Fright Fight - Akino Sanada Vs. Samiya Kusanagi

At first glance, it almost looked to many in the audience as if Samiya was generously backing away from Akino to allow the one-eyed maiden time to recollect herself and try again. Not that the gesture would've made the bluenette feel any better about this mess, but she certainly would've preferred it to what was really coming.

But instead, as she pushed against the mat and started to ease herself back toward a vertical base, she only made it about halfway. Then she felt a sudden pressure bear down on the back of her head, sending her crashing face first right onto the mat!

"Mph!" she cried out upon impact, then immediately began to writhe about, kicking frantically while both hands went to cover her face. Intense pain throbbed in her forehead and nose, and she had a feeling the loud ringing she was hearing in her head was going to take some time to shake off too...

While she would never admit it, there was something quite viscerally satisfying about her boot catapulting Akino face first into the mat. It wasn’t a move that really fell within her speciality but it was one that she was still quite suited for as Akino had just found out.

Despite that, the Schoolgirl Assassin knew she couldn’t rest on her laurels. She had Akino down but not yet out and, besides that, she had to also make up her lost ground from the first part of the mat. That meant making sure the fans got a good show and that meant…

Dropping down to take a seat on Akino’s upper back, facing off to the side, Samiya hooked her legs under the maid to secure herself. With both hands, she went to grab the wrist of that arm and hauled back on it, looking to lock Akino into a seated Fujiwara Armbar. Samiya’s biceps were substantially thicker than Akino’s and she anticipated few difficulties in putting some pain on the trapped limb.

In the midst of her frantic thrashing and kicking about Akino felt a weight settle onto her, holding her in place there on her front. And despite how dazed she was after getting her face stomped right into the mat, it wasn't hard to tell what was happening.

Samiya, completely remorseless in her assault, had ever so casually sat herself down on top of the blue haired maiden. But as much as Akino hated how helpless she felt while her foe used her like a common piece of furniture, that wasn't half as bad as what came immediately after.

"AAAAGHH!!" Akino screamed out in agony when her arm was trapped and yanked back. How ironic it was that Samiya's next move had been to lock in a hold highly similar to one that had almost won Akino the 24/7 Championship against Carmen Rodriguez. Was that the reason she'd chosen it, or was it purely coincidence? Akino had trouble believing it was the latter. But knowing which was the true reality wouldn't do anything to relieve her of the excruciating pain jolting through her arm. While she continued to scream and squirm, the ref knelt by them and asked if Akino wished to surrender.

"NEVER!" she roared defiantly, but it was clear there wasn't much she could do here. She didn't have the strength to throw Samiya off her arm the way Carmen had done to her in their title match. She was so gassed the idea of crawling to the ropes seemed impossible. And the constant pain made it far too difficult to effectively look for a weakness in Samiya's hold, if one even existed.

With no better option coming to mind, Akino tried to kick her legs and free arm out toward the nearest rope, which really wasn't all that near, and tried to inch herself closer to it. Whether she even had the strength to close that distance, or if Samiya had any remote interest in letting her attempt it, she couldn't know. But she had to try. It was all she could do...

Naturally, Samiya’s choice of hold was far from coincidental. As ever, the Schoolgirl Assassin was more than well informed about her opponent’s recent matches and, when picking holds, this one had been high on her list.

She hadn’t even needed to make the point herself. Akino’s mind would do that for her, while her pride would keep her solidly stuck in the armbar rather than just tapping out. She could say ‘Never’ as often and as loudly as she liked – it didn’t change the fact that she was going absolutely nowhere until Samiya said so.

Still, both her opponent and the fans had to give her credit for trying to crawl to the ropes.

With the best part of a hundred and fifty pounds sat high on her back and an arm trapped, any progress towards the ropes was going to be slow and painful for Akino. Added to which, they weren’t all that close to them either which meant the maid had a long way to drag the weight, further draining whatever strength she’d got left.

On the other hand, Samiya had something else in mind than just sitting here and working the arm for the rest of the match. She gave Akino enough time to get frustrated, and for the armbar to have as much effect on the trapped limb as she felt necessary, then she let go and stood up.

”Time for you to take a nap,” she sneered, right before going to kick Akino over onto her back in preparation. Preparation for applying her own finisher, the Storm Surge reverse triangle choke. It wasn’t quite infamous yet but, after she finished putting Akino to sleep with it, she felt it’d be well on its way.

Akino pulled, grunted and strained with all her might to try to inch along toward the ropes, screaming in agony through her efforts. But right now they felt a mile away. And no matter how hard she struggled, no matter how hard she fought, at most she'd managed to squirm a couple inches closer. Nowhere remotely near close enough to force a rope break. And to make matters worse, just moving as much as she had had all but drained whatever gas she had left in the tank.

