Susan Howard vs Misaki "Maiden" Sakurazaki

Worship Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Stipulations: Both wrestlers must wear maid attires. The loser must “serve” the winning maid by worshipping any part of her body the victor wishes.

Susan Howard smiled and hummed to herself while sitting in front of a mirror in the dressing room, applying the last bit of her makeup. Tonight was to be the night of her official in-ring debut in Friction. If there was any nervousness in the model about the big occasion, it didn’t show. The redhead was a perfect picture of total confidence, and why shouldn’t she be? After thrashing and decimating Spider Kikuchi in her recent trial exhibition, it was pretty safe to say Susan felt like she was on top of the world right now.

A sudden knock on the door drew her attention.

“Mrs. Howard, you’re up,” came the call from a stagehand. With a grin she stood up, making a few final adjustments to her hair, smoothing out her maid’s dress and grabbing a duster she’d brought as a prop to go with the outfit before exiting the room and being led to the curtain.

“Showtime~”

Susan:

Burnin' Love:

As if on cue, Elvis’ “Burnin’ Love” immediately began to play over the arena speakers, prompting the redhead to emerge onto the Friction stage for the first time! Susan was no indy megastar, but very quickly her looks and crowd-pleasing charms went to work winning the audience over. A series of poses were struck, all designed to emphasize the revealing nature of her attire. Whether it was the cleavage the dress did so little to cover up, the thigh high stockings clinging to her flawless legs or her ass, which was only barely covered by her small skirt and could very easily be seen anytime she wasn’t standing perfectly straight, each movement drew a fresh wave or praising cheers and applause from the adoring masses. As a model Susan had been successful enough for long enough to be very well aware of how good she looked. The Pin-Up Princess didn’t need a crowd to tell her that. But this sold out arena was the largest group of spectators she’d ever stood before by leaps and bounds. Vanity aside, Susan was genuinely a wrestling fan too, and the significance of this moment wasn’t lost on her.

Making the most of her moment, her “walk” down to the ring consisted of dancing along to the music and frequently stopping for very brief poses. It was as much a performance as it was an entrance. Once in the ring she gave one last pose, leaning over to brush her duster over the mat while keeping her legs straight and pushing her hips out, drawing all eyes to her rear while she flashed a teasing grin to the nearest cameraman.

Then Susan finally went into her corner and stepped out of her high heeled shoes, then turned back toward the entranceway, resting her hands on her hips while awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

As her opponent made her way to the ring, Maiden found herself in the gorilla position, taking the time to make sure her outfit was prim and proper and ready to go. Really, it was just a way to keep her focused at the moment, something to keep her mind from wandering and dwelling to much on the reality of what this all meant.

Deep breaths, Maiden. Try to look at the positives in all of this.

She’d been on the shelf for a good while now, hadn’t had a televised match since the debacle with Blade Uehara and Beauty Ichigaya. In a way, it was a small blessing, giving her more time to work around Lady Bettencourt’s estate. But it meant that her skills were getting rusty, that she needed more time to refine her skills before a proper return to the ring. Time that had to be spent away from her career as a maid, which caused all sorts of troubles in different areas…

It was a mess. But now, finally, she was back in action and things seemed to be on a legitimate path. While she was not at all thrilled about being sent out for a debut match with her return, it would at least be any easy win for her to claim. What she was decidedly less thrilled about were the stipulations - a ‘Worship Match’. She wasn’t sure where such an idea sprung from, but she assumed it was from the same fetid pit that made them think having a Handcuff Match with Blade Uehara was a great idea.

She wasn’t bothered as her music started up and she came strolling out from behind the curtain.

She wasn’t bothered as the crowd gave her a showering of boos, no doubt remembering the kerfuffle that happened in her last match.

But when she entered the ring and finally had a real look at the woman she was wrestling, then she was bothered.

The woman was wearing a maid outfit, but not a true one. No, this was a fetishized parody of one, made to put her ample curves and full figure of flabbergasting display. She looked like something out of a pornographic video, and a cheaply made one at that, and that she thought this was appropriate attire to wear against her...

It was a joke. A cruel joke.

