Succubus Manabe vs. Kelsey Summers - The Devil Her Due

Rules: Standard Rules. Wrestlers are linked together by two collars and a single chain.
Victory Conditions: Victory obtained via pinfall, submission, or knockout.



Predictable.

Completely. Utterly. Asinine and predictable.

Of course. Of course, Manabe would get a match before her.

The league may have been different but the tactics were quite the same. Scantily-clad indigents receive all of the appraisal and attention, no matter how undeserved or unwarranted. Jealous? In their wildest dreams. Ami simply felt annoyed by how repetitious fate seemed content to spin this particular yarn for her. It was the same experience in Wrestle Angels. Why did she expect an over-glorified cesspit like AFW to be any different? Ami could die with how far the provocative tycoons running these leagues seemed keen to test her patience.

"You're so pissed. Look at how pissy you are." Succubus couldn't help but snicker at her protégé as she eyed her out of the corner of the mirror. Ami scoffed and pressed her back further into the wall as the tiny imp turned slightly to face her.

"I am perfectly rational and focused. What about you?"

Succubus licked her finger and staked it to her butt like a brand, making the appropriate sizzle between her perfect teeth. "Hot."

Ami gave her a reflexive roll of her eyes, but she was being honest. Succubus hadn’t been given a reason to wear her wrestling outfit in so long it was close to feeling nostalgic. She went back to focusing on the mirror, raising her hands behind her head and posing from one side to the other as she gave herself an approving look over.

“Well, do try to become focused on this idiotic match you arranged. I have as much a stake in tonight’s performance as you do. It would be within your best interests that you do not make a fool out of us by suffering defeat to some faceless, nameless, talentless-” Succubus had honestly stopped listening about one sentence into that. She was in Ami’s face now, giving each of her cheeks a teasing poke with a long, Cheshire cat grin.

“Jelly, jelly. You so jelly.”

“I’m going to curse you.” Succubus held her hands up defensively and sprung a step back. She knew better and seen enough incredibly weird coincidences in her relatively small time around Mystic to call that kind of bluff.

“You gotta stop worrying so much, Kuri-chan.” Ami’s eyebrow twitched. Who called her that? Nobody called her that. “It’s a new day, a new league, but I haven’t forgotten how our whole deal works, alright? Just sit back and enjoy the show. Or mess with your voodoo dolls or whatever. Don’t really care.”

Ami was just about to open her mouth and correct her on the particulars of homunculus craftsmanship when the stagehand poked his head through the door and wagged her finger. Succubus perked up and turned to blow Ami a kiss as she walked through the door. “Showtime.”

Theme:

Succubus Manabe:

The crowd picked up at the first theme of the night that resounded throughout the arena, and thankfully it was the one they’d been waiting for. The imp of the ring held her arms out to each side as she strode down the ramp with a wiggle to her hips, devouring every last bit of praise and worship to theirs truly. There was a buzz about the crowd that seemed very familiar, in the way they welcomed her and the signs that flew on high. Her Wrestle Angel reputation preceded her.

Climbing up the ringside, Succubus leaped herself onto the middle rope and sprung into a vault over the top rope close to the corner. Instead of vaulting forward into the ring, she kicked her legs out to her right at the zenith and fell off to one side, coming down into a low crouch on top of the turnbuckle. Her hands flashed up as two pairs of claws, flashing her fangs for the cameras as plumes of fire screamed out her arrival on the big screens. Succubus then leaped down from her perch and strutted to the opposite end of the ring to her appropriate corner. She gave another wave to the fans with a wiggle of her fingers as she settled into her corner. It felt good to be back. But you know what would feel even better…?

It had been an exhaustive process for what seemed like forever. A bureaucratic had made Kelsey's official status to work in Japan a nightmare. It came so suddenly, too, like there was one little detail that seemed to throw everyone off and the whole government of Japan rose up in arms over her status of being there. The whole event made her almost regret ever considering a career in wrestling... but she still held out hope that it would be fun.

Of course in her desperation for a match, she was given kind of a weird one. Dog Collar Match certainly sounded humiliating but she supposed it might be something new? Jo was still being a butt about the whole thing, though. Although her partner did express concern for Kelsey's sake, she ultimately decided not to bother attending because she "wasn't going to reward a dumb idea".

Maaaybe if she came back with how fun it was, Jo could be convinced with enough pestering about it. One could hope so, anyway.

Her music came on and she finally emerged.

Kelsey:

With an excited leap, she gave a point out to the crowd as they cheered. See, they knew how to make this fun!

