Dragon Country: Satomi Saito vs Maybelle Tendersweet

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi's leg whipped around, kicking the tan-skinned beauty upside her head with a stiff impact, knocking her for a loop, only to trap her within a tight Sleeper hold, denying her any chance at recuperating. The masked wrestler had Maybelle locked in place, arms coiled tightly around the bulky farmgirl's neck, forcing her opponent to gasp for air and struggle like a hapless worm, slowly succumbing to the breathtaking chokehold. The Dragon Empress' words seeped into her mind as well, filling her with hints of desire and submission, mocking her while at the same time trying to elicit some rather salacious reactions. Satomi could tell that her charms were having an effect on her, seeing the ample amount of blush appearing on Maybelle's face while she stumbled in an effort to retain her balance.

It wouldn't be long now, for at any moment this gargantuan woman would topple over and crumble beneath the weight of the arrogant Empress' divine submission hold...and Maybelle would indeed topple over, but not in the direction Satomi was hoping for.

Like an unaware lumberjack, Satomi's eyes widened in shock as the farmgirl suddenly tipped backward, the path of her collapse leaving the masked woman directly in the path of danger as she realized her precarious scenario a second too late, with Maybelle CRASHING down to the canvas, flattening Satomi beneath her firm...yet surprisingly soft...and weighty body. The Japanese woman grunted aloud, feeling all that heft barrel down atop her frame, crushing her chest and ribs and leaving her gasping for air in a comedic twist of fate. All the while, her grip loosened, her vision was spiraling, and her pained grunts had softened into annoyed groans as she lay in a heap beneath Maybelle's body.

[SweetHeart]

After getting the dragon off her back, Maybelle coughed rubbing her throat, as she'd force the dragon off her back by squashing her into the mat. "Jeez ya dang vermin!" She spat, spinning around and responding by mounting the dragon, sending a few stiff slaps to the girl's head "Ain't you got any damn CLASS?! Acting all fancy you latching to me like sum oversize leech in dah bogs!" She spat, smacking around the dragon, before then responding by pushing up onto her feet, only just as quickly get back on top of the masked dragon, jumping up and attempt to drop herself ass-first on the girl's chest, aiming to completely flatten her with a banzai drop!

Spoiler

Maybelle would actually bounce on Satomi after the big Banzai drop, smirking if the move hit, taking a moment to rub in the reclaimed flow of the match grinding her hips in a few circles, squashing the girl's chest under her asscheeks until eventually, she'd get back up to her feet. If she had all this go off without issue, she'd take the chance to drag the dragon up to her feet, looking to give the girl a big shove into the ropes, following it up by looking to hit a simple but brutal knife edge chop!

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi grunted and groaned as she was slapped around, growing increasingly irritated but unable to do anything just yet, as she was still gasping and wheezing for air. She struggled and squirmed, her cheeks stinging as Maybelle tenderized her face with every stiff smack that she delivered, all while admonishing her. To think, this bumbling country hick DARED to call the DRAGON EMPRESS of all people some kind of...bog leech?!

Oh, how the Dragon Empress' blood BOILED in response to that.

Unfortunately, all that fire would get snuffed out from beneath Maybelle's sizable hips as the country-born ass kicker decided to squash Satomi once more with her big ol' backside. The Banzai Drop would see a reluctant and desperate Satomi try to get out of harm's way, only to be hopelessly caught at ground zero as Maybelle dropped all her weight atop her chest, crushing the less than sturdy frame of the now ailing Dragon Empress, who kicked her feet on instinct, her legs flailing about against the mat as she lay there in agony. She barely had the wherewithal to stand, but when Maybelle tried to shove her into the ropes, the fed-up Satomi would respond in kind, rebounding back toward Maybelle, using the pain she felt to fuel her as she surged forward, dodging the Chop and slipping behind Maybelle, giving her a shove of her own to send her hurtling into the ropes. With a deep breath, and some luck, Satomi would FORCE herself to leap into the air, trying to catch her opponent by surprise with a Dropkick to the chest!

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[SweetHeart]

Maybelle would grit her teeth, after squashing her smug foe like a bug under some barnyard brawler’s booty, she'd take a moment to shake her head, regaining some confidence after the last few moments of being outpaced. The country powerhouse huffed, planting her boots firmly and growling, “Jeez, ya dang vermin!” With that, she spun on her heel and dragged her to her feet. “Ain’t you got any damn CLASS?!” she barked between blows. “Actin’ all fancy but you latch onta me like some oversize leech from the bogs!” As Maybelle hauled her back to her feet and shoved her toward the ropes, the masked dragon hit the ropes, rebounding with renewed fury—her crimson eyes flashing beneath the mask as she came barreling back toward her opponent. Maybelle reeled her arm back, winding up for a thunderous knife-edge chop, her lips curling into a confident grin.

