Makoto Aihara was excited.
Tonight was her first match since she took her break from wrestling. It was also the debut of her new look.
Gone was the her white competition gi and blue workout shorts. That was the outfit of the Innocent tornado. A young storm that had long since past.
In it's place was a much more enticing outfit.
On top was a black gi that she tied even looser than her white one leaving it almost completely open revealing her pink lacy bra. The tips of the sleeves were a blood red and on the back of it was a floating dragon waiting to strike, with a second dragon on the front of the gi rising from her right hip to her left shoulder. Underneath she wore a pair of pink panties to match the bra for all to see. She also wore blue eye-shadow and pink lipstick. Her hair was tied up with a rust red ribbon into a kind of bun. She also added a pair of martial arts gloves to add to her look. The only thing that stayed the same was her judo black belt, and even then she purposely tied it on crooked. It was an outfit that no longer even whispered Innocent and made her feel something she hadn't felt before.
Sexy.
Oh she was bound to turn several heads. Though she ultimately hoped to catch one person's attention more than anyone else. She couldn't help but giggle lightly and put a fingertip to her pink lips as she thought of Aigle and her hopes for the Mongolian wrestler. Even if her friend tried to reject her she would just have to break her. Judo tended to be such a bitter road, and she could use a nice warm body on such a cold journey.
Though there was always the chance that her friend would reject her and win in a fight between the two of them and leaving her behind. That bitter thought stopped her giggles and darkened her mood. That would not do, but it was a possibility.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her changing room door and it opening to reveal a member of the wrestling staff. The man was about to talk when he took in her looks and just stared at her wide-eyed and slack jawed.
Makoto glared at the man. Though on the inside she was smirking. It looked like her new wardrobe was already a success. Her glared did the trick as well as the man shook himself out of his stupor. He quickly told her the message he carried then scurried off as she continue to glare at him.
It would seem her first match back would not be a singles match. It would appear that the people upstairs wanted Her and Aigle to team up again in a tag-team match. It was probably done in the hope to boost their popularity up again.
Well that would make talking to Aigle easier since she now had an excuse to seek her out. Though it also meant that if things didn't go in her favor then everything would fall apart. That was not to be allowed to happen.
She took a breath and left her dressing room in search of her partner.
Aigle was very determined.
Tonight would be her first true steps on her new path. Her first steps as a conqueror. As well as the first night in her new outfit.
Gone was the traditional wrestling garb of her people and instead she wore a modified blue Mongolian dress made of fine silk and gold embroidery. While the sleeves and upper part of the dress were mostly traditionally, she had the chest area modified to show off her chest. She also got rid of the majority of the skirt allowing just enough of it to give her some modesty while showing off her powerful legs. It was just a shame that she couldn't get rid of the sleeves without losing her regal bearing. Though she did add slits to the sides of the skirt to show off more of her thighs and hips.
See also wore the traditional boots and hat of her people. Her face was painted white with some eye-shadow and lipstick to give her a royal and regal appearance.
A conqueror had to use every weapon in her arsenal. In this case her beauty would be used on the crowd as well as her opponents, and if everything went as planned, they would be most effective against one woman in particular.
The smallest hint of a smile tugged at her lips at the thought of her partner and friend. Yes she was sure that her new look would have Makoto spellbound. Though even if the innocent tornado decided to reject her for her new choice in path she would merely have to bend the girl to her will. Then again Makoto was always like a wild horse and was bound to resist and not bend easily. If that was the case then Aigle would just have to treat her like a wild horse.
She would break her.
No other outcome was to be tolerated.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock and one of the wrestling staff walking in. The man stared at her and swallowed taking in her new look. Aigle put her hands on her hips and stared at the man blankly waiting for him to state his business and leave.
She didn't have to wait long.
Makoto was back from her break, and they were to team up tonight. Well that would make confronting her partner easier. Though she only had a few hours to bend or break her friend before their match.
She quickly left her room with quick steady strides. There was no time to dally.
