AV 18 Jasmine Thorn vs. Satana Giganta

Satana’s eyes went from the Emerald Princess to the hulking tank in the ring. Renata kept taunting the Demon, gesturing for her to get back in the ring and continue on with the fight. Satana tilted her head, giving an unimpressed look at the skull faced woman as she sat there comfortably inside the ring. If she wanted the fight so bad, why did she not push her advantage and chase the Demon?

Well, it really did not matter. Renata would get her wish, though the Demon would be sure she regretted making such a daring wish. The demon walked over towards the corner, grasping the ropes and climbing them with startling speed. The Demon ascended the ropes, and found herself standing on the corner post, looking down at her towering foe with a shark toothed grin. Without a moment’s hesitation, Satana jumped in the air, looking to smash Renata with a dropkick that would hopefully come as a complete shock to the towering titan.

Renata was all ready and waiting for Satana to bring the fight back to her while she breathed easy, too easy in fact as she couldn't get back up to speed quick enough to dodge the incoming missile. That was assuming the shock of seeing a woman over six feet tall leap up to the top rope and springboard off would wear off in time.

It didn't.

"UGH!" The big Brazilian groaned as she was toppled over and down to the canvas as the strong legs of the Ring Demon booted her square in the chest, the amazon landing with a heavy thud that echoed throughout the stadium and forced the Emerald Empress to jump away from the commentary booth and dash straight to ringside in a panicked show of support.

Well, Satana had done it. She had shown her hand fairly early in the match, but it would be hard to call it a waste. Renata had been taken by complete surprise by the Devil’s areal attack, which helped make an already large target even more vulnerable. Needless to say, the dropkick was more then effective as it dropped the royal guard straight to the ground that shook the ring like an earthquake. The Emerald Empress even saw fit to get out of her comfortable chair and dash to the ring side, though not many thought it was due to concern for her fallen comrade and closer to fury that her employee was not doing the job she assigned properly.

The Demon really did not care which so long as she stayed out of the fight. Satana was quick to pull herself off the floor, only able to do basic areal attack that require her to basically launch herself at her foe. Anything fancier, and she was liable to hurt herself.

The Luchadora moved quickly to her fallen opponent, looking to flip her over on her stomach and grasp at her leg. If Renata was not as heavy as she looked, then Satana would grab ahold of her leg, take a seat on her the guards back, and pull the limb back in a Boston Crab hold.

As the giantess fell off her feet the crowd rose to theirs in support of the demon of the ring, leaving the Brazilian stunned on the canvas as Satana tried to turn the heavyweight over onto her front, grabbing hold of the thick thighs of the Imperial guard to slowly turn her over before she sat down into the Boston Crab.

As the luchadora wrenched back on her legs, the inflexibility of the Brazilian was starting to show: from the outside it didn't look as though Satana had managed to pull Renata's legs back too far before she sat down but the amazon was already in a world of pain in the hold. Her face was a grimace as she pushed up on the canvas, trying to shake and push herself free while Jasmine demanded she do it faster.

“Woah, talk about thunder thighs…”

Renata’s legs were actually quite heavy, comparable to logs that had been cut down and sank deep into the mud. Not quite heavy enough to be considered a challenge, but the hold was certainly awkward, and there was a little bit more resistance in picking it up then what would be considered normal. Bending the legs backwards also proved to be a rather strange experience. Before Satana had even sat down on her foes back, the legs had already stopped bending naturally. Satana hardly had to put any real pressure on the leg before it already felt dangerous to continue further with the hold. Renata’s muscles were essentially too big for her legs to bend that far back. The thought actually made the Luchadora a bit nervous.

Sure, it was valuable information to know that the Royal Guard seemed especially vulnerable to submission type holds, but if it really was due to her muscle mass, then that meant she would practically be a titan if it came to muscle power. The demon was not lacking in that department herself, but her focus on other areas and techniques, while valuable, probably meant she would have trouble matching Renata’s power.

By then, Renata was thrashing around, pushing herself off the canvas and trying to shake the devil that sat on her back. Satana tried to maintain her hold, but it was proving to be difficult, Renata being larger and just as strong if not stronger then her. It was like being thrown around in a tsunami while clinging on to the pole of a small raft, and it finally got to the point where it was no longer worth the trouble.

