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Match 1 - Primol Corporation vs. MEI Fragrance & Beauty, Ltd.

Red Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

Blue Corner: Lan Zhao, “The Flowing Lotus”

Eight people.

There were eight people in this tournament, including herself. And of everyone she could have had for a first opponent, they decided to give her Masuyo Ai.

Lan had heard a few rumors surrounding Primol’s latest lapdog. Some poverty-stricken wretch out of Shibuya that had made some waves in her local MMA circuit, and now assumed she could handle the major leagues of AVALON. A cash grab, if Lan had ever seen one. The Chinese fighter could only imagine the kind of drivel this ‘Masuyo’ had spewed to the Primol heiress for them to offer a contract to someone like that.

She wasn’t pleased to find the girl even more underwhelming in person. Little flair, no panache. Save for the ensemble that Primol had clearly fitted for her. She had already made up her mind that this affront would not stand. Lan met the girl in the middle of the ring and entered her stance, staring the Demon down from the tip of her nose.

And promptly ate a hook to the jaw. “Wha-?”

Masuyo smiled at the solid feedback from her fist. She took advantage of the moment of confusion to step in and sweep her foot around the back of Lan’s shin, forcing her off her balance. The Chinese girl’s arms flailed as she felt herself falling backward. That tiny opening was all that the Demon of Shibuya needed to swing an overhand punch into the center of her face that sent MEI’s Lotus crashing into the canvas. The back of her head bounced off the ground, her eyes wide as her legs flew above her head, only to settle with the rest of her body against the canvas.

KO.

Match 2 - QUARTER FINALS - Hikari Group vs. Primol Corporation

Red Corner: Kaede Yamashita

Blue Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

After the bad taste that Lan had put in Masuyo’s mouth, she had actually been looking forward to the next opponent. One she was familiar with by reputation. Kaede Yamashita was a scion of traditional martial arts, but recently founded a kenpo dojo all far north in Hokkaido. She'd smashed a lot of tournaments and competitions with her pedigree, including a few in Shibuya.

Masuyo was all too excited to finally see her in person at the other side of a ring. The noble's aura was palpable, one of single-minded determination didn’t waver even as the match began.

Kaede's fists came at her with lightning speed and precision. Masuyo would swerve her head to dodge one only to find herself in the path of another. She evaded the scion's flurry the strikes back and forth for a solid minute before she glimpsed a small opening.

Masuyo lunged forward to throw a punch, only for two fingers from her opponent to suddenly flash in front of her eyes. She shut her eyelids instantly and stepped back, pulling her guard high on reflex. Kaede had successfully drawn her in, but went about her work with cold precision as she fired a fresh barrage of punches into Masuyo's abdomen. As Masuyo gasped and recoiled, Kaede twisted her body sideways and threw her weight into a signature double punch into her stomach and face.

Masuyo grunted and stumbled backward with one hand covering her face. Suddenly, however, Mausyo's hand came up and grabbed her wrist an inch before it connected with her face. Past the knuckles of her fist, Kaede could just glimpse the waiting smile of her adversary.

"Got ya!" Masuyo cranked her hand to one direction and twisted the scion’s wrist. Kaede’s whole body responded like a puppet on strings, wincing as she was suddenly forced down to one knee as the Demon manipulated her. Masuyo thrust her knee sharply into Kaede’s chest, expelling the air from her lungs. The Shibuya fighter didn’t stop there, sending three more into her chest before Kaede finally fell to her back.

The kenpo fighter rolled across her shoulders the instant her back hit the floor and popped back up to two feet. Her hands came up as she quickly assumed her guard, only a step too late. A hard kick smashed into the side of Kaede’s head, stunning the beautiful martial artist girl on two wobbly legs. Masuyo wasted no time in tackling her to the floor and engaging in some swift ground-and-pound, throwing one hammerfist after another until the official came between them.

Match 3 - GRAND FINAL - Primol Corporation vs. Javelin Wrestling Federation

Red Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

Blue Corner: Michael “Dynamite” King

The special events arena was buzzing with anticipation now. The renowned American pro-wrestling ace, Michael King, stood tall and confident in his corner, one fist raised high in the air as he captured the applause lauded his way. His unbeatable endurance and flawless technique had him lauded from the outset as the man to beat in this competition. At the opposite corner, Masuyo rolled her shoulders with her trademark smile.

