Suzumi "The Tsunami" Ishikawa vs. Samiya Kusanagi

Suzumi rolled opposite of Samiya and laid on her back panting. She was absolutely gassed and struggling to get up. Suzumi slowly sat upright, and began to wobble her way up to her feet, her back clearly showing the damage of that hold. She couldn't stand up straight fully, so trying to win this fight was going to be a pain literally.

However, Suzumi planned to do just that. Somehow. Anyhow. Suzumi had to put this bitch in her place for what she said and what she did before their match. Same was the type who got off on others misfortune, and that was the type of person Suzumi hated most. For now, being able to rise up to her feet, still gasping for breath was a tiny victory.

A few dozen more tiny victories, and she would be right where she wanted to be. One small step at a time.

The Bow and Arrow hold had, admittedly, taken its toll on Samiya too. She was sweating nicely, the effort of taking Suzumi’s weight and the bouncing and all the rest of it combining to dig into even her prodigious reserves of strength and endurance. But, compared to what she’d put Suzumi through, it was nothing. And, while she wasn’t taking anything away from the Tsunami, the tattooed grappler likely had the edge in those regards. She still had enough in the tank to finish this match.

And now she was on a roll.

All she needed to do was keep on going.

That said, it wasn’t just about beating Suzumi into the ground. She wanted to break the veteran too, not just make her beg but make her quit. Retire.

That meant rubbing this in a bit so, while Samiya was first to her feet, she didn’t immediately rush in to attack. Not this time.

Instead, she smirked, spread her arms. Did her best to look as insufferably smug as she could.

”Is that really the best you’ve got? ‘Cause it seems to me someone should have retired you long ago, granny.”

Suzumi saw Samiya standing there looking like a pompous jerk. She must have had practice because as far as Suzumi could tell Samiya was very good at looking like a jerk. She rose and stared through Samiya. She remained still for one second before rushing forward ignoring all the pain in her body to move as quickly as she could.

Subtlety be damned, Suzumi was going to be direct and reckless. Suzumi jumped straight at Samiya reaching out to pull her foe's head forward and wrap it underneath her right arm, chocking the air out of her. Her legs would wrap around Samiya's thick torso and begin to squeeze there too, placing her in a guillotine hold! Suzumi screamed out as she gave this everything she had, intent on making Samiya pay!

Samiya’s plan had been meant to get one of two responses from Suzumi.

Option one - the veteran would just keep on lying there and looking pathetic, demonstrating to the crowd that Samiya had been right all along and that this was on the verge of breaking Suzumi. Or, option two, Suzumi would charge her and attack – demonstrating that she was still in the fight but giving the Schoolgirl Assassin a chance to dominate some more.

Her money had been on the second. And it was good to see she’d nailed that prediction perfectly.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the burst of speed that Suzumi mustered. It honestly caught her off guard – to the crowd’s audible delight as the Tsunami struck like her namesake.

The tattooed wrestler’s arms had been spread wide, partly for effect and partly in a well-disguised stance, ready to ambush Suzumi as she charged in.

But, because Suzumi moved faster than expected, Samiya’s arms were still flung wide – almost as if she was about to give the other wrestler a hug. Instead, she found herself carrying the Tsunami’s weight, her neck twisted into a choke hold as strong leg muscles constricted around her waist.

Suzumi wasn’t as strong as Samiya herself but she was still no weakling. Between the need to support the sudden added weight, the pain and asphyxiation caused by the choke and the pain in her midriff, the tattooed grappler staggered. Her arms wrapped around Suzumi’s own waist, partly to lessen the burden but also to add a squeeze of her own – the younger wrestler’s hands going to clasp in the small of her opponent’s back, looking to see if she could force Suzumi to break the hold.

Before she either passed out herself or the sleeper-bodyscissors put her on her knees.

The shooting pain in Suzumi's back was cause for an audible, ear splitting scream from the woman. However, as she shouted out in pain she tried to channel that into energy, energy to squeeze Samiya that much harder! "ARGH! Ngh..... no way Samiya... you won't beat me like this!" Suzumi hissed to Samiya.

There was no mistaking the venom, and determination in her words. Unfortunately for Suzumi Samiya stayed up. While Suzumi was confident in her dual squeeze, Samiya's power was undeniable. Suzumi kept her own hold locked in, confident in herself although her torso was throbbing already.

Making matters worse was the ropes. If same stumbled over holding Suzumi up, she would let go of her hold out of respect for fair play. Still Suzumi kept her hold locked in, looking to deal as much damage as she could!

This honestly wasn’t a good spot for either of them, even if the scream was satisfying.

