It had been over 2 years since Samurai had stepped into the wrestling ring for the Veteran’s Division, losing her first match to Lace before returning to her native Japan. But she was now back in America with the intention of introducing her daughter Lotus, to the world of professional wrestling. The 25 year old Lotus; a youthful and whimsical beauty; was obviously not yet ready for her pro wrestling debut however as she was eliminated in the 6 woman Battle Royale which kicked off the Amateur Elimination Tournament. Furious at her daughter for not seizing the opportunity, Samurai was determined to educate her, and decided to lead by example.
In her initial match in the Veteran’s Division, Samurai had faced Lace, losing to her in a hard fought contest. The loss in and of itself was not humiliating to Samurai, but the way in which Lace had chosen to end the match was. Upon pinning the Japanese wrestler, Lace also smothered her with her breasts, leaving Samurai shamed by the result. Vowing revenge, the day for that revenge had arrived. Upon deciding to return to the ring, Samurai demanded a match against Lace, and that demand was granted.
A very traditional Japanese woman in many respects, Samurai had an awe-inspiring work ethic. She trained for hours upon hours every day leading up to the match, pushing her young daughter to keep pace with her. Relying on her technique, speed and agility in the ring, Samurai’s preparatory regimen consisted of a great deal of stretching and flexibility training. As such, even though her daughter was half her age, Lotus had a difficult time keeping up with her mother and earned a great deal of respect for the tenacity of the woman who had given birth to her. When the day of the match arrived, Samurai was in peak physical condition. But perhaps even more importantly, she was driven by the desire to demonstrate to her daughter how a true professional wrestler performed in the ring. But Samurai was also secretly driven by her desire to avenge the dishonor Lace had bestowed upon her in their previous match.
Like her upcoming opponent, Lace had not had a match in some time, her previous match taking place over a year ago. But unlike Samurai, that was not by her choice. Although Lace preferred to remain active as a wrestler, the matchmakers had not sent many matches her way, much to Lace’s dismay. So when informed that she would be back in the ring to face Samurai, Lace was determined to make a good showing and give them a reason to schedule her matches more frequently.
Lace began working hard to get in shape, similarly to Samurai, but her methods were quire different than her Japanese rival. Lace was an old school wrestler who relied on her strength to succeed in the ring, caring little about technique or agility. As a result, she emphasized strength training in her regimen and brute force and a hard core approach to wrestling in order to pummel her opponents. The match would be the classic confrontation between the brawler and the technician.
On the night of the match, Samurai arrived long before its’ scheduled start time, her daughter in tow. The two performed a series of Tai Chi exercises together which had the dual purpose of stretching Samurai’s muscles while also helping to alleviate stress. Upon completing of the session, Lotus then prepared her mother’s long, black hair by wetting it and tying it into a tight bun behind her head. Just as she completed the assignment, Lace arrived in the locker room, glancing at her upcoming opponent. Seated, Samurai said nothing to her rival, staring at her with no emotion. Lotus however scowled at the veteran, drawing a snicker from the American veteran.
Wearing a black one piece suit, Samurai began speaking to her daughter in Japanese, the two turning to glance at Lace on occasion, making it obvious that they were speaking about her. But Lace showed little concern, removing her clothes as she stood naked, taking her time to get dresses. She then slipped on her sheer, purple top and matching boy cut shorts before standing with her hands on her hips in her most threatening stance. Samurai again paid little attention as she lifted one foot at a time, her daughter wrapping her feet in cloth tape. Finally the time came for the match and both women were called to the entrance, Samurai the first to be introduced.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a great Veteran’s Division match! Our first combatant, all the way from Japan ... she is 51 years of age ... stands 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighs 135 pounds .... Please welcome back ... SAMURAI!”
With the doors leading into the arena opening, Samurai marched proudly forward, showing no emotion as she stared straight up at the ring. Her daughter Lotus walked obediently behind her, wrapped in a traditional Japanese silk rope, quite contrasting to the bikini she had worn for her Amateur Night match. But this night was about her mother, and Lotus was there solely to show support for the matriarch of her family. Samurai moved consistently but did not rush, the fans cheering politely though with little enthusiasm. Reaching ringside she placed her hands on the ring apron and propelled herself up onto it before hoping over the top rope in a similar fashion, Lotus remaining below the ring.
As the crowd quieted down, the announcer then introduced her opponent.
“And her opponent tonight ... she is 49 years old ... stands 5 foot 4 inches tall and weighs a powerful 150 pounds .... Let’s hear it for .... LACE!”
The sexy veteran trotted forward with a wide smile on her face, drawing cheers from the crowd as she slapped hands along the way. Her provocative top cradled her large bosom, her silver dollar sized nipples were clearly visible from beneath the sheer, purple fabric.
Lace was obviously enjoying the cheers as she missed hearing them from her long absence from the ring. She climbed the stairs up onto the ring apron and then ducked beneath the rope, her smile fading as her pretty face turned into a serious, almost angry expression.