“C’mon now, ya fancy-scaled varmint—lemme tenderize ya proper!” she barked, snapping her arm forward with full force.

WHIFF!

The chop hit nothing but air.

In a flash, Satomi ducked under the strike, as the Dragon Empress spun behind Maybelle in one smooth motion, planting her boots into the mat and using her momentum to shove the farm girl forward into the ropes. After the shove caught the freckled faced cowgirl off guard, she was sent stumbling into the ropes, and as Maybelle rebounded off said ropes, Satomi launched herself into the air, aiming to drive both boots straight into her opponent’s chest with a flying dropkick!

But Maybelle wasn’t about to get caught again.

“Not this time, sugar!” she hollered, eyes snapping up just in time to spot the airborne dragon. With reflexes faster than a chicken running from a fox, Maybelle caught Satomi midair—her strong arms wrapping around the smaller woman’s waist and legs as her boots dangled uselessly above the mat, and before she had a chance to attack Maybelle, the cowgirl was already smuggly smirking as she kept the momentum going into a spin! “Ya like flyin’ so much? Let’s see how ya like SPINNIN’!”

With a powerful heave, Maybelle lifted Satomi clean off her feet and began to spin! ONCES, TWICES, THREE TIMES, and then the crowd started to cound along as she began a big swing!

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“FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!”

Each revolution blurred the world into streaks of color as Maybelle’s boots dug into the canvas, her grip ironclad around Satomi’s midsection. The Dragon was spun around and around, becoming more of a blur as Maybelle kept her feet running in a perfect circle to keep the momentum going!

“EIGHT! NINE! TEN!”

By the time Maybelle hit fifteen full rotations, the audience wasn't even bothering with the counting anymore, and was just in an uproar of cheers and clapping. With a triumphant holler, she finally released, sending Satomi soaring across the ring like a ragdoll, crashing onto the mat with a heavy thud and a pained grunt that echoed through the arena.

Maybelle stumbled forward from the sheer momentum, her world spinning just as much as Satomi's was as she staggered into the ropes like she had one to many apple ciders, her wide hips swaying for balance. “Whoo—gimme some mercy,” she mumble, shaking her head. “Tch, bet y'all dragons ain't ever gone on a ride like that before…” Maybelle smirked as she steadied herself—this country girl wasn’t done wranglin’ her dragon just yet.

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi's eyes widened with shock and fear as Maybelle SNATCHED her out of the air, swinging her around over and over again before she could even speak, let alone escape. Round and round she went, spiraling around with an increasing amount of g-forces piling up against her like an astronaut taking off in a rocket ship. There was no saving her. Much less, there was no stopping her when she was sent flying off across the ring like a skipped stone, hitting the canvas a couple of times and bouncing off the mat a couple times before coming to a stiff stop just shy of one of the turnbuckles, a low groan and a serious ache reverberating through her body.

"...eugh-...y-you...damnable...m-miserable...foul-mouthed...c-country HICK-...Y-y-you DARE humiliate me like this?!" Satomi said, staggering to her feet, groaning like she was coming down with a terrible stomachache. To be fair, she wasn't too far off from that as she gagged and wheezed, lying on her face, bent over on her knees, while the world continued to spin around her. Her equilibrium was so thrown off, and her senses were completely out of sync. This was the absolute worst and Satomi could barely manage to withstand it. "I swear on my family's legacy...if I puke here and now...you will NEVER see the light of day AGAIN-..PUGH-..." She said, covering her mouth as she breathed deeply, her temper flaring up, only causing her further discomfort as she just needed to keep still for a second.

However, with Maybelle still looming across the ring, Satomi decided to escape to the outside. This wasn't her tucking her tail and running like some coward, it was a strategic retreat!!! She might be a prideful dragon, but she was no fool!!! Her family didn't establish their lineage by acting more foolish than some country bumpkin from the States.

