Natsuko Arisawa vs. Wolf Hawkfield - The Way It's Done

November 14, 1999. Was it a Sunday? Wolf was pretty sure it was a Sunday. Regardless, he was at one of All-Stars house shows, and was having a hard bout against Rocket Ramirez, a guy who’s moveset wasn’t too far off from Natsuko’s. Lots of movements, agile, wily, the sort of opponent that seemed tailor made to give him trouble. But the guy was too gung-ho and thought he had Wolf off guard when he was on the apron, and it wound up with him getting slammed into the edge of the ring. Not unlike what he was about to do to Natsuko, actually.

See, while Wolf was stunned, he wasn’t quite that stunned. In his experience, there was a strong benefit to appearing to be more hurt than you actually were at any given time. Tended to make your opponents take bigger risks than they had any right to, and this was one example.

When Natsuko came flying his way, Wolf ducked and moved to the side, throwing off her trajectory. Instead, she came down on his shoulder, where he caught her in a Fireman’s Carry. But she wouldn’t stay there for long.

With a simple hop, he jumped off the apron, tossed her off her shoulders as he descended, and flipped her about in mid-air so she would be coming down on her back, right on the hardest part of the ring.

Not the best landing.

Hmm...as it just so happens to turn out, Natsu could vaguely recall that specific date amongst her treasure trove of vintage wrestling tapes back home in her closet. Well they were actually hand me downs from her awesome older brother that he used as training tapes to, in his own gruff words, "research other fighting styles and expand his knowledge of combat techniques..."...Natsu just thought they were fun to watch as the hyperactive four year old little sister she was. The schoolgirl would have loved to be in the arena for Wolf's match in person...but well, she kinda sorta wasn't born yet. A fact that may have made Wolf feel kinda old in retrospect.

Unfortunately, Natsu failed to remember much when she was that young. Including the overall lesson of Wolf's match as the spunky brawler sailed through the air with a cocked back fist only to find herself landing with a blank-eyed stare of confusion atop Mr. Wolf's broad shoulders. The captured schoolgirls limbs dangling lifelessly over his toned musculature as the precariousness of her position started dawning on her along with a sense of vertigo once she noticed how far down the floor was. Natsu gasping at the heart stopping drop but yelping out a writhing cry of pain once her spine smacked the ring apron, her petite form reflexively tumbling over the side of the ring apron to a deadened flop at Wolf’s feet. Sprawled out and muttering until there’d be a meager attempt to shuffle to her hands and knees.

The crowd winced, Cheyenne winced, even Wolf winced at the sound of that impact, and he was the source of the impact. No, it hadn’t been the nicest of moves to execute on the poor girl, but he didn’t see much choice in the matter. Natsuko had been doing an exemplary job of keeping him on the backfoot with her agility and limitless stamina. If he didn’t do something to slow that momentum down, she’d run roughshod all over him. This was one of the better ways.

Cheyenne disagreed. ”Geeeeeeez, Dad!” She yelped as she peeked around the corner, watching the action from a safe distance. ”What are you trying to do, break her in half?”

”No, just...trying to win.” He shook his head and muttered as he looked her way, before turning back to his opponent where his focus belonged. ”Almost done here, just stay with me.”

Figuring that might be enough to do the trick, Wolf reached down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her back onto the apron with a sudden toss, pushing her back in under the ropes. Sliding in, he put her on her back, pressed his chest down against hers, lifted her leg up for a classic pinfall, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as he thought it did.

The referee slid alongside them and started the count up, slapping her hand on the mat. ”1…!”

Well...at the very least, Natsu could erase any lingering doubt from her mind that Mr. Hawkfield may not have been taking this fight seriously as a competitor. She couldn't remember the last time she'd fallen from so lofty a perch...aside from when she tried out for the high-school diving team, but regrettably made a splash in the one sport where that was considered a bad thing. Still, the chilled waters of the deep end of the pool made for a much more pleasant landing than the flattened rigidity of the ring apron, which they didn't call the hardest part of the ring just for the novelty of it. Natsu side rolling afterward to flop like a fish at the fatherly wrestler's booted feet, stirring about miserably amidst the faint echo of some people bickering around her.

Natsu remained flaccid and unresponsive upon being hefted upward by her waist and ushered back inside the ring via a few rolling tumbles before coming to rest upon her back. Spread-eagled with her white-bandana strewn around her head and a strained huff of air when she felt a brawny physique beset across her petite frame, squishing her against the canvas with her chest mashed against his pecs in an unflattering portrait of her impending defeat made moreso by her hooked leg uplifting her skirt and displaying her skintight scarlet red bloomers. An old-school pinning technique from someone who no better exemplified the term, and one earning Mr. Hawkfield an easy "2!..." count...but not the third as the spunky schoolgirl shot her arm skyward from beneath the chiseled muscle mass covering nearly her entire upper half.  

