Susan Howard and Victoria Archer vs. Black Belt Demon and Valley Doll - Randomination

Black Belt Demon found all of this showing off and smiling a pain in the ass - just more stupid Americans being stupid, something she’d come to experience quite often in her time as a pro wrestler. Anesthesia, however, had a slightly different take on it - while she wasn’t one for the fancy moves, she could never turn her eye away from two beauties running about the ring, especially when they were such a delectable pair. She particularly liked the redhead’s look. Fine thighs on that one, supple and smooth and begging to be caressed. She almost wished she’d taken Makoto’s place for this so she could get the chance, but no - her student needed more real, the job training.

She was also quite interested in the blonde - the one who wasn’t currently fighting, naturally. A fit one, lean and strong, appearing to be fairly formidable. She was the tallest, most dangerous woman in the ring going by appearances, which begged the question: Why hadn’t Anesthesia heard of her?

She had just started to ponder when her gaze was redirected back to the action in the ring, as Valley Doll hammered Susan into the canvas with a elbow drop out of thin air. The Slamazon wasn’t about to give her much rest after that, sticking with her momentum. Rolling away, she’d pop to her feet, but only stay on them for half a second before she launched again. Jumping forward, she flipped back as she moved through the air, looking to come down on Susan’s battered chest with a Standing Shooting Star Press - and, if it connected, a pinfall attempt would follow right behind. She doubted it would work, but it would keep this woman on her toes and put some fear in her.

Taking an elbow drop to the chest was never a good feeling. But from the short height that Valley had dropped one on her, it was also almost never the kind of thing that put people away. Breathing would be a bit more difficult for a minute or two, and she might have a bit of a bruise on her sternum that a bit of makeup could easily hide if necessary. But she could live with that.

However, that wasn’t all Valley had in store for her. The model was just about to start pushing herself up when the blonde came flipping into her view again. Susan just had enough time for her eyes to bulge in surprise before the Slamazon splashed down onto her! “GUH!!!” she gasped out, feeling her foe’s body continue to press down on her even after the impact.

“One!”

“Two!”

The second count had only just come when Susan kicked her legs out with a grunt, shoving her shoulder off the mat with a jolt to cut the pin count off there.

Valley didn’t really think she’d get the three count so early, but she had to give it a try. She got the impression that Susan was fairly new to the business - not a complete rookie, but not seasoned, and sometimes you could catch the younger girls off guard with a pin right out of the gate. She was all for testing these women, seeing what they had, but she wouldn’t have complained about going home early, either.

”Come on! What kind of weak pin was that!”

Plus, the sooner this was over, the sooner she could be done with that.

Valley groaned and sat up after the count was broken. She grabbed hold of Susan’s wrist and started to stand up, forcing the woman to rise with her. ”Okay, Legs.” She brought her smile back with a light chuckle. “Let’s see if we can get you to that three count, hm?”

Victoria let out a small sigh, partly in relief that her partner wasn’t in as much trouble as it had seemed a moment ago, and also partly out of pity for Valley having to deal with Black Belt Demon’s screaming. Although she had to admit, the Slamazon was handling that much better than she would’ve.

Susan again seemed unfazed by the noise, focused primarily on recovering the air Valley had just splashed out of her. The model’s wrist was grabbed, and initially she started to move where Valley pulled her. But her red hair, cascading down over her face, hid a grin that began to tug at her lips.

“One…” she muttered so softly it was barely even audible.

“Two…” A tad louder this time, as she looked up to flash a sinister grin at Valley.

“Three!”

And with that she yanked back on the wrist Valley clung to while throwing her own body back, trying to roll onto her back while pulling the Slamazon onto her. At the same time Susan threw her legs out and tried to wrap them around Valley’s waist to trap her in a body scissor! Her foe had teased about her legs, but now the redhead intended to demonstrate that they weren’t just for show. Susan might not be a seasoned veteran, but her scissor holds had crushed opponents of just about all sizes and experience levels into submission.

She could hardly wait to see how well they would work on Valley.

Why was Susan counting?

Why was Suasn smiling?

Those were the two questions that Valley wanted an answer to as she pulled her opponent up. The former had been perplexing enough, making her pause with confusion, but when the hair parted and she saw that wild grin, all she could do was look back with pure confusion. That look stayed, too, until she was pulled back, the legs wrapped around her waist, and well…

Valley was suddenly reminded of the last redhead she’d fought. While Alicia Welles was a different kind of fighter, she had a few things in common with Susan. At first, Valley had just thought it was the hair color and thighs, but as those legs constricted and clamped down, she realized this woman could rival her old foe in another, more important way: scissorholds.

The Slamazon let out a croaking gasp as the legs clamped down and crushed her midsection, forcing all the air clean out of her body. Her hands immediately went to the task of pushing at Susan’s legs, feebly trying to force any relief, but it wasn’t happening - she would’ve had any easier time getting out of an actual anaconda’s grip, she swore. The woman had her good, and if that look on her face was any indication, she was well aware of it.

”Oh, come on, really? You fell for that?”

And no, that wasn’t helping.

Seeing the shock, pain and terror that all exploded onto Valley’s expression the moment Susan’s legs clamped down on her was priceless. It was a sight the model had been treated to on more occasions than she could count between her session wrestling and short independent career. But no matter how many times Susan experienced this, it would never get old. Susan took a great deal of pride in the fact that her legs were as deadly as they were beautiful. Moments like this validated that pride, which only made her all the more eager to crush Valley Doll between her lethal thighs.

