A humiliating debut! — Queen Geedorah versus Kagami Itō

[Ichi]

     This was embarrassing. Kagami, a trained martial artist, slipped and fell on her ass during a kick. A kick that she had thrown thousands of times.
     But Kagami was not focused on that. No, she was focused on her present humiliation. Her face continued to glow red as she timidly tried to cover herself. The gravity of the situation—the fact that she was currently in a fight—was lost on her.
     At least, it was lost on her, up until Yo-Yo's foot slammed into her breast.
     "Nyaaah!" cried Kagami as her perky breast was crushed beneath her opponent's foot. A slight tinge of erotic stimulation shot through Kagami's nipple. That, and a dull bludgeoning force radiated through her ribcage.
     Something within Kagami sparked. Almost dying to commotio cordis was enough to make Kagami wary of any strikes to the chest. For a split second, it all became clear: she was in a fight.
     An instant after Yo-Yo's kick landed, Kagami's leg unfurled like a spring-loaded jackknife. Its target? Yo-Yo's supporting leg. Kagami would attempt to sweep Yo-Yo's leg out from under her while she was on one leg. Then, regardless of whether or not that worked, Kagami would attempt to scramble to her feet and create some distance between herself and her opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo moved in damn quick, nailed the kick, and dropped Kagami back down, flattening her out before she could even think about getting back. When her opponent cried out, a surge of confidence swept over her, returning whatever she’d lost a second ago. That kick, whatever it was, it was just a fluke, some random ass thing this silly little bitch tried and failed at. No big deal.

Two seconds later, Yo-Yo was flat on her ass.

It. Just. Happened. One second she was standing, the next, she was staring up at the lights, and it all occurred so fast that she wasn’t even sure why. She lay there, blinking, and saw Kagami scrambling away. The pieces connected in her brain, she did the math, and there was only one conclusion: She’d been tripped. This naked, crying, blubbering mess of a wrestler actually managed to trip her.

Shaking her head, she looked over to the referee and pointed toward her opponent. ”Hey, what the fuck, ref! Don’t let that shit slide!”

”What? Lady, what are you talking about?” His brow creased as he looked down her way and backed off, giving them ample room. ”It was a legal move.”

Yo-Yo sneered his way but brushed it off for now - she had more important shit to focus on, like making sure Kagami stopped doing random kung-fu shit. Like most humans, Yo-Yo could recognize patterns, and she did not like how this particular one was going. She pushed up to her feet, rushed forward, and swung out with both arms, one after the other, trying to hit her opponent with a couple of hard hooks to the face, aiming to drop her and start putting this thing to bed.

[Ichi]

     Kagami was too lost in her own situation to notice the exchange that happened between Yo-Yo and the referee. Instead, Kagami was focused on the thousands of eyes leering at her naked body. She tried her best to cover up, but her arms could only cover up so much surface area. All the better for the audience's viewing pleasure, all the worse for Kagami's dignity.
     "Ah!" cried Kagami as a fist barreled towards her chin. She stumbled backwards, just barely avoiding the first hook. Then came the follow-up hook. Kagami was unbalanced, so her defensive options were limited. There was no time to evade, and her hands were held too low to block.
     The muscles in Kagami's neck fired on all cylinders, rotating her head away from the punch in the nick of time. The punch just barely grazed her jaw, like a razor-close shave. To the spectators, it almost looked as if Yo-Yo had whipped Kagami's head around. But Yo-Yo would not feel any feedback from the blow.

     After the punch passed, Kagami's head would immediately whip back around to face Yo-Yo. On her face would be that same worried expression as before. Then, Kagami's eyes would widen with shock as she lost her balance. She tried to take a step and catch herself, but her foot caught on the mat. Down Kagami went, her arms reaching out to break her fall. Her hands hit the mat first, followed by her knees and then her breasts. Kagami let out a yelp as her breasts were crushed between her body and the mat. The mat rubbed against her nipples, sending minor jolts of pleasure through her body. In short order, Kagami found herself lying on her front, her shapely butt clearly visible to the audience and to her opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

When Yo-Yo missed the first hook, by some random twist of fate, she wasn’t too shocked. No big deal, so what? If the right wouldn’t get her, the left would. She would just keep swinging, and she’d hit something, and this bitch would go down. It wasn’t like she was offering up anything in the way of offense, after all, so what was there to worry about?

