AV 18 Jasmine Thorn vs. Satana Giganta

That chop to the head really did its job well. It distracted the demon long enough for Renata to ascend to her feet, and even got Satana to do a really quick monologue. It was short and to the point, but it gave the Guard plenty of time to take advantage of the Devil’s lazy defense and force the Demon to take a well-deserved hit.

Satana was slightly hunched over as she rubbed her head, unaware of the metal girder of an arm getting ready to smash into her at any second. Soon, the small headache she was feeling would be just a distant memory of a slightly better time.

Renata’s arm made impact, knocking the Luchadora off her feet after forcing her to stumble a few steps. Once again, the ring shook like thunder had stuck it. Satana ‘s back stung slightly thanks to her not-so-graceful fall, and now her collar felt as if it had taken a nasty chair swing to it. A grimace of pain was all the satisfaction she would give Renata as the Devil’s white eyes glared at the guard as she began to make her own climb to her feet.

Renata stumbled forward after her outstretched arm blasted Satana down to the canvas but it was with a satisfied smirk of a foe well toppled, even if she had to shake her arm after the impact, and for the first time the Brazilian seemed to be in firm control of the action in the ring and she meant to keep it that way.

The Imperial guard didn't bother bending down to stay on offence, opting instead to simply stomp down on the demon's exposed midriff with a heavy foot before moving to stand on the luchadora, letting all two hundred and fifty six pounds of the Brazilian crush demon of justice underneath for a few seconds before stepping over and surveying the damage dealt.

Satana was sent for a wild ride thanks to Renata and her quick chop-clothesline combo. Satana knew she would be a brutal opponent just by the way she looked and acted, but was shocked by how much damage she could deal with just a single blow. Satana had expected pain, but was surprised that when she found out that she had still underestimated what the royal guard was capable of even after taking so many precautions. Renata had some strange relationship with Jasmine that made her want to protect the smaller woman, and while Satana had at first thought that was simply their gimmick, she began to wonder if it went a little further than that.

Her train of thought was soon derailed as the giant barbarian of a woman stomped down on Satana’s abs, causing the luchadora to spike underneath her boot. The Devil’s arms immediately went to try and pry the foot off her stomach, but Renata was already applying more pressure to it, actually stepping on her like a bug as she began to stand on the masked woman. Satana’s abs held out for as long as they could, screaming in protest as the Demon’s powerful arms tried to lift the heavy woman’s boots off of her, or simply to alleviate some pressure so she could breath.

The moment the guard hopped off, Satana rolled away, clutching her stomach. Her abs were on fire, supporting a woman who had to be at least two hundred or so pounds after getting stomped on. Every breath the Demon took caused a fresh wave of pain in her stomach. She willed herself to ignore the pain for now, Renata would doubtlessly be heading towards her any minute and she would need to be ready to counter what ever the stone-faced guard had planned for her.

The crowd grimaced and winced in sympathy for the Demon of the ring as she rolled on the canvas, the size of Renata was enough to give everyone who could see a mere glimpse into how much it would hurt to have her stand on them, not even the numerous Australian deviants in the audience were willing to be trampled by the Imperial guard, even those who would willingly throw themselves under Jasmine's heels.

For the amazon herself, the slow pace was suiting Renata just fine, especially after getting painfully stretched out by Satana the ability to hurt the demon just by walking around was a boon to put on the pain while recovering herself. In fact it was so good for her she was going to do it again, this time pressing her foot down onto the base of the masked fighter's spine and letting the pressure deal the damage, grinding her heel as the Emerald Empress stood back, satisfied that her Imperial guard was in control.

