Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima vs. Anesthesia - The Healing Touch

A knee strike. Perhaps it was a little too vulgar, too blunt for Anesthesia, and the crowd seemed to agree, as they had a small gasp of surprise. It certainly wasn’t in her usual wheelhouse, being a strong patron of submission holds and smothers, preferring to take her sweet time when it came. But in a pinch, such sudden moves had their place, and training with Sista A as much as she had recently certainly had its benefits.

Eirinia might agree. If she could muster enough air to form a complete sentence.

This was Anesthesia at her best, confident and in control, dominating her opponent, dictating the pace of the match. It was also Anesthesia at her weakest, because that confidence meant she overlooked and undervalued certain things, and fell prey to certain moves she might have otherwise avoided.

Like a leg sweep.

It took Anesthesia by surprise and promptly dumped the Naughty Nurse on her butt - not really all that painful of a blow, except to her pride. But it was enough to keep her grounded for a moment, and who knew what could happen in that time.

Even though she managed to bring down Anesthesia to the mat with the help of her leg sweep, Eirina was still winded from the strike into her gut by her foe's knee, and she needed a moment to compose herself so that she could proceed with her next move. Now that Anesthesia was on her own rump, Eirina tried to press on, grabbing the naughty nurse by her head before trying to trap that head of hers between her thighs, attempting to put Anesthesia into a standing headscissor.

Provided that it was successful, Eirina would begin squeezing Anesthesia's neck between her thighs, hoping that the move could at least weaken her counterpart so that she could become an easy picking for her later moves. Eirina would also try to get Anesthesia moving and getting on her knees by jerking her head while moving backwards, pulling the naughty nurse with her.

In order to avoid getting herself tossed overhead, Eirina would also try to push Anesthesia's body down by pressing her hands on Anesthesia's back while still having her head squeezed between her thighs. She didn't want to land gracelessly onto her face from being lifted and tossed overhead, and she would try to make sure that Anesthesia would stay there to avoid her from getting back on her feet.

The crowd, as usual, was ready to rally against Anesthesia, and whatever history Frau seemed to have with them hardly mattered much - if she was hurting the Dark Nightingale, she was their hero. That sort of response didn’t faze her, just more of the uneducated masses coming together to express their hatred. She’d grown used to it in Rumble Roses, and the AFW would be little different.

What she wasn’t prepared to suffer, however, was her own subordinates’ taunting. While Sista A didn’t say anything, Anesthesia caught sight of her as she tried to make her back up, smirking over at ringside and clearly enjoying this far more than she was allowed to. The Harlem Nightmare was getting, perhaps, a little too free-willed lately, ever since they had a falling out about her methods and future planning. Correction would be in order tonight.

She couldn’t focus too much on that, however, before Erinia moved in and came after her, stuffing Anesthesia’s head between her legs and looking in a surprisingly tight scissorhold. The doktor wasn’t lacking for leg strength, it seemed, and she had little problem proving it. Anesthesia’s first instinct was to lift up and send her flying, but that effort was put down when Eirinia flattened her underneath, forcing her weight onto Anesthesia’s back. An annoying tactic. Smart, but annoying.

With little recourse, she did the only thing she really could do, and surged towards the ropes, hoping to grab the bottom one and force a break.

Eirina planned to prolong the scissorhold, wanting to drain the strength out of Anesthesia before she could move on to her next move to weaken her opponent even further. She noticed Anesthesia's entourage at the ringside, who was smirking as she saw Anesthesia being subjected to the hold. Perhaps she was enjoying seeing her superior being put into such a hold? Eirina actually had no idea. Well, that had nothing to do with the current match, so she might as well move on to the next move.

But, before she could do that, Anesthesia surged forward while still having her head clamped between Eirina's powerful thighs, and Eirina yelped a little when she was brought alongside her towards the ropes. Due to this, Anesthesia managed to grab the bottom rope, thus giving her a rope break. The referee told Eirina to let go of Anesthesia, and with resignation, Eirina did just that before moving away from the other doctor.

Brushing some stray locks aside, Eirina observed her opponent as she prepared herself for another clash between the two of them. "Come on now, I'm not gonna strap myself to a table if this is how you fight~" she taunted her opponent, sticking out her tongue as she did that. She would gauge her reaction to her taunt and react accordingly. She made sure to distance herself from Anesthesia so that she could get a running start right after she let go of the ropes so that Eirina could deliver a double knee strike onto her.

”Come on, Ann!” Sista A chided out from ringside, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice a bit louder and a lot more irritating. ”You got her right where you want her!”

Yes. Discipline would be called for.

For now, though, Anesthesia would have to settle for taking her anger out on her opponent. The so-called doctor had gotten the better of her so far, but she was of a mind to change that. She just needed a good opening and, thankfully, one presented itself in short order.

