Susan Howard vs Misaki "Maiden" Sakurazaki

Susan likely would have felt a lot more confident right now if Kikuchi had simply entered the ring and stared her down rather than attack her. After all, the redhead had crushed her into submission once before. But having just finished a match and taken a wicked blow to the back of her head, the model found it quite easy to be all too aware of the things that had earned Spider Kikuchi her reputation as a dangerous wildcard. Susan, knowing full well she was in danger, had no intention of remaining a sitting duck. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter.

The model had just started to push herself up with Spider’s boot hammered down onto her back, forcing a pained cry from Susan’s mouth and dropping her right back down to the mat. More stomps followed in rapid succession, and the redhead’s attempts to squirm away did little more than expose more areas on her back to the wrath of her assailant.

Unable to defend herself, all Susan could do was put her arms defensively over her head, covering up like a turtle trying to hide in its shell. She grit her teeth and fought to stifle the cries of pain that threatened to burst from her lips with each forceful stomp on her back, not wanting to give Spider the satisfaction of hearing those screams. By now her focus had shifted entirely from Maiden to enduring Kikuchi’s onslaught, wanting nothing more than to reciprocate this pain back on her tenfold at the first chance possible...

Susan had been forced to see the AFW’s new psychiatrist recently, and the woman - some stupid, leggy bimbo whose name she couldn’t recall - had all sorts of things to say about her. Warning her of destructive behavior, of holding grudges. She’d said a lot how it could build up mental stress, and how she would be far more successful if she focused on improving herself and stopped focusing on the way others were perceived.

It all sounded good on paper, but you know what? Her sessions had never made Spider feel this good.

Pounding this little idiot into the mat was beyond cathartic, with each stomp sending a shiver through her body. That look on her face, that desperation, the way she shook with each impact, it all combined to create this euphoric high that Spider was already addicted to, and she knew just how to make it better.

”What’s wrong? Hm?” Hands on hips, she took a moment to stroll around the battered woman, surveying the damage. ”I’m just here to finish up with you training, that’s all. I have some really important things to teach you.”

Reaching down, Spider took a handful of Susan's luscious redhead, and yanked her up, forcing her to crawl towards the nearest turnbuckle.

Susan couldn't recall the last time only a few moments had felt quite so long. No matter which way she squirmed or how she tried to cover herself up, the stomps kept raining down on her, each one giving her a fresh dose of pain that flared and then lingered while more were added by the second. Even when the ruthless onslaught finally did come to a stop, though likely only a temporary one, the aches and pains continued to plague Susan's body. Her back, her arms, her shoulders, they'd all be covered in bruises soon, blemishes forced on the body of a woman who had never considered herself anything short of flawless.

She grit her teeth, and the panting breaths she let out were like hisses from an angry snake. Oh how she'd love the chance to coil around Kikuchi and crush her again right. But she lacked the strength or the opening to do that now. Susan could only lay there and listen to the voice of her attacker.

The model let out a sharp yelp when her hair was yanked and pulled, forcing her partway up. "Agh! Let go of me, you bitch!" she barked furiously while grabbing and pulling at Spider's wrist. But with her own arms aching and tired as they were, her attempt to free herself was likely too feeble for any real chance of success. Try as she might to prevent it, she was going into the corner Kikuchi was dragging her toward, whether she wanted to or not.

Hm. Susan’s hair wasn’t fake. Spider was so expecting to rip the extensions out when she yanked her up, but no, they seemed to be holding. Kind of a shame, really. She’d had designs on making the little witch eat them or something like that. Would’ve been funny. Oh, well, life was full of little disappointments.

Unfettered, she kept moving Susan towards the corner, hauling the unwilling America about like an unruly child. The goal was a simple one, with her wanting to put her in a Tarantula, a truly torturous move that would stretch out those legs she prided so much and leave her aching. But, first, she would need to be made a little more docile.

”You want me to let go, hm?” She pulled up hard, forcing Susan to stand erect, as much as she could in the current situation. ”Fine!” She twisted about, hurled the redhead into the corner, then took a step back, making a little space before she lashed out with a hard haymaker at Susan’s face.

All the while. Maiden had made it back to her feet, but was unsure how to proceed with…all of this. On one hand, she still had the rancid taste of Susan’s feet in her mouth, and was honestly tempted to join in on this, as brutal as it was. On the other hand, she knew of Spider Kikuchi. Enough to know there was a reason that people tended to avoid her, if at all possible.

Decisions, decisions.

Be careful what you wish for, as they say.

Even as she had shouted at Kikuchi to let go of her, she hadn’t had any expectation that the spiteful woman would be willing to comply in the slightest. Yet after being slung into the corner her red locks were yanked to pull her head back up before surprisingly being released. She should’ve known, however, that there would be a catch to it. Unfortunately for Susan, she had no time to prepare herself for what was coming, and Kikuchi’s fist hammered explosively into her cheek before she even saw it.

With a shout, her head rocked to the side as she fell back against the turnbuckles before slumping down onto her rear with both arms draped over the bottom ropes adjacent to her. That punch had hit so hard it would’ve made Carmen Rodriguez wince, and it had sent the model’s world spinning around her far more literally than she would’ve liked. “Fuck...you!” she hissed weakly, her right hand swiping toward the middle rope to try to get a grip on it so she could make an effort to pull herself up, while the left almost instinctively floated defensively in front of her head as if expecting more punishment coming from Spider, which didn’t at all feel unlikely.

