Mai Nagasawa vs. Helvetica Lee

Her entire body aching from Mai's suplex, Helvetica would only pound the mat with her foot as she writing in agony. Spine arched in pain, shoulders planted against the mat, the “student of the game's” face was flushing a bright red as her frustrations mounted. Wasn't this girl listening? Why wasn't she understanding Helvetica's explanations of what a hack, she is? This match wasn't making any damned sense.

When Mai's fingers clutched into Helvetica's hair, it drew a frustrated squeal, from the American. “Nyeeeaaow! Come on,” she whined, “I thought you were above all that catfighting crap!” Helvetica flopped helplessly against the second rope, staring out into the masses of the AFW crowd. Eyes wide in shock, Helvetica realized she barely had any idea, what was happening. Somehow, it was like being in the middle of the ring was somehow different from watching on television …

“H-hey,” she said, panic clear in her voice, “You can't choke me! You're too much of a goody-” Helvetica's guess at her opponent's actions was swiftly dis-proven, however, as she saw Mai coming full tilt, for the tiger feint kick. “Aaaooww!” the American cried out, as she tried to raise her arms defensively over her face. Taking the kick to her arms didn't seem to help too much, however, as the American was still sent tumbling towards the center of the ring like a curvy rag doll. Immediately, she tried to get up, but couldn't get higher than her hands and knees. Muttering incoherently, occasionally trying to swipe the stars out of her eyes, the best defense that Helvetica could have offered to Mai's kick had still left her a sitting duck.

Mai slipped through the ropes and turned her head as she watched Helvetica try and paw the haze from her no doubt foggy head. She was surprised that Helvetica was able to even get to her hands and knees that fast but the idol knew that she wasn't going anywhere else any time soon.

Mai gripped the top rope, bent her knees and jumpeed, hitting the middle ropes and used them to springboard and flip off of them in a perfect moonsault, hoping to splash her body onto Helvetica's back and slam her back down to the mat. The crowd roared as Mai's tightly clad body effortlessly floated through the air, almost in slow motion.

Everything still seeming very much underwater, at the moment, Helvetica continued to stumble and stagger, on the mat. Her hands reached out, grasping blindly for anything she could hold onto, any sense of orientation, in the ring. For those that could see her head, from beneath a mess of sweat-drenched bangs, the frustration on the American's face was clear as day. Tears were beginning to well up in Helvetica's eyes, as she tried to understand what was happening to her. It kind of seemed like Mai was kicking her ass all along the ring, which was clearly impossible. Right?

As Helvetica continued to try and orient herself, she heard the roar of the crowd rising as ... as something was happening. Helvetica pulled her head up, giving the audience a generous view of her shining face and chest. The "student of the game" was clearly exhausted, here, battered and bewildered and unable to get a bead on Mai, right until she felt the pop idol come crashing down on her back.

"Aaawwwkk!" Helvetica shouted in something between a squeal and a quack. Mai drove her soft body down hard, into the canvas, squashing Helvetica beneath her well-defined midsection. Helvetica sniffled and struggled beneath her opponent. The American's fist pounded on the mat, in frustration. "G-Gawd ..." she moaned. "It's ... it's like I studied every combo in the game, and you just keep hitting the damn X button ..."

Mai snorted as Helvetica continued to bellyache about getting her ass kicked. All this girl knew how to do was talk and the Mecha Neko was absolutely sick of hearing it. She rolled off of Helvetica and hopped up. She pivoted on one leg and put her feet on either side of the fangirl's body, facing towards her feet.

Mai then bent down and grabbed Helvetica's feet and pulled as hard as she could as she leaned back and locked the "student of the game" in an merciless Boston crab!

Still squashed against the mat, Helvetica was struggling to breathe. Still fumbling in the middle of the ring, arms flailing, Helvetica did her best to try and find the ropes, the referee, anything she could, to get her bearings. “N-nothing to say, huh?” she grunted, through gritted teeth. “Finally … realizing … how crap, you are …?”

Waiting for a response, Helvetica was caught entirely off-guard when Mai rolled swiftly off of her, and hooked her legs for a deftly applied Boston crab. “Hggghhnnnnaaaooo!” Helvetica groaned, feeling her torso strained and squashed against the mat. As if the pain running through the rest of her body already wasn't bad enough, now Mai was contorting the American's spine back into a near-perfect “c” shape.

The ref girl leaned in on Helvetica, asking if she was giving her submission. Helvetica glared at the referee, despite struggling to open her eyes, and took a wild and clumsy slap, at her. Looking back over her shoulder, pushing the words out through layers of sweat and tears as Mai put her body through merciless agony, Helvetica managed to snipe, “Gaahh … great move, stupid! You managed to … guh … sit on me! Well~aaowww! Well done!”

Mai frowned as she bent Helvetica into a C shape with the Boston crab. What did it ACTUALLY take to shut the fangirl up?! Mai was starting to get frustrated by the girl's blatant idiocy and Mai pushed up and pulled back until she was sitting on Helvetica's lower back, leaning all the way back as far as she could to apply the most possible pressure she could with the Boston crab.

