Susan Howard vs Misaki "Maiden" Sakurazaki

Susan had only enough time to take a breath or two of her own, and then an abrupt kick against her spine sent an explosion of agony through the model that was plainly visible in her anguished expression. Immediately tensing she fell back, one hand moving under her back to rest against the spot that had just been violently kicked while she groaned and squirmed about on the mat.

To say this wasn’t going how Susan had expected would definitely be putting it lightly. How the hell was she getting her ass kicked by this bitch? Had she voiced the thought aloud, some wrestling nerds would probably love the opportunity to flex their Wrestle Angels knowledge and remind everyone how skilled Maiden Sakurazaki had always been in the ring, despite not having a ton of flash and flair to her. And with a cooler head Susan wouldn’t even need that reminder. She’d followed the Angels during their time, and deep down knew her foe had skill.

But that didn’t make this any better for the redhead. After the thrashing she gave Spider Kikuchi in her tryout match, she’d expected her official debut to be more of the same. Instead, Susan was lying and writhing on the mat at Maiden’s feet hardly a minute in, if even that...

Susan was down, the lesson had been taught, and Maiden was in the driver’s seat of this match. Things were hardly won, but she was in control, and had no intentions of releasing said control. Now, she could relax.

Maiden stood up, took a deep breath, and dusted off her skirt as Susan writhed below. It was unseemly to get so worked up - she was a professional, a true maid, and she needed to exude that in the ring. Getting carried away like that was something Blade would do, and she had to be better than that.

”Ahem.”

Reaching down, she took hold of Susan’s wrist, gave it a good twist, and pulled her up to her feet, forcing her to stand whether she was willing or not - especially if not. Taking a step to the side, she jerked hard and attempted to send her foe running towards the furthest corner with an Irish Whip, putting as much body weight as she could into the motion for maximum

Susan hissed as her wrist was twisted, then staggered while being pulled up to her feet. She pulled back a bit, refusing to let the maid drag her around without at least making her work for it. But it was only a matter of seconds before the redhead was on her feet, and then sent in an involuntary dash for the corner. She turned just before impact, crashing in with a heavy thud that forced a sharp grunt from the model.

Arms slinking over the ropes by either side of her, Susan’s head hung down, letting her hair come down in front of her face and eyes. But as bad as she looked right now, the seething model was looking through the red strands of hair, eyeing her enemy, and waiting for her to make the mistake of coming near her again...

It was more than a little depressing, really. Maiden had a high opinion of her craft, both as a wrestler and a maid. As much disdain as she had for this woman when it came to disrespecting the latter, it seemed she wasn’t much to speak of with the former occupation, either. This was the future of wrestling? Hardly. Standards had truly dropped since Wrestle Angels fell apart.

She shook her head after she sent Susan running off, hurling the hapless harlot into the corner. Wasting little time, she dashed off into the opposite direction stopping just short of the turnbuckle before she whipped about and burst into a hard dash. Closing in on her opponent at full speed, she closed the gap quick, skirt flying about, hairs whipping through the air.

She waited until the last moment, then leaped into the air with her arm drawn back, looking to plant her elbow square into Susan’s generous chest.

Susan could be a patient woman when it suited her well enough, like when meticulously applying her makeup, or waiting for the sweet sounds of submission from opponents caught in her scissor holds. But it was hard for the model to make herself remain patient while she plaid possum in the corner, forced to watch from between the red hairs hanging in front of her eyes at that condescending look from her opponent. It made Susan want to dart at the stuck up bitch right then and there. But, despite not being the most experienced to step into the ring, she at least knew her current position was one where the element of surprise held more value than a reckless, daring charge.

She watched her foe dash off to the other corner before redirecting straight for Susan. The maid was a quick little devil, but Susan saw her coming in plenty of time to be ready. And the second her enemy leapt up, the model quickly brought both feet up, then blasted them out directly into Maiden’s exposed belly! If the mule-like kick found its mark, she figured that should take some wind out of the maid’s sails.

Susan had strong legs.

Maiden had suspected that when she saw the women, of course. She seemed proud of them, and she could concede, there was good reason to. Long. Strong. Clearly toned. This was a woman who put a lot of effort into looking sexy, and while Maiden didn’t approve of the display, she couldn’t argue with the results.

That being said didn’t truly understand how strong those legs were until Susan gave her a mule kick that felt like it came from an actual mule.

She had been flying towards her at the time, in mid-air, and the kick was enough to reverse her momentum entirely. She was launched back, would’ve screamed along the way if her lungs had any air left in them, and came down hard on her back near the center of the ring. The force was enough to make her roll after the impact, leaving her at the dead center, groaning and gasping.

