Pain and Promotion 7: Sammie Saturn vs The Kaiju (Patreon)

Randomly made and finished this chapter during this month. Wanted Sammie to establish her overall presence in the league, which was hard to settle on in a league full of cheaters and bitches. Wanted to tie in Peggy as her new friend and ally, and give Sam some time to shine on her own. Felt like a huge beast of an opponent like Kaiju would work; imagined her a bit like Aja Kong, one of the few wrestlers I actually know offhand. Hope y'all like it.

“Ooh, bad luck,” Peggy hissed. She was peeking over Sammie Saturn’s shoulder while she laced up her boots. The brunette jobber was checking her schedule on her phone as she looked up at her tentative partner. To her credit, Peggy had kept up her side of the bargain. While being playfully obnoxious on social media and using a few dirty tactics in her own matches, she never brought any of it down on Sammie. She wasn’t exactly reformed, but she was cooperating enough that Sammie was comfortable turning her back to her. The slim and impish tweener was dressed in some casually stylish red shorts and matching tank top for their workout.

“What’s bad luck?”

“You got Kaiju on your schedule,” Peggy pointed out, indicating one of the highlighted blocks that made up the match lineup for tomorrow night. “Bad luck.”

“Why is she unlucky?” Sammie asked, still looking confused.

“Cuz she beats the shit out of everyone she meets.” Peggy shrugged. “The way you’ve been playing it, you’re not going to beat a girl like that.”

Sammie frowned, but a shudder of dread crept over her. She had been a fan of EVL before joining, and Fumiko “The Kaiju” Takahana had been around for a few years. She was a huge brute and an even bigger heel, cruelly using her massive size to crush and tear apart smaller wrestlers. She was a chunky, six-foot tall Asian with short, neon green hair. She wore a tight, low-cut black and dark purple one piece with ominously matching makeup around her eyes and lips. Heavy biker boots and thick leather wristbands completed her look. A slight belly was overpowered by the wide and thick tits hanging over them.

Sammie took a deep breath and steeled herself. “Well I can’t just run away.”

“Yea, duh. It’s your job,” Peggy confirmed as she adjusted her top and snapped a quick, flirty selfie.

“I mean I can’t just let her win. Anyone can beat anyone with the right leverage.”

“Well she’s got 250 pounds of leverage for you to overcome, bae, so you better have some big advantages on your side.”

“I’m sure I’m faster than her…” Sammie offered.

“So you can run right in and bounce off her? Or have that go to waste when she gets you in her bearhug?”

“Not helping.”

“I am so helping!” Peggy said in feigned offense. “I’m making sure you don’t go sticking your neck out just to break it in the ring.”

“So what would you do? Not show up and post a mean Tweet about her?” Sammie grumbled.

“First of all, ow. Second, yes. At least the second part. Once she’s steaming mad, I’d keep her by the ropes and keep using those against her. Let her run like a big dumb bull into the corner once or twice, work in some low blows, go for the eyes and face, and sneak in a foreign object here or there… not like a big one like a bat, but more like pepper spray or some salt.”

“Well that’s horrible. I’m not going to do any of that,” Sammie said stubbornly. “You can keep your dirty tricks…”

“There’s your problem,” Peggy chimed, turning to rub Sammie’s shoulders. “You’re not thinking like a heel.”

“I’m NOT a heel.”

“Exactly! But you know what?” Peggy waved a hand dramatically across the locker room. “Just about everyone here is. And I’m not saying cheat. I’m saying expect everyone ELSE to cheat. My dad told me to drive my car like you know everyone else in the world is insane. Don’t go crashing into people, but assume someone might.”

Peggy reached into her cleavage and tossed something at Sammie. The new girl jumped and caught it at the last second before it hit her chest. It was a simple pack of gummy bears.

“Your problem isn’t that you’re a goody two-shoes. It’s that you keep thinking everyone else is going to be too. You’re not thinking about what your opponent is going to do because you’re caught up on what you have to do to make your fans happy. That’s great and all, but you know what makes them happy? Winning.”

Sammie opened her mouth to protest but clapped it back shut. “That’s… actually pretty smart of you, Peggy.”

“Course it is,” she sniffed, acting a little offended by the comment. “Now do you want help or not?”

“Yes! Of course! I mean, in training. Not like interfering…”

“Right, right. Now c’mon. I’m gonna teach you how a heel fights. And more importantly, how to stop it.”

It was a tiring day of training and an exhausted night’s sleep, but Sammie felt as ready as she was going to be. She came out to her lively pop music, hopping and waving to the fans. They cheered for the jiggly rookie, her perky double-D’s bobbing in her cheery yellow two-piece that gave her a loose cheerleader look. She slapped a few hands and even hugged a pair of fans together before she slid into the ring, limbering up for the fight.