Samiya would loved to respond, had quite a lot of ideas of things she could say in fact. But there was that arm locked tight around her neck, which made talking difficult. Added to that, she’d got a strong pair of legs trying to compress her waist and doing a good job of making breathing even harder. And, on top of that, she was carrying Suzumi’s weight, which wasn’t helping either.

Thus, she was saving all her breath for that struggle and would have even if she’d been able to talk.

Spreading her stance as much as she dared, Samiya blinked away the growing mists that clouded her vision and doubled down on the bearhug. Getting a tap wasn’t the point, all she wanted was to get Suzumi to let go. That meant squeezing harder, pressing her fists into Suzumi’s spine and shaking her as best she could.

She’d got a scream. Her arms were pretty fresh, which was more than could be said for Suzumi’s back, and she had a good position. In a contest of power, she’d bet on her bearhug over the bodyscissors. But what worried her was having to carry Suzumi’s weight and the sleeper.

She could feel her legs starting to shimmy, the lack of blood and oxygen leaving her dangerously light-headed and even more vulnerable.

If Suzumi didn’t look like letting go soon, Samiya would go to plan B – slamming the Tsunami down – and hope that’d do the job.

Suzumi and Samiya both refused to quit, the holds continuing and devastating both women. Suzumi began to feel Samiya waver a bit and was feeling confident. This had to be it, this is where she took Samiya down and shut her up. If only it were that simple. Suzumi felt a rush of energy as Samiya changed her stance slightly leading to a thunderous slam!

Suzumi hit the mat, letting go of her hold. She screamed out as her back again felt shockwaves of pain shooting throughout her torso. Suzumi arched her back and writhed on the mat, reaching with a hand to rub her back, kicking the mat in agony. Just when she thought she was going to break through Samiya she was down on the mat, gasping for breath and not moving herself.

On her back, motionless was the last place she wanted to be against a woman like Samiya. This could only end poorly for Suzumi.

Suzumi wasn’t letting go.

Alright then, it was Plan B and Plan B fortunately did the job.

But it came at a pretty steep cost and Suzumi wasn’t the only one barely moving afterwards.

While she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the slam, that didn’t mean it was fun times for Samiya. The impact meant that, for the instant before she let go, Suzumi had instinctively tightened her grip – then let go. Samiya’s ribs had bounced back into place again, drawing a thin whine from the Schoolgirl Assassin, while the pressure about her neck had very nearly had her out.

Suzumi might have been on her back, nearly out, but Samiya herself was down on all fours, breathing heavily. She’d got the other woman off her, but at the cost of a lot of energy. It was in fact pretty telling that Samiya didn’t have anything smart to say at this point. She just leant on hands and knees over Suzumi’s body, took deep breaths and tried to get her own body to work again.

Slowly, she could feel muscles starting to respond again but the Dragon Sleeper and Bodyscissors had taken a lot out of even her thick frame.

On the outside, the fans were striking up a “This is awesome” chant, interspersed heavily with them chanting for Suzumi.

Nobody was chanting for Samiya.

Suzumi was dazed, her pain so great that any movemet caused a rush of agony. With a loud groan she worked her way to her feet, panting heavily.

Samiya didn't look too hot herself. Suzumi felt a rush of confidence as her foe was just as bad off as she was. She had to lock in the Tsunami sleeper in the middle of the ring somehow.

Suzumi moved as quickly as her battered body would allow, trying to rush Samiya and dive low, and feet first! The low running dropkick was aimed at Samiya's knee, Suzumi trying to take away her vertical base!

It was a good few seconds before either woman really moved. Then they both pulled back, almost at the same time. Samiya scuttled back first, scrambling off Suzumi to put a safe distance between them while she regrouped.

Not that she was destined to have time to enjoy it. Suzumi had been applying her submission before Samiya had added her own hug and that, plus the bear hug, plus the nature of the Dragon Sleeper/bodyscissors combo, meant that the Schoolgirl Assassin was only starting to get to her feet as her opponent did. And Suzumi was the first to manage an attack.

Samiya had just managed to get both legs under her as Suzumi rushed in. The Tsunami was by no means moving as fast as she’d done before, but neither was Samiya. And, on top of that, Samiya didn’t expect her to go low.

That meant that the tattooed fighter’s defences were up high, completely out of position as Suzumi dropped under her reach to hammer a low running dropkick into Samiya’s knee.

Samiya, footing none too sure already, dropped back down to one knee, a shout of pain escaping her tightly pressed lips. She tried to struggle back to her feet but the strain of the match was slowing her enough that Suzumi definitely had an opening here.