A Model Wrestler

In hindsight, as much as she really, really hated to admit it, Spider should’ve submitted earlier. She’d come to accept this the next morning, when she woke up and tried to get out of bed, only to find out that her midsection was just not in the mood.

Getting squeezed in the full nelson/bodyscissor combo was bad. It was a torturous hold that made every breath Spider took a herculean effort, and the worst part of it was that it was so damn simple. She’d always hated moves like this, because they were so easy to do that all the newbie wrestlers picked them up. Most of them couldn’t even apply it with any real force, but Spider didn’t fit in that category. The pressure was unreal, like steel girders clamping into her sides, and she couldn’t imagine how it could get worse.

But it did. It so did.

At least with that move, Spider didn’t have to see Susie stupid face with her unearned superiority. But then the bitch had to roll her over, pin her down and reassert the bodyscissors from the front, keeping her flat on the floor and robbing her of any chance to escape, all while she looked down at her. Smiling. Taunting. Cocky, fat, stupid, ugly little…

The referee looked on, stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what was going on before her, but after a moment she remembered her job and dropped to her knees beside. ”Spider? Spider do you want to give up?”

Spider fought it. Shook her head. Bit her tongue. Closed her eyes tight to keep the tears from spilling. But in the end, there was no avoiding the obvious.

”Yes!” She blurted out between her pained gasps. ”I give, I give! Get her the hell off me!”

No one would have blamed the ref, or anyone else watching, for being shocked at what they were seeing right now. Spider Kikuchi was as ferocious a competitor as there was. She likely could have achieved tremendous success as a Wrestle Angel had she not gotten in her own way (if rumors were to be believed), and had the skills to tie and twist up just about anyone on Friction’s roster now. And yet this pretty pin-up model in lingerie was systematically tearing her apart, and made it look easy.

Susan relished in the sight of Kikuchi suffering in agony beneath her, and the feeling of her prey squirming futilely in the grip of her powerful legs while they crushed her midsection between them. She sneered down at Spider, her grin practically stretching her rose-red lips from ear to ear while she waited for the moment of truth to come.

And then it did. Spider Kikuchi submitted.

“Alright that’s it, let go of the hold!” the ref called while signaling for the end of the match.

Susan did as told, uncoiling her legs to stop the agonizing squeeze, but she didn’t get off of Kikuchi immediately. She hopped forward a bit, using her knees to pin Spider’s arms while her ass plopped down on the blonde’s chest. Susan wanted to enjoy this moment, and she wanted to make sure Kikuchi couldn’t ruin it for her.

“And that’s how it’s done, ladies!” she said, flashing a pretty smile to the small collection of spectators at ringside, striking dominant pose with her hands on her hips while she sat on her defeated enemy. A round of applause came, which Susan took in before looking down at Kikuchi.

“Whew! Well that was fun! Give me a call sometime if you feel like having your ass kicked again,” the redhead said, giving Spider a couple condescending pats on the cheek. Only then did she get off of Kikuchi and stand up. But just to rub a little more salt in the wound, she stepped right on Kikuchi’s tortured ribs while walking over her before she went back to the ropes and slipped through them to exit the ring. She grabbed her coat and dress and draped them over her left arm, then picked up her high-heeled shoes, letting them dangle on her fingertips as she proudly strode out of the gym. Her practice match, which ended up being a one-sided exhibition, could hardly have gone any better. Now she was off to sign her contract, and get ready for her photoshoot tomorrow.

It wasn’t bad enough that this bitch had nearly slice her in half with those legs.

It wasn’t bad enough that she had to publically humiliate her by capitalizing on a cheap shot.

It wasn’t enough that she had to taunt her after her undeserved win, making it look like she’d won the fluke of a match through some degree of skill.

No, what really ground Spider’s gears about the whole affair was how Susie had to step on her aching body as she exited the ring, giving that little flourish as the onlookers cheered her on. It was that unprofessionalism that spoke to the sort of woman she was. Yes, Spider had done similar things after her matches, but she’d earned that right as a veteran, putting the lower ranks in their place. This woman was an upstart, a newcomer trying to take her spot, based on nothing but a curvy figure and a pair of stout legs. So she was good with a Thighmaster? So what? That didn’t mean she was at Spider’s level. And as she laid there, rolling about, she stared daggers at the woman exiting the gym, acting like she didn’t have a care in the world. She would definitely take her up on that offer, and make her regret giving it in the first place.

...as soon as she had a stop by the infirmary and had a X-Ray done on her chest. She was fairly sure she had a broken rib.

Or two. At least two.

Gritting her teeth, she rolled out of the ring a moment later and began to hobble her way out of the room, making a note of all the women who were giggling at her as she passed. She’d have to start making a list of all the little idiots she owed receipts to.