Their woman had to go far before finding the other.
Even as they each took in the other from head to toe, neither said a word or even changed their blank expressions. However on the inside they both liked what they saw.
Makato was the first to react as she started walking closer. "Aigle-"
"I no longer Aigle. I now The Great Khan. Conqueror." the now named Khan interrupted suddenly. Her voice was a bit more gruff than before though the accent stayed.
"I see. Well then Khan," Makoto corrected with a nod getting a feel for the new name, "I wanted to say that the new outfit looks great on you." While her her face remained blank and her voice neutral, her eyes showed a kind of hunger in them. It wasn't missed.
"Thank you Makoto. Makoto looks very good as well." The Mongolian wrestler replied her eyes raking down the Japanese girl's body again. Slowly devouring each inch.
"Thank you Khan. Though I have also decided to change my name. I am now The Black Belt Demon."
This got a reaction. The conqueror slowly raised her head to met the gaze of the demon as a slight frown creased her lips and a hint of confusion invaded her voice. "You Fell?"
This got the slightest of smiles. "No I didn't fall." She then stepped in close letting a leg brush one of Khan's, bare flesh stroking bare flesh. "I jumped." He all but whispered. "Just like you chose to take a different path."
Khan nodded she suppressed a shiver. This new partner Makoto was definitely less innocent. A slight smile came to her painted lips.
"We team up tonight. There will be no problems?"
"None, in fact I look forward to it. They expect the great beautiful strong pair. But we have gone far beyond those fools. We are now a conqueror and a demon. We shall turn this league into our own private empire and shown them exactly what awaits all who oppose us." Demon said with great passion leaning close to Khan wanting very much to wrap her arms around the other girl but held back. She didn't want to assume too much.
Luckily Khan didn't have such hold ups.
Without a second thought Khan had slipped a hand into Demon's gi and around her waist pulling her in close and pressing their bodies together making the demon gasp in surprise and delight. Then the conqueror's other hand stroked a bare shoulder the neck before getting a soft grip on the back of the demon's head.
"I like Naughty Empire as our new name. Does Demon?" Said demon could only nod dumbly not expecting such forwardness, causing Khan to smile a bit wider. "Then we need to tell announcer."
Again the woman formerly called Makoto could only nod but instead of breaking away so they could tell the announcer, the strong arm wrapped around her waist got tighter. The hand on the back of her head pulled her forward.
"Later, right now Khan wants to see how Demon shows devotion to Emperor." With that strong hungry lips pressed against welcoming submissive ones. It wasn't deep or anything fancy. Just a strong chaste kiss on the lips. However it was enough to make the Judo practitioners knees to buckle. Especially when the kiss ended and the dominant lips pulled away so slowly.
Demon tried to keep contact as long as possible but that hand on the back of her head made it all she could do was whine and pant at the lack of contact. Her eyes pleasing. "My room is closest to the announcer's office. Take me there and I will devote my whole being and more to you, to your hearts content, my emperor." SHe offered reaching up and stroking that white painted face with her fingertips.
Khan nodded and released her partner's head. Then with a flick of her arm turned her around so she was pressed into the conqueror's side with an arm still around her waist. She then lead the way down the hall with her rival, friend, and very soon to be lover on her arm.
THe one once called Makoto honestly couldn't believe her luck, or the situation. She couldn't believe she had been so worried. She also couldn't help but wonder… was this how a concubine or a courtesan felt? To be at someone else's beck and call? To have someone else feel so jealously possessive of you? She pressed further into the strong muscled body holding her close. If it was then she should have done this months ago.
As it was they did eventually make it to eh announcer booth. However by the time they had finished showing devotion to each other they had just enough time to change their names and scrap their usual entrance. They had to use a generic song and entrance for that night, but that didn't matter.
They didn't need anything special or fancy. They had each other, and no matter what their entrance was their opponents would fall. As would the once after that. And after that. And after that. The only ones they would fall to were each other. Not that that was a bad thing. They were the naughty empire after all.