"The Judo Fighter" Jenner Sky VS Audrey "Ginger" Trovit in a IWH

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"The Judo Fighter" Jenner Sky VS "Ginger" Audrey Trovit in a IWH

Match type: Iron Woman Hentai
Match Win condition: Iron woman hentai, forcing the opponent into moves and knockouts to build up points before the end of the time limit, which is 60 minutes. The match will stop if the ref sees a medical issue and will call it over for the safety of all the fighters.
Match unique rule add-ons: Sleeper-holds/knock outs do not count as a win condition; it will just add to the points.
The referee for the match: Referee Mills (NPC)
Ring Type:

Custom Ring

The ring is custom built. It has 4 sets of ropes, but the ring itself is 1/3 smaller than the standard ring size, with the floor being a tad softer material than a standard ring type, though with the law logo when both fighters are in a cage will be lowered, locking them in, and the clock starts.

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Jenner Sky smiled faintly as she waited in the ring. The fight was a closed event, buried away in the shadows and open only to a select few who had paid good money for the privilege of watching. The audience remained almost unnaturally quiet, their identities hidden behind masks as they sat drinking and waiting for the violence to begin. Jenner, meanwhile, leaned back against one of the turnbuckles, her arms resting loosely along the ropes as she waited for her newest opponent to finally appear.

She wore skin-tight fight shorts and a white gi hanging loosely around her upper body, left open enough to reveal that she wore nothing beneath it. Through the shifting fabric, the outline of her nipple piercings could occasionally be seen, while much of her chest was dominated by an elaborate tattoo depicting a sprawling kraken-like sea monster. The **Strangle Depth** logo was displayed prominently across the back of her gi. Her legs and feet were otherwise bare apart from reinforced shin and foot guards matching her MMA gloves. Her fingernails were painted black, and her hair had been pulled tightly back, leaving the shaved sides of her head exposed. A thin layer of oil gave her skin a slight sheen beneath the lights, carrying with it the faint scent of roses and blueberries.

As the minutes continued to drag on, Jenner’s patience steadily disappeared. She shifted against the turnbuckle, rolled one shoulder, then flexed her fingers inside her gloves before glancing towards the entrance yet again. Audrey was taking far too long. Jenner had already seen photographs of the woman, and during the wait several ideas had begun forming in her head about exactly what she intended to do once they were finally locked inside this ring together. They had sixty minutes ahead of them, and every additional second Audrey kept her waiting only gave Jenner another reason to make those sixty minutes considerably more unpleasant for her.

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The relative silence in the underground arena (or, wherever they had taken her) was unsettling, a stark difference from the atmospheres in which Audrey usually performed in front of. She was used to being greeted by cheers - whether friendly or otherwise - but as she made her way towards the ring, a dull murmur of blurred voices surrounded her tonight. Would that change when the fight began? Would they get rowdy if she started taking a beating, as she was known to do? Something told her they wouldn't be cheering in her favor, even if she did manage to gain the upper hand. The redhead did her best to maintain her peppy skip downwards, but she couldn't deny feeling a bit... awkward, like a rabbit who'd just hopped gleefully into a lion's den.

None of that mattered once she actually got to the ring, though. Her eyes found her opponent as she slipped through the ropes; the woman opposite her was as buff as she was busty, looking more like she was expecting some sort of karate tournament than a wrestling match. Definitely a more rough and rugged type that fit the vibe of this place... and the match they were having her compete in. There was no surrendering here; no tap-outs, no knockouts. The only thing guaranteeing freedom was time. Or severe medical trauma. But Audrey did her best to not think about that possibility.

For her part, Audrey wore

- she'd had no reason to change it. Her sky blue bikini top revealed quite a lot of her own chest - moreso than Jenner's gi, even - but still covered her enough while not hindering her movements. Likewise, her lavender skirt was thin and easy to breathe in, and hid the pink panties she wore underneath so as to not flash the audience when leaping off the ropes. Her signature sneakers completed her look; she just preferred to not feel the mat whenever possible, and she felt the shoes offered more traction than her bare feet anyway.

