Emily Blaskowicz vs. Suki Mizushima, No Holds Barred Bondage Match

Emily's headbutt left Suki rasping.

Fuck but Emily could hit. Every strike scattered a piece of Suki--her balance, her breath--and when the Mizushima heir struck back? Blaskowicz sneered. Now the high-flyer found herself stapled wing tip to wing tip to the mat. Emily stuck Suki in the ground and then smeared Mizushima's own spit down her Rockstar Coat. The bitch did so without guarding against the Japanese fighter's next move; she wiped with deliberate disdain, like she was disciplining a stupid and unloved farm animal--a cow. While she wiped, A hot line of helpless humiliation spread down Suki's gut, slithered between her curled legs, and smoldered. If she'd had balls, they'd have shrunk.

But in spite of Emily's dominating position,  the pale diva neither slugged Suki's face nor kneed her ribs nor choked the light out of her eyes. Perhaps this kitten liked to play with her food? Perhaps this left an opening?

Match Theme (Suki's head): Little Drop of Poison

"You think me...pretty?" Suki swallowed her disgust and curled away from her captor. Even though this covered more of her body, it left her legs and side-boob more exposed to the sharp cut of the stage lights. Emily's musk charged the air with delicious salt, but Suki could smell her own sweat too--a sweeter smell than Emily's because it mixed with her cherry antiperspirant.

"Well, that's too bad, sugar tits. I already have a lover." Suki found Emily's eyes and held them.  She refused to let the embarassment in her throat shine through to her eyes, projecting instead her own sneer. "And he wouldn't want to share with you; he says white skin is zombie skin and makes him want to vomit."

In spite of herself, Emily smirked as she caught the view Suki was giving her, on top of the moment's flash of humiliation before her opponent managed to cover it up again. The redhead couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten her blood pounding this soon into a match, usually it didn't start until she'd locked in her first submission and really ground her opponent down some.

Still, the headbutt had been satisfying, and looking over the prone high flyer as she picked out her next target, Emily's smirk widened with her opponent's remark.

"That so? Well that's too bad," Emily mused, "Guess he'll just have to satisfy himself watching me fuck you until you're hoarse."

"But, gotta do things in order, you know," Emily drew back a knee, pinning Suki's arms with her own now, before swinging it forward again, firmly up between the Japanese wrestler's toned thighs.

Suki’s stomach tied itself in knots. Her chest heaved as every inch of her tried desperately to curl up, to huddle around the pain that started in her groin and exploded in her gut. Emily kept her pinned.

“BLAST BLAST! BLASKOWICZ!” The fans took up a duple-triple beat, 1-2 1-2-3, that shook the ground. “BLAST BLAST! BLASKOWICZ!”

But the humiliation wasn’t the worst part—and the pain was a firestorm that made her moan—Oohf, tiny, pathetic—oh yes, that was bad too, bad enough to make the violins screech and snap, but that wasn’t the worst either. The nausea, the way the room swirled as the feedback loop from pussy to brain made her inner-ear compress sickeningly...all bad.

But the worst thing was the tears, involuntary, that leaked out the corners of her eyes and ran down the side of her face as she melted and mewled under Emily.

Emily watched as the blow played out on Suki's face, grin widening with each tremble of pain, eyes lighting up as she spotted tears leaking out the corners of her eyes. But that little moan, sad and tiny and pathetic, no that just wouldn't do. She'd need to do better than that, both of them did. The redhead let the raven-haired woman writhe under her for a bit, like letting the beginnings of a delicious entree soak in its marinade for just the right amount of time, before moving.

"My my, and we're just getting started," Emily mused, straddling Suki's waist and pulling her up by her arms. The redhead worked quickly, weaving her arms under Suki's as she pulled that raven-haired head under her arm. Once she'd gotten that far, she'd move to join her hands before sinking down to try to stress her foe's back, levering her arms up to wrench Suki's backwards and force her shoulders back as painfully as she could. Normally the Royal Butterfly was something to be used while standing, hoisting your opponent off the ground as you scrunched them up, but Emily figured she could use it to excellent effect while grounded.

"My my, and we're just getting started..."

The ache in Suki's groin subsided, the world steadied, and she started to realize that her arms were out of position, that the bitch was behind her—

"THE ROYAL BUTTERFLY!"

I know this announcer....

Veins bulged in Suki's forehead as her arms wrenched back at ungodly angles. Her knees sank into mat. Then Emily really locked in the hold and all the muscles in Suki's back got wrenched tighter than piano strings. Suki screamed.

"My God gentleman, she's got her, Emily's got Mizushira locked in!"

Pigtails. They put fucking Pigtails in the announcer seat.

The duple-triple from the audience turned into blaring horn calls. “BLASK-OOOOOOOWICZ! BLASK-OOOOOOOWICZ!”

My my... That tone burrowed into Suki. It was the tone she'd used with that pathetic Vamp Loli, a tone of contempt, a voice for food...

"Nng..." Suki pushed back. She wrenched up against the hold, which only made her back feel more like splintering along the bone, but Mizushima pushed.

"BLAAAAAASKOOOO.....WIIIIIICZ!”

"W...W..." Suki choked on her words under Emily's weight. "WEAK!" She snarled the word, trying to belt it out to the boys in the back, to scream it over all this pissants in the crowd. "YOUR HOLD'S...NOTHING! IT'S FUCKING...Gyah...WEAK, K-KIDDO!"

Emily's grin widened as she finally got a good scream out of Suki, her face heating up as she let out a heated sigh, sinking further into the hold as she relaxed. Even with the cacophonous chanting and the announcer getting in on the action too, she couldn't help feeling at ease, tangled up with a cute, feisty little girl with all the time in the world to toy with her as she pleased. It certainly helped that Suki had done little to prompt any sort of respect, but that was besides the point.

