Susan Howard vs Misaki "Maiden" Sakurazaki

Maiden had indeed correctly guessed what awaited in her immediate future. But unfortunately for her, the only prize she won for it was another dose of crushing agony courtesy of Susan’s signature hold. The redhead grinned wide when she heard a tortured scream slip from the maid’s lips, only for the delectable sound to quickly be silenced. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“Scream again for me, bitch!” Susan hissed, briefly easing the pressure on the body scissor only to pour on the squeeze once again. Maiden was thrashing about, but the redhead’s restrictive hold prevented her from making any noticeable progress toward escape on that front. Her arms were secured and useless, and she had no other means of slipping free from Susan’s clutches or prying her deadly legs off.

That left only one other possible out, and Maiden was struggling toward it with all her might. Susan continued to squeeze her prey like a python, trying to crush the fight out of her before she could get there. However, one last desperate roll from the maid was able to get her close enough to get a foot on the bottom rope.

“Break the hold!” the ref called. Susan, however, let out a shout while amping up the pressure once more, knowing she had a few seconds of wiggle room to make sure she got the maximum value out of this. The ref wasted no time trying to yell at her to let go, instead immediately going into the warning count.

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!...”

Only then did she finally uncoil herself from around Maiden. The ref started reprimanding her, but Susan completely ignored the woman while she stood up, taking a moment to casually fix her hair and dress. She was just about ready to put a bow on this one, and she wanted to look her best when she finally broke the maid.

Maiden missed Blade Uehara..

Yes, the scruffy youth was arrogant and messy, was the living antithesis of all she stood for. Yes, she was loud and uncouth and probably needed to bath more often than she did. Yes, she was a living, breathing mockery of the Wrestle Angel name.

But god, at least their last match hadn’t been anywhere near as painful an affair. Physically and emotionally.

The scissorhold from before had been bad, but this was exponentially worse. Maiden literally could not breath in this woman’s clutches. She tried to inhale, but nothing went in, leaving her to make this wheezing, scratchy noise. The spots were forming in her vision, and she was sure that, if she hadn't gotten to the ropes, she would’ve suffocated. Knocked out in a bodyscissior. She didn’t even know that was a thing that could happen, but she was well on her way.

There were no words, in English or Japanese, to describe the relief she felt when she grabbed the ropes, and no words to describe the anger when Susan ignored. She opened her mouth to protest, but no, her voice was still out on break due to a lack of useable oxygen, leaving her to just thrash around and shake her head while she waited for the much-needed release.

When it came Maiden flopped away and laid on the canvas, grasping her sides, taking in deep breaths. Her entire body felt numb, and she wasn’t even sure she could stand without assistance. What she was sure on, however, was that she was in no shape to challenge Susan at the moment. She needed a break. Just a little time.

It wasn’t the most dignified moment of her career, but she tried to crawl under the bottom rope and make her way outside, hoping to fall to the floor around the ring. It wouldn’t get her away from Susan, exactly, but it would at least stop her from puting on another scissorhold.

If Susan tried to make a list right now of everything that would give her as much joy as watching Maiden Sakurazaki writhe in agony at her feet, it would’ve been quite a small list. The only thing bringing the moment down was the ref, who seemed to be getting pretty annoyed that Susan hadn’t bothered even acknowledging the woman when she tried to issue her warnings or scold her for her extended use of holds after rope breaks. The redhead had just started to take a step toward her wounded prey when the ref pulled on her arm to turn her around just to say, “Hey, I mean it! You better listen next time I call for a break!”

“I already let go of the hold, what do you want from me?!” Susan barked back in annoyance before turning back to the maid. And it was a good thing she did too. Her target was starting to slip under the ropes, looking for a moment’s reprieve at ringside. Unfortunately for Maiden, Susan had caught sight of her just in time to do something about it.

Practically pouncing at her foe, the model lashed her hands out to catch hold of Maiden by her ankles just as she was about to roll off the apron. “Oh no you don’t! I told you you’re not going anywhere until I say so!” she said, then pulled the maid back in just enough that she could fully tuck her legs under her arms while keeping the girl just out of reach of the ropes. Then she dragged her the rest of the way out to the dead middle, where she’d begin turning her over onto her belly to apply a boston crab...or at least, that’s how it would look at first.

That would have been merciful compared to what Susan actually had in mind. Instead of crouching over the trapped maid’s back, she’d sit all the way on the back of her enemy’s head and neck while wrenching her legs back an excruciatingly high angle version of the boston crab, but there was still more. To make it even worse, Susan would also coil her legs around Maiden’s torso to apply another crushing body scissor with those lethal thighs of hers! It was another deadly two-pronged hold, the Pin-Up! Between the agonizing pressure applied by the fusion of holds and the way she turned the maid to a piece of human furniture while applying it, the move was as degrading as it was painful. Maiden had somewhat surprised Suzan by surviving the Jailhouse Rock. But if the model was able to apply this one, she was confident there would be no escape for her prey this time.