Jogging down the ramp, finding new energy in the fans, she slipped inside the ring with her running start and threw up her arms to another roar from the fans. Now in the ring, she glanced over to her opponent. It was a friendly but focused gaze that quickly turned to slight confusion. The other girl looked like she was already chained up, even sporting a collar.


"Uuummm does that mean you'll wear two collars?" Kelsey rhetorically asked aloud as she found the ref and hurried over to get her own collar locked around her neck. Fearing that she was late somehow. She turned back and bounced lightly on her feet.

"Don't think I'll be an easy opponent, you know. I have to prove how much fun I can have so I can get my partner out here and losing is not fun." Kelsey readied herself, bending forward, hands resting on her legs as she waited for that bell.

Succubus was a simple woman of simple pleasures. She didn't need much to have a good time, she wasn't very specific about her preferences or what she expected from a long night of solace. Maybe it was all the time she'd been spending around her macabre roommate lately, but the imp just couldn't see the appeal in being strung up 24/7 over things you couldn't do crap about in the first place.

But wrestling was a little different. This was her passion, hobby, livelihood, and are all rolled up in one. When she did it, she preferred to do it right. Succubus liked to think she was flexible enough to work with anyone, but if she had to choose one thing she really needed out of a good opponent…

"They better be cute."

And Kelsey was that.

The salacious imp had a long grin across their face as she stretched her hands out in front of her. "Bubbly" was a good way to describe it. The way she bounced up and down and seemed to rally the crowd pointed to her being a natural-born wrestler. She was positively brimming with youthful vitality in every ravishing inch of her corporeal manifestation. Ami would have liked her. Too bad, so sad.

Only a moment after Kelsey was in the ring and the imp was none too reserved about in the manner she looked her adversary over. Aqua eyes, pure smile, supple legs. Yup, this would work. Succubus smirked and reached up to tug her collar as the referee fastened the chain to her neck. “It means I come prepared, sweetness.”

Succubus walked to her opponent at the center of the ring, keeping a couple of steps behind the official as she linked the two wrestlers together with a final clasp of metal. The Wrestle Angel leaned forward and raised her hands, mirroring Kelsey's stance as the referee called for the bell. "Fun, huh? Oh yeah. Don't worry your pretty little lips about that. We'll have fun."

Kelsey had the strange feeling that she was being hit on. Sweetness? Pretty little lips? Maybe she was just over thinking everything since the idea of being collared to another seemed strangely erotic. That and Manabe's tone certainly seemed to suggest a hint.

"Well... Don't get any of the wrong ideas." She chided giving her arms a quick stretch readying herself again. She had to make a good showing of this and well... Jo tended to get defensive and jealous...

Watching the ref out of the corner of her eye, she saw the signal for the bell. A bit too eager, she moved before the bell had actually run, stepping right up to Manabe. The bell had now rung just as Kelsey's forearm swung, looking to slam an elbow into her opponent's cheek. All unintentionally dirty so maybe it was more starting out a bit feisty instead.

Wrong idea?

From Succubus' experience, she only ever had the right idea about her opponents. She counted it as one of the perks of being the tiniest targets on the roster. It didn't come down to numbers or experience for Succubus, it came down to who the person was. Their attitude, their charisma; what they were all about. Kelsey wore her heart on her sleeve but there was something about her approach that just screamed 'newbie'.

Maybe it was that really eager attitude she had, that cute little way she bounced on the spot in that adorable, freshly-pressed outfit of hers. Maybe it was that confident look in her eyes that probably hadn’t tasted serious defeat.

Succubus' eyes snapped wide open as she quickly ducked down, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the face by a narrow inch as it brushed over the top of her fluffy hair. The imp girl slipped underneath Kelsey's out swing arm and around her side to get behind the American. Her arms would wrap around her hips and lock together at the wrist, pulling Kelsey close in a waistlock from behind. It was only a second or two after that Succubus recognized the chime of the bell in the back of her ear and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Whose got the wrong idea now, heh heh?"

Overzealous? Yep, definitely judging from that bell coming a few seconds after Kelsey swung. Nervous? Yep, she was kind of on her own and this felt like a big deal being strapped up with her opponent like this. Thankfully it wasn't all bad outside of getting flustered. Her opponent apparently was quite okay with nothing harsh as the yacht club fighter's strike was merely dodged with a counter of a grapple from behind.

Kelsey was pulled back into her opponent with her short stagger before being halted as her backside pressed firmly against Manabe's form. It wasn't exactly a painful or inescapable hold that Manabe went for but it could be quite humiliating if she took her time here to escape. Inexperience was definitely a hinderance to that as Kelsey's hands gripped Manabe's wrists and began to try and pry them apart.

