Debut! Masuyo Ai vs Valley Doll

This fatigue was starting to bear on her. As though a heavy weight filled her upper body, Masuyo felt herself slowing down. Or rather, just getting heavier. She could still move with speed, but it would take more and more strength.

Valley on the other hand, clearly wasn't as bothered as she was. Adaptable and resilient. A dangerous combination that Masuyo would have to approach carefully. There was still plenty more damage to deal to slow her opponent down.

Managing that was her priority now. Speed is everything in battle, especially when one lacked the strength to stand toe to toe with an opponent. Without that advantage, they would be on even ground. Masuyo was confident that the she could come out on top with ease.

Seeing Valley approach, she prepared for one of her kicks. Even so, she just barely managed to get her arms up in a guard in time for it. So fast. The snap of her leg threatened to split the air in two.

“Mph!” She winced.

That kick wasn't just a probe. Masuyo wasn't sure if she could still be standing without her arms between them. Instead it sent her flying back to the ropes. She expelled a hefty breath from her lips as she bent into the elastic material.

Ignoring most of the pain, Masuyo would deftly bounce back from off the ropes, flying towards Valley with a clothesline.

Valley had been raised a good Catholic girl, and aside from her liking the ladies as well as the men, she’d managed to stick to that pretty well. That, at least according to her mother, meant she didn’t curse.

But, when she shot her leg out and Masuyo managed to block her kick, she almost accidently broke the taboo. Whether she meant to be or not, this newcomer was starting to become a real frustration. She didn’t think it would be easy to put her down, but her instincts proved difficult to get through, and even if the Slamazon could manage that, there was still a hard, iron body to contend with. It all pointed towards a protracted fight.

Either talent was getting tougher these days or she was getting weaker. Hopefully the former.

Regardless, while Valley’s kick was blocked and didn’t have the effect she wanted, it did have an effect. Masuyo was knocked back to the ropes, and to her surprise, the MMA maven showed some ring prowess and actually used them to her advantage, bouncing of them and coming back at Valley with a clothesline.

Not bad. If Valley had the time, she might’ve given her a compliment. Impressive as it was, though, Valley wasn’t without her counters.

She ducked under the clothesline, but it didn’t end there, as she reached up to grab the arm and bringing it with her. Valley came out behind Masuyo and leaped up to swing her legs around, looking to catch the Demon’s other arm with her legs. From there, it was just a matter of trying to jerk back and bringing her opponent’s shoulders to the mat with a crucifix pin - just like with the Northern Lights, she doubted she could get more than a one count, two at best, but she liked keeping Masuyo on her toes, making her think a pin could come out of nowhere any second.

Now this was starting to get dicey. Her leg was just starting to fully recover, but that was never anything more than support.  Her upper body was where her advantage lied, and Valley was fixing to work that against her.

What was this hold? The pressure building in her shoulders felt like it they were going to explode. The weight bearing down on her forced her knees to buckle. Her eyes bulged, teeth clenched, every muscle screaming to stay standing. Quickly enough, this was proving impossible.

So, same as always, rather than fight against an unstoppable force like Valley, she moved with it. Bearing her teeth, she clenched her legs and clenched her quads, primed her calves. Letting out a cry, she made her move.

“Don't mess with me, lightweight!”

She leaped up as high as she could with Valley pressing down on her. Bracing herself, she fell back, aiming to press Valley into the ground. If she could manage it, she'd hopefully have loosened the grip on her enough to break free just as the ref got a count in.

After the pained gasp, of course, since this was going to hurt her quite a bit. But if one match passed without at least one reckless action, Masuyo clearly wasn't thinking straight.

Typically, when Valley pulled this move off on her opponents, they just sort of went down for the pin. Valley wasn’t a heavy woman by any definition, but she could shift her weight easily enough to make standing nigh impossible for her foe, and the awkward position of it would help her along.

In theory. But, as Valley was quickly learning, Masuyo was a special sort of woman who could resist in her special sorts of ways. She fought the crucifix. Hard. Amazingly hard. And the fruits of her labor wound up being more pain for the Slamazon.

Valley would give her credit for this much: it was a novel way to fight out of the Crucifix. Effective, too, in a car crash sort of way. Masuyo came down on top of her in the worst way possible, practically spiking her into the mat, and the effect rippling through her entire body. Valley cried out after the impact and started to roll away from Masuyo, hoping to make some distance between them and catch her breath.

