Dragon Country: Satomi Saito vs Maybelle Tendersweet

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Dragon Empress', Satomi Saito vs 'Miss Carrot Cakes', Maybelle Tendersweet
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

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"...Entering first, hailing from Tokyo, Japan...standing at 5'6 and weighing in at 143 lbs...ALL HAIL...THE DRAGON EMPRESS...SATOMI SAITO!!!!"


Satomi would walk out to her traditional-styled theme, smoke billowing from backstage as flames erupted up and down the entrance ramp's edges. The Empress...had arrived. She marched down to the ramp, sauntering toward the ring with little care for those around her, simply holding her head up high in a pompous fashion before ascending the steps, standing on the edge of the ring, and flipping over the top rope with style and grace, elegantly strutting forward to the center of the ring before hitting her signature pose as she finally addresses the crowd.

"That's right, PEONS~...bask in the glory of your EMPRESS!" She boomed, arms outstretched with her head tilted at just the right angle to look down disdainfully across the stands, overlooking her 'territory', claiming more and more space for herself in LAW with every passing moment...and tonight, it was time to claim even more land in the name of her family's legacy and her goal of overthrowing the status quo and situating herself as professional wrestling's next empress. She would gracefully walk toward her corner, resting against the turnbuckles, grinning wickedly as she narrowed her gaze toward the entrance ramp, wondering what FOOL awaits her on the other side...

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[SweetHeart]

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The lights in the arena dimmed for just a moment...
CRACK!
The sound of a whip tore through the silence. A blaring Western trumpet kicked up, quickly joined by a thumping bass beat , blasting into a high-energy country dance tune—part rodeo, part rave—and out she came! Bounding onto the stage with a grin big as the prairie sky, Maybelle Tendersweet was here to make her second-ever appearance in LAW—and from the way she carried herself, you’d think she was a regular with how the crowd roared in support.

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"...And her opponent! Hailing from Oklahoma...standing tall at 6 feet and weighing in at 220 pounds of sweet Southern softness, MISS CARROT CAKES...MAY~BELLE TENDERSWEET!!”

Her orange-plaid singlet shimmered under the lights, trimmed in soft cream with those charming cake-swirled patterns on her hips and chest. Her boots kicked up invisible dust with every powerful stomp, and her picnic-patterned entrance coat billowed behind her like a cape in the wind. That wide-brimmed brown hat sat snug on her bright carrot-colored curls, and her warm orange eyes sparkled as she looked out at her adoring fans. Maybelle twirled, tipped her hat, and handed out high-fives and hugs like she was welcoming folks to Sunday supper. She was bouncin’—not just in her step, but in all the right places, her plush figure moving with a mix of power and softness that made her the very definition of “thick and tender.” The LAW faithful were lovin’ it.

She took the stairs two at a time and hit the apron with a hearty slap of her palm. Climbing inside the ring, she gave the ropes a quick test shake, then stepped through with confidence, doing one full spin in the middle of the ring and waving to each side of the crowd.

“Hey y’all!!” she called out with a wink and a two-finger salute, her southern drawl sweet as sugar and smooth as molasses.

Then...she turned to face her opponent.

Maybelle’s smile widened as she met eyes with Satomi Saito. “Well butter my biscuit, ain’t you a picture! Name’s Maybelle, darlin’—and lemme tell ya somethin’...” She stepped forward, not a trace of fear in her tone as she offered her hand with friendly sincerity. “This may only be my second match here in LAW, but I didn’t come all the way from Oklahoma to get burned by a puff o’ smoke. I came to prove this sweet cake’s got a whole lotta kick.”

[Misfit_Alien]

After Maybelle's arrival, Satomi would remain in her stance, unbothered and seemingly uncaring for the Southerner's attitude...that was, of course, until the woman properly introduced herself. Her thick country accent was like a new culinary dish to the ears of the Dragon Empress, not exactly unpleasant, but an...acquired taste, to be certain. Satomi would brush her ponytail back, marching forward and coming chest-to-chest with Maybelle, somehow looking down on her while looking UP at her. Nearly one hundred pounds heavier than her, Satomi took every facet of her look into account, studying her opponent's physique in GREAT detail before addressing her.

