Falls Count Anywhere Handicap Match (Part 2)
Finally, the two American wrestlers got off of the poor woman’s body. Reiko rubbed her aching back and flipped over. She couldn’t stop crying, especially since her body suffered not one, but two submission holds at once. Sgt. Clements and Sista A looked at Reiko’s body, trying to figure out what other things they could do to brutalize this young woman. An idea came into the dancer’s head and she snapped her fingers. She took a seat on Reiko’s left side with her long dark legs scissoring one of the girl’s arms. Sista A then grabbed hold of the wrist of that arm and pulled it upwards, causing hyperextension of the shoulder and elbow. A loud shriek of agony escaped her lips as the tendons and muscles in her left arm stretched beyond their limitations.
“YEEOOOWWWW!!! STOP!!! LET ME GO!!!” Reiko screamed.
“Shut up, bitch!” Sista A demanded, pulling her arm back further. She then turned towards Sgt. Clements and gave her a quick nod.
“Sure sounds like fun!” The cop grinned.
She sat on Reiko’s right side and, like Sista A, gave Reiko another vicious cross armbar. Once again, Reiko was engaged in another double submission hold. She could feel both of her arms going numb. She tried kicking her legs to at least loosen the hold, but nothing seemed to be working. Sista A and Sgt. Clements pulled back even further on both of Reiko’s arms, damaging the joints and injuring her arms. But after a while, the two women released the hold and Reiko fidgeted on the mat. She grabbed both of her arms and rolled on the mat in pain. Tears were falling nonstop.
“Mom… I’m sorry… I can’t… take it anymore.” She said to herself in anguish.
Unfortunately, Sista A and Sgt. Clements were far from finished with their torture. They each grabbed a hold of Reiko’s legs and yanked them in opposite directions. Reiko squirmed as she felt her groin being stretched to their limits. The pain was even more unbearable since she couldn’t do anything to stop them. Reiko Hinomoto was a flexible woman and she could bend her body in some spots your average Joe couldn’t. However, one of the places that she’s not flexible in is her groin. Her legs can spread out to a certain point. Yet, here we have Sgt. Clements and Sista A giving Reiko one of the most painful Wishbone Splits she’s ever received. After stretching for what seemed like an eternity, the two heels released the young woman’s legs. Reiko curled up in a ball in pain, holding onto her crotch. She was gasping heavily for air. Her back, arms and groin were in a enormous amount of pain. She couldn’t move and she didn’t have the strength to fight back.
But in the back of Reiko’s mind, she knew Sgt. Clements’s and Sista A’s game plan. Just like last night’s match, they wanted her pain and suffering to last. They’ll apply a lot of double team maneuvers and break the holds just when her body reached the breaking point, maximizing damage and efficiency. White hot tears of pain continued to fall from Reiko’s eyes. She noticed some of her fans were heartbroken. Seeing the look of fear and sadness in their eyes made the pain even worse. But she was helpless at this point. There was nothing she could do to win this match. It would be another night of disappointing the fans.
“Honey, this match is just getting started!” Sgt. Clements grinned with a steel chair in hand.
“Now, it’s time pick things up!” laughed Sista A, holding another steel chair.
“Oh no! This is terrible! Somebody stop this match! These two women are about to assault the Rumble Rose Champion with a pair of steel chairs!”
“No can do, John! This match will conclude only when Sgt. Cements and Sista A wanted it to. They can do whatever they like to Reiko Hinomoto, and no one can stop them because of the stipulations in this match.”
Sgt. Clements raised her weapon high and slammed it down on Reiko’s back, producing a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the arena. Reiko laid on the canvas, shuddering in pain. Then it was Sista A’s turn. She brought her weapon up and slammed it hard on the poor Japanese girl. Reiko cried in agony as her back takes chair shot after chair shot. Each successful attack would create loud clapping sound. Even the audience was engaged in the beat down of Reiko Hinomoto. For Reiko’s fans, they closed their eyes and cringed in fear as the metallic weapon struck their idol. But for the wrestling fans in general, the sound of steel meeting bone made the audience react with “OOHS!” and “AAHS!”
Sista A raised her weapon one last time and decided to go for the head. But before she could bring her weapon down, Sgt. Clements grabbed her arm, preventing her from attacking. The dark skinned dancer looked at her partner feeling somewhat confused as to why she stopped her. She then noticed the cop getting down on her knees and traps Reiko’s arm in between the folding parts of the chair. At that moment, Sista A knew exactly where she was coming from. She too got down and copied exactly what Sgt. Clements did on Reiko’s other arm. Both American women stood back up and looked into each other’s eyes. After exchanging nods, the countdown began.
