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Dutch Courage

By Wolfboy

A look back at an early match for the Japanese fighter Suki Yammamoto

On the list of potential opponents for Emma was Suki Yammamoto, the mother of the lightweight champion, Yuki. She’d floated the idea of a challenge to Emma before her daughter had wrested the lightweight belt from Claire. Now she had contacted us again to say she would be back in the UK within a few weeks, making the bout look increasingly possible. Emma was up for the challenge, although it was likely following her loss to Sara that I might look to get her another match first as she worked hard to get herself back into her best fighting shape. With that in mind, I’d taken a look through Suki’s fighting resume to learn more about her style, and one match that had really caught my attention was an early match in her career, against Dutch woman Sonja Van Den Brook. Interesting to me because Sonja was the woman Suki was hoping to fight, after she had taken Emma on, in a rematch of this early fight. Suki was one of those fighters that openly posted videos of her matches, so it wasn’t hard at all to track down the footage of the Tokyo nightclub fight between the two.

Early in Suki’s fighting career, this match was, it turned out to be held on the small stage of a Japanese nightclub which was usually the domain of the club’s dancers. As a result of that, the area, now covered in wrestling mats unusually featured a metal pole running floor to ceiling in the centre of the mats. It was padded of course, but looked likely to add an interesting element to a match between relative novices. At 20 years old, Suki would be having just her third match, having won the previous two to mark her card as perhaps a rising star on the Japanese underground scene. Her opponent, Sonja, was just 19 years old and would be in her second match. A Dutch student on a gap year, Sonja’s previous match had taken place in her home town in a night club oil pit. She’d been victorious, but the suggestion was that win was in a pretty light hearted match; Suki appeared confident then as she made her way to the raised stage, surrounded by tables of businessmen, sure that oil wrestling was no preparation for the tougher crucible of Japanese nightclub wrestling. Climbing the three steps to the stage wearing a white one piece with the word ‘NIPPON’ emblazoned in red across her ass, Suki was greeted by polite applause as she headed to her corner of the mats.

The lukewarm reception was no big surprise to Suki. She knew that for whatever reason, the crowds in these Japanese night clubs would always favour a visiting wrestler over a local girl as the far more enthusiastic reception for the Dutch girl showed. Suki didn’t care, she would deal with Sonja once the action got underway. The flame haired Dutch teen made her way through the crowd, wearing an orange swimsuit with black piping at the edges of it, the colour favoured by so many Dutch athletes. Suki admitted to herself it was a pretty colour, one that she would relish adding to her collection after she had beaten the Dutch girl. Now, Sonja made her way up the steps onto the platform, pausing for a moment to eye the pole at the centre with some interest. Moving to her corner, Sonja looked out at the crowd a little nervously, wondering how they would like her style. She needed the money though, now was no time to second guess herself; her gap year fund had finally been exhausted here in Tokyo. This one match would give her the funds to finish her trip, and in some style if she was to win well.

An announcer took to the centre of the platform now, addressing the crowd to tell them that this was a ‘one fall Japanese wrestling match to won by submission.’ The lack of mentioned rules suggested that the route to that submission was very much at the discretion of the two wrestlers as the announcer now moved on to introducing them. ‘From Japan’ he said, pointing to the white clad Suki in her corner ‘at 5 feet 6 inches and 128lbs, measuring 34C-24-35 with 2 wins, Suki Yammamoto! And’ he quickly continued ‘from the Netherlands, at 5 feet 8 inches, 132lbs and measuring 36D-23-35, with one win, Sonja Van Den Brook!’ The announcer finished, quickly exiting the stage to be replaced there by a referee who signalled for the bell, both ladies moving from their corners to start circling each other. Sonja subconsciously adjusted a minor wedgie from her suit which was possibly half a size too small for her as Suki started to yell at her in Japanese. ‘I don’t understand you’ Sonja smiled at the jet haired Japanese fighter before she tried to slap her face. Suki reacted quickly, swaying to the side and catching the arm to ride her down to the mat and into an arm bar right at the start of the fight. ‘I said’ Suki whispered now in Sonja’s ear in perfect English, knowing that the Dutch girl understood that perfectly well, ‘that I’m going to teach you a lesson in wrestling!’

