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Wed May 20, 2020 4:48 am by Ragdoll_Jobbers

Hey everyone! I'm back. My grandparents are safe now and I have been able to get some free time again. I look forward to RPing and talking with everyone again.

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Cicilia De'Reignhardt: Looking for a Match

Tue May 19, 2020 10:41 pm by Cicilia

Hello!

Looking for a match for my main German Juggernaut: Cicilia De'Reignhardt!

Match Type: Up for discussion! (Minus hentai)

Who wins: Up for Discussion!

Cicilia's Profile: https://afwrpg.forumotion.com/t17488-cicilia-the-juggernaut-de-reignhardt#480004

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Hoping for some matches

Sat May 09, 2020 9:32 am by anime_hentaifighter

Hoping to find some more matches here. Send me a message if interested

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Post by acuya on Tue May 12, 2020 6:28 pm

As much as Army wanted to enjoy this little victory over Imugi, he knew it was just that - a little victory. She’d get the jump on him with something else and even the score, then he’d have to find a way to bring it back to her, and there’d be a challenge after that, and a challenge after that. It was the sort of back and forth he loved. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

His wallet might’ve felt different, though.

Army’s eyes did hard roll off to the side as Imugi draped herself over him, and he playfully pulled away at first, only to lean back into her, nuzzling a bit. Loved the way her voice made his ear tingle - would never have thought someone that small could sound so sexy, but she had a way of proving him wrong in a lot of things. ”I didn’t, matter of fact.” He rifled through his wallet, sifting through a few bills, then laid the right amount on the bar, with a little extra for the service. Not a bad price, really. Good food, nice and quiet, he’d be back.

”No big deal.” He rubbed the spot when she patted him and shoved his wallet away, then slid out of the seat. ’Things go right tonight, I’ll earn it all back, anyway.”

The address, as it turned out, only got to the two of them close to where they needed to be, a tattoo parlor on the end of an otherwise unremarkable string of stores in a cozy corner of Kyoto. It was open later than you’d think such a place would ever be, and when they came inside, they found out why.

The artist inside was busy working on a client, but she thumbed them towards the back without a word. As they got closer and closer, they could hear a steady beat emanating from the end of the hall, down a staircase that led into the basement. They followed the stairs, came to a door with lights emanating from the other side, and opened the door to find...


If Army had to describe it, he’d call it a dirty version of the Tension arena. The audience was stacked, a mix of men and women , the same kinds he would see hanging around ringside. The college kids looking for a fun night on the town, the fetishists decked out in leather and wanting to get their kink fix on a live stage, the enthusiasts, taking bets. There were a few women going around serving drinks to those who were willing to pay for it, and they were decked in cosplay, wearing even skimpier versions of some of the AFW’s most popular wrestlers - a couple of Silver Aces, a Cecilia Northman, and even one guy that found a pretty spot-on version of his old boxing attire, with a spray tan to help match up the skin. Weird, but it all kind of made sense the more he thought about it - the AFW was big money, and these minnows were trying to nibble on what the biggest fish left behind, giving people the cagefighting experience they wanted with some of the AFW’s style.

But the biggest difference was the cage in the middle of it all. A solid, tall, steel structure with eight sides, surrounded a padded floor with plenty of room at the top. Barb wire at the top to give it that menacing look, but Army suspected it wasn’t just for show - he could’ve sworn he saw a little red on certain parts of when they got close, so somebody had learned the hard way.

Army found himself looking over it all, just a little taken back by the sight, looking over it with wide eyes. He’d been told this place was something special, but this wasn’t quite what he’d been picturing.

”Huh.” He finally got over it enough to shrug, as his gaze locked on to the fight going on in the cage. Looked like a three-way sort of match, two women and one guy going back and forth, no team, with the smaller, slender woman dressed in a black bikini getting the better of things. Seemed like she was trained in judo, if he had to guess. ”Thinking we came to the right place.”

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Post by Berial on Sat May 23, 2020 3:49 am

When Army stepped into the tattoo parlor, her mind was already working overtime on the gags she could assault him with from the moment they entered until they left. It was a long list, would take a lot of work, but she’d been in tighter spots when pressed for a joke. The idea made sense. He was a big guy; a lean, mean, scary boxer with a lot of hunky body to work with. But she already decided she was going to poke fun of whatever design he had in mind. Half to kill the time, half to see what faces he'd make.

The time she spent on that meant she wasn't prepared for the sight that came at the end of the stairwell. Spacious, flashy, and surprisingly busy. The sight hit her with all the surprise of a freight train. Waiters, drinks, a whole cage, and was that barbed wire? Wow, Japan had everything.

"Yup." Imugi plucked a bottle from one of the servers that passed in front of them, the bunny ears from her Death Bunny cosplay flopping all around in front of Army's face. She took a sip and immediately spit it out, facing the waiter sour-faced. "Diet?"

The girl only shrugged back and kept on walking. Imugi clicked her tongue and chucked the practically-full bottle away behind her before finally turning her attention back to the cage. Not a bad set-up all things considered. The best venue she ever managed in Korea was an old construction site, fighting in a literal pit with concrete walls. It got points for subtlety even if it was nowhere near as cozy as this.

The smell was the same at least. Alcohol, cigarettes, and everything visceral in-between. The first two were particularly bad with all the people hanging around the rafters. Quaint. She looked to Army and bumped him with her elbow. “Let’s go down to the third row. Close enough to see the fights and everyone’s skill levels, but it’s not too close, y’know? You’ll be surprised how much blood doesn’t stay in the ring.”

