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

Valley wasn’t going to tap out to this, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t in a bad spot. It was more of stubborn pride, than anything. She’d certainly been submitted by less excruciating things than her opponent was putting out, but never this early in a match, and definitely not a tag team bout, and the idea of it being done by a woman who was a near rookie? Unthinkable.

So it was hard, it sucked, it was a horrible experience, but she soldiered on all the way to the ropes, doing her best stay in the match. It wasn’t easy, but it was all worth it in the end, because

”Rope break!”]

Two of the sweetest holds Valle had ever heard, and Susan was to be commended for easing up and letting her go before the count was pushed, despite clearly enjoying the squeeze. Valley nodded to her opponent as she started to rise, grabbing her side as she went. ”You came closer than most, I’ll give out that.” She straightened up and took a deep breath, making sure air supply was fully restored. ”Next time, I’ll see if I can put you-”

Her attempt at friendly banter was interrupted by a hard slap on her back, one that made her jump and hiss as the Black Belt Demon tagged her way in. ”Enough, this isn’t the old folks’ home, lady.” Makoto ducked down and slipped through the ropes, taking her position as the official woman. ”If you can’t put a nobody like this away, I will.”

Valley sneered her way, having a lot to say about all of that nonsense, but in truth, a little break wouldn’t have been the worst thing, and from what she knew of Makoto’s history , the woman could handle herself well enough. And if she couldn’t? That would be fun, too.

”Suit yourself.” Valley shrugged and made her way out to the apron without another word of protest. ”Good luck.”

”Luck is for idiots.” The Black Belt Demon waved her off, then turned back to Susan as she lowered into her stance, not even bothering to mask her contempt. ”You ready to take on a real wrestler, you floozy?”[/color][/color]

Susan wasn’t one to gush too much over praise from others, even seasoned and respected veterans like Valley Doll. The model’s confidence in herself often seemed to know no bounds. Affirmation of her skills, beauty or anything else about herself that she held in high esteem certainly helped to fuel her ego, but it was rarely received as new information.

She was just starting to get in a ready stance in preparation to resume the action with Valley before a loud smack echoed through the arena as Black Belt Demon surprisingly tagged herself in. The redhead placed her hands on her shapely hips as Valley reluctantly stepped out and Makoto came in to take her place.

“Susan! Tag me!”

The model’s partner had been so quiet to this point Susan had almost forgotten she was even there. The voice drew her attention briefly to the blonde, who was extending her hand out toward her. Victoria didn’t know a ton about Black Belt Demon. But she knew if the girl lived up to that ring name, then Victoria was easily the better equipped member of her team to take the girl on. Susan, however, wasn’t ready to give up the spotlight just yet.

“Now, now, just hold on a minute. You’ll get your turn soon enough,” she said, turning back to grin at Makoto. “As long as she doesn’t break too quickly, that is.”

When the Black Belt Demon got into her stance and addressed her, Susan brought a hand up to her lips in mock surprise. “Oh, you’re actually a wrestler? And here I was so convinced that you were a demon!” she said with highly exaggerated sarcasm, drawing small laughter from pockets of the crowd, mainly those who were close enough to hear the comment and understood English. Even Victoria, who was a tad disconcerted by Susan’s refusal to tag her in, had to turn her head to try to mask her own amused giggle.

Pleased with herself, the redhead grinned while putting her own hands up, starting to circle her foe. “Alright, Karate Kid! Show me what you’ve got!”

When she stepped into the ring and her opponent spoke, Susan’s words baffled her at first. Why was she so confused by her outfit, and what was with all the lame jokes? She was acting puzzled, confused, almost as if…

”Wait.” Her eyes narrowed and her stance slackened. ”Do you...do you not know who I am?”

Her voice was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and real irritation, as the source of her opponent’s flippant attitude was now all too apparent. This woman really had no clue who she was. Sure, she had on a new outfit, but it wasn’t that different from the one she normally wore. She still looked enough like the old Makoto that she would be easily recognized by just about anyone who kept up with Japanese pro wrestling at all. She was a Rumble Rose, one of the few and proud, an elite member of a famous organization in this sport.

And this idiot didn’t know her. She sure seemed to know Valley, but not her. And she was laughing at her, and making everyone else laugh, and even her own tag team partner was getting a little snicker in.

Yes. Yes, this was a bad foot to start out on.

”Makoto.” Anesthesia called from the sidelines as she threw a dismissive wave her way. ”Brook no insult.”

The Black Belt Demon turned back to her with a sneer then charged her way at full blast, bearing down on her fast. She had her hands up for a grapple, but this was one time when the Judo Babe had no interest in the traditional. She brought her foot up and shot it out, coming at her stomach with a hard kick.

