Mika Yuriko vs. Rose Gold: Last Lightweight Standing

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Miko had no response to the trash talk, the anger in the voice of Rose as she was absolutely spent. She had fought with everything she had and basically had nothing left, something evident with the sheer struggle it took to get her in position.

Her body was a limp sack of potatoes, fighting against Rose every step of the way not that Mika had much say in the matter. But she was eventually worked up and Rose jumped up with the intent to put the nail on this, once and for all!

Of course Rose had not even noticed they took to the air, in her frazzled beaten state things were a blur which did help with it to an extent. When they crashed down onto the table, and the table broke on the impact the shock just seemed to knock her lights out. No pain, no added suffering from the blow just everything going out.

Mika laid flat out, drool off her chin and sweat dripping off her bruised body as she lied totally out of it. The count was almost a formality as there was zero chance she was going to be beating any count.

The referee watched the carnage unfold, still recovering from her own extended blows as she looked at the broken tables and broken bodies with a mix of shock and well concerned. However, she did have a job to do and began the count needed to end this as Mika was currently down.

"One! Two! Three...!"

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold knelt over the desecrated body of her opponent. The table beneath them had been destroyed by Mika's face as it was driven clean through it. The Gold Standard had already ended a number of matches before this one... But none had ever been delivered through a table and onto concrete.

"Haahn~ Just... Stay... Down!" She barked through exhausted panting as she toppled backward and onto her bottom to rest in the splinters of the table. As much as Mika had taken the brunt of the blow, Rose Gold's knees had taken near the same impact... She knew she couldn't stand under her own power. If Mika got up, she was through...

"4... 5... 6..." The referee's count continued.

Meanwhile, Rose Gold kicked at the ground with her boots, pushing herself back against the barricade. Once there, she reached up and took hold of it... Using it to pull herself to her feet. Her thighs quivered and her knees were nearly buckling...

Sweat dripped from her chin and the ends of her hair. Bloody and bruised, she watched the referee continue. With one eye closed she prayed that the violent variant of her finishing maneuver would be enough to win the bout!

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"Nggggggg...zzzzz..."

However, if Rose was to face any risk as it came to Mika possibly rising to her legs again, it was quickly clear that no such concern was necessary. Mika was truly out of it, as that crash through the table had taken the last bit of strength the lightweight had as she now rested in a broken heap.

Lying on the broken bits of table, her own body bruised, sweaty and just showing signs of the war between the two, she was lifeless as the referee continued her count. A soft snore escaped on an oddly peaceful face, trail of drool slid down her chin which she was oblivious towards as everything was just black.

"7...8...9...!" The referee called out, as she carried on the count.

The audience watched with baited breath in case Mika would make one attempt to stand, but apart from an unconscious spasm, she was not getting up and soon the count became a formality.

"10! Ring the bell!"

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The sound of the bell ringing was a release for Rose Gold. Her knees unlocked and she slipped to the floor, kneeling in the splinters of the table. Her tiny body slumped against the barricade that she had previously been holding and her head leaned against it.

Her breath came in slow, labored pants. The bout was done... And the ending had arrived just in time. The lewd lilliputian couldn't have taken another blow, nor could she have dished one out. The two blonde lightweights put their whole bodies into this match. A bout that was contradictory to everything the world had expected of Lightweights at this time. It wasn't a cuddle-off or a tickle fight. The two girls had poured their blood, sweat, and tears into destroying one another. And when the dust cleared, both of them lay in ruin.

But it was Rose Gold whose hand was grasped by the wrist and raised to the heavens by the referee!

The medical team ran out carrying a stretcher for each of the women and began to work. And in the background the announcer exclaimed:

Winner: By KO! Rose Gold!