Total Domination! Submission Only Match! Siki vs Kikiyo (Debut)

Siki would tighten the sleeper as she fisted Kikiyo every second, looking down at the girl's red face, feeling her saliva getting all over her arm. Siki could only smile back sadistically at Kikiyo as she choked and writhed in pain. "This can all stop cutie, just say the magic words," Siki cooed, "If you can!" Siki would suddenly fist her at an intense speed and choke Kikiyo with the sleeper with all her strength.

This had become too much. Perhaps Kikiyo had misinterpreted her vision, or perhaps she arrived at the foretold moment, but failed to capitalize on it. Whatever the case, putting on a show like this, being brutally fucked in front of everyone… it surely wasn't going to be the promotion her business needed. It was time to throw in the towel and give it a shot on another day.

That, is, if her opponent, and her own body, would allow it. Right now she was too overwhelmed to so much as speak, while she squealed and moaned quieter with every breath and her body steadily drained of all fluids. Sweat poured from her body, tears streamed down her face like a waterfall, and… well, Siki's fist was getting its work done. Because of this physical overstimulation, she couldn't submit, she couldn't tap, hell, she could hardly breathe. She just had to wait until Siki was done with her new toy, it seemed.

Siki was having the time of her life as she fisted and choked Kikiyo, a blissful yet sadistic smile on her face. Truth be told, she honestly knew that her opponent would tap by now but still wanted to torture her little opponent, at least that's until she heard a familiar voice yelling at her, "SIKI!"
Siki would let a squeal as she would suddenly let go of Kikiyo and turn around to see her manager storming down the ramp, wearing his usually pissed off expression. "M-Manager! What are you-" Siki would utter before her manager cut her off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Manager demanded angrily.
"Um...in a wrestling match?" Siki answered timidly. The crowd would be surprised that the sadistic amazon witch would suddenly be reduced to a timid child when a fairly short man entered the arena.
"Is that so? Cause to me it looks like you're just torturing the poor girl!" Manager snapped causing Siki to flinch like a child, hanging her head low, "You're in quite a lot of trouble Siki! Come on!" Manager would turn around and start leaving.
"B-B-But the match!" Siki exclaimed.
"Well then ask her if she taps already!" Manager barked, the short man clearly agitated. Siki immediately nodded and turned around and bent down next to Kikiyo, "Well cutie? You submit?"

By the time Siki's manager had showed up, it was too late for Kikiyo… or her dignity, anyway. Her beaten crotch spouted like a geyser all over Siki's fist, and her whole body went limp with exhaustion. Her eye drifted shut, and once again, she drifted out of consciousness, hitting the canvas like a small sack of bricks. She was ready to tap… but no longer able, as she lay passed out on the floor.

"Um Manager, she's unconscious," Siki told Manager, "Could I-" Siki would shut her mouth when she saw her manager climbing into the ring and walked over to Kikiyo. He would unzip his sweater and cover up Kikiyo before picking her up and glaring at Siki.
"I guess that's too bad for you," Manager said as he would carry Kikiyo off the mat and looked back up at the ref, "Speaking on Siki's behave, she forfeits." Siki was about to complain but stopped when she saw her manager glaring at her and shut up. The ref would declare Kikiyo the winner with a confused expression. Siki would follow Manager backstage as he handed Kikiyo over to officials and told them to tell Kikiyo and her manager that he will pay for any medical bills and purchase her a new pair of shorts as compensation for Siki's 'inexcusable' behaviour before leaving with a very disappointed Siki.

The crowd, for their part, were about as confused and split as they could reasonably get at a debut match. Some felt cheated that the obvious winner was practically cheated out of it. Some were happy to see the underdog pull through, even if it was by way of total fluke. Some were just content with the violence and sexuality they came to see. And a few of the more superstitious fans were eagerly dialing the number they saw before the match with a convinced look in their eyes (all these calls, of course, went unanswered by the unconscious girl still in front of them). But everyone had something to say when the ending bell rang, and Kikiyo's limp arm was held up in victory.

Kikiyo herself would look back on this as proof that she was right, and undoubtedly use it as fuel to get in equally ridiculous matches. Hopefully, for her sake, they went better than this one.

Winner: Kikiyo Hanashime