Susan blinked, the confusion Makoto had briefly displayed now showing in the redhead’s expression. “Huh? What are you talking about..?” she asked, unsure of just what had sparked the impression that Susan didn’t know who this woman was. Not that she had exactly discussed it with anyone in the right here tonight, but the model had pretty much always been an avid wrestling fan. Wrestle Angels had always been at the top of her viewing list, but she’d seen more than enough Rumble Roses to know very well who Makoto was, as well as Anesthesia. She was a bit less knowledgeable about their AFW careers, specifically the events that had led Makoto to become “the Black Belt Demon,” but still...

Maybe it was something Susan had said, a language barrier issue she hadn’t picked up on. She was certain nicknames were used in Japan, even as jokes and jabs, just like anywhere else. But then again Japanese seemed like a tricky language to master, from what little she currently knew about it. Whatever the issue, Susan decided to throw the thought away and focus on the task at hand. Makoto made the first move, and the redhead responded by moving right in with her, almost mirroring her stance, ready to lock up! Just as she started to lunge out with her hands, she noticed her foe’s leg coming up, but too late to defend herself from the oncoming kick. “Ugh!” she grunted loudly as the blow sent her quickly stumbling back a couple steps. She lost her balance and fell to a knee, with one hand resting over her stomach.

In her team’s corner Victoria was wincing, though not just from the sight of the kick, although that certainly hadn’t looked pleasant to take. But even though Makoto’s excellent form was evidence that her new moniker was well-earned, the blonde was surprised that Susan had neither seen or anticipated the kick sooner. Unless Susan was holding back, which Victoria doubted, it had become evident quite early on that the model wasn’t nearly good enough of a striker to keep up with a foe like this. It also seemed unlikely that Makoto would easily put herself in a position to get trapped in one of those nasty scissor holds. Victoria had been afraid of this. Susan may have impressed at the start, but now she was starting to look like a fish out of water. The blonde anxiously shifted around while tightly gripping the rope, knowing their chances in this match might very well depend on whether Susan could last long enough to tag her in...

Anesthesia looked on with an approving nod as her pupil went to work, taking the initiative against Susan and coming back with solid results. It was good to see a return on her investment, and that her time forcing Aisha to train the young judoka in fistfighting hadn’t been a complete waste - while she doubted the young woman would be winning kickboxing tournaments anytime soon, her striking abilities were decent and viable now, a stark contrast to the poor state they’d been in before.

Susan’s current state proved that well enough. Knocking her back, getting the woman down to a knee. True, Valley had done a fair job of wearing her down already, she was far fresh, but the Black Belt Demon showed aggression where Makoto would’ve brought caution, was pressing her advantage where she would’ve allowed her foe time to recoup before.

Welcome changes. ”Stay on her!”

The Black Belt Demon hardly needed to be told that. She was on the move already, running to Susan’s side as she dropped to her knee. Reaching out, she grabbed two handfuls of the American’s long, red hair, gripped it tight, then yanked it down in one swift, vicious motion, hurling her skull into the canvas all at once, spiking. She followed up quick, too, making sure to give her foe a quick stomp on that oversized thigh of hers, only a moment after the impact.

Susan’s failure to defend against the kick had been a far bigger slip-up than the model could’ve immediately guessed. It had landed flush and winded her, and it also opened the door for much worse to immediately follow. Her red locks were tightly gripped, and then used to hurl Susan right down onto her head! She barely even had time to gasp and grunt in pain before Makoto stomped down on her thigh.

“Agh!” Susan cried out, immediately rolling away toward one of the neutral corners.

“Ref! She grabbed her hair!” Victoria called, prompting no more than a meek warning from the ref to Makoto. Of course the blonde didn’t expect that one hair pull to get the Black Belt Demon disqualified. But if the ref held her attention for even a moment addressing the issue, it would be one more moment that Susan would have to get her bearings back. The redhead was presently pulling herself up to stand in the corner, tapping a foot of the leg that had been stomped against the mat to test it. It was sore, and she’d probably have a nasty bruise there later, but nothing felt broken.

Valley recoiled at the sight of Makoto’s stomp, hissing along with it. How many times had someone targeted her legs over the years? She couldn’t count if she cared to try. It wasn’t exactly illegal, but it wasn’t sportsmanlike, either, and if Anesthesia’s approving claps were anything to go by, she was going to be seeing a lot more of it before this match ended. Not a sign that inspired confidence.

The Black Belt Demon, on other hand, was full of confidence. Couldn’t have been more so. Driving her leg into that big, fat thigh of Susan’s was supremely satisfying, and she was already on the way to follow up when the referee moved in her way, giving her crap over the hair.

”Oh, please, screw off!” She huffed as she moved around the referee, annoyed at the temporary delay, and pointed Victoria’s way. ”Wait your turn, bitch! Coming for you next.”