The redhead was unsure of the proper protocol for an event like this; did she offer her customary handshake and well-wishes for an entertaining match? Something about this crowd did not give her the impression that they were here looking for a clean, balanced, competitive match.

Still, Audrey was who she was, and this woman - Jenner, she recalled was her opponent's name - had as of yet done nothing to warrant rudeness. So, she headed for the center of the ring, where she stopped and looked the blonde woman up and down - was she naked under that robe?? - and stuck out her hand for a show of sportsmanship.

"Erm... good luck," was all she managed to stay, her voice sounding like a booming echo in the otherwise relatively quiet arena.

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Jenner looked toward Audrey and, for just a moment, found herself remembering her own first time in this ring, the same tightness in her chest, the same sense of being too visible under all that attention. She understood the awkwardness, the hush that seemed to cling to the mat, the murmurless press of masked spectators, the uncomfortable feeling of having walked into a place where you didn't quite belong. She had once stood exactly there, acutely aware of every breath, every glance, every shift of weight beneath her. Jenner had got over it eventually. Still, that sympathy didn't stop her eyes from openly travelling over Audrey, taking in the redhead's outfit and figure in slow, appraising detail without even pretending she wasn't checking her out; she was enjoying every moment, and she made no effort to hide it.

Pushing herself away from the turnbuckle, Jenner walked towards the centre of the ring and accepted Audrey's offered hand. For all her cruelty once a match started, Jenner genuinely valued sportsmanship. Her grip was firm but friendly, and the smile she gave Audrey was surprisingly warm. "Hello. Good luck to you too." She held Audrey's hand for another moment before leaning closer, bringing her mouth near the redhead's ear until Audrey could feel the warmth of her breath. "You'll get used to this place. And I'm sorry in advance for what's about to happen on these mats." There was a quiet little laugh before Jenner added, almost conversationally, "After the match, you and I are getting lunch."

Jenner leaned back just far enough to take Audrey in from head to toe, her smile sharpening into something openly mischievous. "By the way, you'd look much better in an outfit like mine, I think." Her voice was light and teasing, but there was a smug confidence behind it that made the jab land harder. Her eyes settled on Audrey's face again, amusement flickering bright and brief across her features. "Don't worry, though. We'll get you stripped down eventually." She gave Audrey's hand one final squeeze before letting go, then began to back toward her corner with an easy, practised looseness. The friendliness had not been an act, but neither had the darker look that started to creep across Jenner's face as she prepared for the bell. Audrey had only just met Jenner outside the fight. In a few moments, she would meet the Judo Fighter properly, and Jenner was already looking forward to twisting that first impression, putting her new friend through more pain than she had ever seen or felt up to this point. Jenner bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, shoulders loose, eyes locked forward, waiting.

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For a moment, Audrey stood awkwardly in the center of the ring, alone with her hand held out, made all the more uneasy by the unsettling silence. But the curiosity of Jenner watching her helped her keep her focus, at least for another few moments. Audrey noticed how Jenner's eyes scanned her body up and down, looking her over, and looking quite pleased by what she saw. Or so Audrey assumed. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it, aside from the usual embarrassment of having her body oogled and the pink tint to her freckled cheeks that came with it, but it wasn't like she hadn't done something similar when she arrived; Her eyes darted back to Jenner's open robe, just for a moment.

Then someone in the audience coughed, and Audrey flinched. But just before she lowered her hand, the woman across from her stepped forward. Moments later, they were in contact, the handshake complete, and for the first time tonight, Audrey felt a bit of relief at the flicker of normalcy in the act.

But the flicker faded the moment Jenner leaned forwards, whispering in her ear. Sorry in advance. Audrey couldn't hide her shiver, but immediately righted her posture. The promise of a meal afterwards was a surprise, but it showed an intent for no hard feelings, and Audrey felt more confident that she might be in for a fair fight after all, despite the rest of the evidence to the contrary. The threat was just trash talking, which was normal for even friendly competitions. She shouldn't put any more into it than that.