The crowd was loving it and even though Helvetica's implacable mouth seemed to be taking away from her comeuppance, Seeing both shapely bodies in display, one in a position of power and grace and the other supply bent to the max, was worthy of a raucous cheer.

“Aaauugh!” Helvetica groaned, as the audience's voices raised in cheer. The anger in Helvetica's face played out clear as day, even as her body squirmed in clear helplessness in Mai's iron hold. “You people … hrrr! … Are so … nnh! Easy! You … Marks!” The higher angle of the crab was playing hell on Helvetica's lower back, even as it put her on full display for the fans. At no point in her life had the American even considered that she could be this flexible, and she wasn't enjoying the learning experience.

Face red and glistening, hair hanging in a sweat-drenched mop over her face, Helvetica buried her head into the mat. Her hands twitched at her sides as her figure was bent to a seemingly impossible angle, in Mai's hold. All of Helvetica's will was bent on singular, imperative directive of not tapping out. She'd come into the ring with a single goal: showing the AFW that she was awesome, and this pop singing, cosplaying harlot was not.

And if there was one thing that Helvetica Lee could not allow herself to do, it was admit that she was … Possibly not entirely correct about something. Sure, Mai had proven she did actually know some holds. And moves. And that she could deliver them well. Which Helvetica might have even conceded, at this point, if she weren't too busy sobbing uncontrollably into the mat, and struggling with the hazy concept of remaining conscious.

Mai was actually surprised that Helvetica was not tapping as fast as possible. Mai was wrenching the crab as hard as she could and even respectable wrestlers would probably tap to a crab with this much pressure on it. Mai could certainly leave Helvetica in this position all night long if she wanted. The fangirl wasn't about to escape, that much was clear as indicated by the sobbing mess she was now in.

And as much as Mai felt compelled to teach Helvetica a lesson, the idol was not cruel or heartless. Hearing the pitiful sobs of Helvetica tugged at Mai's heart a bit. Sure, she had wanted to humiliate Helvetica but now that she was actually DOING it when Helvetica clearly couldn't fight back, it felt wrong.

Mai released the crab and stood up. She pivoted on her leg and bent over to roll Helvetica on her back and grab her arms and pull her to as much of a standing position as she could. "I'm going to end the match now, Lee-san." Mai said and smiled weakly at the "student of the game."

Down on the mat, body bent to angles she never would have imagined it could be, there was a single thought running through Helvetica's head: how the hell was this happening? She could barely think about anything, save for the screaming pain that her spine was in, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out how Mai had gotten her to this point. It seemed impossible, to her, that the bright-eyed young pop singer was this skilled, this capable in the ring. It had to be impossible, right?

For now, all Helvetica could do was sob her pain and desperation into the mat, until her opponent finally relented, and released the hold. Helvetica's lungs emptied in a single, relieved gasp. She flopped flat, the only motion of her body the steady rise and fall of her shoulders and the occasional pain-indused spasm in her aching legs. Until Mai lifted her up to a shaky vertical base, which saw the half-conscious hipster trying to support herself on legs that Mai had just put rendered functionally useless.

“E-end … the match?” Helvetica said, her voice wavering in confusion. “That … makes no … sense. I've hardly beaten on you at all, yet …” Head rolling from side to side, Helvetica planted her feet on the mat and tried to square her shoulders. “I … g-gotta, make a comeback, first, stupid …” With that, Helvetica leaned forward, leading with her right side, and planted her shoulder weakly against Mai's chest. Viewed generously, it might be seen as a shoulder block, delivered with all the force and power of an anemic kitten. “Take that,” Helvetica muttered, as she leaned into her opponent for support.

Mai felt Helvetica lean against her for support but when she heard the girl's words, she was confused. was it SUPPOSED to have been an attack? Mai sighed. she let go of Helvetica's arm for the moment and ran her gloved fingers through Helvetica's hair.

"Oh, Lee-san. I wish you didn't live in such an world of fallacy. If you could see the truth then maybe you could achieve your dreams." She whispered gently into the girl's ear. No doubt the brunette would take it as patronizing but Mai didn't care.

Mai shoved Helvetica away and grabbed her wrists. The mecha neko then fell backwards and yanked Helvetica into a position like she was going to do a monkey flip. However, instead of a flip, Mai compressed her body and yanked on Helvetica's arms while pushing her feet into the girl's stomach and putting her into a rather painful looking submission hold. It painfully stretched the arms while also putting immense pressure on the stomach and abdomen while Mai's boots dug into Helvetica's stomach.

But it wasn't a submission at all. Mai was setting up Helvetica for her finishing move, the Blast Off! Instead of waiting for a submission, Mai would let go of Helvetica's wrists while pushing as hard as she could with her legs, uncoiling them like springs to send Helvetica flying up into the air with only gravity left to bring her down and the mat to break her fall.