“One…” Sgt. Clements grinned.
“Two…” smirked Sista A.
“THREE!!!” Both ladies cried.
On cue, the two ladies stomped viciously on the bottom part of the steel chair, crushing both of Reiko’s arms at the same time. The Japanese fighter squealed as twitched and rolled on the canvas. Both of her arms went numb after the unorthodox chair attacks. Sgt. Clements and Sista A, however, were not done with her yet. Just like last time, the two American powerhouses placed the chairs in between Reiko’s knees. They gave each one another quick nod before stomping mercilessly on the chair, crushing both of her legs. The Zero Fighter fidgeted on the mat, writhing in pain. Sgt. Clemens and Sista chuckled to themselves as they watch their beaten flop like a fish out of water.
"AAAHHHHHH!!! KYYAAAHHHH!!!" Reiko screamed.
“I’m… I’m speechless, Mike. Reiko’s helpless against these two women. Just listen to her scream in pain.”
“This is what the fans came to see, John. They want to see the greatest female wrestlers beat the crap out of each other, and they’re getting their money’s worth. Sgt. Clements and Sista A are having the time of their lives, all at Reiko’s expense.”
“This isn’t even a match anymore. This right here is what we call an assault and battery!”
“Say what you like, but it is what it is. And it looks like the two American powerhouses aren’t even done tormenting this young woman.”
Aisha grabbed a fistful of Reiko’s brown hair got her back to her feet. She got behind the Japanese wrestler and applied a full nelson on her. Unfortunately, Reiko couldn’t muster any strength to break loose or do anything about it. She noticed Sgt. Clements slowly approaching her with a sledgehammer in her hands. Reiko’s eyes widen in fear. But with very little energy left in her body, there was not much she could do. Sgt. Clement shifted her attention to Reiko’s exposed belly. The cop brought her weapon back and brutally thrusted the hammer into the gut of the Japanese young woman. Reiko fell on her knees as she gasped heavily for air. Sista A laughed maniacally as she stood the Japanese girl back to her feet. She kept the full nelson hold on her, giving Sgt. Clements another shot at her belly. With nothing to stop her, the blonde haired cop mercilessly pound Reiko’s midsection with the sledgehammer. The young woman collapsed to the ground and curled into a ball with saliva escaping her mouth. She clutched her swollen stomach and spent the next few seconds coughing and sputtering hard.
“Girl, your punishment has only just begun.” Sgt. Clements grinned.
“Let’s make this bitch beg for mercy.” proclaimed Sista A. In her hands was some kind of long cord.
She got behind the gagging Reiko Hinomoto and wrapped the wire around her neck. She then pulled tighter on the cable, thus completing the choke. Reiko tried to fight back, but her arms were still numb from the chair attacks a while ago. She was practically helpless. Sista A smirked as she wrapped her legs around Reiko’s body and squeezed with all of her might. Reiko gagged she tries to endure a brutal body scissors and a cable wrapped around her neck. Sista A pulled tighter on the cords, preventing oxygen to enter her brain. Reiko could feel her consciousness slipping away from her. It wouldn’t be long before she passes out. Sista A could feel Reiko’s body starting to relax as she drifted off to unconsciousness. She wasn’t satisfied with the damage she had inflicted, so she released Reiko’s neck just before she passed out. The Japanese young woman felt weak and incredibly dizzy. She could not tell left from right or how much time has passed.
“GET UP!” Sista A demanded as she grabbed Reiko’s hair once again and pulled her up.
Facing her opponent, she reached between Reiko’s legs with one arm and reached around their back from the same side with her other arm. The dark skinned woman easily lifted the young woman up and was ready to throw her down. She walked towards the center of the ring where a steel trash can laid. With all of her might, Sista A slammed Reiko onto the container. The garbage can bent in half upon impact, but the damage to Reiko’s back had already been done. She flipped on her side and rubbed her aching back. While she was writhing in pain, Sgt. Clements and Sista A got set up for their next move. The two of them rolled out of the ring, bringing a wooden table along with them. They set the table up and placed it on the outside edge of the ring. Sgt. Clements rolled back into the ring and made her way towards the beaten, battered and bruised Reiko. She grabbed her hair and get’s Reiko back to her feet. With her awareness out of whack, the Zero Fighter had trouble keeping her balance. With little time to react, Sgt. Clements kneed her in the stomach. The wind was forced out of her body and was instinctively doubled over. Sgt. Clements placed Reiko’s head in between her thighs and looked around the audience. Everyone rose to their feet, excited for what’s about to happen next. With the crowd engaged, the cop proceeded with her attack. She then lifts Reiko up until she was sitting on her shoulders. She then walks toward the edge of the ring where the table originally was.