The second punch came, it found its target, landed on Kagami’s face, and then…

…then…

Then nothing. Yo-Yo knew that punch had landed, she could feel the skin on her knuckle, but after that, it was just…nothing. Like punching a sheet of paper. There was an impact, but no follow-through, no meat on the bone, none of the feedback she was supposed to get. That would’ve been bad, but the problem was that she’d thrown her all into that punch, and all that momentum had to go somewhere.

It threw Yo-Yo off balance, and she went into a spiral, flipping her ass-over-teakettle after she stumbled. She came down flat on her back, right around the same time Kagami had her landing.

The crowd was still laughing, but it wasn’t all directed at the naked woman in the ring anymore - no, some of that was coming at Yo-Yo for her inability to beat that naked woman. Not the plan. Not even close to the fucking plan. But she was about to fix that.

”Okay, fuck it, I’m done.” She huffed and crawled over to Kagami’s downed body, pouncing on her back like a feral cat. There was no technique or finesse to what she had in mind, all she wanted to do was get on her back and pound away, looking to rain down blows to the back of her head for as long as it took to put this idiot away.

[Ichi]

     Kagami lay on the ground face down with her legs shut. Even though her butt was still visible, Kagami felt safe in this position as most of her intimate areas were hidden from view.
     But that sense of safety quickly abated. As soon as Kagami felt Yo-Yo start to get onto her back, she knew she was in trouble. Kagami immediately got onto all fours, making it so that she was not completely flat against the mat when Yo-Yo got on her. It was still a bad position, but not as bad as it could have potentially been had Kagami not moved.
     Then, strikes came. The first strike jolted Kagami's head to the side. Same with the second. Kagami covered up the back of her head with one of her hands, posting the corresponding elbow onto the mat. A couple more strikes came in, battering Kagami through her paltry guard. This was a bad position. Kagami knew she needed to move, otherwise, the fight would be over soon.
     In an explosion of movement, Kagami would get into the downward dog position. Her legs would be spread, and her pussy would be even more visible than before. But personal exposure was not on Kagami's mind. Instead, Kagami intended to turn her back into a slope, hopefully causing Yo-Yo to fall forward! From there, Kagami would attempt to shimmy backward, escaping through Yo-Yo's legs.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Yo-Yo was about done playing around. She launched punch after punch, targeting Kagami’s head with each one, deliberately looking to do as much damage as possible or, better yet, just knock the bitch out. Her spider senses had been tingling this entire match, and the longer it went on, the stronger they got. This annoying little inkling in the back of her head that something was wrong here, that there was a piece of the puzzle she was missing, and that it could come to bite her in the ass.

She didn’t like that feeling. On top of that, taking this long to beat up some naked crying wreck wasn’t doing wonders for her rep. She needed this to be over. ”Go the fuck to sleep!” She raised her arms high, clasped her fists together, and prepared to bring it down on Kagami’s head with both arms, the kind of shot that could send a woman twice her size straight into dreamland.

Too bad, though, that this was the exact moment where Kagami chose to do something other than lay down and take it. Yo-Yo squawked as her seat jerked upwards, gravity kicked in. She tumbled forward, a path that had her come down right on her face with an audible splat

Not a graceful landing. Yo-Yo lay there momentarily, moaning and muttering curses under her breath before she pushed her way up, shaking her head as she went. Through the haze, she could hear the laughter rising - definitely more people laughing at her than with her, now.

[Ichi]

     Kagami scrambled up to her feet, a wave of relief passing over her as she knew that she had just escaped a bad position. She created some distance between herself and her opponent, and her arms once again moved to cover herself. Sure, Kagami could have followed up and attacked Yo-Yo, but there were other things on her mind.
     "Ummm..." she vocalized, turning to face Kenji, the referee. "If it isn't too much trouble... well... ah... could you get me some clothes?" Kagami looked down at her feet. "Maybe I could... ah... well... borrow your shirt... or pants... or something?" The cute brunette's brow furrowed, her face twisting into a nervous expression. Her head slowly rose to look at Kenji, but she deliberately avoided making eye contact. "Ah! Sorry if I'm being too imposing..."
     Kagami would stand in the ring, wet and nude, exposed to all. She would cross her legs, and she would use her arms to cover herself and preserve some semblance of modesty. Her gaze would once again fall to the floor, her posture compressing and becoming smaller.

