Jeanne Hastings Vs. Yutani Oshima - Armor and Honor: The Knight and the Samurai

[Devastated]

The defiant Crusader rose to her feet before the nine count could be reached, she had avoided a defeat by ring out and judging by the look on the Shoguness face. It seemed as if she had not anticipated the purple haired woman to make it back into the squared circle in time. She huffed out, droplets of sweat were speck across her forehead, her breath was heavy as she held her gaze firm at Yutani Oshima.

Jeanne's focus was fixed on the silver haired veteran, she steadied her breathing as she listened to Yutani's words. She clicked her tongue at the older woman's comment. " Let's see if you'll manage to get another chance then..." Jeanne spoke, as if edging Yutani on to come at her. The British woman watched that body of the Shoguness as it shot towards her, there was a finesse to the brutal efficiency of Yutani's surge as she lunged towards the Crusader! If Jeanne's focus had not been raised from her pure desire to show the Shoguness that she was not one to be trifled with...and her time doing Greco-Roman wrestling before settling on this pro-wrestling path, then perhaps she wouldn't have had a way to counter such a skillful and well honed attempt.

However, the Crusader's body reacted quickly! Her lower body inched backwards as her upper body leaned forward, her right arm latched around the incoming Yutani's neck as she went for a Sprawl takedown counter! Both women became more grounded, as Jeanne followed along with Yutani's spear attempt and instead threw her weight down against the shoulder blades of the Silver haired woman, pressing her down as she tried to force her down.

The actions of Jeanne would be as swift as Yutani's, as her arms looked to latch together and squeeze as she tried to transition this sprawl into a guillotine style frontal choke! Trying to transition and roll them over so Yutani would be on her lower back and rear with Jeanne ending up on her knees, seated on her foe's thighs, seeking to clinch in the Guillotine choke even more tightly!

[DropKix]

One second, she was a blade in flight—silver, seething, divine. The next, her momentum was stolen, twisted, turned inward in the blink of an eye. The Crusader had caught her! With the fluid precision of a trained grappler, Jeanne’s body dipped, an elegant sprawl sinking low, and then snared the Shoguness mid-air. The sound was not one of impact, but of control being stolen. The Shoguness's back arched, hips writhing under the pressure. Her boots scrambled for traction, her fists briefly pounding the mat before she clenched her jaw and shoved the pain down. Her silver hair clung to her temples in damp strands. Her lips parted in a low, guttural snarl, voice cracking with disdain and breathlessness.

“You wretched little—ghrk!”

Her body jolted as the Crusader's arms coiled tight, a guillotine choke winding around her throat like a vice grip. Her spine arched beneath Jeanne’s weight, feet kicking out wildly against the canvas as her body was forced to roll over back first on the mat, her once regal frame now writhing like a cornered serpent. The muscles of her neck strained, glistening, corded with resistance as she jerked and twisted, head tucked, chin driven down in a desperate bid to create space. It was as if the very essence of life was being choked out of her!

But the flame was not out. Not yet.

With a guttural growl, Yutani shifted, her left arm bracing her body on the mat. And then her right hand slammed forward with a series of rapid-fire punches, low and cruel, her knuckles driving deep into Jeanne’s ribcage, just beneath the swell of her breast. Each strike was fueled by raw disdain and surgical knowledge, aiming for the floating ribs, the diaphragm, anywhere she could make the Crusader flinch. Pain wasn’t just punishment, it was leverage she desperately needed in order to regain her freedom from this unexpected reversal!

[Devastated]

Jeanne's body was coiled and ready to receive her foe and the second that the Shoguness launched herself forward, with the speed of a snake ready to strike Jeanne's arm latched around that head and she sprawled backwards with her lower body, her upperbody pressing down against the shoulders of her opponent. The sound of boots skidding against the mat as Yutani scrambled for traction. Jeanne heard the snarl from the Silver haired woman, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she silenced the veteran's words with a tight squeeze around that neck and throat as the Guillotine Choke was cinched in firmly!

Next part happened too quickly for even the crowd, who seemed surprised as Jeanne rolled Yutani and her over and took the top position, she would lean backwards as she tightened her hold further! The feeling of the older woman struggling, shifting and jerked within her grip fueled Jeanne to try and make the hold as tightly locked as she could!

Though it was clear that Yutani wasn't going to take this hold without a fight! The right hand of the silver haired beauty hammered away against the ribcage of the Crusader, a pained groan escaped Jeanne's mouth with each mighty blow striking at her ribs, even a couple nailing her in the side of her generously sized boob! "Grkh!" She grunted out in both pain and anger. She clinched, but she did not let up! At least not yet...Jeanne's tried to reaffirm her hold with a mighty squeeze upon that neck and throat. However, it only served as a momentary distraction as she sought to slide her other arm in under Yutani's striking arm, then releasing that choke, her other arm would slide in under Yutani's arm! She aimed to transition the hold into a butterfly lock clasping her hands together behind Yutani's back and forcing those shoulder blades of her foe to grind together! Though the Crusader had no intention of stopping there, she would place the sole of her right boot against the canvas and then proceed to push upwards!