Satana abandoned the hold, hopping off the large royal guard and getting back to her feet. She would not stray too far from her downed foe, and if the Royal guard still lay on the floor, the demon would go so far as to drop down on top of her spine with a pointed elbow, looking to soften Renata up as much as she could while she was still weak.

Eventually the Brazilian behemoth's struggles paid dividends as the Luchadora dropped the tree trunk like legs of the Imperial guard, abandoning the boston crab and granting Renata some much needed reprieve. Even when she had trained her lack of flexibility in holds was a liability, and even though her thighs were as wide as her Empress' waist, they were not well suited for resisting stretches or joint locks even if their sheer size and weight made applying those holds difficult.

Her reprieve was short lived as Satana instead switched back to striking out against the giantess with a pointed elbow against the grounded amazon, squashing her against the canvas and digging in between her shoulder blades before Renata could even get up onto her knees, but as soon as Satana rolled off to stand back up, the giantess was moving again. Slowly getting back to her knees and then her feet, it seemed like the heavy elbow hadn't stopped the Brazilian, only slowed her ascent.

Dropping and elbow on top of Renata was like dropping and elbow on a piece of concrete that had Kiddie cushion foam wrapped around it. Whatever padding there was wasn’t enough, and it was only due to her own muscle power that she was able to breach the steely defense of the Guards musculature and squash her down to the floor. Yet even that victory was short lived, because as soon as she rolled off of the woman, the guard began to rise again. It seems her will to serve was stronger then the pain being dolled out to her body.

“And yet you still rise? Why must you punish yourself for the sake of a wicked woman who so clearly would not do the same for you? Do you truly care for her safety that much, or is this some sick fantasy you decided to try and give life? Either way, this won’t end well for you if you continue to stand against the true Demon of the ring. Step aside, and let me finish what I came to do.”

Satana was being purposefully dramatic, trying to encourage the crowd and get them even more invested in this fight of giants, as well as give Renata a chance to shine some character in the match. This was the opening event; their main goal was to hype up the audience for what was to come. A little show boating wouldn’t hurt that goal any.

"Whatever you do, don't step aside!" Jasmine shrieked from her spot at ringside, trying to make sure that Renata was between her and the demonic luchadora at all times so that the Empress had the wall of muscle as protection, even if the big woman was currently on the receiving end of a beat-down. Not the impression the Green Empire had hoped to make but the match was far from over, the Imperial guard was still on the rise to meet Satana, trying to reach out and grab hold of the Luchadora's shoulder to steady herself before swinging an overhand chop, aiming to hit her square on the top of her head in between the small horns.

The dipped on Satana’s face dipped a little after Jasmine’s interjection. For a woman who had enough of an ego to walk around and call herself the “Emerald Empress”, she certainly didn’t bother to hide her cowardice in front of the audience or her guard. Was she building that as her character? That was a possibility, sure…Still, Satana was a little unsure how to deal with Jasmine if the time did come.

Satana had been staring at Jasmine while her royal guard made her ascent to her feet. Renata finally grasped onto Satana’s shoulder, grabbing the Demons attention once again.  

“Worry not, brave guard. Once I consume that wicked woman who would throw you to the wolves, I promise not to-“

The grinning devil was interrupted when the brick wall of a woman raised her arm and brought it down in a heavy chop right onto her forehead. Even though it was clearly a chop, it rocked the demons head like a punch, and forced her to take a few steps back as her hands moved to rub the wounded area. The attack came by complete surprise, and did a great job in wiping away any smile Satana had at that point.

“Grr…Very well. Then I suppose you will burn along with her. Even if it is to protect her, a good deed that helps evil is an evil deed in disguise.”

The Imperial Guard's arm swinging down sounded like a tree branch toppling onto the luchadora's hard skull and had about as much impact, dazing Satana for long enough that by the time she had finished talking, the behemoth of a Brazilian was already fully up and taking big stride with an outstretched arm. It wouldn't be the fastest clothesline in the world, but Renata's heavy arm swings had worked so far, it was worth another shot at taking the demon of the ring down to the canvas with another heavy blow from the Imperial Guard.