Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Knockout, or Submission
Natsu hoped that whoever said patience was a virtue was being one hundred percent legit about this saying. Because if so, Natsu now might just be the most virtuous wrestler in any federation from here to the Netherlands. Even her indomitable optimism was starting to show cracks in its foundation by the time she'd finally heard back from LAW management about a chance to be scheduled onto live television broadcasts once again. This totes appreciated opportunity presenting itself in the form of some kinda promotional deal where LAW wrestlers with actual legit fighting experience are given a chance to perform before UFC showdowns. Something about using the charm and sex appeal of their ladies dukeing it out in unique locales in order to bring more eyeballs to the LAW product...in all honesty, Nattie was feeling kinda sus about the entire arrangement at first. Aside from feeling like she was just being used by the federation for some lame promotional tactic, there was a nagging voice, who sounded a lot like her older brother actually, in the back of her head who warned her about the dangers inherent of fighting in places you're not familiar with. Ultimately though her youthful impulsiveness overwhelmed her more rational advice once she realized that declining the offer just meant more time at her side hustle as an arcade hostess downtown. Natsu betting that this couldn't be any worse than another double shift with that obnoxious manager of hers. Natsu
Natsu remained steadfast behind the curtain with some limbering stretches and soothing breaths taken as she waited for the signal. The signal being her rocking theme song now beginning to play when several security guards started ushering her ahead at a rushed pace. Nattie jogging up to the black curtain before stepping out with a dramatic flourish, decked out in her high school seifuku comprised of her naval blue skirt, white top, sparring gloves, bright red bloomers and Converse sneakers. Exuding youthful cheerfulness and spirited determination through her bright smile as she gawked around the fresh surroundings. Natsu taking in the actual fan appreciation and enjoying every iota of it considering she'd started from the bottom and now she's here. A skipping bit of jogging taking her down the ramp with a billowing flutter to her white headband until she reached the ring, er...octagon. The jubilant schoolgirl stepping through the caged door and taking a few steps inside, performing some mock shadowboxing as spotlights spiraled all around the ravenous audience. Natsu earnestly hoping her older brother was watching from whatever Buddhist temple he's training within. Goto seeing his sister on the verge of breaking through in LAW as a electric surge trailed down her spine at the prospect of laying another schoolgirl smackdown against whomever this opponent of hers is. Who certainly couldn't be any stranger than her previous adversaries, right?
Juri Han didn’t like the idea of having a manager. She’d known some fighters who did, never seemed worth the bother. Telling you who to fight, making decisions behind your back, taking your money with little promise of return on the investment. Maybe some of them were worth the trouble, but she wasn’t of a mind to seek them out and figure it out for herself. She had never had any trouble finding fights before, why should she need it now?
So, when she joined LAW and was approached by some Frenchie named Aria Castle, an admittedly hot-as-fuck redhead looking for a girl to manage, she’d told her to fuck off, in as many words. She didn’t want help, she didn’t need help, she would do fine in this place all by herself.
Juri was wrong. Fuck, was she wrong.
She didn’t understand why they would hire her just to put her on the shelf, but apparently they were skittish about her reputation and wanted to save her for the hardcore scene. Which, fuck, she didn’t mind one bit, except for the way they were dragging their feet on getting her a proper match, having trouble finding women who were willing to risk it all in a debut match with an unknown quantity. Days turned to weeks, and weeks were threatening to turn into months.
But she still had Aria’s card, and the woman had offered to work for free for their early ventures, willing to give Juri a taste of her worth before she committed. So she made the call, gave her a shot. No harm if it’s free, right?
Well, fair play, Aria delivered. Skeptical though she may have been, she couldn't argue with the results, as the redhead nabbed her a match within the week, no problem, and not just any match. Unique venue, bright and flashy, inside a cage, all this glitz and glamour…
Interesting, all of it. But what truly caught Juri’s eye was the tender little morsel making her way down to the ring, all vibrant and full of life and smiling and begging to be utterly wrecked. She gazed at the screen as she lazily held her smartphone, with Aria on speakerphone. ”So,” The woman’s rich french accent poured out of the phone. ”Do we like what we see?”
"Wedo." She licked her lips and breathed deep, her mind already reeling with the possibilities. "Damnshamewe'rejustdoingstandard,though.Wouldreallyliketotakemytimewiththisone."