The purple clad wrestler would start to rise up, moving to a stand and aiming to drag Yutani up with her! "UP!" Jeanne practically barked an order at the Shoguness as she then sought to bend her legs by the knees and summon her strength to try and lift the Japanese fighter into the air, going for a throw as she sought to slam Yutani down with a butterfly suplex!

[DropKix]

The Crusader moved with frightening discipline. Even beneath the throb of Yutani’s fists, even with her body rocked and her breath stuttered, Jeanne shifted, her arms snaking inward, sliding under Yutani’s striking limb with mechanical precision. And then, click, like a lock snapping shut, the chokehold was gone... replaced with something worse.

Yutani felt it instantly: her arms pried back, her shoulders driven inward with a grinding, possessive intimacy. The butterfly lock bit into her with cruel intentions, clasped tight behind her back, grinding her shoulder blades together in a prayer made of pain. Her spine bowed in reflex, lips parted in a sharp gasp that turned ragged as her chest was forced outward. She twitched beneath her tormentor, legs kicking in protest as the pressure deepened. Her neck arched, silver hair sticking to her throat and cheeks, her moans split between pain and fury. Jeanne’s firm frame atop hers was as inescapable as it was oppressive. Heat, muscle and merciless resolve smothered her feeble attempts at resistance and muffled her pathetic pained cries.

"Nnngh... You dare—!"

The boot stomped down, and up she was dragged. Every muscle in Yutani’s body screamed. Her boots skidded, stumbling in forced rhythm with Jeanne’s rise, her arms still wrenched back unnaturally. The Shoguness’s breath came in hot, short bursts, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling as her balance was stolen. Her face twisted, silver strands clinging to her sharp cheekbones, her eyes wide with the fury of a goddess being humbled before the altar of brute strength.

And then it happened. Jeanne lifted.

For a heartbeat, Yutani was weightless, trapped in a cruel silhouette, her body arched in submission, her regal presence fractured midair. The hold compressed her shoulders, bent her in half, and then gravity claimed her.

"UUUAAAARGH!"

The canvas shuddered beneath the butterfly suplex. Yutani’s body slammed down hard, her spine folding like parchment, her legs flinging upward before collapsing in a graceless sprawl. Her arms remained twisted behind her, her frame trembling from the whiplash of the landing. Pain bloomed across her back and shoulders, nerves ablaze in a screaming bloom of white as the once mighty Empress let out an anguished cry of pain!

[Devastated]

The Shoguness so far had proved to not be an easy opponent, she was strong and ruthless...enough so that Jeanne was already thinking of her as a vile tyrant of a heel which she had to overcome no matter what! Her sense of honor and duty had been challenged, which had emboldened her to push through the pain! Her ribs hurt, a stinging pain which was followed by a dull ache after each of the silver haired heavyweight's mighty blows...Yet she pressed on and found her way to prevent further blows!

Locking those arms of the Shoguness together by their shoulder blades earned Jeanne that gasp of pain from the older woman. She felt her foe's reaction to the shift in hold turn more erratic, wilder kicks and it seemed clear that the butterfly lock had earned Jeanne the control she desired over the veteran! Barking her order, she began to pull Yutani up and rose them both up to their feet in a show of force from the Crusader....one which was elevated much further as the purple haired woman heaved the silver haired woman up into the air, display her own power one that perhaps rivaled Yutani's own strength! Then with force she brought her down for that butterfly suplex! The impact caused the ring ropes to bounce as the two heavyweight's met the canvas with the Shoguness taking the brunt of the impact!

Jeanne unhooked Yutani's arms as she rolled over onto her front, pushing up to her hands and knees. Her eyes looked over at the downed rival before her...she huffed out, a slight smirk on her lips as she would push up to her knees, her right hand reached out to grab at the short silver hair of Yutani and use her grip on that mane to guide her foe up to her knees, so that they'd be facing one another...she'd continue to guide Yutani up to her feet as the Crusader rose as well.

"Once more Yutani. Up!" Jeanne barked another order as she attempted to wrap her arms around the fellow heavyweight, trying to latch her into a tight hug. With the large bosom of the British wrestler pushing against the impressive pair of the Japanese wrestlers. With a heave, Jeanne sought to pick Yutani off her feet and lift her up into a fierce bearhug, where the mighty arms of the Crusader would flex, she gnashed her teeth as she put as much power as she could into the act of Squeezing the frame of the Shoguness as if she was trying to wring her dry!

