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

Valley was about to be pinned, but she could kick out of it. She had enough in the tank for that. She was 95% sure.

...maybe 90%. Yeah, that was fair.

Victoria’s kicks and offense in general had really rocked her in a short amount of time, totally taking her by surprise, so it wasn’t too big of a stretch to think that the woman could’ve pulled off a win, here. For the opportunistic woman, there was always a chance to get in a lucky strike. Matches had been decided off less.

Victoria dropped in and scooped Valley up for the pin, showing excellent form with it for the cherry on top. She scored one count, then two, and…

Valley threw her arm up hard at the last second, right as the referee was raising her hand again, staying in the match and letting the audience breath a collective sigh of relief. Even the Black Belt Demon, who’d been busy leaning up against the post to recoup, had a long exhale, glad they were still in the match.

”Close, real close.” Valley sighed as she rolled over to her chest, putting up a weak smile. ”What’s next?”

Victoria hadn’t really expected to get a three count when she went for the pin, though moments like these may be her best bet of securing victory for her team. The Black Belt Demon hadn’t seemed to be in a good position to try to break up the pin, and there was a small chance that her kick had taken just enough out of Valley that she could hold her down for three seconds. Even so, it was a long shot, although that didn’t stop Victoria from buying into her chances just as strongly as everyone else when the ref’s hand struck two and nearly went for the final count. The tall blonde felt herself let out a big exhale as well when Valley kicked out, narrowly stopping the count at the last moment.

Hearing the comment from her foe, Victoria couldn’t help but smile a bit herself while glancing at Valley. “You’ll see,” was all she said in response while she got up and moved to the girl, reaching down to grab her by one of the wrists to drag her back up to her feet. Victoria had decided she liked Valley, and wished more of her opponents could have an attitude like hers. But she was still intent on winning this thing. No holding back.

Once Valley was up, Victoria would immediately turn to one of the neutral corners, then attempt to whip her foe off into it, putting a good amount of strength behind it to ensure the collision with the turnbuckles would be anything but comfortable. If she could get the woman in position, Victoria would then take off in a sprint straight at her, lowering her body in preparation to plow shoulder-first right into Valley with a spear in the corner!

What was next?

Well, if Valley were in Victoria’s position, the next thing she would do was get her opponent and keep them moving. Both their styles seemed to revolve around mobility, agility, movement, speed. Staying active was the best way to keep things in the comfort zone, and she would bank on the exchange coming down in her favor.

That seemed to be Victoria’s thought process, too, as she forced her to stand and sent her running off to the ropes. Valley spun about and hit the pads with her back, only to find a raging blonde heading towards her on a harsh collision course.

Smart move, giving her little time to react. Didn’t mean it was going to work, though.

Valley shot her leg up with one of her world famous kicks the second Victoria came in range, trying to hit her clean on the face with the snapping blow. It wasn’t too likely to do much on its own, and she wasn’t asking it to - all she wanted was an opening, and she could make so much happen from there.

Victoria felt pretty confident in her plan. That big roundhouse kick to Valley’s chest had likely knocked a fair amount of wind from her sails. The Irish Whip forced her into a run before she had been given much time to catch her breath. And Victoria’s skill in Muay Thai among multiple other martial arts made her quite dangerous against foes backed up in the corner or against the ropes. One good charge to ensure Valley stayed in that corner, and Victoria would be good to go. Or so she thought, anyway, until…

SMACK!

Out of nowhere, a foot snapped up and cracked right across Victoria’s face! She had completely stopped midstride, her head jerking to the side with the impact while her vision briefly filled with a flash of white. The kick had scrambled her good, throwing her senses all into momentary disarray while she stumbled, unknowingly turning her back to Valley while a hand went up almost on instinct to rest on the aching spot where she had been struck. She was at least aware enough to be pretty certain that no bones had been broken, but it would take a moment or two before she could get her bearings back fully. And it was doubtful Valley would just wait for that to happen.

No, Valley was not of a mind to let Victoria - a fast, dangerous opponent - recover. Not one little bit. It was clear, far too clear, that this woman had the tools to beat her flat out, could keep up with her, and was the real danger of the random duo. Needed to isolate this threat. Fast.

Lucky her, she managed to get just the opening she needed with her kick, cracking her foe square in the mouth and leaving her reeling...and turned away from her. Valley had a nice back to work with, a vulnerable opponent. What more could you ask for in a match?

Valley ducked down, then leaped straight up, spinning about in mid-air as she went to face the turnbuckle at the apex. She planted her feet on the top rope, then leaped off, jumping backwards, sailing over her foe and coming down right on her shoulders with both legs. She leaned forward in that instant, bringing her face close to Victoria, tapping their noses together with a devilish grin.

”Hi.”