“Oh no! OH NO!!! GOD DAMMIT!!! PUT HER DOWN, CLEMENTS!!! PUT HER DOWN, NOW!!!”
“She’s going to do John! Just look at the strength, physicality and raw power from Sgt. Clements!”
The cop reached the edge of the ring and lifted Reiko off of her shoulders. With the strength of ten women, she powerbombs the Zero Fighter out of the ring and onto the table. Reiko landed head and back first on the wooden table, breaking it in half upon impact. She laid on the broken piece of furniture barely conscious. Her torso took the worst of the force. Every breath she took would send jolts of pain throughout her body. She rolled off of the broken table, feeling winded and very weak. Sista A got on her knees, hooked one of Reiko’s legs and went for the cover.
“Please… just end it already…” Reiko begged to herself. “No more… please, no more…”
The referee slid out of the ring and hustled to where the dancer is. He got down on his knees to make sure Reiko’s shoulders were on the ground. Finally, he started counting. “1… 2…”
“Not yet!” Sista A commanded.
She intentionally lifts Reiko’s shoulder up, stopping the count. She grabbed Reiko’s hair and gets her back on her feet. She then grabs Reiko’ arms and Irish Whips her into the barricade wall behind her. The Zero Fighter slammed hard into the boundary like a car crashing into a building. But before she could recover, Sgt. Clements got Reiko back to her feet. With the strength of a bull, she Irish Whipped the Japanese wrestler into the steel steps by the corner. Reiko crashed into the steps, toppling them over. Reiko grimaced in pain and massaged her aching back. She could feel it getting stiff due to the tremendous amount of punishment she took. Tears of agony and anguish fell from her eyes.
“Aw, poor baby. Just look at those tears. How pathetic!” Sgt. Clements laughed. She gave Reiko a vicious soccer kick to her exposed belly.
“UUUUUHHHHH!!!” Reiko sputtered as she curled on the arena floor. “Oh God… no more… please.” She begged.
But her pleas didn’t stop Sista A. She sat on top of the young woman, dropping all one hundred and thirty eight pounds on Reiko. The Japanese wrestler gasped and felt the wind being pushed out of her. Sista A locked Reiko’s arms with her legs and went to work on her victim. She gave the Zero Fighter a few brutal shots to the temple and a couple to her jaw, knocking out a couple of teeth in the process. Reiko did her best to endure the hits and fight the pain, but every strike Sista A gave her makes the task much more difficult. Sista A then shifted her attention to another target.
“OOOFFFFFF!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!! UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!” Reiko moaned as Sista A relentlessly pounded her two breasts. It brought an enormous amount of pain to the young woman, especially getting hit in that specific area.
“This is embarrassing, Mike! Sgt. Clements and Sista A… they’re not even focusing on winning the match. They’re just taking their time torturing the Rumble Rose Champion. Just look at Reiko’s face. You could see how much pain she’s in.”
“Those two American wrestlers have waited this moment for a long time, John. Put yourself in their shoes. It’s not every day you get to beat Reiko Hinomoto to your heart’s content. For Sgt. Clements and Sista A, this is more than just another wrestling match or a street fight. This is play time!”
Sista A got off of Reiko and lifted her back to her feet again. The Japanese wrester was barely conscious and her body was heavy and extremely stiff. She dragged Reiko Hinomoto back on the walkway, with Sgt. Clements trailing behind her. When Sista A reached the halfway point, she lifted Reiko off of the ground and carried her on her shoulders. She walked in a circle to make sure everyone in the audience sees what she was going to do. The crowd stood on their feet and screamed for more. Once when Sista A believes she’s got everyone’s attention, she stood in the middle of the walkway and viciously scoop slams Reiko on the concrete. Upon impact, Reiko groaned in agony and arched her back. There was literally nothing to cushion her fall. She tried to move any part of her body, she couldn’t. The pain grew worse with each passing second. Sista A spat on the bruised young woman and stepped to the side, giving her partner, Sgt. Clements, room to work. She grabbed a fistful of Reiko’s hair and sat on her up straight. She flipped the Zero fighter on her knees and placed her head in between her thick thighs. Sgt. Clements took a deep breath and lifted Reiko off the ground and sat her on her shoulders. The two remained in that position as the cop slowly walked off of the walkway and onto the stage. The General Manager, Miss Daemon watched carefully and was anxious to see what Sgt. Clements has planned. The cop gave her boss a wink and she replied with the same suit. Finally, Sgt. Clements unleashed a loud yell before throwing Reiko down to the ground. She gave her opponent a brutal powerbomb and Reiko’s head, neck and torso crashed on the steel canvas. The Japanese woman’s body fidgeted on the stage as the pain intensified. She had her mouth open, but not a single sound escaped her lips. Her eyes were shut tight, but that wasn’t enough to stop the tears from falling.
