Uriel C. Vs. Nariko H. - Too Much Power

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Nariko rose quickly, and looked around with haste. Was this an elaborate ruse, about to be broken up by some outsider?

No, she was over such thought. Regardless of the reasons why, she had her foe under her thumb already. And given her sleepy, somewhat insulting demeanour at the start of this encounter, Nariko was adamant she was going to teach Uriel a lesson. Painfully, if needs be.

Snarling as she came to her feet, Nariko looked once more to work Uriel in a way that best showcased her shocking amount of might. Stepping to the woman's lower half, her hands would extend to hook around Uriel's thighs one at a time, for what seemed to be the set-up for a Boston Crab. Only Nariko didn't seek a submission attempt at all...

Instead, she'd turn suddenly, legs in tow, to pull Uriel with her and near enough force her from the ground!

A rare Nariko-given giant swing soon performed before the crowd, as Nariko looked to perform a full rotation to truly add some distance to her throw! And damn near toss Uriel across the ring!

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The crowd marveled at Nariko's Herculean showing of strength, treating the muscular Spaniard as if she were a malleable object. Twisting and turning her pillable body however Nariko was fit! as Uriel weakly groaned as a form of protest before she was lifted off the ground and spun around. Her arms pathetically flailing while her mouth was agape in a drooling pout, being made into a fool with relative ease and to add a humiliating cherry on top-Uriel was sent flying almost across the squared circle!

Uriel crash-landed against a turnbuckle; The back of her dome hit a lower turnbuckle with a sickening thud-her entire body thrusted outwards her wide eyes as the sun as she took in a few convulsive gasps before her eyes fluttered slightly and she slouched against the turnbuckle with her arms draped over the ropes. Her eyes glazed over and expression vacant, she was near unconscious. A humiliating position for Uriel!

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Nariko was simply moving because she felt she had to now - her frame poised to deliver some more damage, despite the fact she was not getting at all what she wanted. A part of her imagined Uriel rising, and fighting back to give her the fight she desired. She had the frame for it after all!

But the greater part of Nariko simply believed Uriel had swam too far out of the shallows, and gone against a foe that was simply too much for her. Why else would she be such a ragdoll?!

Standing before Uriel with a good few feet to spare, Nariko opted to kick off her feet and pace at the muscular beauty draped in the corner. Kicking off her left leg after momentum was built, Nariko would look to drive her right knee straight into the downed Uriel's torso and collarbone, given her position in the bottom of that corner simply couldn't have been better for it!

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Uriel was like a piece of dough for Nariko to do whatever she desired to do. Becoming more clear as the match carried on. Nariko drove her right knee onto Uriel. Uriel's response being a rather weak one, as she simply jolted slightly and groaned in pain.

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With Uriel in the corner, and Nariko having near enough bounced off of her, the pinkette opted to see if she could force a response from the toned beauty with a move of a more submission based variety.

Pulling at Uriel's legs the moment she got to her own knees, Nariko would forcibly yank her foe from the safety of the ropes, with either leg under a armpit. Given her posture it was hardly a shock for what came next, as the pinkette turned Uriel over with her raised leg going over her - to leave the muscle bound beauty in a double legged boston crab, with Nariko's strong arms trying to damn near break both legs!

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Her generous bossom rested against the dirty mat, Uriel's entire body glistening in sweat as the Pinkette bended her body at an unnatural angle that disgusted many in the audience at the sheer horrific body manipulation at play here. Uriel's entire lower body screamed in pain. Not being able to do anything but lay there as Nariko was crushing Uriel's thick, powerful legs. However, instead of trying to push herself up and stand on her palms, Uriel...


Just laid there. Arms by her side, twitching ever so slightly and her face resting sideways, her plump cheek mushing against the mat with drool trickling down her closed mouth and onto her nostrils and face. Uriel expression was blank like always, droopy eyes and all. The only difference being the pool of drool filling up beneath cheek and her arms twitching and jerking. Uriel had possibly passed out from the intense pain.

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Nariko didn't hold back - if Uriel was holding out on her, Nariko was going to force so much pain on the muscular gals body that there would be no choice for her to retaliate. Arms flexing with all their might, it was becoming apparent why the pinkette seldom used submission moves. It almost made things too easy.

Turning her head once more as best she could, Nariko could only bare witness to the fact Uriel wasn't struggling at all.

Was she no selling her?

No, impossible, she figured.

Was she simply stunned by the pain?

That seemed more likely.

Though as the referee swooped in for a check on the torqued frame, Nariko slowly began to register the third possibility. Had she passed out?

With the referee seemingly looking for an arm to raise and check, Nariko opted to release her hold altogether, and let those legs fall back to the canvas. Before stepping away, as if to give the referee the space she needed.

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The official fervently checked on Uriel, snapping her fingers close to Uriel's motionless face. She shifted her head both ways and started the count.

"1"
Not even a twitch as drool continued to pool up on the mat.

"2"

Uriel's eyes still half-open, she hadn't blinked in so long a fly could land on them and do its business.


"3"


Official without peered over Uriel's body thinking she saw movement--but it was a false flag.



"4-oh-"

Uriel a small coo floated out of her mouth as she spread her arms to shoulder width and slowly pushed herself up on one wobbily knee.

"5!" The official chanted, promptly resuming the count after seeing some life in Uriel however, she was still on the ground and not on both feet yet.

"6!"
Uriel got on one knee, darting her eyes to Nariko with an expressionless almost confused gaze with her mouth slack jawed with drool still trickling down from her jaw.

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Nariko stood perfectly still - nay, she rested her rear side on the nearest ropes with one arm over it. The woman didn't look impressed at all, and now she was beginning to lose all aspects of seriousness. Uriel was evidently out of her league and then some, and that was it. Or maybe he was simply a masochrist.

Or maybe both.

Either way, the match was soon to be over, with Nariko tutting almost at the fact the referee didn't simply call it. It wasn't as if Uriel was going to rise any tim-

"Oh."

A little surprised sound came from Nariko as she turned her head once more, to find Uriel moving to her feet if slowly. Eyes to Nariko yet as unfocused as could be, Uriel didn't look fit to continue at all. A trait that annoyed Nariko to no end, given the referee seemed to disagree.

"What a joke..." Nariko hummed to herself, though it was more than audible enough for the referee to hear. And indeed she did, what with a sour sideways glance shared towards the pinkette. One that went amiss, given Nariko was promptly on Uriel yet again.

Reaching for her neck and shoulders with quite an aggressive thrust, Nariko looked to side-step to the still kneeling heavyweights side, with her arms twisting to hook around Uriel's head fully. From there, she'd seek to force Uriel's head under her armpit, even forcing her to rise if need be, with the crowd looking on at an imagined dragon-sleeper.

Only instead of work another hold, Nariko looked to simply fall back. And drive Uriel's skull into the canvas, for an inverted DDT.

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Uriel's was darted on the ground for the DDT. Her head hitting the bullseye that was the canvas. Her body nearly did a headstand before crumpling like a Marionette doll with her powerful legs over her head and her generous bossom squshing up against her face, almost suffocating her. Only small, quiet, moaning noises parted from Uriel's lips.