The one-eyed maiden was starting to contemplate whether the seemingly inevitable broken arm would be worth it or not, until suddenly the weight on her back lifted off. An act of mercy? Maybe it had appeared so to some for a brief moment. But Akino knew Samiya's goals for tonight, on top of victory, included humiliation.

A stiff impact knocked Akino onto her back with a heavy grunt. There she could only cradle her wounded arm against her chest, and gasp for air while staring up at the lights through a squinting eye. She was drained and battered, but still unwilling to surrender this fight. Akino attempted to start sitting up, but even lifting an inch or so off the mat was difficult and put a strain on her. Despite her stubborn defiance, she was still vulnerable, a fact she was well aware Samiya intended to exploit.

Samiya of course had no idea about how much resistance the bluenette had left in her. Of course, she hadn’t wanted to actually break Akino’s arm. That was not her style and, while she was happy to cultivate a reputation, that was a bad one to have. Nobody wanted to fight someone who actually hurt their opponents.

In any case, she had plans for where to go next. She probably could have spun things out more, Akino showing little to no signs of resistance, but Samiya also needed to negate the punishment she’d taken earlier. Also, while she was doing better than Akino, she had taken a pounding and giving her opponent a chance to recoup was a very bad idea.

Before the stunned bluenette could go anywhere, Samiya spun around and dropped down on her upper chest. Grabbing Akino by the head and arm, the submission specialist went to secure them by looping a leg underneath. That ankle then caught in the crook of her opposing knee before the Schoolgirl Assassin settled back to plant her rump on the maid’s face – simultaneously tightening her triangle choke around Akino’s neck and shoulder.

This particular exercise in torture was her finisher, the Storm Surge: a mounted reverse triangle that put all of Samiya’s weight and power into crunching her opponent’s skull like an egg.

She was curious to see how long the other submission expert would last.

At this point Akino couldn't quite decide which was worse: the pain Samiya had inflicted on her over the last several minutes, or the humiliation of being dominated by a foe she so thoroughly hated. The latter was made even worse by the fact that Akino had a golden opportunity to be on the better end of this early in the match, and one second of hesitation was all it had taken to demolish all of her precious momentum.

For all her rage and fury, in the end it hadn't gotten her anywhere. She was lying in a battered heap at Samiya's feet. And despite the cocky nature of the Schoolgirl Assassin, Akino was already aware there'd be no more taunting the bull. No more chances to bounce back. Samiya had wounded her prey, and now she'd go for the kill. And sure enough...

"UGH!!" Akino gasped out when Samiya dropped her weight down onto her chest, knocking out most of whatever wind was left in her. Too week now to offer any sort of legitimate resistance, she could only weakly squirm while her foe's legs began to coil around her. Once she started to feel the constriction against her arm and neck Akino knew what was happening. But it was far too late by that point. Though of course, there was one final piece to complete the puzzle, which fell into place as Samiya rear descended onto Akino's face.

"Mmmmmph!!!" she screamed out while blushing both as a result of the immense pressure crushing her head and the sheer embarrassment of having her face firmly trapped under Samiya's ass. In a last desperate act her free limbs began to thrash wildly about. But there were no ropes nearby, and not nearly enough strength left in her to somehow break this hold. She was screwed, and that's all there was to it.

Not like this... she inwardly said, almost begging whatever divine forces that existed to save her. But, no such luck. Soon her struggles and muffled cries began to die down, before coming to a stop altogether. Akino had been knocked out in perhaps the most humiliating way possible, with her foe seated comfortably on her face.

Akino’s screams were barely audible, if that, the stocky grappler perched atop her muffling them under her backside. The Assassin could have reached back, could have levered her leg back to put even more pressure on the lock but there wasn’t much point. No, she’d got the match in the bag and now all she had to do was wait.

There was plenty of struggling but Samiya rode it out with contemptuous ease, slapping Akino’s limbs away whenever they came too close. And, with the blood to her brain cut off by the triangle, the pressure on her skull and Samiya’s weight bearing down on her, Akino had nowhere to go and no time to fight it.

It wasn’t long before her futile fight came to an end. The tattooed grappler kept her lock tight as the referee scooped up the bluenette’s wrist and let her hand fall once, twice and thrice. A signal to the timekeeper had the bell rung and Samiya’s music sang out, signalling the Schoolgirl Assassin was now two wins to nil against Akino Sanada.

By any standards, not a bad record so early in her career and Samiya was all smiles as the referee reluctantly raised her hand.

This time, she didn’t bother saying anything to the fans. As far as she was concerned, the match just ended said it all and it was pretty hard to disagree with that.