“Poor Reiko… poor, poor, Reiko.” The General Manager spoke in a caring tone. But a second later, the look of concern disappeared and she maniacally laughs at the beaten champion. “HAHAHA! Behold, ladies and gentlemen! This is the woman you admire so much! Just look at her! Weak, pathetic, a loser… Well what do you know? Like mother… like daughter!”
“BOOOOOO!!!” The crowd reacted.
Even for the General Manager, those insults were beyond low. As for the Zero Fighter, it was pure humiliation. Nothing angers her more than having someone tarnish her mother’s name. She would do anything to defend her mother’s image. Unfortunately, that doesn’t appear to be the case. Reiko was faced with the horrible truth. Miss Daemon can say whatever she likes about her and her mother, and there’s nothing she could do to stop her.
“I’m sorry… mother… I have failed you…” She said to herself. “I can’t… I can’t fight… anymore.”
Sgt Clements knelt by Reiko’s side and went for the pin. The referee checked to make sure Reiko’s shoulders were down, (which in fact, they were.) He lifted his arm up, but looked back at the cop to see if she was serious about ending this match. Sgt. Clements gave the referee an arrogant grin and a quick nod, signaling him to end the contest. The ref sighed and proceeded with the count.
“1… 2…” He shouted.
His arm went down a third time and was about to strike the mat to end the match. All of the sudden, Miss Daemon stretched her hand forward and caught the referee’s hand just before it struck the ground. She stared into the ref’s eye and shook her head, telling him that she wants this match to continue.
“BOOOOOOO!!!” The audience reacted.
“Oh come on! Give me a break! Are you seeing this, Mike?”
“We all did, John! Our General Manager has stopped the match! It looks likes she wants Reiko to suffer a little more!”
Miss Daemon shoved the ref out of the way and approached the bruised Japanese wrestler. She knelt beside her and noticed her beautiful, unconscious face. She gently slapped Reiko’s cheek a few times until she was wide awake. The nineteen year old woman opened her eyes and saw a malicious grin on her bosses face. “Morning, sleepyhead! Are you ready for some more pain and punishment?” She placed the microphone by Reiko’s mouth so the audience can hear her reply and her cries of agony.
“Please… no more…” She sobbed. “I can’t… move. I give up… please…”
“Aw, poor baby’s got a boo-boo? What’s wrong, Miss Hinomoto? Can’t take the pain anymore?” She watched as Reiko shook her head from side to side. “Haha! That’s too bad! But guess what? This match WILL continue! Now, Sgt. Clements, Sista A! Get her in the back! Right now!”
The two American heels smirked and grabbed a hold of Reiko’s hair. They got her to her feet and dragged her behind the stage with the General Manager not far behind them. It wasn’t long before they reached a small, narrow staircase. They grabbed Reiko’s arms and Irish Whips her towards the stairs. The Zero Fighter lost her balance as she fell down the flight of stairs. Once she reached the bottom she skidded on the ground for a couple of feet. There were scrapes and bruises all over her arms, elbows and knees. Her face tightened due to the enormous amount of pain she was in. With little energy in her body, Reiko tried crawling to safety. But before she could move another inch, Sgt. Clements and Sista A had already reached her. They unleashed a barrage of stomps and kicks to every part of Reiko’s body.
“UUUHHHHHH!!! YEEOOOWWWW!!! OOOFFFFFF!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!” The Japanese girl cried as the assault continued.
“Reiko!” A voice of another woman shouted. The two American powerhouses stopped their stomping and turned to where the voice was coming from. Another female wrestler with blonde hair came running towards them.
“What’s this? Someone’s trying to spoil our little dance here.” Sista A grinned.