”All good things in time, mon amour. We must walk before we run.” There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice, too, which went a long way to confirming Juri’s suspicions. Aria was in this for the show, for the spectacle, and she’d sought Juri out because she could provide that. Putting it plain? The French bitch liked to watch people getting beat up. Since Juri was good at making that happen, it was a natural fit. Symbiosis. ”Now, I know it’s tempting to pick her apart, but do be careful not to break your new toy. We don’t want management to be skittish about giving you even better ones down the line, do we? Have fun, but not too much fun.
"Don'tyouworryyourprettylittleheadaboutthat." One of the stagehands motioned for her entrance and she made her way towards the curtain, padding across the cool floor with light steps. "I'llberealgentle.Promise."
The lights around the arena dropped as Juri’s
came thumping out at a frenetic pace. Strobe lights flickered with every beat as she made her way towards the cage, leisurely strolling along, disappearing and reappearing and disappearing again, always in a different spot, from one area to the other, moving through the shadows, impossible to track, with the tempo building faster and faster, a racing crescendo, an ear-piercing wail, and then…
The lights came to reveal Juri inside the cage, only a couple of feet in front of Natsu, staring right at her, just on the edge of her personal space. Looking her victim over up close, she gave her a good, thorough appraisal, with her roving eyes stopping at all the key spots - that cute little skirt, the sneaker, the headband, the whole getup. Cute. Adorable, even.
"Lookatyou,alldressedup.Naughty." She stepped back and began to circle the ring, wanting to get a good look at her from different angles. "Notbigontheschoolgirlfetishmosttimes,butyou...yeah,you'reanexception.Notbad.Notbadatall." Juri is ready.
Natsu's older brother always used to mention how fighters were merely a different caliber of people, but that she should try not to feel ostracized amongst her friends because of these eccentricities. Sage advice came from the guy like a faucet someone forgot to turn off, and numerous instances in her life only reinforced this specific teaching. Such as right now, with Natsu center stage in the middle of a ring canvas that's probably had blood washed off of it more times than she can count. The spry schoolgirl surrounded on all sides by throngs of voracious fans eager to witness some bare-knuckled savagery...and here Nattie was as calm as a cucumber. As if she were within her element, so to speak. Stretching her lithe legs from side to side with her tongue adorably poking out the side of her mouth with the back of her heels balanced on the canvas all throughout. The elaborate location and obvious fact she didn't have a clue as to whom her opponent was certainly added a cool X-Factor to the moment though. Moreso than if Natsu inquired further about the details when she was speaking with that French lady over the phone who helped orchestrate this whole exhibition. Whose smooth talk not only convinced Natsu into accepting the match but forgoing any knowledge of her adversary for the night as a way of challenging herself further. Gullibility having once again proven to be one of Nattie's regrettable shortcomings. For now though she was as giddy as a...well, a schoolgirl...as she sprang up to her feet with some energetic bouncing on the tips of her toes. Patiently awaiting the entrance theme of- "Hm?" Natsu ceased her bouncing hops when all of the stadium lights blacked out on her, a pulsating electric guitar overheard from all around the arena in concordance with a haunting figure now becoming noticed in the distance. A foreboding figure swathed in darkness whose malice Natsu could sense from way back in the ring, undeniably aided by what could vaguely be ascertained as devil horns on her head. She centered her concentrated gaze on her adversary as best she could until she seemingly started wafting in and out of existence like a phantom apparition with spotlights only capturing her for a split second. Natsu gulping down some reservations when the houselights illuminated the arena and caused the schoolgirl to balk at her menacing foe's apparent teleportation skills. Chilled frostbite coursed down her spine once eye to eye with her, Natsu fighting the instinctive urge to backpedal from the exceedingly obvious threat and staying her ground. Grateful that those weren't actual devil horns, she supposed. Nattie remaining steadfast, aside from her head turning to follow Juri along throughout her circled appraisal. The brawler getting the distinct sensation she wasn't being scoped out for her fighting potential, and for the first time wished she'd maybe worn a longer skirt. "Oh, uh well ya know...Spoze it's not so much a schoolgirl fetish as it is a lifestyle choice...heheh...S-So...barefoot, huh? Certainly bold of ya. Don't you worry about stepping on a tack or a sharp rock or...sumthin." Nattie attempting gibbering small talk with an anxious chuckle, scratching the side of her face with an index finger...
Juri only paid half-attention to the woman, Natsu, right? - was saying, figuring it wouldn’t be that important, anyway. She was a stammering mess right now, anyway, and she didn’t expect anything substantial to come out of those lips. Not until she gave them a proper prying, at least - for now, it’d all be nonsense, until she got herself under control.
No, for the moment, she directed her focus towards more interesting things, like the look of Natsu’s body. The schoolgirl look was cute, but there was a tight, athletic body underneath it - this girl was a real martial artist, or she had the physique of one. But that would only carry you so far if your mind wasn’t screwed on right.
