Suzumori vs. Mizushima: Vamp Returns

"...From Kobe, Japan... MIZUSHIRA...SUKI!!"

I...must have heard that wrong.

Suki Mizushima thought it over as she marched on-beat to her entrance music. She rolled it around her head it as she stomped out with two fists raised to the crowd.

Nah! The tune pitched. The wrestler swayed. The violins screeched off-kilter to Suki's off-kilter grin and off-kilter hip-turning step. Actually, that was pretty on-the-dot coherent. Clear as a damn song.

So Suki didn't spring into the ring, like she'd planned. She didn't perch on the post and tip her hat to the packed audience (hoping--please!--that they'd applaud the rookie, the newbie, the hope-to-God up-and-comer). She neither breathed in the hot smell of a stadium overflowing with wrestling fans, nor did she savor the sunburn feel of the stagelight on her chest.

Instead, she hopped onto the announcer's table and pivoted her feet into the blonde lady's lap. Bitch's headphones came loose. She fumbled for them--and missed. Suki ignored homegirl and her hardware because she had papers to grab and peruse.

"Erhm." Suki leaned into the mic, adjusting as she did an imaginary pair of spectacles. "'Scuse me. Sugar tits. Can you read this for our wonderful audience?" Suki offered her the script.

Madam blonde twin-tails (in her ribbon-tie suit) looked like a virgin caught naked at prom. "What are you--"

"No. Nonono. That's not what it says." Suki shoved the script almost up the lady's nose, drilling her finger into her name. "Let me ask again. SUGAR TITS. CAN YOU. READ?"

"...Mizushima...S-suki."

"There we go!" Suki threw her arms up. Papers flew like confetti. "Mizushima Suki. Thanks, babe. Now. Support crew. Gave-One-Hell-of-a-Blowjob-To-Be-Here. Are you going to make a mistake like that in my match again?"

At this point Twintails had turned a shade of crimson that was highly predictive of a stroke-prone phenotype. She still hadn't figured out the headset (because it's hard to fix a headset when your fists are shaking with embarrassment). Suki picked up Mums-the-Word's mug and downed what was left of her coffee.

"...No."

"Peachy. Now call in my opponent."

"...F-from t-the Valley of Darkness of Parts Unknown... Vamp Suzumori!!"

After her name being announced, her theme, Demon of Darkness, was played as the lights in the arena dimmed. And soon, when the music reached its crescendo, Vamp Suzumori finally made her appearance, this time without appearing in her coffin and without being escorted by her pale, corpse-like attendants.

Vamp walked down the ramp, soaking herself in the cheers of her fans. It seemed that they were impressed by her solid performance during her debut some time ago. And now, she would repeat her success and make another solid performance, and she would show it by defeating this no-name rookie, Suki Mizushima.

She would head over to the ring, and once she arrived, she would slip into the ring and headed over to a corner, making herself at home there by lifting herself up and sitting at the top turnbuckle, like a dreaded demon lady would do while sitting on her throne. She would then look at her foe and smiled mockingly, as if making fun of her for having an outburst due to her name being wrongly pronounced earlier.

As she sat on the top turnbuckle, she wished that she had brought her attendants with her. She could use a glass of wine right now as she waited for her opponent to enter the ring so that they could start the match right away.

Hey! That's a seriously kick-ass composition.

The pipe organ lumbered in on escalating pillars in a minor key--like a Black Mass extending its shadows out from its demented cathedral. Then: bang! Electric guitar cut in, and it was a dangerous guitar, a guitar hungry for meat. When it burst to life, the spotlight drowned out everything in the ring but her: Vamp. Vamp, with her fangs and zombie-white skin and regal blouse. Vamp, who walked like a true blood-sucking, man-breaking aristocrat of the eventide. The drum line bore her to her throne and the choir on harmony draped her in musical majesty. The crowd erupted. They erupted like Vesuvius.

Someone had matched Suki against a crowd favorite.

But wasn't there something familiar about her?

Suki nodded her head in time to Suzumori's drum-line--dum duh-duh dum. On a downbeat, she bent back and broke out her air guitar before she finally slipped into her corner.

The music died.

The lights rose.

The crowd leaned in.

"Hey!" shouted Suki. "Aren't you that Pewdie Pie wannabe? Yeah, you review Vampire erotica or something, right?"

Vamp just watched in amusement as her soon-to-be opponent was banging her head in time of her theme song. She would continue watching Suki as she finally slipped into the ring.