“I got her.” said Sgt. Clements.
She also ran towards the woman at top speed with her arm pulled back. She gave the blonde a powerful clothesline that folded her in half and knocked her out. After a couple of arm circles, she walked back towards her barely conscious victim.
“Too bad, honey. No one can save you now. We’ll make sure of that.” The cop chuckled.
“Hang on Reiko!” Another brunette cried with a steel chair in her hands.
“I don’t think so, baby.” Sista A said.
She got in position and waited for the right moment. Once when the brown haired woman was close enough, she unleashed a powerful roundkick. Her leg made contact with the steel chair, which bounced off the woman’s head, instantly knocking her out.
“No…” Reiko cried as she reached out towards her friends. “Alexa… Taylor…”
“It’s too noisy in here. Why don’t we go some place quieter?” suggested the dancer.
“Hmm… where could we go to have some more fun with this young woman right here?” asked the cop. Both women thought hard for a few seconds, while still keeping an eye on Reiko, who was in very bad shape. All she could do was wait and hope that this match would end soon. Her body couldn’t take any more punishment. Unfortunately, that wasn’t her call. And knowing her two opponents, it’ll be a long time before they decided to go for the win. Suddenly, both American women snapped their fingers and smiled back at each other.
“REIKO’S LOCKER ROOM!!!” They said in unison.
They each grabbed one of Reiko’s arms and dragged it across the lobby. Reiko’s body slide on the cold concrete floor. And to make things worse, she noticed a few other wrestlers pointing and laughing at her. She couldn’t hide her tears or her grief. A few minutes later, Sgt. Clements and Sista A reached Reiko’s locker room. In front of them was a wooden door with a sign that has Reiko’s name in Japanese on it. Sgt. Clements grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as she could. But the door wouldn’t budge. Even Sista A tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Well, this stinks.” The dark skinned brawler complained.
“Nah, I’ll take care of it.” Sgt. Clement said. “Just do me a favor, sis. Hold Reiko up for me.”
Sista A nodded in agreement. She grabbed Reiko’s hair and slowly lifted her back to her feet. She threw her against the door and held her up for Sgt. Clements to attack. The blonde haired cop took a few steps back and got in a three quarter stance. Her eyes stalked on her prey and she was ready to pounce. She got a burst of speed and ran towards Reiko Hinomoto as fast as she could. Sgt. Clements leaned forward, lowered her head, brutally driving her should into her gut. The force was so powerful, the Spear the cop delivered managed to break down the door to the locker room. Reiko landed her back on the broken door, with Sgt. Clements on top of her. Sista A helped her partner up and they explored Reiko’s private room.
There were a couple of benches to sit on, plus a number of shelves for the young woman to put her clothes and other stuff. To the right was a poster. Reiko was standing on the turnbuckle, raising her championship belt high. That was the night she became the Rumble Rose Champion. It was the proudest moment of her life. To the left was a desk with a few pictures on it. One of them has a middle aged woman teaching her daughter the basic skills of martial arts. The second was picture of Kamikaze Rose in her prime. The third, (probably her most cherish photo) was Reiko embracing her mother after she just won the championship. That was probably the last time she saw her mother alive.
“Damn, this is such a nice place!” Sista A commented.
“I know right… Too bad we gonna have to trash it.” snickered Sgt. Clements.
The cop lifted Reiko up by the hair and grabbed her neck with both hands. The Zero Fighter struggled to breathe as Sgt. Clements continued to choke the life out of her. She could feel her opponent’s body getting limp her muscles losing strength. With no energy left to fight, Reiko’s muscles before her consciousness slipped away. But before Reiko could reach to that point, Sgt. Clements lifts her up in a gorilla press hold. She walked towards the end of the room and threw her into the lockers. Reiko slammed back first into the metal structure and landed hard on her side. The Japanese girl rubbed her injured spine as moans of agony and anguish exited her mouth. It was Sista A’s turn to get in on the action. She grabbed the battered Reiko and threw her head first into the lockers. Reiko’s skull bounced off the steel and she collapsed on the ground. She clutched her head with on hand while holding her back with the other.
Sgt. Clements and Sista A went around the locker and started to trash the place. They took out Reiko’s clothes and other personal stuff, tore them apart and threw them on the ground. The Japanese girl could only watch as the humiliation continued. She saw Sgt. Clements waving her favorite picture of her mother right in front of her face. The cop ripped the photograph in half without any remorse. Just like the picture, Reiko’s heart was torn in two. A minute later, Reiko’s place was a complete mess. Almost everything was on the floor, ripped, tattered and torn. The two American powerhouses towered over their crushed victim and watched as tears poured out of her eyes.
