Manami 'Wolf Girl' Kuroda vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - You Are The Wilderness

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO

”I am here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I am fresh out of bubblegum!”

Another day, another match in the life of Kaede Komatsuzaki.

Today she found herself in the middle of the ring, a microphone in hand, like usual, while the crowd booed every  word she said, like usual. And, like usual, nothing they did deterred her from getting her words out - she was going to be heard. Period.

She’d already made her entrance - heck, her opponent had already made her entrance, too, and was standing in the ring along with her, waiting for the bell to ring. Well, she could keep on waiting. There was a lot the pinkette had to get off her wrapped chest, and this was the perfect time for it.

”I want to send a message to the big girls watching this right now!” She called out, pointing to the nearest camera. ”Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, okay? Putting me in these unfair matches, trying to get me beat up all the time. You think it’s funny? You think I’m going to quit?”

She stomped the mat hard, slamming down on it with her getta so hard she nearly cracked the wood. ”No way! You can’t run me out of this company, no way, no how. Kaede Komatsuzaki is here to stay, got me? And it doesn’t matter what you think…” She pointed at the camera. ”Or what you people think.” She pointed at the crowd, who gave her a fresh round of jeers. ”And it damn sure doesn’t matter what you think!” She pointed at her opponent...what was her name? Mananama? ”Because there’s not a damn thing you can do about it! So sit and spin, bitches!”

With that out of the way, Kaede tossed the microphone out of the ring, not caring a bit where it landed, and focused on her opponent for the first time. She was a new girl - man, they loved putting her against new girls - and she looked fairly fit, but Kaede didn’t see much to brag about at first glance. Not too tall. Not too big. Kind of a meh outfit, not much style. At least her last opponent had dressed the part. This woman looked like she belonged at a track meet or something.

Whatever.

Kaede hung her jacket on the ropes, tossed away her hat, kicked off her getta and started to pace about, ready for the match to start, practically bursting to get this started. This was her time. This was her match. She was going to take it and finally make the statement she’d been trying to make for months. ”Comeoncomeoncomeon…”

This girl never never shuts up, does she? As the pink punk went on her little rant, Manami just stood across from with her arms crossed, eyes narrow and impatient as she looked daggers at her, watching her go on and on. She took the time to go over the details in her head.

Kaede Komatsuzaki. Not a newcomer, but hardly a veteran. Likes to run her mouth almost as much as she loves to throw her fists. Possesses an atrocious record and no clear talents whatsoever. The only things that were even a tiny bit noteworthy about her was the slight height advantage, which meant next to nothing in actuality. She almost felt insulted that they were paired together, and for her debut no less. Suppose it didn’t matter. All she had to do was bring this girl down. Hard. There wouldn’t be any more of these mix ups after.

Then the punk pointed a finger at her and Manami adjusted her narrow gaze ever so slightly. There wasn’t much of a reaction as she listened to her final words. She was right, of course. It didn’t matter what her opponent thought. What anyone thought. Kaede’s actions spoke for themselves, almost as big as her losses. She kept coming back time and time again. No matter how devastating the loss, no matter how great the challenge, Kaede faced it with an unbreakable confidence and a will of steel. To anybody else, that would have seemed admirable. For her opponent however, she felt nothing but her patience being tested. She made up her mind. Manami would be the one to break her.

With a heavy sigh, Manami unfolded her arms and kept staring at her opponent, standing sideways towards her opponent in a faint acknowledgement as any sort of threat. She eyed Kaede as she paced around, muttering some gibberish under her breath. She looked tense, ready to pounce. Huh, stupid and eager? She could use this.

“Choose your enemies wisely, Pinky. One wrong word could make or break your career. And break is the key word here, understand?”

Leaning back on her foot, she’d place a hand on her hip while waggling a finger towards Kaede, beckoning her towards her. Using the middle finger, of course.

“You want to try me? Give it your best. Pathetic little wannabe.”