With that said, Satomi slipped beneath the ropes, slowly squirming to the outside so as not to upset her stomach or headache any further. Once her boots touched the ground, she rested against the apron, taking a second to breathe and steady herself as some of those in the crowd booed and jeered her...the nerves of these sycophants, bolstered by the grievous actions of that backwater, barnyard bimbo...Satomi HAD to make her pay.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle blinked as Satomi practically flopped out of the ring like a seasick sailor, clutching her stomach, staggering, wobbling, and trying desperately to look dignified while clearly fighting off the urge to hurl. The cowgirl rested her hands on her hips, chest rising and falling with a satisfied huff. “Well now ain’t this a sight. Lil’ Miss Dragonstorm over here lookin’ like she’s ‘bout five seconds from losin’ her lunch! I thought Dragon flew all over the damn place”

Maybelle laughed. A big, warm, barnyard belly laugh that echoed across the arena. “Awhh, sugar, don’t give me that look! I TOLD ya dragons ain’t used to takin’ no country fair rides!” Maybelle leaned on the ropes, grinning huge, freckles shining beneath the stage lights. “Awwww, poor widdle dragon. Ya had enough? Or ya just takin’ a breather before I wrangle ya again? Want someone ta fetch ya a bucket, darlin’?”

SHe watched as the dragon stayed on the outside, Maybelle glancing behind her at the ropes, before glancing back at the roaring crowd, her confidence returning in full force. Her grin sharpened into something mischievous. “…Actually,” she muttered, cracking her neck as she slowly backed up from the ropes, “ya know what? I think it’s time ta do some flyin' mahself~” She slapped her thunder thighs, before she'd burst off running, before hitting the far ropes, the twang of the cables echoing as she lowered her stance.

“HEY Y’ALL!” she shouted to the audience, raising her voice above the cheers. “WATCH THIS!” She took off running, boots hammering the canvas, and before Satomi had a chance to react, Maybelle was already coming for her!

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“YEEEEEEEHAWWW!”

Maybelle sprinted full speed, body coiling, arms tight to her sides—then launched herself straight through the middle ropes like she’d been fired out of a shotgun barrel for a crazy Canonball tope Suicida, and if the dragon was still to busy worrying about throwing up flames, she'd get a faceful of Maybelle's freckle butt and back crashing full-force into her face and chest!

[Misfit_Alien]

Satomi was FURIOUS, unable to see straight for the time being as she was purely focused on keeping herself from losing her lunch. To think that farmhand fool was doing such a number on her. It made her sick to her stomach...or maybe that was the world spinning around her that made her so queasy. Either way, she DESPISED this 'Tendersweet' woman, for there was nothing tender nor sweet about her barbaric, powerhouse nature. All the while, Satomi could hear Maybelle laughing and teasing her in the background, her voice overwhelming even the loudest hollers, cheers, and jeers from the captivated and excited audience members.

Fortunately, this helped the Dragon Empress scout her opponent's move ahead of time. That big booming voice and those explosive stomps of hers could be heard from a whole county over, and Satomi took that as a signal that the big buffoon was preparing to do something really grandiose. She made out the word 'flyin' and expected the worst. Sure enough, Maybelle had taken off to the ropes, bouncing back real fast in an attempt to clear the gap between the middle and top ropes, TOSSING herself at Satomi full-force...unfortunately for the tan-skinned buxom beauty, the Dragon Empress was slippery enough to get out of harm's way, leaving Maybelle to crash into the ground and against the barricade separating the ringside area from the front row seats.

After watching her foe crash and burn in a less-than-elegant fashion, Satomi smirked, letting out a cocky laugh as she bellowed out with a smug demeanor, nudging, prodding, and kicking at Maybelle's body as she mocked her foolish attempt at taking flight. "Silly little girl-...big, burly, and begrudgingly beautiful barnyard BUMPKINS are meant to stay on the GROUND in the MUD where they BELONG...but if you want to see some flying...then watch this dragon SOAR-!!!" Satomi said, stepping over Maybelle's body as she moved toward the ring, taking a deep breath before clambering up the apron, putting some distance between herself and Maybelle before getting a running start and THROWING herself from the apron, diving into a Senton aimed right at the woman's body!!!

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[SweetHeart]

Maybelle's confidence would end up backfiring on the bumpkin, as although she had sent the girl running, she got too eager with all her grandstansind and taunting to the crowd, and it would cost her big time, as just as she got enough speed, and launched herself towards the girl, the dragon, more like a snake, slithered out of the way, leaving Maybelle with nothing but the barricade to smash into! If anything Maybelle as thanking herself for eating so many pies and such, cuz the impact of the crash was slightly softened by her plump form, but it was barely a crashpad. Maybelle would wince and grab her low back, cough and groaning "Gah damn it." She grumbled, clearly not enjoying the impact, and it wasn't gonna become much better.