“You bored yet, hon?” Sgt. Clements asked her partner.
“Are you kidding me? I never thought dealing this much punishment could be so much fun!” Sista A answered with excitement.
“Alright, alright. While we’re here, what should we do?”
“Hmm… I got it!”
The dark skinned dancer took one of Reiko’s arms and dragged it towards one of the opened lockers. She placed her Reiko’s hand inside the locker and rested it on the bottom. She shot a quick glance at her opponent, who has absolutely no idea what’s going on. Finally, Sista A took the door and slammed it shut. Unfortunately, Reiko’s hand got caught in the door. She squealed in pain and flopped on the floor, grabbing her bruised, swollen hand. White hot tears of pain fell from her eyes. The two American women laughed maliciously like their proud of what they did to Reiko. But then, Sgt. Clements ceased her laughter and grabbed Reiko’s other arm.
“Very impressive, Sugar. Now let me show you how it’s done.” She spoke arrogantly.
Like her partner, she dragged Reiko towards the same locker. She placed it inside cabinet and rested it on the bottom. Sgt. Clements slammed the door shut with every ounce of her strength. Similar to last time, Reiko’s hand was crushed by the door and the outside frame of the locker. She screeched like a banshee as she rolled on the ground. Both of her hands have been severely injured. It was either a bone fracture or a joint dislocation. But the damage has already been done. Reiko could barely feel her hands. And it hurts like hell if she tried to move it.
“Oops! Sorry Reiko. It appears as if we injured both of your hands!” Sgt. Clements smirked.
“Just look at her cry like a little baby!” Sista A laughed. “Does it hurt if I do… THIS?”
She lifted up one of her heels and brutally stepped on Reiko’s swollen right hand. The Japanese wrestler shrieked out loud as Sista A applied more pressure to her injured hand. Not wanting to be outdone by her partner, Sgt. Clements stomped on Reiko’s left hand with the heel of her boot.
“YEEOOOWWWW!!! AAAHHHHHH!!! GET OFF ME, PLEASE!!!”
The pain was excruciating and beyond unbearable. Even the strongest and toughest fighters couldn’t with stand this kind of torture. Unfortunately for Reiko, she has no choice but to lie on her back and take whatever cruel punishment Sgt. Clements and Sista A is giving her. A minute later, the two women stepped off of Reiko’s swollen hands.
“Well, you ready to take the fight somewhere else?” Sista A asked.
“Sure, why not?” Sgt. Clements agreed. Both of them grabbed Reiko’s long legs and pulled her out of the locker room.
The two of them dragged the Zero Fighter down the hallway. Both of them were getting pretty tired, especially since they were doing all the work. However, they want to continue this match until their satisfied. It wasn’t long before they spotted a shopping cart nearby. Once they get close, the two women released Reiko’s legs. Sista A stepped back while Sgt. Clements grabbed Reiko’s neck with one hand. She easily lifted her back towards her feet and up off the ground. Reiko only had two seconds to cough and gag for air. Suddenly, the cop dropped the Japanese young woman into the basket. Her arms and legs dangled out of the container. Sista A ran as fast as she could, pushing the cart down the lobby with her partner following behind.
Finally, the three wrestlers reached the parking garage. It was an extremely large area filled with a lot of pillars and plenty of cars and trucks. Unfortunately for Reiko, there weren’t any people around the vicinity. So even if she did cry for help, no one would be able to hear her. All of the sudden, Sista A started to pick up the pace. The faster she ran, the faster the cart traveled. She finally released the hand and watched as the shopping cart took the subconscious Reiko Hinomoto for a ride. However, the ride wouldn’t last long as the cart crashed into a pillar, with her legs taking the full brunt of the impact. The shopping cart fell on his side and Reiko rolled on the concrete. She howled in pain as she grabbed both of her injured legs.
“AAAHHHHHH!!! OW, IT HURTS!!!” cried Reiko. “PLEASE!!! NO MORE!!! I GIVE UP!!! PLEASE, JUST FINISH THE MATCH!!!”
“Aw, you hear that? Reiko wants us to end her misery. What do you think, Sarge?”Sista A asked.
“Hmm…NO!!!” replied the cop as she stomped on Reiko’s legs and soccer kicked her in the gut. “We’re not done with you yet, little missy. Now, get your ass up!”
