It was a bit of a career stunt, a bit of a whim, a bit of wanting to have some fun with a friend, and a bit of plain old liking to shut up haters and doubters. A bit of everything was what got Yukari Takeba, action heroine famed from both children's television to top flight cinematic productions, suiting up backstage for a very real fight in a very real combat promotion.
Yukari did her own stunts on set. It was something that most people recognized and praised her for, but there would always be those who called the actress a fraud, as they sought to drag her down. It wasn't something that Yukari genuinely cared about, but it created enough buzz that lasted for a long enough time that Yukari figured she may as well have some fun with it.
There was one thing that Yukari had trouble with hadn't really been expecting going into this: her outfit. Yukari was big on fashion, and had a myriad of outfits to chose from. But her selection was cut down by red tape. She had expected the studios of the children's shows she'd been on like Featherman to tell her not to wear anything too close to her outfits on their shows. But Yukari ended up getting that message from pretty much anyone she had a connection with. From movie studios that had no issue putting out M rated movies, to clothing brands she'd modelled for. Mountains of clothes in her wardrobe, but all of it worth wearing locked away by corporate meddling. Yukari
And that was how Yukari ended up in her current outfit. Something she kept as a joke from a job from a much earlier time. Back before Yukari was famous, and she took more uncomfortable jobs because she needed the money to pay for college. It was from a video game company trying to branch out, releasing a line of clothes based around female "combat armor" that Yukari ended up modeling. They hadn't given Yukari a call telling her not to wear it, and by the widest stretch possible, it was technically made for fighting. So Yukari went with it. Embarrassing as it was, the outfit was comfortable, breathable, and mobile. Music
As the opening to Yukari's music came on, the actress turned wrestler made her entrance to cheers, then surprise, and then even louder cheers. Many fans who weren't as aware of the roadblocks probably expected Yukari to come out as Feather Pink, or another of her famous roles. And even those who hadn't been expecting that assumed she would at least be wearing something more conservative considering Yukari was historically outspoken against being objectified for her body. Using her acting skills to hide the embarrassment she felt over her outfit, and energetically waving to the crowd with a smile on her face, Yukari made her way to the ring before entering and settling into her corner.
Fumie felt... conflicted. She knew full well who her opponent was: Yukari Takeba, otherwise known as Feather Pink. An actress from a show that Fumie was particularly fond of. Part of Fumie wanted to just lie down and take a beating from Feather Pink. But at the same time, Fumie felt that if she was to be taken seriously and continue being given strong opponents, she would have to at least put up a fight—not that Fumie cared about climbing the ranks. No, it was a simple matter of stronger opponents being able to dish out better "ryona", with Fumie as their victim.
NOTE: Without the cigarette.
"I guess it's hotter when they struggle..." mumbled Fumie. "'It's hotter when they struggle'," parroted Ayame with a grin on her face. "If you weren't an under-five-foot smol girl, that would sound very wrong." "Huh? But the more I struggle, the hotter it'll be when I watch the match later. Makes for better ryona and better masturb—" "Anyways! Once the match starts, I'll be in the front row—" "—shouting instructions so I don't lose too quickly." "Right!" exclaimed Ayame, unperturbed by the interruption. "And you're sure they won't just kick me out?" "Eighty percent sure. It'll make things more interesting, which LAW likes. Considering all the other stuff LAW lets wrestlers get away wi—"
Fumie's jaw dropped to the floor. Her eyes were fixated on an overhead-mounted television in the backstage area. On it was an image of Yukari wearing an extremely revealing set of armor—if you could even call it that! Fumie stood silently for several moments, shocked that someone who was historically against being objectified would wear such an outfit. "Remember Fumie, just because she's wearing a skimpy outfit doesn't mean she 'wants it'. So don't go groping her now." Ayame laughed.
A blush grew across Fumie's face. "Wait... but isn't that obvious?" "You'd be surprised," stated Ayame. "Anyways! You gotta get going! Your entrance is coming up like... now!"
"AND NOW, STANDING AT 152 CENTIMETERS, WEIGHING IN AT 48 KILOGRAMS... FUMIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Entrance Theme: Suck Your Blood - Kill la Kill OST
Bass-heavy techno music filled the air, heralding the arrival of 《FUMIE》. Yet the stage area was barren, with no sign of the woman anywhere. The audience began to murmur in confusion, and stage hands and staff began to grumble in irritation. The latter groups knew that Fumie was there—she had just missed her cue. Troublesome enough to be annoying but not enough to be egregiously disruptive.
