Working on her Roar : Wildcat Territory - Louise Bélair vs Natsuki Muramoto (D)

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise may have been a brawler who attacked her opponents, or random people she didn't like, backstage, but she was nonetheless a rather skilled wrestler. She was stronger than many middleweights and other women of her size, capable of lifting heavyweights without worry, but also durable to withstand blows from a wrestler known to be very strong!

Despite this, the self-called Goddess was also known for some holds and wrestling techniques and it wasn't the chokeslam or the vertical suplex! No, if Louise was known for anything it was obviously for body locks and squeezes... And she wasn't going to hold back against Natsuki. But first, she had to take care of something, this public fucking too noisy for her taste. She slammed her foot against the ring post again, with all her strength this time before screaming.

“SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!”

Louise was slightly out of breath after this shouting but it was worth it, a good part of the audience had just kept quiet so as not to annoy the French woman more than she already was. She approached the pinkette once again, picking her up and pulling her hair again but this time Louise took her in her arms to squeeze her with all her strength with a powerful bearhug, one of her signature moves !

"As for you... Give up, now."

[Malkavia]

“SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!”

Yuri choked. Monika squeaked. Only Sayori kept up with her chant—and her at a high, trembly pitch, like a mouse.

"Rah rah, kitty's got claws..."

Natsuki curled her knees up to her chin, coughing, blinking as she came back to her senses. Crap, where's the earthquake?! But of course there wasn't an earthquake—just the mat vibrating from the force of Lou's stomping and screaming.

"Bleng..." Natsuki rolled onto her back. Squinted. Crap, that moon's still here. But—nah. It was just the stagelight, being too bright and making her squint.

Until Lou's body covered it up.

Natsuki wheeled onto her belly and started crawling away—way too late. She got scooped up like a misbehaving cat.

CRAP—

Natsuki put palms to shoulders muscled like boulders on the mountainside of Lou's chest and PUSHED. And SQUIRMED. And dug her feet into Lou's chest. Which did...NOTHING!

“Give up, now.”

"Nuh-uh, you frickin'...FreaAAAAAK—"

Lou put the squeeze on halfway through Natsuki's refusal. Later, Yuri would — quietly, from morbid curiosity — ask what it was like. Yeah, you ever see what a trash compactor does to a steel chair? Her ribs, spine, and lungs got pressed together until she swore she could hear the bones creak. And breathe? Nah, she wasn't going to breathe, not with Lou crushing the muscles in Natsuki's chest until they twitched, not with this monster steam-pressing her lungs like butterflies in wax paper.

Natsuki kicked Lou's knees. Pap, pap, pap! went her pink converse shoes against Lou's iron-wrought thighs. Pap....pap..............pap... She slowed down. Her face turned pale, then sickly purple.

"Nuuuuh..."

Natsuki tried to shake her head no, but her head just flopped to one side of Lou's shoulder. Her fingertips. Her toes. They were both buzzing to numb. Craaaaaaaap...

She's got you now, kid!

No matter where she looked, all she could see was Lou's face. "Hmph...mmmf..." She was a pinkette-sack-of-taters now, barely moving, in spite of the way her head felt ready to pop, her back ready to snap. When her surrender came, it was gurgly, coming out of a face whose eyes were careening around inside a half-there head. "Unnnnncle."

Her hand flapped, trying weakly to tap.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was not often that Louise had such a closed and cold face. Although she often displayed an angry face, she still showed some joy and mockery at her opponents when she dominated the match and especially when she tortured them in a bearhug.

But not tonight, nothing was fun tonight. The crowd was shit, the referee was lousy and her opponent was shamefully bad. Louise had fought many jobbers in her career and had even started jobber careers for some of her opponents... But found herself alone, facing another young lionness alone... It was already humiliating to have remained on the ring for even just a minute.

Obviously, Natsuki didn't help her case. Instead of immediately giving up and trying to hit, she tried to push Louise away by hitting her and struggling as best she could but it was impossible. Louise had already pressed heavyweights much heavier and taller than her, Natsuki was a plush toy compared to the Frenchwoman's standard opponents. It was boring, so boring that Louise yawned during her bearhug as she noticed the pinkette finally trying to tap out. But it was already too late for her, her arms were having too much trouble moving and Louise's chest crushing against Natsuki's prevented her from breathing properly and having enough breath to give up verbally.

"Pathetic. You don't deserve to be in the same ring as me."

The self-called Goddess changed within seconds of being held, stopping pressing Natsuki to lift her above her with a Gorilla Press. Everyone was silent and expected Louise to slam her opponent headfirst into the checkmate once again! But instead, the Frenchwoman stepped to the edge of the ring and threw the Young Lionness over the top rope and far out of the ring. She still knew that it could be dangerous and she did not throw her to the ground, she preferred to throw her opponent onto a group of three girls who seemed to support the pinkette.

