroom to change when he got here, and no one ever knew if things could end up in the bedroom. She just wanted things out of the way, and the living room was left with only her couch, a few pieces of furniture, and the mats she had prepared for their "session match."

Esther ran her hand through the wild, tied-up bundle of lavender hair atop her head and blew a raspberry. She had bet her "career" on beating him to five submissions when they had clashed in the gym a few days earlier. She felt confident that she could beat him, even with his size, but...she probably should not have done something so ridiculous. He had gotten off easy. He only had to serve as her butler for a while if she won. Esther would, undoubtedly, have him finish unpacking for her. But all Esther wanted out of this match was to earn his respect in the midst of all his doubting of her abilities, and if he managed to beat her, she knew she could still prove herself worthy of her name. If she did, Esther imagined she could talk him down from the whole drastic career-ending part of the bet. Or she could just...pretend this match never happened. She grinned to herself and wrung her hands nervously.

The doorbell rang, and the legacy wrestler looked down to check her red one-piece as she quickly shuffled for the door. She adjusted the seat of her bikini by an inch before swung the door open, finding Ryu standing there, looking somehow bigger than he did the other day. Great. No, he only looked bigger because she wasn't fueled by the adrenaline of being ticked at him for doubting her. Or he had eaten two more steaks before coming over.

"Hey. I'd give ya a big welcome, but that would be disingenuous since I want to squeeze your ass into pudding," she told him, the words still sounding somehow friendly with the faint, sweet twang in her voice.

Left Outfit

[Teenwrestler]

This was a strange turn of events. Ryu 'the Dragon' Hiroshi was not usually known to be accepting challenges from rookies who had not proven themselves in the ring but a run-in with Esther in the gym left him no choice. Not usually to be the one boasting about his accolades, the veteran male wrestler was left annoyed at Esther's attitude of thinking she could make it big in the pro-wrestling world just because of her family background and her athletic capabilities outside of the ring. Ryu trained hard to be a pro-wrestler and made it big in another league, winning championships and making an name for himself and if Esther think she could be considered in the same breath as him she had another thing coming. Hence this wrestling match and the conditions attached to it, all in the name to teach her a lesson in respect and humility.

Arriving at her apartment, Ryu would ring the doorbell and wait patiently outside. He was wearing a modest pair of jeans with sneakers, a black tight fitted shirt and had his most expensive perfume on as well! Just because you were about to wrestle did not mean you could not look and smell your best. His duffle bag hanging down his shoulder, soon the door opened and he saw Esther clad in a red one piece attire which really showed off her impressive physique but then came her quips!

"That makes no sense, you have to work on your insults." he responded before making his way inside. He would look around, clearly she was new and this place was recently rented out judging by the emptiness of the area save for the couch, a few pieces of furniture, and the mats they were due to wrestle on. He would spot a bathroom and would head towards it, closing the door and begin to change. He would strip out of his clothes down to his birthday suit before putting on a pair of blue wrestling briefs and matching fingerless gloves only, choosing to be barefoot.

Ryu Hiroshi

After changing, he would make his way back to the living room now clad in his wrestling attire. Ryu would make his way onto the mats, standing in one corner while he would do some light stretches and warm-ups to get himself limbered up and ready to wrestle Esther in this marathon of a wrestling match where the wrestler earning five submissions would win. Stretching to the side and rolling his shoulders, he would finally make his way to the center of the said wrestling mats and call her out to join him, face to face, head to head, chest to chest for a classic staredown.

"We wrestle until one of us gains five submissions over the other. A small break in between submissions. Try to keep this a clean wrestling match despite there being no rules and no boundaries on where the submissions can be gained." he explained before bowing his head out of tradition. "Ready, wrestle!" he would say before raising his arms up and crouching a bit, challenging her to a grapple.

[HotWheels]

Esther was woman enough to admit that she had only agreed to wrestle him here in her apartment because a. he seemed well-put together and set on business and b. he happened to be handsome. Seeing him at the door reminded her of both facts, but she held tightly to her desire to stay annoyed with his insults and doubts and maintained her cool, dismissive stare. He only made motivation easier when he insulted her insult, too. Her face scrunched until she formed a scowl. "That makes total sense," she assured, but raised her hand to search the air for another insult anyway. "Fine. I'll...churn ya into butter. Flatten ya into pancakes."

What was a good Japanese one? "Crush ya like a clove of garlic. Doesn't matter. Get in here." She wanted him in mostly because she didn't have much else for the argument, but Esther also didn't want to be the one where people said she had a different man walking through her door every single day.

Sticking to her idea that this meeting did not amount to a friendly one, Esther just stepped back and pointed one finger at the bathroom. He headed there, and for a couple of minutes, Esther was left to pace in place. She had indeed forgotten the impressiveness of his size, and as she paced, she rubbed at her chin to plan out a plan of attack. She would probably have the better legs, while he possessed the better arms. And while she believed her chest bigger, she could not guaranteed that the case. He had some giant pecs.

