Isafold Hjalmarsdottir vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Cold As Ice

God, this hurt. Why the hell did it hurt so much?

Kaede did work out. She had a good body, and that came from a fairly strict training schedule. Nice, solid legs. But that was nothing compared to the raw power she was feeling from Isa’s thighs. They were crushing, a relentless raw power that seemed to only get worse with each passing second. As if Isa’s legs were a trash compactor, and her body was the trash, and she was just grinding away, smashing…

She needed a way out. She needed an escape. And, as Isa adjusted the hold to move up her, she thought she could see one.

Kaede looked around, watching the referee, who was quite intently watching her. Probably expecting a tap out anytime soon, making sure it wasn’t missed. That worked just fine for what she had in mind.

Kaede stared at the referee for a moment, then moved her gaze the side, as if she was looking at something behind the referee, as if someone were coming down the ramp. Her eyes widened, and she pointed behind her, frantic. ”Ref, lookout!”

The referee was quick to spin about, no doubt learning from a lifetime of wrestlers interfering in other wrestler’s matches. She was only looking away for a second, but a second was all Kaede needed to jerk around, open her mouth, and bite Isa’s shin.

Kaede's concept of a good and strong body seemed to be quite different from Isa's. The blonde was considering her opponent to be just more like a slim teenager. Well, Kaede probably was quite fit, but apart from a few strikes, the punk didn't seem to possess any power that would have really impressed Isa.

And for now, Isa was all about making Kaede impressed of hers.

The blondes plans were soon interrupted though by Kaede's shouting. Glancing behing her what an earth was going on, Isa first let out a surprised "What?!?", then an angry "ARGH!!" as she could see, and feel, Kaede's teeth biting into her shin.

Immediately letting go of her hold, Isa proceeded to quickly raise back up to her feet. And now she was angry.

"Biting? Seriously?!? That's pathetic!" she shouted at Kaede's direction. It was the first time anyone would do anything like that to her in a match. And she did not appreciate it. Not at all.

As soon as Kaede would be trying to get up, Isa would be ready. She was going to make the punk pay for that.

Success!

Yes, it was a little underhanded, but the important thing was that it worked. And yes, the referee hadn’t seen it, but as far as Kaede was concerned, that was perfectly fine. After all, it was a normal thing for sports teams to try and find ways to skirt around the rules, to push the limits. Why should she feel shame for taking advantage of a blindspot?

She was still hurting, though, and she knew she would do well to avoid Isa and her lethal legs for a few moments. The second she was free, Kaede rolled away, tumbling under the ropes, and went to her feet on the ringside floor. Hurting, aching, desperate for air, she stumbled away while she grabbed her midsection.

”You’ve got no proof! Nothing!” She wagged her finger at Isa, as the confused referee attempted to make heads or tails of any of it. ”Not. A. Thing. Tell her to back up, ref!”

Kaede hopped up on the apron and started to make her way in through the ropes, but she kept close watch on Isa as she re-entered, ready to jump right back out if she made a move towards her. Strategy.

Isa couldn't believe the course of action Kaede had chosen. Well, to be honest, biting kind of made sense with what she had found out about the punk's fighting style and personality so far. But still, Isa was shocked. In her opinion, and based on the booing she heard, apparently in most of the audience's opinion as well, biting had no place in a wrestling match.

Frankly, for a moment there Isa had been seriously angry. And to be honest, Kaede's quick escape out of the ring ended up serving both of their interests. Had Isa gotten her hands on the teen immediately when she wanted, there was no guarantee she wouldn't have done something along the lines of driving her fist into back on Kaede's head. And that wouldn't have appeared too delicate.

While Kaede got herself a moment to recover, Isa got herself a moment to cool down a bit. Win-win.

But cooling down didn't mean losing the will to get revenge. Even if the blonde wasn't going to exit the ring, she was still following Kaede like a shark. As soon as the punk was attempting to re-enter the ring, Isa was coming right at her.