Suki looked good to do just that in these opening moments, now having Sonja’s right arm out flat on the mat, grinding her elbow into the shoulder joint as Sonja cried out in some early pain. Then Suki went to the hair, bringing Sonja to her feet and almost immediately sent her back to the mat with a flying hair mare. Sonja groaned as she landed hard, already seeming to be in some trouble in the opening moments as Suki was all business, pulling her back to her feet and leaning her up against that central pole. There, she delivered a stinging chop across the Dutch girl’s breasts making her groan with pain before she stunned her with a slap to the face and used the hair again to throw her back to the mat. Down there, Suki got the flame haired fighter in a spinning toe hold, and as Sonja floundered a little down on the mat, it looked early on like there might be a gulf in ability between the two ladies perhaps.

At this stage, also telling to me was the way Suki was sticking more to pure wrestling. Hard hitting, highly effective wrestling, but there was no hint of the sex fighting that was a liberal part of the Asian ass-kicker’s currently style. No, instead she kept the pressure up on Sonja early on, sticking with the spinning toe hold, occasionally breaking the hold to plant a knee in the flame haired Dutch teen’s hamstring, before reapplying the hold. Pretty effective stuff, Sonja crying out in pain as Suki worked her with some glee, telling her ‘you can’t just waltz in here and beat me. I’m a proper wrestler, bitch. Not some tart who rolls around in oil.’ As she did so though, Suki leaned in a little too close to lecture Sonja, her long jet-black hair falling into the grasp of the Dutch fighter who was delighted to have a hold in the match suddenly. She used the hair to pull Suki over her to the mat, and was able to flail out a barefoot to get the Japanese woman in the side, drawing a groan from her as she couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to get caught. Sonja was looking to capitalise; her work perhaps lacking some of the style and polish of her Japanese opponent, but it was no less effective for it as she allowed Suki to just make it to all fours before dropping to her knees and clobbering her with her a forearm across the shoulders. Suki dropped flat to the mat on her front, and Sonja now went to the hair, forcing Suki to all fours and getting her to crawl after her towards the centre of the stage.

She had Suki near to the post that stood there, rigidly anchored to floor and ceiling. Going one side of the post, she helped Suki who was on the other side of it to her feet; then, grabbing both arms and planting her foot on the post, Sonja pulled, sending her Japanese rival shoulder first to the well-padded post. Instinct had seen Suki shift her head to the side to avoid an even more dangerous collision, but she still spun to the mat in some pain, clutching her left shoulder. The crowd applauded that move from the Dutch girl with some enthusiasm, pleased to see that she was using the environment to her full advantage. Her next move showed a potential hard-hitting style, perhaps one more of a brawler than a wrestler, pulling Suki almost to her feet and delivering a headbutt to that left shoulder to drop Suki to her knees. The Dutch girl had a fairly rudimentary style it appeared at this point in the fight, but it continued to be effective as she used the hair to ease Suki to her feet and threw her across the raised stage by it. Suki came to rest pretty close to the edge of the stage now, which wasn’t raised particularly high. Still, there was a two-foot drop to the carpeted floor of the nightclub; a fall that Sonja made sure Suki took with a well placed push of the foot on the Japanese woman’s hip.

Suki groaned as the went to the floor with something of a thud and Sonja followed her down to the floor, quickly grabbing her by the hair as she set Suki across the laps of two audience members close to the stage. Hitching the back of Suki’s suit into something of a wedgie so that the two ‘Ps’ of NIPPON were devoured by her ass, Sonja spanked her hard, twice, as she still lay across those audience members. Suki flushed with shame at the way this gaijin bitch was treating her, but she had no time to react as Sonja grabbed her again and rolled her back onto the platform. Suki was burning with the humiliation of getting spanked across the lap of the audience, but she converted that anger back to action when Sonja went to take her hair again, surprising the flame haired fighter with a right hand to the stomach. Sonja was stopped dead, a sitting duck for Suki with an upward thrust to the throat that put the Dutch teenager on to her butt on the mat, looking a little surprised at Suki’s quick reaction. Again, Suki let fly at her with an angry stream of Japanese before forcing Sonja to her knees and lashing a stinging chop across her D cup breasts that drew a shriek of pain from her. Suki wasn’t for giving Sonja a moment now, but she was still all wrestler in there, bringing Sonja up to her feet with the assistance of her flame red hair before delivering a hip throw to send her crashing to the mat. Now, Suki waited, patiently stalking Sonja until she reached her knees again. From that point, Suki showed her great wrestling ability along with impressive agility to catch the kneeling redhead in a flying head scissors, planting the Dutch girl face first to the mat.