As Lace retreated back to her corner, Samurai made her way across the ring, Lace prepared for whatever might happen as she curled one hand into a fist. But Samurai had not approached her to attack, but rather to issue a warning.
“I have not forgotten our last match!” she said ominously, staring into Lace’s eyes.
But the brawny brawler did not back down, staring directly back at her.
“Tonight I’m gonna give you another bad memory to add to your collection!” Lace shot back as the Japanese women turned and walked back across the ring to her corner.
With both women now set, the announcer then climbed out of the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the fight. Lace moved out of her corner in a stalking stance as she circled to her right, Samurai moving ahead slowly as she crouched in a fighting stance, ready to pounce. Gradually the two moved closer until Lace drove at her opponent and tried to grab her by the arms. But Samurai ducked the attempt and quickly grabbed the side of Lace’s neck, digging into a pressure point at the crux between Lace’s shoulder and neck.
Quickly the pretty American’s face twisted in pain, and within seconds, her arm began to grow numb. But before the hold could take full affect, she was able to shove Samurai backward, forcing her to break the claw-like grip. Lace whirled her aching arm over her head, shaking it in a circular motion to restore the blood flow. She kept her eye on Samurai, who stood her ground, again flexed in a fighting stance. Lace lifted her arm again, placing it behind her head to loosen it up, but then abruptly lowered it and charged angrily at her Japanese rival. But as Lace rushed her, Samurai raised her arms up to the side, bending her wrists downward to form what looked like a bird stance before firing a frighteningly quick, straight kick in Lace’s gut.
“OOOFFFF!” howled the purple clad cutie as she doubled over, the ball of Samurai’s foot penetrating her powerful, dimpled belly.
As Lace hunched forward, Samurai returned both feet to the canvas, remaining upright as she stood just a couple of feet away. But just as Lace straightened up, Samurai broke into a whirling spiral, her leg cocked up high before she slammed the sole of her foot against the side of Lace’s face in an awesome roundhouse kick. The force of the blow seemed to collapse Lace’s cheek as her body swiveled a half turn while soaring through the air. She landed hard on her side, instantly reaching for the aching side of her face.
Cupping her cheek in her hand, Lace began to slide her jaw back and forth to check and see if it had been broken. It did not seem to be, though a tooth on the side of her mouth was noticeably loose. Her ears were ringing badly as well, and as she struggled to get onto one knee, she was visibly woozy. Samurai seemed content however to let her struggle to her feet, again showing no emotion as Lace got both feet beneath her and tried to stand, though still unsteady. Samurai watched, and when the right moment arrived, again twirled in a fury while emitting a shrieking scream of attack.
“EEIIYYYIIIIIII!”
Again the bottom of Samurai’s taped foot crashed against Lace’s cheek, contorting the pretty veteran’s face from the force. The second roundhouse kick landed on exactly the same spot as the first as Lace’s body plummeted backward, a tooth flying out of her mouth and spit across the ring in the process. Lace landed hard on her side again before cowering on the canvas as she covered her face in her hands. Her entire face was completely numb and the ringing in her ears was so loud she could not hear anything else. The crowd meanwhile had gasped at the second kick, watching in astonishment as Lace was pummeled to the mat a second time.
Not even aware that she had lost a tooth, Lace struggled to regain her wits. Her head ached so badly that she could not process an intelligible thought, the ringing in her ears unbearable. But Samurai was unsympathetic, marching over to her, grabbing hold of her right wrist and using it to pull her onto her knees. Rising into an upright kneeling position, Lace’s eyes seemed to roll in her head as Samurai pulled up on her arm until it was stretched directly over her head. Lace then rolled her tongue around her mouth, just realizing that she had lost a tooth, but showing little reaction to the revelation.
Pulled into the upright kneeling position with her arm stretched skyward, Lace then felt Samurai grabbed the extended muscle which ran up the right side of her body, just below her armpit. Samurai then dug her fingers into it, tightly compressing the stretched muscle, and within seconds, Lace felt the entire right side of her body go limp. The pressure point had cut off the flow of blood to that side of her body, leaving Lace to slump back down to the canvas, her entire right side paralyzed.
Landing on her back, the gritty veteran was helpless as Samurai rolled her head to the side before stepping onto the side of her face and standing on it. With her face being ground into the canvas, the crowd cheered as Samurai stood there, applying even more pressure to the embattled mug of her victim by lifting her other leg into the air so that all of her weight pressed down onto it.
Desperately pounding her arms against the canvas, Lace then tried to dislodge Samurai’s foot from her face by grabbing at her ankle, but the Japanese wrestler’s excellent balance kept her from toppling over. Finally however, Samurai stepped off of Lace’s head as the embattled veteran rolled onto her side, curling her head into her arms.