"Well, well, well-...take a look at this country bumpkin. You're far from home, now aren't you~? Well, I can't say that I don't mind having the occasional 'exotic treat' once in a while...I've never heard of this 'carrot cake'...but I'm sure I'll savor you all the same after I've bested you in the ring tonight. The name is Satomi Saito, the Dragon Empress, heiress to the Saito dynasty...in the world of wrestling, I'm royalty...yet before me stands a pauper from the States...how very intriguing indeed." Satomi said, her smile widening as her eyes shifted into a vain, cocky expression. She walks around Maybelle, taking another long look at her, ignoring the referee and holding a hand up to their face.

"Silence~...learn to take a beat, darling, I'm having a moment here with my opponent." She said, turning back toward Maybelle. "After all, what's a match without a good bit of banter, no~? Besides, your second match here already? It's only natural that I properly 'welcome' you here~..." She said, her finger gently tracing up the underside of the woman's chin in a controlling yet affectionate manner. "Rest assured, Maybelle...what you will receive from me is far more than a 'puff of smoke'...you'd do well not to underestimate a Saito, lest you find yourself in the jaws of the Dragon~...That is, unless-...you kneel before your empress~...I'm sure I can find a fitting place for a lively, strapping woman such as yourself in my growing empire~...I've got an eye for diamonds in the rough. And my, my~...you're are quite the well-cut gem~..." She said, simultaneously flirting with, buttering up, and belittling Maybelle all in one fell swoop, using her silver tongue to play all sorts of mental games with the woman...either to dim her spirits, make her subservient, or get her riled up and reckless...either way, Satomi was eager to gauge the woman's reaction.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle blinked. The moment Satomi stepped forward and began her high-and-mighty strut around her, it was like the Southern belle had walked into a whole new world—one full of velvet words, sharp looks, and a confidence that hit like a tidal wave. Her orange eyes followed Satomi’s every move, trying her best to keep her sunny composure even as the Empress traced a finger beneath her chin and whispered words that could curdle milk and melt butter all at once. A little blush crept into her cheeks. "W-well now," Maybelle muttered with a sheepish chuckle, momentarily thrown off as she scratched the back of her head. "Ain’t nobody ever called me exotic before… shoot, you keep talkin’ like that and I might start thinkin’ yer sweet on me~."

But just as quickly as she got flustered, that bright country grin came right back. Her wide smile curved into something playful and mischievous as she tilted her hat back, leaned in just a bit, and gently reached up to wrap one big arm around Satomi’s head—and gave her a noogie! "Aww, yer a real hoot, Empress! I like ya already~!" Maybelle giggled, giving her a friendly scruff of the head before letting go and stepping back with a laugh. “Real fancy way o’ sayin’ howdy, but I’ll take it! Heck, y’all got me flatter’d, butter’d, and served on a silver plate already!” She gave Satomi a wink and gently flexed her bicep with pride. “But you better believe I ain’t kneelin’ for nobody tonight—not ‘less I trip on somethin’ or gotta tie my boot!”

[Misfit_Alien]

"Hands off the hair!!!" She said, scowling, poking Maybelle in her abs rather sharply...or at least, she'd try. She was shocked at how toughened and firm they were; it made her blush slightly. This woman was...certainly something. Satomi caught her gaze again and cleared her throat. "I spent a LOT of time preparing my hair, I'd prefer if you didn't sully it before the bell rang..." She spoke. "Besides...you can play with my hair all you want after I've brought you home~..." She declared, straightening out her lush locks and side ponytail while being so openly flirtatious and dominant in the face of a foe so large and overbearing. Satomi desired control over all else, so she stood her ground against the country lass. "You say you won't kneel, but all I hear and see is a challenge standing before me...So do your best to defy me, I love it when my future subjects resist. It makes the conquering part all the more enjoyable...but make no mistake, Maybelle...After I've captured MY victory and YOUR heart, I will take to doing more than just buttering you up and serving you on a silver platter..." She said, and with that, she'd finalize her statement by stealing a kiss right from the woman's lips, a quick peck just to share some of that fiery passion of hers before the bell rings.