There was a method to agitating a someone like Kaede. This was a girl with something to prove, and one good match was all she needed to make that happen. Kaede wanted a fight? She would have to come and get it. A woman as stubborn as this was never one to learn from her mistakes. And if everything she had heard about her was correct, she’d wouldn’t be able to resist.

Come on, brat. Waltz right into the wolf’s jaws.

”...motherfuckingcuntstupidbullshit…”

Kaede wasn’t in a mood to be talked to. She wasn’t in a mood to be mocked. She wasn’t in a mood for any of the usual, typical bullshit that the AFW threw her way. She in a mood to kick the shit out of anyone and anything standing in her way, and a smart woman would’ve seen the anger in her eyes and kept a wide berth.

Manami was not a smart girl.

Kaede stopped her pacing and glared her way, as the woman spoke and gave her words of warning. Her. Like she was the one who had something to be afraid of. There she was, stomping about with this newbie, clearly on the warpath, and she had the nerve to go and push her buttons.

”Try you?” Kaede took a hard step forward, shaking the ring with her stomp. ”Bitch, I’ll do more than you try you. I’ll run over you.”

Manami wanted her best, and she’d get her best. She needed to understand what she was dealing with, and the best way for that was to get a firsthand demonstration.

Kaede balled her fist. Tensed up. Glared hard.

The bell rang.

Before it had even finished resounding, Kaede went on the charge and came storming towards Manami, full steam. She came in close and swung her leg up, coming at the ‘Wolf Girl’ with a stiff side kick aimed at her chest, looking to drop her hard on her ass.

Oh. Looks like she managed to hit a nerve.

The girl seemed to be fuming, dead set on tearing Manami apart for the entire world to see.

Then came the stomp, sending ripples across the ring. Manami wasn't impressed in the slightest. Then came the charging bull, intent on running her down and leaving a red stain in its wake. She still wasn't impressed. Then came the kick hurling toward her side. She was minimally impressed.

That was one bit her profile overlooked. It seemed Kaede had some level of martial arts training. The form was decent enough, clearly practiced a bit, but that was it really. It was slow, easy to read, and, as Manami soon found out, nowhere near as dangerous as it looked.

Lifting her arm up she'd tilt her body and take in the kick, before clamping her arm down and catching it in her side. Here eyes would remain locked with the pinkette’s the whole time, even as she brought her foot forward and threw it down, forcing her into a split.

In her now extremely vulnerable state, Manami would send a kick into the punk’s head and force her onto her belly by sitting on her back. With that done, she'd catch her in a full Nelson before leaning forward, breathing whispered breaths into her ear.

“What was that? I said give it your best. I can't enjoy a meal that doesn't put up a fight. But you're in luck. I'm feeling a bit generous for my debut.”

With that, she would slam Kaede’s head into the canvas before standing up and point her finger towards the ceiling.

“Once more. Fail again, and I'm ending this.”

Her eyes were still narrow, cold, and without remorse.

Up came Kaede’s kick, practiced and skilled and with some real power behind. Maybe she wasn’t the best wrestler in the world, she could admit that, but if there was one thing she could do, it was strike with some decent damage.

But the catch was that she had to connect first. And that didn’t happen. Not this time.

Whatever happened next was a blur of motion, and to tell the truth, Kaede wasn’t 100% what happened. One moment she was up and kicking, coming at Manami with deadly intent. The next, the bitch - somehow - grabbed her leg, threw her forward, and sent her down to the mat in an awkward split. Kaede tried to get back up, was about to rise, when a sharp pain cracked her on the back of her and threw her on her chest.

She was down, dazed, stunned, and Manami was all over her a second later, wrapping her up in the full nelson. Kaede went into a struggling frenzy, thrashing about as the woman spoke to her and growling like a mad dog, but before she could even put up a proper fight, the Wolf Girl slammed her face into the floor and stood up. Taunting. Mocking. Acting like she wasn't a threat to be taken seriously

Big mistake. Big fucking mistake.