The brief respite thanks to the referee seemed like a godsend at first, with Maiden thinking she might make it to the ring. Susan had just gotten lucky, had those thick legs to back her up. Formidable as they were, they was nothing she couldn’t overcome if she were smart about things.

Just a little break. A few seconds, and-

Maiden gasped as she was suddenly yanked back, hauled towards the ring like a sack of potatos by the faux-made. She kicked and squirmed, but her body was still wrecked and ripe for the plucking, not able to even dream of a proper escape. If Susan didn’t want her to leave the ring, she wasn’t leaving, and there was little she could do but endure.

Lucky for her, it didn’t seem like she had anything to worry about. The woman was bending her legs back and dropped down on her back, putting her into a signature Boston Crab. It might’ve been strange to think about a move like this as a blessing, but given the far worse tortures she could’ve been subjected to, this was getting off light. Any wrestler worth her salt was used to being Boston Crabbed. Nothing new, really…

Oh.

Oh, no.

The reality of Maiden’s situation sunk in around the same times as her thighs did, as the woman crossed her legs and put her in admittedly effective variation of the Boston Crab, one that even she had never seen before. The bend was bad enough, but those legs around her midsection made for a devastating combination, one that left the Wrestle Angel thrashing and sending out choked cires from her crushed lungs. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The pain was beyond belief, and she couldn’t even hope to crawl towards the ropes like this. In the end, she was left with one choice and one choice alone.

Maiden tapped out.

As much as Susan loved the sound of Maiden’s tortured screams, there was something every bit as delectable about the sounds her prey was making now. She was crying out in pain, but between the model’s ass pressing down on the back of her neck and her thighs making a strong effort to crush the woman’s midsection, those cries were partially muted and choked. It wasn’t enough that she was preventing the maid from resting or from a chance to crawl to the ropes. She wasn’t even allowing the girl to express the pain she was in.

The distorted cries made Susan’s sadistic grin spread even wider. She knew this one was over, a thought that was confirmed just a couple seconds later when she heard Maiden tapping on the mat, and the bell ringing right after. The redhead gave one last hard squeeze with her deadly thighs before uncoiling them and dropping her defeated foe’s legs, and then rising off of her. Susan smiled brightly as the ref raised her hand and named her the victor, and took a brief moment to bask in the approving cheers of the crowd before her eyes went back to Maiden. The former Angel had been conquered, and now it was time to claim the spoils of war.

Susan was going to thoroughly enjoy this.

The model left the ring and reached under the apron, then came back up with a steel chair. But no, she didn’t plan to use it as a weapon. She came back into the ring with it and strode toward Maiden’s prone body, stopping right in front of her head. The model unfolded the chair and set it down, then took a seat on it.

“Alright, bitch! Time to worship your mistress,” she said, then gracefully extended her right, stocking-clad leg, prompting a small wave of whistles and shouts from the crowd while she held her foot out to the defeated maid.

“Lick.”

When they looked back and did a career highlight reel for Maiden, she would have to remember to make sure that they completely left this match out. Needless to say, nothing that happened today was worth revisiting.

As she laid there, clutching her sides while Susan basked in her victory, she tried to put the pieces together and see where she went wrong. It was a simple puzzle to configure, really, with only a handful of pieces. She was, on a whole, a better wrestler than the redhead. Not that the woman was untalented, but she was clearly newer to the game, lacking in her in-ring experience, missing the crucial reflexes that Maiden had picked up from nearly a decade of combat.

She was, in her estimation, truly superior in one aspect, which had made the difference - those horrible, deadly legs of hers. If Maiden could do this match over, knowing how effective her bodyscissor was, then maybe…

Maiden’s eyes had been shut tight, but they opened when she heard Susan returning to the ring and setting up a chair. Confused, she looked over and watched as the woman sat down and commanded her to lick her foot, as if she was entitled to it. What did she think this was, a-

...oh. Oh, right.

Maiden groaned as she sat up, in part from the lingering pain, but also from the realization of what this match had been. In her agony, she’d forgotten about that annoying little stipulation. The idea of worshipping anyone’s dirty feet was abhorrent, but infinitely so when it came from an arrogant brat like this. But a deal was a deal, and Maiden was nothing if not professional.

That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it, though. Sneering, she knelt before Susan, opened her mouth, and began the disgusting process of licking her foot, running her tongue along the arches and over the sides. At least she was wearing pantyhose, so it wasn’t as detestable a taste as it could’ve been.

Susan made no attempt whatsoever to hide the joyful amusement she felt while she watched her conquered enemy kneel before her, disgust written all over her face at the knowledge of what she now had to do. And that condescending grin only stretched even further, accompanied by a soft giggle when Maiden's tongue began to obediently lick at her sole. For all the glee Susan took at her foe's humiliation though, it did seem the girl knew what she was doing. She was thorough, even remembering to get the sides, not ignoring any reachable part of the foot. Maiden was doing a good enough job that, if not for the clear look of disgust she had shown after being given this command, Susan might have even suspected that the girl was somewhat enjoying this.