Thirty seconds after the cue, Fumie came barreling out from backstage and down the entrance ramp. Her feet slammed into the ramp, one after the other. "Uuoof!" Fumie fell down, having tripped in her haste. Without hesitation, she more and continued her journey to the ring.
NOTE: Fumie is not wearing the glasses, headphones, or coat.
Soon, Fumie found herself in the ring, standing across from the famed Feather Pink actress. Fumie gave a slight bow. Her eyes turned downcast towards the net, and she cast furtive glances at the woman across from her. Fumie wanted to say something to Yukari, but no suitable words came to mind. And it did not help that Yukari was dressed in such a skimpy outfit!
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"Jeez, this is exactly what I didn't want," muttered Yukari as she watched Fumie faceplant on her way to the ring. Absolutely tiny, unathletic, and slow judging by her run speed. In other words; the most obvious type of jobber there was. The whole point of Yukari's excursion into LAW was to prove that she could fight and do stunts for real. And while she wasn't too earnestly invested in that, she was a little concerned how it would look if she beat up on some weak girl who was clearly being fed to her.
Yukari certainly had some business associates who were wary about this whole thing to say the least. After all, Yukari fighting for real could lead to her getting injured for real. The actress had said that she didn't want to be protected by being given weak opponent's who couldn't hurt her, but it seemed like Yukari's wishes were ignored in the name of her health.
"Hello!" said Yukari, brightly greeting Fumie. She used her acting skills to mask her annoyance at the quality of her opponent. After all, it wasn't Fumie's fault that Yukari had been matched against her. "I hope we can have a good match, but I'll admit that I hope I can win the match a bit more." Of course. Yukari was rather confident that she could fulfill that hope.
A chill ran down Fumie's spine when Yukari greeted her. Fumie could hardly believe that she was conversing with a famous actress, much less the one who played Feather Pink in Featherman. Deep down, Fumie knew that famous people were not necessarily much different from everyone else. But that would not stop Fumie from fumbling over her words. "Ah! Well, uh... Yes! Good match, Miss Feath—Miss Yukari!" Fumie's heart was racing. She took a few deep breaths, causing her heart rate to slow slightly.
Fumie took one last deep breath before speaking again. "I know I'll probably lose... but I still want to win! Even if it means using unconventional tactics!" Fumie put on a determined face, staring straight at Yukari. But the awkwardness of the situation quickly overwhelmed Fumie and she broke eye contact, her eyes turning downcast once more.
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Fan of me too, huh, Yukari thought when Fumie almost slipped out the words "Miss Feather Pink." Yukari always got a smile out of seeing somebody have to actively calm themselves just to be able to interact with her. Whether that was because it was cute or because it was funny depended on how old the other person was. 18 was pushing it, but Fumie's appearance managed to knock it into the cute range.
Yukari was about to reassure Fumie, telling her not to get so down on herself before the fight even started, until she caught the second half of what she said. "Well that's the spirit, she said with a notable lack of enthusiasm. "But there are certainly a few things that I'm hoping you don't mean by 'unconventional tactics.' I'm not wearing this outfit because I want to get handsy or steamy. it was just the only thing I could find not connected to a brand that didn't want me wearing their product for this."
Yukari then got into a fighting stance, hoping that Fumie was a fan who would respect the wishes of the object of her affection. And if she wasn't... well then Yukari would just have to win before Fumie could pull off anything too disgusting. Once the bell rang, Yukari would open on the attack. Suspecting that Fumie wouldn't want a test of strength, the actress would try to force one by going to grab the orange haired girl's arms and pushing her back towards the ropes. If Yukari overwhelmed Fumie with her strength, then she would take advantage by pulling her fan into a side headlock and starting to squeeze.
"Oh... um... ah..." squeaked Fumie, a blush forming across her face. Try as she might, Fumie just could not think of how to respond. Not wanting to look too much like a fool though, Fumie tried to at least say something. "Thanks for the suggestion! I, ah, am not sure what she, um I, meant by unconventional tactics... but getting handsy might be a valid tactic." Fumie continued staring at the mat for a few moments before a flash of realization sparked across her face. "Oh! Sorry! Misheard! Um, you uh, said you DIDN'T want that, didn't you?" DING! The bell rang, and Yukari began to advance on Fumie. "Bullshit! She totally wants to get groped!" yelled a red-haired woman from the crowd. "Look what she's wearing!"
Hopefully, that crass and logically incorrect harassment from the audience would be enough to distract Yukari and buy Fumie some extra seconds. If it did, Fumie would use this opportunity to get behind Yukari. Fumie would then lurch forward only for her to stop, and on her face would be a nervous blush.
