Conquering the Mountain

On her hands and knees again, Noriko had reached the turning point again. The sword of Damocles dangling precariously over her threatening to fall. She could feel Devine's fingers curling along her body, pawing at her oil slicked sides, dragging her weight towards her. A bump of their hips, the head of her form starting to drape over top of her. All It would take was those arms slipped around her neck and they both knew how that would go. Out again and this time she didn't have any articles of clothing that could readily be removed without leaving her bare. She couldn't let the other woman choke her out again but wasn't in a good position to do anything about it… or was she?

As soft and supple as her form could be, every muscle could flex, every surface clenched could become a weapon. While it was nothing new to any seasoned wrestler of AFW, to her the regulation of using her butt as a weapon in this moment was profound and as an experiment was deemed asa success immediately as Devine was sent sprawling in a sputter of sweat and oil. It had been just the sort of win she needed, working back the confidence she had lost at the hands of this scandalous seductress. Turning her head sharply, ponytail shipping over her shoulder she watched the biker come to a stop, knew this was a golden opportunity to turn this around.

With no fear of imminent threats, she swung her body around in a wild spin, digging her foot into the oil with a small splash to come to a dead stop facing a scrambling Devine. Kike a furious toddler who had mastered the art of crawling, she scurried forward on all fours. For a moment she was locked in place cartoonishly stuck in a state of motion without any traction but when it finally took, she flew forward like a mad locomotive. She had wanted to beat the biker to her defensive line but Devine was far to nimble in the oil for that. It left her one option.

"あなたは今私のものです!" Just as she reached Devine, Noriko leaned low, dropping her upper body down lower than her opponent. With a hard thrust of her hands off the mat she threw herself up at an angle, trying to dig her shoulder up into Devine chest, trying to blow the woman clear over onto her back with all her weight and momentum behind it. If she toppled the biker, Noriko would try to gracelessly flop herself down over top of her, trying to quickly take advantage of the chaos to straddle the woman at the waist and grab for her arms to keep her held down to the best of her ability.

Noriko was powerful. That much had been firmly established multiple times in this match, a fact that Divine was keenly aware of from the moment they made contact. But nothing quite communicated the extent of that power like take a hip thrust with enough force to knock her halfway across the room.

Granted, she wasn’t a heavy woman by any stretch, so it wasn’t like she could put up much resistance in the first place. Even so, it felt like she’d been hit by a freight train. Wind knocked out of her, hard to breathe, difficult to move. That last one was a problem, because she knew what she would do in this sort of situation - capitalize on it, big time. And sure enough, when she looked up, she was greeted with the rather distressing sight of an aggressive she-sumo stampeding towards her at full tilt.

Not a problem, she could work with this, a momentary retreat was in order. As Noriko bore down on her, she whipped her legs around, rolled about, and-

Too late.

The sumo turned herself into a human torpedo and crashed hard into Divine, hammering her into the mat and flattening her against the canvas, killing any hope she would’ve had for pushing her way free. Her waist was straddled, her arms were pinned, she found herself trapped under this woman’s wet, imposing body.

But she didn’t panic. She didn’t stress. That was the key, here. After she regained control of her breath, she looked up at her would-be conqueror with half-lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, as if there was a secret she wasn’t telling. ”私はあなたのものです.” She smothered her own deep accent all over Noriko’s native language. ”今何?”

Noriko let out a loud huff as she clenched Devine's hands in her own, leaning her weight forward to keep the woman restrained. This was perhaps the most anchored she had been in the oil this entire match and it felt good to be back in control. Even still, the way the Brazilian was looking at her didn't really make her feel as if she were the one in a position of power. So calm, confident… Her words in the sumo's native tongue caused the dark haired girl to blush slightly even through her furrowed brow and stiff lipped expression. She wasn't sure what the biker wanted her to do now that she had her, but Noriko wasn't intending to play around. She had been embarrassingly been given a second chance, one she didn't intend to squander if she could simply win.

"You will sleep, then you will lose." The wrestling rookie declared in slow concise English. The method may have been a mystery for her opponent, but she already knew what to do. She wasn't pleased at needing to resort to such things but the effectiveness of the tactic had been tried and proven in her first wrestling match in the league. Giving Devine's waist a tight squeeze between her thighs and clenching her fingers down again to ready herself. Noriko eased herself forward, thrusting out her chest to nestle Devine's face between her breasts, pushing the other woman down beneath her body to begin to smother her. "My apologies for any indignity, that isn't my intention."

