Sachiko vs Madeleine

[Lederface]

Fight Type: Standard
Victory Condition: Pin, Knockout, Submission

For Sachiko coming out of that fight against Serray meant that she would have to learn more and more from her opponents, even though that wasn't what she normally did, she at least had the help of some of her teammates, so when she knew that this girl was placed in the Heel classification, Sachiko would be willing to face any kind of trick she might have.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/cHRvLl8hpqc

So while she was putting on her costume and her fighting gloves, she would stop to think a bit about what had happened with Airi in that fight with Serray, showing a small and tiny smile, although soon she would be back to her usual expression, so when it was announced that it was time to go out to the ring, she would be step by step until finally she would be in front of the whole audience, many with only applause for the slayer, Sachiko understood them, although passing towards the ring, she would greet them while her expressionless face gave a little awkwardness.

Once she got into the ring, she knew that this time it wouldn't have to be a no-rules fight or anything like that, so she would be more relaxed.

Spoiler

[Malkavia]

Madeleine kept her mind focused on the singular, concrete existence of Mr. Rosencrantz Quartzbottom, who would be waiting for her at the flat in his pink polka dot dress, waiting to be held and caressed and squeezed in private, in quiet, on her bed, away from a crowd's searing attention. Her mind was there and not on the bruise she could feel swelling, marring her face, and not on the way her gait sidled from the red ache deep in her groin (Oh God, Oh God how many times had she cum? She lost count, how the fuck had she lost count), nor any of the rest of the...pains of...whatever that was in the ring.

Main Attire (Cape)

"Pardon ma'am, but you're needed in ring #7."

Dave—The incompetent fucking buffoon who put her these matches—was standing at the door in his ridiculous fucking monkey suit, his little butler's uniform. She didn't ask for that. Why the fuck did he dress like that?

"Whatever it is, it can wait."

"I very seriously doubt they will be willing to reschedule your match, ma'am."

"What? My—my...Dave what?" Pain like a nail blared between her eyes. "Did you not...were you... Jesus fucking Christ were you dropped on you head as a child? The match..." The match was over, she wanted to say, but the words caught like glass in her lungs.

"Is in ring #7. Ma'am."

Then it began to dawn on Madeleine, with blooming, scarlet horror. Her throat tightened.

"What... I...Dave? You...Dave. Please. Um...I mean... What—what did you do?"

"Well, you had so many complaints about your matches as of late, ma'am. I figured I'd need to think outside the box to win your good graces, as it were. So, I thought, what would be more impressive than for the unstoppable Madeleine to dominate a double feature? You're scheduled against...Oh you'll find this amusing! They call her the heel hunter."

—

Madeleine's theme blared with its usual gusto: Gloria in excelsis deo!

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/UyqjN8Au8QI

Madeleine rolled out from behind the curtain, hands up to the audience, welcoming them along with her smile, begging them to ignore the bruise half-caked in makeup and the stench of loss hanging off her skin. Then she'd see Sachiko. The heel-hunter. Muscled, with a face like a stone titan, she was...small. Sachiko was small. Madeleine probably had 30 pounds or more on this waif. Relief like bliss welled in Madeleine's stomach. I can still win this. Of course she could. Of course she could. It would almost...Well. It would make the day not quite such a waste. In spite of her aches, Madeleine leapt into the ring.

Before the bell had even rung, Madeleine's head was in the game. If anyone thought The Countess felt anything other than REGAL at this moment, let her disillusion them: "I'm to understand today I face... the heel hunter?" A grin spread across Madeleine's face. Wide, far wider than her sense of propriety should have allowed. Then she let out a laugh—an ugly, cackling little giggle. "Heel hunter? Heel hunter? God. Almost as ridiculous as your..." The Countess made a brushing motion with her fingers. "Little homespun French Maid Cum Slut outfit. Maybe a little project you gave your seamstress little sister? If not, I would INSIST on your money back. Punish the artisans for their sin against taste."

[Lederface]

Sachiko finally saw her Opponent, and barely saw her....... She knew the type of Opponent she was, she really wasn't disappointed, technically she was a Heel, but that itself made Sachiko wonder if what she did should be with everyone equally.

Finally her opponent came to the ring and it seemed that all she talked about was to belittle her, moving closer to Madeleine, Sachiko knew she was smaller than her, but that would only matter if she came to lose advantage in the fight

I know you are not a true Heel, so I have no need to punish you, let's just try our best.... she would say without any possible show of emotion, just empty words expressing Sachiko, making her back down to her corner.

[Malkavia]

Madeleine's grin faltered. "I-I'm... What?" Not a true heel? What did that even mean? Was that an insult? That felt like a fucking insult—More important, why was it that none of her opponents would fucking talk to her? She said things. Words, they came out of her mouth, issued like gold, and then people just... Origa, Kiena, Sachiko, they all just—

"You want to see a heel, sweetheart? Is that your heart's desire, to see a real heel? Well, tasteless little brat, I can—"

DING DING DING!

