The moment that the Crusader swept the Shoguness off her feet the crowd fell silent! The sight of the dominant silver haired beauty being held aloft and her seeming disapproval and dismay at her current situation had robbed the people of their senses for but a brief moment. That were moment was then emphasized further as Jeanne de Latimer Hastings then threw herself forward and by proxy her foe, slamming her back first into the canvas with that thunderous impact! A force which was enough to shake the ring ropes as a powerhouse heavyweight slammed another powerhouse heavyweight down as if they were a comet falling from the sky!
Jeanne threw herself back up into a straight stand, her long braid whipping in the air as she stood over the folded up Yutani Oshima. The Knight would raise her right arm up, holding her fist aloft for show of defiance against the cruel regime of this dominant tyrant. The crowd were snapped out of their stunned silence and a wild cheer erupted!
The purple knight knew though that her foe was not slain with such a move. Their exchange had been brief but it had told her how fearsome a foe Yutani was, and she knew she could not be careless. Jeanne would lean down, practically pressing her front against those folded up legs, the arms of the British wrestler would try and scoop up under Yutani's back and hips, as she would then flex her powerful legs, with a deep breath and a determined look aimed right down at the face of the samurai, Jeanne would then attempt to assert her defiance against Yutani with another display of power, as she sought to rip her clean off the mat and hoist her up into the air, on her shoulders for but a brief enough moment to attempt to drive Yutani down into the center of the ring with a dead-lift powerbomb! Spoiler
A white-hot, electric agony seared through Yutani’s spine, radiating from the brutal impact of the Alabama Slam. The crash had rattled the very bones of the ring, and for a moment, she lay there—motionless, breath shuddering, limbs lax against the canvas. The roar of the crowd was nothing but a dull, distant thing, swallowed beneath the pulsing ache in her back. How dare she? The thought clawed at the edges of her mind, even as her muscles twitched in protest against the force of the blow. Above her, Jeanne loomed, standing victorious, fist raised in defiant declaration. The very air of the arena seemed to shift—where once there had been awe at Yutani’s control, there was now a rallying cry for the knight who had defied her.
Unacceptable.
Yutani’s fingers curled against the mat, slow, deliberate. The predator in her bristled, enraged at this moment of vulnerability. No one defied the Shoguness and went unpunished. And yet, A shadow fell over her. Jeanne was already descending, her presence a heavy, oppressive thing as she pressed forward, her strong arms sliding beneath Yutani’s back and hips. The warmth of her opponent’s body bled through their minimal separation, muscles flexing, tightening, claiming her. The breath of the knight, measured and steady, washed over Yutani’s face as Jeanne seized her. Yutani’s teeth clenched. No. No, no, no. She would not be hoisted like some offering!
But her body, battered from the slam, did not respond as quickly as her fury. Before she could ground herself, before she could fight back, she felt it—a shift in gravity. The ring blurred beneath her as she was torn from the mat, ripped clean into the air by brute force alone. Jeanne’s strength, raw and undeniable, surged through Yutani’s body like a violent uprising, her silver locks whipping around her face as she was hoisted up.
"AAAAAGH!" Yutani’s scream tore through the air as she was driven into the canvas with seismic force. The impact was cataclysmic, a sickening shockwave that thundered through the ring as Yutani's back collided with the canvas. The sheer force of it forced her body into an arch before she collapsed, sprawled in the wreckage of the powerbomb, her silver hair splayed in disarray around her.
Instinct surged through her battered body, her pride refusing to let her remain vulnerable for long. With a sharp inhale, a grimace twisting across her lips, Yutani forced herself to withdraw. The impact had sent her skidding just far enough to grant her a moment’s reprieve, and she seized it. A desperate, calculated roll carried her toward the ropes, her body slipping beneath them before she tumbled to the outside, landing in an unceremonious sprawl. A tactical maneuver. Not a retreat. That was what she told herself as she pressed her palms against the cold ringside floor, forcing air into her lungs. She needed space, even if it would only likely be a few seconds before Jeanne would be upon her again, seconds before the fight for dominance resumed.
