Valentina Cousins vs Misuzu Kishitani

Valentina rubbed her shoulders and arms as she waited behind the stage panels for her turn. She stretched her arms to the sides and was rewarded with several cracks and pops as her abused joints settled a bit into place. A couple quick tilts of her head resulted in another loud "pop" that made her wince.

Damn, I sound like an old lady already- thought the american wrestler. I thought that after all that boot camp mayhem I'd be more resilient, but damn those girls here work one for good. I can't remember the last time someone hit me as hard as in the last matches. Hell, I don't think anyone has actually hit me that hard ever.

Truth was, last matches had been anything but good. She had shown good moves, and once she got the match on her terms she had exploited his skills well enough. But then, something always happened. She got overconfident, or made a poor call on her attack, and had gotten her ass handled on a plate to her. Her trainers had made light of it, and she was enough of a good show when she was on the zone, but she knew she needed to really pick up the pace or she'd be stuck being a jobber for a long, long time. She really had to keep her sh** together now, and fast.

Psyched up by their thoughts, she went out with more energy than usual as the first lines of "Mie chan" started to blare through the loudspeakers, jogging through to the middle of the walkway to the ring where he stood for some seconds, bouncing in place, alternating between one foot and the other as she turned in a slow circle, lunging here and there with hands outstretched, as if she was going to grab someone from the public. They reacted as expected, with booing and hissing, some of them mocking her from behind the bars. To those, she ostensibly flipped a bird as she walked past. It was crass and uneducated, and elicited lots of outrage, especially from the japanese people, who were less accustomed to such outrageous behaviour. Back in the good old US of A, this would hardly been a surprise, with heels at least. But here it still got quite the response, and that made sure people remembered her.

No such thing as bad publicity, indeed.

Finally reaching the ring, Tina climbed to the ropes, then ostensibly blew a kiss in her hand and slapped her backside a couple of times, so that everyone in the audience- and the cam crews knew what did she think they could do if they didn't like her, before squeezing through the middle ropes and walking to her side of the ring, dismissing the referee's warnings with a wave of her hand.

Say what you will of her skills, but Valentina certainly knew how to lit up a crowd... even if not in the best way possible.

Relatively fresh off her recent win against Noel, and back on at civil terms, at least, with her roommate Momoka, it felt like things were looking up for Misuzu. She even got scheduled for another match so soon! Having gotten another taste of what it was like dominating another girl so thoroughly, the sadistic pervert was starving for more.

Dressed in her black bandeau bikini top with matching bottoms, the brown-haired girl appeared on stage to a chorus of boos. Fans were likely more than familiar with her ruthless underhanded moves by now, but living in infamy wasn't exactly a new experience for her, given her high school years. Uncaring of the crowds, Misuzu strolled down to the ring with a confident smirk on her face, quickly sliding up onto the canvas when she reached it.

Eyeing Valentina up and down, she could tell the girl probably wasn't very strong, and certainly the cute type that she loved to destroy so much. Judging by the booing even before she had entered, the audience didn't sound like it was exactly on her side either. It was certainly possible that she had a nasty streak herself, but the pervy ninja was pretty confident it wouldn't be a match for her own. Licking her lips, Misuzu's (not-bangs-covered) eye met Valentina's uncovered one, where she gave her opponent a deceptively sweet smile.

"I hope you have a nice screaming voice~"

Valentina, who had been indolently  leaning against the ropes looking as bored as she could muster, kept eyeing the girl who came down the aisle to meet her in the ring. Judging from the surge of boos that followed, she guessed she was as unpopular as herself. That probably meant she liked to fight dirty.

Well, that was kosher with her. She could do dirty, all right. Matter of fact, she'd enjoyed it. Most of the kawaiis were so sugar and spice it was tiring just to keep up with their japanese maidenhood and purity ideals and whatever will have you. Getting it on with someone who fought on their terms wouldn't be bad. The girl in front of her seemed relatively agile and fast. That was always a bother, but she preferred it this way. The nimble ones usually didn't hit so hard, so it'd be less taxing for her body, which had seen enough mistreatment lately. And we'll see how nimble could she be once she got her into grappling range.

Misuzu wrote:"I hope you have a nice screaming voice~"

Valentina huffed contemptuosly one hand in her hips, as tilted her head to get a nice look at Misuzu. So she went for that yandere crap, eh? Fine. We'd see who ended up screaming the most.

Why? Do you want me to set the pitch for when I get my hands on you and own your scrawny butt? Don't worry, hun. You'll scream just fine without a reference. I'll make sure of that

The bell came in. Valentina raised her hands in front of her face, ready to grab, and started to circle her rival...

Misuzu continued to smile as she assumed her ready stance, staring Valentina down eye-to-eye. Keeping her arms up as well, she matched the silver-haired girl's pace, while slowly inching closer and closer.

"Now I'm curious if I'd be able to hear that weird accent of yours while you cry... Why don't you give me a taste?"

Lunging forward, the pervy ninja did a feint as if she were about to match Valentina in a grapple, but instead stopped short and swung her leg up between the girl's thighs, more than eager to get things started quickly.