[BlackAkuma]

Being a referee wasn't as easy as people thought, but it wasn't that difficult, either. For the most part, it was just a matter of staying out of the wrestler’s way, admonishing them when they tried to break the rules, counting them out when they went to the floor, and counting the pinfall. It was honestly not too different from babysitting, only much shorter and louder and the babies might clobber you with a chair if you made the wrong move.

Though he wasn't the most experienced, he'd done this enough times to be prepared for most scenarios, or so he thought. But when Kagami asked to borrow his shirt, he had to admit it was new. Definitely new.

He had a moment of confusion, simply taken off guard, before he nodded and pulled his shirt off, handing it to her without a word. Not a word from him, anyway. Yo-Yo had plenty.

”Hey! Hey! The rapper popped to her feet and pointed towards them with one hand while the other was busy rubbing her battered face. ”You can’t do that, that’s biased! Bullshit!”

He sighed and stepped back, giving them space again. The shirt wasn’t as good as a full outfit, but at least it would give Kagami some coverage, and it was far better than nothing. ”That’s the best I can do right now. Are you good to continue?”

Even as he spoke, Yo-You was stomping towards them, muttering all the way…

[Ichi]

     "Th-thanks... I'm g-good to c-continue," Kagami stammered while she tried to put the shirt on. Kagami fumbled about, struggling to find where to put her head through the shirt. "A-ah!" she cried, her face showing distress. It was clear that Kagami was having trouble finding the composure needed to put on the shirt. Kagami tried to put her head through one of the sleeves of the shirt, only to find out in short order that she had the wrong opening.
     "Dumbass! Don't you know how to put on clothes?" yelled a member of the crowd.
     "Is this why you came out naked? Because you don't know how to dress yourself?" another voice from the crowd chimed in.
     Kagami whimpered, her movements becoming more frantic. Laughter began emanating from the crowd.
     "Just stay naked!"
     "How do you fuck up putting on a shirt?"
     Kagami was shaking. She frantically rotated the shirt in her hands, trying to find the proper opening. Eventually, she found it and summarily thrust herself in through the opening headfirst. The movement was violent and frantic. A quiet tearing sound rang out, signifying that the shirt had sustained damage.
     There Kagami stood, her head and arm peeking out from the now-enlarged head hole. Seeing this, the crowd began to laugh even harder.
     "What a fuck-up!"
     "How clumsy!
     A terrified look spread across Kagami's face, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She let out soft whimpers and began to shake. The stress from the situation had rendered Kagami an incompetent mess. It also left her in a very vulnerable spot, with both arms restrained and her mind distracted!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, the whole crowd was laughing. Great. Yo-Yo wanted to be happy at that and not be the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, but she was finding it hard to look at that in a positive light, given what was happening at the moment. This had gone on way, way too long. The whole point of her stealing this bitch’s clothes in the first place was to make it a quick, clean sweep. Wreck her shit, then get out of dodge, the perfect way to reverse the perception she’d gotten from getting curb-stomped by Roni Mancini. Getting beaten around the ring, knocked the fuck out, made into a punchline all over YouTube…

That stain wouldn’t be coming out so easily. If she couldn't finish Kagami fast, she had to do it in a big way, to make it look good. Strikes didn’t seem to work all that well, but maybe she could try for something a little different.

Yo-Yo had been coming at Kagami head-on, but when it was made clear that the woman was too busy wrestling a shirt to wrestle her, she dipped down and moved behind her, trying her best not to be detected in the process. Closer, closer, closer…

She waited until it looked like Kagami was about to get her act together - as much as a crybaby like her could - then reached out from behind and tried to wrap her arm around the woman’s neck, looking to squeeze her out with the most complicated submission move in her arsenal: a sleeperhold.