This kind of maneuver showed it perfectly. This is why Masuyo was such a dangerous competitor. Not only was she strong, resilient, and, for the most part, unpredictable. She was courageous. Stupidly courageous. She was a woman who adorned her scars proudly. Taking blows, some not even meant for her, was an odd habit, even if they could be easily avoided. Gaws and bandages were almost like a second skin to her. Whatever harm came to her never really seemed to matter. Until it was too late, at least.

Masuyo let out a loud groan as she felt the effects of her attack ripple across her back. The force was necessary, but harsh nonetheless. The sharp pain in her spine forced her back to arch off the mat and her teeth to clench behind a pair of tightened llps. It wasn’t terrible or backbreaking by any accounts, but it still hurt. Either way, she took comfort in knowing that whatever she was going through, her opponent was fairing a whole lot worse. The move did its job pretty well by the looks of it.

She was relieved to hear Valley’s pained yelp. It meant she wasn’t going to be alone in the event she needed to recover.

No. She’s right there. You can take her down. She’s hurt, too. Reach her, and this match is as good as over. Bear with it. Bite down. Pray. Stand. Walk.

Breaking her arms away from the hold, she noticed Valley rolling away from her. Making her way to her feet, she’d make her way towards the downed champion, intent on capitalizing her on her strike with a rear chokehold. Inwardly, she cursed herself for her slowness as she approached the woman. That suicide dive may not have been worth it.

That was a crazy move Masuyo had pulled off, but that was the great thing about wrestling: crazy often paid off.

It was great for Masuyo, at least. For Valley, it meant a lot of pain, enough to make her beat a temporary retreat to get some space between them. She was hurting, but not so much that she couldn’t realize the danger she was in, as she tried to rise with her back to her opponent. Open. Vulnerable. This demoness was clearly not a woman who let opportunities slip, so…

”Ghk!” Yep, there was the arm around her throat, squeezing tight, cutting off her circulation. Masuyo locked it in quite well, too. A lot of girls didn’t apply enough pressure, or worked it wrong against the chin. Not this one. Nice force, nice torque. Valley was getting choked professionally.

She fought, of course, but there was only so much she could do on the floor, with a heavier and determined woman bearing down on her. Valley had some ideas, she’d gotten out of similar situations before, but she needed to be standing, first.

So, upwards she went. Valley planted one foot on the floor, then another, then started to stand as she grasped Masuyo’s arm for support, fighting her way up to a vertical base.

It was only a few moments into the chokehold until Masuyo realized that Valley was fighting back. Impressive, really. She’d knocked more than a few men out with this that were much heavier and rougher than Valley, and they weren’t struggling nearly as much as she was at this point. This woman must have a wealth of experience with this move. Not a huge surprise. Not to Masuyo. It's a popular move. She’d seen kids on playgrounds accidently knocking their friends out with it. There’s no telling how many times her opponent must have been trapped like this. But she’d never faced Masuyo before. Without any hesitation, she went to apply more pressure.

Then, as she began to tighten the hold that she realized another thing. Her arms were hurting like a bitch. She was hurting all over in fact. That lead to the final revelation. Valley’s attacks felt way, way worse than getting punched. Strikes she could deal with. Get hit, draw a bit of blood, don't freak out, hit them back. These holds were something else. The lingering pain and aftershock ravaging her tendons and nerves sent shock after shock into her system with every effort. It was practically sapping her morale. This was the work of a world-class fighter.

A bit of desperation began to form in her mind. She was going to drag this champion down with her, straight into Hell, here and now. Bringing her legs up, Masuyo wrapped her legs around Valley, intent on stopping her from rising to her feet.

“Come on. Just...submit already...or...you'll...pass...out.” She said, breathing warms breaths against Valley's ear.

There was a hint of irony in that statement, given that Masuyo wasn’t hanging on so greatly herself. The bodyscissors were taking a tremendous amount of effort. She fought against the gravity driving downwards, fought against Valley pushing back up against her, fought against the pain tearing her apart from the inside. She was fighting so many fronts at once, surrendering on any one side could cause her to capsize. The Demon had to end this now, or else things were going to look so good if the champion ever got the chance to get her wind back.

Redoubling her efforts, she’d attempt to tighten the hold around the blonde fighter’s neck while keeping her scissors applied around her waist, daring Valley to stand against her raw strength.

