AV 20 Spider Kikuchi vs. Susan Howard

A bit of luck had helped Susan keep her momentum. Clotheslines weren’t exactly a staple of her offensive scheme. And from the distance she had started at, it could’ve been easy for Kikuchi to avoid if she had seen it coming sooner. But the woman’s foot getting caught in the tinsel ended up giving Susan the perfect setup to floor her enemy with the running clothesline!

As good as that felt though, the thought of wrapping her legs around Kikuchi and squeezing her into submission sounded even better. But before she could attempt to trap Spider and capitalize on her momentum, her foe had already reached the ropes, and looked like she was about to start using them to start pulling herself up.

The redhead marched over to Spider, reaching down to grab her by the ankle. “Come here!” she growled, trying to yank her away from the ropes so she could bring her back toward the middle of the ring.

Spider Kikuchi couldn’t let Susan drag her to the middle of the ring.

She still remembered their last encounter well enough, and even if she didn’t, she’d seen what this woman had done to Maiden. Those legs were lethal, a death trap, and if she wanted to come out of this on top, then her strategy was simple - whatever happens, do not get between Susan’s legs.

So, when the redhead came over and started to pull her away, she grabbed hold of the middle rope with both hands, locked on tight and refused to let go as she was pulled away. So much so that she was pulled up and forced to balance on one foot, even as Susan continued to yank.

But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Spider let go off the ropes without warning and moved forward as Susan pulled her, still hopping on one leg. She made sure to get her balance right, then brought that leg up and swung it towards her opponent’s face, looking to tag her in the check with a quick enziguiri - one that might even hurt worse because of the stupid pointed shoes she was wearing.

“Let...go!” Susan growled while yanking her foe by the leg, trying to force her away from the ropes, but having no success in the process. It was like trying to take something from the mouth of a stubborn dog who just wanted to play a game of tug-of-war. But Susan wasn’t here to play games. She was here to crush Spider Kikuchi into submission between her legs again, and make sure this bitch paid for ambushing Susan in the ring after her match with Maiden Sakurazaki.

Although, naturally, Kikuchi wasn’t intent on going along with the model’s plan. And suddenly the redhead found herself being pulled in, before a stiff blow slammed right into her cheek! Gasping, her head whipped to the side with the force of the sudden kick, and she released Spider’s leg while falling to the mat. The odd shape of Kikuchi’s shoe made the feeling of a more pointed blow concentrated right at the middle of Susan’s cheek, rather than having the flat top of her foot strike equally over a wider surface.

Normally a kick like that would give her quite a painful headache. She seemed to have avoided that, but the pain that would otherwise have been felt through her brain was instead concentrated on her cheek. Susan had to work her jaw a few times to ensure it hadn’t been broken, and it took a few pats in a few different spots with her hand to convince her that she wasn’t bleeding in the mouth either. The Pin-Up Princess may have avoided serious injury, but she was also dangerously vulnerable, with her spiteful rival in prime position to capitalize.

Spider Kikuchi wasn’t really a striker, beyond a few choice attacks, always preferring a good submission hold when the opportunity arose - far less effort for far more results. But she would be lying if she didn’t admit that kicking Susan Howard in the face was extremely satisfying.

As was seeing her reel from the blow. Had that knocked a tooth loose? God, she hoped so. Since their little spar, Spider had dug up Susan’s history and learned that she was a model, and the idea of the bitch having to go through the rest of her career smileless…

A shame she couldn’t really enjoy it for long. Susan was stunned, but that wouldn’t last. She had to move in. Now.

She rolled to her side and scrambled over to Susan’s leg, reaching out and snagging her by the ankle. With it firm in her grasp, she stood up and dragged Susan towards the center of the ring, giving her harsh kicks in the hamstring to keep her compliant as they went.

Fortunately for Susan, she hadn’t had any teeth knocked out or loosened by that forceful kick to the face as Kikuchi had hoped. But that was about the only thing she had to be thankful for at the moment. Striking expert or not, Spider’s blow had knocked her loopy. The dazed model didn’t even notice her enemy moving in to capitalize until she was already starting to be dragged along the mat.

