Bed Wrestling Match(Ina vs. Amaya)

"Listen, honey. Either you do this, or your first check from AFW will also be the last. But I am sure there are plenty of, hm, clean jobs for girls with no qualifications and on probation out there. You in or not?"
The giant frame of the merciless Garuga Ise towered over the delicate body of Amaya, while her whole reasoning gone out of the window with this simple summary of the smirking woman. Most girls in AFW probably wouldn't have thought twice about a simple bed wrestling match, but after her match on an inflatable island with a really blurry finish, Amaya found herself deeply ashamed with it.

But still, she bowed deeply and swallowed her dignity.
"Hai, Garuga-sama. I...will be there."
Alternatives were thin, really thin, and would probably be even worse than this. No honest man would marry and care for her, and she had learned nothing of any worth for a corporation to hire her, at least not with a chic diploma to prove it.

Some minutes later, Amya the Gothic Maiko was ready for her match when she stepped into her Geta shoes and noisly trotted down the floor to one of the bed wrestling areas in her black summer kimono, with a black and white paper-like umbrella over her head, her face hidden under a white mask which was carried around on a small stick.

She entered with a short sigh, twitching shortly while her theme music began to play and she was advertised on the screen for all to see while she nervously moved the umbrella on her shoulder with a drilling motion before discarding it in tandem with her kimono and the mask, revealing a white short bra and a white bottom, both covering her lower cheeks and breasts completely but not an inch more. But the most outstanding color on her was the tomato red on her cheeks while she subconsciously covered her sensible areas with her hands and arms.

*This is so embarrassing.*
Amaya was full in her fear of what was about to happen in the next minutes as her opponents music came to play with her ticks and tocks. She couldn't negotiate her way out of this, a bad performance or squash would surely throw her out of the league at this point, the people paid to see her do something before she was getting slaughtered by a true wrestler. She was pretty sure to be what persons in here called a *jobber* as her wrestling abilities were a devastating set of:
*crawl away fast
*whimper and moan
*scream loud
*wiggle while pinned
*run the ropes
*hang groggily in the ropes
*a deadly game over kick to the head out of nowhere then and when.

So finally the door went, Ina got in an the referee said something. Amaya snapped back into reality, looking with wide eyes at her opponent. A gaijin, but with Japanese manners at least.
"Konnichiwa, Ina-san."
she bowed deeply to the girl. A geisha commanded attention through her manners and non aggressive aura, but this little gesture alone painfully reminded her of the fact that she was not a Meiko anymore.
"Morimuri Amaya. I have the privilege and honor to be your, uhm, opponent tonight."
she let out a small sigh as she entered the bed, also on her knees. How much deeper could she sink from here? Any sense of the pride of being an honest woman had already left her when she was serving time in the prison, and now she was in dire need of the money offered here, so it would just be visible to everyone instead of just the people she cared about.

Her opponent was quickly catching up on her insecurity, but Amaya managed to slip a frail smile on her face.
"No need to worry, Ina-san. I will perform adequately."
not that she lived like a queen, quite the contrary, but the conditions in Tokyo were harsh up to now. She had used her last money earned from working in the prison kitchen to rent a tiny apartment and barely scrapped by eating from some catering tables in AFW. That was not forbidden, it was even written in the contract, but still she found it rather humiliating to not be able to put food on her own table.

As written in her instructions, she made some motions to show the crowd on the TV her *assets* by bending forward and lifting her rear in the air, wiggling a little bit to pretend she was stretching while burning with shame in the inside. But it bought her some time and maybe some points with the management.
"May I ask you a favor, Ina-sama? P...Please, if you can, don't hurt me too much."
she asked with a slightly quivering voice while stretching. She had gotten used to be a piece of coinage as far as possible, but getting humiliated and beaten in front of millions of people still stayed disastrous.
"I am low on the totem-pole of AFW so I get the minimum wages. And if I don't perform cause I lie in the hospital, I don't earn money. And without money..."
she couldn't even spill out the rest.

It was indeed a relief that her opponent seemed to be a reasonable person at last. With her first match being a real mess with a bloated finish and her senior road agent a real meanie, she could use a little dose of kindness.

"Oh, ok. That is a relief, you know. Of course I will fight as hard as I can, but there is a difference between a good, sporty confrontation and a desperate tumble against a crazy sexual maniac."
She replied with an unusually talkative voice as she seemed to have finally found someone worth talking to while she also ended her stretching exercises. At least something she could do right in a wrestling environment...
"And it's an honorific for a person you show respect to while -san is more akin to simply mister or madam. Sure, you can also use it as a honorific for an superior, but not only there."
Having said that, she finally sat up in a position that would enable her to enter a traditional lock up. At least that was what she had thought should happen at this point, but who knew for sure?

Amaya took a deep breath before she entered the lock up with the other girl. Funny that both of them had more strength in the lower parts of their bodies which they probably both could not use in this match.

Like her counterpart, Amaya was pretty sure that she would be overwhelmed rather quickly but pressed against her opponent at the best of her abilities with some yelps and cute grunts, which would lead to a surprising standstill at first and a surprised Amaya too.
"Eh...looks like...we're stuck...Ina-san..."
She gave in a silent voice after they had found a standstill of some sort. She did not want to confess that into a camera as it could be seen as a sign of her weakness or the two girls faking the match in a vain attempt to lock up.