Sonja groaned, clutching her face where it had been driven to the mat, troubled by the impact as Suki elected to address her in English again now, telling her ‘you can’t wrestle with me bimbo!’ before a barefooted stomp to the back had Sonja groaning loudly in pain. It seemed to me watching that Suki’s claim was very true; there was no way Sonja could afford to make this a wrestling match with Suki, that was clearly the Japanese woman’s game. For now, that was where the fight stayed though with Suki bringing Sonja to her feet in a tight side headlock before immediately flipping her to the mat so she could ride her weight across her while grinding the headlock in deep. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Sonja bemoaned, trying to counter Suki by grabbing her from beneath in a bear hug of sorts, but it was a hold that lacked the power to hurt Suki. ‘Is that it?’ the Japanese mocked, ‘you’re just going to lie there and cuddle me bitch?’ she questioned, receiving no reply from Sonja who squirmed beneath her. ‘I ask you a question!’ Suki admonished now, delivering a slap to Sonja’s right breast, forcing a squeal from the Dutch girl who told her through gritted teeth ‘I’ll get you!’

Suki simply chuckled as she tightened the headlock, starting to force Sonja’s face into her breasts as she did so to try and smother the Dutch girl. Then she shrieked in shock and surprise ‘YOU BIT ME!!’ as Sonja found the quickest way to get free of the clutches of the Japanese fighter. Again, Suki complained, ‘you bit me!’, rubbing at her right breast as Sonja, making her way up to her feet just laughed at the indignant jet haired fighter. Suki quickly wiped that smile off her face though, exploding into action to catch Sonja with a picture-perfect drop-kick, feet catching her breasts as she knocked her to the very edge of the platform. Remembering her earlier trip to the floor at the feet of Sonja, an evil glint came into Suki’s eyes and she set off to knock Sonja to that carpeted floor with a baseball slide drop-kick. Now it was the Dutch woman who landed heavily there, groaning loudly as Suki followed her to the floor to continue her attack, leading Sonja to a table, on all fours before forcing her to her feet and bending her over the table. She also forced the back of Sonja’s suit into a wedgie; further into one in fact, considering it was already naturally riding up between her butt cheeks anyway. Then she licked the palm of her hand and cracked three fast, hard, smacks across the Dutch teen’s ass before using hair and the back of her suit to roll her back onto the platform.

It was all going the way of the Japanese wrestler now as she waited for Sonja to come back to her feet before sliding a hand between her legs to lift her. She spun Sonja around twice in her arms before she deposited her hard to the mat in a big body slam. Immediately, Suki followed Sonja down to deliver a clubbing double fisted blow to the stomach; Sonja sat up a little, involuntarily, from that blow and Suki immediately lashed a chop across her big breasts to put her on her back again straight away. It seemed that the fight was well under Suki’s control now as she got to her feet, waiting patiently for Sonja to stir. As she got to her knees, Suki came for her, looking to repeat her earlier flying head scissors so that she could plant Sonja face first to the mat again. Sonja may not have been a skilled wrestler, but she was tough and a quick learner too it seemed; as Suki went for the move, Sonja fell flat to the mat, and the Japanese wrestler went flying over her, landing awkwardly on the mat.

Now, with both young ladies down on the mat, it seemed it may be a question of who would be able to regain their feet and take the initiative first. Sonja was struggling to all fours, and despite her seemingly heavier landing, it was Suki who took that chance, getting behind the Dutch teenager to trap her in her favoured submission hold, the full nelson, as she rose. Hands clasped tightly behind Sonja’s head, through her flame red hair, Suki pressed her body tightly against Sonja from behind, crimping her neck painfully. Sonja cried out, seemingly trapped by the technical expertise of the Japanese woman now, but Suki’s body betrayed a secret at this point, her nipples stiffening as they pressed against Sonja’s back, the close contact and action evidently arousing her. Sonja knew she could act on that if she could get free of the painful predicament, and she did so with the most basic of methods. Stamping her foot down on to the top of Suki’s for surprise factor first, then Sonja thrust her butt back into Suki’s stomach, driving the air out of her a little as it broke the hold. Sonja may have lacked the polish and technique of Suki, untrained as she was, but she was an instinctive fighter, and right now, that instinct was screaming at her to attack! Grabbing Suki’s right arm, she did that very effectively too, using a posting into that centre pole to put the hurt on the Japanese wrestler. It was a hard impact, sending a shock wave through Suki’s body and she staggered away from the post only for Sonja to grab her jet-black hair and use it to yank her roughly to the mat. Sonja dropped on to Suki immediately; not really a splash delivered with style, just a heavy landing on top of the Japanese wrestler who was on her belly on the mat.

