Madeline Christiansen vs. Ryota Ito - Exceeding Expectations

[BlackAkuma]

Ryota tried not to be a spiteful person, to not make this personal. She was a wrestler, first and foremost, and she was in the business of hurting people. She didn’t have to take joy in dealing out damage. While she wasn’t all that concerned with the woman’s safety, she wasn’t out to do deliberate damage, either—no more than was required.

That said, there was something indescribably satisfying about kicking Madeline in the chest. Something that soothed Ryota down in the deepest parts of her soul. She loved the impact, the way she went flying, that startled look in her face as she soared, the sensation of impact on her bare feet. It wouldn’t be the last time she used such a move on the Briton, she could say that much.

It was effective, too - quite so. The blow dropped Madeline like a sack of potatoes and kept her rolling. She made a wild effort to get back to her feet, but she was clearly on the backfoot, wide open and vulnerable, the sort of gap that Ryota loved to fill.

Instead of going straight for her, Ryota ran to the side, going to the ropes and hittign them with her back. She used that to build up speed, added momentum as she charged straight towards the stumbling Madeline, moving like a linebacker down the field. She waited until she was close, then dipped down, leaped forward, and threw her shoulder at her opponent with a Pounce, trying to ram her hard and, if at all possible, knock her clear out of the ring.

[Lightman]

Much as many can see that it’s not completely hopeless for Madeline to face Ryota, the consensus was still that the Englishwoman would be in trouble if momentum fully went to the Japanese’s favour. Skill and technique-wise, it was difficult to tell between the two. Considering the last skirmish that saw Madeline almost choking out Ryota, it did sway the opinion to be more 50/50. Although Ryota isn’t going to sing praises to the English Rose, Madeline can tell that she took away her confidence in thinking she can easily steamroll her.

But when it comes to raw power, Ryota had her beat, shown by the way Madeline rolled back as if she fell off her bike after colliding with a truck. No amount of guard or block would stop that, and it was foolish not to try anything else. Still, it could have been much worse. Madeline would shudder at the thought of Ryota’s foot caving into her ribs after that. An exaggeration, yes, but not too far from the truth.

However, it ended up being worse. Much worse.

Ryota struck the stumbling Madeline with a shoulder barge, the sheer force sending the English Rose out of the ring. Flipping over the top rope, landing on her arse on the apron before falling outside in a crumpled heap. Madeline hadn’t been the type to go airborne, clearly preferring a grounded style. However, this might just be the first time she had “flown” in any capacity in the ring.

As she crawls to the barricade with the raucous audience on the other side, she had hoped her first aerial experience was a bit kinder to her body.

[BlackAkuma]

There. That was more like it.

Ryota watched Madeline go tumbling out of the ring with grim satisfaction, almost smiling - almost. She probably couldn't have managed a good one, even if she wanted to. She was too winded at this point. Painful as it was to admit, the woman had exceeded her admittedly small expectation, proving to be something near an actual threat. So from then on, she was going to take her opponent quite seriously - something Madeline might regret.

For instance, if she weren’t taking her opponent seriously, she might have just left her to wallow outside of the ring. After all, the onus was on her to get back in the ring and break the count, Ryota had no qualms with winning via countout. But, knowing how tough her opponent was proving to be, it was a given that she would make her way back in, eventually. As such, it behooved her to take the advantage.

Ryota dropped to her back and rolled out of the ring - on the opposite side of her opponent. She took a moment to gauge the distance, then did something she seldom did outside the squared circle: She ran. Breaking into a sprint, she charged around the ring, picking up momentum with every step. While she wasn’t too big on sprinting in normal circumstances, she could pick up surreal speed when the occasion called for it, and it certainly did now.

She turned around the corner, rushed towards Madeline as she made her way up, and tried to ram her shoulder into the woman’s upper body and smash her into the barricade - or through it, if possible.

[Lightman]

Never has Madeline claimed to be a high-flyer. Her talents were always to keep things grounded, using her superior wrestling to take down foes so that she could work on submissions. At no point in her career did she ever dream of flying around the ring, but this might be her first experience at that. Not a pleasant one at that. She wondered how others who try those “death-defying” manoeuvres don’t end up worse than the opponent.

The Englishwoman groaned, pulling herself up with the help of the barricade. Not her first time feeling the aches and pains of a match, but dealing with a locomotive that is Ryota does add to the heavy hits, especially sending her arse over tea kettle. It reminded her how she taunted Madam Guiloutine while she was outside of the ring, catching her breath. The English Rose didn’t choose to take advantage (it was during the early stages of the match and doing so might be suicide) but played mind games to unsettle the Frenchwoman.