“GET OUT OF THIS RING AND LAW, YOU FUCKING AMATEUR!!”

The audience and the referee were speechless for a long second but unlike the spectators, the referee quickly pulled himself together and started counting the ring out. Natsuki had to quickly return to the ring if she didn't want to be disqualified, but if she returned, Louise's anger risked falling on her once again...

[Malkavia]

Sweet, fresh air. It was good stuff, even if her ribs hurt like a bitch when she breathed it in, and even if all that oxygen made her head spin around and put stars at the end of her vision. Sweet frickin' relief!

...Then she got pressed high into the air. So high that the ground made like a shot from a cartoon. The Loony Toon looks over the edge, and the ground pulls away. Yuri would have known the word for that kind of shot, but Natsuki knew the part that mattered: It made her skin crawl.

"C-c-crap—"

Crap crap crap CRAP CRAP CRAP.

Natsuki tried to squirm, but her body was still numb. All she could do was watch as her body hung limp in Lou's hands, her eyes stretching wider and wider with horror.

"Rah, Rah, kitty's got—"

No one expected Natsuki to go over the top rope—not even Natsuki. At first, she didn't even know what happened—just that she was flying and didn't hit the mat.

Then her shoes clapped Sayori in the eye. Her hip crushed Yuri's snout. Her skull cracked against Monika's forehead.

All four of them hit the concrete floor. Natsuki kept going—rolling and rolling with the force of Lou's gigantic throw until she slammed against the steel barricade.

"GAHaaaaaaah..."

She clutched her back, bouncing and thrusting on the ground. The other dokis lay in a daze.

"ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...!"

That...Moon was back again. Except now he was glowing green and had two eyes that looked just like Lou's. Cold and icy and frickin mean. Natsuki moaned long and wet. Her back felt like some serial killer had taken a big HACK to it with the sharp end of an axe.

"FIVE...!"

"Come on Natsuki!"

"Nyegh..." Natsuki's eyelids wobbled unevenly. "Yuri...?" She felt strong arms grasp her waist and pick her up by her hips.

"We're getting you back in the ring!"

"OooookaaaaywhoooOOOAAA!"

Yuri yanked her into a bridal-style carry, and the sudden shift in elevation made Natsuki feel like her brain was being sucked down her spine through a straw. Her arms flailed. The world tilted around her, and in it, she saw the other dokis lying on the ground in a heap.

"SIX...!"

Yuri charged the ring, Natsuki bouncing in her arms.

Then her foot caught on Monika's waist. The world took yet another quick tilt towards the concrete.

"YuuuuuUUUURIIIIIIII!!"

SPLOOSH! went Yuri's tits on the ground, and Natsuki rolled to the ring, stopping just short of the apron.

"My baaaaaaaaack...!" she whined as she rolled half way to her stomach, then tilted back onto her rump.

"SEVEN!"

God damn Natsuki! This is your FREAKIN' STUPID debut, right???!

"EIGHT!"

Get uuuuuuuuuuup!!!

"RAAAAAAAGH!" Natsuki wrenched herself up to a seat, got achingly to her knees, pushed her arms towards the light—and caught the rope! She felt it bounce in her grip and started to pull herself up.

"NINE!"

And then, as every fiber in every muscle of her body fired until she shook and sweat rolled down her back in bullets and her teeth ground like cement-makers, she remembered something her club president had once said.

You...really can't do a single pullup, Natsuki...?

"TEN!"

DING DING DING!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise threw her opponent over the ring, silencing everyone in the audience who did not expect such a move from the Frenchwoman. She had just thrown the pinkette like a bowling ball using her group of friends with hair of all colors as bowling pins. Obviously, Louise landed her strike and stood against the ropes, watching her opponent struggle to get up and get back on the court.

The crowd was divided, a small part continued to encourage the pinkette so that she could return to the ring quickly and resume this match while the majority booed the Wildcat who continued to not take her matches seriously. Louise's face remained cold, not a smile was displayed on her lips since she left the locker room and not an ounce of compassion... Even if the latter was for all the people she had faced.

Although Natsuki untangled herself, rushed and threw herself with all her strength towards the ring, she did not succeed and ended up staying on the ground when the count of 10 was over. The bell rang three times, signaling the end of this match and the victory of the self-called Goddess who did not even bother to savor her victory. The Frenchwoman immediately left the ring, walking towards the ramp while looking at her opponent and her friends with a superior and still angry look.

“You piece of shit.”

This time she was not only targeting Natsuki but also her entire group before leaving. There was no pride, merit or pleasure in winning a match like that with such a pathetic opponent. It was a waste of time, even the fact of having won in a rather humiliating way, and for a start of the match, couldn't turn her anger into pleasure. Louise then returned to her locker room in silence, displaying an expression of disgust as if she had lost this match.

[Malkavia]

WINNER BY COUNTOUT: Louise Bélair!