AV 18 Jasmine Thorn vs. Satana Giganta

At this rate, the match might end a bit anticlimactically. Satana had a pretty cushy spot with Renate sitting there nice and docile. Sure, the royal guard was tugging at her arm annoyingly, but otherwise things were going pretty well, if a bit slow. A part of the demon was already considering shifting moves, just to spice things up for the crowd. Should she try to lift this heavy weight filled with muscle? Or would something else be more exciting in comparison? Perhaps she could stun Renata, then chase after Jasmine a bit to let the guard recover in a more authentic way?

So many choices, but which one would be best? Renata had a different idea, and decided to chose for the both of them. Renata had remained docile for so long, Satana had begun to let some slack into her hold. It was a miniscule amount, but enough to let Renata gain some ground by rolling over and beginning to rise to her feet.

Ah~ finally, some initiative from the walking titan! Very well, lets see where you go with this, Chica~

Like a monkey on her shoulders, Satana clung around Renata’s neck in the familiar hold, but followed her movements. She stumbled along with the terrifying titan, and eventually impacted against the turnbuckle, a sharp jab of pain running through the demon’s spine and forcing her to release her gigantic prisoner. Despite the pain, Satana had a devilish smirk on her face, and she cackled as her voice rang out like thunder.

“Very well. Both of you will not only be devoured by the demons of your sins, but also bath in the river of burning agony! Imagine it! Hundreds upon hundreds of paper cuts all over your body before bathing in a sea of lemon juice! A fine begging to an eternity of retribution!”

Renata had managed to free herself but the giantess was still feeling the effects of the Demon Luchadora's vicious hold, with both her back hurting and her head spinning she had no choice but to stagger away under the duress of the orange clad fighter's taunts, clutching the top rope for desperate support as the referee even moved in to make sure that the Brazilian was in any shape to continue. Someone her size should not have her spine bent so far back.

While Satana was making her declaration of eternal punishment, Jasmine had taken the time to slip out of her heels, move up from her perch and onto the apron, using the sound of the crowd and the demoness' own voice to mask her approach before she swung her shoe, stabbing the thin heel straight in between the luchadora's shoulder blades.

Satana was a showman at heart, always looking for a reason to pump up the crowd and get them good and excited. If this were a real fight, Satana would never so blatantly turn her back on her foe nor shout out such long, monologuing drivel, but in the ring, she took the time to create such fantasies. It helped that her foe was of similar size and could work with her theme of being a vengeful demon, but Satana had a knack for creating little stories in her head and projecting them through her fights.

However, the sudden sharp pain that jabbed in between her shoulder blades made her break character a moment, shrieking in a high pitch tone that leaned more towards surprised then actually pained. The devil was quick to reach behind her back and search around for the culprit, finding Renata’s heel in her back. The devil blinked behind her lenses, wondering what it was she was looking at before finally turning towards Renata, a look of disbelief on her face as she pointed at the heel of the shoe.

“Hey…did you seriously just jab me with your shoe? No me gusta para nada…” would be all she would whisper, shaking her head slightly as the burning sensation in her back continued to rage.

Jasmine was never very good at looking innocent, especially when she had a duplicate of the non-murder weapon beside her. Even the referee caught on to the shenanigans as she moved to chastise the English woman. Nothing more though, she hadn't actually seen the shoe based stabbing, and she was about to have bigger problems incoming.

Renata had used the time taken by Satana's taunting and Jasmine's distraction to get herself moving properly again, and with all focus on the arrogant Empress, the Imperial Guard too the opportunity to charge at the Luchadora, looking to body check the Demon of the Ring into the corner with a heavy splash, showing that there was fight still in the massive Brazilian.

Satana wasn’t…mad, per say. Having a partner by the ring with the dynamic the two shared, it would have been silly for the devil to think that Jasmine would not get involved at some point in some manner. If Satana’s skull-faced monsters were still hanging around the ring, it’s because she would have a reason for them being there, and would probably have done something similar. No, the devil was not truly angry at Jasmine, but she did wish there was a bit of warning before she struck with her heel. The sharp stinging in between her shoulder blades was unbearable, and at the moment the devil was certain she would have preferred a chair over the bite of the empress’s foot wear.

The referee did their thing, chastising the empress but unable to actually do anything because they didn’t actually see the direct attack. The devil wondered mildly if that was how AFW worked, where in order to be disqualified you had to be directly witnessed performing the act. It was good information to hold onto in the future just in case, but for now, the devil had a job to do.

