Akari Fujiyami vs Brooke Betancourt

[Marspell]

"Only if you tap." Akari smiled as she made Brooke eat her own words, continuing to relentlessly apply more and more torque, while brooke was still caught in the suprise of the hold, and didnt know what was happening. By now Akari knew Brooke was extremely flexible and wouldn't be felled by any basic submission, so the slender teen went all out, and bent her opponents legs as far as they could go. Brookes legs were already practically touching the back of her head as Akari continued to wrench them mercilessly.

"Cmon brooke, just tap already!" She yelled, angrily. "LAW doesnt want divas and models like you! We spit girls like that out regularly!" She smirked, as her opponents legs continued to tremble in the submission. Brooke was flailing wildly trying to get out, but couldn't find a strategy.

Akari looked down at brooke. The former models freckled tanned face was a mask of sheer agony. With each pull on her legs, her face scrunched, aND she looked lIke she was holding back from screaming in pain, despite her flexibility. Akari smiled as she wached brooke, and the two made eye contact. "Your really cute when your in a position like this yknow," Akari smirked. "If this were someone other than me here, i would probaby be getting off right about now." She chuckled, hoping she'd humiliated brooke, and made her eat enough of her words to get her opponent back for humiliating her earlier, and went back to her work of torturing the downrange divas legs.

[FreestylePoet]

Pain took to Brooke's thighs like a flame to a wick, burning across her lower body and threatening to swallow her whole. She struggled against Akari's efforts, but her opponent's superior position gave her enough leverage make up for it, slowly but surely continuing to pull Brooke's leg back. Already, she'd been bent to an impressive degree, her body making a "C" shape on the canvas. The pain and humiliation of this hold were almost too much to bear...

... But it wasn't. Brooke Betancourt still had some fight left in her.

She needed to focus. This couldn't be the end of it for her. Not now, not against somebody like Akari. Brooke stopped her flailing, instead planting her palms on the ring floor. Her breath turned into quick inhales and sharp blows out, as if she was bracing herself for every bit of pain that was yet to come.

"I... I'm... not a model anymore, dammit!" Suddenly, Brooke's hands shot up and behind her. She clutched at the back of Akari's sports bra and yanked forward and down, hoping to pull her opponent off of her and drive her head into the mat!

"RRRRAAAAAGHHH!" Brooke roared, her effort and pain both mixing to reach the arena's roof. The maneuver would likely cause Akari to bend Brooke's legs even further, but with any luck, it would also let the Downrange Diva free her own legs from her opponent's clutches not a second later!

[Marspell]

Loud groans and strains echoed through the arena as Akari grunted and tried to push deeper and deeper, bending Brookes back and legs as much as possible.

"Just tap damnit!" Akari yelled from behind the Downrange Diva, "I don't wanna be here all night, and your a cute girl. I dont want to necessarily, but I WILL break your back if you let this go on enough!"

Her arms bulged as Brookes legs trembled in the air. Akari had no idea how this would be model still had the resilience and flexibility left to avoid tapping. Her opponents supple legs and lower back had been bent into a near perfect "c" shape, as her arms flew wildly, flailing in all directions, and her tanned freckled face only exhibiting a mask of pain and panic.

However, suddenly, Akari felt something change. In an instant, she realized Brooke had stopped struggling. She continued to pull back, not worried at all, and figured that Brooke had finally realized the futility of her situation. She braced herself to hear her opponents scream her submission, or slap the canvas, but nothing came.

Out of nowhere, A hand grabbed the back of her bra. Akari Yelped in surprise as Brookes sweaty palm locked with the fabric and pulled her back. Akari, mere instants from slamming into the mat, quickly also thought of a plan. She held onto Brookes legs in her descent. The tug was all she needed to pull her opponents legs back more, as they arched further, and further, ever closer and closer. Brookes toes were now practically in contact with the back of her head, as Akari screamed, and gave one last tug before she hit the mat, bringing Brookes feet right to the top of her head, forming a human O, right as the back of her head slammed into the mat.

She grunted, and keeled over backwards, releasing Brooke, and lay on the mat, stunned for a moment. While the drop itself hadn't been particularly bad, shed been very damaged from the rest of the match and it caught her completely off guard.