Valley threw her body back in a swift motion and pulled her legs in, taking Victoria up and over and down on her back, dropping on her for a hurricanrana - one with a nice pin on it, too. It wasn’t perfect, the whole motion left her leaning forward more than she wanted, her hips shifting over Victoria’s face, but overall, considering how bad that could’ve gone? It worked.

If Victoria had been watching from the apron or from the crowd, she would have leapt up and screamed in excitement at Valley Doll’s amazing acrobatic display just like everyone else in the arena. Unfortunately, she was in the worst possible spot for it. Not only was she the only one in the building who didn’t get to see the high-flying legend at work, but she was also the target of Valley’s move.

The American jolted in surprise as her adversary abruptly appeared not just in her view, but taking over it entirely. One second Victoria had been facing an empty section of the ring and a sea of spectating fans beyond that. She blinked, and suddenly a weight had landed right on her shoulders, and Valley Doll had completely taken over her field of vision. Victoria barely had time to glance up at the woman with surprised eyes before she was suddenly flipping forward against her will and crashing down back-first on the mat!

A deafening roar of cheers filled the arena, though the dazed martial artist couldn’t hear them very well. She noticed that was partly because of a pair of smooth, yet toned thighs framing her head. Cobwebs were shaken off quickly, and Victoria realized Valley Doll was not just pinning her, but was sitting on her face while doing it! She could feel the woman’s sex through the fabric of her trunks bearing down over her mouth and nose. Looking up at her foe from between the woman’s thighs, her eyes went wide with both surprise again as well as panic, her face turning red beneath her. A noise of protest rang from Victoria’s mouth, but sealed off by Valley’s crotch, the noise came off only as a muffled moan.

“ONE!”

The ref was counting, adding to Victoria’s despair as she squirmed and pawed at Valley’s legs and hips. But she was hyper aware of her hands pressing against Valley’s thighs and butt, each one embarrassing her to the point that she was giving up on each attempt upon contact and immediately trying to search for somewhere else to push, all while groaning in desperate protest against Valley’s clothed sex.

From her team’s corner, Susan looked concerned. Just moments ago Victoria had been in pretty firm control, and seemed perfectly capable of handling herself. But now the same woman who had looked like a true martial arts master looked like she was struggling to escape a very simple facesit pin after taking quite minimal damage.

“HEY! SNAP OUT OF IT! JUST THROW HER OFF!” she yelled, starting to lean in through the ropes in case she needed to make a last second sprint to break up the pin.

“TWO!”

“MMPH!!” Victoria yelled in panic, seemingly no closer to finding her way out of this! Her legs kicked about helplessly. And as the ref’s hand raised up and began its final descent, Susan cursed under her breath while hurrying into the ring and starting to bolt into a run, but then…

A split second before the ref’s hand reached the mat for the third and final count, Victoria’s hands found the small of Valley’s back, then shoved up and forward while sliding herself in the opposite direction, narrowly escaping the pin at the last possible moment! Susan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and quickly went back out to stand on the apron in her corner. Meanwhile Victoria hurriedly crawled toward the nearest set of ropes, panting while she tried to pull herself back up to her feet, her face still red with bashful embarrassment as she struggled to push what had just happened out of her mind.

Valley found herself in a strange position. Figuratively and literally.

It only occurred to her after the first count that her pin hadn’t gone exactly as she’d planned. First and foremost, she’d moved forward too much after the landing, and she wasn’t putting her weight where it needed to be. She doubted this would work for the win at all, but it definitely wasn’t going to work if her weight wasn’t on Victoria’s chest.

...only, it was working. Very well, in fact. Enough to get a solid two count, and maybe more. Valley’s eyes widened, as astonished as anyone else. As moves went, a hurricanrana pin was only a couple of degrees above an arm drag. A useful move, sure, but not one that would win a match against a first-day wrestler, let alone one who’d given Valley this much trouble. But she was struggling. It was like she was afraid to even touch her.

It was only at the last second - the last fraction of a second - that Victoria kicked out, saving herself from a lose and Valley from one of the least satisfying wins in her career. More confused than anything, the Slamazon took a moment to toss her hair back as she stood. A weird moment, but whatever. Back to work. She popped to her feet and gave chase, coming at Victoria from behind. Valley brought her knee up as her foe rose and placed it against the back of her opponent's head, choking her on the ropes for a couple of seconds to keep her winded. And to ask a quick question. "You, uh...you okay?"

The Black Belt Demon, meanwhile, was making her way back into the ring. She’d started to step inside, getting one leg in, preparing to intercept Susan, when Victoria escaped. It all left her confused as anyone else, the whole arena muttering amongst themselves, trying to make heads or tails of those three odd seconds.