Before she reached any clear conclusion, he had emerged, and Esther casually propped herself against the couch. Seeing him stretching reminded her that she should finish her routine, and she pulled at each leg and bounced in place until it seemed like he was ready. Then she strolled to the mat at his beckoning. He didn't intimidate her (no one really did), but she could admit that he seemed like a lug to bring down. She sharply peered between his figure and his face, standing with her hands on her hips like an umpire ready to make a call. But she was ready to go for his legs.

He reiterated their rules, and Esther scoffed. "You think I'm not gonna keep it clean when you'll use that as an excuse when I win? Uh-uh." Ryu could count on that fact. After quickly bowing to match his bow (she forgot about that being a thing here), Esther threw her hands up in a grappling stance to match his, but she did not come any closer.

Her lavender eyes quickly shifted between his face and his legs, and in a sudden burst of activity, she threw herself hard at his legs. Esther didn't have to cheat, but she didn't have to do what he wanted, either.

[Teenwrestler]

She continued on with her insults which made no sense to him and he would simply shake his head and roll his eyes at her. To him, it appeared she was just a rookie wrestler trying way too hard to try and annoy the Dragon when clearly it was going to take more than just food related insults to insult him. He took pride in his physique but more importantly than that he took pride in his wrestling ability and this woman was about to find that out soon enough. After making his way out from the bathroom back to the living room, clad in his briefs and fingerless gloves, the two opponent's would meet up in the middle where he would explain the rules.

"I don't need to have an excuse ready because I'm not going to lose. Whether you wrestle clean or dirty, makes no difference. Whether I have to make you submit on the mats, outside of the mats, in the bedroom, the bathroom or outside your apartment....you will be submitting five times" he would say while squaring her shoulders against her while she posed with her hands on her hips.

When it was time to wrestle, Esther threw herself down at his legs which caught him off guard and saw Ryu taken down on the mats with Esther on top. However, he was ready for that possibility too and he would attempt to wrap his arms around her head and pull her face down against his chest, squeezing his arms firmly around her head while he tried to snake his legs around her waist as well.

[HotWheels]

He thought a lot of himself. Esther rolled her eyes. For all her nagging concerns about his size, the former farmgirl had fought and comfortably beaten men nearly his size back in the States. She had taken a title off of a man who had beaten a slew of other men for that title and beaten him twice more when he had tried to take that title back from her. Esther could beat the honorable Captain Confidence here, but she hoped he didn't reveal anything she didn't expect, like roadrunner speed. "Must be true if ya say it enough," she quipped, with her eyebrows raised in doubt.

When they began, her beating him to the first move reassured her that he couldn't run circles around her, and Esther throwing only half of the weight and power that she put into match-ending spears proved enough to topple him. At first uncomfortably tangled against his legs as her shoulders and biceps collided with his thighs, she was pleased when she managed to catch on her hands and land in a better spot than between his knees. Her head floated above his chest, she found, and Esther started to hop forward so she could pin his arms down and straddle him.

He moved faster, and Esther braced her face as he grabbed the back of her head because she knew what came next. Those (admittedly manly) man-boobs. She croaked quietly when he smashed her face between his pecs, giving her a good scent of body wash. The muscles felt a little more pillowy than she imagined, which was good considering her lips and nose were both getting the full experience of each pectoral. His arms squeezing her head down hurt her far more. Esther grunted and tried to raise a hand to pry one of those arms off, but having enough composure to be aware of both their bodies still, she cared about the feeling of his legs trying to snag her waist far more.

She shot an arm down, getting the forearm between her hips and his thigh just before he locked her in, and she flexed her arm and fist as a barrier to block him from getting her all wrapped up against him.

[Teenwrestler]

Ryu was done playing games with her, there would be no more war of words for now because he was purely focused on the action from here onwards. With Esther gaining the early advantage by taking him down to the mats, Ryu would remain calm and trap her head in between his strong arms and give her a firm squeeze while have her face scrunched up against his pectoral muscles. She would squirm atop of him, the match was now a power struggle between the two wrestlers who were both supremely confident of their victory. Unknown to them, both were champions of their time and this was a hidden battle of former champions.

With Esther struggling, Ryu would try to snake his legs around her but the lavender haired wrestler would quite cleverly bring an arm down in between her hips and his thighs to block his effort for a body scissor. He grunted in effort, abandoning the attempt to the scissors altogether. Instead, he would focus on squeezing her head while trying to buck his hips up into hers, trying to roll the two over in an attempt to come out on top of her instead. If that would work, he would grapevine her legs while keeping a hold of her head in his arms and continue to squeeze.

"Nrgh! I know your kind, haven't worked or worked up a sweat a day in your life and think you can beat a real wrestler" he hissed while they struggled.