The two American wrestlers grabbed a fistful of Reiko’s hair and got her back to her feet again. Sgt. Clements picked Reiko up in a gorilla press hold and faced her partner who was only a few feet away from her. She threw the Zero Fighter towards the dark skinned dancer. Sista A pulled her leg back and delivered a vicious kick up towards the gut of Reiko Hinomoto. The Japanese woman crashed on the concrete and clutched her injured ribs. She rolled on the floor coughing and sputtering.
“Nice kick, sister.”Sgt. Clements said, placing a hand on her partner’s shoulder.
“Should we end it right here?” Sista A asked. She got on her knees and was ready to go for the pin. But her partner wasn’t paying attention to the question. Sgt. Clements had her eyes on something else. Sista A was puzzled, but she shifted her attention to where her partner was looking at. Just ahead of them was a red 2004 Nissan Altima. They looked at each other with malevolent grins on their faces.
“Say, isn’t that Reiko’s car?” Sista A questioned.
“It sure is.” answered Sgt. Clements. “Let’s play with it for a little bit.”
They picked Reiko up by the hair and dragged her over to the red vehicle. As they got closer, the two of them picked up. They quickly approached the driver’s side and slammed her into one of the doors. Reiko bounced off the side of the car and collapse on the concrete. As she moaned in pain and massaged her back, Sgt. Clements and Sista A observed the small dent on the side of the vehicle. Both of them were amazed at the damaged they caused, but also believe that they could do more. Sgt. Clements got Reiko up to her feet again, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. She ran towards the car once again and slammed her opponent back first into door. Reiko’s back also crashed into the side window, shattering the glass into pieces. The Japanese woman wept in pain due to the huge amount of force that was applied on her back. But before the tears could fall, Sgt. Clements backed off a little bit and slammed Reiko into the other window on the left side of the car. The glass broke apart and fell into the vehicle. Sgt. Clements topped it all off with a brutal Spinebuster onto the hard concrete. Reiko’s groans became cries for help. She felt as if either her back was broken or has suffered quite a few sprains. Unfortunately, calling for help was useless. The only people in the parking garage besides her were Sgt. Clements, Sista A and a referee. However, the referee was only there to render decisions during the match. And of course, the other two women are here to destroy, brutalize and humiliate the Japanese girl. Speaking of which, it was Sista A’s turn to wreck Reiko’s car. Like her partner, she wrapped her arms around Reiko’s waist and lifted her up. She casually walked to the right side of the car, where both side windows were still intact. All of the sudden, Sista A ran as fast as she could towards the vehicle and slammed her into the passenger side door, denting the car and breaking the window at the same time. Reiko could feel the pain intensifying beyond the limits. Again, the dark skinned brawler crashed Reiko into front side door and shattered the last window. While the Zero Fighter cringed in agony, Sista A kept her on her shoulders and carried her towards the front of the car. Just like Sgt. Clements, she gave Reiko a powerful Spinebuster onto the hood of the vehicle. Reiko’s mouth hung open, but no sound came out. She had lost almost all feeling in her body. She was helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop this torture.
“Damn… I’m surprised she’s still alive, after what we just did to her.” Sgt. Clements grinned.
“Let’s end this match!” Sista A. For once, and to Reiko’s (I guess) delight, her partner agree.
But if they’re going to end this contest, they’re going to do it in style. Both women got the Japanese wrestler on her feet and grabbed her by the neck. They lifted her off the ground as they climbed on top of Reiko’s car. Sgt. Clements and Sista A stood on the hood of the vehicle with the helpless young woman in their grasps. The two American gave each other one last nod before viciously chokeslamming Reiko onto the top of the car. The Zero Fighter crashed through the car windshield and immediately lost consciousness. Sgt. Clements and Sista A placed a foot on each of Reiko’s breast and turned towards the ref. The officiator quickly made his way to the two Americans. First he checked to see if Reiko’s shoulders were down, which of course, they were. He raised his arm up, ready to count the pin. But before he could continue, he shot a quick glance at Sgt. Clements and Sista A to see if they were serious in finishing the match. After seeing them politely nod back at him, the referee shrugged his shoulders and began the count.
“1… 2… 3!!!”
