Eiko Bando vs Noriko Yamamoto: strength against sumo

Even with a good charge and a full head of steam, Eiko couldn’t completely push Noriko back into the corner! She was like a brick wall that could fight back as she held her ground with a stance the made her feel as if she was glued to the floor. Even in the face of such adversity, the Sumo woman’s power was simply addictive! To finally meet someone who seemed to share the mountainous amount of energy and strength Eiko had stored in her was absolutely exhilarating!

But it had its moments of frustration as well. Seeing Noriko hold her back when there was only an inch or so from her back and the corner post and while Eiko could commend that, the fact she was so close but couldn’t close the distance did make the woman puff out her cheeks in irritation.

It was only the knee to Noriko’s abs that seemed to finally unstick the sump from the floor and let Eiko trap her in the corner as she desired. Even at her mercy, Eiko could feel Noriko’s taught muscles underneath her shirt as they were pressed together. The girl was vulnerable, and if Eiko wanted any chance at winning this fight, she would need to capitalize on her cute opponents’ weakness.

Deciding to use their combined weight against the sump, Eiko tucked Noriko’s head underneath her arm while looking to get a good grip around her waist with her other hand. If all went well, then it would be a simple matter of slamming the sump head into the canvas with a familiar, yet powerful, DDT.

Noriko was in no real position to mount a good defense. Straining against Eiko, a powerful woman who had all the leverage in this instance she could do little more that struggle, unable to even shift her feet on the mat to help to better ground her. The thought briefly crossed her mind to try and crack the other woman in the face with a headbutt, but her or kept the urge in check. She refused to resort to shameful tactics like that, not as long as she still drew breath.

"Get off!" The moment was squandered as the sumo was roughly yanged forward, her head captured under the looping arm of her opponent. She shoved and protested, every move made to bend her to Eiko's will was a struggle she refused to give up on. She let out a soft sound of surprise as she felt the tug of her shorts pulled up her backside as the other wrestler locked her into the move.

Had she been a more experienced wrestler, she might have though to use the ropes to her advantage her to stand her ground, as it was though, Eiko was able to pull her from the ground with brute Force before driving her forward to crash both women to the canvas with Noriko's head as the centerpiece.

The impact was hard, and different. She had fallen on her head before, been struck with palms and knees, but this hit her far worse. The instant pain was intense, muddling her mind as she lay groaning on the mat. She hadn't really been the subject of many real wrestling moves up until now and she was paying for the learning experience.

Eiko’s smile never dissipated as she began to prep Noriko for the drop that awaited her. There was no doubt that Noriko was a competent and strong fighter that would probably steam roll most of her competition. Eiko had never dealt with a sump before and she was sure it showed in her technique. Both fighters seemed like they were evenly matched not only in physical abilities, but also experience in the others fighting style. Simply put, neither of them knew what to expect or how to counter the other when the time came. It was an absolutely delectable guessing game for Eiko, who had just scored a pretty big point after rendering Noriko almost helpless.

It was a bit difficult to actually move the woman, her feet feeling like they had grown roots and dug into the canvas itself.  Really it was only Noriko’s lost balance that gave her foe enough leeway to actually topple her over and bring her skull crashing down onto the mat like a meteor impacting the earth.

Eiko could feel the results before even glancing at Noriko. The girl’s tight muscles relaxed a bit, and the struggles became much less fierce then before. When the titular tarantula gave a quick peak at her work, a giggle slipped through Eiko’s lips. Noriko looked like a kid that was just forced awake from a nap. Her groggy eyes were certainly something to behold.


“Oh! I was wondering for a while…guess it’s as good a time as any to find out.” The woman muttered to herself, slowly dragging herself away from her groggy foe and climbing to her feet.

Snatching up Noriko’s wrists, Eiko pulled and tugged her limp body towards the center of the ring, hoping that her muscular foe would still have some of the DDT’s effects lingering about. As soon as she got far enough from the rope’s, Eiko would flip the girl onto her stomach and grab onto her leg. If everything went well, Eiko would sit on Noriko’s back and pull her leg tight into a boston crab.