[HotWheels]

She could feel his thigh brushing against her arm, looking for a place to squirm around it. Despite her head (especially her crushed nose) hurting as he held her tightly to his chest, Esther grimaced against his taut skin, bore the growing headache, and kept herself from getting completely ensnared. She might surprise him with her toughness. When she decided that he would stop trying to scissor her, she tried to plant one palm against the mat for balance and brought the other hand up to start wiggling between her jaw and his bicep, but he had already started on his next scheme to take the advantage over her.

His bucks against her hips made Esther try to keep that one palm beneath her as long as she could, but with his gravity much heavier than hers and her head stuck, Esther couldn't do much to keep him from turning her over and landing atop her. "Gnnn," she groaned, as a lot of his weight ended up on her head and neck, urging her to more desperately try and wriggle her head free now using both hands. While she did so, she felt his legs working between hers, and she knew what would come next.

Esther considered herself flexible, but a girl could only claim herself so flexible when someone spread her legs far enough apart to threaten splitting her in two. She worked hard, straining her legs and core, to keep her legs close enough together so that he couldn't get the full split on her gams. It took a lot of work...especially with her head already hurting.

His words hurt more, though. No, they ticked her off. Who was he to say that she had never sweated? Esther prided herself on hard work!

With a furious growl, Esther reacted by flinging hard punches into his exposed ribs.

[Teenwrestler]

It was quite impressive that she was able to stop him from locking in the body scissor, her technique was not that of a rookie and Ryu did take a note of that. However, he was now focusing on what he could do rather on what he could not do and had Esther turn over onto her back with the Dragon now on top of her. His body smacked down onto hers, he grinded himself against her body while his legs interlocked with hers to spread them as wide as he could. No doubt she could feel the burn in her groin but she did seem like the person to be quite flexible especially compared to Ryu. Nevertheless, he had his arms squeeze her head while her face was partially smothered by his chest.

He looked down at her with a stoic expression, "Do you submit?" he asked while she was struggling under him to no avail until her arm tensed up and she began to land a flurry of strikes into his exposed ribs. "What's wrong? I thou-Ugh?! Uuughh! Owwwww" he let out a moan, each louder than the last as she pummeled into him. After the third strike into his ribs, the Dragon was forced to release his hold on her while rolling off her body and shifting onto his back next to her, clutching his sore ribs in pain for a moment while Esther had a chance to counter or retreat!

[HotWheels]

For all her flexing to keep her legs just close enough together to not cause her agonizing pain, Esther's decision to start punching let him get her fully spread. She whimpered a little and her feet curled when the insides of her thighs started to burn to go along with her aching groin. But the pain added to her frustration at his words helped her pour desperate power into her punches. While the first and second punches did not force him to release her, she tightened her fist and bicep on the third and got him just under the ribcage, where softer parts lay beneath his muscle. After that strike found its home, he released her and rolled off.

Esther couldn't decide what to hold between her seemingly bent facial features and her split crotch, so she used one hand to grab at her lips and nose to see if they remained in place. They didn't feel like it, but they were there. They just felt sore and numb at the same time. The other hand nursed at her nether regions for a moment, but not interested in having him see that spot of weakness, Esther rolled over until she could prop on a hand. There she could see him, nursing his ribs for a heartbeat longer than she had nursed her own pains.

"I got here with sweat." Where did he think Esther got this body?

She grabbed for his nearest wrist. When she held it in both of her hands, she tried to fall backward with it tucked up against her crotch and bellybutton while she stretched out her legs to plant her feet against him, one against his sore ribs and one against his neck. If he was going to use those arms against her, he needed to suffer in a seated armbar for the trouble.

[Teenwrestler]

Forced down onto his back, the Dragon would take a moment too long to nurse his sore ribcage which allowed his opponent to take the advantage. Forgetting her own pain, she would quickly prop herself up on her hands and knees next to him to finally respond to his allegations that she did not work or sweat her way to where she is now! Grabbing one of his arms, she would drag it away from him while she laid across him down on her back, trapping his arm in between her legs, tucking it against he crotch going up against those fit abdominal muscles of her. Her feet would spread across his rib and neck to push him away from his trapped arm while she used her own arm to pull the trapped arm towards her in a painful armbar hold.

Despite his impressive physique, he was only human and this move was excruciatingly painful. "Arrrrghhhh! AHHHHH" he yelled in pain, squirming wildly on his back. Ryu would use his lower body to flip up and down, his legs kicking the mats wildly as it was like trying to control a wild bull while it bucks up and down. He was moaning in pain, desperate to escape until he adopted a similar tactic like Esther did moments ago. Ryu would use his free hand to raise it high in the air before dropping down a serious of strikes to her thighs, hoping to loosen up the grip of her legs just enough for him to slide his arm free from in between her legs.

Ryu's body was now glistening in a light sheen of sweat thanks to Esther working him over a bit, his bronze body coated in a little sweat as their fight continued in private.