Yukari didn't even register any specific scream from the crowd. She was used to drowning out overexcited fans yelling out stupid things at her. Frankly, tuning out less than savory comments about herself was a skill Yukari had been cultivating since before she was famous. So the crowd was little more than noise to the actress. Yukari was able to take control of Fumie without trouble. Her opponent was late to respond, as if she just wasn't ready. Soon enough, Yukari had her headlock.
But Yukari had one small problem, courtesy of her outfit. The headlock was causing the side of Fumie's face to be squished into direct contact with one of Yukari's breasts. Most outfits that the actress had would have some fabric between, but not this one, to Yukari's discomfort and dismay. Looking to change this, Yukari tried to force Fumie to the ground, using her weight and strength to fall on top of her.
From there, Yukari would get Fumie onto her stomach and grab the smaller girl's arms as she stood up. Yukari would then step onto the middle of Fumie's back and pull her arms back behind her for a surfboard stretch. "So Fumie, what's it like fighting a superheroine?" Yukari would ask somewhat teasingly as she held her opponent in a submission hold.
Boobs, thought Fumie as her blushing cheek was pressed up against Yukari's breast. For a brief moment, Fumie imagined what it would feel like to touch Yukari's breasts. But Fumie was not the sort of person who would grope people like that—at least, she would not do that unprompted. Still, Fumie was not above passively enjoying the situation as it happened. "Uueeh!" cried Fumie out in surprise when she was forced down to the ground. "Aahn!" Fumie felt her arms being wrenched backwards and out while her body was held in place by Yukari's foot. And in the midst of Fumie's pain, Yukari asked a question. "So Fumie, what's it like fighting a superheroine?"
Fumie paused for a moment. "Assuming you're the superheroine... it feels like my shoulder joints are being strained." Her statement was quite literal and was said in a matter-of-fact way. After speaking, Fumie did not bother to resist, instead opting to save her energy and relish her pain.
"Heh," chuckled Yukari at Fumie's response to her tease, finding it rather cheeky. But rather than what she was saying, the actress was more concerned with what she noticed Fumie doing: nothing. Yukari wasn't sure if her opponent was just that weak, or if Fumie actually wasn't fighting back, but regardless of which possibility was true, the brunette felt zero resistance.
With this is mind, Yukari knew that she could hold her surfboard stretch indefinitely. But she also knew that doing nothing but hold this position until Fumie did something would make for a rather lackluster show. So after a little bit more time spent holding the stretch, Yukari would transition. First, the brunette would let go of one of Fumie's arms so that she could grab the hacker girl's other arms with both hands.
Now in position, Yukari would drop down so that she was kneeling with one leg on either side of Fumie's arm, and so that the brunette's butt would replace her foot on Fumie's back. Yukari would then slide up until her crotch was up against Fumie's shoulder, and then the actress would start wrenching the orange haired girl's arm back with a reverse armbar. Pulling Fumie's arm all the way back until her fist was up against Yukari's cleavage, which the actress noticed. "Ugh. I didn't realize how much of this wrestling stuff involves such close contact with your chest when I had training outfits that fully covered it," said Yukari. "Maybe I should just accept it and lean into it for this match. Say Fumie, how would you feel about getting knocked out by a grapevine breast smother?" Yukari was half joking when she asked Fumie that question. If nothing else, the actress was at least considering her options while she was stuck with this attire.
Fumie continued to blush as her arm was put into rather intimate contact with Yukari's body. Although the hold hurt, it did not feel as if Yukari was going for a submission yet. Thus, Fumie decided to bide her time.
When Yukari suggested a breast smother, Fumie's face turned from blushing to confused. Her brow furrowed and her left eyebrow arched. "Conflicted and confused—that's how I'd feel," Fumie said. "Seeing someone who has been historically outspoken against being objectified freely objectify herself causes cognitive dissonance."
The crowd went silent. No one, save for a single redhead, expected such a response from Fumie. And some, knowing of Yukari's past rhetoric in regards to objectification, began to question what was happening. Why was Yukari acting like this? "She's a sex-pervert! A hypocritical sex pervert!" a voice from the crowd rang. A voice that belonged to a certain red-haired woman. "Look at her! She's grinding her crotch and tits against that poor little girl's arm!"
The crowd began to snicker, and so did the orange-haired gremlin underneath Yukari. Fumie tried to stifle her laugh but choked laughs still made their way through. "S-sorry, I..." Fumie's composure completely broke and she began laughing unhindered. Her entire body started to shake. With each laugh, her trapped arm would inadvertently rub against Yukari's intimate areas. The rubbing would be vigorous, and it would have also been lascivious had it not been clear that Fumie was simply laughing. Feeding off of Fumie's energy, the crowd began to laugh too.
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