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

[Bearhug Goddess]

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, KO or submission.
Normal rules.

Strange noises were heard in Louise's locker room, who was strangely angry. The French woman often got angry, but never to the point of attacking her locker rooms with a chair. After several minutes, the metal noises stopped and Louise was panting tiredly, looking at herself in the mirror while still feeling angry.

"How dare they ?... These fucking assholes !!"

Louise had just been fooled by the LAW staff because of her lack of seriousness. The wildcat used to accept any type of match and opponent but this time her opponent was not an Aggairi wrestler but a Young Lionness. Louise had no time to waste against such a lousy opponent and she was going to show everyone that she had no business being in the same ring as this Young Lioness.

Theme

Louise

She entered the stage silently, accompanied by her theme which was nevertheless danceable. Her fists were clenched and her eyebrows furrowed, it was enough to show the audience that she was angry and not here to laugh. She simply and quickly climbed into the ring and stood directly on her corner, grabbing the two ropes beside her with her hands as she waited for her opponent to arrive. She was so angry that for once, the named "Goddess" did not waste her time preparing a trap or an ambush for her opponent. She was going to finish this match easily, quickly and correctly.

[Malkavia]

Three girls step onto the entrance ramp. Purple, peach, and brunette. Each of them had a look like they knew a secret—a fun, surprise birthday party kind of secret. One of the girls — the one with the white bow in her long, brunette hair — nudged the strawberry blonde beside her.

Spoiler

"Hey Sayori. You feel that?"
"I think I do Monika!"
"The tension in the air. It makes your hair stand on end. There's a thunnnnnderstorm brewing..."
"Ooooh, I feel it Monika! I feel the ground getting all like...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM..." Sayori held out her fingers like claws and took gargantuan, stomping steps. l"ike the steps of a GIANT TEDDY BEAR. DO YOU FEEL IT YURI?"
Yuri flinched. "I—er. Y-yes. Um. p-perhaps not a teddy bear per se, but I feel the uh—the rain droplets coalescing in the—"
Monika stepped in front of Yuri, then turned to Sayori. "IIII think we ALL feel it girls! 'Cause she's here and she means business. ONE. TWO..."
"—ONE TWO THREE NATSUKI LET'S GOOOOOOO!"

—And that was their cue to dance. They all hopped on one, two, and three, then made a path in the middle of the ramp.

Entrance Theme: Lady Baby

Natsuki swaggered through the curtain. The other girls might have kept their school uniforms, but Natsuki had on something special for the first match of her career. It was real wrestling gear, a pink tank-top with a fist across the chest, and a pleated idol-style skirt. Her arms went wide as she charged the ring.

Natsuki "The Vice President" Muramoto

Natsuki used the steps getting into the ring, hoping as she did no one would notice she couldn't reach the middle rope from the ground. Yeah yeah yeah, stupid design. But we're not gonna let that bother us today! The spotlight was hot on her face. Hot and prickly. She could at least feel tall with her fists on her hips as she flashed her snaggletooth grin. "Yeah that's right! I'm Natsuki! Get used to this face, everyone, because you're gonna be seeing it everywhere!"

Man, though, those guys in booking really outdid themselves here, didn't they? The girl on the opposite side of the ring looked like some kind of monster, with so much muscle and height and...Well, she'd just say it. Tits that almost matched up to Yuri's. Dumb-ass honkers. Natsuki would be able to run circles around someone this chunky!

"How about you Louise? You ready for a fight, huh? Ready to dance?" As she weaved her head, Natsuki shadowboxed at Louise. Left, right, uppercut! "Or are you just gonna try and roll over me with your big bad butt?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise's entrance had barely ended when the spectators became noisy. Too noisy. This intensified the anger of the wildcat who did not appreciate that a Young Lioness brought so much attention to the public, especially for a first match. Did the public think that Louise had no chance against a debutante? Maybe not, but this thought irritated Louise even more as she finally saw her opponent appear in public for the first time.

Obviously, Natsuki received thunderous applause and encouragement from the spectators and it was predictable, Louise was far from being appreciated in addition to being a Heel. But the little pinkette will quickly understand that her opponent was not someone to be overestimated and that wrestling was not a completely white sport and that there were also wrestlers like Louise who only sought to be violent and destroy your opponents... Guess not.

Natsuki probably had trouble reading the atmosphere in the ring because she preferred to shadowbox in front of the French woman who was already looking at her with frowning eyebrows and crossed arms. Worse still, Natsuki felt herself growing wings and even caused the wildcat to start letting a growl escape her lips. Her gaze fixed on the pinkette's eyes with a dark look, her arms uncrossed and Louise only took a step forward before punching her opponent in the face.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP !”