It was admittedly petty for her to do so, but Satana actually snapped the heel clean off! Jasmine probably had multiple pairs if she was going to go by a title of Empress, and it felt right for Satana’s character. Afterwards, the woman in red tossed the broken shoe and its heel over her shoulder, letting it clatter where it fell.

This did leave her open for the royal guard’s comeback, and the full force of a brick wall slammed into Satna’s open defense like a raging bull! The devil flew back into the corner and hit the tender spot between her shoulder blades. The pain reignited, Satna simply stewed as she tried to sooth her suffering, completely unaware of Renata or whatever dastardly plans she had in store for the Luchadora.

Jasmine screamed in disbelief as Satana snapped the offending footwear in front of the Emerald Empress' eyes! While she did have multiple pairs of the same shoe, she didn't have them with her now. Fortunately her stabbing had bought her muscle enough time to get in control while the dark skinned woman was left to summon a crew member and have them search for some replacement footwear for her while she perched on the ring steps. She was not about to start walking barefooted around this arena. There was probably 6 year old beer stains that were still sticky.

Meanwhile, Renata was in her element. Hurting back aside she had managed to pin the demon of the ring into the corner with a bit of assistance and now it was time to make the woman pay for the stretching she had dished out on the inflexible Brazilian. Pushing one hand straight into the masked woman's chest to hold her in the corner, the Imperial Guard pulled back her free arm before pushing her whole body forward, drilling a fist down into Satana's exposed abs with her whole weight behind it, looking to crush the masked wrestler between the corner pads and her heavy hands.

Jasmine’s shrill shriek came as a shock to many. Honestly, Satana didn’t even expect it, causing her to flinch just a bit as she heard the sudden uproar. A part of her thought it was one of her special effects going haywire, but soon found herself in a position where that didn’t really matter too much at all.

Renata had the demon right where she wanted her…and at the moment, there was not much Satana could do about it. She was stuck between a hard place and a slightly less hard place that still wanted to pummel her teeth out. Overall, a lose-lose situation, but one she would need to endure nonetheless. The Devil’s teeth clenched tight as the royal guard pulled back her fist to drive a battering ram right into the demon’s abs! Air and saliva flew from the demon’s mouth as she was instantly bent over, left gagging as the punch backed more power then even she thought Renata was capable of. Where it not for the royal guard’s support, the devil might have toppled over right then!

Satana was left gasping for air and trying not to puke up her lunch! Her powerful arms left wrapped around her midsection to try and cradle the pain away while still being very much in Renata’s clutches.

One crushing blow did the work a smaller fighter needed a minute of striking to achieve: the demonic luchadora was more than just winded from the stomach punch, the masked wrestler might have had some internal organs crushed by the fist of the Imperial Guard and to make matters worse the Brazilian wasn't done delivering pain.

Reaching with one hand under the orange-clad grappler's arm and another firmly on the waistband, Renata took one step back and used her might to throw the six foot tall woman clear across the ring like a bouncer would toss a small, unruly drunk out of the door with a feral roar. She didn't know how Satana was going to land from this human hurling but it showed what it needed to show. The giant that the demon had been stretching out was angry, and like other people associated with the colour green, Satana was not going to like it when she was angry.

Satana’s abs were on fire! The burning raged all throughout the demon’s stomach as she desperately tried to get a few lungsful of air. Saliva dripped down the devil’s fangs and chin, mementoes of Renata’s powerful strike that did an amazing job rearranging her opponents’ organs in one fell strike. Satana had taken full one chair smashes to the skull and kept going…Renata was on a whole other level.

And of course, it didn’t stop there…

As quick as one might expect, the royal guard snagged ahold of the devil’s outfit and tossed her to the side like a large sack of potatoes. It did create some distance between the two amazons…but Satana still had to land to really figure out if it was a positive or negative move for her. She found out pretty quickly as she impacted against the ring’s canvas and rolled as she had practiced to minimize the impact. It was tough to catch her breath, but soon, Satana found herself finding some oxygen in her body, and a few feet of space between her and the angry tyrant she was supposed to beat down.

Not the worst situation I could get, she thought casually as she began to climb back to her feet.

While it wasn't the satisfying splat on the canvas that the Green Empire had been hoping for, Satana's calm rise back to her feet wasn't bad for the Brazilian behemoth's assault. With how far Renata had swung the demon of the the ring the Imperial Guard had given herself enough space to build up some speed. She wasn't built for sprinting but with enough space she could pick up momentum like a freight train and use it to crash into the rising Luchadora... like a freight train.