The slam to her skull had Kaede dizzy, but her rage let her push past that easy enough. She'd gotten lucky with that first bit, but now Kaede was ready and, more importantly, pissed the fuck off. More so than before.”Son of a…” She slapped her hands on the mat and abruptly rose to her feet, turning back to her foe with flames flickering in her eyes. With a sharp war cry, she closed in fast on Manami and came out swinging, throwing out a flurry of furious punches - left and right and left and right and left and right, going after her chest and face with the mad charge.

Manami merely watched as Kaede put up more of a fuss as she got to her feet. Although, she raised an eyebrow at that cry. What was she-?

Ah, a barrage. The method most popular with the truly desperate. It was a decent attack, Manami had to admit. She was forced to lock her arms together in a guard, and even then, she felt it faltering bit by bit. Kaede’s anger was clear and certainly not misplaced, but there was something lacking. Obviously she didn't have the power She was attacking out of fury, frustration, and utter reckless abandon.

It was her bloodlust that was lacking. It was there of course, but it was insufficient when dealing with a woman like Manami. Pain was what she lived for. She drank it like fine wine and savored the taste on her lips. Kaede simply couldn't hope to best her in that regard. Whether it was administering it or being on the receiving, her opponent had no chance. And she would show her why.

The moment she felt the rampaging punk slow down, if even a little, Manami would grab her fist whilst ducking under the other, pulling her down before pulling the pinkette down and flipping her over. Bearing down on her, she'd catch her opponent in a shoulder lock.

She would give the hold a good jerk the instant it was established. Kaede was no doubt going to thrash a bit under her, and she needed to be taught to fall in line with the rest.

Yeah, now this was more like it!

Kaede laid into Manami with a wild barrage, hammering her with blow after blow, whizzing through the air at a lightning pace. Before the onslaught, her opponent couldn’t do anything but block and backpedal. Kaede couldn’t get a clear look at her face, but she had to imagine there was an ‘Oh shit’ look on that stupid face of hers, as she realized the incredible shit she’d just stepped in. The Wolf Girl was in a bear trap now, and Kaede had no intention of letting her claw her way out.

”Yeah, yeah, you like that?” She closed in and reeled back, getting ready for a right hook that would send Manami’s head flying. ”Think you can just-”

And then it all immediately went to shit again.

Kaede let out an awkward squawk as Manami suddenly pulled her and brought her to the mat, flipping her up and over in one deft move. She was on the floor in an instant with a sharp pain going through her shoulder as it was pulled in a direction it was never meant to go. ”Goddamn it!” She smacked the mat, growling in frustration, and tried to pull her way towards the ropes, kicking about and bucking and squirming on the canvas. ”Get the fuck off! Shit!”

Okay, so she wasn’t off to a good start.

As expected, she was bucking a wailing like an animal bound and crying for help. She had walked right into the trap. There was no escape now. Especially for someone as unfocused and brash as her. Not that she could see it.

Seeing her attempt to crawl away towards the ropes, Manami wasn’t going to let that happen. Releasing the hold, she’d quickly transition into a chokehold, wrapping her legs around her opponent in a body scissors. Her iron thighs went to work on Kaede’s sides, digging deeper and deeper into her to her sides.

“You saw that, right Kaede? Your punches don’t work. Even a flurry of them is nothing but a joke. A stupid, pathetic joke. So what will you do now? Push me towards the ropes and tear away? But what then?”

She’d await her response, but not matter the answer, her reply would be the same. She had to make Kaede realize the error of her ways. The moment she stepped into this ring, defeat was inevitable.

“Can’t do anything, can you? Not really. Don’t you know what that means? You're helpless. There’s no hope for you. And I don’t just mean now.”

She jerked her head back and forth, making sure she was paying attention.