“Hey Noriko, do Sumo wrestlers have ground submissions like these?”

Noriko groaned softly as she lay flat to the ground, cheek pressed flat and eyes lidded in a groggy haze. Her palms traced the canvas surface in silent exploration, tucking her arms in a bit more searching out a good place to plant her fingers for an impending rise. Before her slow mind could find a place to do this however she felt something tight pulling her arm away by the wrist. She tugged back out of reflex, but in no real position to challenge the woman pulling her.

The sumo winced as her arm was pulled taut, body dragging along the mat. She was innately heavy, but off her feet the act of moving her with brute power was immeasurably easier for someone was strong as Eiko. Once they had traveled far enough her arm was let free, falling limply to the mat.

From here she began anew, head slowly lifting, palms pressing firm to the mat. No sooner had she started to rise than she was forced back to the mat hard by Eiko's weight unexpectedly being added to her back. She grunted softly, about to protest when she felt the woman's hands on her bare legs, drawing them up. A faint blush graced her cheeks for just a moment, unsure of what was happening until her ankles were secured under the other woman's arms and legs drew back painfully.

The sumo hissed, bend backwards against the grain in what was an unfamiliar position. Submissions were by in large one of her weakest aspects when it came to wrestling. Her thighs flared, raw muscle fighting back at Eiko trying to brute force the woman to let go her girl or throw her off… the issue was Eiko was just was strong as her. Had it been anyone else, she may have had more success.

"We don't… use things like this." She spoke through gritted teeth, the pain apparently in her strained voice as she fought the mounting pain. It did her no fa ors to admit this, but she wasn't a dishonest person. Despite how frustrating it was to face someone that was her equal, or perhaps her better, she couldn't say she was mad. This was the sort of challenge she lived for, what she wanted from AFW.

Through the pain she found herself grinning at this sudden realization, her grim mood taking a lighter tone. This was… exciting. Eiko was more than just a worthy competitor, she was amazing to push the sump this hard, without much effort too. Noriko felt a need, a sudden rush to get back into this fight proper where she could do the same.

Her palms slapped hard to the mat, quaking the surface. Finger curling to dig at the canvas she did the only other thing she could in this situation and begin dragging the two of them towards the ropes. This proved to be far easier a task than opposing Eiko's strength directly with her hold, even with the other women's boots dragging at the canvas in what should have made it difficult. "You've had your fun, time to rrrgh… let go."

Noriko was surprisingly heavy, even when limp on the ground in a groggy state of mind. Of course, Eiko would never bring that up out loud, but she had to actually put in some decent muscle just to get the sumo girl moving. The tarantula could only imagine what it would be like if Noriko was actually resisting, and how difficult that would truly be. Anyone that didn’t have the proper muscles mass would have a very tough time defeating someone like her.

Despite taking the blow head on, Noriko was already beginning to stir and recover. The moment Eiko rolled the girl over on her stomach, the resilient began to climb to her feet. Eiko noticed the drop when she put her weight on the downed girl and she was forced back down to the floor. The cute little grunt that escaped her foe was incredibly made Eiko a bit excited! The noise reminded Eiko of a stuffed squeak toy, and while Noriko was certainly her combative equal in this match, her soft skin, shy demeanor, and good attitude through it all made her difficult to dislike, even as Eiko locked her leg into place and began to pull on the Sumo’s limb.

Eiko didn’t bother going easy on her opponent. Knowing full well this living wall could take whatever she dished out, the woman in purple tugged as hard as she could! Noriko, even flattened on the floor and with a blow to the head, was still putting up a decent resistance. Trying to hold onto the trapped woman’s leg was like trying to wrestler an alligator, its strength making it difficult to bend backwards towards Eiko, and preventing much of the damage she was trying to inflict.