Spider wasn’t a striker by any definition. In fact, her punches would’ve made Carmen Rodriguez wince for another reason besides the damage - it was a poorly thrown, sloppy kind of punch that would’ve gotten her laughed out of any boxing gym worth its salt.

But it was mean, it was vicious, and it landed hard. Sometimes, that was all you needed. Spider was so wrapped up in her triumph that she couldn’t even be bothered to notice how numb her hand was at the moment.

No, her focus was on the woman she was running down, keeping the pressure poured on her at all times. Not just out of malice, but out of concern, too. Susan was strong, surprisingly so, and even though she had just got through wrestling a match, Spider was still wary of those lethal legs. Her ribs were still sore from their last encounter, and she wasn’t about to make similar mistakes.

”No…” Spider reached out and wrapped her hands around Susan’s throat, getting a tight grip. ”Fuck you!” Standing her up, she leaned in and pushed, trying to choke the American out in the corner. Brutal, violent, crude, but it felt so damn good she couldn’t help but laugh.

Susan was still heavily dazed when Spider latched onto her again, but even still she knew the moment those hands grabbed onto her throat there was exactly zero ways something good for her could come from it. The model was dragged back up to her feet only to be pinned back against the corner again, this time with her enemy’s hands choking the life out of her!

She croaked and squirmed, grabbing at Kikuchi’s wrists in a feeble effort to pry them away. She tried bringing a leg up to kick at her attacker, but the woman was too close. Susan was trapped and she knew it. Desperate now, her eyes found Maiden Sakurazaki watching. And though the redhead couldn’t speak, she looked at the girl with pleading eyes, silently begging her to help. It was an unlikely gambit, especially considering how things had gone between them both during and after the match, but Susan didn’t see any other way to stop Spider from strangling her unconscious.

Susan’s pleading eyes didn’t escape Maiden’s notice. She had been sitting by the sidelines, unsure of how to come into this, and a small part of her wanted to just leave and call it a day, and leave Spider to her own devices. Whatever was going on here, it wasn’t any of her business, was it?

But something about that look made her pause and hold back. This wasn’t right, was it? This was off. Wrong. It shouldn’t have been like this. As much as she hated to say it, she had to intervene.

”Stop.” Maiden spoke up and took steps towards Spider, who looked back at her with a fiery glare. ”This is all wrong.”

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, as Spider eased up on her hold. Just a little, for a second, as she looked back, ready for whatever attack Maiden was coming at her with. She wasn’t sure if she could take on both these women at once, even if they’d been dragged through the ring, and the thought of a swift retreat was looming.

It went away, however, when Maiden reached down and grabbed Susan’s ankle, pulling it back and motioning for Spider to do the same. ”Go after her legs.”

Spider’s cruel smile came back in full as the two of them dragged Susan out of the corner, all the way to the center of the ring. Together, they flipped her over, seized her legs, and applied the Boston Crab - or, to be more specific, they did a single-leg Boston Crab on both of her legs, targeting both of them with the insane pressure. It wouldn’t be too long before the referees came out and put a stop to this mess, but until they did, the two would make sure the redhead went through hell.

When Maiden told Kikuchi to stop and got her attention, an immense wave of relief washed over Susan. The match had been anything but a friendly affair, and she had no doubt the punishment stipulation afterward had been humiliating for the maid. Even so, it seemed that was being put in the past, and Maiden was going to help her before this beating turned even uglier.

...And then the maid made it clear she was stepping in to help Spider, not Susan.

The redhead could practically feel her heart drop into her stomach and her blood run cold as her ankle was grabbed, and the two women dragged her out toward the middle of the ring. “You little bitch!” she barked at Maiden, thrashing in their clutches, though she lacked the strength to fend both of them off. Susan was rolled onto her front, then shrieked in agony as her legs were pulled back far, far further than they were ever meant to go. She pounded on the mat, tried to pull herself away, only to quickly find that she had no way out.

Only minutes ago this had been a triumphant debut for the model, and now it had all morphed into a horrible nightmare. All she could do was howl in pain while her legs were tortured and pray that it would be short lived. But that was entirely up to Spider Kikuchi and Maiden Sakurazaki. Susan had done all she could to resist, but she was entirely at their mercy now...

Needless to say, Susan’s name calling did little to dissuade Maiden from her current course of action.

Together, she and Spider proceeded to bend Susan in half, putting her flexibility to the test. It was harder than it looked, with the redhead’s legs providing a lot of weight and power, and she wasn’t entirely sure she could’ve pulled it off by herself. But two bodies against two legs wasn’t even close to a fair fight. They had her, for as long as they wanted.

Or as long as the referees would let them, which turned out not to be much longer. The officials came running down the ramp and immediately pulled them off. Maiden went peacefully while Spider was dragged out of the ring, kicking and screaming. In the end, it took three referees to keep the wiry woman under control, and even they were having some trouble with it.

”I’m not done with you, you little bitch! You hear me?” She shrieked as they pulled her up the ramp, her shrill voice carrying over the raucous crowd. ”You thought that was bad? That was nothing! Meet me at Avalanche, and I’ll twist those fat legs of yours up like a pretzel!”