"...o-ow...nnngh...ya sure ya weren't tryin to break me in half?''

Natsu had put up a good fight. She had spirits. Tons of it. But that was only going to get her so far in a match like this, and it was inevitable that they would come to this point - her, on her back, waiting for the pin. He’d be sure to make it up to her after the match, raise her hand and present her to the audience, give her a good boost. Maybe he could even set her up for Cheyenne’s first singles match. His daughter was chomping at the bit, and he could think of far worse women. She really wanted a match with that slinky Korean girl Charlotte was hanging out with, and this would be a decent compromise to-

And Natsu kicked out.

Wolf shot up after the kickout, more from surprise than the force she’d generated doing it. Had he messed up the pin? No, it was picture perfect, worthy of the Wikipedia page. It wouldn’t have been the easiest thing to escape from if she was 100%, and she was leagues away from that. No, the girl was just tough and stubborn, an annoying combination.

But okay, he could work with this. It was just a matter of figuring out a different approach. ”No, not really.” He spoke with a sign as he started to stand up, grabbing her wrist to haul her up with him. ”But that does give me an idea.”

He brought Natsu up to her knees, standing behind her, then reached around her chest, slipping her arms around under her arms. Wolf clasped his fingers together, then stood up and lifted her off the floor. Pulling her in tight, he powered down on her midsection with a tight reverse bearhug, trying to see if he could squeeze a submission out of her.

...Hmm, Natsu may have lingering suspicions, but she'll believe Mr. Hawkfield about not outright intending to turn the straight-laced schoolgirl into a crooked angled one. He didn't seem like the ruthless, leopard mask wearing, muscle-bustering type she'd heard scandalous locker-room gossip about. Byut, that still didn't mean Natsu wasn't in some deep dog excrement right about now. She was just as surprised as anyone else that this match was still ongoing after she'd miraculously managed to unearth herself from underneath the sweat-caked Dad-bod that had her pinned back down to the canvas really freaking tightly. Pins locked in that securely just made you put in that much effort to earn your freedom, and it all just helped Natsu come to a realization that didn't quite bode well for her.

"Awwww, man..." Natsu whined like kids these days would when drafted into household chores, but here she was being dragged up to her knees and setup for something she knew would suck a million times worse than doing dishes. She offered scant resistance and was in a slouched daze when a brutal tightness woke her up quick fast and in a hurry, face scrunched tight with a spastic cycling of her legs once elevated upward. Oooph...okay, this really did suck as much as she feared. It felt like she was in a thresher between bulging biceps and flexed pectorals, one she couldn't squirm or thrash her way out of until all that youthful spunk started petering off as time passed. The blooming brawler beginning to wilt in Mr. Hawkfield's taut embrace, starting to sag limply with haggard breathes and a thin trail of drool on the corner of mouth.

Wolf was really more known for his forward bearhug, having put away more than a few of his scrawnier male opponents with the move, but the times had forced a change on him. Ever since one of his contemporaries back in the states had faced some charges about getting a little too handsy with his female opponents, there’d been more scrutiny on guys like him using moves like that, and while he doubted the AFW, of all places, would put him in the same sort of water, it was still more than he was willing to risk.

Besides, the reverse version was doing the trick just fine. He made sure to give her an ever-increasing sample of his strength in bursts, easing up every few seconds before he came back even harder, making her situation worse, constricting her innards, shaking left and right, getting the full effect out of the move. It had to hurt, too - Natsu was built well, clearly had an impressive training regimen, but she was starting to falter, and it would only be a matter of time, now. Just a little longer…

Cheyenne, meanwhile, was watching from the sidelines and chewing her lip. Her father was a good hugger, she knew that pretty well, and she’d seem him put away much bigger than Natsu with this move. Still, it wasn’t impossible to get out of.

Making her way in front of Natsu and out of her father’s sight, she hit the canvas to get the schoolgirl’s attention, then started jerking her head back a few times, pointing to the front of her nose and the back of her skull. With any luck, she’d get the implication, and then…

Ayup...Natsu's aforementioned realization was bearing down on her miiiiighty tight, now. Which was that Mr. Hawkfield's grizzled years of grappling experience might have been a hurdle too tall for the spirited schoolgirl to leap this time around, and a former track star like her now's all about bounding over hurdles. He just seemed leagues tougher than her last burger-themed opponent, and getting countered by him felt like getting ragdolled by a fatherly Mac truck. And all of those meteoric slams just kept consecutively taking the wind out of her sails and rattling her more-so until all of her youthful vim and vigor had been plastered out of her. Sapping at her speed driven advantage and winding her throughout until all he needed to do was catch her within his mitts one final time and put those muscles to use by squeezing the ever-loving bejeezus out of her.