[FreestylePoet]

"YEEEEAAAARGH!" Brooke tugged down hard at the back of Akari's tight sports bra, sending her barreling ass-over-tea-kettle right to the mat! Still, the black-haired teen held her death grip on Brooke's thighs, bringing them along with her as she was flipped over Brooke's shoulder. The resulting tension in her legs almost split her in two -- never in her life had she bent so far -- but somehow, her body took it just the same, if only barely.

Not even realizing how loudly she'd just been screaming, she finished her downwards swing, driving Akari's head right into the canvas. Her opponent bounced a bit off the surface, clearly dazed. Now Brooke had a chance. A chance to end this match, to come out on top, to show the world what she was made of.

Brooke crawled away from her opponent, only using her legs once she was sure she still had feeling in them. When she looked up, she was at the corner of the ring. Throughout their match, Brooke had always had the most success with professional wrestling moves. If she tried to go for another submission on the ground, surely her skilled rival would just reverse it all over again. A simple pin was even more out of the question. Which only left one thing to do...

The Downrange Diva clambered up the ring post, making sure to secure whatever footholds she needed. After all, this was her first time climbing a set of ropes in an actual match, and she really didn't want to lose to a spell of clumsiness. Eventually, she reached the apex of the post, turning around to face her fallen opponent despite her precarious position.

"It's over, Akari!"

Finally, she jumped, spinning in the air to orient herself. The canvas approached quickly, and all Brooke could hope for was that her splash would hit the mark...!

For Reference (just the splash... for now?)

[Marspell]

From the corner of her eye, Akari saw Brooke slowly, weakly, stumble and crawl toward the turnbuckle and rope. She groaned and clutched her head. Brookes legs were trembling. A moment longer in the cloverleaf and Akaris was almost sure the downrange Diva would have tapped. Akari tried to lift herself off the mat but she couldn't. Her body had been entirely worn out from the match, and needed a bit longer. She could only watch as Brooke climbed the ropes, in fear of what her opponent would do when she reached the top.

She groaned and meekly responded to Brookes call for the end of the match, "Its never over bi- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!"
Brooke flipped through the air in the middle of her sentence, gracefully swan diving from the top rope, and majestically flying through the air. All one hundred and eight pounds of her body slammed into Akaris already tender and softened up stomach, abdomen, and chest. For what felt like the hundredth time, the slender teen gasped, as spittle flew from her mouth and the air escaped her lungs. Her body curled around Brooke, and bounced onto the mat. More than anything though, the move had just plain hurt. Akari didn't have the build to take lots of big moves of that type, and she wasn't prepared for them either, so to have someone slam into her, felt like shed just been hit by a train. She gasped, and fell back, completely KO for a few moments, having not even registered that Brooke was already scrambling, and going for a pin.

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke was almost certain that her splash was anything but graceful. She could barely stand on her own two feet on solid ground, so how could she have expected to take aim at Akari's prone body and land one last hit? Despite those doubts, though, she managed to land the splash, crashing down hard onto the canvas and onto Akari herself. While she couldn't quite hear what her opponent was muttering to her, that was evidence in and of itself that this might be a decisive moment in their match -- to say nothing about how Akari's body folded in pain after the splash.

Huffing with exhaustion, Brooke reached over to grab one of Akari's legs. Assuming that the black-haired teen didn't resist, she'd flip back over, taking the leg with her as she laid atop Akari's chest to complete the pin. The referee slid in to start the count.

"One..."

[Marspell]

As she sensed her opponent grab her leg, and felt the refs hand impact against the mat to begin the count, Akari groaned. She wanted to fight. She still had the will to crush brooke, and completely tear apart her tanned opponent, rip her limb from limb. But the match had so battered and bruised her body at this point, that she couldn't fight any more. She could taste blood in her mouth, and the repeated blows had made her stomach churn in ways shed never experienced. She was glad shed at least given Brooke a run for her money, and not let herself go lightly.

Tears welled in her eyes, as her slender leg dangled in Brookes grasp. Their position would be downright erotic, and Brooke seemed to be the type all for that kind of stuff, but Akari was to battered and bruised to bother or even be able.