Then, she started talking, and Vamp almost face-faulted as she almost lost her balance while sitting on the top turnbuckle. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she heard what Suki just said. A Pewdie Pie wannabe? Vampire erotica? The image of an elegant, mysterious lady of darkness that Vamp had cultivated promptly shattered as she petulantly jumped down from the turnbuckle and stomped her foot a few times as she pointed a finger at Suki.

"S-shut up!! Shut up shut up shut up!! T-that's not vampire erotica!! T-that's... umm... a-an unheard masterpiece of the century of f-filming industry!! Y-your boorish mind won't comprehend such a m-magnificent piece of art!!" Vamp yelled that even without a microphone, most people in the arena were able to pick up what she was saying. Then there was a beat.

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Her hand was still held out as she still pointed an accusatory finger at the direction of her damnable foe. Slowly, she lowered her hand as her petite body started to tremble. She had just embarrassed herself in front of a large crowd. She's supposed to be the great 'Nightmare Princess' Vamp Suzumori!! Puffing up her cheeks as she glared at Suki, she growled through her fanged teeth, "W-why you..." she clenched her tiny fists. She felt very humiliated. "Y-you will pay for this insolence, m-mortal! Also, I am no Pewdie Pie wannabe! I am Vamp Suzumori, the Nightmare Princess!!" Vamp tried to get back into character, with small success. "And tonight, you shall be my prey!!"

The crowd seemed to be amused by Vamp's outburst. Vamp's cheeks had turned beet red as she heard waves of laughter from the crowd. She was so embarrassed she wished that she brought her coffin so that she could hide herself inside it for the entire duration of this match. Now, she wanted to make Suki pay for making her act like a fool in front of the large crowd.

Make me your prey? Aw, honey. Baby. You're a precious...splendiderifabuliferous gift from God. Let me get some milk, and you choose a story, and we can just get ready for nap-time, OK? ?

Suki had to admit, baby-girl's rage-gasm sent her for a loop. All she could do was stand there, watching a gimmick go down like the Hindenburg. Well, stand there and grin. Grin and lean a little back from the disaster zone.

The ref stepped between them.

Suki pushed off the ring-post and hunkered down. As she raised her fists, she saw that the audience...at least a lot of it...was watching her, now. Not Vamp--Suki. Well that wasn't bad for the old ego-gears. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to get matched up against a crowd-pleasing queen. That just meant a bigger fandom to commandeer, right? All she needed to do was show them she could fight as well as spit. All she needed was for them to see Vamp...low. See Vamp broken. See Vamp's spider-silk Nightmare Princess Crown on Suki's head...


The ref's signal and Suki's charge at Vamp happened in the same fraction of a second. Suki picked out ahead of time how she'd hit Goth-o-lita: Vamp's right cheekbone. Suki's left elbow. Babydoll would go down clutching her poor plastic head. Suki clenched her fist and got ready to spring--

--Suki veered to the right, towards the ropes. She whimpered. She trembled. She held up...her fingers in the sign of the cross.

"Please...mercy princess! Don't use your vampire seduction powers on me. I...I'm not into Lolis!"

Vamp was seething. Not only that she had embarrassed herself in front of the crowd, she had also dropped her vampire act in the worst way possible, thanks to Suki's comment about her weekly movie reviews that she uploaded on Youtube. This boorish knave needed to know her place, and Vamp already knew what to do with her. Despite her small frame, Vamp possessed quite a tremendous strength that did not fit with her size, though it could be quite impractical sometimes, thus limiting her options while wrestling. Still, she was certain that Suki was in for a surprise.

Standing confidently, Vamp was prepared to smash her elbow right into Suki's indecently-clad chest, but before she could accomplish that, Suki suddenly veered to Vamp's left towards the ropes. Vamp looked at her opponent, eyes widened in confusion before she slowly approached her, any plan that she had planned for an opening move had evaporated into nothingness. Then, she heard Suki's 'plead', which irked her even more, and the image of the elegant, charismatic vampire princess once again crumbled into dust as she childishly pointed her finger at her and shouted.

"I-I'm not a l-loli!! I-I'll have you know that I am already nineteen years old!" A pause. "I-I mean... I am Vamp Suzumori, one hundred and ninety-nine in age! You better tremble before my noble p-presence!!" She was terribly flustered after that. Once again, her effort in maintaining her vampire persona had been crushed to dust thanks to Suki being a stupid dunderhead. Then, she started ranting and turned her back on Suki, inadvertently lowering her defense, thus opening herself to any attack that Suki might have in her mind.