The pounding in Lace’s head reached enormous proportions, leaving the veteran reeling in pain. As such, with only a couple of minutes expired in the match, Samurai was already looking to end it. Grabbing Lace by the wrist, she wrenched her onto her feet by her arm, twisting it behind her back before shoving her forward until she had mashed her against the corner.
With her large chest protruding beneath the top rope, Lace was wedged against the turnbuckles as Samurai twisted her left arm behind her. The sheer, purple top Lace wore gave the fans sitting below the corner a nice view of her ample bosom as it jutted beneath the ropes, the veteran’s face twisted in pain. Lotus stood below the corner, watching her mother work on her opponent’s limb, but as Samurai edged closer to increase the pressure on the hold, Lace cocked her right arm forward before firing it back and striking Samurai on the gut with her elbow.
The Japanese warrior groaned loudly as she dropped her grip on Lace’s arm, the American veteran turning to grab her in a side headlock to keep her at bay. Squeezing tightly around the side of Samurai’s head, Lace struggled to regain her composure as the throbbing in her own head continued. She jarred Samurai up and down with the hold, crushing her head with a tight grip as Lotus yelled encouragement up to her trapped mom.
Samurai waited until Lace stopped jarring her head, and then abruptly wrapped the leg closest to Lace around her own, shifting her own weight to forcefully throw herself backward. As a result, both women dropped down onto her backs, Lace’s head snapping backward and striking the mat hard. Taking yet another blow to the head was the last thing Lace needed, and it left her momentarily disoriented. Samurai capitalized by quickly rolling on top of her, pinning her arms to the canvas by kneeling on them. The ref dove in and slapped the mat twice, but Lace bridged her back and thrust her powerful hips upward, shooting Samurai off of her.
Forced to roll over Lace’s head, the Japanese wrestler tucked her chin into her chest and completed the somersault effortlessly, springing back onto her feet before Lace could get further than a seated position on the canvas. Rolling herself onto all fours, Lace tried to push herself up further, but Samurai charged at her, leaping into the air before pulling her legs out in front of her. She then dropped the back of her right leg across the back of Lace’s neck, knocking her flat onto her stomach.
With Lace face down, Samurai got up quickly and rushed over to her. She then stepped down on the back of Lace’s knees, causing the flattened to squirm in pain. But the Japanese warrior was just getting started as she pulled up on the bottom of Lace’s legs and curled the American grappler’s feet around her own calves to wedge them in an upright position. She then reached forward and grabbed Lace’s arms, pulling them up from behind her. She grabbed the top of Lace’s arms in the fleshy area just below her armpit, and tightened her grip.
Lace’s body was now curled into the shape of the letter “U”, with her arms and legs curled upward and behind her. But with Samurai intertwining those limbs around her own, the two women’s bodies formed the shape of a large letter “O”. Samurai then rolled straight back and as a result, rolled onto her back as Lace’s body was forced to roll along with her until she was now facing straight up toward the ceiling.
The spectacular hold deployed great pressure to Lace’s body as she was being stretched apart as the crowd erupted with cheers. There were several names for the spectacular restraint; Inverted Bow and Arrow, Mexican Ceiling Hold, Suspended Stretch; but regardless of the name, its’ effectiveness was unquestioned as Lace screamed in agony as a result of being victimized by it.
The ref quickly rushed in and yelled at Lace to determine if she were ready to submit. A true warrior in her own right, Lace refused, though the pain was clearly becoming unbearable. With no escape, she could only wave her head back and forth as the ref stood by closely. But Samurai was showing no signs of letting up, locking the brawny brawler overhead and stretching her powerful body to its’ limit. Lotus stood by yelling in awe at her mother’s dominance until finally Lace could take no more and screamed out her submission.
“I ..... Q..U..I..T!”
Her voice was loud and trembling, her anguish clearly audible. Samurai then rolled to the side, allowing Lace to tumble to the canvas before she rolled onto her side, her limbs still trembling from the torment. She had been thoroughly annihilated at the hands of the woman she one humiliated, Samurai earning the revenge she had sought.
Getting to her feet, the ref raised Samurai’s arm in victory as the crowd serenaded her with applause. Lotus looked on with satisfaction, her mother having earned even more respect than her daughter had given her before the match. Looking down at her daughter, Samurai was satisfied that she had effectively shown her daughter the lesson she had planned to teach. As the ref lowered her arm, Samurai quietly walked to ringside and stood before her daughter, accepting exuberant congratulations. But then she backed away, staring Lotus in the eye and in a final act of coaching, whispered her final words of wisdom.
“Training is nothing without the will to act!”
She was trying to influence her daughter and let her know that, no matter how much training she had been given, if she did have the desire to fight, she would never be successful as a wrestler. Lotus nodded her head in deference, understanding her mother’s lesson as the two walked back toward the locker room.
Lace meanwhile remained on the canvas, her head and body still aching badly. Her return to the ring had been disastrous and she was left to wonder if her wrestling career had reached its’ end. Only time would tell!
