Elsa Grey vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Be Careful What You Wish For

Match Type: Backstage Brawl POW
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO. No Disqualifications
Victory Stipulations: Whoever loses becomes the indefinite property of the winner.


Kaede was starting to get the strong suspicion that someone in management really hated her.

She first suspected it after her hellacious match with Jessica, when they put her up against the titanic wrestler. That was a clear setup, going for a match that didn’t favor her, with an opponent she wasn’t quite ready for. Clearly, management did it to send a message, wanting to punish her for speaking out against them when they didn’t give her the respect she rightly deserved.

She was A-list. Top tier. The cream of the crop. Sure, she hadn’t won any matches yet, but that was all situational stuff, scenarios designed to trip her up. She just wasn’t used to fighting in the ring yet. In a street fight, in a real street fight, she couldn’t be beat.

Kaede knew it. Management knew it. So when they caved and gave her what she wanted, she was all smiles. At first.

That lasted about as long as it took her to start hearing something about her opponent, Elsa Grey. The woman’s matches were blocked by the AFW’s paysite, but from what she’d heard, she was a ruthless, merciless sort of fighter. ‘Monster’. ‘Demon’. ‘Evil’. Those were the sorts of words that seemed to go along with her, and people seemed hesitant to say much more than that. And apparently whoever set her up with Jessica was still doing the booking, because it was another POW match.

As one could imagine, it didn’t help her nerves, but that way Kaede saw it, whoever Elsa Grey was, she was human. Every human in the world went down if you hit them with a kendo stick enough times.

That was exactly the item that Kaede brought when she showed up to the parking garage, decking in her usual blue attire. This time she kept her getta on, not wanting to get her bare feet on the hard cement, but she tossed her jacket and hat off to the side. After that, it was just a matter of waiting. The referee was already there, standing by in a corner behind a van to give them some safe distance, the cameras were catching everything for a later play on TV. She just needed her opponent, Elsa Grey. Whoever that really was...

And Elsa was pleased as ever to oblige. She was surprised at the sudden surge in activity again, but any offer involving the "prisoner of war" stipulation instantly put her in a good mood. Not only that, but this one was contracted to be indefinite at Elsa's request: she could break and play with this poor thing over and over until Elsa was well and completely satisfied. And given how much she loved to torture cute girls… that could be quite a while. For such an evil and undeserving woman, Elsa Grey was certainly in someone's favor.

Her thick boots clicked loudly in the mostly empty parking garage as she came across her prey: a pink haired Japanese girl that couldn't be long out of high school. The kid seemed to have a chip on her shoulder and a kendo stick over the other, but that only made things more enticing. Sure, there was fun to be had with a helpless, grovelling weakling that never put up a fight, but someone like that could get old much sooner. This girl, this Kaede… the spunk she simply exuded like an aura… it would make breaking her, over and over again more satisfying each day.

"Are you looking for me, fraulien?" She chirped happily, drawing the attention of everyone involved to her.

Based on Elsa’s rep, Kaede was expecting some kind of seven foot tall Amazon of a woman, with her scrapping the ceiling and mountains of muscles. Those were becoming less and less uncommon in the AFW. Bigger, stronger women were making their mark in the league, which wasn’t the best thing for fighters in her unique ‘class’.

Thankfully, that wasn’t what she got. In fact, when Elsa finally turned up, Kaede was visibly relieved.

Elsa wasn’t small or anything, but she wasn’t a She-Hulk, either. Tall for a woman, but not the biggest by any measure. Good body. Nice, shiny hair. Thick accent.

She was a woman. A hot woman, sure, but nothing to write home about.

Kaede had a hardly laugh and let her hands drop, easing up considering. ”Damn right I was, kraut.” She snorted and started to pace, looking Elsa up and down. ”You sure you’re up for this? I can find you a nice pole to hump, if you like. Thinking that might be a little more your speed.”

Elsa giggled a happy, girlish giggle in response to her opponent's taunts. This little thing was just as proud and fiesty as she could have hoped. "I would be careful if I were you," she cooed, strutting gradually closer to her pink-haired counterpart. "You never know if you're talking to someone… dangerous," she whispered, practically pressed up against Kaede's almost half-naked body as she stroked a pair of fingers down her face. After a chilling sigh and a smile, though, she backed off, placing her hands on her hips. "Well, whenever you are ready, let us begin."

Kaede just leaned back and had a full laugh as Elsa spoke and started to come her way. ”Careful? Bitch, who do you think...you…”

Her words trailed off when she realized how close Elsa was getting. Damn close. ‘Personal space’ close. Close enough for Kaede to make a reasonable guess on what the German had for dinner. The way she touched her brought a shiver down the teenager’s spine and made her stand ramrod straight, not entirely sure what to make of the display.

