Susan Howard vs Misaki "Maiden" Sakurazaki

All good things come to an end. The tortured maiden's efforts finally brought her to the ropes, meaning Susan had to release her scissor hold. But after Maiden had so firmly gotten on her bad side right at the outset of this match, if she really expected Susan to let her go right when she got to the ropes, then she was in for a rude awakening. The redhead had five whole seconds to do whatever the hell she wanted, and she was going to make each one of those seconds feel like an eternity.

Flashing a sinister, predatory grin, Susan pushed herself off the mat with her hands and squeezed down with all her might, wanting to maximize Maiden’s suffering while she could! The ref was immediately on her for it.\

“BREAK THE HOLD, SUSAN! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”

The redhead never looked at the ref, nor gave any clear indication she listened to a word the girl was saying. She just squeezed the trapped maid between her legs with relentless intensity, only showing mercy and finally letting go just as the ref was about to make the five count. Once her legs were untangled from Maiden’s frame Susan picked herself up, then raised a foot up and stomped down on the back of her foe’s ribcage. An extra bit of disrespect, and some more pain inflicted to the girl’s tortured midsection. The ref immediately began to give her an earful for it, but Susan just ignored her, content to take a moment to fix her hair with her hands while waiting for Maiden to get back up.

Maiden reached the ropes, but she wasn’t naive enough to think that was going to end her suffering right away. If anything, Susan would just pour on the pressure for the next four seconds, wanting to hurt her as much as possible. The moment the referee came over to start the count, she bit down hard and steeled herself for the pain that was to surely come.

It didn’t help. Not really.

Maiden had a fresh shriek as Susan’s legs sliced into her body, literally feeling like they could cut her in half like a giant pair of their namesakes. Kicking, twisting, she thrashed about so hard that her bonnet fell off, and by the time Susan finally let go - after the longest four seconds in history - she was a broken, disheveled, heaving mess, laying on the floor like a limp noodle.

The referee took a break from chewing out Susan and came her way, looking down, concerned. ”Maiden, can you continue?”

The temptation to stay down after nearly being sawed in two was strong, but she resisted it, refusing to give this false maid the satisfaction. Gripping the rope and her bonnet in the other, she started to pull her way up, rising to her feet...until she fell back to her knees again. A second try proved better, however, and she managed to get upright and move away from the ropes without any help. She was taking wobbly, weary steps, looking back at Susan with a frazzled grimace. She held back for now, wanting the redhead to come to her, hoping to get as much time to recover as possible.

Susan was actually glad Maiden opted not to throw in the towel here. The ref had offered her an easy out. Taking it would have denied the model any further opportunity to punish her for the disrespectful assault launched against Susan at the outset of this bout. But thanks to the maid’s stubbornness, the redhead had the green light to continue dismantling her. If Maiden had expected to irk Susan with her refusal to quit, she was about to be disappointed. And when her eyes found the redhead, she would be met with a malicious grin that promised more agony.

And oh, was Susan going to enjoy every moment of it.

As soon as Maiden was vertical enough for the match to continue, Susan took a few quick walking steps to close the distance between them. Once within arm’s reach, she brought her hands up to try to push the maid back against the ropes behind her, while at the same time throwing a knee up, looking to bury it right in the pit of the wounded maid’s stomach!

Maiden didn’t like that look in Susan’s eyes or that grin on her face. She’d had a great run to start this match out, but in one move, things had swiftly gone downhill, and that look gave her the distinct impression that her fate wouldn’t be improving anytime soon.

The redhead was quick to close in, nearing the Wrestle Angel with that devious smile. Maiden tried to get away from the ropes and make some space between them, but it seemed like her legs still hadn’t fully recovered, needing more blood circulating. She wasn’t able to get far before the woman pushed her against the ropes and filled her stomach with knee.

The blow folded her in half and nearly knocked her bonnet off once more, leaving her gasping as she bent over. Still, she gritted her teeth and powered through, glaring up at her opponent. ”Enjoy it while it lasts…”

The low chuckle Susan let out in response to Maiden’s defiant comment was a cold, heartless sound, completely devoid of sympathy for the pain she was enduring. Her hand shot out to tightly clutch around the maid’s chin, holding her in place so she could look dead into her eyes.

“I intend to.”

If she held Maiden against the ropes any longer it would likely warrant a warning count from the ref, but Susan wouldn’t keep her here more than a second or two more. Moving her hands to the maid’s shoulders, she would then roll back while thrusting a foot into her enemy’s stomach, trying to flip her onto her back right in the dead middle of the ring with a monkey flip!

