Martial Malpractice - Satsuki Hayano v. Mikan Tsumiki

[FreestylePoet]

"Hehe...~" Satsuki pushed Mikan's face deeper into her firm butt, wiggling her rump back and forth to literally rub the smother in. Mikan's muffled whines reverberated past the fabric of Satsuki's pants and across her covered skin, forcing a girlish giggle from her. Beyond that physical reaction to the sensations her smother was giving her, there was certainly some sense of satisfaction with having brought Mikan to this state.

"Hrmm..." But there was something missing. Namely, resistance. Surely, even a novice wrestler would have the situational and spatial awareness to reason where she was relative to the ropes. Mikan was making no effort to go for them. More telling were Mikan's spastic throes. In them, she read more reflex than desperation. Even if she somehow didn't know where the ropes where, Mikan should be doing something, anything that might have a chance of freeing her from this situation! Her body was fighting, but was Mikan herself?

"Dammit!" Suddenly, she released Mikan from the smother and angrily pounded the canvas. Satsuki rose to her feet, pulling Mikan up to a kneeling position by her hair. "DAMMIT!" And then delivered a wild, brutal kick right to the girl's solar plexus!

"You!" she spat at the nurse below. "Why aren't you fighting?" She'd paid attention to Mikan's earlier laments -- that she was weak, that she knew she was weak, that LAW and all its fans knew she was weak. But none of them computed to her. Theirs was an arena of body and spirit. A place where countless men and women tested everything they had against one another.

In that sense, she wasn't just questioning Mikan. She was questioning LAW itself. Why she came here in the first place, even. So even though some part of her already knew what Mikan thought of herself and her chances here, Satsuki refused to believe it.

[deezcastforms]

Mikan was alright with this defeat. Getting smothered out in what was still the beginning of the match was more than acceptable for the nurse. Really, unless she found someone she could somehow actually beat, this was probably one of the best outcomes that she could reasonably hope for in a match. Mikan was ready to let herself drift off.

But unfortunately for Mikan, Satsuki seemed to have other plans. She had gotten angry, and began screaming at Mikan. "Ah!" cried the nurse as she was yanked up by her hair. "UGH!" Mikan began coughing once Satsuki blasted her chest with a kick, the grappler's hold on the nurse's hair being the only thing keeping her upright.

"I-i t-told you," Mikan said, trembling. "It doesn't matter what I do! I'm too weak, nothing that I do ever matters! All I'm g-g-good for is for being a s-stupid punching bag." Tears started to form in the corners of Mikan's eyes. She had gone from talking about herself as a wrestler to how she largely viewed her life as a whole.

"So go ahead. H-h-hit m-me," said Mikan. "It's what y-you were gonna do t-to me anyway, right?"

[FreestylePoet]

"T-Too... weak?" It was one thing to lose spirit in the face of overthrowing strength. In fact, that was exactly what Satsuki hoped to bring about in an opponent. But it was another, more disheartening thing entirely to come into the ring completely lacking that spirit.

Which meant that Mikan had nothing to offer as the prospective loser of this bout. Nothing that she would fight earnestly to protect, only to lose it to her better. The girl's pride was already shattered. She had no belief that she could win, nothing that Satsuki could prove wrong. Even taking whatever she wanted from Mikan's buxom body would hardly be worth it to the Queen of Clubs. All of it had already been Satsuki's from the moment she entered the ring.

"Rrgh!" She tugged at Mikan's hair once more, urging her to her feet. Looked desperately from one eye to the other, hoping to find a sign of deceit somewhere in them. But found nothing but despair. It was true. Not only was Mikan utterly convinced that fighting wasn't even worth it, but presumably somebody knew that and sent her here anyway.

She knew exactly who to blame.

"LAW!" she roared, pulling Mikan besides her, as if presenting evidence to a court. "Who wants to see me crush this bitch?" As expected, the crowd bayed their approval, wishing to see the gambler do as she wished with the nurse. "Just like I thought..." she muttered grimly. Then her hand released Mikan's hair... and went to her throat instead. Gripping not tight enough to choke her, but just tight enough to send the message that she could. A submission hold, only by the letter of the law. And one that, if Mikan tapped, would certainly draw the crowd's ire.

"I'm giving you one chance." Her voice was low and shaky, as if she was on the verge of crying. "Submit now and leave to fight another day. Or I will strip, beat, and fuck you around this ring until you do. And believe it or not, I'm going to hate every second of it even more than you will."

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Mikan was starting to grow terrified. When her opponent's got angry, she got hurt. And Satsuki was steaming right now. Enraged by Mikan's lack of fighting spirit and ability, presumably because she had wanted some form of a challenge which Mikan obviously was not and could not provide to her. All she could provide was a body to beat on.

And it certainly looked like Satsuki was going to make use of that as she called to the crowd. But then she turned to Mikan, and the nurse noticed something. She wasn't who Satsuki was actually angry at. She was gripping Mikan's throat, but not truly choking her. And then Satsuki told Mikan to just tap now, before it got ugly.

Mikan nodded and tapped on Satsuki's wrist immediately, of course she did. If she didn't give now, Mikan had a feeling that Satsuki would've ignored her if she tried to submit in the future. Boos rained from the crowd, but for once, Mikan wasn't incredibly upset that people were angry with her. She could live with it as the lesser of two evils.

"Thank you," Mikan whispered as she was released. She then fell to the ground, held her throat, and began to cough. Acting as if Satsuki had been seriously choking her in an attempt to alleviate some of the crowd's anger. Even if it was something she could accept, she'd still rather the crowd like her than not. Then Mikan stood up shortly after, and began to leave the ring, making for backstage if left to go uninterrupted.

[FreestylePoet]

The ringside officials were shellshocked. As such, it took a few seconds after Mikan's submission for the bell to ring. But when it did, Satsuki felt a twitch build in the side of her nose and the space beneath her eyes. Her breath shook with every involuntary shudder of her muscles. The victory, at least in the record books, was hers. But despite her obsession with coming out on top... This felt hollow.

Still, she released Mikan, as agreed. Satsuki's hand slackened and fell to her side. Mikan soon scampered out of the ring, and even as the boos rang down around the both of them, Satsuki didn't care to look at either nurse or audience. Instead, she simply followed after her opponent onto the entrance ramp, head bowed and mouth curled into a scowl.

This wouldn't do. Satsuki Hayano did not come to LAW to prance with jobbers and those of little spirit. This match -- no, the very existence of matches like this one disgusted her. But ultimately, it was no matter. While her faith in this organization had been somewhat shaken, Satsuki had seen the fights and opponents that could be had here at LAW. The fans could have their pitiful dances. The Queen of Clubs would continue to pursue bigger game -- and bring them to heel, just as she always had.

All she had to say was that... Whoever LAW gave her to face next?

She had better be ready.

Winner by Submission ("Standing Chokehold"): Satsuki Hayano