Eirina came in fast and pounced, clearly thinking Anesthesia was wide open and vulnerable, underestimating her recovery. The nurse made her pay for it immediately, whipping to the side at the last moment to let her fly by, giving her nothing but air to hit. For a moment, the doctor’s back was open for attack, practically begging for it. She obliged.

She reached out, grabbed a hold of Eirina’s hair from behind, and gave it a fierce tug, yanking the back of her skull towards the ground.

Much to her irritation, her attack didn't connect. Eirina would quickly try to turn around after landing so that she could continue pursuing Anesthesia, but before she could do that, her opponent managed to grab a hold of her hair, causing her to shriek out in pain.

"Ahh!!" Then, Anesthesia mercilessly pulled her hair and yanked the back of her head right onto the mat, causing Eirina's world to shake for a moment when the back of her skull collided with the canvas. Her head bounced upon impact before setting down, and the pain that came from it had numbed her mind.

Moaning in pain, Eirina brought her hands to the back of her head as she rolled to her side, trying to soothe the pain that came from having her head slammed hard into the mat. Due to this, she had no real means of protecting herself, which would definitely allow her opponent to deal more damage on her. Eirina could only hope that she could recover as fast as she could to avoid being put under Anesthesia's mercy.

From a relatively mundane day to rolling about in the ring with one of the sexiest blondes she’d ever seen. This day was certainly taking a positive turn in Kim’s favor.

She kept her eyes locked on her wily foe as she backed away to the corner, taking

Boos. Jeers. Cries of foul. The audience had their little revolt at Anesthesia’s tactics, giving her the usual round of protests whenever she did something that they didn’t approve of. Even the referee gave her a chiding over it. ”Watch the hair, Anesthesia!” She wagged an impotent finger towards her. ”Don’t make me warn you twice!”

Anesthesia could not have possibly cared less. Her only goal was to win here, and if that meant skirting the rules? So be it. She was never one to play within predetermined boundaries, a fact that Eirina was no doubt learning at this very moment. The doktor wanted to play, but Anesthesia was setting the rules.

Her opponent was reeling, and Anesthesia sought to exploit the opportunity. Reaching forward, she attempted to wrap her arm around Eirinia’s head while she faced her feet, locking in an inverted facelock. From there, she started to stand, attempting to force the good doctor to rise along with her in an awkward position. One that would leave her open to so many juicy possibilities...

It turned out that Eirina couldn't recover fast enough when Anesthesia reached down to her and wrapped her arm around her head, putting her in an inverted headlock. The doctor was put in an awkward position as her opponent rose up, still holding her head under her arm. For a moment, Eirina paddled her feet in panic as she found herself in the awkward position, desperately trying to search for a solid ground to stand on as Anesthesia held her.

Fearing what might come next, Eirina brought her hands to Anesthesia's arm, attempting to pry that offending arm off of her head. She was hoping that whatever the wicked doctor had in mind, she wouldn't get her chance to do it on Eirina as she tried to escape from the hold.

There were many reasons that Anesthesia loved this particular hold. Some were likely more obvious than others.

There was the practical reason. As Anesthesia lifted Eirina up, she got her in an awkward position, one that made countering difficult, if not impossible, and put her flexibility to the test.

There was the opportunity for sensuality, crucial in a match like that. It put Eirina’s chest on full display, and with a spare hand to work with, how could Anesthesia ignore the opportunity? She reached out and ran a hand over the good doctor’s barely-covered chest, giving her breasts a tender squeeze, even pulling down her top enough to expose one of them and give the crowd a little treat.

But, most importantly, this hold allowed for setups. Typically, Anesthesia would’ve favored a hold - likely the dragon sleeper. Today, however, she was in the mood for something a bit more devastating.

So, with a wicked grin, she fought off Eirina’s struggles, kicked her legs out, and fell hard on her back, slamming her opponent’s head into the mat with an Inverted DDT.

An inverted headlock was a hold that Eirina hated the most if she was being subjected into it, considering that in this position, she was unable to stand on her own as her opponent was the one who kept her in place, putting her completely under Anesthesia's mercy, and judging from what she had seen so far, Eirina was sure that her opponent wasn't a merciful sort, which made this hold even worse.

"Ngghh!! L-let me go, y-you!!" Eirina groaned as she attempted to pry Anesthesia's arm off of her, but when she felt Anesthesia's other hand running over her barely-clad chest, she couldn't help but shudder and moan. "Aaahn!" Now that was bad. No, that was beyond bad! Not only that she was put under Anesthesia's nonexistent mercy, the other doctor was also free to molest her to her heart's content now that she was helpless in her hold.

When her top was pulled down to expose her breasts, Eirina blushed under the arm of Anesthesia. Normally, she didn't care about the exposure, but considering that this was done against her will, she was embarrassed. But, her embarrassment soon turned into something else when she suddenly felt herself moving down before the back of her skull hit the canvas. "Oughhh!!" The impact from the inverted DDT was enough to cause Eirina to lose a bit of her clarity, thus making it hard to do anything to defend herself against whatever Anesthesia was planning to do to her next.