Natsu thrashed in panicked resistance at the beginning, but soon enough started sagging forward as her struggling efforts dissipated. All of the instances of relaxation followed up by ratcheted strength causing the cherry blossom fighter to go ramrod straight in grimacing distress before becoming flaccid once more in panting fatigue. Not helping matters in the slightest were all of the dizzying twists left and right which left her swirly-eyed and made it seem more like a roller-coaster Natsu was officially ready to get off of now. Being submitted by a hulking dude mashing her against his sweaty muscles and her bloomered backside nudged against what she hoped wasn't his nethers was not how the schoolgirl would have preferred capping off one of her matches, but it looks like she didn't have much of a choic-..."Hm?" Natsu perked up from her limp slouch to see Cheyenne doin...sumthin...

...time passing...

*OHH!!!!* Natsu mouthed after finally getting the insinuation, and after taking one deep breath, put all of her waning energy into thrusting her head backward to clock poor Mr. Hawkfield in the nose. Hoping he wouldn't hold it against her if he ends up getting a bloodied schnoz.

It wasn’t the flashiest way to win a match, Wolf knew that, but he wasn’t terribly concerned with ‘flashy’ when it came to knocking out a teenager girl. And yes, he was well aware of how weird a sentence that was, even as he thought it.

Poor context aside, he was doing a good job of wearing down Natsuko with the bearhug, proving that, sometimes, the simpler solutions were more effective. He could’ve hit her with a lot of things, moves that would’ve broken her clean in half, but that wasn’t the way he wanted to approach this. Nice and easy, working the midsection.

He gave her the occasional grind, tossing her left and right to make the hold that much worse and give her some incentive to give up. Wolf had to give the schoolgirl credit, she was hanging tough despite all the pain she clearly had to go through, surviving the rough treatment, but it wasn’t going to do her much good. He clenched his fingers tight and pulled back, trying to get gravity to aid in his efforts. ”No shame in tapping out.” He spoke through his teeth and grunted, pouring on even more pressure. ”You did well, so just give me a quick tap and we-”

Wolf’s sage advice was cut short when his opponent wisely used what life she had left to shoot her head back, ramming him in the center of his nose with her skull. It was a shocking move, to put it in the mildest way, and it had the effect she was likely going for - he let her go on pure reflex and staggered back as he held his face, stumbling into the ropes. He didn’t think his nose was busted, but it was far closer to it than he would’ve liked, and it left him seeing stars.

Cheyenne, meanwhile, dual wielded her thumbs up, winked at Natsuko, then went back to innocently playing with her phone.

Tch...uh, doy. Natsu was feeling like a primo dumbbell for not noodling up this obvious escape strategy on her lonesome. The schoolgirl would have assuredly smacked her forehead from the belated epiphany if only she had free usage of her arms again. It was only the exact same strategy she taught her bosom bestie Nami whenever jacked-up bullies started getting their licks in and overwhelming you with either their numbers, or just in general being musclebound lunkheads whom they just couldn't overpower. It was just playing dead for a little bit of time before striking back when their defenses were lowered and they figured they had the fight in the bag. It may have seemed underhanded, but girls their size needed to gain whatever advantage they could against the bigger guys. Plus everyone knows that anything goes in a street fight...which...this wasn't was...ah shoot. Natsu's definitely going to have apologize after the match is over.

"...PHoooo...*gasp*..." Breathes of immediate relief started being inhaled after Cheyenne's head clonking advise earned Natsu her freedom. Afterward floundering forward with a whirlwind of her arms before stopping into a settled crouch with her gloved hands propped atop her knees, panting deeply and thanking her lucky stars she noticed Cheyenne when she did. Whom she'd offer a haggard thumbs-up and meek smile right back at her before she went back to her phone, and probably missing Natsu bobbing her head down as if she were about to collapse before the schoolgirl stopped herself mid plummet. She'd smack her hands against her cheeks to psyche herself back up before standing back up with a flinching wince as she straightened out her back. Sprinting towards Mr. Wolf with renewed conviction, she leap beside him and ensnare him into a front headlock while positioning her sneakered feet on the middle ropes, attempting to spring backward for a DDT that had extra velocity and distance thanks to her roped balancing act.