”Take. That. Off.” She stormed forward, eyes widened in scarcely constrained fury, and placed herself firmly in Susan Howard’s face. ”Now.”

Susan was mildly surprised at the reaction her foe was greeted with upon her entry. The redhead, despite the perception most had of her upon learning she was a model, was genuinely an avid wrestling fan and had followed Wrestle Angels for the entirety of their run. Maiden wasn’t the flashiest star that roster had produced, but she had done well enough for herself there that Susan would have expected a bit of a more positive reception for her, not that it seemed to bother the former Angel. The reasons could most likely be attributed to things Maiden had done or been involved in since jumping to this league, but… Susan had only seen her work with Wrestle Angels. So the best guess the pompous model could think of was that her entrance had won the crowd over so much they had universally decided to boo her opponent, almost no matter who it was. Maybe not entirely accurate, but it was a nice thought for Susan’s massive ego.

What took her even more off guard, however, was Maiden’s attitude once she entered the ring. She was pissed, and Susan legitimately hadn’t the slightest clue as to why. But her brows raised in surprise when Maiden marched directly up to her and flat out demanded that she take off her dress right then and there. After taking a second or two to process the situation, a bit of irritation came over Susan’s face as she clicked her tongue.

“What’s the matter, jealous that I look better in mine? Well too bad, that’s your problem. So back off!” she said, bringing her hands up and forcefully pushing at Maiden’s chest as hard as she could to try to shove her down to the mat.

It wasn’t just about Maiden, here, though it might have seemed that way at first glance. All over the world, there were maids working hard for their employers. Cooking, cleaning, washing. Doing their best to make the lives of others better and more worthwhile. It was a noble endeavor that few could truly appreciate, an act of labor and sacrifice that only a proud few could comprehend.

And why was that? Because of women like this, who came along and turned the entire occupation into a joke, or worse, a silly little fetish!

She was still fuming hard when Susan pushed back, shoving her hard in the chest with enough force to knock her flat. She didn’t stay there for long, however, pushing her way back up fast as the referee rang the bell, and she had far more than that in mind.

Sneering, growling, eyes flared, she pushed way up and lashed out with a wild knife edge chop - unlike most of them, however, this one wasn’t aimed at Susan prodigious bosom. No, instead she lashed out towards her face, going right for that pretty little nose of hers.

Susan sneered at Maiden after shoving her down, like a schoolyard bully. But her foe was too enraged to simply accept the role of “helpless victim.” She rose right back up and charged in, arm cocked and ready. Susan could see the chop coming, but not soon enough to move out of the way or effectively block. So she tensed her body, ready to feel the intense sting in her torso that seemed inevitable, and preparing to pay her back for it right after.

Except Maiden’s hand didn’t strike Susan in the chest as expected. Rather, the chop exploded against the model’s cheek like the crack of a thick whip! Her head was rocked to the side by the intense blow, and mouths all through the stands went agape at what they were seeing.

Despite it being her official debut, this was Susan’s second time wrestling someone in Friction. And now it was the second time her bout had started with her getting slapped right in the face. Spider Kikuchi’s slap had stung, but hers had clearly been meant to disrespect Susan more than disorient her. Maiden’s slap went all in on both, venting her utter disdain and disgust for the model while leaving her rocked and dazed in the corner. The redhead was leaning sideways against the padded turnbuckles, one hand resting over the spot Maiden had struck while her other arm draped over the top rope. The world briefly spun around her, and though it would likely only take a few seconds for her to get a hold of her senses again, it was clear that Maiden’s rage-fueled chop had bought her a tremendous opening right off the bat!

That slap wasn’t just for Maiden’s sake. No, she delivered it for all maids, everywhere, fighting for their honor, championing her fellow servants across the world.

But, being honest, it was 66% for her. And it was quite satisfying. Undoubtedly.

The blow sent her larger foe reeling against the ropes as the referee rushed to ring the bell, and it creating an opportunity that Maiden would’ve been remiss to let slip away. With her opponent in the corner, a bevy of options opened up to her, and she considering sending the woman running to the other side with an Irish Whip, taking advantage of a perceived gap in their experience levels by keeping her on the move. And, perhaps, she would do that, in a moment. But first, she was of a mind to rub things in.