With that threat issued, she returned her focus to where it belonged and moved in. Wanting to make up for even that small amount of lost time, she reached over, grabbed Susan’s wrist hard, and jerked back, twisting her body as she went to send her off with an Irish Whip to the opposite corner. Not just to keep her moving, but to force her to put weight on that hurt leg if she didn’t want to stumble and fall flat, exacerbating the damaged limb. Assuming Susan could even make it to the other side of the ring, the Black Belt Demon would give chase right away, looking to clobber her in the chest with an elbow after the initial impact.

Victoria didn’t respond to Makoto’s words, but she stared the girl down intently, her hand clutching tighter on the corner rope. Confidence was a rare sight in the blonde, largely because so many of her matches had her fretting anxiously over hentai stipulations. This wasn’t one of those. She had no doubt her opponents tonight were formidable, but Victoria wasn’t afraid to face them. She just hoped Susan could hang in there long enough to tag her in…

Speaking of the redhead, it was impossible to tell at a glance how much the brief moment Victoria had bought her had helped. But when she was whipped across the ring, Susan ran with a noticeable limp before turning and slamming into the turnbuckles with a grunt. She winced, those forced steps clearly adding to the pain and discomfort in her wounded leg. But there was no time to dwell on that, with the Black Belt Demon immediately coming right at her again!

With a small shout Susan threw up her good leg, slamming her foot into Makoto’s exposed stomach before the girl could collide into her. Hoping that would stun her just for a moment, the redhead would then push off the bottom rope with that same foot while using her arms on the top rope for support, and throw her legs up to throw them around the Black Belt Demon’s head to catch her in a tight surprise headscissor right where she stood! The efforts of pulling her legs up and applying the scissor hold were painful for Susan’s bad leg, but she was willing to grit her teeth and fight through that pain for as long as she could if it meant she could punish Makoto some with her lethal legs!

Susan was going to counter Makoto. Valley was sure of that. She wasn’t quite sure how, no, but she was certain it would happen in some form. Just from her brief time tussling with the woman, she could tell the redhead was a bit more hardy than she appear, tougher than you would think at a glance. That shot her leg had hurt, no doubt, but it wouldn’t fog up her head all that much, which you needed to do if you were going for a corner assault. Plus, the Black Belt Demon wasn’t all that fast on her feet. Not super slow, no, but for all the reasons a wrestler might go barefoot, it wasn’t to increase their running speed.

So, the match was about to turn away from her favor, Valley was about 95% sure on that. The question, then was what should she do about that. Warn Black Belt Demon. She could, yes, and it would save her some pain.

On the other hand, it would be funny to see her get squeezed in those legs, too, especially after all the ruckus she’d made a minute ago when it happened to her.

...yeah, option B. That was fine.

Sure enough, Makoto wound up running into a kick, one that bent her over and put her in a prime position for what came next. Valley almost felt sorry for the Black Belt Demon - she just had to put up with those legs around her waist. But around the neck? Oh, that’d hurt for weeks. ”Oopsie.”

Makoto cried out and fell to her knees, going into a spastic fit as those muscular thighs clamped on. She twisted left and right, pulled at them, beat at the thigh, but nothing worked - she was trapped in the vise, couldn’t breath, and her world was rapidly growing dark.

Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to put up with it for long, as the referee was already counting it off for the ropes. But five seconds could be a long, long time, especially when your head was being squashed like a rotten grape.

Victoria saw the same thing Valley did, but was a little less sure than the Slamazon things would play out they looked ready to. The bad condition of Susan’s leg could mess up her reaction time. But it turned out she had little to worry about in that regard. The model did manage to throw a kick to stop Makoto’s charge, then caught the Black Belt Demon in a picturesque headscissor. There was a certain elegance to it, the way Susan held herself off the ropes in an elevated position while controlling Makoto below with her legs around the girl’s neck. The pose accentuated Susan’s curves rather nicely, almost as if she were using the Black Belt Demon as a physical prop for one of her photoshoots.

Susan would have time to appreciate those things later. For now, she could only stay focused on the task at hand. The pain in her leg and her foe’s thrashing were making it hard to maintain her hold, although, perhaps somewhat fortunately, she wouldn’t have to hold it for long thanks to the ref’s warning count.

“Come on, off the ropes! One! Two! Three! Four!”

At the exact moment the count reached four Susan uncoiled her legs from around Makoto’s head and brought them down, careful not to put too much pressure on the wounded leg right away. She didn’t waste any time capitalizing on her opening. Intent on preventing the Black Belt Demon from getting too far away and recovering, she limped over to the woman’s head, putting her in a headlock and using the grip to drag her to her feet. She put one of Makoto’s arms around her head, then grunted while trying to hoist her up for vertical suplex, only to find that her wounded leg was preventing her from anchoring and balancing herself properly enough. Cursing under her breath, she called a quick audible and moved the arm off her neck while maintaining the headlock, then attempted to fall back and spike Makoto down on her head with a DDT!