"Ughhhhhhhhghhhghhhh" she groaned softly, as the ref brought down the hand, bringing the count to two. Her hair covered her face. She wanted to push it aside, but Brooke was lying on them, and Akari was to weak to push her off. She meekly pressed against Brookes warm, soft skin. Noting how toned her opponents body felt, she realized that, for a model, she clearly worked out a lot.

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke's arms were wrapped around Akari's bare thigh, pulling that leg and exposing the region beneath. Both women were panting slightly from exertion. They were barely moving a muscle anymore, save to press their skin softly against one another. At another time, their position might have been confused for that of two lovers sharing an afterglow. But tonight, Brooke Betancourt and Akari Fujiyami were opponents.

"... THREE!"

Opponents in a contest that had just reached its end. One that, against all odds, the model-turned-wrestler had won. Brooke released Akari's leg, rolling off of her opponent and flopping right onto the mat. Her arms splayed out wide, refusing to move from their spot.

"I... I did it," Brooke gasped. Even with the cheers of the crowd and her theme playing once more over the arena's speakers, she could hardly believe it. If she weren't so tired, tears would surely be spilling from her eyes by now. "I won...!" This was her first win in LAW, and she couldn't possibly be more elated, even if she didn't have the energy to show it. She'd celebrate later. For now, though...

She craned her neck, the only muscle that she could summon enough energy to move. Akari was still there, laying on the canvas. Whether from exhaustion or internal conflict, Brooke found herself at a loss for words. During their match, Akari had said some pretty nasty things to her. Done some pretty nasty things to her, too, but that was at least part of the match. And that was all this was, right? Just a match...?

Some (but not all) of the anger Brooke felt at Akari subsided. But again, all she could do was stare. Wait for her to say or do something -- even if that was just getting up and leaving the ring.

[Marspell]

Akari groaned as still as Brooke stayed on top of her, kept her locked up. The refs hand felt like it was going down in slow motion, crawling towards themat. She knew she had lost and taken a big hit to her reputation in this match, but she had also gained something. A major amount of respectful brooke. This would be model had just completely torn apart an extremely experienced world champion, and could bend and contort her body in completely unnatural ways. She almost couldn't believe it.

The refs hand hit the mat, and brooke slid off of her. Akari felt tears roll down her eyes, realizing her reputation was smeared by this loss. However, she still slowly picked herself up off the mat, and external dedicated her hand to brooke.

"Your nother as bad of a wrestler as I thought, yknow. I really do rexpect you brooke, and im sorry for saying you dont have what it takes, you clearly do," She mumbled, her hair keeping her face concealed so her opponent wouldn't see her tears.

"Wanna grab a beer sometime? Id glady celebrate your win with you..."

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke continued to stare at Akari, blinking away tears as she tried to take in the moment. When her former opponent rose to her feet, she braced herself for an angry tirade, or maybe another attack, or maybe just an unsatisfying walk back down the entrance ramp. Whatever Akari was going to throw at her, Brooke wanted to be ready to fire back. But Akari did the one thing that Brooke would never have expected from her:

She offered a hand.

Confused, the Downrange Diva took that hand, graciously using it to rise back to her shaky feet. Brooke would have just left it at that, assuming that Akari was just being an obligatorily good sport. But then the black-haired teen did something else that surprised her. Her apology came out fast and shaky, as if fighting between a desire to sound genuine and a desperate attempt to hold tears back. The brunette looked at her former rival, mouth gaping as she tried to figure out how to respond.

"Hey, no, none of that." Brooke wouldn't ever say that she just got lucky, but... "What you said was mostly right, you know. I definitely wasn't the favorite in our match. I took a lot of risks, and I needed them to go my way." The Downrange Diva sighed, nudging Akari towards the entrance ramp. She walked, hoping that the girl would follow. "You're clearly really good at this. Maybe we'll face off again someday. But for now..."

Brooke gulped, hoping that she was being more of a good person than she was a doormat. After everything that Akari had told her, Brooke didn't think they could be friends just yet. But the girl clearly regretted those words, and that was worth something at least. "One drink couldn't hurt. Come on, let's get changed and head out."

Winner by Pinfall: Brooke Betancourt