The audience was speechless at such an unfair performance and the referee was quick to intervene to put herself between the two wrestlers and scold the Frenchwoman who was given a warning, once again. Louise was used to this sort of thing, especially when her signature move was to ambush her opponents during their entrances to the ring. But this time, the Wildcat had hit her opponent before the bell rang in the middle of the match, she was not going to get away so easily. The referee was now going to pay attention to every movement of the French girl to disqualify her but before that, he returned to Natsuki and helped her get up before ringing the bell when the little Young Lionness felt ready.

[Malkavia]

Natsuki's head slammed into the mat hard enough that it bounced. She didn't even scream. All she could do was curl up in a pile and push her palms into her face whille all that OW rung in her face like a siren.

"N-NATSUKI!!" The crowd had been too shocked to peep, until Sayori broke the silence. "A-A-ARE YOU...UH—OOOKAAAAAY???"

"BOOOOOOO!"

Natsuki's vision swam like she was underwater, until the ref took her hand and helped her up. Fuckin' cheap-ass shot. "Fuckin'... Cheap ass... whoof—"

She was dizzy and sat in her corner.

Can you fight? asked the ref.

"OF COURSE I CAN FUCKIN' FIGHT! After that cheapshot! I'll ... punch her face until she says uncle! I'll stomp her stupid face! I'll twist her idiot uh—her idiot tits! I'll—"

The referee got the hint. He sent a signal.

DING DING DING!

And that was all Natsuki needed to get going—roaring out of the gate! She rushed at Lou! Fist back, feet pounding.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

Just before she reached Lou, Natsuki was gonna jump! Let's see her bouncy lil tit take a superman punch! Right in its squishy center!!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Obviously the audience was going to boo the French girl, no matter what she did she was going to be booed. The real question is why was she booed? Because she was a heel? Because she had just given a low-blow before the match started? Because she wasn't going to hold back against a Young Lionness? A bit of everything for sure... In any case, the Frenchwoman's image did not have a very good image to be supported in this match.

But the worst thing was that the blow she had just given and her screams had not managed to calm her down! She was still so angry, especially when she heard the pinkette growl in pain and rage, wishing to continue fighting. Did this kid think she could defeat Louise with the power of rage and hatred? It was futile AND stupid, the only one who had the right to be angry in that ring was her and no one else!

The bells ring for the start of the match and Natsuki, with her small size and light weight, manages to land the first blow by throwing herself at the Frenchwoman to give her a superkick... On the chest... The whole audience encouraged the pinkette and supported her, everyone was convinced that Natsuki was going to beat Louise thanks to her speed.

But Louise... Wasn't just a fighter. Louise fought often, very often and especially in brawls. She wasn't a wrestler who specialized in strikes, grapples or submissions, she was a brawler who knew how to take hits and return them. Natsuki was not the first to have targeted the breasts of the self-called Goddess and obviously, much stronger women than her have done so.

"..."

Louise remained silent, her fists were still clenched and her expression was still cold and angry. Nothing changed before and after this superkick, except that the Wildcat's breasts bounced. It was as if Natsuki's blow had had no effect on her. The Frenchwoman looked her opponent in the eyes, threatening her with a look so that she would stop fighting while the audience continued to encourage Natsuki by pushing her to continue attacking.

[Malkavia]

The breast ate up almost all of Natsuki's fist. She was in up to her wrist. Then the whole thing bounced and threw her out, like a net catching a ball and spitting it harmlessly back the way it came.

Natsuki squinted, frowning. Her snaggletooth popped over her lower lip, as her lips parted. "Wha—" Her eyes darted, fist, tit, back to the fist, until in a flash she remembered—

Put up your freakin' guard!

Her fists went to her face, way too late if the giant had actually been fighting. But as Natsuki hopped backwards, she could see Lou was only glaring at her. Fists clenched. The air over the giant woman seemed to dance and squirm, like the shimmer over a fire. Her eyes pierced Natsuki's with clear, unfiltered contempt. You are a bug, was what Natsuki read in them.

She turned pink, then rosy, then finally the color of a coca cola can.

"AAAAGH!"

Her fists flew! Into her stupid breasts, her stupid chest, her stupid abs, and her stupid arms. They flew until Natsuki forgot how to punch, and her blows were just slaps. The whole time, Lou's body cast a shadow over Natsuki.

"Stupid...frickin..."

Nothing was working—and Natsuki's arms were getting tired. Just freaking—HURT already! She gave another shout of frustration and jumped, since she wanted to claw her nails over Lou's face, and she couldn't reach with her feet on the ground.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The difference between an experienced wrestler and a Young Lionness was rather... enormous. Natsuki's punches wouldn't even hurt a fly so why put her in front of Louise? Louise was clearly stronger than the little Lionness and even if these blows didn't hurt, it bothered her to find herself on this ground for another second.