And immediately, Kaede jumped right back out. Huh. Well, if the Japanese was already so seemingly afraid of her, that had to be a good thing, right? And such intimidation would only make Isa look even better for the crowds.

"Back up? Ha, why should I back up? I have all the time in the world here... Sooner or later you have to get back in here anyway, it's just a matter of how much of a coward you want to be..."
Isa's tone had lost some of its usual kindness, which had been replaced by a hint of an audible willingness to get her hands, or rather legs, on the girl.

Isa was fine with playing cat and mouse. Shaking her legs in the process, she was preparing to snatch Kaede right between them. Whenever Kaede would decide to get back up in the ring, the blonde would be there ready to tuck the punk right back between her hungry thighs the fastest way possible. That was her strategy anyway.

So far, this was working out perfectly.

In a manner of speaking, anyway. If things were really perfect, she’d be in the ring, pinning Isa and scoring her first and much deserved victory in Friction, after adequately displaying her skills. Instead she was on the outside of the ring, catching her breath and making sure all of her ribs were in their proper place.

But, considering the reality of the current situation, Kaede felt she was doing better than okay. Yeah, okay, Isa had big, meaty, wrestler-killing thighs. So what? She had to get her enemies in between them to work her thigh magic, and Kaede wasn’t dense enough to fall for the same trick twice. She was ready to show white-haired witch exactly what she was capable of, now.

Just as soon as she got in the ring. Or, to be more accurate, when Isa let her come inside.

She ran to one side, and Isa was there.

She dashed to the other, and Isa was there.

She tried a fake out by ducking underneath the apron and coming out to the other side...but Isa was there, waiting, her legs waiting there like the Sword of Damocles. And there was that other little problem to deal with.

”6! 7!”

Yeah, the whole countout thing. Kaede didn’t want to lose, and she damn sure didn’t want to lose to a count of all things. She had to get back inside the ring. Now.

With a deep breath, Kaede dashed in under the ropes at the last possible second and attempted to pop back to her feet as quick as she could, hoping to escape before Isa could wrap her legs around her.

Now this was getting comical. Or it probably would have been, if Isa hadn't been so concentrated on paying back Kaede by now. The punk seemed to had lost all her guts. Maybe she knew what was coming. Or maybe not, and she actually was just a coward. Either way, Isa wasn't the one hurting from that.

Crowds seemed to have an opinion though. And it wasn't flattering the aspiring hometown heroine.

With the count reaching ever higher numbers, Kaede's time was running short. And if the punk had thought that spending the maximum possible time out of the ring to recover would help her, she'd be dead wrong. Waiting till the last second meant that Kaede's only option was to return to the ring immediately, regardless if Isa's position was a favorable one for her. And Isa was making sure it wouldn't be.

Kaede had probably intended her excursion out of the ring to serve as a good escape from Isa's legs. Now, she was forced to jump back up into the ring right towards Isa's thighs waiting for her. Kamikaze.

Sure, Kaede wanted to escape her fate. It just wasn't happening. Getting up to her knees, she tried to avoid Isa to the side, but the blonde would be sure to grab the punk's arm. Isa wanted to then tuck Kaede's head firmly between her thighs, and the blonde would be taking support from the top rope to make the head scissor hold even more devastating.

There was a moment, brief as it was, where Kaede thought she’d managed to get back in the ring without getting sent off to Isa’s legjail. It was brief, yes, but as she made her way to her knees, she thought she only had one, quick hurdle to climb before she in the clear.

Then she felt hand, supple yet strong, grabbing her arm. Then she knew pain was coming.

”Waitwaitwait-”

In went Kaede head between Isa’s legs, which promptly slammed shut. She immediately found herself wishing she’d just stayed in the ring and taken whatever Isa was about to dish out - it couldn’t have been worse than what she was taking now. Everything became deathly quiet as those thighs clamped over her ears, and all she could hear was the faint roar of the crowd, the pounding in her ears, and the sound of her own shrill shrieks as they echoed through her body.