"Ooooohh yeah, this is more like it," Susan said while relaxing in her chair. "You're pretty good at this. I bet you've some experience with worshipping feet, don't you?"[/color] The answer didn't matter much either way, though the thought briefly made her wonder if any of the Wrestle Angels had ever made her do something like this. Susan couldn't recall ever seeing such a scene on TV, but plenty of things happened behind the scenes. And she could easily think of some people on that roster who definitely would've done it if given the chance.

After giving Maiden a few more moments, Susan moved her foot away from the girl's mouth and wiped it over her face a couple times before setting it down. Then her other leg crossed over that one, with the foot dangling right in front of Maiden. "Now this one."

Finally.

Waiting in this audience had been an ordeal for Spider Kikuchi. Since she was one of the most recognizable, famous faces in the AFW, she couldn’t just slip in among the people in her street clothes and go unnoticed. If any of them saw her, there was a chance they would hear about the rumors and put two and two together, figuring out what her plans were for the night. The only way she was able to get her seat and watched undetected was to put on a big, black hoodie and sunglasses, hiding her face behind the shades and masking her signature hairstyle. That kept her from being spotted, but it didn’t save her from having to mingle with the hordes, the ignorant, babbling sea of humanity that they called an audience. She had to suffer through a few matches with undercard nobodies, all while an overly rotund man beside her scarfed down popcorn like he needed it to stay alive. He nearly spilled Coke on her several times, too, and she was fairly sure someone in the area had severe flatulence problems. Not mention, she had to watch this silly parody of a match, where Maiden Sakurazaki somehow forgot how to wrestle and let this idiotic American get the better of her. A shameful affair.

But it was worth it. All of it, for this moment.

As Maiden started to move from one foot to the next, she made her move. She slipped over the barricade, drawing the attention of security, who stopped moving her way the moment she took off her hoodie and revealed herself. That wasn’t enough to stop the audience from reacting, however, and they began to cry out to warn Susan, knowing what was coming her way.

That meant her time was short, and she intended to use it. Moving fast, she slipped in under the ropes behind Susan, rose to her feet in a hurry, and tried to club her in the back of her head with a wild blow before she could realize what was happening.

The redhead felt like she was on top of the world. Emphatically victorious in her debut (a few hiccups at the start aside), and now she had her conquered foe obediently worshipping her in front of thousands of people. It could hardly have gotten much better.

But little did she know, the blissful moment was going to short-lived.

Normally quite conscious and focused on the crowd, basking in their adoration, Susan was too caught up with enjoying the spoils of war to immediately notice the changes in the sounds that rang out around her. It took a few seconds before she realized the whistling, cheering and catcalling had shifted to a noise that sounded much more urgent. It was like they were all waving metaphorical red flags to alert her, but why? Maiden was hardly a threat while she was licking Susan's feet in her weakened state. The realization that there was another immediate danger only became apparent with a sudden explosion of pain in the back of Susan's head!

The forceful blow blasted her right out of her chair and onto her front on the mat. Immediately a hand went to the back of her aching, throbbing head, while the world around her seemed to drift and spin in her distorted vision. Her mind was an equally scrambled collection of fragmented thoughts, which seemed to clear the moment she rolled onto her back and saw her attacker.

"You..!" The word left her lips with a hiss. Spider Kikuchi, the woman Susan had broken and humiliated in her tryout, now stood over her. Everything made sense now, and the model pushed against the mat to try to get herself back up to her feet. The effort caused the pain in her head to flare horribly, making Susan wince and cringe in response. But she had no intention of letting Kikuchi take her vengeance without a fight! Not if she could help it...

”Me.”

There it was - that look. Spider had been wanting to see that look on Susan’s face for weeks, now, ever since the bitch squeezed her like a worn out bottle of toothpaste and left her ragged in the middle of the ring. She’d waited and waited for this moment, to see that surprise on her face, to have that dawning realization that she was totally, utterly, ridiculously screwed.

It was everything she wanted, and it was just the tip of the iceberg. But where did she got from here?

She had already decided that she was going to take out this woman’s legs and make her scream, that was on the table, but beyond that she hadn’t formulated a gameplan. She decided it was probably in her best interest to not let Susan get back up, however. The woman was worn out from her match, but she was the bigger woman between her - if it came down to it, she could overpower her. So…

”No, don’t get up!” Spider decided to go with the direct approach to start off - as Susan rose, Spider brought her boot up and started hammering the redhead in the back, stomping her in a wild frenzy as she squealed in glee.

And all the while, Maiden looked on with wide, confused eyes. ”Uh...excuse me?”