Up. Up. Up. Just a bit more. Valley fought as hard as she could to rise, but she was going against a stronger woman here. If she’d had any doubts about that, any questions on who had the more powerful body between them, they were completely erased with this - she could feel the corded muscle working within Masuyo’s body, the inexorable grip that threatened to squeeze the life clean out of her. But if she could just get up a little more, maybe she could bounce off the ropes, and-

Whatever plan she’d been concocting, it came to nothing when Masuyo’s legs wrapped around her waist and forced them both back to the floor, anchoring Valley to the mat. Now she had two very real problems to deal with. The choke was getting dangerously close to putting her down, and the scissorhold ensured that she would be aching all the way. Masuyo’s legs weren’t as ungodly strong as the last woman who’d done this to her, but they were still more than sufficient to crack bones and end matches.

Valley could only shake her head at the suggestion, heatedly whispered into her ear. It made her shiver, as Masuyo unknowingly triggered one of her hotspots, but beyond that, there was nothing erotic about the moment. She wasn’t going to tap, that wasn’t happening. However, her body could give up, even if her mind refused. She was growing weaker. Her struggles becoming more sluggish. She was rapidly reaching the point of no return…

But Valley wasn’t without her tricks. She’d been in a similar situation with Alicia, and she tried to solve her problem with a similar solution. Planting her feet on the mat, she pushed up and bridged out, pushing Masuyo’s shoulders to the mat in an attempt to pin her. It had worked the last time, but even if it didn’t, she was hoping it would at least make her opponent let go of the hold.

Ah, thank god. The woman fell over. Her strength must be waning. This match was as good as over. Masuyo could already see herself with the woman’s belt around her waist. Not that she was earning right now, of course. But a rookie flooring a champion, and on her debut no less? She’d at least earned a preview of her future glory. After Valley gave her permission, obviously. No need to be rude.

The sound of Valley’s legs slamming onto the mat snapped Masuyo out of her delusion. She transitioned into a bridge, pressing Masuyo into the floor. She shook her head in defiance at her suggestion to submit. Maybe she was feeling desperate. Actaully, what was she doing? Trying to get away towards the ropes? She must be really desperate. Masuyo had plenty of weight on her and just enough energy in reserve to put her down.

ONE!

What the-? She turned with a perplexed expression to look at the referee, her arm raised high in the air.

TWO!

Her shoulders! Unwrapping her arms and legs, Masuyo frantically threw Valley off her as she rolled away from the champion. She got to her knees just in time to see the referee’s hand just inches away from the mat. Giving a heavy sigh of relief, she looked back towards her opponent.

This was just getting tougher and tougher now. That was clever. Masuyo’s inexperience was starting to shine with that maneuver. This woman wasn’t going down. Her eyes fixed on the blonde brawler, gritting her teeth and drawing heavy breaths. Forget the drawn out submissions. Maybe all she needed was one good slam. Put her out cold with a nice little bruise.

Moving to her feet, she breathed out and...fell back to her knees. At first, she was feeling the frustration rise, bubbling to the surface of her skin. But then, there was an odd pleasantry in seeing Valley giving her all, exhausted in front of her. From her scowl came a tiny smile. Then a chuckle. It would have led to a smile, if not for the pain. This was sapping her faster than she expected. Her vision blurred, she felt slow and heavy, all of her muscles were screaming out in pain. Nevertheless, she wasn't tapping out. Not today.

“Heh heh. You’re a strong woman, Val. You just won’t learn when you’re outmatched and keel over for me."

If there was one thing that Valley loathed above all else, it was the idea of winning a match the same way twice. She viewed herself as an entertainer as much as she was a competitor, and she took pride in busting out wins in unique ways, keeping her audiences guessing as much as possible. It was an art.

So, in a small way, she was almost happy when Masuyo kicked out of the pin at the last second. A small part of her was glad.

The larger part of her recognized the growing problem, though. Just like with Alicia, she’d found herself in a position where her superior ring knowledge had to save her. Unlike Alicia, though, it hadn’t been enough to win the match. It was unlikely Masuyo would fall for the same trick twice, too, which meant that, if she ever got such an advantage again, Valley might be done for. She had to tread carefully. Damn carefully.

The good news was that it looked like the match was taking its toll on Masuyo, too. She didn’t move in as Valley rolled away and sluggishly worked her way back up, instead hanging back and throwing a taunt towards the Slamazon. She couldn’t help but give a grudging chuckle at the newcomer’s bravado. She didn’t lack for confidence, no question there.

”And you,” Valley made her way back up and leaned in the corner, taking the opportunity to catch her breath. ”You’re good. But you talk too much.”

Valley held out a hand and beckoned Masuyo to come her way.  There she was, haggard and hurting, in a corner, seemingly open for assault. ”Show me how outmatched I am.”