Chloe Mason vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - No Mean Feet

Match Type: Humiliation Submission
Victory Conditions: Victory by verbal submission. Loser has to worship the winner’s feet in whatever way she desires, for as  long as she wants.


Bullcrap. Stupid. Dumb. A waste of her time. Utterly, incredibly, amazingly, insanely frickin’ ridiculous.

These and other lovely words went through Makoto’s head as she stood in the middle of the AFW ring, with the braying Friction crowd surrounding her on all sides as her music continued to play over the loudspeakers. She stood there with her arms folded and her face scowling, trying to look every bit as ticked off as she felt about this whole situation.

For weeks - weeks - she’d been demanding a match from management, stopping by their office, sending letters both handwritten and electronic, obtaining the bookers’ numbers and sending them texts at various times of the night. Some might have called it a little extreme, maybe even annoying, but she didn’t see it that way. She was an upcoming talent. A potential star. Sure, she’d never won a match in the league, but so what? Kaede was new. They had to give her some time to develop, and she was never going to do that if they didn’t put her in the ring.

She was relieved when they finally caved and gave her what she wanted...only they didn’t. Not really. What she wanted was a real, competitive, serious match to show the world what she could do. What they gave her, instead, was a joke.

She huffed and paced about the ring just thinking about it, fuming with every step. A ‘humiliation submission match’? What was that? What even was that? It wasn’t the sort of thing that would put her on the map, especially when it was against some no-name nobody who’d never set foot in an AFW ring before this. It was a sure sign that they didn’t take Kaede seriously and that they had no idea of what she was worth.

Well, fine. Whatever. As Kaede’s music died down, she tossed her jacket off, threw her hat over the ropes, and kicked her getta off under them, letting them clatter outside the ring. She looked forward to the ramp with determination in her eyes, feeling some pity for whoever was about to come out. Today, Kaede was going to send a message, and her opponent would have the unfortunate job of delivering it.

We come to a rather spacious private suite in the backstage area. Chloe Mason has obviously claimed this room for herself. Hey, she has the money so why not. And although it has plenty of amenities - a buffet table, a large wood paneled bar, large comfy couches and a complete entertainment system - they are all being ignored as Chloe performs the last of her leg stretches in the room. She couldn't help but be excited, her hear beating from the anticipation of humbling her opponent in the ring. Just the many things she could think of doing has her toes curling up.

A knock on the door soon takes her out of her naughty thoughts and a small woman comes through the door. It's her secretary, Hillary. Nice girl and a hard worker, but has the spine of a jellyfish.

"Miss Mason. It is time." She replied, pushing her glasses up as she takes a deep breath. "Wonderful." Chloe nods with a smirk. She slides on her black 6.5" Stiletto boots and walks out to the entrance. "Do make sure this place is kept in order. Or it will be a rather painful time for you." The secertary nods nervously, gulping in saliva. Chloe laughs as she exits, her heels clacking on the floor as the door closes. Two beefy security guards were standing on either side of the door, obviously to keep guard. "It's showtime, boys." She says with a sultry smile. One of the security guards help put on a large black fur coat on the small woman before all three head out to the arena.

Her theme hits the speakers and Chloe Mason makes herself known to the packed crowd. She stops and poses on top of the stage before continuing forward, a the security guards keeping close. A haughty smirk on her lips as her hips sway, strutting down the ramp. She gets to the apron of the ring, stopping to let the guard on the left take off her fur coat, showing off her attire for the match: a black bell sleeve jumpsuit. Chloe has never been the one for tight clothing and likes it loose but smart. She hops up to sit on it, raising her left foot and the other security guard slides her shoe off, exposing her bare size 6 foot. She does the same with the other one, unsheathing her weapons. She gets up, proceeding to go barefoot.

Her raven black hair flows behind her as she looks up her opponent from head to toe, looking unimpressed. Her grey eyes staring into Kaede's. "So...you're my opponent?" Chloe says, her black lips curling into a shark like grin.

Kaede spent the few moments between the end of her theme and the beginning of her opponent’s thinking about what sort of person they’d have her up against. Chloe Mason? Didn’t ring a bell, really. Probably just another American coming across the pond, thinking she was going to strike it big on the little island. AFW had plenty of women like that. They were like cockroaches, and they tended to survive just as long. And here Kaede was, in a mood for squishing

She was pondering the possibilities, when her thought train was suddenly derailed by what she could charitably describe as the most annoying thing she’d ever heard. It was a weird, high-pitched, shrieky kind of song, and Kaede found herself wincing all through it. She now had new motivation for winning this match: if she came out on top, it meant they wouldn’t play this song afterwards.

When she was done cringing, Kaede finally noticed her opponent...actually, no, that wasn’t true. First, she noticed the bulky bodyguards around her, then she noticed the tacky fur coat, and then she noticed her opponent. She was a skinny things - not that Kaede was in any position to throw stones when it came to that, but at least she was dressed to fight. This woman looked like she should’ve been walking down a runway, not a wrestling ramp.

Kaede stood and watched as she made a show about coming into the ring, and showed she was at least smart enough not to fight in her high heels. Too bad the same couldn’t be said for her fancy jumpsuit.

When Chloe spoke, Kaede huffed, not liking her from the first sentence. ”No, I’m the referee, we switched clothes before you got here.” She groaned and looked up to the ceiling, exasperated, before she brought her gaze back down again. ”What’s your deal, lady? And what’s with the pet gorillas?” Kaede pointed at the bodyguards, just in case it wasn’t clear who she was talking about. This woman seemed a little slow...