It took her a second to register what Natus was saying, but when she did, she had a little chuckle and stepped back. She raised her leg, higher, higher, higher, stretching to a point that would’ve had most women screaming in pain, and let her foot lazily dangle between them. "ThesefeetonlygowhereIwantthemto,schoolgirl." She snickered and dropped it back down, so she could leisurely hop on her heels. "Anddon'tbeshy.Youandme'regonnagettoknoweachotherrealwell,soon.Trustme."
She let the implied threat hang in the air as the referee ushered them back towards their corners, creating some space between. For her part, Juri never broke eye contact with her foe, never wavered for a single second, always locked in with that cruel, knowing grin, as if she had a secret she couldn't wait for Natsu to find out.
Blathering incessantly like a timid schoolgirl being approached by a classroom crush probably wasn't the greatest look for Natsu at the moment. Certain defense mechanisms just kicked in automatically whenever she was confronted with ominous situations outside her area of expertise. Such as being on the cusp of squaring off against someone whose threat levels seemed off the charts and whose sadistic gleam brought a shiver to a spine to accompany the goosebumps on her forearms. Natsu getting the distinct sensation she wasn't being appraised for her fighting capabilities as Juri's eyes feasted upon her athletic form. The schoolgirls attempt at breaking the ice with a casual conversation only enticing Juri into showcasing her adversary's astonishing flexibility as Nat's eyes followed the swaying foot left and right like a toenail polished Sword Of Damacles until it settled onto the floor.
"Y-Yeaaaah...Hopefully not too soon..." Natsu muttering those final words underneath her breath as the referee between them started signaled for the pair to take their corners, matching Juri's eye contact all throughout her backpedaling in spite of the threatened dread and unease that came with it. Once within her respective corner, a soothing and meditative breath was taken by Natsu with a wellspring of summoned courage steadying her resolve for the challenge quite literally staring her down. Emphasized moreso by the schoolgirl tightening the bandana around her forehead and focused concentration on her eyes as she approached the middle of the ring once the referee signaled for the bell. Circling the ring in tandem with her spidery adversary before dashing straight ahead into an attempted wide-arcing overhead Flower Kick aimed right for the crown of her head, between those pointy hair horns of hers.
This one was cute. Too cute for her own good, really. Dressed up like, Juri was surprised she didn’t get hit on more often - last she checked, the cute Japanese schoolgirl was all the rage with lonely-ass goons fapping off in their mother’s basement all day long. She even had a couple of schoolgirl outfits in her closet, ones she busted out for her top-tier OnlyFans subscribers on occasion. No doubt she’d been getting more requests for that after this…
She let that thought run its course as she smirked and stepped back, preparing to fight. Natsu looked like she was getting in the mood, too, and despite the teasing, Juri was mentally hyping herself up - yeah, the little girl had the eyes of a deer in the headlights, but they were attached to a strong body, fit and firm, maybe dangerous. The only question was if she knew how to use it, and that question was about to be answered.
A kick. A good kick, and Juri knew more than to make that assessment. It came flying out fast, excellent form, clearly practiced, would’ve been more than enough to catch most fighter’s off guard and throw them for a loop.
Not Juri.
Juri knew kicks - not just employing them, but dealing with them, having fought with other Taekwondoka’s her entire life. As good as this kick was, she’d had it fired at her countless times before, and she reacted without a single thought - she ducked, slipped under, and made her way behind Natsu in a single fluid motion, as if they’d practiced for weeks.
”Not bad.” She was close, close enough to let two heated syllables slip into Natsu’s ears, before she hopped away and created space between them. She kept her arms out wide, leaving her body wide open. ”Strike one. Try again.”
