An Acrobat Tightropes over The Defiant Darkness! Mikoto Yakamura vs Damica-Vianne Voland

[Kookio]

After stumbling a little, Mikoto was furious by the fact that this girl just wouldn't go down! She rushed in towards her opponent, having gave up entirely on defense. This would be her biggest misstep yet because while she thought she would get the upper hand again, she let her anger and fury blind her and that resulted in her tunnel visioning in on her attack. Her recklessness would result in Damica's fist slamming into her stomach so hard she was sent straight into the turnbuckle.

She gasped out, threatening to crumple to the floor but her arms managed to catch herself as she leaned against the turnbuckle in a dazed fashion. Her stomach was most certainly going to be bruised after a strong armed punch like that.

[NoChill27]

Damica watched with satisfaction as Mikoto stumbled, clearly enraged by her inability to bring her down. This was her chance! Without a second thought, Damica charged forward, her focus solely on her opponent's vulnerable state.

Closing the distance between them, Damica would then launch her fist towards Mikoto's stomach, delivering a powerful blow that sent her crashing into the turnbuckle. The impact would reverberate through the ring, and Damica could see the pain etched on Mikoto's face.

With Mikoto gasping for breath, Damica wasted no time. She lunged forward, her body propelled by a surge of adrenaline, aiming to bring Mikoto down to the mat. The tackle was executed flawlessly, sending Mikoto sprawling onto the floor with a thud.

Damica's eyes gleamed with determination as she quickly straddled Mikoto, asserting her dominance. She positioned herself perfectly, her legs wrapping around Mikoto's head, creating an powerful scissorhold. The pressure intensified, constricting Mikoto's neck and amplifying the pain coursing through her battered body.

"Having fun down there?" Damica sneered, her voice dripping with contemp. She maintained her grip, squeezing with a controlled strength, eager to break Mikoto's spirit and force her into submission.

Spoiler

[Kookio]

Before she could recover from the previous hit, her opponent wasted no time making sure Mikoto went crashing to the floor with the second hit to her stomach which crushed her against the turnbuckle she was leaning against.”GYUH!” she yelped in pain before her figure was thrown to the floor and properly put in a harsh head scissors. With her body squirming in pain, she began to cry out, her hands grabbing onto her opponent’s thighs tightly as she tried to figure out some type of escape. But there was none at the moment. So her arms began to flail for the nearby ropes, attempting to pull the two of them to there so she could get a rope break somehow.

[NoChill27]

As Mikoto writhed in agony, her feeble attempts to escape Damica's powerful hold only served to amuse her. The pain etched on the Japanese's face only fueled Damica's desire to assert dominance over her.

Her desperate cries and the grip of her hands on Damica's thighs were nothing more than futile gestures. The french woman knew she was searching for a way out, a glimmer of hope. But she had no intentions of granting Mikoto any reprieve. Damica was determined to make her suffer, to break her spirit beneath the might of her legs.

And as exepected, her one arm that remained barely free tried to reach out for the nearby rope, but she was not going to let that happen. Damica tightened her vice-like hold, denying her any respite. With every fiber of her being, Damica showcased the power of my legs, ensuring Mikoto felt the crushing force of her muscles against her fragile form. Her face would then smothered in her rear, to silence any screams she would let out.

[Kookio]

Mikoto winced in pain as she struggled within Damica’s grip more desperately once she realized she couldn’t make it to the ropes. But as time went one, Mikoto’s squirms would slowly become less and less until her body would become limp, darkness creeping around the edges of the Defiant Darkness’ vision while she succumbed to unconsciousness temporarily.

[NoChill27]

As Mikoto's struggles grew more intense, Damica could feel her opponent's desperation mounting. The determination to resist and fight back was evident in Mikoto's attempts to escape Damica's hold.

However, Damica knew that such resistance wouldn't last forever. As time passed, Mikoto's squirms began to lose their vigor, and her body weakened under the relentless hold of Damica's powerful legs, and eventually the not so-Defiant Darkness finally went unconscious.

Seeing her opponent went lip, Damica released her hold. Taking a moment to enjoy her handiwork, the French woman the climbed unto Mikoto's unconscious body. She dragged her tongue up the unconscious Mikoto's neck, towards her cheeks and finally onto her lips as she sealed her victory with a kiss.

[Kookio]

Winner: Damica-Vianne Voland