[DropKix]

Yutani’s spine still sang with the shock of the suplex, like a hot, aching tremor that radiated down her limbs like aftershocks of a quake. Her body lay in a regal ruin: one leg splayed wide, the other bent awkwardly at the knee, back arched in a silent rictus of pain. Her silver hair clung to her cheekbones, and her chest rose and fell with sharp, shallow breaths, each one a reminder of the hell Jeanne had just driven her through. But consciousness did not yet flee her. No, Yutani remained anchored in the agony, sulking in it but still unable to act.

“Hhhhhnn...”

A low, sultry gasp, raw with pain, seeped from the lips of the Shoguness as her hair was wrenched, her body arching involuntarily as she was guided upward. Her knees dragged beneath her, unwillingly worshipping at Jeanne’s feet as she was pulled upright like a puppet on invisible strings. Her thighs trembled, her arms hung slack, the toll of punishment already bruising her dignity, but her gaze… her gaze burned through her lashes like a blazing inferno of indignation.

And yet, that did little to prevent Yutani's feet suddenly being lifted from the canvas, her body crushed into a brutal embrace.

The bearhug.

Her ribs screamed in protest as Jeanne's arms encircled her like a python’s coils, merciless, flexed, unyielding. Their chests mashed together in a clash of proud curves and tortured breath, breast against breast, muscle to muscle, sweat mingling between the folds of their gear. Her head snapped back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as her back was bent into an agonizing arc. Her legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely grazing the canvas, as though she were being hoisted up to be offered to the crowd in her suffering.

“GAAAAAARGH—!”

Her cry rang through the arena above the clamor of the crowds, her teeth gritted, lips curled in a snarl of anguish as her neck lolled backward, exposing her glistening brow to the unforgiving rafters above. Her body twitched under the unbearable pressure, every muscle flexing, every sinew screaming. Her thighs quivered with tension. A sharp jolt of pain stabbed through her lower back, her body twitching like a dying flame in the wind. Her breath came in ragged pants now, Her mountainous mounds strained against the press of her foe’s, the pain bordering on something almost obscene in its intensity.

The crowd roared. The ring seemed to blur around her. Her vision shimmered with stars. But her nails clawed into Jeanne’s shoulders, not in desperation, but defiance. Her eyes, glassier now, but defiant still, locked onto Jeanne’s with something primal. A queen might bend. But she would never break.

Not in this hold. Not in her arms.

Not yet.

[Devastated]

Hauling her opponent up to her feet was only the first step of Joan's plan, she was meaning to pay Yutani back for the earlier torture rack with a power submission move of her own, a hold in which she could bot torment and bring pain upon her silver haired foe, as well as flaunt her power and strength over the Shoguness! Clearly competitiveness had started to settle into the battle between the two heavyweights, or at least within the Knight! She coiled her arms firmly around the impressive body of Yutani, and with a show of force she hoisted her foe up into the air and began to squeeze! The bearhug was locked in tightly, and she felt the body of Yutani tremble against her own. The loud gasp of pain, the feeling of the older woman's sweaty frame pressed firmly against her own, the flexing of the Shoguness' own muscles. All of it felt rather delightful, the sensation of Yutani's body struggling against her own spurred the knight onward!

Joan would tighten her hold, her arms coiling further and tighter as she sought to squeeze upon Yutani's frame without mercy! She felt the hands of the Shoguness grab at her shoulders, the nails digging into her bare skin. Jeanne's eyes met with her rivals, the unbending queen remained defiant...The Crusader returned with a confident gaze, eyes that spoke how assured she was of her current dominant position. A slight smirk tugging at her lips.

The purple clad woman would take a step forward...then another, as she practically began to parade around the ring with Yutani in her grip! " The Indomitable Shoguness! Trapped for all to see." The Crusader decided to pay Yutani back, with words as well...before she took to speed up her steps, building up to a charge as she sought to ram them straight into the corner, her intention was to come in like a freight train and drive Yutani's back right into the corner with the younger wrestler's frame sandwiching the Shoguness body between the corner post and the knight's body!

[DropKix]

Each heartbeat sent fresh agony radiating outward from Yutani's spine. The bearhug had evolved from just being a mere submission hold. It was a declaration, a display, a spectacle of domination that Jeanne was all too eager to parade across the canvas like a trophy. The Shoguness’s entire body lurched with each step, jolted in the Crusader’s arms like a ragdoll. She felt the mat sway beneath her as she was paraded around the ring, her back bowed in helpless display, her limbs limp and trembling. The crowd roared at the sight, hungry and savage. Cameras flashed. And Jeanne, like a knight presenting a conquered queen, held her high for all to see.