The final match began and Michael wasted no time in rushing the Japanese woman, kicking his foot out with a Big Boot aimed for her face. Masuyo sidestepped and threw an uppercut toward his jaw that met with a crisp clack of his bone that made some

A clean hit. One that had all of the effect of a mosquito bite on the wrestler as he looked down at Masuyo. "That tickled, sweetheart."

Michael clasped his hands together and raised them high over his head. Masuyo gasped and leaped back just in time to avoid the Axe Handle that would have buried her. The Shibuya striker opted to keep her distance with long-range punches and kicks. The American simply blocked from behind closed arms. The few strikes that managed to get through didn't seem to affect him at all. Masuyo's face betrayed her confusion, something that wasn't lost on her opponent who smiled back at her.

She threw two more strikes into his chest and a kick to his thigh, but it was like striking concrete. Her eyes scanned his body for openings, only finding his grin looking down at her as he threw an uppercut into her stomach that she barely blocked. Her feet left the floor as she skidded back across the canvas and felt her back hit the ropes, inadvertently launching her back toward a waiting lariat that smashed into her face. She flipped backward from the force and fell face first to the floor.

Michael raised his boot and went to stomp her into the floor, only for the Japanese fighter to roll out of the way. As she rose to one knee, the American reached out to grab her. However, Masuyo’s hand shot forward first and interlocked fingers with his. She suddenly twisted his wrist to force him to buckle…and was shocked to see it had no effect on him. Masuyo twisted again, but the only response he got from him was a taunting chuckle as the realization dawned on her.

"He's double-jointed too?" She thought.

Suddenly, Michael whipped behind her and grabbed her waist. The Dynamite man lifted her overhead and slammed her into the floor with a picture perfect German suplex that nearly knocked the wind out of her. She threw her legs overhead and rolled away as soon as her back hit the ground, but it wasn't without damage. The superstar wrestler laughed and took his moment to raise his fists and play to the crowd. Her eyes studied her muscled adversary, breathing heavily as she weighed her options.

Every hit that Masuyo landed seemed to make him even more energized. He moved awfully fast for a mountain of muscle and she knew that even one grab would be a fatal mistake. That was the shared understanding of the battlefield right now. One she could use.

Masuyo backed off and made some distance. Taking that as a sign of weakness, Micahel sprinted straight for her with the intent of bulldozing her straight to the floor. At the last moment, the Demon evaded him and shot a kick into the back of his knee, causing him to stumble toward the ropes. The pro-wrestler quickly spun on his heel and let his back hit the ropes, flying back toward Masuyo.

To his surprise, the Japanese fighter stood firmly before him. He felt her firm grasp on his wrist and the small touch of her foot against his boot. That gentle press suddenly kicked his foot away as he was thrown high into the air. Masuyo's arm tethered him and guided his arc clear above her head. His eyes were wide with surprise as he looked out a world suddenly flipped upside-down as he careened through the air. His eyes peered down to catch briefest glance at his female adversary, who offered him a wide smile.

At the zenith of his arc, and with one mighty pull, Masuyo brought the mighty wrestler crashing headfirst into the Earth. The canvas rippled and the ring shook all at once. The bang of his muscular weight resounded throughout the arena, and in its wake fell a calming silence.

“Soaring Crane, Peerless Views.” She released her opponent's hand as it fell lifelessly to the floor. The rest of the Dynamite wrestler's body fell to the ground after him. Flat on his back, his eyes has gone empty save for the reflection of the beaming lights overhead. Masuyo regarded him with a flick of her nose and a hand on her hip.

“The more weight you choose to throw around, the better I can control you. In other words, I was a bad opponent for you.” She chuckled, giving him a thumbs up and flashing her trademark grin as the medical team entere the ring. The explosion of cheers and jeers that made their way to the ring only feeding her hunger for the next fight. "Maybe next time!"

GRAND FINALS WINNER: MASUYO AI

RESULT: 80,000,000 YEN towards Primol Industries. Masuyo Ai advances to A-Rank.

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Masuyo is owned by me.

Art by the incredible ThuArts !