Pressing her hands on the canvas, Susan grunted while pushing herself off the mat slightly so she could lean her hips into the trapped blonde and crank up the devastating pressure even more! “Looks like all that flying of yours can’t help you much now,” she said through a sadistic grin, delighting in Valley’s pain and anguish. The Slamazon’s feeble attempts to pry the legs off with her hands almost made Susan laugh. She just kept squeezing, as if she was determined to make Valley tap out without either of them ever even getting the chance to tag their partner in!

Black Belt Demon may not have been impressed, but Victoria was. “Whoa…” she muttered while watching on. She had pretty skilled legs herself, but knew for a fact a scissor hold from her wouldn’t have Valley in nearly as much trouble as Susan’s. Victoria wouldn’t have guessed this model had something this dangerous in her arsenal. And now that she knew, she was glad to not be on the team having to fight against it.

God, Valley had almost forgotten how much she hated being on the receiving end of this kind of thing. A body scissor like this could literally such the life out of you. She could feel her innards compressing, her bones and organs moving against each other in ways they were never meant to. Every breath was a struggle, and she could already feel her world getting foggy. Way too early in the match to be in this sort of state.

Phew. Okay. Okay. Focus.

Valley bit down her teeth and closed her eyes, forcing herself to think through things. The trap people fell into with moves like this was panicking, letting the pain cloud their mind. It was a strong move, but not inescapable. There were ways out. The ropes were the obvious one, or she could call on her partner, make the tag or have her intervene. She didn’t like those options, though - if Black Belt Demon was kvetching now, she’d only get worse if Valley owed her one.

”Maybe, maybe not.” She grunted her reply. ”Not my only option, though.”

Valley leaned back, pulling Susan towards her, then opened her own legs and shot them out, wrapping them around Susan’s torso from below and clasping them around her stomach, putting her in a bodyscissor of her own. Valley’s legs might not have had quite the same crushing power as her opponents, but her legs were nothing to sneeze at - she’d gotten her fair share of submissons out of them, too, and their thinner size gave them a nasty bite. She doubted she would hurt Susan as much as Susan could hurt her, but that might not have been a problem. It all depended on how much of her own medicien the redhead could stomach.

In the countless times Susan had trapped people in her body scissor, no one had ever managed or even attempted to put her in one at the same time. But that’s what Valley did here, causing her eyes to widen in surprise as the Slamazon’s legs came up and around her midsection while the model was still squeezing away at Valley!

The redhead’s smug sneer had gone away, and now her expression began to closely resemble her foe’s while they both endured the tight pressure applied by the other. Valley’s legs didn’t have quite the same size and power as hers, but that didn’t make her hold ineffective. Susan felt like she could feel the blonde’s very bones bearing into her, though it was hard to tell how much of that hard surface was bone, and how much was taut, hard muscle.

“Heh… Not bad…” Susan grunted. “But you’ll...have to do better!” And with that she eased the pressure of her body scissor just barely long enough to relax her muscles, and then clamped right back on with maximum pressure! Valley could apply a nice scissor hold, but the model was determined not to be beaten at her own game. She wanted to squeeze the Slamazon so hard she’d have no choice but to abandon her own hold and either tap, or find another way out.

Valley had to admit, she had her doubts on this working too well. Her legs were strong, yes, more than most would’ve guessed at a glance, but Susan’s thighs weren’t just as powerful as they seemed - they were far, far moreso. Crushing, crippling thighs, the kind that made her wonder how they even got made. This woman was a model, in good shape but she wasn’t a bodybuilder like Bubbles or anything. This kind of pressure was insane.

If she could’ve locked her bodyscissor in first, if the positioning was better, if she wasn’t in the process of having her body sawed in half, maybe she could’ve made something of this. But here, now? It wasn’t working nearly as well as she would’ve hoped. She managed to hurt Susan, which was almost worth all the effort, but anyone could see who was getting the lion’s share of pain here, and it wasn’t just because the redhead had started first. If anything, Susan’s legs were getting even stronger, as she clamped on and raised the pressure to greater and greater heights.

This wasn’t a battle Valley was going to win.

As it was now, however, her attempt at a counterscissor only served one purpose: distraction. If Susan was struggling with her hold, she wasn’t putting effort into anchoring herself. Seeing her chance, Valley propped up on her hands and made a mad drag towards the ropes, reaching out the instant they were in range and getting a tight hold on the bottom one.

Years of in-ring experience taught wrestlers so many seemingly little things they’d never learn from a coach in some gym or dojo. Susan, like many in the arena, was wrapped up in the obvious, merely focusing on trying to win the battle of scissor holds against her foe. To her credit, she was succeeding on that front. Valley’s hold was nothing to scoff at. It made the redhead wince with pain while she endured it, but endure it she did, all while crushing the Slamazon’s midsection with a force she knew could not be withstood for much longer.

If the only thing that mattered was seeing who could apply the stronger scissor hold, the ref might as well raise Susan’s hand now. But there was more going on than just that. Because she was dealing with Valley’s hold while also trying to constantly adjust her own to keep up the pressure she wanted, Susan was having to keep moving. That allowed her foe to move too, and to get closer to the ropes. Valley may not have been able to out-scissor Susan, but applying her own hold had given her a route to the ropes that otherwise may not have been there, and the redhead hadn’t even noticed until suddenly Valley was reaching out and grabbing the ropes!

The crowd let out a collective gasp that sounded like a mixture of surprise and relief. Her fans were glad she’d made it, and many were glad this match wasn’t ending so quickly. But clearly a lot of them were just as surprised that Valley had been able to make it to the ropes as Susan was. Such was the nature of the experience gap between them. The ref seemed ready to start a warning count for the model, but it wasn’t needed. She uncoiled her legs from around Valley a mere second or two after she had grabbed the rope, grinning while she picked herself back up.

“You’re a crafty one. Thought I had you there,” she said, backing off and giving Valley some time and space to get back to her feet.