Winded, she started to push her way back up after a moment, but it was slow going, her body thoroughly rocked. All that, and after one hit!

Susan very much hoped that someone happened to get a picture of Maiden right at the exact moment the model’s feet blasted into her midsection. Hell, she’d even settle for a screenshot if she had to. But the redhead wanted that picture framed so she could set it up on a wall somewhere at home. That was the exact moment Maiden’s condescension and underestimation of Susan had blown up right in her face, and it was priceless.

Brushing her hair out of her face, the model strode out toward her downed foe. And despite her dignified posture, Susan’s eyes made it clear she wasn’t done making the maid pay yet. Moving to her nearest arm, she grabbed the woman’s wrist and began to pull on it. To many it likely seemed like she was trying to set up a position for an armbar, but really this was only to help get Maiden’s upper body off the mat just a bit. Once she got there Susan would drop down and throw her legs out, one on either side of her foe’s body, then try to close them in around Maiden’s midsection while locking her ankles together to apply a crushing body scissor with those deadly legs of hers!

Shaking her head, Maiden continued her laborious accent, still reeling from the blow. In hindsight, she should’ve just rolled with the momentum and taken a break outside of the ring, but the thought only now crossed her mind. She was simply stunned by how powerful that kangaroo kick had been, how much it had winded her. But it was nothing she couldn’t come back from, if given half a chance.

Susan didn’t seem content to give her that half-chance, however. She saw the woman approaching out of the corner of her eye and started to roll away, but she wasn’t able to get far before her arm was seized. Unsure of what her opponent would try, she naturally tried to pull her limb away, not noticing the legs slipping around her at first, believing her arm was in the most danger. It was only at the last second that she caught on top the bodyscissor being applied, and then…

”What are you-” Her question was left unfinished as the pressure bore down on her midsection, squeezing the breath clean out of her and replacing it with white hot pain. She let out a long, wheezing gasp as her eyes widened in panicked shock, and she immediately went into a crazed spastic fit. A deer caught in a leg trap, she frantically clawed on the mat, making a wild push to drag them to ropes, pushing them forward as hard as she could with her feet, even while her lower body began to lose feeling.

On second thought, this was the face Susan wanted immortalized with a framed picture.

The widening of Maiden’s eyes while Susan’s legs began to squeeze, the strained wheeze of an agonized gasp forcing itself out while her mouth seemed to freeze agape. Without a word really being spoken, the trapped maid’s expression let the redhead and the spectators in the crowd just how intensely painful this hold was to her. Much like her “spar” with Spider Kikuchi, it filled Susan with pride to see a woman who had disrespected and looked down on her only moments ago now struggling at her mercy. This was a feeling she’d never get tired of.

To Maiden’s credit, the girl wasn’t giving up without a fight. Plenty of people, including no small number who were much larger and stronger than this woman, had submitted in this very hold within seconds of its application. But not Maiden Sakurazaki. She fought, clawed and dragged herself toward the ropes, all the while dragging Susan along and enduring the crushing force of the model’s thighs against her midsection. But after the contempt the maid had shown her before, no outward sign of that fleeting thought of respect was going to be shown.

“Come on now! Keep going! Just a little further!” she prodded patronizingly while sneering at the trapped maid. Then to add further insult to injury, she raised a hand up before bringing it down to give Maiden a firm spank on her backside, the clap echoing out through the arena while the masses whistled and cheered in response.

Had Maiden been in a worse spot than this? She was having trouble remembering, what with the extreme pain cutting through her midsection, but at the moment, she was going to have to go with a definite ‘no’. The only thing she could see as coming close was that time she’d gotten caught in Dark Star Chaos’ bearhug and nearly had her innards squeezed out. As thoroughly unpleasant as that had been, having Susan crush her midsection with her legs was worse. For a couple notable reasons.

The pressure around her entire waist was one reason #1. It literally felt as if a pair of gigantic scissors were pressing into her body, as if there was a threat of her being dissected when they met in the middle. She had been in holds that hurt, holds that robbed her of her air, holds that crushed her, but she could recall few that ticked all those boxes with such brutal fashion.

Reason #2 was the spanking. Even Dark Star Chaos hadn’t had the gall to do that.

”Shut...shut up!” She growled out the words and tried to concentrate on the struggle, pulling herself along, inch after inch. When she was close enough, she reached out and snagged the ropes, hoping for a swift salvation.