Nobu Tano vs Alicia Wells

Even if this was one of his first matches in AFW, Nobu couldn’t even count the number of scissor holds he’d been trapped in before. So many you’d think he’d experienced just about every kind there could possibly be. Well, it seemed Alicia was going to prove that notion wrong.

No one had ever applied a scissor hold to either of his arms before. Head and neck? Hell yeah. Body? Of course. But this was a new experience altogether. And, though it would likely come as no surprise whatsoever to Alicia, it was a damn painful one.

“SHITOWFUCKSTOPSTOPAGH!!!!” Nobu cried out, immediately flailing about in a panic like a fish out of water. His legs kicked around while his free arm grabbed out in any direction it could in hope that one of them would manage to find a rope to break the torturous hold.

Karma’s a bitch, and every bit of emotional distress his right arm alone had brought Alicia was no doubt being repaid a hundredfold now, though the sense of “justice” in the moment was a bit lost on Nobu.

There was basically no technique to what Alicia was doing. It was pure strength, but then the British amazon had that in spades. Particularly in her legs, and she wasn’t in any mood to take it easy on that arm. Or on Nobu in general, at this point. Not that she was given to mercy, or taking it easy on her opponents in general, as Gallium had found out, but he’d pushed her buttons enough that she was… in a bad mood.

Let’s just call it a bad mood. An upset loss to this creep… No, no, no.

Hence the merciless way she crushed his upper arm, looking to flatten it into a sheet of paper. Not that she actually could pull that off, strong or not, but she can damn well make him feel like she could.

And the screaming, cursing and flailing were just really great indicators that she was doing an absolutely great job of it.

She felt she could get a bit more mileage out of this one. Alicia didn’t want to win yet but, so long as he didn’t look like tapping, she was happy to keep on at the arm. Ideally, she could take it out of play, maybe stop him from pulling any more tricks later in the match. Was he ambidextrous? She didn’t know.

Maybe she’d find out.

In the meantime, she’d just keep on squeezing, waiting to see if Nobu could lay his hands on the rope or go for the tap. In either case, she’d break the hold before he could.

The smartest thing Nobu possibly could’ve done at that moment would be to tap out. Immediately. Despite his frantic reactions clearly showing just how genuinely agonizing the pain in his arm was, not one remote hint of compassion came from Alicia. She didn’t let up on the pressure, nor was there anything to suggest she was going to. The redhead’s wrath was relentless and unforgiving to the point that it seemed she’d rip his arm off if she could!

As if matters weren’t bad enough, the lower half of his arm suddenly went numb! He tried to move his fingers, hand and wrist, but couldn’t even feel them! But the rest of his arm was still feeling every bit of the excruciating pain Alicia’s scissor hold was inflicting.

“AAAGHH!! FUCK! LET GO!” Nobu cried out while he continued his frantic efforts to get closer to the ropes. He balled his free hand into a fist and tried punching against Alicia’s rock hard thighs in hopes of making her release him, but quickly he gave up on that effort. Kicking out his leg, he reached it out as far as he possibly could in the direction of the nearest rope.

It wasn’t easy to see how close he was, but Nobu felt like he had to be getting close. That thought was probably the only thing still keeping him from tapping out at this point. Come on! Just a liiiiiitle further...! he thought to himself, cringing through the pain while he reached the toe of his boot out, praying it would reach far enough!

Alicia was in absolutely no mood whatsoever to give Nobu any credit for anything whatsoever at this point. That said, while it was as grudgingly as it came and wild horses wouldn’t be able to tear the admission out of her, he was at least showing enough toughness not to tap out despite what she was doing to his arm. Ok, part of her suspected that was because he was in too much pain to think of that or just too stupid, but either way…

Either way, he was hanging in there, even if his attempts at escape were about as much use as Dmitri’s if not less. Dmitri at least was a trained martial artist. Nobu? Nobu wasn’t worth Alicia’s time in the slightest.

The swearing didn’t get him any reprieve, nor did the futile punches into her thigh that probably hurt his fist more than her leg. Frankly, the way he then went for a rope break was the smartest thing he’d done since he got into the ring.

Of course, it would have helped if they were a bit closer to the ropes. But they were close enough that, once he stretched, Nobu’s foot was just able to brush the bottom strand. Just. It was enough for the referee though. Instantly, she started counting but she needn’t have bothered. As soon as she realised, Alicia’s grip relented, her legs separating as the big redhead scooted back.

A rope break was a rope break, however pathetic her opponent was.

And she’d certainly paid him back and then some for his shenanigans so far.