The referee quickly got his feet and rushed out of the garage. He ran down the lobby, back on the stage and towards the desks behind the ring. He signaled the end of the match and ordered the announcer to ring the bell. Sgt. Clements’s entrance music started playing and the crowd stood up and cheered. Many of Reiko’s fans have left the building while the few that stayed had tear in their eyes. As for the rest of the Rumble Roses fans, this one-sided match totally beat last night’s match in every way shape and form
“Here are your winners… SGT. CLEMENTS AND SISTA A!!!”
Meanwhile, back at the parking garage, the two heels just heard the wonderful news about them winning the match. They took their foot off Reiko’s chest and kicked her off of the wreck car. The unconscious young woman crashed on the concrete and rolled on the ground. Sgt. Clements and Sista A hopped off of the vehicle and landed very close to Reiko’s body. After evaluating the damage they had inflicted, both women spat on their opponent. Finally, they walked away out of the parking garage with another W added to the win column.
As for Reiko, unfortunately, she suffered another devastating and humiliating defeat. She laid motionlessly on the ground with injuries all over her body. One of the officials spotted the unconscious woman and ran as fast as he could to check on her. He nudged her a few times, but she her eyes wouldn’t open.
“HEY!!! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!!! SOMEONE GET AN AMBULENCE!!!” He ordered
In a matter of seconds, athletic trainers and medical staff rushed towards Reiko Hinomoto. Just like last night, they brought along a stretcher and a gurney. While a couple of them checked Reiko’s level of consciousness, the rest of the staff got ready to transport her out of the arena. They placed the Zero Fighter on the stretcher and got her on the gurney.
“Thank God it’s over Mike. Just look at the poor woman. She’s not moving. Her eyes aren’t opening. It’s just… I don’t know what to say. I’m sick to my stomach.
“As sick as it may seem, this is the Rumble Roses, John. This is a dangerous business. Sometimes, these ladies get hurt, other times… they end up like Reiko.”
“My thoughts and prayers go out to this young woman and to all of her loving fans. For those of you who just joined us, you’re watching the aftermath of the Falls Count Anywhere Handicap Match Reiko Hinomoto was forced to participate in. She had no chance of winning and was in no condition to fight.”
“But if she had backed out earlier, think of how that would affect her reputation. Running away from a fight is something Reiko would never do. Her mother was not a quitter and she did not want to disappoint her.”
“You know something, Mike? I hope our General Manager is happy with what just happened. She vowed to get revenge on poor Reiko. I sure hope that this match had done the trick.”
“Maybe. But knowing Miss Daemon, she’s still far from satisfied after this match.”
Back in the GM’s office, Dr. Cutter and Miss Daemon had just finished watching the brutal handicap match on television while enjoying another glass of champagne. The TV showed the Japanese woman being carted out of the arena and into an ambulance. As soon as the back doors closed, the ambulance took off to the nearest hospital with sirens ringing out loud.
“Brutha?” The GM called.
“Yes ma’am!” The heavily muscular woman replied.
“Follow the ambulance and bring Reiko Hinomoto back to my office. I need her for tomorrow.”
“Your wish is my command.” Brutha nodded. And with that, she stomped out of the office.
The General Manager grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She smiled with a feeling of satisfaction after witnessing that helacious beat down. Even Dr. Cutter was laughing manically. She was incredibly happy seeing Reiko suffer another humiliating defeat. Both ladies tapped each other’s glasses and took another sip of champagne.
“Well Dr. Cutter? What do you think of the last match?” asked Miss Daemon.
“Haha! Most impressive, boss.” answered the nurse. “After watching last night’s match, I began to wonder how could you ever top that. But it turns out that tonight’s match was so much better than last time!
Well done! You sure know how to run a show!”
“Why thank you, Doctor! But now that that’s over. We must prepare for tomorrow’s match. I got a few more girls in the back still waiting for their shot at her.”
“And don’t forget this Sunday at Rumblemania. That’s when I take what’s rightfully mine: The Rumble Rose Championship!”
“In due time. You’ll get your chance. But for now, sit back, relax and enjoy what’s left out little fun.”
“Very well then. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Daemon!” After the nurse finished her glass, she gently sets it on the desk and walked out of the office. When she was out of sight, Miss Daemon walked over towards her calendar hanging on the wall. She put an ‘X’ over Thursday’s date.
“Reiko Hinomoto! You cannot escape your fate! Your wrestling career will come to an end! Your dreams of fulfilling your mama’s wishes will be broken! Three days, Reiko… Three days, until you’re all mine. Hahaha. Hahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
She started laughing maniacally as the countdown continued. There were only three days left until Rumblemania and the end of Reiko Hinomoto.