All throughout her academic years, it was typically the radiant beauties who could captivate an entire classroom with one flirtatious wink who were swamped with lovesick admirers pining for their attention and hopefully, affection. Suffice to say that Natsu didn't quite qualify when it came to what the majority of the boys in her school were pining for whenever they were scoping out their classrooms for potential beauts to mack on, so to speak. However, simpleminded though she may appear, Natsu was still quite capable of taking the hint whenever she was approached by a few brave souls summoning the courage to ask her out on dates. Awkward situations she attempted to diffuse as best a brash tomboy could, which were all practically walks in the park compared to being confronted with the predatorial sparkle in her adversary's eyes. Nattie somewhat doubting this girl’s intentions were anywhere near as wholesome as taking her on a late-night movie outing and moonlit walk in the park... *...Sheesh, Spider-Lady is giving me the mega creeps here. Ending this quick is seeming like a good idea right about now...* Natsu internalized as she settled into her fighting stance with a rhythmic bounce upon the balls of her sneakered feet. A determined fixation to her hazel eyes before making the first move in the form of a spry sprint and attempted overhead kick that only ended up whiffing completely, leaving an unbalanced schoolgirl taking a second to regain her posture and gawk around the fight pit for her barefoot foe when her search for Juri concluded with two sultry words whispered over her shoulder. Natsu balked with only a split-second of hesitation taken before spinning in place and backpedaling a step in her fighter's stance, shivered goosebumps and slight blush hopefully going unnoticed in the process. "Tch..." Juri's open invitation being replied to with an embittered schoolgirl stepping back up to the plate with a nimble dash and attempted upward thrust kick known as her Chinbuster~...
Juri was many, many things - most of them negative - but discriminatory? Oh, never. When it came to her conquests, she accepted all types. Skinny, fat, short, tall. Asian, African, Caucasian. She was an equal opportunity sadist, more than willing to impose her will on anyone she could get her hands on.
But that wasn’t to say she didn’t have her tastes. Her preferences. Her inclinations. As she saw Natsu - sweet, cute, innocent Natsu - she saw so many of them in one neat little package—tight body, firm and fit, but she hadn't lost that schoolgirl cuteness.
Yeah. Yeah, she’d do.
Natsu had good spirit and came her way again, moving quick, swift and nimble. The kick she threw out would’ve brought down a lot of fighters, caught them rough on the chin and put them down on the count. Impressive…just not to Juri. As the blow came rising up, she arched her back, flung her head away, and let it come flying past her chin, close, so very close, that she could feel the wind across her face.
Juri swung about to the side and slipped around Natsu’s body, letting her roving hands slip beneath the woman’s skirt as she passed. Not much, nothing crazy, just a quick touch on a place she shouldn’t be touching.
”Strike two, close that time.” Juri skipped away, hands behind her back and a widening smirk on her face. ”One more, then it’s playtime.”
Speed was something that Natsu typically had over anyone aiming to clean her clock, whether it was adversaries in these wrestling federations or overconfident bullies in afterschool skate parks. Keyword there...*was*. Natsu was taken aback by her chin cracking kick soaring through the air with nothing to show for it except what felt like a slithering hand trailed up her skirt and the noticeable embarrassment from striking out once again. The flustered schoolgirl patting down her skirt with eagle-eyed irritation pinpointed on Juri, well aware of what the spider lady was a coping feel of as she lackadaisically backpedaled with a cheshire grin. Knowing she was being outright toyed with didn't exactly instill much confidence in Natsu as audience members started getting in on the joke themselves with pockets of laughter littered about.
"...Tch...Least I'm not boring you, ya creepazoid. Better be ready to be sent flying out the park with this next one than..." Natsu remarked with an unyielding determination to her vocals, steeled back within her fighting stance with gloved fists clenched and rightfully beginning to get just a little ticked off now. Juri's speed, reflexes, and flexibility all combined to the point where it felt like Natsu was fighting a snake on an acid trip...but the schoolgirl knew that if she could just land one hit. Just ONE. Nattie digging her sneakered toes into the canvas to a squeaked sound before sprinting straight into the lion’s den. Bandana wafting in the breeze until she came within striking distance of Juri, a juked sidestep taken at the last second to hopefully outmaneuver her foe into not anticipating the attempted body shot straight into her spidery breadbasket.
Juri knew Natsu’s type fairly well. Young. Brash. Hotheaded. She hadn't been too unlike the schoolgirl herself at one point in her life. Easy to rile up, falling for taunting without too much provocation. Juri could read her like a storybook.
”Promises, promises.” She smirked and egged her on. ”Show me.”
And Natsu proceeded to do that. In Juri’s experience, anger was the best motivator, and that theory was on full display here, as the blooming blossom came rushing her way at full speed. Juri was already moving back, preparing to evade, but her foe made a little sidestep at the last second that caught her off guard. Instead, she wound up taking a stiff shot in the stomach, one that went deep into her washboard abs and knocked the wind out of her. Natsu’s first hit of the match, and a good one, too.
Juri hoped she enjoyed it. She really did. ”My turn.”
She bent over from the blow, but instead of rising up, she leaned further down, almost as if she might keel over. Instead, she planted one foot and let the other come rising up behind in an arc, as she lashed out with a Scorpion Kick - an unorthodox move that would slam her heel right in the middle of Natsu’s face.