As she'd hold her lower back after crashing and burning on the outside of the ring, Satomi was quick to run up onto the apron, her taunts not even reaching Maybelle as she was too busy tending to her injuries then listening to banter, before the dragon would rush onto the apron, running along the edge of the ring, Maybelle's vision became blurry as she was unable to move as Satomi leaped up above her! She saw her back coming towards him and braced herself, but even preparing in advance wouldn't lessen the inevitable impact as she came down ontop on her hard, slamming into Maybelle and further driving the air from her body with a senton!

"UUUUGH!" Maybelle groaned loudly as Satomi slammed atop her stomach, removing what little progress she had made towards getting back up, and after her heavy impact on her gut, she would roll over, clutching her stomach and kicking her legs, her waist taking a lot of damage as she pressed her cheek into the side of the mat, feeling like she might end up hurling on Satomi like a dragon breathing fire as the heel brutalized the poor country girl!

[Misfit_Alien]

The Dragon Empress soared through the air with grace and elegance, her body twirling mid-flight as she aimed herself at the buxom country bumpkin, who was thankfully unaware and unprepared. As her body made contact with Maybelle's, the Japanese woman felt a surge of elation course through her body as she felt the tanned lady's breath leave her lungs before she started to gasp, wheeze, and groan in pain. Satomi came CRASHING back down on top of Maybelle's body, her impromptu Senton off the apron working like a charm as she used Maybelle as a nice, squishy little crash pad to soften her landing. Ah, there was no greater feeling than control and dominance. A perfect cocktail of euphoria and satisfaction, right at her fingertips, manipulated by her calculating hands. She rolled with the momentum, propping herself back up and looking down at Maybelle, admiring her work.

"Oh~...it's SO admirable for you to give it your all in your FEEBLE attempts to usurp your empress, but I'm afraid your best simply isn't enough, my foolish farmhand-...you should have been content to stay in that backwater hovel of yours and admire your ruler from afar, but since you want to get up close and personal, allow me to deliver unto thee...a 'hands-on experience' catered to your needs~" Satomi said, droning on and on before grabbing Maybelle by her hair and dragging her to her feet.

In a stunning display of strength, Satomi would HOIST the 220 lb woman into the air for a moment, setting her feet-first onto the barricade. "Ah~!!! Splendid~!!!" She said with a devilish smile upon her face. "What goes up, must come down, as they say...so why don't I lend you a helping hand with that?" She mused before dropping backward in an attempt to SMASH Maybelle down onto the floor of the outside area with a DDT off the barricade!!!

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[SweetHeart]

The senton impact left Maybelle in a daze, her world reduced to the ringing in her ears and the fiery burn in her gut. She was only vaguely aware of Satomi’s gloating voice, the words filtering through the haze like radio static. Before she could even think to curl up defensively, a sharp pain erupted in her scalp as Satomi’s fingers twisted into her fuzzy hair. A weak, guttural groan escaped her lips as she was unceremoniously dragged upwards, her boots scuffing against the floor. The world tilted and spun as Satomi, with a grunt of effort that spoke of immense core strength, hoisted the 220-pound cowgirl into the air. For a terrifying, weightless moment, Maybelle was suspended, her limbs dangling uselessly. Then, her feet thudded against the padded barricade, her boots finding a precarious perch on the top, and as Satomi’s triumphant voice cut through the fog. "What goes up, must come down..."

There was no time to brace, no strength to resist. Satomi hooked her arm tighter around Maybelle’s head and let her own body fall backward. The sudden drop was sickening. Maybelle was ripped from her perch, her body folding under Satomi’s shoulder in a brutal arc before her head led the way down.

CRACK!

The sound wasn’t of the padded mats outside, but the sickening, unmistakable thud of Maybelle’s skull connecting with the solid, unyielding arena floor just beyond the protective mats. The impact reverberated through her entire skeleton, a lightning bolt of pure, white-hot agony that short-circuited her nervous system. Her body went utterly limp, bouncing once like a jiggly ragdoll before settling face-down.

For a long moment, she didn’t move at all. Then, a full-body shudder wracked her frame, followed by a low, pained whimper that was barely audible over the crowd's roar. Her position was one of utter defeat: face pressed into the cold floor, her orange thonged rear end stuck up in the air in a humiliating display. The earlier drool was now joined by a fresh trickle from her slack mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her cheek. Her eyes, wide and unseeing, stared blankly at the legs of the ring apron. She was utterly knocked silly!