Devine was starting to have trouble believing that Noriko wasn’t putting on an act with all her innocence. She had met women who pretended this sort of act all the time - demure, sweet, naive, easily flustered. She had even done a few clips with them for her OnlyFans, to rousing success. To think that she could pull this off with a straight face, and be genuine…

A rare find, here. A gem.

Even now, when had this dominant position over Devine, she seemed to be completely unaware of how sensual she was, however the very image of her face silhouetted in the lights above was driving the Brazilian wild. She’d been curious what the next move would be, and, to her delight, her fondest hopes would be answered - yes, this woman was about to smother her.

Devine took a deep breath as the breasts fell over her features, trapping them in a wet, fleshy heaven, an airless prison she had little problem with. Yes, she’d need to inhale oxygen eventually, but in the meantime, she intended to enjoy her ‘predicament’ to the fullest.

That meant running her tongue along Noriko’s breasts, licking and sucking and even nibbling when her teeth could dig in.

That meant turning her head from side to side, savoring the softness as it washed over her.

That meant thrusting up with her stomach, undulating between her legs, grinding up against her with a smoothy steady motion, like a wave was running through her veins.

Noriko was all over, engulfing Devine, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

With a sigh of reluctance, Noriko had done the deed, laying herself across the Brazilian in would entomb her beneath the sumo's weight and ultimately win her this bout. It was a tainted victory in many ways, but it was a lesson in other ways. Perhaps her old way of thinking wouldn't be enough to defeat all the crafty manner of combatants she was likely to face here and she would need to better adapt moving forward. Even so, she vowed to put an end to nonsense in oil and underwear when next she spoke to those above her. This wasn't befitting someone of her-

"Mmgh." Her body shuddered as a foreign sensation washed across her. Devine's struggle felt so strange almost like… "Mmm…" another shudder as Noriko's cheeks reddened. While her mind was having trouble understanding at first her body needed no explanation to what it liked and the other woman's efforts within the confines of her cleavage were bearing fruit. She let out a shaky breath, leaning herself down more aggressively, trying to crush the fight out of her opponent but that alone couldn't limit what the biker was doing.

When Devine's undulating form beneath her rubbed up beneath her oil-slicked thighs she let out a soft swear in her native tongue. Why couldn't this woman lose with some measure of dignity? Her fingers clenched as did her teeth as she tried to ignore it all but in the silence, she could still hear the soft squelching of their bodies and the warm touch of lips along her chest. A begrudged moan slipped from her amongst the grunts as she fidgeted and squirmed, trying to reaffirm her means of pinning Devine down by trying her best to avoid contact which proved impossible. Each uncomfortable shift was an opportunity, one she grew blind to the longer Devine seemed content to remain beneath her.

Two minutes and fourteen seconds.

That was Devine’s personal best for holding her breath, though, admittedly, she hadn’t tried it that long out in ages. As a child, she spent an inordinate amount of time swimming, her favorite pastime until she got into dancing, and had learned how to go without for longer than most people could. That, and certain other adult activities had brought the skill out.

An obscure talent for a wrestler to have, but it was coming in handy now, as she swam through a river of Noriko and put her lungs to the test. Her body craved oxygen more with each passing second, and the fact that she wasn’t sitting still only made that need more pressing. With such strength and weight pressing down on her, it seemed like a losing battle all around, like she was only delaying the inevitable…

...or was she?

All that writhing was having a clear effect on her foe’s impressionable little mind. She was put in the precarious position of needing to smother Devine out but not wanting to touch her at the same time, trying to make something happen that simply couldn’t happen. That made her sloppy. That gave openings. That led to opportunities.

Devine knew she would only have one shot at this, and she made her time count. Thrusting up, up, up, she moved against Noriko with a faster pace, growing harder and grinding fast. Stroking her with a hardened stomach, working up the wave with every thrust.

It was steamy, it was hot, it was a ruse, and when it looked like Noriko was on the edge, right at her worst, Devine made her play. In midthrust, she suddenly pulled up, then yanked down hard, throwing her body forward all at once in a single motion. It was a wild attempt to free herself, and as she came out from under her foe, she shot her leg out to try and capture her head in the process, wanting to get the most she could from the moment.