As they moved down the stairs, Imugi stole a look in the ring. The lady in the bikini was tearing it up. She had the larger guy down in an armbar, but seemed to be having a hard time of it. The voices around them were shouting randomly and indiscriminately, the usual helpful advice. When they reached their seats, right on the aisle, Imugi didn’t sit right away and only watched the cage for a second. Long enough to see what was going on.

“Bikini! Black bikini! Is this fighting or karate practice?!” The woman glanced her way, clearly peeved. “Tuck in closer, turn the wrist! Come on!” One moment of deliberation and the woman tucked herself in and yanked forward again. This time she got the holler she was looking for. She looked back to Imugi and threw a thumbs-up her way...which let her get blindsided by a kick from the third party.

“Whoops. Sorry.” She probably couldn’t hear that. Ah well. Imugi sat on the bench beside Army, stretching her arms to the air before she rested them at her sides as she leaned back in her seat. “And just because I know you’re thinking it: no. That guy is looking way better than you did when we met.”

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Post by acuya on Sun May 24, 2020 4:40 am

Army had been taking the sights, trying to get a grasp of the setup here and figure out where that faint vinegar smell in the air was coming from, when his meandering train of thought came to a sudden stop, forced on hold by, of all things, a pair of floppy bunny ears. While that was less of a uncommon sight in Japan than just about any other place on the planet, it was still enough to take him off guard, and he got the impression it wouldn’t be the first time such an occurrence happened tonight.

For now, though, he was fine just following along with Imugi and taking in the sights. He shot his hand up to catch the bottle she flung over her shoulder, brought it around behind his and scored two-points in a nearby trashcan...or would have if it hadn't’ been filled to bursting. There was a decent crowd out tonight, keeping the staff busy, and from what he knew about places like this, janitor weren’t high on their list of priorities.

He made his way down behind her, nearly slipping on what he was pretty sure used to be a half-eaten donut before his heel demolished it, and planted his butt down beside Imugi. Kicking his legs out, he let them rest on the unoccupied seat in front of them, stretching out all the way.

”What’s that? You think so?” Army rubbed the ear on her side, making sure he was hearing her right. ”When we met, when we met, oh right! That match where I damn near powerbombed you through the ring. That match.” He leaned over enough to tap the side of her skull with his own.

How many guys could look back and not be fucking psychos for remembering the time they nearly knocked their significant others out? Not many, he’d bet.

Army waved one of the waitress’ over, one with a more risque version of Alaina Sander’s singlet, and waited for her to make the trip through the throngs as the battle raged on inside. The guy wasn’t doing too bad - he’d seen worse in Tension. The two women were going at each other for the moment, giving him time to roll over and recover, and he threw himself back in just as the blonde was getting the better of things. Catching her from behind with a sloppy chokehold, he was trying his best to haul her away and knock her out before the other woman could recover, but she was fighting hard every inch of the work.

”Shit, man, even I can do a rear naked right! Come on!” He crossed his legs and reached over to give Imugi a quick poke in the abs. ”So, how you want to do this? I’m thinking I’ll go in, get a match, come out even with you. Then you and me can tear the house down.”

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Post by Berial on Fri May 29, 2020 9:41 pm

No, she didn’t at all forget about she was almost powerbombed through the ring.

Nor when he kicked her in the face and put her flat on her back. Or when he grabbed her by the leg and swung her around like a ragdoll. Or when he jumped off the top of the ring and almost squashed her with two-hundred pounds of solid death. Mostly because she could still feel a couple of those, in one or two places. But it wasn’t all unfamiliar to her. She’d been hit worse. He was really strong, it would have been close, but she would have kicked out of it.

Yeah. Totally.

Imugi had to admit though, she was kind of looking forward to seeing how Army did in the cage. She knew firsthand a thousand times over how well he could fight, with all of their tussles playing on a loop inside of her head since she finally saw his face again. She knew he would do well, but from what she could tell, he was more of a professional. In a ring, there were rules, expectations, a right and wrong way you were expected to behave and present yourself. Guess it was a lot like idol work in that way.

But now that she was here and she saw how into this he was actually getting, her impressions were starting to change ever so slightly. Not in a million years did she think she’d be able to bring someone to a place like this and actually have a good time. She didn’t make her feelings obvious, but it was why she had the faintest hint of a smirk growing on the opposite side of her face. It almost broke free when he gave her abs a poke, deflecting that finger like a bullet.

“Look, if you’re just gonna read my mind, don’t feel the need to ask.” She reached up and gave his nose a quick flick from under with her finger. “Mr. Two-To-One.” Her hands went behind her head as she relaxed in her seat, watching the man in the cage finally getting a decent lock on the blonde once her strength started to die down.

The incredibly subtle reminder of his score done, Imugi let her sleepy gaze wander from the cage for a moment and scouted the scene. All the potential competition looked pretty hardy, but nothing exceptional. One guy with a solid pair of arms and what looked like a black belt, a man with some intense face tattoos going on a few rows behind him. Wonder if he was a regular upstairs?

The Korean girl shrugged and brought her attention back, not wanting to take her attention away for too long. She put her hands back on the bench and nodded her head along to some trashy music they started playing behind her. “I like your plan, though.” She spoke a bit louder. “Devious. You’re gonna rob everyone of their bets.”

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