[ Canceled ]

[dlamp]

"Huuuuuu..." For a split-second, Kuro's face twitched into a frown. She had a feeling this wanna' heroine would put on a tough front, but most other fighters, especially most weaklings like this woman would just give in by now. They'd agree to be Kuro's servant and tap out after a move or two. And yet Amari was still trying to stand tall... well, act tall anyway.

But still...

"Okay," She pressed her foot down against the heroine's neck. "Kuro will make you beg." Kuro let her foot remain for a moment longer before letting off Amari.

And then began moved to something more... encouraging.

With Amari still down the kunoichi moved to the heroine's legs, giving a childish smile as she placed her foot right between Amari's legs. She applied no pressure yet, instead attempting to grab at her opponent's right ankle to drape over her left leg, a clear set up to a figure-four leglock. If Amari wasn't going to submit to Kuro's clearly superior skill, she'd scream it from Kuro's brutal punishment.

[Zeva]

Amari was breathing heavily but at the same time her body was immobile, not because her rival had caused her any serious harm, yet, but because of the omninious aura she projected.

Before she could get up or respond to Kuro's threats, the villain began to make her move, with her legs easily and quickly captured and positioned for a submission movement.

The girl in yellow saw no other option than to crawl with her hands and try to get to the ropes. But that idea was doomed, there was no way she would get to the ropes before her opponent made her cry in pain.

[dlamp]

"Hahaha~" Kuro's face lit up, her bright smile and cheery laugh masking the venomous sadism underneath. Amari was desperate to break out, frantic enough to try and inch herself to toward the ropes with her hands while Kuro still had a good grip on her legs. Prey making mad dash to safety, a familiar site Kuro often saw in the gyms. "Huuuu~?" Kuro watched, a sickly sweet smile on her face as she watch the girl flail about and pull herself to the ropes with little success.

And... she was actually inching her way to them.

Not by any true distance and definitely not with any degree of efficiency, but... it'd be boring to not give this woman just the smallest fraction of hope. Just the tiniest drop of possible salvation.

And then... "Not yet~"

Kuro fell back, still having a good hold on Amari's left leg and immediately arching her back to force the pressure on Amari's right ankle. The lock was complete. All to do now was wait for Amari to-

"Give up and be Kuro's servant, Yellow-chan!"

[Zeva]

Amari was surprised, she was actually getting closer to the ropes, not too fast, yet at that rate maybe... "Gyaaaahh!" But then Kuro began to truly apply her movement, a world of pain in Amari's legs, at first the girl stopped, immobilized by the pain, but when her rival urged her to surrender and something inside her forced the little heroine to keep moving, even with tears in her eyes and the risk of injury.

Every second it took her to desperately crawl to the ropes was a challenge to her willpower, it didn't really take more than half a minute to get there, but for her it was an eternity.

[dlamp]

Amari's screams had Kuro giving the sweetest of smiles, even as she writhed in agony. She locked in the submission and locked Amari in place with pain. "Huu~ Now give up and accept servitude! Kuro doesn't want a broken toy!" She watched Amari, waiting for the eventual phrase to come out of her mouth, waiting for total surrender and to claim a new victim.

But... instead Amari was moving.

It wasn't fast, and it wasn't even by centimeters, but Amari was still clawing her way to the ropes to go for the rope break. And Kuro pouted. "Huuuu... stop that!" Kuro arched her back a little, torquing the hold a bit more. "Stop fighting back and give!" But even as Kuro tried to keep Amari locked in place she could hear it. The slow murmurs of the crowd slowly coming together as the little heroine made desperate millimeter after desperate millimeter toward the ropes.

"Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force."

No.

NO.

Why were they cheering for her? Why egg on this weak and pathetic wannabe sentai punk and not the one cute and technical wrestler that was winning?

"Tch," Irritation flashed over Kuro's face for a moment. This was going to end. Now.

"Surrendeeer!"

[Zeva]

"Surrendeeer!"

Ungh... No.. Ne..

The pain ran all the way from the heroine's ankle to her dorsal, the risk of injury worried the referee who almost begged the girl to surrender, but she continued, crawling slowly, even if in her imagination the ring could be seen as long as a soccer field, for her it was practically an obligation to fight until the last consequences, especially when the energy of the public pushed her more and more.

"Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force. Yel-low Force."

"N-nev... NEVER!"

