With Our Bodies on the Line - Vanessa Vixen vs. Satsuki Hayano (D)

[FreestylePoet]

Rising to her feet, Satsuki dragged Vanessa by the hair and tossed her towards the center of the ring. Then she stepped to Vanessa's front and pulled her head back up, using the same vice grip on her blonde locks. "C'mon, Mrs. Vixen! Where's your wife? Wouldn't she hate to see you job the hell out like this?" Ordinarily, Satsuki wouldn't be so loud with her taunting, usually preferring to keep it between her and her opponent to some degree. Public humiliation was one thing, but personal taunting had to be more... intimate in its delivery for maximal impact.

After all, her goal in all this was to get a very valuable piece of information from the bleary-eyed Vanessa Vixen. She wanted to see where Vanessa's wife was, to have a second target for her machinations within the ring. With any luck, Vanessa's eyes would tell the whole story, even if her lips would remain sealed. Hopefully, the Vixen wouldn't get too much motivation from Satsuki's taunting... But then again, even if she did, the Queen of Clubs would be able to squash it back down later.

[Frodouken]

Annoyed with how much her opponent keeps asking for wife’s location and with the threats of humiliation, Vanessa finds the fight in her to fight back.

“Get your damn hands off of me!” Vixen steps directly on her Satsuki’s foot, to the referee’s displeasure. She then would aim to headbutt the back of her head against her opponent’s nose, then would follow up with a Hurricanrana. Vanessa’s had enough humiliation and aims to steer things her direction for once in this match.

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki grunted in pain as Vanessa stomped on her foot, then did so again when she reared her head back for a vicious headbutt! She staggered for a bit, taking a few steps back, before having her progress halted by a sudden tug at her head. As she fell down, the Queen of Clubs had a brief moment of thankfulness that her opponent was finally fighting back, that she'd have some modicum of resistance to break down.

Until she hit the canvas, and pain shot through her body.

"Is that... all you got, Mrs. Vixen?" she taunted, the insult coming out as a groan more than a sentence.

[Frodouken]

“Shut up!” Vanessa frustrated at the ego of her opponent, she goes up to Satsuki’s body and begins stomping on her repeatedly until the ref stops her. Vixen shoves the official away, ignoring the warning and pulls her facedown opponent’s face up.

She squats down while holding the pinkette’s hair and forcefully french kisses her for a good few seconds. Van’s lips make a suction sound as she leaves her opponent’s mouth with a string of drool snapping between them.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Vixen taunts as she slams Satsuki’s head into the mat. Next, she drags her opponent towards the ropes and places her neck on top of the middle one. Vanessa then hits the ropes behind her, looking to use momentum for a Rope-Assisted Hip Drop to damage the vocals of her annoying opponent.

[FreestylePoet]

"Ahhhh!" Despite herself, Satsuki couldn't help but scream as her opponent stomped the air right out of her. Unlike the referee, though, she didn't hold Vanessa's actions against her. Playing poker in Yakuza dens for most of her life taught Satsuki many lessons that were useful in both gambling and in life. Among the most important of those was that sometimes, cheating was the name of the game.

So she bided her time, giving her blonde opponent a willing, satisfied "Hmmmm...~" into her kiss and gasping slightly when their lips parted. Satsuki didn't even have to act that much, as Vanessa was an able enough kisser to keep her entertained. She continued to rest up, catching her breath even as Vanessa laid her neck across the middle rope.

And when Vanessa dropped her hip down, Satsuki threw her head upwards, hoping to weaponize Vanessa's own move against her with a gravity-assisted headbutt to the crotch!

Of course, regardless of the success of her move, Satsuki still took the brunt of the pain. In fact, if her move worked, she would likely hurt herself more without that. She crumpled to the mat floor in a heap, stars dancing around her vision like a disco ball in a shoddy nightclub. Time would tell if Vanessa was also hurt by the unexpected contact -- and if she was, who would recover first.

[Frodouken]

“Gaaaaahh! Shit!” Vanessa shouts with her groin headbutted against as her hip drop backfired. She stumbles backward while covering the crotch of her white tights, her knees pinching together. She then falls forward with her ass in the air, still grasping her womanhood as the dirty blow has taken the flying fox’s momentum down a few steps.

[FreestylePoet]

It had been a while since Satsuki was knocked out. By definition, she didn't exactly remember the experience itself, but she definitely remembered waking up from it. Her vision was blurry, and her body felt as if it were suspended in water. Recovering from the concussion was like fighting a riptide all the way back to the forefront of her mind.

Satsuki had a similar feeling now, thanks to her dirty headbutt. For more than a moment, she was fighting to stay conscious, every mental pull forward matched by a tug back. Only the sharp, raspy scream that followed gave her a lifeline. It was only when Satsuki woke up that she realized what the sound was and that her risky, self-brutalizing attack had worked.

Still a bit woozy, Satsuki flipped herself onto her belly, finding herself suddenly face-to-face with her opponent. She reached out and yanked up at Vanessa's blonde locks so that she could look her in the eyes.

"Hi."

And then she pulled Vanessa in for a deep, probing kiss! Satsuki's lips locked onto Vanessa's and sucked on her tongue lewdly as if looking for air, as if the kiss were the only thing that could rouse her back to full consciousness. In fact, that wasn't too far from the truth -- Satsuki still needed a few seconds to collect her bearings, and hopefully, this display of dominance would grant her the brief respite she needed. But her kiss served another purpose. The Flying Fox had crossed this line first, bringing this match into a more sensual territory by Frenching Satsuki as if she owned her. Satsuki, however, was never one to be left behind, and she was going to prove it by showing her own skills.

[Frodouken]

Satsuki’s tongue dominated Vanessa’s from surprise. It lasts a good while with the crowd aroused, liking Vanessa to be treated so lowly instead. Regardless of how they felt, she shoves the kiss away eventually and crawls to the corner to rest the back of her head on the lower turnbuckle again while clutching at her crotch, still recovering from the humiliating low blow.

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki was willing to stay like that forever, her lips locked onto Vanessa's. Unfortunately, it seemed that Mrs. Vixen wasn't willing to extend the same courtesy, instead choosing to retreat back to another corner. As she rose, Satsuki made no effort to wipe her opponent's saliva off her face, leaving it as a reminder of her momentary dominance to anyone eagle-eyed enough to notice.

She could go for her Pocket Rockets again... but that would be boring. Instead, Satsuki merely marched over, gripping her opponent's hair and trying to sling her across the ring for an Irish Whip off the ropes! If her move succeeded, she would try to line up a brutal clothesline across Vanessa's midsection!

[Frodouken]

Vanessa couldn’t allow her momentum to vanish just yet, currently pissed she’s already been humiliated again by this pink-haired cunt. Satsuki drags her by the hair and irish whips the blonde against the ropes. Thinking her opponent would strike her upper half, Vanessa ducks an incoming clothesline and Springboards off the ropes for a Thrust Kick against the chin of her opponent.