The bell interrupted Madeleine, who cringed at the sound, almost flinching away from the sudden noise.

"I'll—I'll..."

Fuck. There were titters in the audience. The Countess stared at Sachiko, hyperaware of the eyes of the crowd on her (and her exhaustion and that stench that stench that stench)...but her regal red eyes were glassy. The back of her brain felt like the front of her brain, which felt dented. Finally something snapped and she made a noise like an angry horse and charged at her opponent. Fuck nuance, fuck thoughtful tactics. None of that had worked on Origa or Kiena anyway. This was a tiny insect and she was going to smash her with a head-on roundhouse kick and then let the audience fucking laugh....

[Lederface]

Sachiko knew that sometimes people could explode with the right words, she of course had not gone through that yet, but she hoped to be ready for when it happened, so when she heard the bell she would place her stance ready to fight, although she soon saw how that girl advanced against her, so Sachiko wanting to avoid a fight that would hurt her opponent a lot, she would jump against her trying a kick against Madeleine, avoid making her look like someone useless was not her goal.... If she wanted a fight she would get one

[Malkavia]

Madeleine's kick sailed over Sachiko's head. She watched it miss, as if from a distance, and the fury hit her with delay like thunder after lightning strike. How? How had she missed? Her speed, her form, it had all been—

Sachiko's foot slammed Madeleine's side. The blonde's lats and obliques, the pillars of her back, had been crushed and stretched and torn, kicked and stepped on, and now they collapsed. Madeleine stumbled back on a limp as pain rocketed up her side.

"CUR!"

With a furious movement of will, Madeleine forced another charge at the heel hunter, aiming to reach through the mist, tear her fingers through the mental fog, and grab this Sachiko's hair and pull her face into a knee strike. But as she stepped forward, her muscles cramped. A feeling like a knife in the Countess's back made her whimper and stumble halfway through the move, creating for her opponent an opening wide enough for a flaming jetliner.

[Lederface]

Sachiko after avoiding that blow, she could clearly see a frustration, it seemed it would not be Sachiko who had provoked her, it already seemed as if she was already in trouble from before, so when she moved away to take distance.

Madeleine would throw herself at her, but although I didn't expect her next, Sachiko would get a lucky punch, as Madeleine fell down in pain from what seemed to be a blow from a past fight, understandable it was, but a fight didn't stop because of that.

Seeing her on the canvas from that position, Sachiko would get close enough being in front of Madeleine's head, Sachiko would go down a bit and with her arms, she would trap Madeleine's neck between her arms, applying pressure as she stood up, trying to force Madeleine up.... And try to look for a quick submission for her.

[Malkavia]

Madeleine's skin ran cold as the smaller girl lifted by her throat, tugged her trembling from the mat until she was standing and bending back, bending, bending, bending until her windpipe squeezed shut. Rear Naked Choke—the name from training only hit Madeleine a fraction as hard as the mental image of her own limp body, a teddy bear in Sachiko's arms. The Countess' mouth ran as dry as her thighs were suddenly hot and damp.

Slowly, ignoring the pleasure spiking up her navel, Madeleine twisted her arms around behind her, found Sachiko's face, and steered her thumbs towards her eyes.

[Lederface]

Sachiko just kept the pressure on her neck and waiting for Madeleine to simply fall down defeated by knockout or surrender, but when she saw how the girl's hands traveled down her body, she just looked at them, until she could see and feel them on her face and before she could do anything Madeleine's thumbs would have been right on her eyes pressing, Sachiko didn't dare to scream, but released her grip very fast, as she turned her back to Madeleine, Sachiko would rub her eyes with her hands, showing how red they had become after that, leaving herself exposed from behind to an attack.

[Malkavia]

Madeleine shoved the rounded edges of her red nails into the surprisingly hard flesh of Sachiko's eyes, raking the heel hunter's eyelids, shoving the eyeballs deep into their sockets—and yet, somehow, Sachiko did not make so much as a peep. Even as Madeleine's windpipe burst open, even as she released her opponent and fell to her knees, gasping and shaking, even as her vision cleared and the fuzz of unconsciousness lifted from her skin, Madeleine stomach curled as Sachiko's monstrous silence hung over her. Even the words she had uttered—"Let's try out best"—had been delivered flat. Devoid of feeling.

Madeleine's eyes narrowed at the back of Sachiko's skull. The white-clad fighter had given the Countess her back. Madeleine would make her regret it. The blonde stood and aimed to do two things: First, she would grab a fistful of the hunter's hair and yank the smaller girl towards her. Second, as Sachiko's balance shifted, Madeleine would sweep out with her foot, aiming to hook her target's ankle in a sweep, knocking her feet from under her. The result, if all went well, would be Sachiko on her knees before Madeleine.

Then they could find out just how long the heel-hunter's silence would last.