However, Ryota wasn’t British, as far as Madeline was concerned. And Madeline wasn’t French, either.

Instead, Ryota went outside, taking position before she broke into a sprint. Madeline just got to her feet, taking deep breaths to catch her breath, wondering why the count hadn’t started yet. But the moment Madeline turned round, noting the screaming crowd, Ryota was mere inches away from the great collision. A few milliseconds for her brain to comprehend what’s coming next.

The two crashed through the barricade, Madeline’s body taking most of the brunt as her brunette hair flew in the air, caught between a rock and a speeding freight train. Madeline gasped, lying splayed underneath the Japanese woman. All the while, the crowd erupted with raucous cheers.

Something along the lines of “holy shit” or something similar.

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a long, long time since Ryota had been anywhere near what most would consider small, so she didn’t have a perfect barometer. But, just going on Madeline’s size compared to her own, she had to imagine that felt a little bit like getting hit by a car to the Briton. It certainly made her look like she’d been through a wreck.

The impact had been everything she could hope for a little more on top, as the barricade was annihilated by her impact, shattering apart under the momentum. It wasn’t all that pleasant for Ryota herself, but the brunt of the force was taken by her opponent by a good amount, and what little the heavyweight suffered was worth it. As she stood up and was showered by the crowd’s approving applause, she looked down at what was left off Madeline and shrugged. Not so tough, this one.

”3!”

Ah, there was the count. Not a problem. Ryota cracked her neck, getting a quick kink out, then reached down to snag her opponent’s ankle. She turned about and proceeded to drag her body out of the wreckage like she was a heavy trash bag, caring little about Madeline’s condition as they headed towards the ring. Once they were close enough, Ryota would reach down, grab her foe by the hair, force her to stand and throw her in under the ropes, eager to bring this all to a close.

[Lightman]

Amidst the roaring crowd, Madeline could only blow off some strands of hair that were on her face. Huffing out hot air while Ryota was on top of her body, her body ached in pain.

The Englishwoman already imagined just how devastating Ryota’s power would be if she landed anything big, but imagining was different from actually experiencing it. She wasn’t even as tall as most heavyweights, yet she still harnessed such pernicious force. And so far, it’s been netting great results.

Like Ryota, Madeline can also hear the count from the referee. Perhaps not finding any satisfaction from a count-out victory, the Japanese woman rose to her feet and dragged Madeline by the ankle. The English Rose shared the same sentiment. Few things were more insultingly disappointing than winning by count-out. Sure, a win is a win. Though Madeline had a feeling that Ryota would have expected much more from her. The chestnut hair followed like a trail, leading both to the apron. All the while she showed no rush to rise until she’s forced to.

Madeline felt the yank of her hair right from her scalp, and she obeyed, rising onto her feet. Rolling inside, from under the bottom rope, the English Rose would find herself on all fours, brushing her hair back to keep an eye on that Japanese dreadnought. Though squinted her eyes, mind you, and gritted her teeth as she cracked her body to get the kinks out.

[BlackAkuma]

It was true that Ryota wasn’t as tall as most heavyweight, but this worked in her favor, not against it. She lost the height but kept the weight, which meant that her mass was less spread out and more centralized, giving her a greater impact that those in the six-feet-plus could ever achieve. When she got moving, truly moving, she was a juggernaut, an unstoppable force that would mow down anything in her way. Today, that just so happened to be Madeline.

Getting her back to the ring was easy enough, dragging the lightweight back in and tossing her under the ropes, letting her flop back inside. Ryota hopped up on the apron and began to slip through the ropes, but she stopped halfway, when she saw that her foe was still trying to push her way up, rising on all fours. The woman had some life left in her, it seemed. Easy fix.

Ryota made her way into the ring and stood over her fallen foe, taking a moment to observe her and calculate things. Her gaze focused on that back - a good place to direct her attacks from now on, weakening her core. She hated to play the slow game, wasn’t fond of grinding an opponent down like this when they didn’t have much to offer, but whatever. If Madeline wanted to be the tough, resilient hero, Ryota would help her play the part.

She stepped over her opponent’s body, legs on both sides of her, as if she were about to sit on Madeline’s back. And that was what Ryota did, too, in the roughest way possible: By leaping up, kicking her legs out, and letting all of her considerable weight crash down on the woman’s spine, hammering her into the mat like a rusty nail.

[Lightman]

Madeline wouldn’t have considered herself to be a lightweight, definitely far from one. Though it’s hard not to think so when it comes to the sheer brawn of Ryota. The English Rose has taken on many heavyweights before, and while they certainly prove as such regarding the height side of things, Ryota was a pure wrecking ball. In some situations, height can be an advantage, but it can also work against them. In a way, Ryota would probably be like a wrestling version of Mike Tyson…without the ear-biting.