She couldn't relax for long, however, as her opponent started pushing for freedom, trying to make herself heard over the crowd, and oh she did have something to say. Suki's declaration lit sparks in Emily's eyes and her core, the redhead's excitement not at all abated as she tightened her grip on the Japanese girl.

"Weak, huh? Guess I'll have to try something else, then," Emily said brightly, scrunching Suki down for a long moment before abruptly pushing up to her feet, feeling the crowd's noise rise with her as she forced her opponent to stand up with her. Not wanting to give Suki time to get solid footing, Emily yanked the girl off to the side before trying to haul her up off the ground and upside down. If she could get that far, she'd swiftly bridge backwards, intending to slam her opponent back-first to the mat with a harsh vertical suplex!

"Whaddya say? Wanna make it a round trip?" Emily said with a toothy smirk.

Suki was still shouting herself hoarse when Emily released her grip. And just like that, her back loosened and the pain went away. That's the thing about this match, Suki thought as Emily forced her to stand. I can't actually lose. Not if I won't surrender.

And the pain always goes away.

"Whaddya say? Wanna make it a round trip?"

Emily's slender gaijin arms tightened around Suki's bare navel. Gasping, Suki kicked—then her feet left the ground and her ribs crumpled and the ring went diagonal. Suki bucked and felt Emily's footing slip just enough—

"OOF, what a hit to her shoulder! Mizushira might not be able to walk that one off..."

What started as a suplex ended as a throw. Suki hit her shoulder, rolled, bounced, and slammed into the ring-post. A high pitched ring stung in both her ears, an appalling, stinging, gnat-buzz bitch of a sound. And Suki cradled her arm, which was numb from the impact, and gasped and then groaned as she saw a sillhouette of Emily Blaskowicz already getting to her feet, powerful and tall and curvaceous. It made Suki's breath catch and for a just a moment her legs curled protectively inward...

Then, Suki remembered the length of long black rope hanging from the ring-post above her head. She darted for the weapon then held it curled in front of her like a whip. The rope was thick and hard under her grip, and she could smell musky aphrodisiac parfum wafting from the micro-fibers.

"You're gonna hang, tits!" Laughter and boos filled the stadium. "I mean..." She stretched a length of rope between her hands, "if this can hold your weight."

Emily winced as Suki went tumbling across the ring, less out of real sympathy for the girl and more for halfway botched suplex. Sure, Suki hadn't exactly been laying there and taking it, but it was still a clear sign to the redhead that she was due some review on powerhouse moves. Still, she didn't waste any time in recovering, rising smoothly to her feet and moving to the center of the ring as Suki recovered.

The redhead watched with amusement as Suki curled up protectively for a moment, before spotting the rope and grabbing onto what she probably thought would be her salvation. Periwinkle eyes lit up with mirth as she brandished the rope like a whip, her opponent's renewed confidence heating her up further still.

"That so? Well what are you waiting for? There's plenty for you to work with," Emily shot back, running her hands over her own curves as she locked eyes with her opponent, "If anything, I'm going to have my work cut out for me tying you up."

"Did you hear that, loser? They want to see your flat, sagging tits..."

Vamp Suzumori had stripped Suki in front of a small crowd of howling fans. She’d called her a hag with sagging tits, stepped on her naked groin, and gave her the first L of her career—in her debut match.

"If anything, I'm going to have my work cut out for me tying you up."

Suki kept her eyes locked on the red-head. Any move this roadkill tried to make, Suki’d catch it. She was in prime position in front of the ropes: with her high-flyer skills, all she had to do was wait for Emily to charge and then catch her with a flying axe-kick, or an aerial dodge followed by garrote-qua-rope...

But Big Buxom Betty over there just gloated.

“SHE’S GOT THE ROPE but uh. What d’ya think she’s gonna do with that?”
“Jack shit. A rope’s not a weapon it’s--it’s a restraint!”
“She’s holding it out like a whip, maybe—”
“Yeah, it’s pretty retarded. Honestly, John, you almost have to feel sorry for her. I mean, just look at her, she’s frozen stiff! Deer in the headlights.”

“SHUT UP TWIN TAILS!”

Laughter from the crowd. And as Suki kept waiting—the lights overhead glaring brighter every second she stood there trembling—they started to boo.

Suki launched herself off the ropes all at once, rope at the ready. She'd flick it whip-like and rip it across Emily's face, distracting her long enough for Suki to drive her knee into her gut. Fuck this defensive, calculating bullshit. The younger Mizushima had crushed her sister under her heel and she’d make this bitch beg for mercy--not from tactics, not from hard work or “10,000 hours” bullshit, but just by digging in her fucking claws and ripping out white girl's god damn fucking heart.

There was no reason for Suki to leave the ropes. She had almost every advantage there, and logically speaking, Emily's only course of action was to waltz right in to whatever trap the raven-haired girl had planned for her. Of course, logic didn't account for everything leading up to this moment, for the growing mix of annoyance and frustration stewing in her opponent. The announcers and the crowd hardly helped matters either, but Emily hardly slacked off on pouring in her own share of fuel onto that fire.

Finally, the tension broke and Suki charged, brandishing the rope like a whip. Emily made as if to answer the charge with one of her own, only to drop down as her opponent drew close, falling to the side and lashing out with her legs to snatch up Suki's in a swift drop toe-hold. If she could manage that, the redhead would move quickly to capitalize, swiftly untangling her legs from Suki's with practiced ease before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back. Her legs came up from behind the Japanese girl and swiftly wrapped around her neck, thighs clamping down around her as she hooked her ankles together and kicked her legs out straight, trying to lock her into a vicious headscissors!

"Careful now," Emily mused, running her hand through those raven locks, "You really should watch where you're going~."