Once she realized what was going on, she squirmed wildly in resistance. “Let go--AGH!!” she cried sharply as a kick blasted against her hamstring! Susan was reminded of the way Spider and Maiden Sakurazaki had attacked her legs together. She still hadn’t completely recovered from that, and the kick was certainly not doing anything to help that process.

Every time the model squirmed she was punished for it with another kick to her hamstring, each kick drawing a fresh cry from her rosy lips. Soon she was in the middle of the ring, wincing in pain, and not in particularly good shape to protect herself from whatever Spider had in mind for her...

What was the hardest thing about being a submission wrestler? The intricate positions? Knowing the right time to use what movements? The spacing, making sure your opponents were in the right areas before you started?

No. Not for Spider Kikuchi, all those things came naturally, as easy as breathing. Her struggle came in the choosing - she had so many submission holds at her disposal that it was difficult to pick, like a painter with her palette. As she dragged Susan to the center of the ring, so many options presented themselves.

There was a simple kneebar. A little mundane, but effective.

The figure-four? A classic.

The sharpshooter? Maybe later. A little too grand to start with, a main course when they were just getting to appetizer.

By the time they reached their destination, Spider knew what she wanted well enough. She took Susan’s thunderous thighs and lifted them up. She kept leg straight and tucked under her armpit, while she forced the other leg down, trapping the shin behind the knee of the straightened one. She threaded her arms through the trapped leg, locked fingers, and applied pressure from there, and for a bonus she fell back and wrapped her legs around Susan’s waist, applying a tight bodyscissor. She couldn’t do it with the same crippling force as her opponent, no, but it was a nice way to pile on the pain. Add in that spiteful twist.

An inverted cloverleaf, in other words, and her own special variation of the move. ”Start crawling, you little bitch.”

Often in a match it was important to think ahead and anticipate what your opponent might try, so you can mentally prepare yourself to counter when the time came. In this particular case, Susan was conflicted on whether she wanted to do that. Naturally, she didn’t want a woman like this to have free reign to carry out whatever devious plan was hatching in her mind. But, knowing just how sadistic Spider Kikuchi was, the redhead really didn’t want to think about what twisted ideas might be going through Kikuchi’s head.

Her attempts to struggle had only gotten her already wounded leg blasted with heavy kicks. And before she could figure out another course of action, Kikuchi was already starting to tangle her legs together. Recognizing the shape her legs were being bent into, she was expecting to be turned over and locked in a traditional cloverleaf hold, which would’ve been bad enough. But instead, Kikuchi dropped down and slapped on a body scissor as well to put another painful twist on the hold.

“AAAAGH!!” Susan cried out as the combination of holds sent sharp stabs of pain through her legs and midsection. She thrashed about, but the tight constraints of Kikuchi’s clutches greatly limited her mobility. She glared spitefully at her enemy, hating that her one option was to do exactly what Kikuchi told her to do. Trying to bite back her screams in hopes of at least denying her foe of that, she forced her forearms against the mat and began to crawl, pulling herself and the Spider along inch by inch toward the ropes, hoping she’d be able to get just close enough to reach out and grab the bottom rope, but knowing it was going to be a long, long journey to get there...

Spider let out a long, satisfied sigh at the sound of Susan’s scream, and a shiver ran through her body. She had never considered herself one of those sadomasochistic types, never envisioned herself as the type who got some sort of sexual charge from cranking in holds - no, that was the sort of person people thought she was, no doubt comparing her to Freya Kagami and the like. But no - while she did have joy in her work, it was all about showing these little idiots what the pecking order was, putting them in their proper places.

But she would be lying if she said that twisting Susan in this hold wasn’t immensely satisfying. So delicious. Something about that American accent was perfect for screaming. No wonder they made so many cheap horror movies.

There was little to do now but sit back, crank the hold, and enjoy the show. It was a good one, too, with Susan working her way along the mat like the worm she was. Too quiet, though.

”Oh, what’s wrong? You’re so tight-lipped now. I want to hear that pretty voice of yours.” She gave her thighs a few quick pulses, pumping into her ribs.

”How are my bodyscissors, by the way? I know they’re not quite as good as these fat thighs you have, here...” She clenched her teeth and gave said thighs a good, hard pull. ”But they get the job done, right?”