Calculated as the Japanese Juggernaut is, Madeline did have some time to get a breather. Perhaps Ryota figured the match was in the bag who knows? The English Rose would get to all fours, stopping to shake off the proverbial cobwebs. Her brunette mane shrouded her face, but even that didn’t stop the fact she could feel Ryota looming over her. There was only so much time that Madeline had before Ryota would resume her smash-mouth tactics, and it came in the way of Ryota, landing right on her back.

Madeline felt most of the air escape her lips the moment her body got flattened underneath Ryota’s weight. Squished between a rock and a hard place, the Englishwoman groaned loudly. The sheer impact of it all didn’t do her breasts any favours as they nearly mushroomed and pancaked underneath. First, that car crash that was Ryota spearing Madeline through the barricade, and now this. Her hands balled into fists, gritting her pearly whites as she tried to get any air back to her lungs.

Though inwardly, Madeline would be remiss if this flower were to wilt so quickly. Adrenaline surging through her veins, her eyes soon focused on the tree trunk legs that were over Madeline’s shoulders. It would take a bit from her to do it all in one go, but Madeline grabbed at both of the ankles and twisted to the side, seeking to take Ryota from on top to below Madeline.

If successful, Madeline attempted to snake her legs underneath the armpits in the hope of crossing those ankles behind Ryota’s head.

[BlackAkuma]

It was over.

Really, it had been over since the bell rang. While Ryota would concede that Madeline was, marginally, better than she had expected and was likely a few rungs above the typical trash that LAW fielded, that was a low bar to climb. She was still a far ways off from being an actual threat to her, and she had shown that throughout the match. It was only a matter of putting down this nuisance in a convincing fashion, which she’d undoubtedly done.

But no more games, no playing, no restrictions. Madeline had been amusing, for a time, but now Ryota was closing the book. She just had to reach forward, grip her by the chin, and-

The Japanese Wrecking Ball had an uncharacteristic yelp as her legs were suddenly yanked, and she found herself tumbling forward, taken off guard and down by a sudden movement. She felt Madeline scramble over her back, felt those legs slip under her armpit, felt them connect over her head…

A lotus lock. She’d put Ryota into a lotus lock, of all things.

Grunting, she fought the hold, but even her arms would be hard pressed to fight against a pair of toned legs like this. Knowing her salvation lied in the ropes, she started pushing forward towards the edge of the ring, cursing her decision to pull Madeline this far out as she went.

[Lightman]

A lot of presumptions before the match started were constantly shattered during it. Either by the audience and even the two wrestlers that shared the same ring. It was hard not to fall into them, ignorance is it's mother, but it has caused a lot of moments that would have cost the match for either. Madeline didn't think Ryota would be as fast as that build shows. Ryota didn't think that the Briton could hang with her in terms of wrestling. Both of them would be crushed and exceeded the expectations set by the other. And the crowd certainly got more than they expected too, judging by the way they cheered and hollered with how this tough, hard hitting match was going. And funny enough, one more presumption was made by the Japanese Juggernaut: she thought it was all over.

One more presumption to be shattered.

By now, Ryota would be well acquainted with Madeline's legs. Legs tensed, surging with raw power. Sinews enlarged, her muscles swelled, tendons stretched. Impressive as Ryota's arms were, and by God, they were impressive, they were made useless as Madeline tied them behind her back. If the English Rose put all the power she could muster into the lotus lock, no doubt dislocation would be a result. At the end of the day, it was legs against arms. There was no true contest. It was not a question of if she could break her like this, but if she wanted to.

Though that wasn't Madeline's intention, however. Strong as her legs are, putting it all on this hold wouldn't be enough to fully incapacitate this boulder of a woman. No, this was just to catch a breather. Catch some air while her legs do the rest. To which she needed it after getting near flattened by said boulder. That's not to say that Ryota was completely out of options. She still had strength to shift herself towards the ropes and Madeline knew it was a matter of time before she needs to make a move.

Just before she got close enough, Madeline released the hold, swiftly relenting the trap that her legs had on those hands as she rushed to grab at her legs and pull Ryota closer, taut ass pressed upon the bare abdomen. With a deep breath, Madeline leaned back, seeking to swing Ryota up in the air. The Englishwoman didn't quite have enough for a wheelbarrow suplex, much as she wished to ragdoll the juggernaut, but she didn't need all that much for what comes next. Getting enough height, Madeline would let Ryota fall down, not to face plant hard to the ground but fold underneath so that Madeline lands in a reverse matchbook pin. Buttocks pressed directly on Ryota's face as she gripped the tree trunk legs to secure the pin attempt.

"1!"