Maiden was trying hard not to give away how much pain she was feeling, not wanting to give this faux-maid the satisfaction of seeing her squirm, but that was a far harder task than anyone could’ve guessed. The last time she felt her body getting compressed like this, it was from being on the business end of Migiri bearhug, and while this didn’t come with all the creepy cuddling and clothes swapping afterwards, it made up for that in sheer agony.

But, thankfully, Susan did let her go. At the last possible moment. And definitely not in a way she would’ve liked.

Maiden squawked as she was sent flying with the monkey flip, crashing hard in the middle of the ring. She wallowed there for a moment, languishing, before she had the presence of mind to roll to her back and start crawling forward, trying to get to the ropes and make it outside of the ring before Susan could capitalize. She was hurting, but far from done. All she needed was a few moments to recover, just a few...

Susan took her time getting back up. Not that she particularly needed the extra time, but she was in no rush. After the crushing damage she’d already inflicted to the maiden, that bitch wasn’t likely to be going anywhere in a hurry either. Besides, it was so satisfying to watch her desperately try to crawl away. But as amusing as that sight was, seeing Maiden in such a vulnerable state made Susan eager to take advantage of the opening in front of her.

Marching over toward her foe, the model positioned herself to stand with a leg by either side of the wounded maid, then dropped down to mount her ass. Not her back, her ass. She was clearly thoroughly enjoying her domination over Maiden, and wanted that to be clear to everyone watching. Driving that point even further, she reached a hand out to her enemy’s hair, grabbed a fistful, and pulled her up just enough that Susan could lean in and speak into her ear.

“You’re not going anywhere unless I say so,” she said, then threw the maid’s head forward to try to slam her face directly down into the mat.

Maiden knew what she needed to do, here. She needed to get outside the ring, needed to make it to safety. True, Susan could pursue her out there, but her submission holds would be less effective. As near as she could tell, this woman did her best work on the ground, where her legs and size could overcome a smaller woman such as herself. If they were at ringside, it would be more a matter of striking prowess and standing wrestling skills, areas that she was confident she could dominant in, even if she was hurt.

But getting there? Far easier said than done.

She’d started crawling in that direction and was making decent progress, when Susan came over and dropped on her, butt to butt, nailing her into the canvas and sending pain all through her hip. Rough hands gripped her hair in the next moment to lift her up, gripping her scalp hard, but she only had to endure that for a scant second before her face was thrown into the canvas. Not at all pleasant.

Groaning, Maiden writhed for a moment before she lifted her head back up and started to crawl forward again, though she wouldn’t be able to make much of it with the weight on her back. ”Get. Off. Me.”

Susan let out a brief but sharp laugh, though she didn’t make it clear whether it was Maiden’s defiant demand or her futile effort to keep crawling that amused her so much. It was probably an equal mix of both. Either way, anyone could’ve guessed she wasn’t about to let the maid go free so easily.

“Hmm… No, I don’t think I will.”

Still straddling her foe’s prone frame, she leaned forward until she was practically laying down on top of Maiden’s back, pressing their bodies together. While the maid’s arms reached out in a desperate attempt to claw forward, Susan’s would snake under them then come back around the back of her neck, putting her in a full nelson while holding her face down. If she could lock that in, then the redhead would immediately roll onto her back, pulling Maiden on top of her while once again coiling those deadly legs around her midsection to apply another crushing bodyscissor while maintaining the full nelson, a signature combination of Susan’s that she liked to call Jailhouse Rock!

No, Maiden didn’t think her request would be satisfied, but there was no harm in asking, was there? The worst she could do was say ‘no’.

...come to think of it, she could many worse things. A poor choice of words.

She gritted her teeth as she clawed forward, reaching for the ropes in vain. Maiden had a strong advantage and knew it all too well, wasn’t about to let her get that far by any stretch of the imagination. The next thing she knew, the woman was laying over her, pressing down with her superior weight and pinning her to the floor. Arms were snaking through her shoulders, and while she couldn't be sure what came next, she had the distinct feeling it would a) involve Susan’s legs and b) be extremely painful.

She was right on both counts, as Susan rolled her over and powered down, compressing her midsection in a deadly, dominating vice. Maiden started to cry out, then clamped her teeth shut to deny her foe the satisfaction, but that was a small, fleeting victory. Her body was being steamrolled, leaving her to thrash about in Susan’s grip, a worm dangling on the hook. It was all she could do to kick her leg to the side and try to roll them towards the ropes, hoping that might just be enough to get her freedom, but it was a faint hope.