Satana watched the towering Titan, who took extreme pleasure in the demons suffering. Renata was actually really, really heavy. Satana honestly worried about what might happen if the royal guard tried that stunt on a smaller wrestler. They could wind up seriously hurt, maybe even worse…but such a thought likely didn’t even cross the brute’s mind. She was already getting ready to step on the demon while she was down once again. The eyes behind the milky lenses flicked towards the rising leg that threatened to stomp her down like a bug. It was never a good idea to pull the same attack two times in a row, at least not at the start of a match. Not only would the audience get lulled into a sense of familiarity and get bore, but it gave the opponent the chance to learn and counter the attack.

The instant Renata lifted her leg, the devil moved in with a demonic roar. Lunging quickly, Satana went to grasp Renata’s thigh, smashing her shoulder into the titan and hoping she had enough momentum to knock her to the floor. Renata seemed like the type to be made of concrete rather than flesh, and Satana made sure to spare no effort in taking the woman back down to the canvas in as flashy a way as possible.

Renata was expecting Satana to stay still for her stomping, after a few seconds under the amazon from the amazon's weight most wrestlers she had faced before stopped resisting and started begging for mercy. The luchadora however, managed to summon enough energy to grab the Brazillian by the leg, keeping the heavy limb off the canvas and unbalancing the Imperial guard. It took a lot of effort but as Satana rose and buried her shoulder into the bigger woman she began to topple, taking Renata back down to the mat.

The sound of Renata and Satana falling together was like that of a mighty oak tumbling down to the forest floor, with a loud impact that shook the ring as the two titans once again brought the fight to the canvas. Renata made for a semi decent cushion, but that was far from the priority in the luchadora’s mind.

Moving as quick as she could, Satana would attempt to wrap her arm around Renata’s neck and pull her into a seated position to lock in a guillotine chokehold. While the Devil did not think it would force the imperial guard to tap out, she had a hunch it would at least soften her up for the time being, which could give the masked woman time to think of something that would help keep the large behemoth of an opponent down for good.

The bigger they came, the harder they fell, and Renata was massive. The Amazon from the amazon was still wincing from being unexpectedly toppled when the demon pounced on top of her, managing to muscle the Brazilian up and wrap her own sizeable arm around the thick neck of the Imperial Guard.

With Satana on her lap trying to choke her out, even the the bulky Renata was struggling in the luchadora's grasp, initially reaching up to try and pry the masked grappler off of her, tugging and the demon's wrist to loosen the choke and keep some oxygen coming in to fuel her big muscles, but even that wasn't enough as biceps pushed up against her jaw bone, clearly indicating that the Mexican woman wouldn't be easily pulled away as the choke hold sank in tighter.

Renata was left absolutely helpless in the demon’s crushing embrace. She tugged and pulled at Satana’s wrist, which gave her just enough oxygen to remain conscious, but not much else. The demonic grin that flashed rows of sadistic sharp teeth, promising only misfortune for the royal guard as she continued to struggle underneath her arm.

“Your sad attachment to your cowardly empress is touching, but will earn you nothing but suffering and agony. As tasty as that sounds, I demand that you yield! Your sins are pitiful compared to hers, her misdeeds reek so foul I can smell them from hear. Collecting her soul will be quite the pleasurable experience. One I do not wish to delay any further with you.”

Satana squeezed down even more around the larger woman’s throat, pulling back even further so that her foe’s massive back would bend forward further then it was used to bending. Either she was trying to strangle Renata, or break her in half. All while grinning like the devil she was named after.

While Satana continued to pull back further against the limits of flesh and bone, the Imperial Guard was not as helpless as she looked, pawing for the luchadora's arm. Instead of pulling forward, the Amazon pulled sideways, rolling the two massive fighters onto their back for a more traditional Dragon Sleeper rather than the camel clutch hybrid, and that was only for a brief moment when Renata rolled back onto her front.

But before the demoness could get back into position to break the Brazilian's back, the Imperial guard was slowly but surely rising up, first onto her knees and then onto her feet, a lack of air not seeming to matter much to the monster of a woman, muscles burning as she backed up into the corner stumbling, crushing the orange clad fighter between her bulk and the turnbuckle pads.