Description

Match 1 - Primol Corporation vs. MEI Fragrance & Beauty, Ltd.

Red Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

Blue Corner: Lan Zhao, “The Flowing Lotus”

Eight people.

There were eight people in this tournament, including herself. And of everyone she could have had for a first opponent, they decided to give her Masuyo Ai.

Lan had heard a few rumors surrounding Primol’s latest lapdog. Some poverty-stricken wretch out of Shibuya that had made some waves in her local MMA circuit, and now assumed she could handle the major leagues of AVALON. A cash grab, if Lan had ever seen one. The Chinese fighter could only imagine the kind of drivel this ‘Masuyo’ had spewed to the Primol heiress for them to offer a contract to someone like that.

She wasn’t pleased to find the girl even more underwhelming in person. Little flair, no panache. Save for the ensemble that Primol had clearly fitted for her. She had already made up her mind that this affront would not stand. Lan met the girl in the middle of the ring and entered her stance, staring the Demon down from the tip of her nose.

And promptly ate a hook to the jaw. “Wha-?”

Masuyo smiled at the solid feedback from her fist. She took advantage of the moment of confusion to step in and sweep her foot around the back of Lan’s shin, forcing her off her balance. The Chinese girl’s arms flailed as she felt herself falling backward. That tiny opening was all that the Demon of Shibuya needed to swing an overhand punch into the center of her face that sent MEI’s Lotus crashing into the canvas. The back of her head bounced off the ground, her eyes wide as her legs flew above her head, only to settle with the rest of her body against the canvas.

KO.

Match 2 - QUARTER FINALS - Hikari Group vs. Primol Corporation

Red Corner: Kaede Yamashita

Blue Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

After the bad taste that Lan had put in Masuyo’s mouth, she had actually been looking forward to the next opponent. One she was familiar with by reputation. Kaede Yamashita was a scion of traditional martial arts, but recently founded a kenpo dojo all far north in Hokkaido. She'd smashed a lot of tournaments and competitions with her pedigree, including a few in Shibuya.

Masuyo was all too excited to finally see her in person at the other side of a ring. The noble's aura was palpable, one of single-minded determination didn’t waver even as the match began.

Kaede's fists came at her with lightning speed and precision. Masuyo would swerve her head to dodge one only to find herself in the path of another. She evaded the scion's flurry the strikes back and forth for a solid minute before she glimpsed a small opening.

Masuyo lunged forward to throw a punch, only for two fingers from her opponent to suddenly flash in front of her eyes. She shut her eyelids instantly and stepped back, pulling her guard high on reflex. Kaede had successfully drawn her in, but went about her work with cold precision as she fired a fresh barrage of punches into Masuyo's abdomen. As Masuyo gasped and recoiled, Kaede twisted her body sideways and threw her weight into a signature double punch into her stomach and face.

Masuyo grunted and stumbled backward with one hand covering her face. Suddenly, however, Mausyo's hand came up and grabbed her wrist an inch before it connected with her face. Past the knuckles of her fist, Kaede could just glimpse the waiting smile of her adversary.

"Got ya!" Masuyo cranked her hand to one direction and twisted the scion’s wrist. Kaede’s whole body responded like a puppet on strings, wincing as she was suddenly forced down to one knee as the Demon manipulated her. Masuyo thrust her knee sharply into Kaede’s chest, expelling the air from her lungs. The Shibuya fighter didn’t stop there, sending three more into her chest before Kaede finally fell to her back.

The kenpo fighter rolled across her shoulders the instant her back hit the floor and popped back up to two feet. Her hands came up as she quickly assumed her guard, only a step too late. A hard kick smashed into the side of Kaede’s head, stunning the beautiful martial artist girl on two wobbly legs. Masuyo wasted no time in tackling her to the floor and engaging in some swift ground-and-pound, throwing one hammerfist after another until the official came between them.

Match 3 - GRAND FINAL - Primol Corporation vs. Javelin Wrestling Federation

Red Corner: Masuyo Ai, “The Demon of Shibuya”

Blue Corner: Michael “Dynamite” King

The special events arena was buzzing with anticipation now. The renowned American pro-wrestling ace, Michael King, stood tall and confident in his corner, one fist raised high in the air as he captured the applause lauded his way. His unbeatable endurance and flawless technique had him lauded from the outset as the man to beat in this competition. At the opposite corner, Masuyo rolled her shoulders with her trademark smile.

