AV 20 Spider Kikuchi vs. Susan Howard

Susan’s striking game wasn’t necessarily a bad one, but it was typically one-dimensional, all revolving around kicks from those powerful legs of hers. Her arms were much better used for helping to secure holds than they were for punches and the like. She had to say though, cracking Kikuchi right in the face with that forearm felt pretty damn great. Seeing her practically fall into the ropes was a pleasing sight after all the shit talking the bitch had been doing just a second ago.

“What’s the matter? Don’t feel like talking now?” she said while advancing on Kikuchi as quickly as she could with her painful limp. Grabbing one of her enemy’s arms, she threw it over her shoulder while wrapping her own arms around the woman’s waist from the side.

Susan wasn’t entirely sure what she had in mind was necessarily the smart play. But one good forearm smash wasn’t going to keep Spider Kikuchi docile for long. If she wanted to capitalize, she didn’t have time to weigh and balance all her options. She just had to keep moving forward. With that in mind, she winced and grimaced while putting weight on her wounded leg as she took a step back before attempting to hoist Kikuchi up and throw her over with a backdrop suplex! Considering the bad limb, there was a good chance she wouldn’t be able to get her target up as high as she’d like for the move. But that was fine, as long as she could bring her down to the mat.

Spider cursed under her breath as she reeled from the blow. It hadn't been all that bad, really, but it had taken her off guard, thrown her for a loop. The worst blows were the ones you weren’t ready for, and she hadn't been in the right frame of mind at all for that.

Lucky shot. Just a lucky shot.

Thankfully, the dumb redhead didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and spent time talking as she made her way in, giving Spider a bit of a wakeup call as her foe closed in and pulled her in close. A suplex was coming, but one that she wasn’t in a position to do much about at the moment. All she could do was brace for the move, prep her body for the plunge.

Up, over, and down. There wasn’t anything she could do to fight it, but there wasn’t too much impact to take from it, really. In part because Susan was a poor wrestler, but also because that leg didn’t have the snap she really needed for the move. It wasn’t a fun time for Spider Kikuchi, but it wasn’t agony, either.

She still had the presence of mind to roll over after the impact, crawl forward, and grab Susan’s head as she was making her way out, getting two full handfuls of that wild, red hair and using to yank her back, slamming her skull into the mat with a vicious yank.

Brief as Susan’s professional wrestling career had been thus far, it still felt noteworthy to her that she couldn’t think of a single moment in any previous match of hers where she had had a significant opening yanked out from under her like a rug this quickly. And the worst part, it wasn’t even because of something her opponent had done. It was entirely because Susan fucked up, and she knew it the moment she hoisted Spider off her feet for the suplex.

The model had figured she probably wouldn’t get much height on it because of her wounded leg. But if she had at least managed to get some good speed or drop Kikuchi at a nice angle, that would’ve made up for it in theory. Sadly, Susan hadn’t succeeded in getting either the speed or the angle she had hoped for. Instead she just brought the woman down with what could best be described as a sloppy, unimpressive takedown. What could’ve been a huge opportunity to steal some much needed momentum back had been extinguished like a small candlelight in a strong breeze.

Gritting her teeth and fighting very powerful urges to scream out every explicative her mind could think of, the redhead got her good leg under her and tried to get back up as quick as possible, knowing damn well that pathetic excuse of a suplex wasn’t about to keep Kikuchi down for long. Of course she didn’t realize that the Spider was waiting for her to do just that. And as soon as she tried, a pair of hands latched onto her scarlet locks and yanked her head right back down to the mat, where it crashed with a dizzying thud.

“AGH! FUCK!!” Susan barked out, unable to bite the curse back this time, as much from anger as pain. Her good leg mirrored both feelings as it repeatedly kicked against the mat, while her hands cradled her aching head.

All this stupid hair. Spider was willing to bet Susan wasn’t even a natural redhead…

Regardless, yanking her back down was supremely satisfying, and a clear sign that the momentum was turning her way. The impact clearly left her rattled, but more than anything, it left her open. Her body was a wealth of possibilities, and for a submissionalist like Spider Kikuchi, it might as well have been an All You Can Eat Buffet. But where to start? That was the problem, wasn’t it? She could’ve gone for some chokes or headlock variation, maybe even a sleeper. An armbar would work wonders, too, but then again, that wasn’t the main thing to worry about. It wasn’t Susan’s punches that were the problem, here, it was those tree trunks she called legs.