The plan: Rile up Madame Vamps, get her pressure cooker boiling, let her charge in, and then jump onto the bottom rope just in time to catch her mid-charge with a springboard strike. Left elbow--right cheek.

The reality: Babe Victoria turned her back on her opponent to rant at the now hysterical audience.

Jesus Christ. Kaida. Sister, my sister. Your successors are not worthy.

As planned, Suki jumped onto the bottom rope and launched herself at her opponent. And then--air. The look of hundreds of faces lighting up: one boy points. His mother--equally thrilled. A Japanese man covers his mouth to hold in his gasp. She knows when she lands, they'll be cheering.

When she unfolds, it will be in an attempt to dropkick the back of Vamp's head. A relief for everyone, no doubt: You can't throw a temper tantrum when you're a meat rag-doll.

As Vamp was busy ranting about stuff that people might not really care about, she did not see what Suki had in store for her. And as a result, she took the dropkick on the back of her head. The attack was enough to stop her mid-rant, causing her to fall inelegantly onto the mat face first. The dropkick almost knocked her out, and she was barely able to register what was going on as she was lying on the mat.

She could feel the back of her head throbbing thanks to the sneak attack, and she could not muster enough strength to push herself up. So, she remained on the mat, barely showing any sign of life, exposing her to any kind of danger her opponent might pose. And at this very moment, she couldn't even rant and complain about her whole situation, considering that she was barely conscious after taking the dropkick onto the back of her head.

Why does a girl decide to strip down to her panties and become a wrestler? Lots of excuses come to mind: enough cash to eat Jiro sushi for every meal, an abundant field of groupie guys and gals (with all the right kinks) to pick and choose and reject and humiliate...

But some girls were artists. They had vision.

When Vamp had perched on the top turnbuckle and looked down--she really did make your skin crawl. When her costume first lit up the stage, you really did see feel a cold, Transylvanian breeze--and you could imagine her--You could see her hold some pale, naked man by the scruff of hair at the back of his neck, and you could hear him shiver as she sank in. As Vamp quietly revelled in draining him

Now? As Suki got to her feet, she admired Vamp. She noticed, as she cracked first her neck and then her knuckles, that the body underneath all the elegant lace, all the powder and 18th century hair...well, home girl was cute. Slim, just-curvy-enough loli with a butt that looked good when it was exposed. It just about about broke your heart to see her loli face...pinched with pain, barely conscious (so far) of how badly her neural processors had been fucked.

Suki stood over Lolidoll. She kicked up a long bare leg and planned to bring it crashing down on babe, landing in the splits.

Some girls were artists. They poured their souls into a gimmick just so they could bring it to life for a few scant hours in front of an audience who would appreciate them. These girls lay awake at night. Frustrated to tears., How do I make this character better, how do I make them all feel...her? They dreamed of doing it just right. They would be famous! They'd be loved. And they would be that character they made, who they knew so intimately. That's the dream that stops artists from jumping off the nearest bridge.

And then, sometimes, that gimmick dies horribly in the ring, bleeding and yowling before a girl with no more personality than a leather jacket and some side boob breaks its neck.

It all felt so wrong. She should've been the one to stand in triumph, the one to prove her skill to the loving masses. She should've been the one who stood over the broken body of her foe, rejoicing over her accomplishment. But now, here she was, taken by surprise by a cheap shot to the back of her head, and she was barely conscious on the mat, unable to even express her displeasure over what had just transpired. And she knew things would only get even worse from there.

Due to her current state, she was unable to defend herself from whatever her cheap-shooting opponent had in store for her, and sure enough, she got a leg crashing down into her back as Suki dropped herself, hitting the currently insensate Vamp with a split-legged leg drop. "Gauughh!" The sudden pain in her back was enough to jolt the self-proclaimed Nightmare Princess awake, and she let out a shrill cry of pain. "Nnngh..."

Now fully awake but with a throbbing pain in her head and on her back, Suzumori tried to push herself up, but the pain greatly impaired her, thus leaving her an easy target for Suki to harass. She gritted her teeth, her cute little fangs were clearly displayed for those who were watching the match. She needed to crawl over to the ropes first so that she could take a little bit of time to recover, and while it was unlikely, she hoped that her foe would be slow enough to follow up with another attack.