”Ready to make this a real match?” Her low, throaty contralto growl spoke volumes for how irate she still was, as did the way her fists flexed at her sides. But she gave him a chance, backing off enough to placate the ref and give him another chance to make this a proper fight.

Then maybe she wouldn’t crack a rib or two before they were done.

Words couldn’t describe how relieved Nobu felt when the excruciating pressure of Alicia’s legs crushing his arm finally ceased. For about a split second, anyway. Then his mind came right back to the pain that had been inflicted, and the boy curled his arm against his body while quickly scrambling to get up against the ropes. The scissor hold hadn’t constricted against his neck or torso, but Nobu was panting nonetheless.

He heard the redhead’s question, given with a threatening undertone and growl. Clearly it was as much a warning as a question, which made him suddenly swallow a heavy lump in his throat in a moment of mild panic. He knew for a fact that “making this a real match,” as Alicia had put it, would increase his chances of victory about as much as laying down and letting her put a boot on his chest for a quick three count. Though, that path also seemed the one that was least likely to end with him being carted out on a stretcher.

It basically came down to a rather simple, but dangerous choice: Accept an L and live to fight another day, or attempt to sneak out with an upset victory so shocking and hilarious the crowd would be laughing about it for days! A man with an ounce of sense wouldn’t have even considered the latter. But not Nobu.

“A-alright, alright! Just...wait a second...” he said, gripping the middle rope with his uninjured arm and slowly pulling himself up while leaning into the ropes for support. But as he did, his body stayed in front of the arm so Alicia couldn’t see. And once he was up enough to stand without needing the arm’s support, his hand slipped into his pocket. But unfortunately for Nobu, while Alicia wasn’t in a good position to see this, the ref was. She came dashing over and grabbed onto Nobu’s wrist and pulled his hand right out of his pocket!

“NO WAIT! DON’T--” too late. He’d tried to pull back, but already his hand had been exposed, and in it was a small confetti popper. Yes, the boy’d last ditch plan to steal a victory from the red haired amazon had been to briefly startle her with a small but unexpected pop of confetti just long enough to slip behind her and roll her up for a quick pin. AND HE WOULD’VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO IF IT WEREN’T FOR THAT MEDDLING REF--

Ok, no, he probably wouldn’t have. But still...

“Oh for the love of....” the ref practically groaned while ripping the popper from Nobu’s hand. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and started walking off to get it out of the ring, briefly leaving a defenseless Nobu face to face with Alicia, who was not likely going to be happy.

“Eheh.... I, uh.... Sorry?” Nobu said through an awkward chuckle and smile that did a very poor job of masking the fear rapidly building in him.

There was naturally a good deal of suspicion in Alicia’s gaze as she watched Nobu slowly excavate himself from the pit where she’d left him. In some ways, it’d be a lot easier if she just kept on beating him into a coma. But no. He got a chance, very much his final chance, and everything in Alicia’s expression and general demeanour screamed that she was no longer in any mood whatsoever to be messed around.

At all.

But, suspicion or not, at the end of the day she’d probably have taken his assurance… well, not at face value. Not after all the stupid things he’d tried so far. But, at the end of the day, Alicia wanted to believe this hadn’t been a waste of her time so she’d have believed it enough that she’d have taken the confetti to the face. Would that have earnt Nobu the win?

… Probably not.

But seeing the ref dart over and snatch something away from the clown took Alicia from angry to simply furious in a heartbeat. The sort of fury that had seen Gallium Heart knocked out after the bell rang.

Her eyes narrowed. And the ref had her back turned.

Alicia crossed the space between them with a pair of long, loping strides, one fist coming up and around in a blurring roundhouse of a punch. Apparently, crushing his arm wasn’t enough.

Alright, maybe flattening his damned neck would make her point felt.

It didn’t exactly come as a surprise to Nobu, but it was quite evident Alicia was not going to be accepting that apology.

Sure enough, the second the ref walked away with the confetti popper, his angry foe came storming right up to him! In a frantic panic Nobu held out his hands to try to calm the redhead down before things could get out of hand.

“Wait just a sec--!” BAM! A fist crashed heavily right into the side of Nobu’s jaw, rocking his head to the side! The entire world seemed to spin rapidly around him as his body fell limply back. His arms fell just over the middle rope while his upper back and neck came to rest over it. A groan rang out from his lips while he limply rested there.

If this were a boxing match, the ref could be backing Alicia up and either starting a ten count or just plain calling for the bell right then and there. But this was a wrestling match, where only submission could bring about victory or defeat. And in his position, he was wide open and vulnerable to whatever Alicia had in store for him next.

It went without saying that pounding her fist into Nobu’s jaw did a certain amount to relieve the irritation that Alicia felt. Of course, it also went without saying that it was a drop of irritation in a small sea of anger, so not exactly something that would be helping the trickster terribly much at the moment.

