Overcoming Fire (Hangaku vs. Yoko)

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"Haah..." Hangaku whipped herself right back up to standing after her kick landed, taking a quick step back and bouncing on the balls of her feet to keep the adrenaline up. So far things were going her way. She even had Yoko on her knees. She had to move fast and press onward while she still had openings. Submissions were looking more and more applicable, but the Warrior didn't need a surprise second-wind from Yoko through her off. Okay then... She wasn't a fan of switching up styles like this, but it'd take everything in her martial arsenal to bring someone of this size down.

She brought her hands up to her face, a leg brought forward at an angle with her knee up. A muay thai stance. Here goes. Hangaku rushed forward, pushing off on her front foot to jump before bring her back leg and knee forward for a sharp and piercing knee strike to Yoko's face while she knelt.

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Hangaku took a second to form a plan in her head and change her stance to move towards Yoko for her next attack...but unfortunately for her, this is all that Yoko needed to counter her foe.

She quickly blocked the knee strike to her head, and, from her folded leg, propelled herself forward, trying to ram her shoulder into Hangaku's stomach for a short range Spear!

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"Tc-" By the time Hangaku saw Yoko move to block it was too late to try a feint. Her body was too far in motion and she couldn't even swerve herself to redirect the shot. A short hiss left her as Hangaku's knee failed to connect to the right target, gritting her teeth as she felt her body tilt back against Yoko's weight. Her eyes narrowed, her stomach nearly caving at the slam into her body the pushed her back.

"Gruh!" A groan forced its way out of the Warrior's lips, shooting her back a good distance before she slammed to the ground. "G-Gh..." No good, that harsh blow had her stunned. She could only grit her teeth and try and shake it off.

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Hangaku was speared by Yoko off the canvas. The grunt of air escaping the lightweight’s lungs finally brought smile to Yoko’s face:

”Time for some real fun now…”, she said as she licked her lips, grabbing Hangaku by her hair, back up to her feet, before shoving her head under her arm, and hooking her arms, marching her towards a ring corner with her back facing the middle of the ring…

…before trying to wholesale throw the lightweight across the ring over to another side of it with a Butterfly Suplex!

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"Aa-" There was little fighting it. Hangaku's stunned and pained body could only follow Yoko's movements as she was painfully pulled up to her feet for a forced match to the corner, wincing as she hair pinched and pulled at her scalp in the rough treatment and began to fray. "Damn you!" It was the small bit of resistance the woman could squeeze out before she was shoved headfirst under Yoko's arm. she tried to struggle further, but the movement of her arms was halted, forced upward at an awkward angle as her shoulders sent small jolts of pain.

And then, Hangaku flew.

Her smaller body was sent straight into the air with little resistance as Yoko hoisted her up. The moment her feet left the ground the Warrior's jaw tightened and her body instinctively prepared for the crash to come. The force alone was terrifyingly strong, and Hangaku's body was already moving just past the center of the ring. Even with preparation this fall was going to hurt.

"GRUK-!"

And Hangaku body bounced as her back slammed the mat, the thud alone sending the crowd into silence. The second impact was a lighter, one Hangaku literally rolled with and softened what might had been near-fatal damage. But the damage was clear to see, the first touchdown had the Warrior clutch her back with one hand, biting her lip and taking slow breaths to keep herself calm and awake. She was near ropes. She just had to try and pull herself up and maybe she could recover for a moment.

If her opponent was merciful.

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Finally, things were going in Yoko’s favor.

Finally, the blonde could mock someone. In a long long time, she didn’t have an opponent whom she could belittle, insult…and quite simply bully.

Whistling, she put her hand over her forehead:

”Whew! Two jumps? I can do better than that with this small fry!”

The crowd booed Yoko’s comment, as she cackled her evil laugh, seeing Hangaku take a moment to recover from the vicious impact from the suplex:

”Oh, you are just a perfect opponent! Why, you are setting yourself perfectly for my next attack!”

Yoko then broke into a run, planning to ram her foot into Hangaku’s face as it was pressed against the turnbuckle while she rose, planning to hit her with a Big Boot in the corner - Yakuza Kick!

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"Grn!" Just as Hangaku finally clutched the ropes she stopped in place to turn and glare. She said no words, made no retort, only shooting Yoko a sharp, darkened glare at as her red pupils shrank in icy fury. A look that had the few members of the crowd who saw it shrink back in silence. Arrogant punk. But a stern glare alone didn't stop Yoko from charging forward. It didn't halt her already gathering momentum. And it certainly didn't give Hangaku enough time to fully get herself standing.

"GHRA-!!"

And it didn't keep Yoko's foot from shoving Hangaku into the turnbuckle of the ring face first, making her body jolt over to the side as her vision flashed white for a split second. "A-Aah..." Pain. Pain exploded around both sides of her face, one eye forced shut against the corner while the other started to bruise and swell from the impact of the kick. Her arms and legs went limp for a second before the Warrior forced herself to take labored, heavy breaths to keep herself conscious, forcing her one eye to meet Yoko's in defiance.

She wasn't out yet. Not mentally at least.

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Her foe's eye started to swell and change color after Yoko removed her boot from her face, the blonde smiling at the pain she was dishing out on her opponent. She did see the other eye defiantly looking her way, Yoko smirking:

"Oh! You are still in the fight! Amazing...let me give you a big hug for that!"

The blonde's arms wrapped around her rival's body, trying to squeezing at her back...before throwing her once more, over her head, with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex!

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Hangaku propped herself up against the turnbuckle, forcing herself to keep from falling over as Yoko removed her boot from the Warrior's face, still glaring, still defiant. Yet Yoko's words weren't the congratulations for Hangaku's resilence. No, the woman's smile and tone were far too dark for that. And as Yoko forced Hangaku's body into her arms she gritted her teeth, readying herself mind for a tight and harsh bearhug.

But Yoko had something crueler in mind.

Hangaku's jaw tightened as the squeeze started crushing her body, but the sudden shifted in gravity nearly blanked her mind. It wasn't the maneuver she expect, and with her body coiled up in Yoko's grip there was no chance to use ukemi to try and soften the blow. It was a fast and harrowing drop to the mat.

"Graah!" And even the crowd groaned at the harsh slam. Hangaku's vision blurred for a moment as her back and body took the full brunt of Yoko's suplex. "G-Gaaah..." Hangaku's eyes blinked rapidly, her legs almost mindlessly pushing to force her body to move and stay in the fight. Dammit, need to move... But despite her mind's desire, her body didn't react.

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The vicious overhead Belly-to-Belly left Hangaku a gasping, barely moving mess on the mat, as the smiling Heavyweight approached her:

”What’s wrong little one?”

As she asked that question with a cruel edge, she drove her boot into her foe’s stomach:

”Your friend got you in over your head and now you are paying for their mistake? My, my…”

With each “my”, she grinded her boot on her downed rival’s stomach: ”It doesn’t do with having such bad friends you know? But don’t worry…you could become friends with plenty of other girls I crushed! Now, just stay down a little bit for me…there’s a good lady!”

Yoko would shift her boot from Hangaku’s stomach to her chest, before Yoko, face changed to a demonic, soulless expression in an instant, would rasp at at the ref girl: ”Count…”