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end, and this was no exception. Spider held the hold all the way up to the four count after Susan snagged the ropes - because why not - but she let go at the last second, stood up, and gave her opponent the required breathing room. Tossing her lustrous hair back, she stood up and strode back to the center of the ring, looking divine even in this idiotic outfit. ”Ready whenever you are, rookie.”

Susan bit back a curse at Spider’s taunting words. Except for submitting to her, there was almost nothing the model wanted less than to let this woman hear her scream. Unfortunately, the redhead wasn’t given very much say in the matter. Kikuchi’s legs squeezed against her ribs with pulsating compressions, and the on-and-off restriction on her breath made it difficult to keep her lips sealed, especially while enduring the torturous hold simultaneously being applied to her perfect legs.

“AAGH!! Fuck you!” she barked out when it finally became impossible to remain silent any longer. Her seemingly eternal trek toward the ropes was only made worse by the continued by Spider’s taunting. More than the words themselves, it was Kikuchi’s tone that irritated her. Specifically he casual, conversational tone Her words rhetorically asked, “How are my body scissors? ...They get the job done, right?” But the tone said, “Look how easy this is for me.”

Right about then, the ref was next to Susan, asking if she wanted to give up. Immediately she shook her head, answering that question and Kikuchi’s rhetorical one. Then she finally managed to reach the ropes, though she knew freedom wouldn’t come that easy.

“Break the hold, Kikuchi! One! Two! Three! Four!” the referee barked, Susan all the while grimacing in agony and gritting her teeth until finally the hold was released. The redhead’s freed legs slumped to the mat as she finally began to breathe again, though it came out in a series of heavy, panting breaths. Still clinging to the rope, she eventually began pulling herself back up. To her dismay, though not so much to her surprise, the leg that had received the worst of Kikuchi’s assault wobbled when she put pressure on it. Again Susan cursed under her breath, limping while she slowly turned to stare down her cocky rival. “You better be,” she growled before inching her way out toward her foe. She walked with a slight limp, wincing whenever she accidentally put a bit too much weight on her hurt leg, but still she pressed on, hands raised as if preparing for a lockup. Instead, however, the moment Susan came within range, she would attempt to lash out with her right forearm, aiming a forceful clubbing blow directly at her enemy’s jaw!

Spider’s question wasn’t 100% rhetorical. She didn’t expect Susan to give an honest answer, sure, but she did truly want to know if her legs were getting the job done. After their little spar, she’d spent more time in the gym working her lower body, hitting the leg press and squats and all the pithy Instagram bait exercises that she’d only paid minor attention to before, all so that, when she got back into the ring with Susan, she would have the chance to enact some much-deserved payback. She knew there was no way she could come close to the redhead’s insane pressure in so short an amount of time, but if she could get them strong enough to make her feel even half of the pain she had felt…

Well, mission accomplished, it seemed. And, oh, was it worth the trouble.

Susan’s curse wasn’t as good as a scream, but it was close enough to get a laugh out of Spider. ”Oh, fuck me? That’s the best comeback you’ve got?” She gave a few, quick, pulsing squeezes. ”What’s wrong? Pressure getting to you? Never had to do more than just squeeze your way through a wrestling match, hm?”

It was all so, so satisfying, but like with most fun things, it wasn’t meant to last. Susan did manage to get to the ropes, and while Spider did milk the hold all the way up to the last nanosecond - of course - it could only go on so long. Free to go, little fish. For now.

”Oh, what’s this?” She looked on and clapped as Susana started to rise up with arms raised, showing some of that trademark American defiance. It would’ve been inspiring if it wasn’t so nauseating. ”That’s right. You can do it. Just believe in yourself.”

She brought her own hands up in a little parody of a lock up, ready for her opponent to come in for a lockup, only to be taken off guard when Susan lashed out - the redhead wasn’t quite as haggard as she seemed, still had more than enough energy to leap her way and throw out a heavy forearm, one that crashed against Spider’s face. She let out an awkward squawk as the blow sent her reeling, and she would’ve fallen flat if she hadn’t grabbed the ropes at the last second and used them to lean on.