Everyone except Anesthesia. She looked to her side and saw her benefactor staring at Victoria with an iron focus, unwavering and unblinking. The Black Belt Demon knew that look well, even in the short time they worked together: The Dark Nightingale was thinking. Intense thought, too. But what about?

Victoria hadn’t felt such a strong mixture of embarrassment and relief simultaneously many times in her life, and almost all of those moments had taken place in an AFW ring. Valley Doll had just sat on her face. Only a thin fabric had separated Victoria’s nose and lips from her foe’s naked womanhood. And even then it had pressed so firmly on her that Victoria had smelled Valley’s most intimate place, and felt their shape against her lips as if she were kissing it. All while tens of thousands watched on live in the arena, and millions more saw it on their TVs and computers. At least she had managed to kick out, but still…

She tried silently reminding herself that this kind of thing was totally normal here. Even outside the realm of hentai or softcore-themed matches, people got their faces sat on all the time here. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone on the roster, Friction or Tension, who hasn't experienced it in a match at least once. And of those few you could find, most are either fairly new or haven’t had many matches yet. But those thoughts offered little solace. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, reliving all the details in her head again. The feeling of Valley’s clothed sex against her mouth and nose, and of her smooth yet toned thighs against her cheeks as they framed her head; seeing Valley look down on her while mounted on her face… And the fact that Victoria felt a bit aroused because of it. The only direct sign of it was that her nipples had started to stiffen, though likely none beyond the first couple rows could even notice from this angle.

When Victoria failed to bring her mind back into focus, she received a bit of “help” from Valley, who leaned her knee against Victoria to choke her against the ropes. “I’m...fine…” she grunted through grit teeth, while grimacing in pain and discomfort from the choke. Just then the ref was coming over, ready to start giving a warning count to Valley unless she released the choke first.

Were those stiff nipples?

Oh, yes. Those were stiff nipples.

Anesthesia took great pride in her knowledge of the female anatomy, in her attention to its every detail, and that expertise served her well. It allowed her to notice things that might have escaped the eye of others. To see things that would’ve been missed by most. Things like the look in a woman’s eyes, the nervousness, the blushing, the fidgeting. All the hallmarks of a woman who wasn’t quite accustomed to touching other women...not in certain ways, at least.

Intriguing. Quite intriguing. It was time for an experiment.

”Makoto,” She spoke just loud enough to draw her minion’s attention over the crowd’s braying. ”Tag in. And when you do, make sure you use the new moves I showed you.”

That brought confusion to the Black Belt Demon’s face, as she traded glances between her mentor and the ring. ”New moves?” Anesthesia hadn’t taught her much of anything when it came to real wrestling - she was already more proficient than the Dark Nightingale when it came to that sort of thing. All she’d really done was give her more to work with when it came to…

Oh. Oh.

The Black Belt Demon’s smile curled to match Anesthesia’s as they both looked on, watching as Valley backed away from an aching Victoria. She reached down and took the other blonde by the wrist, hauling her up, looking like she was getting ready to send her off with an Irish Whip, but Makoto was quick to grab her attention.

”Hey! Tag me in!” She leaned over the ropes with an outstretched hand, drawing her partner’s attention. Valley looked back her way, unsure at first, but figured it wasn’t the worst idea - the past couple of minutes had been draining, and a break would be a good way to get all her wind back and keep the pressure on.

She moved over and tagged out, switching places with Makoto and handing off Victoria’s wrist. No time was wasted, either - the moment she was in the ring, the Black Belt Demon pulled her opponent in and rammed her, slamming her shoulder into the blonde’s chest to keep the pace up.

Victoria began coughing the moment Valley stopped choking her on the ropes. It felt so good to be able to breathe again. The one part of her that even remotely disagreed with the sentiment oddly enough seemed to be…her brain, which couldn’t stop replaying the sensations of that facesit pin she’d been put in moments ago. She only snapped out of it when she noticed where Valley was leading her to now.

She tried to brace her feet and turn away to avoid letting Valley make the tag, but was too late, and still too winded to put up sufficient resistance. Her wrist was given over to The Black Belt Demon, who immediately used it for leverage to slam her shoulder into Victoria’s chest. “Ugh!!” she grunted out at the impact, stumbling back as far as she could with her wrist being held onto, before she fell to a knee.

“What the fuck?” Susan said aloud while she watched from the apron. She had no idea what she was even watching. One second this no-name partner of hers was hanging right there with Valley Doll, and now…this? She had no idea what had caused this drastic change, but the other team seemed to. Or at least, the model had noticed Anesthesia telling The Black Belt Demon something right before the brat had called for the tag.

“WATCH YOURSELF, VICKY! THEY’RE UP TO SOMETHING!” she tried to warn from her corner. Whether or not that would help even a little bit, she had no idea…