A handful of hair allowed Sonja to slam Suki’s face into the mats, a blow that stunned her despite the relatively soft mats and in that instant, Suki felt the flush of embarrassment once again as the Dutch redhead eased the shoulder straps of her suit down over her arms. It effectively just trapped them slightly against Suki’s side as Sonja went back to the hair, leading her towards that centre pole once more. Now Sonja showed that what she lacked in technique, she maybe compensated for in her clever use of the environment, using those shoulder straps to her benefit. She eased them right down now, but then used them to tie Suki tightly to the pole. Suddenly a look of concern crossed Suki’s face; she was trapped at the behest of this flame haired fighter. Quickly now, Sonja lit her up with a body punch to each side of the rib cage, drawing a groan from Suki as she found out the Dutch teen hit hard. Then Sonja showed a different side to her style, forcing Suki upright with a rough handful of her black hair, pulling her head harshly to the side before pressing her body tightly into Suki’s and lip locking her. Suki gasped, never having experienced such aggressive, passionate, kissing as this young Dutch woman delivered. She marvelled at it, lost in the moment now as she tried to kiss Sonja back. A knee to the body cut her off cruelly, but it was evident that Sonja knew at that moment Suki could evidently not cope with her sexual tactics, whining with pleasure as she groped her bare breasts now.

Interesting, I noted watching the video. The Suki I knew from her matches with the Welsh family, from her coaching of Yuki, wasn’t recognisable here. Was it possible then that it was this Dutch fighter that had first switched her on to the idea of using sex fighting tactics in her catfights? However she’d arrived at her style now, I knew Emma would have to be prepared for it, because despite her size and strength advantages, it had the potential to trouble her. Just as, on screen, I could see Sonja was now starting to chip away at Suki’s previously confident veneer with the same tactics. A hand running down Suki’s body against the pole, slowly, sensually, slipping inside what remained in place of her swimsuit. ‘Mmmmmmm’ Suki groaned weakly, seeming to be completely lost in the light of this new tactic from Sonja who leaned in to just brush her lips against Suki’s now, immediately breaking away as the Japanese woman tried to respond. ‘Mmmmmmm’ Sonja cooed in reply now, ‘feels good doesn’t it?’ she teased as she started to slowly finger fuck the jet haired wrestler. ‘All that fancy wrestling and you’re just a little whore it turns out!’ Sonja mocked her now, breaking off from the finger fucking to tweak both of Suki’s nipples in a double nipple twist. ‘Noooo!’ Suki shrieked, horrified at her treatment here, and her inability to fight back; ‘yesssss!’ Sonja replied, twisting those nipples once more as she did so. Suki was practically squirming in indignant arousal there against the pole at the centre of the stage. She knew she had to fight back and she tried with a punch to Sonja’s body that landed, but it lacked snap, didn’t show her power of before, and Sonja shrugged it off, ploughing a right hand of her own deep into Suki’s belly. Suki groaned as she felt the knuckles sink into her body, and Sonja wore the look of a young woman who knew she had her opponent right where she wanted her now.

Again, she showed an ability to use the environment to her advantage now, first untying the back of Suki’s suit, allowing the almost spent Japanese wrestler to slide down the pole, her back against it. Sonja circled round now, getting behind Suki with the pole between here and the Japanese wrestler; there she showed impressive upper body strength, using the pole to support herself as she trapped Suki in a head scissors around the pole. ‘Aiiieeeee!’ Suki howled as the hard pole was pressed in tight against the back of her head while the redhead’s legs squeezed her tightly. ‘Give up!’ Sonja yelled at the Japanese wrestler who faltered for a moment in reply as she told her ‘I……no, no!’, her hand wavering as if she was ready to tap out for a moment. ‘I’ll make you cum if you don’t bitch’ Sonja told Suki as she started to lose her grip on the pole now, sliding down as she released the scissor hold. Suki never got to reply to that threat through as Sonja kicked her in the back, pitching her forward to lie face down on the mat. There was a glint in Sonja’s eyes as she crawled sexily around the pole before relieving Suki completely of her white swimsuit now. The crowd stirred with excitement at seeing the lithe Japanese wrestler fully exposed to them now, a rare event in these nightclub matches. As Sonja rolled the Japanese girl to her back now, they got the briefest glimpse of her neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair.