Noriko was not one to around and suffer. As quickly as she was entrapped, she began pushing through the hold.  The sumo began to crawl towards the ropes, dragging Eiko along with her. Eiko cast a glance over her shoulder to see Noriko’s determined face inch its way closer and closer towards those ropes that seemed to be just out of reach. Every inch Noriko made was a victory, and with the tarantula’s web wrapped tightly around her legs, they were definitely hard fought.

Eventually, Noriko would find her salvation, her hands clasping onto the bottom rope, earning the referee to demand Eiko release her prey. Eiko did so with no guff, backing off a few steps to let Noriko rise from the floor.

“Fu-hee~ I think I am starting to wear you down Noriko. A few more holds like that, and you might have trouble maintaining your balance.”

Eiko’s playful banter was followed up by a happy fit of giggling. She was having fun, and that was all that mattered…however, she didn’t notice that her eyes were off of her opponent, to busy getting wrapped up in her excitement.

She was so close… pawing for the ropes as droplets of sweat beaded on her brow. Her forearm bite into the mat dragging her precious inches further before desperately swiping at them once again. Her fingers brushed the ropes, reaching out one more time to wrap around them and hold firm. Almost as soon as the break was called, Eiko freed her from the prison of her hold.

Noriko's head hit the mat letting out a ragged sigh of relief as her legs dropped back to the canvas and the weight of her opponent left her back. That could have easily been worse, she wasn't sure how, but imaged this woman knew better holds to throw her into. She needed to be careful. For now she was content to take advantage of a slow rise to help recover…

Or was until she heard Eiko's words. Her ears twitched at the small taunt, determined to rebuke it. She wasn't wrong though. With enough moves like that, this woman could likely grind her down. She was pretty sure Eiko was far better at maintaining her stamina as well, but she wasn't about to admit that and give the woman any ideas.

"Tch. Keep charging into a wall, you'll sooner break yourself." Using the ropes she ascended to her feet. Taking things easy, stalling for time. She glanced back over her shoulder with narrowed silver eyes at Eiko, shooting the woman another stoic look. She turned to face the giggling woman before her, leaning from one side them the other to shake out each leg respectively.

"You're pretty tough, I'll give you that… but that's all you'll be getting from me. So if you're expecting some taps on the ring or my shoulders to the mat, you will be sorely disappointed." She briefly glanced to a few strands of hair in her face, blowing with a huff to send them to the side before her gaze settled back on Eiko.

The sumo's bare foot spread out from one another, shuffling in a small rotation from heel to toe until they reached where she wanted. This time she hadn't lowered herself all the way down in the usual stance, but the wide legged stance was similar. She moved forward with hard heavy stomps, grounding herself after each.

Eyes locked on Eiko, her shoulder rolled back, arms tucking close as she approached a bit faster like a machine building up momentum. She never reached a speed of a run moving slow enough to shift her her positioning yo always keep the other woman in front her her on approach.

Once she got close her arms shot forward, one after the other like pounding pistons. She didn't stop moving either, barreling forward to attempting to hammer Eiko with her palms, striking out at anything she could manage to catch that wasn't defended, trying to continually knock the woman back while moving forward constantly.

Ooooh, that got a reaction from the quiet sumo girl. Eiko didn’t mind being the talkative one in a group, but she was starting to wonder if perhaps she was pushing some buttons or coming off as smug. She enjoyed teasing, there was not doubt about that…but it was all in a sense of comradery. No ill will was intended, but it seemed her crack had not fallen on deaf ears. Noriko, who had seemed winded moments before, suddenly climb up the ropes like an absolute champ. The warrior flashed Eiko a look that radiated dignity and strength. The look was so intense it made the tarantula’s grin shrivel up into a simple smile.

“Oh, I’m not just charging at a wall. I like to think I am working at its foundations.”

Eiko pointed to the leg that was just in her grasp mere moments before.

“I figured if I work on those consistently enough, it is going to be pretty hard to keep going at the rate you are. The sooner I take away this wall’s support system, toppling it over will be as simple as giving it a good enough push.”