Theme song aside, Chloe made herself known to the masses. She shown no interest in her opponent and Kaede shown no respect to her. While the pink haired girl sow Chloe as just bug to squash, the woman in black just saw her as some youngster that need to learn some manners.

"Oh them?" Chloe says, her eyebrow raised as Kaede asks about the burly men outside in her corner. She looks at them before looking back at the unruly young girl. "I'm just the manager. One of them is called Chloe and is going to fight you. I'm just here to hype up my client to the crowd.". Rolling her eyes, returning the sarcasm as she rests on the corner, her back laying on the turnbuckles, both of her slim but toned arms rest on the ropes. Her right heel pops up and she draws circles with her big toe, flashing the jet black lacquered toenails. The big men out at ringside don't move, just keeping watch, one still having Chloe's heels in his hand.

"My deal, young lady, is that I'm here to fight. I'd rather not waste my time facing some as undignified as you are, but somebody's gotta teach you some manners."

And Chloe was snooty, too, on top of dressing all super-fancy. That just figured.

The rich-bitch rolled her eyes at Kaede and Kaede rolled her eyes back at her, as the sarcasm hung thick in the air. She would give management credit for throwing her a bone with this one, since she looked like easy pickings and obviously had a beatdown coming. Kaede just wished she could have someone good, someone the audience actually cared about to run through. But this, she could work with.

”Gonna teach me manners, huh?” Kaede snorted as she made her way back to her own corner at the referee’s urging, getting ready for the bell to ring. ”Good luck doing that with a bloody nose!”

How a bloody nose would stop Chloe from teaching her manners was, unfortunately, never explained. There wasn’t anytime to ask, either, as the bell rang and Kaede kicked the match off in her signature style: by dashing across the ring at full speed, rearing back with her mighty fist, and throwing a wild right cross at Chloe’s snobby face.

Chloe isn't gonna be easily scared by some young girl pretending to be some Bancho. She wishes she would have face someone more...dignified. But she's content. She'll have some fun with this one.

The bell finally rings and already Kaede comes out of her own corner, charging like a fiery bull towards the raven haired rich girl, who had only just took a step out from her corner. Chloe couldn't help but smile back bit. Going in guns blazing is only gonna end badly. Guess she'll have to be the one to teach her that.

Just as Kaede's fist comes barreling towards Chloe's face, the smaller woman moves fast, her right hand comes to grip on the pink girl's right bicep, her left hand grasping at her wrist. Her feet sliding on the canvas, pivoting on her left foot, her right hip pushing on the taller girl's own, looking to use Kaede's own momentum against her with a simple shoulder throw.

Kaede moved across the ring like greased lightning, her bare feet storming along the canvas at a staccato pace. She was a lioness closing in on the wounded gazelle, a runaway freight train careening down the hill, a hawk divebombing her unsuspecting prey. She reeled back, prepared for the death blow, her fist soared forward with deadly force…

...and she promptly got dumped on her ass.

Kaede wasn’t exactly sure what happened. One moment she was up, the next she was getting tossed forward towards the corner. But whatever Chloe did, it worked well, and the pink punkette ended landing upside down, with her feet falling on the turnbuckle.

”What, what, what-” She muttered as she scrambled about on the floor, hurriedly getting back to her feet as she tried to shake off the confusion.

A tactic that had been used at infinitum, the good ol' 'using someone's momentum against them' still works to this very day. Chloe did liked that though. Catching someone unawares and then surprising them with s quick attack that will have them reeling.

And it worked here, Chloe chucking the taller girl onto her back, the pink punk landing in a heap. And the look on the young girl's face is just... brilliant.

"Wha-wha-wha-what?" The raven haired rich girl says mockingly and teasingly as Kaede scrambles to her feet. With a large grin, Chloe soon attempts to grapple with the young girl, trying to wrap her right arm around her neck and put her in a front headlock. Despite having her in the hold, Chloe isn't trying to squeeze the neck of the pink haired punk. Instead, her right leg arcs around and back like a wrecking ball, leg bending at the knee and her bare sole heads towards Kaede's face, her toes fanning out for maximum coverage in the event of solid contact as she performs the Glutton for Punishment

So. This was a bad start. No getting around that.

But the fact was that, while Kaede was a bit embarrassed, that was really all she was. She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t stunned. She just needed a moment get back up, and once that was done, she’d go about the business of caving Chloe’s stupid face in.

She was just about to do that, too, until an arm came around her head and put her into a headlock. On instinct, Kaede started to pull back, expecting a DDT to be coming her way, trying to cut it off. That might have worked, too, if Chloe was setting up for the iconic move. She wasn’t.

Something hit Kaede in the face, a flash of move that crashed into her like a punch. It took a moment to even realize that she’d been kicked, and by that time her body had already reacted. That stunned her, and she wound up dropping to a knee while stars danced across her vision, still kept in Chloe’s grip as she went down.

Chloe's foot goes SMACK and her petite sole is planted all over the young girl's face. She can feel the punk's facial features beneath her sole and she purrs in pleasure and delight.

The raven haired woman doesn't retract her foot just yet, just staying on the young girl's face. She rubs her foot left and right, letting the brat just feel her sole, her lips kissing for three seconds. "Can't really talk much now with my foot on your face, can you?" A soft catlike purr rises from her throat as she literary rubs it in before she pulls her foot away, letting her sole kiss the canvas.

She lets go of the front headlock, stepping away from the pink haired punk. But not before raising her left foot up, just enough so that is level with Kaede's face before turning her ankle, pointing her toes. Her sole wrinkles and turning into a shade of pink as her skin tenses a bit before she swipes it towards her right cheek, aiming a sharp and quick foot slap. "Get up! This is just the beginning of your destruction!"