Her legs dangled in the air, knees twitching, silver boots trembling inches above the mat. The Shoguness writhed in the Crusader’s arms, her lithe form bucking, her waist twisting in vain, each effort only met with a tighter cinch, a firmer squeeze, until her spine bowed like a drawn yumi, quivering with strain. Her lavish curves mashed mercilessly against Jeanne’s own ample bust, their bodies tangled in a war of pride and pain, sweat-slick flesh gliding against each other beneath taut, soaked fabric. Her ample chest heaved with ragged gasps, breasts flattened and smeared against Jeanne’s own in a suffocating, intimate crush.

“Ghhhaaa—AHHHHHH! You—hnnngh—wretched—”

Another gasp tore from her throat, this one breathier, wetter, caught halfway between a moan and a growl as Jeanne’s python grip constricted even tighter. Yutani’s nails raked down Jeanne’s shoulders now, not just clawing, but clinging, her fingers trembling as if trying to find something—anything—to anchor herself to.

Suddenly Jeanne’s pace quickened. Yutani felt it and knew exactly what was coming. A buildup that spelled out inevitable pain.

Yutani’s back slammed into the turnbuckles with cataclysmic force, her body sandwiched between unyielding steel and the full, charging weight of the Crusader. Her mouth flew open, but no sound came, just the violent shudder of her lungs collapsing. Her eyes rolled back for a split second, pain flashing white behind them like lightning splitting the skull. Her body jolted like a struck drum, echoing with shockwaves. Her ribs throbbed. Her neck slackened. Her arms trembled against Jeanne’s shoulders—no longer clawing, now barely holding on as the iron-willed mind of the mighty Shoguness fought furiously to reign in the immense heat and hurt of her damaged body pinned against the turnbuckles.

[Devastated]

The stinging sensation of her shoulders being scratched by Yutani's nail had been drowned out completely at the satisfaction she felt at crushing and parading this evil queen around the ring, the cheers of the masses who saw Jeanne repay the boastful acts of Yutani with boastful acts of her own, showing off Yutani's frame and marching around the squared circle! The purple haired powerhouse couldn't deny the feeling of the older woman's powerful frame being crushed and pressed against her own, the sweat soaked bodies grinding together as their curves were set against one another in a tight close quarters contest.

The gasp of the red and black clad Shoguness signaled to the Crusader that it was time to end the hug! She rushed forward and drove Yutani back first into the corner turnbuckle, smashing and flattening the Japanese woman's body between her own and the ring post! She stayed pressed and leaned into Yutani Oshima's frame. Close enough to whisper into Yutani's ear. " I wonder who's agony sweetened the air the most?" She'd mockingly ask, as she kept her frame pressed tightly and firm up against Yutani's, keeping her against the corner.

Of course though, the referee was not about to have a prolonged corner action going. This match did have rules to be followed after all, she stepped up to the two heavyweight women and would explain that a rope break was in order. Jeanne would release an annoyed huff...she knew the rules and knew that she wasn't supposed to abuse them. Releasing Yutani from her arms as she would slide them away from the veteran before she'd start to step back letting the Shoguness have a breather as per the rules. The referee didn't even have to start the rope break count...Only now would Jeanne notice the clawing scratch marks on her shoulders, she'd click her tongue and throw a slight glare towards Yutani as she back up a couple of steps to the center of the ring, ready to go at her foe as soon as she stepped out of the corner.

[DropKix]

The turnbuckles pulsed against her back like molten steel, every nerve in Yutani’s spine still echoing from the crushing impact. Jeanne's words lingered in her ear, sharp and mocking, and though the veteran's chest still heaved with shallow, fractured breaths, the sound of her rival’s voice stoked burning fire that yearned to snuff the knight out for good.

Her body remained slumped for only a moment longer. As Jeanne stepped away to heed the referee’s call, Yutani’s fingers slowly curled around the top ropes. Her knuckles paled with strain. The muscles along her arms and shoulders trembled as she pulled herself upright, a flicker of life returning to her frame.

Still gripping the rope, she spoke quietly, not for the crowd, just for Jeanne.

“You've yet to learn the true meaning of agony, knight”

The last word slithered between clenched teeth, laced with venom and resolve.

Yutani surged from the corner in a sudden, powerful stride, closing the distance before Jeanne could fully reset. Her right hand lashed out at Jeanne by the wrist, jerking her sideways in a sharp, fluid tug that forced their bodies to collide again. In the same motion, she hooked her left arm around Jeanne’s neck, pivoted her hips, and pulled her opponent’s head across her own shoulder.

With a low growl that deepened into a cry of effort, Yutani attempted to heave her mighty foe into the air, before dropping down with cataclysmic force, aiming to slam Jeanne down into the canvas with a mighty Uranage befitting the might of the Shoguness! If successful, she'd drape herself across Jeanne’s heaving chest, her body blanketing her rival’s like a conquering queen laying claim to a defeated general. Her cheek pressed against Jeanne’s collarbone, breath hot, her arm hooking Jeanne’s near leg high so as to lay claim to the knight with an early pinfall attempt!

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