Admitting her plan didn’t faze Eiko in the least. The mind games were at play now, and green banged woman would try her hand against the powerful sumo. Admitting her plan didn’t seem to be too much of a detriment due to how evenly match they two were, and there was always the chance Eiko was simply giving Noriko a false target. It was just as likely her plan was to fatigue Noriko as she tried to protect her wounds. The death of a thousand cuts was a drawn out, but painful way to be defeated.

Noriko payed her opponent a flattering compliment, Eiko ignoring the last part of her statement by giving a quick shrug in response. Whether or not Noriko was telling the truth would be something they both found out by the end of the match. To argue about it now was simply silly, and got in the way of the fun the two were having.

The new stance Noriko had jumped into caught Eiko’s eye. She didn’t know what it was, really. The tarantula simply thought that Noriko looked a tiny bit different then what she remembered previously, stance wise. It was only when Noriko began stomping towards her that Eiko figured something was up. Ready for anything, the wrestler hunkered down her defenses, and slowly moved in.

The palm strike slammed into her defense, causing Eiko to stop dead in her tracks. Like two ballistae’s, Noriko began pounding into Eiko, hitting hard and fast. Eiko could only withstand about for of the rapid-fire shots before retreating a step. And then another. And then another.

Eiko found herself getting pushed back, and her body getting battered by the powerful strikes of her foe. Any stand Eiko tried to make was instantly hammered down, and the purple clad woman was running out of ring to retreat from. She tried watching for Noriko, waiting for anything she might be able to se while she was striking her. There was very little she could do. There was one thing Eiko noticed. Noriko was very consistent with her blows, usually following a pattern. It seemed to start with a right jab, followed by a left, and continue on that way until Eiko retreated. Once Noriko caught up with her foe, the pattern seemed to repeat itself.

Knowing full well it was a longshot, Eiko retreated to the last of her side of the ring, waiting for Noriko to follow and hopefully keep up the pattern Eiko thought she had noticed. If she did, it would give the purple attired wrestler a chance to slip past the sumo and get a good hit in behind the living war tank. If she failed, it would likely result in a world of pain…and maybe an “I told you so.”

Repetition meant predictability. She knew this. In the context of sumo however, all one had was mere seconds to learn and adjust. One technique, one move, could consistently win a set against several opponents before anyone knew or understood how to counter it. Wrestling was different. There were no sudden stops, no resets, nothing that really prevented the sort of observation Eiko was so keen on doing.

So Noriko's technique suffered.

It was no longer about shifting weight, raw power, or good reactions at the start of a round. Here, everything she did was put to the stone and carved in Eiko's mind. To this point, her repetition was leading to her own demise. Her wheelhouse was limited, but not devoid of things she could use to switch things up however.

She kept her center of gravity low, grounding herself with each heavy stomps to allow her to throw her weight into each strike. The sumo hammered at Eiko looking to crash against her much like the picture she had painted just moments ago of the reverse being impossible. She knew how unshakable she was, how hard a woman she could be when backed into a corner. Eiko was tough, but could she really measure up? So far she proved to be an equal if not more, especially managing to remain upright as the barrage of palms smashed into her.

She finally had her cornered, options limited. Eiko would either have to go through her or around her. Given her own admission for her plan of attack, she didn't think the woman would try simply charging so that left only one real likelihood. She just needed to react accordingly…

When Eiko finally made her move, the sump was ready, twisting on the ball of her feet to turn with the woman trying to brush by her. She reached out with both hands, trying to grab from the other woman's arm wherever she could and a clenched grip on the back of her neck to direct her movements. It was time for a bit of payback in her eyes, so her first goals was to whirl the other woman in a circle with her before letting her fly, trying to whip her in the direction of the turnbuckles face first.