Tina kept her visible eye locked on the other girl. The eyepatch gimmick was a bit of a chore, to be honest. It affected her depth perception and created blind spots that she had to be extra aware of. The second part she didn't mind- it was good practice for her to get into the hang of judging distance and feeling the intent from an opponent, which was a good thing if you like grappling. The first one could be a real bother with people who were especially nimble on their feet and liked zoning, but well... It was part of her now. She knew that people felt it as part of her gimmick, so she couldn't well relinquish it. Even the memes it sprung in the forums were a help to her.

Although she did wish those would depict her with a somewhat more dignified clothing. Or with clothes, point.

In any case, she did feel Misuzu edging closer. She was playing the waiting game as well. It fit her just fine. She could wait, too. It was close now, a copule more steps and she would get in range of a grab. Even if she couldn't shoot for a slam or takedown right away, if she just grabbed on her clothes, she'd have options to judo throw her to her heart's content.

The girl raised her arms. Here it came. Tin positioned hers so she could go with one over, one under. She took those last steps...

Only she wasn't ready when she did. The japanese girl moved too fast, and by the time she could react, she was on her, and her leg became a blur. She only had time to clench her stomach and pull her hips backwards to roll with the impact, that burst like a bomb across her guts as foot met The Chamber of Secrets.

OOOMPH!. The impact knocked the air out of the american girl and made her stomach contract to what felt as half its regular size. Her hands flew to her crotch as she collapsed wordlessly into one knee. Her last second reaction had saved her from a much more devastating full frontal blow, but still her body could not momentarily cope with the onslaught of pain and forced her into a rather defenseless position, lost in her own private world of suffering.

This kind of felt like deja vu...

It seemed as though Valentina had caught on to her, but it was too little too late as Misuzu's foot still smacked the girl in her most tender place. Smiling, she watched as the eyepatched girl fell to a kneeling position before her. Even if she didn't scream, it was still a highly satisfying reaction.

And as much as Misuzu did want to watch her foe squirm in pain, she couldn't give her the time needed to recover. Grabbing Valentina by her hair, the sadistic girl pulled her forward and slammed her knee right into the girl's face, aiming for the eye socket area of the non-covered side.

Valentina cursed under her breath as she gasped for air. She wasn't a rookie anymore. Well, technically she was, but still, she should have known better than to fall for such a simple grapple feint. It didn't fit the style of the other girl at all, and she should have picked on that.

She had mighty little time to pursue that line of thought, though, as she felt a sharp tug and then a burning sensation shooting through her scalp. Misuzu had caught a grip of her hair and tugged brutally at it, and Valentina had to grit her teeth so hard that pinpoints of light danced in front of her eyes to stifle the shout that was already making her way from her lungs, and leave it as just a pained gasp.

She didn't have time to think of her burning scalp, either. Her rival took some distance and pulled her head forwards. Valentina had seen enough mock training fights and Pride fights on cable TV to know that pulling back and lowering one's head usually led to one thing. And right on cue, the japanese girl's knee came up, aiming straight for her face.

Tina threw her forearms in front of her face, just barely about in time to slide them in front of the knee. The blow was strong enough to push her entire guard back, and her own forearms bit into her face and nose with the strength of the recoil. Her eyes began to water, and she blinked furiously to try and keep her vision clear.

She needed time to think, and above all, time to recover. In normal situations, they were close enough for her to try some form of takedown, but right now her guts didn't feel like they were in a state to do something rash. She just crossed her arms and held them defensively at some distance in front of her face, to block any further attempts of kneeing, but making no move to counter for the time being.

Misuzu clicked her tongue in frustration as Valentina blocked her strike, but didn't stop to dwell on it. Still clutching her foe by the hair, the brunette planted her feet twisted her body around, aiming to throw the girl down to the mat. No sooner had she let go when she immediately dashed forward after her, attempting to kick Valentina in the chest as soon as her body would hit the canvas.

It seemed as if her rival wasn't about to let up on her any time soon. Valentina had hoped Misuzu would keep trying to knee her, or try to force her to drop her guard and spend precious seconds letting her gather her strength to a grapple, but her rival seemed more pragmatic than that. Seeing that her guard was up, she simply spun in place. She knew what was coming. She had used the snapmare often enough herself to set up chokes, and this was, in essence, not much different.

There was little she could do. Carried by the head and unable to resist, her body followed the motion around Misuzu's hips until centripetal force made its work and her feet, unable to keep up, left the ground, her back slamming hard against the math. Tina let out a grunt as most of the air on her lungs was knocked off, something that didn't do her already aching insides much good. Still, she noticed with pride, she had managed not to scream...

...until a shadow fell on her from the side of her field of view and something hard and heavy hit her square in the chest. The exploding ball of pain in her chest joined the one further down in a single thread, and this time she screamed.

GUWAAAAAGHH!- Tina rolled to one side, away from her rival and offering her back to her. She knew this was an invitation for even more pain, but she couldn't help it. Her only thought was to avoid another blow like the last one.

Misuzu's foot hit it's intended mark, earning her not only a satisfying feeling of impact but an equally satisfying scream of pain from Valentina. Smirking, the perverted brunette watched as her foe curled up on her side, relishing the sight of the silver-haired girl helpless and vulnerable before her.

Casually strolling right up behind the downed Valentina, Misuzu bent over and reached down, grabbing her foe's long hair with one hand, while the other grabbed the back of the girl's swimsuit near her waist. Attempting to push Valentina over onto her belly, pressing her face flat against the canvas with one hand, the petite brunette would viciously yank upwards with her other, intending to give her opponent a sharp wedgie.