Kaede looked at the referee. The referee looked back at her. Blank faces on them both.

”O...kay, then.” Kaede psyched herself up with a few quick breaths, then brought the kendo stick down with a mighty strike on the floor, its sharp crack echoing about the ring. ”Let’s go, sugartits!”

The referee gave the signal and Kaede moved like a horse out of the gate, charging straight for her foe. Never one for subtlety or slow starts, she swung the kendo stick in a wild, sideways arch, aiming for Elsa’s proudly displayed chest.

Although Elsa had intended to let Kaede make the first move, stoke the flames of her ego a bit, she wasn't fully prepared for the weapon in the girl's hands to strike her bare skin. When the kendo stick cracked with the impact, Elsa winced, gritting her teeth and even covering where it hit with a step back. But she didn't yelp, she didn't squeal or scream, and where tears might have filled another girl's eyes hers were only filled with a bestial fury. Only recoiling for the brief moment, she responded with a fist firing off like a torpedo, aimed for Kaede's belly button. If it connected, she wouldn't relent there, swinging her other hand into the teen's cheek, and stepping in to grab her shoulders. The combo would end with a pair of knee strikes digging deep into Kaede's abdomen, before Elsa gripped her by the hair and slammed her skull into a nearby car.

Kaede had been worried that her swinging arm might be a little out of practice, but those fears dissipated when she hit not one, but both of Elsa’s breasts in one swing. ”Two points!”

Normally, her taunt wouldn’t have been a mistake. Her opponent would need a few seconds to recover, more than enough time to set up another attack.

But Elsa wasn’t quite that normal, it seemed. She recovered, faster than Kaede thought possible, and the results were fierce.

The stomach shot bent her over.

The blow to her face knocked her upright.

The knees bent her over again.

And her skull getting slammed into the car was enough to bring Kaede to her knees.

Her mind racing at the speed of sound, she haphazardly made her way to her feet, her getta clicking about on the pavement with uncertain steps. Stunned, working more on instinct than anything, she turned Elsa’s way again and swung the kendo stick once more, this time not aiming for anything in particular.

The happy, almost innocent joy Elsa wore at the start of the match was nowhere to be found, and as the second blow went colliding with her shoulder, she simply scowled, letting the leather of her jacket absorb the worst of the impact. "You might think you're clever, fighting like a mad dog," she spat, pulling her opponent in by the hair and slamming s knee into her face, "but even wild dogs can be made to heel, taught to beg." She gripped tightly onto Kaede's sarashi, using it to hold the girl in place as she brought more knees into her stomach. "And those that can't," she leaned back and brought her leg higher, driving her boot into her victim's belly likely with enough force to rip her top and send her crashing into the car, "are put down."

Kaede rarely thought herself clever for any reason in particular. This was the way she fought. This was the way she’d always fought. It had gotten her far in life, so she stuck with it.

At least, it got her far in life before she came to the AFW. These days…

Kaede was savvy enough to realize that Elsa was trained in some martial art, though the head trauma made it difficult to suss out what exactly. The blow to the face made her whole world hazy, and opened up for shot after shot after shot into her stomach - a target that Elsa apparently liked. By the time Kaede could muster up enough sense to block a knee, she was already having her sarashi ripped open with the final blow, sending her onto the hood car and knocking the kendo stick out of her hand.

Kaede was in a world of pain, but she didn’t lay there for too long - instead, she rolled along the trunk and flopped over to the side when the kendo stick had fallen, getting to her knees and madly reaching for her weapon of choice. She just needed to get her shit together and collect things for a moment, and the stick would help her do that if she could land a solid blow with the damn thing...

Watching her opponent flop around helplessly did wonders to restore her mood, and Elsa chuckled with delight even as Kaede rolled off the car and reached to retrieve her weapon. "No, no, no," she cooed in a motherly tone as she threw kick forward, slamming her boot between the downed girl's legs. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, the initial assault was more furious than was usual for her, by both parties, and soon she discarded her own jacket to cool down. If the kick had sufficiently incapacitated her opponent, Elsa would sit down on her back, mounting the teen's arms over her knees and pulling her head back in a camel clutch… and then a bit farther. Leaning forward, the German woman would fold her arm over Kaede's head, stuffing her face into Elsa's armpit and leaning back to stretch her even further. The sadistic woman even reached the other arm over to humiliatingly grope the poor girl as she was practically folded in two.