Should she succeed, Noriko wouldn't be far behind. Raking the sole of her foot along the canvas like an enraged bull she would shoot off after. While not the most agile of women innately, once she had built up some speed she might as well have been a freight train. Barreling towards Eiko she jumped up off the mat, trying to some careening down against the other woman in a giant body splash

Eiko had no idea the trap she was stepping into. She figured that Noriko’s lack of wrestling experience was showing, and that the young woman thought she could just use her sumo tactics to push Eiko over the proverbial edge. The girl still kept up her traditional stance, her eyes trained solely on Eiko with not glint in her eyes that implied anything other than the one-track thought of plowing her opponent to the floor and monopolizing the position. Eiko thought there was only a slim chance of slipping through her not because she thought Noriko was expecting it, but because the sumo’s stance was so wide it was possible, she would not slip through.

So when she actually made it through, in her own somewhat simple minded way, she thought she was home free! A self-satisfied smirk was plastered on her face as she felt like she had just pulled of a rather clever plan. That was…until she felt something like a handcuff wrap around her arm and stop her dead in her tracks!

“Eh?”

The surprised feeling of suddenly being stopped was only compounded when a similar grip on her arm suddenly appeared on the back of her neck. With a nervous swivel of her head, Eiko finally realized exactly what was going on. Noriko had her in her powerful grasps, and in the tight spot Eiko was in, there was very little she could do about it. Eiko tugged on her arm slightly, and found it wouldn’t budge an inch. As it turns out, Noriko was a lot faster then she let on, and it was only just dawning on the Tarantula that she may have just gotten played.

“Oh no…”

What happened next was a bit of a blur, because it felt as if the purple woman was being sucked into a cyclone. Suddenly, the world was spinning around and around, at a speed that made it difficult to track anything! All detail in the world became a smudge, and it was all Eiko could do to keep her feet under her and stop from falling flat onto her face.

Finally, the handcuffs came off. That might have been welcomed were it not for the momentum Eiko had built up. Before she even really knew what was happening, her breasts and abs SLAMMED into the padded corner post! Sharp pain stabbed both of her breasts and left a dull ache in her stomach! All of this, paired with the practical whiplash she got as a result made for a rather agonizing experience.

“Owww…!”

Just as she began to try and massage the pain away in her chest, something then felt like a car slammed into her bare back! Eiko found herself pinched in between Noriko and the same corner post she just impacted on! The pain in her front now doubled with the addition of her hands and wrists getting smushed, and her back suddenly becoming an impact point for what felt like a falling mountain.

When Eiko finally spun around, it looked as if she was shell shocked, a slight dazed look in her eyes as she tried to find the license plat of the bus that just hit her. She seemed to stumble a bit, and was constantly wincing in pain. At the moment, she appeared to be wide open, and at Noriko’s mercy.

Noriko wasn't a woman built for flight but what she lacked in height with her leap she made up for with raw forward momentum. She cut through the distance with a commanding lunge, arms thrown wide as her body came crashing down against Eiko. In this moment she had become a human car crusher. The impact was hard for her but was a fraction was what she dished out in return to the woman sandwiched between her and the ring post.

She bounced back off of Eiko, suring up her footing with a small stumble. Her shoulders drew back, reading to continue the assault as the other woman haphazardly fumbled from the corner. Her arms shot forward, fingers latching onto her shoulder while her free hand scooped between her legs. With a heavy grunt she attempted to hoist Eiko up onto her shoulders.

Her feet shifted to carry the weight, suring up her stance to better handle other woman. Her muscles flared, throwing up her arms to full extension to raise Eiko up completely over her head. She let out a slow growl, taking hard stomping steps towards the center of the ring while carrying her foe.

"These… walls… won't… crumble!" She let out a roar, hiking Eiko's weight up just a bit higher before bringing it down in a massive gorilla press body slam, throwing all her power into driving the other woman to the mat. If she bought the other woman down as intended she would draw in a strong inhale as she looked over her handiwork. It was a testament to how green she still was as it took her a few beats to remember she actually had to try and gain a three count on her opponent. Her intensity suddenly popped as that realization hit her, quickly dropping to her knees to drape her body over the other woman to try and pin her.