Nor, she noted somewhere in a dim recess of her consciousness, was the referee – still busy doing whatever she was doing with the whatever it was she’d taken from Nobu.

Nobu who her punch had left stranded across the middle rope, his arms flopping uselessly on the outside. At which point, a sadistic idea flared to life and Alicia smiled. It was the look of a predatory cat, all white teeth and malice aforethought.

Generally, sadism was not something she went for. Alright, she did enjoy fighting, but it was the fighting she enjoyed and not the inflicting pain. That was just part of the process. Fighting Nobu, however, had been the most infuriating, exasperating experience of her time in AFW and, right now, she just wanted to make him suffer.

So, wasting no time, the British amazon slipped through the ropes besides Nobu and straddled his neck. Then she slapped his face, once, twice, the second a backhand. She wouldn’t have long for this and she wanted to make every second count.

Winding her arms around the upper ropes for balance, Alicia waited until she saw focus in the idiot’s eyes before she crossed her ankles casually. And then she squeezed her thighs together, applying agonising pressure in the standing headscissors as though she meant to separate his head from his shoulders at the neck.

If Nobu happened to go out in the hold before the referee noticed or forced her to break it, well.

Submission match only. It really sucked to be Nobu.

“Uuughhh...” Nobu groaned as he rested limply against the rope. Everything seemed out of focus, and the noise of the crowd sounded considerably more distant than it should’ve. Then he felt something press down on his neck while three blurry figures suddenly towered over him.

A slap rocked his head to the side, and a backhand sent it right back the other way. On top of being downright degrading, the strikes made his cheeks sting with pain for a few moments. But more importantly, they woke him up a bit. The three figures above merged into one, and suddenly Nobu realized exactly what was going on. Alicia was standing over him. It was her hips that were pushing down on his neck, which was trapped between the furious redhead’s lethal thighs and--

Oh shit....

Nobu’s eyes went wide and alarms frantically rang off in his brain as he finally understood the danger he was in. But too late. Alicia’s thighs closed in against him and the pressure almost instantly became unbearably excruciating! The poor boy couldn’t even scream out because of the immense pressure pressing and constricting against his head and neck. His legs wildly kicked about while his arms came around Alicia’s powerful thighs and tried desperately to budge them. He pushed, didn’t work. He slapped and punched them. Nothing. And in the span of a couple seconds the intense and frantic efforts quickly died down and Nobu’s eyes started to roll back.

“Hey! Away from the ropes!” the ref yelled, finally realizing what had been going on over the last few seconds. It had taken her long enough. She now quickly hurried over beside Alicia, ready to start counting if the redhead didn’t release her helpless prey. But even if Alicia complied, there was a good chance Nobu wouldn’t even be awake to notice by that point.

There was a hush from the crowd, or at least those parts of it able to see what was going on properly. Part of it was… While Alicia was not a fan favourite (except currently among those parts of the audience that supported any hot woman beating up a guy), she was at least known for respecting rope breaks even before the referee enforced them. And, while she was still relatively new, nobody watching had ever seen her do anything like this.

Hence the hush.

It was also because the ringside seats had a spectacular view of Alicia’s thick thighs and glutes almost devouring Nobu’s head and neck. There was a difference between knowing the British amazon had a dangerous scissors hold and being able to see her crunch her opponent’s spine with it. Not to mention her casually dominant demeanour, the way she just leant against the ropes arrogantly and ignored all her opponent’s struggles and futile attempts to free himself as if he wasn’t even there.

As far as Nobu was concerned, he might as well have been trying to move steel bars. Warm, living steel bars that were trying to crush him between them.

A mocking smirk played across her lips, fully aware that she had the trickster well on his way to unconsciousness.

And then the referee was shouting and rushing over and still the big redhead didn’t pay any attention, meeting the eyes of a fan who’d been cheering for Nobu with that nasty smile still firmly in place.

”One!”

Alicia didn’t move.

The referee shook her head, kept on counting.

”Two!”

Alicia wound her ankles tighter together.

”Three!”

Horribly, the kickboxer rose up on her tiptoes, if anything cranking the hold down tighter as a shiver of effort ran through her body.

”Four!”

The referee was actually starting to look a little worried…

And Alicia let Nobu go, dismounting his neck and dropping to the floor in one smooth motion. Back in the ring, the ref went to tend to Nobu but wouldn’t get much of a chance before the kickboxer grabbed her ‘opponent’ by the ankles and went to yank his legs out from under him.

That would probably catapult his already battered neck into the top rope but, right now, Alicia was in no mood at all to care.