Or, more specifically, rub her knee into Susan’s face. That was exactly what she did, as she closed in, grabbed the ropes on both side of the turnbuckle, and rammed her knee into the side of Susan’s temple, sandwiching her opponent’s skull between her knee and the middle turnbuckle and pressing her weight against. The referee wouldn’t allow that for too long, this wasn’t a No Disqualification match to the best of her knowledge, but that was fine. Five seconds would be more than sufficient.

The next two or three seconds seemed to last significantly longer, as if the world was moving in slow motion around her. Susan saw the shocked faces looking at her among the first few rows of the crowd, but any noise she heard sounded distant and unclear. The model couldn’t remember the last time a single slap had thrown her for such a huge loop, in fact she was pretty sure this was the first time it had ever happened.

Her senses finally came rushing back to her, but so did Maiden’s knee at the same time. Susan had turned and caught a glimpse of it just in time to turn her head back away. Her perfect face avoided taking much more punishment, but the knee hammered right against the side of Susan’s head, drawing a fresh cry of pain from her lips. She grit her teeth while Maiden pressed the knee in, keeping the model’s head pinned up against the turnbuckle, forcing her to endure the immensely painful pressure. Her hands pawed at her enemy’s leg, but she couldn’t budge it as she was. Humiliation and anger were quickly joining pain among the feelings swirling in her pretty head.

“Get...off...bitch..!” she hissed. Doubtless Susan’s demand would mean little to the wrathful Maiden, but with the referee it might be a different story. “Back it up, Maiden! Get out of the corner! One! Two! Three! Four!...” she shouted, issuing her obligatory warning. Susan was thankful for it, though she still had to endure it a moment longer...

”Watch...your...language!”

Maiden chastised Susan as she continued to hammer the woman’s face against the pad, and she hadn’t missed the way the woman was so quick to protect her face, either. While she didn’t know too much about the newcomer, she had the strong inkling that she was a model, likely for some online site of ill repute. As such, she would want to keep that visage of hers pristine for her lowly customers. Something that Maiden could take full advantage of.

She saved that thought, put it in her proverbial backpocket, as the referee continued to heckle her. She held for as long as she could, right up until the final count, then gave Susan the relief she craved...but it would only be temporary.

Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of Susan’s hair with both hands, taking a strong grip to pull her out of the corner and to her feet. The moment she was standing, Maiden spun about, pulled the newcomer over her shoulders, and proceeded to dump her flat on her fanny with a whipping hairmare.

Susan very much wanted to tell this chick to fuck off, and chastise her for trying to tell her what to do. But the model couldn’t say much of anything right now. With that knee still hammering against her, the only sounds coming from the redheads mouth were strained groans, their sound reflecting the pain Susan was being forced to endure.

Finally, just at the last moment of the ref’s count, Maiden backed away and gave Susan a moment of peace. Only a moment. And then the girl was right back on her, tightly gripping two handfuls of her red locks. “Let go!” she barked while cringing in pain as she was pulled out of the corner. Susan got her wish, but not in the way she’d wanted. Suddenly flipping through the air, the model came to an abrupt crash right onto her rump, shouting as pain flared in her tailbone.

Her once perfect hair was now a disheveled mess. Susan’s fingers idly began brushing it out of her face, while her mind tried to collect itself after that dizzying flip just now. One thing that was already clear to her, was that this bitch was going to suffer if, no, when she got her hands on her...

As she grabbed it, Maiden was half-surprised to see that Susan’s hair remained tight in her grasp and wasn’t yanked out. Clearly it was real, which incensed her even further - she couldn’t degrade her that way. This woman had put so much time and effort into degrading her profession, she wanted to return the sentiment in every conceivable way.

Perhaps she was getting too worked up by all this. Perhaps she was letting her emotions carry her away.

As she dropped Susan, Maiden stood and took a single second to breathe, taking stock of the situation. She had this match well under control, and her superior experience would see her through to the end. No need to rush things.

With her opponent’s back wide open, Maiden opted for a simple followup - she took a step back to make space, then hopped forward and swung her leg out, whipping her in the spine with a Soccer Kick. A good way to start wearing this woman down.