The good news was that, since Isa was grabbing the ropes, she could only hold for about five seconds before the referee would make her let go. The bad news was that five seconds could be a damn long time when you were in unbearable, constant agony.

Based on how her precious strategy had worked, the career of a strategy consultant seemed to be one of the least suitable ones for Kaede. All the pink-headed girl had managed to do was make herself look like a coward in the process, and still she was getting exactly the punishment she had been trying to avoid.

Isa couldn't complain though. She knew the perfect revenge for Kaede's unsportsmanlike decision to use her teeth would be exactly what the blonde was doing now. Making the punk suffer between her legs was something Kaede surely wouldn't be enjoying. And based on the shrieks she was hearing, that assumption was correct.

Plus, it was an exceptionally powerful position to have Kaede kneeling in front of her, suffering from the might of her thighs.

"That's what you get for biting, you brat!"

OK, technically Isa was breaking the rules a bit. Just a bit. Taking support from the ropes meant she couldn't hold on that long, but that was okay. Isa could still make the point. Besides, it didn't really count as breaking the rules provided she didn't reach the five count. At least not nearly as much as biting did.

Anyway, Isa had to let go of the ropes sooner or later. And with the referee already reaching number three, she had to act. Pushing herself away from the ropes, Isa let herself fall backwards towards a sitting position. Hoping to keep Kaede's head still between her thighs while falling, she wanted to drive the punk's head to the mat in the process.

Okay. So. Kaede was willing to concede that maybe, possibly, ostensibly, with a modicum of regret and a pinch of forethought, that there was a small, tiny little chance that biting Isa’s leg was not the best idea she’d ever had.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, yes. It got her free, yes. It was funny to hear Isa squawk, yes. But the price seemed to be that she was having to spend time in a hard, leggy prison, one that she was having great trouble escaping from. It hurt like blazes, but she was starting to feel that her refusal to tap wasn’t going to be an issue for long. The more she stayed in the hold, the woozier she was feeling, and she doubted Isa cared all that much if she got a knockout or submission.

For a moment, as Isa let go of the ropes, Kaede breathed a sigh of relief...or, well, a half-breath of relief, anyway, which was the best she could in the current circumstance. She wasn’t free, but at least they were away from the ropes and her superior position. Right?

That fleeting more of relief ended when Isa rammed her head into the mat, driving her into the canvas like a stubborn nail. The ring shook and Kaede shook along with it, briefly going limp in the hold as her entire world went black for a moment. When the lights came back on, the pink punkette went into another thrashing fit, squirming all about, furiously fighting to get free, kicking and bucking and twisting and-

None of it was probably going to work.

Now this was getting easy. Once Isa managed to get her legs around a girl, things would usually go uphill from that point on. And she wasn't going to let Kaede be an exception to the rule.

No, instead this punk needed to be taught a lesson. Sure, Kaede might have considered herself to be a great fighter and all. But based on what Isa had seen so far, there was nothing that impressed her. Nothing that would make her want to spare Kaede from the might of her legs. Had the Japanese kid been kind and fought fair, Isa could have probably been as well, but as of now the blonde felt nothing but dislike towards her pink-haired opponent.

So, ramming Kaede's head to the canvas was fun indeed. Even if it meant that when hitting the mat, Isa would have to release her hold for a while.

Except that ooops. Even when getting her head free, Kaede wasn't moving. Was she out? Really? Had Isa taken it too far?

For a moment Isa forgot that this was a wrestling match, and Kaede being out cold would have been a good thing. The blonde leaned over her foe to check out her condition.

Thankfully, Isa's brief moment of panic soon faded away as Kaede started squirming again. It was actually a fun moment, as for a second the punk didn't even seem to realise being free from the hold. Well, that would only be temporary.

Since Kaede was still willing to fight, Isa would quickly position herself so that she'd be able to try grabbing hold of Kaede's legs. Then tucking them in her armpits, the blonde's plan was to drag Kaede on her belly like a ragdoll towards the center of the ring. Isa wanted to make sure the punk had to say bye-bye to rope breaks from now on.