Fight of Might! - Masuyo Ai vs Vritra Savage

From the way her hands were clasped together, one could assume that Masuyo was praying to the divine. In her mind, that was certainly the case. Her body was one fire. Her stamina gone. It was now or never.

And then she heard the words. The crowd erupted into For Masuyo, everything went white as her hands unlocked, and her arms dropped along with Vritra’s. Her head tilted to the ceiling, everything going white around her as the glaring lights overtook her vision. Silence started to fall around her, and her body fell with it. She tumbled off the blonde giantess and let her back lay against the canvas. Everything was dark.

Was she dead?

A few moments passed, and the sound started to return to her. Her eyes opened slightly to see the referee standing above her. Her head pivoted to the left, then the right, before She did it. She really did it!

The MMA fighter shot back up, eagerly catching the referee’s hand before it was raised into the air. Another round of applause made its way across the arena. Through all the pain, through all the torment, with her back against the wall almost every step of the way, the newcomer had persevered. Masuyo was beaming. A white smile adorned her face as she made her way from one side of the ring to the other, waving her hands as she went. Gin must be shaking his head right now.

She stopped suddenly when her mind trekked back to Vritra. Masuyo pivoted around and made her way back to the fallen giantess. As much as she’d hate to risk stirring the pot, the titan looked pretty out of it. Her arms had been worked over pretty good, too. She fought hard. The woman deserved respect.

“Uh...good match, Savage-san! You’re really strong!”

The victorious fighter would hold out a hand. She honestly wasn’t sure if she could support her weight. Hell, she could hardly manage her own at the moment. Then again, would she even take it? Or worse? That question was probably best left unanswered for now, but Masuyo was ready for the worst.

When she finally expressed her submission, Vritra was released from the painful hold, and her arms fell to her sides. For several moments, the defeated giantess felt numb, her vision filled with bright whiteness and her sense of hearing could only hear the distant noises of the crowd. When she finally regained her senses, she saw her opponent being declared the winner of their match, something that Vritra had to bitterly and begrudgingly accept, no matter how infuriating it was. It meant that she might have gone sloppy and might have underestimated the MMA fighter.

There would always be next time. There had to be more rooms to improve. Next time, she would be the one to reign supreme over her opponents, and there would be no mistake.

And then, Masuyo went over to her and held out her hand, as if offering to bring her up. Vritra scowled at the woman, finding her display of sportsmanship to be ridiculous and sickening. She should be gloating over her victory, not showing her pity to the loser. Growling, Vritra pushed herself up, with a bit of difficulty before swatting aside Masuyo's offered hand. With a grunt, she got up on her feet before she glared at her vanquisher.

"Next time, there will be no mistake..." Vritra's voice sounded a little hoarse from her screaming earlier, but still notably feminine and soft. She walked away from Masuyo, looking to exit the ring. "If we are to fight again, I will reign supreme." Her body was still throbbing painfully from the vicious hold from the MMA fighter, but she tried her best to hide it. "Consider tonight your lucky night, Masuyo Ai. It won't happen again in the future..."

And so, Vritra slipped out of the ring and headed out to the exit without sparing the victor a glance. All she cared at the moment was to improve herself so that the same mistake would never happen again.

Masuyo wasn’t entirely sure of what to expect.

Her opponent hadn’t exactly done anything to suggest she was capable of pleasantries, but there was a first for everything. In the aftermath of the match, surrounded by applauding fans and the lasting pain running through the both of them, a lot of feelings could change. Maybe a hard-fought loss would change that? Just a bit?

When she saw the scowl, all of those hopes left as soon as they came. She stepped back a bit after her hand was slapped away and the titan rose to her feet. Her smile fell, but only for an instant, before it came back twice as strong. “Heh…”

She liked that fire in Vritra’s eyes. It always brought a smile to her face to see the unwavering resolve in her opponent’s stance. The determination to come back stronger than ever. That’s what it meant to be a true fighter in the squared circle. The Demon of Shibuya couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for the both of them. For now, she would simply look at on with a proud smile as the blonde giantess made her way through the ropes and back up the ramp.

“I can't wait.” Her former opponent was too far away to hear it, but the sentiment was there nonetheless.

Masuyo stayed back in the ring as her opponent left, happy to bask in the brilliant stage lights a little longer.

YOUR WINNER: Masuyo Ai!