Fumiko was almost her opposite. The lights went low and red spotlights shown on the heavyweight Asian wrestler. She had her usual black one piece and leather accessories, but she also wore a hood with a short cape that obscured her face completely. She carried a full-fledged scythe to the ring as the grimly ignored the audience, only slowing when she reached ringside and pointed wordlessly at Sam. She gulped but tried to keep her focus as the powerhouse pushed the ropes apart and stepped into the ring as the lights went back to normal. Kaiju shed the robes and her weapon, keeping them troublingly close to the steps in her corner.

The ref gave the ladies a brief patdown before he called for the bell. Sammie instantly started to circle, moving in short hops to keep the slower woman keeping up with her. Kaiju growled softly as she tried to keep up with her, finally lunging to try and grab her. Sammie ran around her extended arms and ran into the ropes, bouncing right back and throwing her full weight into a jumping dropkick. She connected with Kaiju’s hefty jugs, making them jiggle as she staggered a few steps back. Kaiju remained standing, but Sammie was fresh enough to roll to her feet before she could come after her again.

Sammie wasn’t as far back as she’d hoped when she landed, hurrying to retreat from the stomping powerhouse. She quickly found herself cornered, and without enough room to dodge out of the way Kaiju rushed into her and slammed a heavy knee into her breadbasket. Sammie let out a huge gasp as her mouth and eyes went wide open, doubling over as her ass was knocked into the turnbuckle. Kaiju grabbed her by the hair, forcing Sammie to stand back upright and bending her backward over the ropes.

“You’re going to die in this ring, little girl,” Kaiju snarled to her lowly. She swung her heavy arm for a backhand chop across Sammie’s breasts, making her jump and gawk again as she hugged her chest. Kaiju callously ignored her suffering, even spitting in her face. Sammie recoiled into the corner again, spitting aside as she tried to get some of it out of her mouth. Kaiju just backed away, planting her feet before going into an all-out charge with her shoulder lowered.

Thankfully, that was the one part of Peggy’s original plan that she could use. Sammie was sore but she knew it would be much worse if she waited any longer. She braced her arms on the ropes and with an acrobatic backflip, she swung her legs right over the stooped giantess. Even a beast like Kaiju came to a rather abrupt halt when she hit the turnbuckle instead of Sammie’s stomach. Fumiko dropped to her knees as Sammie steadied herself on the top turnbuckle. She wasn’t going to be any more off balance than she was right then, so Sammie went for a real showstopper.

Sammie wrapped her legs around the rising Kaiju’s neck, catching her off guard as she went spinning around her head. She kept her legs locked and pulled with all her might, getting Kaiju to stagger backward… but she didn’t fall. It just left Sammie hanging comically off of Kaiju’s back, her head unsettlingly close to her wide ass. Kaiju scowled and grabbed her by the ankles. Rather than throwing her off, she just held her in place and sat down, spiking the tanned brunette head-first into the mats. Sammie’s body jerked sharply as she flopped out of Kaiju’s grasp, crumbling on the mats in a limply twitching daze.

Kaiju got back to one knee, rising sluggishly from her fall but not as slowly as Sammie might have hoped. She was still seeing stars when Fumiko got to her knees and flung herself back down, elbow dropping Sammie squarely between her tits. She huffed and flopped on the mats, arching her back as she clutched her throbbing chest.

“Everything breaks under The Kaiju!” the bulky Asian growled. “It’s just a matter of what I break first.”

Kaiju kicked Sammie in the side, turning her onto her stomach and grabbing her by the ankles. The big woman planted her heavy ass between Sammie’s shoulder blades, making the sexy brunette scream as she bent her legs into a boston crab. Sammie slapped her hands on the mat to try and shake herself loose, her toes bent to point down towards her shoulders. Kaiju leaned back further, her fat ass pressing into the back of Sammie’s head while the long legs stretched to their limits. They were spread far enough apart that the bottom of Sammie’s outfit was not only visible beneath her skirt, but the crowd cheered as they saw it vanished in between her pussy lips in a painfully executed wedgie.

“Give up!” Kaiju barked, but Sammie bravely bit her lip and shook her head. The heavyweight snarled and threw Sammie’s legs back down in frustration. Sammie blinked away a few tears as she crawled for the ropes, grabbing the bottom row to try and heft herself back up. Kaiju wasn’t about to let her recover, catching her ankles again and pulling hard. Sammie grunted as she landed on her tits, but she was quickly lifted off the ground. Kaiju held onto her legs and spun in place, sending Sammie whipping around her in her Monster Hurricane finisher. The move could fling a woman completely out of the ring on a good day, and the centrifugal force was enough that Sammie’s breasts flopped out of her already loosened top.

Everything flew past her in a blur, but Sammie kept her focus on the mats rather than the sloppy rainbow of fans and lights. Her arms hung out above her head, seemingly useless and limp until Kaiju finally let her fly. Sammie sucked in a quick breath and tapped into her school days, training with her fellow gymnasts and cheerleaders (and more recently, trying it out with Peggy at the gym last night). She trusted her sense of midair direction and thrust out her hands, and to everyone’s shock she landed in a perfect handspring. She went into a few unsteady flips to ride the momentum, but an intentional (if clumsy) backflip into the ropes was much better than smashing into the mats at that speed.