Dangerous legs, yes, but those were the weakness. If Spider took them out, Susan’s entire offense would fall apart, she was sure of that, but getting close to them was a big risk in the place. Her ribs still hurt from the last time, and she wasn’t about giving them a reminder.

Hm. No guts, no glory.

Spider crawled forward, making sure to give Susan a quick knee in the head as she came over her body and planted herself over the redhead’s bad leg. Normally, being between this woman’s legs was the last place any sane person would desire to be…in a wrestling match, anyway. But Spider Kikuchi had a purpose.

She wrapped her arms around the ankle, then wrapped her legs around her opponent’s thigh, clamping on tight. With both secured, she pulled the leg up, putting the pressure on her with a classic kneebar. As powerful as these legs were, they were one limb working against an entire body. The results would be amusing, to say the least.

A sudden knee ramming into her skull made Susan’s body jolt while a pained yelp burst from her lips. As much pain as her head was already in, she really didn’t need more at the moment, but evidently her opponent didn’t agree with that sentiment. Petty as the extra blow was, the additional pain served a practical purpose as well, distracting Susan from the fact that Spider Kikuchi was crawling over her like…well, a spider getting ready to devour some insect who had made the mistake of getting caught in its web.

Her attention only started to fully shift back to Kikuchi when she felt the woman latching onto her leg - the one that had been in excruciating pain for some time now. Susan squirmed, wincing in pain while she tried to pull the limb free, knowing whatever the Spider had in mind was not going to be something she wanted any part of. But the leg was secure in the trap. Kikuchi had both her arms and legs coiled around it. And then…

An agonized, almost blood-curdling shriek rang out from Susan’s lips as Kikuchi pulled the leg up and expertly applied the torturous kneebar! Immediately her body went into a spastic panic, screaming and thrashing around violently on the mat. For all of about two, maybe three seconds, Susan tried to squirm her way in the direction of the ropes. But she was nowhere near close enough to grab them. And if she kept trying, her leg would very likely be broken long before she managed to get there. But even that hardly mattered, because the pain was already more than she could bear.

Susan furiously began tapping on the mat, giving the first submission of the match to Spider Kikuchi, desperate to stop this crippling pain!

People - well, idiots - often asked Spider why she liked submissions so much. She had the body to do more. She could’ve been a decent striker with her limbs, she had the flexibility and grace to fly and throw herself around like a lunatic. Why ground herself? Why be so technical? Why avoid the flash?

And to those people, from now on, she would direct them to this. This moment. The moment where she made Susan scream like the utter bitch that she was.

It didn't take long for her to tap, but God, those few seconds of inhuman shrieking were like ambrosia for Spider’s ears. She sighed in utter rapture as she powered down on the hold, savoring every instant where she thrashed in her hold. She squeezed that leg, wrenched it, twisted it, she never wanted to let it go, she could’ve taken it home with her.

”Let her go, Spider! LET HER GO!”

Ugh. Referees.

Spider let Susan’s leg with all the reluctance of a dog relinquishing his bone. She crawled over to the nearest corner and leaned against it in a crouch, a predator waiting for her prey to come out and play. ”Hurry up and strip, you little whore.” She spat off to the side. ”I’m not even close to done with you.”

Susan legitimately couldn’t remember a single time in her life when she had felt pain as bad as this. The kneebar already would’ve been a torturous and destructive hold on its own. But all of that pressure being applied to her leg when it had already been badly hurt? The agony was simply unbearable. And even worse, Kikuchi didn’t immediately release the hold after Susan submitted. It should’ve been over then, but the bitch continued to squeeze and twist on the brutalized limb while Susan could only keep tapping desperately while she filled the arena air with her screams.

When Kikuchi finally let go of her and backed away, the redhead lay in a crumpled heap on the mat, shaking while her hands held her hurt leg. Trying to assess just how bad the damage was felt pointless. Just touching the limb hurt. And now she was going to have to keep fighting on it. Susan could hardly think of a worse way this all could’ve gone for her.

Snarling at Kikuchi with fiery hatred, she pulled her shoes off and threw them out of the ring, then dragged herself back to her corner and used the ropes to start trying to pick herself up until she was on her feet… Or at least, her one good one. How she was supposed to turn things around like this, she had no idea. But she better figure it out fast.