“I mean in this federation. That speech was cute, and to the right person, it may have actually created a bit of empathy. But not to me. I’m giving you the truth. You’re weak and pitiful. And I am going to completely destroy you.” She would crank her head, attempting to meet her gaze before she gave her warning. “Realize that for what happens next.”

Pushing herself onto her back, she’d quickly unravel the hold, twist her body, and kicker her legs over Kaede whilst catching her arm. With this, she’d trap her in an armbar, bucking her hips up and adding pressure onto her elbow.

“Scream for me, Kaede! Do it like the whelp you are!”

Okay, this sucked, this really sucked, this was quite possibly the suckiest thing Kaede had been through in her long list of incredibly sucky things. She'd been in submission holds before, but nothing like this. It felt like Manami was threatening to pull her shoulder clean out of the socket - hell, screw the threat. Like she really wanted to do it. Nothing held back, nothing reserved, and all psycho-talk didn't put Kaede’s mind at ease.

But okay. She was tough, she could endure. She just had to reach the ropes, fight for every inch, and she'd be home free.

Almost there…

Almost…

Whatever hope she had was snatched away from her, as Manami suddenly switched gears and turned the brutal shoulder lock into an even more brutal bodyscissors, crushing Kaede at the waist. The pinkette let out a loud gasp as the air was forced from her body, and then came the squirming, the twisting, the feeble attempts to push at her captor’s legs for a moment of respite. Valiant attempts, but they got her nowhere - the Wolf Girl legs bore down like giant fangs, powerful and inexorable, and she was trapped within them.

Go...go fuck yourself!” It was a weak declaration of rebellion, and one she barely had the strength to utter as she had to fight for every breath. She push Manami’s words clean out of her head - she was wrong, she had to be. All Kaede had to do was hold on, get to the ropes, and maybe…

Those thoughts fled her mind as Manami decided not to rest on her laurels and switched things up yet again. Now the werebitch was on her back, yanking her arm up, higher and higher, pulling on it with insane force. Apex pain went through Kaede’s limb, and despite her toughness, despite her best efforts, despite utterly hating Manami, she gave the crazy woman exactly what she wanted.

A nice, long, hoarse scream.

Kaede let it out as she desperately reached out for the ropes, stretching as much as she could, aching to just put a single finger on one and break the hold. Anything and everything she could think to do, it would be worth it if she could escape this incredible agony.

She would give. Of course she would. This was a woman absolutely steeped in her delusions. All she needed was to be dragged out of it, bit by bit. And so, she pulled harder...and harder...and just a little harder...and then…

Ah, sweet bliss. The scream was music to her ears. It was nice and rough. Just how she liked it. This girl had a lovely voice. Her lips curled into a cruel smile as her head slowly turned to the ceiling, closing her eyes against the high-pitched screech. Such absolute ecstasy was nearly overwhelming. She turned up the heat, raising her hips up a little higher to squeeze every last bit of flavor from her opponent. Maybe she should just keep her here. Force a submission before breaking her arm for the climax. No. No this was a special occasion. She was going to enjoy this a little longer.

Releasing her arm, she’d slam her legs down to keep the punk in place before quickly rising to her feet and leaping into the air. Tucking her legs underneath her thighs, she’d slam her knees down into Kaede’s stomach, digging into them after the impact. Moving to straddle the pinkette’s toned abdomen before slapping her across the face, snapping her out of her gasping state before firmly grasping her jaw.

“I’m happy you’re getting it now. But don’t even think of submitting. We’re not done yet. Not even a little bit. Hear me, pinky?” She’d finish those words by moving her hand away from the girl’s jaw and firmly grasping her throat.

She cocked her head to the left, then to the right, gazing deep into Kaede’s eyes as she studied her reaction. Manami wanted to see it. The desperation. The distress. The utter despair of the uncertain torment in store for her. It would flash in her eyes for only a moment, but Manami was all too familiar with it, and she would know it when it happened.