Kaiju was unsteadily stumbling into the middle of the ring, holding her head from the dizzying spin. She was totally unaware that Sammie had survived her finisher, but the crowd was going mental over something. Sammie pressed what remaining momentum she had from the throw into the ropes and rebounded herself back into the ring. She threw all her weight into a dive, slamming her forearm into Kaiju’s jaw. The huge and unsteady woman staggered back several paces, arms flailing drunkenly. She still didn’t go down.

Sammie sucked up a breath and rushed into the ropes again, bouncing back and smashing the chubby Asian with a flying dropkick. The dark powerhouse shouted in pain, leaning into the turnbuckle for a moment. She rubbed her chest before scowling at the smaller fighter. Dripping with sweat, she gave a wordless shout and smashed her fist across her breasts, challenging her to try it again.

With the audience roaring for her, Sammie sprinted into the ropes even faster. She pushed aside her pain and fatigue as best she could and launched herself into a flying splash. Kaiju staggered once again, but this time because she had caught Sammie in mid-air. She had an arm around the topless girl’s neck and another between her legs, which she used to immediately squeeze Sammie’s pussy with a cruel crotch claw. Her pretty face warped into absolute agony as she howled in humiliated pain.

“You’ll never be strong enough, you little cunt!” Kaiju shouted into Sammie’s ear. It gave her one more thing to cringe about before Kaiju turned around and bodyslammed her into the top turnbuckle. Sammie spasmed as her softened up back was hammered again, almost limp in Kaiju’s grip. The two sweaty fighters were exhausted even as Kaiju hefted Sammie up for another crushing slam. “Remember this next time you think about fighting a REAL wrestler, you stupid little bimbo brat!”

Sammie’s eyes lit up with determination. She had come to far to go down so easily, and she was tired of losing to anyone who could hit her in the crotch or throw something in her eyes. She grabbed the shoulder strap of Kaiju’s top, pulling it to wrench herself somewhat upright in he arms. It spilled out Kaiju’s wide and soft chest but she didn’t care about their hard nipples rubbing together right now. She just unleashed as many wild blows as she could into Kaiju’s head, rocking her head over and over with forearm slams and punches. Kaiju had to let go of her groin to shove and slap at her hands to fend her off, but Sammie saw it in a flash. A split second ahead of time, she reached for the opening with both hands. She wrapped her arms around Kaiju’s neck, tucked her head under her elbow, and flung herself backward with the combination of both their leverage.

With a booming thud, Kaiju’s forehead spiked off the top turnbuckle. She stiffened up sharply and as Sammie Saturn let go to land in a seated position, Fumiko dropped off backward like a felled tree. The ring shook under Sammie’s ass from the impact, but she seemed to stay down. Her heart racing, Sammie threw herself on top of Kaiju’s soft belly. She could barely lift one of her chunky legs, but the ref slid in and made the count as quickly as they could.

“1! 2!

3!” The bell rang rapidly, as if just as surprised as everyone else. The ref pulled up Sammie’s arm and her eyes were as wide as could be. She smiled and gave a gasping laugh as she put a hand to her chest, out of pride rather than pain for once. She beamed for the roaring crowd, all of them thrilled and shocked by the stunning upset of the cute, petite woman against the foreign monster. Even with her back and bust from all the blows and slams, she could still feel her cheeks hurting from smiling so hard.

She was too busy soaking up the praise and pride of a successful and fair win when she picked out one particularly loud voice in the crowd: “Sammie! Watch out!”

Sammie had just gotten back to her feet, but she bridged her backward just in time to avoid an incoming swing of Kaiju’s scythe. The head of her weapon was known to be hard plastic, but it still wasn’t something Sammie was prepared to take to the throat. She straightened up and whirled around to find that Kaiju was back up, sweating and topless but looking furious.

“How fucking dare you! I’m going to rip you in half, you shitty little whore!” Kaiju raged. After her extensive list of wins, this was a massive blow to the colossal woman’s enormous ego. She took another swing at Sammie’s head, but in a burst of adrenaline she ducked and ran underneath the powerful but clumsy swing. Kaiju turned back around, but Sammie had already broke into a short print. She threw up a high heel kick that slammed her boot into the exhausted titan’s jaw, knocking her silly and crashing right back into the mats. Kaiju went down hard once more, but Sammie quickly slid out of the ring before she could risk running afoul of another one of Fumiko’s monstrous second winds. She shook off the shock and gave a few more weary waves to the crowd. She caught one more fan in a hug before remembering she had lost most of her top in the big finish, covering her chest modestly and blushing as she blew a kiss with one hand and hurried backstage.

“Well son of a bitch!” Amanda O’Harra laughed heartily back in her office. “I was starting to wonder if that girl could even win a match without getting lucky! Not that the crowd doesn’t love a pretty punching bag… but still. I knew there was something about those girls.” She hit a few buttons on her phone and raised it to her eyes.

“Hey, Barb? Great. Got the schedule open? Let’s book those rookies against something a little tougher from now on. It’s time we turn up the heat so we can find out just how much they can take.”