The final match began and Michael wasted no time in rushing the Japanese woman, kicking his foot out with a Big Boot aimed for her face. Masuyo sidestepped and threw an uppercut toward his jaw that met with a crisp clack of his bone that made some

A clean hit. One that had all of the effect of a mosquito bite on the wrestler as he looked down at Masuyo. "That tickled, sweetheart."

Michael clasped his hands together and raised them high over his head. Masuyo gasped and leaped back just in time to avoid the Axe Handle that would have buried her. The Shibuya striker opted to keep her distance with long-range punches and kicks. The American simply blocked from behind closed arms. The few strikes that managed to get through didn't seem to affect him at all. Masuyo's face betrayed her confusion, something that wasn't lost on her opponent who smiled back at her.

She threw two more strikes into his chest and a kick to his thigh, but it was like striking concrete. Her eyes scanned his body for openings, only finding his grin looking down at her as he threw an uppercut into her stomach that she barely blocked. Her feet left the floor as she skidded back across the canvas and felt her back hit the ropes, inadvertently launching her back toward a waiting lariat that smashed into her face. She flipped backward from the force and fell face first to the floor.

Michael raised his boot and went to stomp her into the floor, only for the Japanese fighter to roll out of the way. As she rose to one knee, the American reached out to grab her. However, Masuyo’s hand shot forward first and interlocked fingers with his. She suddenly twisted his wrist to force him to buckle…and was shocked to see it had no effect on him. Masuyo twisted again, but the only response he got from him was a taunting chuckle as the realization dawned on her.

"He's double-jointed too?" She thought.

Suddenly, Michael whipped behind her and grabbed her waist. The Dynamite man lifted her overhead and slammed her into the floor with a picture perfect German suplex that nearly knocked the wind out of her. She threw her legs overhead and rolled away as soon as her back hit the ground, but it wasn't without damage. The superstar wrestler laughed and took his moment to raise his fists and play to the crowd. Her eyes studied her muscled adversary, breathing heavily as she weighed her options.

Every hit that Masuyo landed seemed to make him even more energized. He moved awfully fast for a mountain of muscle and she knew that even one grab would be a fatal mistake. That was the shared understanding of the battlefield right now. One she could use.

Masuyo backed off and made some distance. Taking that as a sign of weakness, Micahel sprinted straight for her with the intent of bulldozing her straight to the floor. At the last moment, the Demon evaded him and shot a kick into the back of his knee, causing him to stumble toward the ropes. The pro-wrestler quickly spun on his heel and let his back hit the ropes, flying back toward Masuyo.

To his surprise, the Japanese fighter stood firmly before him. He felt her firm grasp on his wrist and the small touch of her foot against his boot. That gentle press suddenly kicked his foot away as he was thrown high into the air. Masuyo's arm tethered him and guided his arc clear above her head. His eyes were wide with surprise as he looked out a world suddenly flipped upside-down as he careened through the air. His eyes peered down to catch briefest glance at his female adversary, who offered him a wide smile.

At the zenith of his arc, and with one mighty pull, Masuyo brought the mighty wrestler crashing headfirst into the Earth. The canvas rippled and the ring shook all at once. The bang of his muscular weight resounded throughout the arena, and in its wake fell a calming silence.

“Soaring Crane, Peerless Views.” She released her opponent's hand as it fell lifelessly to the floor. The rest of the Dynamite wrestler's body fell to the ground after him. Flat on his back, his eyes has gone empty save for the reflection of the beaming lights overhead. Masuyo regarded him with a flick of her nose and a hand on her hip.

“The more weight you choose to throw around, the better I can control you. In other words, I was a bad opponent for you.” She chuckled, giving him a thumbs up and flashing her trademark grin as the medical team entere the ring. The explosion of cheers and jeers that made their way to the ring only feeding her hunger for the next fight. "Maybe next time!"

GRAND FINALS WINNER: MASUYO AI

RESULT: 80,000,000 YEN towards Primol Industries. Masuyo Ai advances to A-Rank.

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Masuyo is owned by me.

Art by the incredible ThuArts !