Or so she tried to tell herself. The atmosphere around them remained tense, and experience reminded her that words could easily have a hidden meaning. Or maybe Jenner was genuinely confident she was about to treat this crowd to a bloodbath. Audrey's record was no secret, after all.

She'd leaned back then, and looked the redhead over again. Audrey's cheeks flooded with color, suddenly realizing that Jenner fully intended to disrobe her, as it were - which shouldn't have come as a surprise given the setting and the match conditions, but Audrey had yet to figure out the secret to not blushing at the very thought of being exposed.

But it wasn't the first time Audrey had been threatened with being stripped, and at least this time was by a woman. Perhaps it was that last bit that allowed her to find her voice as Jenner retreated to her corner. "My outfit lets me breathe easier," she said, voice bolstered by a bit of embarrassed bravado. "Remove it and there's nothing left to hold me back!"

Audrey did not expect reverse psychology to work even a little bit, but it was a better quip than saying she was used to it. Which would also have been a lie, despite how often she found herself stripped down in the ring. The redhead backed towards her own corner to await the bell - if there even was one down here. She wasn't entirely sure how things worked here. Either way, she wasn't about to make the first move. She'd been baited into acting too quickly too many times before. So she'd wait to see what her new friend would do, instead.

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Jenner's smile only deepened as Audrey backed toward her corner. The little flash of bravado seemed to delight her. "Nothing holding you back, huh?" Jenner drawled with a low chuckle, retreating in unhurried steps of her own, her gaze never straying far from Audrey's frame. "Careful. That's a dangerous thing to say to me, little fox." When she reached her corner, Jenner rolled her shoulders and tipped her chin with casual assurance, stretching her neck side to side before deliberately adjusting the gi across her bare chest, fully aware Audrey had already stolen a glance, or she assumed she had at some point.

"Although..." Jenner flexed her fingers, the motion slow and deliberate, tendons shifting beneath her skin as if she were testing the air itself. "If taking it off makes you fight better, maybe I'm doing you a favour." Her smile lingered a moment, sharp at the edges, almost playful enough to be dangerous. "Either way, I'm looking forward to finding out what's underneath."A brief pause, her expression turning just a touch more mischievous as her shoulders rolled back and she settled into herself. "Maybe by the time we're finished, I'll even know what you taste like." She laughed again, light and breathy, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she shifted her weight side to side, hands loose but ready. There was some grim respect there too. Jenner knew Audrey's choice to step inside here meant something. But Jenner was confident, and it showed in the easy poise of her stance, the coiled readiness in every small movement.

She expected that once she had Audrey down on the mat, she could keep her there and find exactly how much the redhead could take before the hour was done. The machinery whirred and shuddered; the cage began its descent with a metallic grind, a low vibration thrumming through the frame. Jenner's eyes flicked up. The steel lowered around them until the faint, masked faces beyond blurred, fading behind a mirrored sheen that caught the lights in hard, broken flashes. Beyond the bars, only fractured reflections: herself, Audrey, the ropes, the lights. The audience swallowed by a deeper hush, their sound dimmed to a muffled murmur. Jenner's smile sharpened at their reflection in the bars.

"Now it's just us." She knew it wasn't. The bell rang. Jenner went to work. She prowled forward with a coiled, predatory patience, shoulders loose but ready, hands rising and falling in small feints as she closed the gap. Each step was deliberate, the balls of her feet whispering against the canvas as she tracked Audrey's movement with a fixed, hungry focus. Then she dropped her level in a sudden snap and exploded in, driving off her back leg, aiming for a double-leg takedown; if she had connected, she would shift her head tight to the side, gloved hands clawing for purchase behind Audrey's knees, aiming for the strong grip. She wanted the fight on the ground, wanted to drag Audrey beneath her weight and into her rhythm, to clamp down, grind, and pressure until something gave from Audrey, though Jenner understood that this fight might still not go her way; she had never faught Arudy before, and that excited her even more.