"One way or another-...I always get what I want~..." She said, stepping away before Maybelle could retort...and if the country bumpkin tried, she'd be cut off by the sound of the-


DING DING DING!!!


-that...and so, the match was on!!! Satomi turns to face Maybelle and, knowing that a lock-up would be frivolous, invites her to approach. "Your move, 'lassie'...Mind showing this city gal how...y'all folk...do things~?" She teasingly provoked with a smirk. If Maybelle went to GRAB Satomi, the Dragon Empress would surprise her with a flash of speed, aiming to knock the woman's arms away with a sharp Superkick, but should Maybelle be fast enough, tough enough, or clever enough...a quick catch of the Japanese woman's boots would leave her wide up with her leg up in the air and a raised eyebrow of shock and nervousness...

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle chcukled more after stopping her noogie. "D'aw your real cute when you keep on doing all that there yappin-"

*Smooch*

Maybelle blinked again, stunned silent for just a second by that kiss. Her brain practically short-circuited.

“A-Ah… wh—now hold on just a—!” she stammered out, flustered all over again as Satomi strutted away like she hadn’t just snuck a kiss right on the lips of a woman built like a barn. That little peck had lit a fire in Maybelle’s cheeks, and her hands instinctively hovered near her lips in bashful disbelief. "L-Lord 'ave mercy… she’s a bold one…"

DING DING DING!

Before she could gather her wits, the bell rang—and the match was on. Satomi was already in position, ever-confident, beckoning her with that smug smirk and a teasing jab. Maybelle couldn’t help but grin wide. That kiss may’ve knocked her for a loop, but she wasn't gonna get thrown off that easy! “Ohoho~… you want a lesson in Southern hospitality, sugar?” Maybelle drawled, hands resting on her hips, before smacking her sides and getting into a wrestling stances “Well alright then… but I don’t think ya read the fine print: I serve it up with a side o’whup-ass.”

She lunged in quick, arms out to catch the Empress—but Satomi was already on the counterattack, as she spun into a superkick aimed right for Maybelle’s chest—

Only for Maybelle to CATCH IT.

The whole arena popped with surprise as Maybelle’s strong hands clamped around Satomi’s boot, leaving the Empress wide-eyed, her leg up and body off-balance. Maybelle gave the girl a toothy smirk as she would keep a firm grim on her ankle, casually strolling around the hopping Dragoness, forcing Satomi to bounce on her single leg "Well darn, not exactly the best start now is it?" She teased, giving her ankle a little wiggle "Hmmmm, maybe if ya pat yer head and rub yer tummy, then it won't be as difficult for ya?" Maybelle mocked, clearly enjoying toying with the smug, elegant Empress.

But just as Satomi had a chance to let out another retort or think of a counter, Maybelle yanked her forward hard, locking her up in a leg cpature, before then lifting her up and spinning her around, the Dragoness sent flying before she smashed down into the mat with a big capture suplex! The impact making the masked dragon bounce on the ground, before Maybelle herself would pop up smuggly flexing her arms “Don’t worry, Satomi~,” she called down sweetly. “That was just the first course… I got plenty more where that came from~!”

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[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi had been sowing her seeds and digging her claws into Maybelle's mind and heart, trying to overpower and sway the farmwoman's sweet soul so that she could turn her into her personal plaything. With her rampant squabbling and provocative actions, Satomi saw firsthand that her mere presence was affecting Maybelle, slowly chipping away at her. However, she was far too blind to the woman's innate resilience and chipper attitude. Satomi merely scoffed in retort at Maybelle's words, brushing them off without a second thought. Little did she know, she'd soon come to regret this moment of bravado.

From the moment the bell rang, the Empress was on the prowl, looking to assault her foe with a swift kick upside her jaw...however, the big and bulky country bumpkin beauty would SNATCH Satomi's leg out of mid air, the impact barely causing her to budge as she held the Japanese woman's leg up nice and high, leaving Satomi to wobble a little as she panicked internally. Not only was this an AWFUL situation to be stuck in, but she was also tremendously embarrassed by the way Maybelle left her hopping around like a kid playing an elementary school game! She tried to say something, or even jump up for an Enzugiri counter, but little-miss Tendersweet was far too quick for the dragon-themed wrestler's liking as she quickly yanked Satomi forward, keeping her leg raised as she locked in her close. The underside of Satomi's thigh pressed against Maybelle's body as the country gal hugged her tightly, THROWING her overhead with an impressive Big Catch Suplex!!!