"Don't laugh at me!" Kelsey snapped to her defense amidst clutched teeth. She was straining a bit to find success in prying those arms apart and with a quick thought she tried to stomp on Manabe's toes to make the girl give up before anything worse could happen.

Succubus wasn’t laughing at her so much as she was...actually, yes. She kind of was laughing at her.

They had only been in this ring together for thirty seconds and Kelsey was already sizing up to be a pretty entertaining chew toy. She was silly in a lot of ways; the thoughts in her head, the ambition, her overeagerness. It was part and parcel of a lot of newbies these days. It reminded the Wrestle Angel of when she was first starting in the amateur leagues. All innocent with big dreams and high hopes without a clue in her head.

So naive.

Kelsey’s’ response only made her want to giggle even harder. Her defiance spurred the deviant angel and tightened the grip around her waist. Succubus pressed their bodies closer together as she gave Kelsey’s petite backside a single slow, teasing grind. The impish grappler rasped another sweet cackle from her devilish tongue and leaned in to brush her lips to the woman's ear.

"And what are you gonna do if I-" SLAM! Succubus yelped and nearly leaped off the floor. Her hands withdrew from Kelsey’s waist as she hopped backward on one foot and cradled her aching toes. The bitch’s heel got her right on the boney bits. Succubus muttered a long mental list of expletives as she rubbed her foot frantically to soothe the pain however she could.

Manabe was closing around her like a play curtain, threatening to close off Kelsey's performance in this match before the first act had even begun. It was, admittingly, a silly analogy that ran through the American's mind as she felt her opponent pull her deeper into those clutches. If anything Manabe was more like a nasty spider trying to sink her teeth into a meal, especially feeling that very deliberate rub of the other's body along her backside and that close lean in.

Jo always warned her about girls like this and told her exactly what needed to happen to them.

The toe crushing was a start. Kelsey had lucked out and managed to make the whole thing hurt like hell considering even her heel felt sore. However, that wasn't even a true lick, as Jo liked to call them. This next one was going to be.

With her opponent releasing her, Kelsey would utilize her new freedom but turning around in a slight crouch. It might have been adrenaline already pumping but it was also likely due to a bit of teaching her partner gave. Kelsey wasn't giving any regard to Manabe as she sprang up off of her feet following a rising fist that looked to wallop Manabe's chin in an uppercut that only an iconic video game could express, leaving her feet and rotating like it was some grand finale to a combo.

Goddamn, pretty-faced diva. Toe-stepping little cheeky minx. Dumb freaking precious smile stupid skirt idiot blue eyes. Rassa sassa frassa…

Succubus didn't have any shortage of colorful lingo to adequately express her feelings about Kelsey's escape. The pain was one thing, that was something she could deal with. Succubus had dealt with so much worse over her career. It was the fact that she got caught in the first place that was making it worse on her. The fact that she could practically hear the crowd sniggering over the newcomer’s little maneuver.

And she couldn’t even be mad about it because it was the exact kind of move that she would have done. Succubus just didn’t expect it to come from this goody two-shoes. The Wrestle Angel was going to have to reconsider her approach here.

This meant war. Succubus turned back around to see that Kelsey had gone and disappeared on her. The imp looked down, or at least tried to when a fist smacked into her chin from below. Succubus scarcely heard the crowd break out into one collective ‘oooh’ before her feet left the ground and the world became a blur. She hit the floor on her back with her legs sprawled over her head, leaving the little devil folded over with her butt hanging in the air for a neat little photo op only a minute into the match.

Bam!

That had to hurt, Kelsey could only imagine. If Jo was watching, she'd probably give a holler about it, maybe tease her afterward about she "didn't know you had it in ya" or something like that. Of course she learned from the best as Jo was a good teacher for scrappy fights. Actually in a fight was something else though. Evidenced by that when the sailor girl landed, she paused trying to wrap her head around what she should do.

Pin. She should try for the pin. It was a thought that occurred to her after staring at that floating butt for a moment too long. Manabe looked defeated so that was the time to pin, right?

Kelsey darted in. It was an awkward position to get a textbook pin. She didn't know what to do but didn't want to just let her opponent recover. So she did the first thing that felt natural. She lifted her foot and then booted Manabe's butt to knock the girl over. Of course Manabe just got knocked on her stomach, further away from being pinned so in a panic Kelsey followed by sliding to Manabe's side and tried to wrap her arms around the succubus's head to force her to bend back in a grounded crossface? Kelsey didn't know what it was called.