Oh, Susan was angry. Extremely pissed. Spider could see that look in her eyes, that look of sheer hatred, as she threw off her stupid shoes and struggled to get back to her feet. It wasn’t all that surprising, really. She’d come here thinking she would trip Spider up, had no respect for the veteran she was dealing with, and now she was mad that it was all blowing up in her face. The stupid little trollop was finally having reality settle in.

But most importantly, Spider something underneath all that hatred. Easy to miss, but she was sure it was there, buried underneath the venom, where you could only see if you knew where to look.

Fear. Susan was starting to realize how utterly fucked she was. Spider Kikuchi favorite meal, and she was about to feast.

She stood and came out of the corner with a confident gate, hands at her sides, not even bothering to take a fighting pose as she began to circle Susan’s way. She smirked, smiled, but she never looked at Susan…at least, she never looked at Susan’s face. No, her eyes stayed locked on that aching limb the entire time. Laser focused, never wavering.

She broke away from her stalking out of nowhere, not a single warning, dashed and ducked low, looking for all the world like she was about to duck down and seize the injured leg…but, instead, she stopped herself at the last second and back off, hopping out of range with playful bounces, just to see the reaction.

She never said a word.

Susan expected a lot of shit talk from Kikuchi. To say the Spider had gotten out to an early advantage would be quite a monumental understatement. Susan’s leg had been thoroughly dismantled, she’d been forced to tap out in quick fashion, and Kikuchi had hardly broken a sweat in the process. No doubt she would have plenty to say about it all while she gloated.

Except…she didn’t.

The fact was briefly surprising, but what came in place of it was almost even more infuriating. Spider held the most relaxed pose she’d ever seen from a wrestler in the ring during a match, wearing a shit-eating grin on that stupid face of hers, and she wasn’t even looking Susan in the eye. Without even speaking, she was loudly telling Susan and everyone watching that she didn’t see the redhead as a threat even worth protecting herself against. Trying (and not succeeding) to avoid letting the disrespect get to her, the model began to limp around the ring as they circled each other, all the while she noticed the way Spider’s eyes stayed focused on her injured leg.

Then her enemy abruptly bolted into a sprint, going right for her leg! With a worried gasp, Susan quickly went a step backward and stumbled right into the ropes, not nearly balanced or prepared enough to stop whatever attack was coming! But…there was no attack. Once again, Kikuchi did the exact opposite of what she expected and backed away. It was only then, though, that Susan realized that in that moment her furious glare had shifted to a look of panic in an instant. She had been afraid. That fear had been exposed to thousands in the arena, and everyone watching the show at home on PPV. The humiliation of that knowledge reignited the flame of her anger and hatred.

“You…” She growled, taking a limping step toward Kikuchi. “I’m gonna-” Whatever Susan was about to say next was cut off by a pained yelp as she stumbled onto her hands and knees, before one hand went to rest over her wounded leg. Even worse, doing so had moved her close to the middle of the ring, far away from the ropes.

She just hoped Kikuchi would take the bait…

Oh, this was too precious. Spider Kikuchi had expected to get a reaction out of the little trollop when she went for that fakeout, but what she wound up receiving went even beyond her expectations. She leaped towards the redhead, and Susan reaction with sheer terror, like she was in one of those godawful American slasher movies. Here comes the killer, stalking her prey, moving in for the kill, knife in hand, you close your eyes and scream but no one hears you, no one’s coming to save you…

It was golden, and she couldn't keep herself from laughing at the display. But those chuckles were cut short when her opponent had the actual stupidity to move forward, coming away from the ropes with her limping leg.

For a second, Spider was the one looking on with disbelief, hardy thinking this woman could be that dense. She was moving away from the ropes. Literally the only thing that could save her, and she was putting distance between them. She knew this woman was a substandard wrestler, if you could even give her that label in the first place, but this was in defiance of plan common sense.

But whatever. If she wanted to make things easy for Spider, there wouldn’t be any complaining on her end. She was all too willing to accept this sacrifice. ”Stupid, stupid American.”

Spider came in for the kill, closing the gap with a couple of wide steps. She brought her leg up when she was close enough and shot it out, looking to hit Susan square in the face and knock her over, making that leg of hers an easy target. What more could she ask for out of life?