Satomi would grunt as her body hit the canvas, rolling off to the edge of the ring after being tossed to the wayside like a sack of potatoes, grabbing hold of the ropes to pull herself up, trying to move past the embarrassing moment as she snarled. "Gh-...As if I'd LET YOU put your hands on me like that again!" She claimed, gritting her teeth before rushing at Maybelle, aiming high for what seemed like another shot aimed at the woman's head, only for the Dragon Empress to drop low, suddenly transitioning into a Basement Dropkick as she tried to knock Maybelle off-balance by ramming her bootheels into the woman's knee to topple her over.

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[SweetHeart]

Maybelle had been ridin’ high after that big suplex, the crowd hollerin’ like she’d just hit a home run at the county fair. She couldn’t help but flex and grin. “Yessiree, that’s how we do it down South!” she called, her accent dripping with charm as the fans roared back. It felt good. Real good! When Satomi came rushing in again, Maybelle braced herself. The Empress’s movements were smooth as silk, sharp as a switchblade—no wasted steps, no hesitation. The country girl saw her comin’, all high and fierce, and thought Satomi was fixin’ to aim another kick at her head. “Oh, I got this one,” Maybelle told herself, arms lifting up to shield her noggin.

That was the problem though—she was expectin’ a storm up top, when Satomi was already changin’ course down low, as the Dragon Empress dropped suddenly, her body twisting like a serpent. Maybelle didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. Satomi slammed flush into Maybelle’s knee in a brutal basement dropkick, the full force of that sharp strike cutting her legs right out from under her. “AAHhh!” Maybelle yelped, her voice cracking like a whip as her knee buckled and she came crashing down to the canvas, big body hitting hard with a heavy thud.

The Oklahoma powerhouse clutched at her leg, wincing as she rolled onto her side. That smile of hers wavered for the first time, her orange eyes wide with surprise at just how quick Satomi had turned the tables. “D-Dang it…” she hissed through grit teeth, thumping the mat once with her fist

[Misfit_Alien]

After planting her boots into the shin of the big, busty farmgirl, Satomi would kip up to her feet, flaunting her figure around and brushing her side ponytail out of the way. "Sorry, lass...how do you say-...this town ain't big enough for both of us~" She teased, her honeyed words laced with a bit of coy, playful venom as she mocked Maybelle, grabbing hold of the tanned woman and dragging her up to her feet with surprising ease. "Far stronger than I look, huh, little miss farmhand~?" She said, suddenly spinning around and snapping at Maybelle with a High-Kick aimed to daze her a little more before pulling her back in for another move, slipping behind her, and locking in a tight Sleeper Hold. "Shh, shh, shhhhh~..." She cooed, whispering right into Maybelle's ears. "Just enjoy this for a moment, the warm embrace of a true empress~...a country bumpkin as cute as yourself should be grateful~..."

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[SweetHeart]

Maybelle’s eyes went wide as Satomi would kick her in the side of her head, before her arm looped tight around her neck, the Empress slinking behind her with that slick, serpent-like precision. The Southern belle staggered back a step, her hands instantly reaching up to grab at the arm cinched around her neck. Maybelle winced, her cheeks flushing red just as much from the hold as from Satomi’s taunts. “Nnnghh… h-hate to break it to ya, sugar, but—” she wheezed, fingers tugging uselessly at the constriction on her neck. Her knees bent slightly, her big body struggling for balance as the crowd clapped and hollered in anticipation of the country powerhouse fading away in the dragon’s coils.

But Maybelle wasn’t about to just lay down and let herself be choked out. Her orange eyes flared with fury, determination burning hot as a summer sun. She sucked in what little air she could, planted her boots, and with a sharp growl, suddenly jumped backwards!

“HHHAAAHHHH!!”

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Her whole body flung in back, all that farm-raised beef crashing down to the canvas with a massive SLAM! The full weight of Maybelle’s frame smashed Satomi flat beneath her, looking to break the sleeper hold and make herself into a dragon pancake!