She also thought that Natsuki was going to give up after that, finally learning from her mistakes by not attacking more than her... But no, you have to believe that the public who continued to support her made her grow wings... Wings that Louise was going to quickly destroy by grabbing the pinkette by the neck, lifting her with one arm before pinning her to the ground with a powerful chokeslam.

Although the pinkette was small and light, Louise didn't hold back her punches and made the ring shake with her chokeslam. The audience was left speechless when they saw the Frenchwoman not holding back her punches and delivering such a violent blow at the start of the match. Everyone booed her, once again, but Louise didn't care, as usual. She stood up and stomped on the pinkette's stomach, looking down on her with a death glare.

“Don’t waste my time and give up.”

[Malkavia]

"—GEK!"

Which was bigger—Lou's palm or Natsuki's head? Her palm was thick and nobbly as it caught Natsuki midair, crushing her windpipe. Natsuki squirmed, kicked, hissed until spittle flew between her lips and dribbled down Lou's wrist.

Hey kid, at least you've got one thing going for you! came the dregs of Natsuki's inner voice. This hold uses your body weight against ya—and you don't have aaaaaaany of that!

A high pitched squeal of rage burst from Natsuki's throat, as she beat on the hand holding her throat, twisting and bending as her teeth bared, searching for an angle from which she could bite the hand squeezing her neck, until—

CLUNK!

"Ooooof..." went the crowd.

"Yeeeeesh..." went Monika.

"Oh noooo..." went Sayori

Yuri didn't make a sound, but her shoulders clenched and her fingers tightened on her seat as Natsuki's head cracked against the mat. It was easy to imagine the impact could have left a crater; there could have been smoke rising from the site of the crash. Stars and moon spun around Natsuki's face.

"Nlegh..."

Stupid—Moon. She raised a hand to bat at its stupid smiling face, but it kept spinning out of her way, chortling and snickering with its big stupid nose and dimpled stupid cheeks. Natsuki gave one last growl, then collapsed and lay still.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise caught Natsuki's blow, lifted her with great ease with just the strength of her right arm then dropped forward to pin the pinkette to the ground with a powerful chokeslam. The audience was silent and had compassion for the Young Lionness, the poor beginner had just taken a powerful blow to the head and shoulder... And not the kind of blow that a person should receive at the start of the match!

The French woman released her grip to let Natsuki breathe and answer her question but apart from a few grunts of pain, her question was ignored. She rolled her eyes as she heard the crowd's boos getting louder and more numerous and decided to continue to calm her anger by using her new punching bag, Natsuki!

"Alright then."

She grabbed her opponent by her pink hair, forcing her to stand up quickly if she didn't want the pain to be too much before carrying her to the side, turning her opponent upside down so that their head was towards the ground. She slammed her foot on the mast to make a thud to silence the audience before dropping back, this time performing a Vertical Suplex to continue slamming the Young Lionness' head against the ground violently.

[Malkavia]

"Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh..."

Yuri and the other two members of her team stood at the ringside, watching as Lou peeled Natsuki from the mat like a wet shower mat. Natsuki's head lolled on her shoulders, while her eyes lolled around and around. Her eyelids were uneven, and her mouth hung open.

Yuri felt her stomach go cold as a back-of-the-freezer ice pop when Natsuki started to croak. She raised her fist, drunkenly slap-slap-slapped at Lou's face.

"Gettttt your... stupid handshhh..."

When Natsuki went up, her legs bicycled in the air. Although her pink arc through the air only took a slice of a second, Yuri could see each frame playing out, like the scenes from an animation booklet. The wide-eyed surprise. The indignant curl of her mouth. The way her legs KICK KICK KICKED at the air.

And then her shoulders slammed the mat. Her legs hung over her head, and her skirt fell about her waist. She sat thus, pinned by the weight of her own knees, until a breeze must have caught her and blew her onto her side.

Oof.

Yuri glanced right and left. Both Monika and Sayori stared. Pale. Sayori was clutching her mouth with both palms. Monika had her index fingertip in her mouth and was biting down. Hard.

"Erm..." Yuri's gaze turned back to the crumpled pile of an ally in the ring. She took a deep breath, then cupped her hands to her mouth.

"R-raaah...Rah. Kitty's got...claws."

Her call was a mutter under her breath. Barely something she could hear in her own ears. But it was enough to make Monika twitch and take her finger from her mouth. She joined in on the next beat.

"Rah, rah, Kitty's got claws!"

Clap clap.

On the next one, Sayori joined in too.

"RAH RAH, KITTY'S GOT CLAWS."

CLAP CLAP.

Natsuki's head began to stir. Just barely. Like a mouse waking from hybernation.

"Rah rah Kitty's got CLAWS!!"

Get up Nat...