A desultory slap to the Japanese wrestler’s ass drew a little shriek of indignation from Suki. She was getting woman handled by the redhead now who pawed her body hungrily as she pulled Suki to her feet. She had quite the ending planned for Suki too, showing that impressive power to lift Suki into an inverted bear hug, the jet haired fighter facing away from her as she groaned with pain. Fearing that she might get dropped on her head, Suki planted both hands on the mat to support herself, then she immediately moaned ‘Ooohhh!’ as Sonja dipped her head forward and started to eat the surprised Japanese fighter’s pussy. It was an intoxicating combination for Suki, the blood rushing to her head as Sonja continued to squeeze her, while at the same time the Dutch teen showed an experience beyond her years to send sensual shock waves through Suki’s body with each flick of her tongue. ‘Aiiieeeee……ooohhhhh!’ Suki groaned, knowing she’d never been treated like this before, not on the mats, not by another woman. That thought threatened to overwhelm her right there, forcing her to bite her own lip to try and hold it off; Sonja continued to work away though, her expert touch undeniable for much longer surely, no matter what Suki did. ‘Aiiieeeee! OOOOHHHHH!’ Suki moaned loudly. She was close, begging Sonja ‘PLEEEAASSE NOOOO!’ but the Dutch girl wasn’t listening to her please with a sympathetic ear, telling her to ‘submit or shut up!’

‘OOOOHHHHH……MMMMFFFF……OOOOHHHHHH!’ Suki positively howled now, aroused beyond the point of no return by Sonja now. A last desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable orgasm, Suki blurted out loudly ‘I SUBMIT! AIIIEEEE! I SUBMIT!!’

‘Sure’ Sonja told her now ‘but you’re getting finished off anyway’ the Dutch girl said as she continued to eat the Japanese wrestler out with enthusiasm as the crowd applauded her loudly now for her efforts. ‘OOOOHHHHH……YOU……AIIIEEEE…...NO……I…. PLEEEAASSE!’ Suki whined before finally, she came spectacularly as Sonja’s tongue continued to work on her with expertise, drawing a squirting, screaming, orgasm from her. In truth, Sonja’s face bore the brunt of that, but she didn’t mind that at all, as she grabbed Suki’s white swimsuit from the mat. Using that garment to wipe Suki’s cum from her face, she eyed a gentleman in the front row of the VIP section who was quite evidently enjoying the action even more than the rest of the audience. Walking Suki towards him on all fours by the hair while she carried her white swimsuit in the other hand, Sonja remembered the one piece of advice given to her before she took to the stage to fight. ‘If a VIP looks excited, play to them’ another wrestler had advised back stage, ‘because some of them can be quite generous.’

She intended to find out just how generous as she forced Suki off the stage, still cowed by the redhead’s fierce hair pulling now. Summoning her memory from an afternoon of culture during this leg of her gap year trip, Sonja summoned her best, gracious geisha girl bow to greet the gentleman in question before handing him Suki’s suit. A big smile crossed his face then as Sonja asked if she could ‘borrow his knee?’ His reply was a short bow, but he presented his right knee, and immediately Sonja bent Suki across his knee, before she delivered ten hard spanks to her naked ass. Then without a further word, she looked the gentleman in the eyes, bowed demurely once more, and left Suki there, naked and humiliated across his knee as she headed to the back stage area.

So, I found myself thinking; Suki might be a dominant wrestler now, comfortable in using sex fighting as a means of breaking an opponent down. But it evidently wasn’t always that way. Here she had been the one controlled that way by Sonja, and I could see that she would be desperate to put the record straight in their long-delayed rematch. Did she see Emma with her auburn hair as a suitable warm up for the flame haired Sonja I wondered? When she returned to the UK, I fancied we would get to find out the answer to that question in the ring.