Amari screamed as she used all her strength, but no for jump to the ropes as it was espected, continuing to flee was not a worthy way to respond to the public, besides touching the ropes did not guarantee a timely exit and her ankle would not hold it anymore. The only option for the yellow dresses heroine was to fight back, to kick back actually.

One of Amari's legs was well held, but in the midst of her irritation Kuro had neglected the other, with a direct kick to the kneecap of the villain the little hero hoped to free herself, one, two, three, she would kick as many times as it takes. Of course the sudden act of courage could be not ignored by the public and an unintelligible, but unison, ovation resounded throughout the stadium.

[dlamp]

... ... ...

What the hell was this? What the actual hell was going on? Not even two minutes ago Kuro had the crowd giggling and laughing at this wannabe sentai knockoff's pathetic flailing. Kuro was being marveled and awed at for showing the clear difference in their strength and skill. Not even a moment ago this match was nothing more than a comedy act to show off Kuro's abilities while making a fool of Amari. And now they were cheering for her?

"Grh..." Kuro gritted her teeth, her face flashing a dark expression before quickly making a more pouty face to hide the earnest irritation. Amari's refusal to surrender only got the crowd further on her side. Every moment she resisted was another voice cheering Yellow Force's name. The arena was slowly building to a crescendo of support for the heroine's efforts.

"Gh!"

And worse of all, Amari was fighting back.

The she gave aren't hard kicks, more annoying than painful really. But with every pathetic kick that connect more and more of the audience were engaged with the possibility of a comeback. And that wouldn't stand. It couldn't. Kuro was the star her. Kuro was the skilled one going up against a weak little office worker that could barely throw a decent kick.

Why. Was. This. Happening?

"Tch," Kuro dropped the leg. She refused to play this game any further. But at first, the act got a big pop off from the crowd, happen to see the Heroine survive the hold. But then...

"Yaaaah!"

Kuro jumped high, aiming to fall knees first right at Amari's back.

[Zeva]

"Wuaaahh" Kuro's knees sank to both sides of Amari's column, the girl lived hell for a few seconds her eyes rolled back, some saliva jumped out of her mouth and her back bent in such a way that the stadium was silent .

Her back did not break, but the hope of a come back did, the idea that this was a scripted fight where the heroine's victory was assured left the minds of even the most cynical in the audience.

Amari was screwed since Kuro got serious, it was already obvious to everyone, even the referee himself approached Amari just to confirm a K.O. or to ask her for a surrender.

But Amari was not unconscious and when asked if she would give up, she gave a resounding no.

And life returned to the stadium, even if no one was betting a penny on Amari, the girl seemed to have won the hearts of the audience.

[dlamp]

For a moment, for just a split second as Kuro's knees caved in Amari's spine and the girl wailed out her pathetic cry there was a smirk on Kuro's face. A sadistic, elated grin as she caused Amari enough pain to shock the crowd into silence. A cruel move, yes, but it forced the audience to look at reality. This wasn't a staged event of hero and villain playing a game for their amusement. No, it was a systematic slaughter for Kuro's amusement, for Kuro's fame and enjoyment, for Kuro to show off why this never-was heroine should just take her beating and thank Kuro later of her five-seconds of glory. And even if they weren't cheering for Kuro, the lack of support for Amari was a small victory she could take in.

But the gods like fucking with Kuro apparently.

She noticed it. The smallest of twitches from Amari's ravaged body. The small, pained groans she gave as the referee came to check on her condition. She refused surrender. And the crowd exploded at their underdog's revival. The cheers were deafening. It was as if a PPV turnover happened and the crowd was celebrating a championship match.

Seriously, what the actually fuck was happening?

Kuro's face was blank of any expression for a moment. The black rage inside her burned into an inferno of fury. Her eyes, staring with vacancy at Amari's writhing body, raged with murderous intent beyond the white sheet they displayed. That's it. She was done. Done with this match, done with this crowd, and especially done with this pathetic heroine.

Enough.

Forget it. If Kuro couldn't win the crowd anymore, she'd at least win the match. There would be other chances and other weaklings to take advantage of.

The kunoichi marched herself over to Amari with an eerie calmness, her shoulder lightly bumping the referee's as if she forgotten the woman's existence. It earned her a glare, but nothing more. Then, looming over Amari, she snatched her up by the hair and starting to lift her to her feet.

"Stand up."

It was time to finish this punk off.