The Last Hussar's Ride: Elma Jankowski vs. Fuuka Yamagishi

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Elma Jankowski vs. Fuuka Yamagishi
Normal Match
Win by pinfall, submission, or KO

Elma began lacing her boots up. She didn't know when the call to battle was going to come, but, she was just thankful she hadn't been completely lost in the shuffle. That was very possible in a wrestling federation as large as LAW. She began to reminiscence on her last match, a loss to a muscle goddess name Tina Meyer. As she was bisexual, she often thought of Tina fondly. She hoped her opponent was at least cute. She soon got the cue to enter, and she came out to a relatively positive response.

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She was given the name "The Last Hussar" back in the indies, and that name stuck. Her music, "Winged Hussars" by Sabaton, was quite the favorite. She didn't know anyone who didn't like Sabaton. Elma would blow a kiss as she entered the ring and went into her corner to wait for her opponent...

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"I get the feeling I'm either going to enjoy this a lot, or regret this completely. But I'm not backing out. Even if I wanted to, I think it'd be too late to do it now anyways." Fuuka Yamagishi said to herself backstage as she awaited the entrance music to signal her debut. She knew she was probably going to get her cute little butt kicked when she went out there, but that wasn't the point.

The point is to piss off her parents. She had gotten the desired response when they found out she signed up to be a wrestler. Now they would have to see her actually doing it. More than likely losing, and getting embarrassed and exposed on live, late night television. Sure Fuuka would try to win, she wasn't going to outright throw matches. But she had never even seen a fight before in her life, and now she was in one against a professional. Oh her parents would be mad, no doubt. The only question was if that would be worth what Fuuka was about to put herself through.

Fuuka's Theme: Time - Atsushi Kitajoh Remix - Persona 3 Dancing Moon Night

Ring Attire

Fuuka's theme came on, and she appeared from backstage, waving to crowd and camera alike. She then took one look at her opponent and went from thinking she was gonna get squashed, to knowing it. Even if she was just as unskilled as Fuuka, this woman would beat her on size and strength alone. And that's fine by me, she thought to herself as she stepped in the ring.

"Hello miss," Fuuka greeted her opponent. "I'm Fuuka Yamagishi. I hope we can have an enjoyable match."

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Elma watched her opponent enter the arena than the ring. If she was being honest, she didn't really know what to think. She was waving at the crowd and the cameras, but, if one were to look in her eyes, she looked as though she was walking toward the gallows. Was she one of those jobbers Elma had heard about, who's sole purpose was to lose? Elma didn't care one way or the other, all she wanted to do was wrestle, no matter who it was. She was polite enough to introduce herself, though, "I'm Elma Jankowski, good luck to you." Elma replied in her thick Polish accent. She just sat back and waited for the match to officially begin...

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Once Fuuka introduced herself, her opponent, who was named Elma, responded in kind. She had an accent that was somewhat hard to understand, but she still understood what she said well enough to understand that she was being polite back. So Fuuka was happy about that. And then the bell rung, and the career of Fuuka Yamagishi began.

Even if Fuuka really didn't know how to properly attack, she still knew what basic techniques were supposed to look like well enough to replicate them. So she started the match with a kick at Elma's stomach. It was a basic enough move that Fuuka's form was okay, it wasn't visibly sloppy. But there were flaws in her technique here and there that left the kick a little slower, and a little weaker than it could have been.

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Elma approached Fuuka, only to be met with a kick to the stomach. It was enough to make Elma stumble a bit, but, it was one of the weaker strikes Elma had seen. This was going to be a lot easier than Elma thought. As much as she hated squash matches, she also knew opportunity when she saw it. She would use this match as a statement to the rest of the Heavyweights that Elma was someone to look at. Unfortunately, little Fukka would have to be the sacrificial lamb. Elma would counter Fukka's kick with a punch to the gut, hoping to wear down her opponent...

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Fuuka fired off her kick, and it actually connected cleanly. Fuuka would've been lying if she said that she had ever expected to have a successful attack rate anywhere close to even 50% at any point in her career. But that's where the positives ended. Though it landed, with Elma being a heavyweight, and Fuuka not having much strength to back her kick up with, Elma only stumbled back a little before coming back with a gut punch.

Fuuka's saw Elma's attack coming, and it wasn't very fast, so she could have reacted to it. But Elma had recovered so easily from Fuuka's kick that she was still getting her foot back underneath her by the time Elma's fist came in. Fuuka was still able to block the punch with her arms, but her lack of balance caused her to fall down onto her back anyways.

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Elma's punch somewhat landed, her opponent's arm blocked it, but, the momentum and Fuuka's position made her stumble backwards into the ground anyway. Elma didn't expect this, but, wasn't complaining. Elma figured it would be wise to attempt to wear down her opponent before trying big moves, so she knelt to where Fuuka had fallen and dug her fingers into Fuuka's stomach in an abdominal claw, hoping to at the very least wear down her opponent...

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Once Fuuka got knocked down onto her back, she was expecting for Elma to try and follow up with another attack. She was right, but she still couldn't stop Elma from digging her fingers down into her belly for a stomach claw. "Ah!" Fuuka cried out as she unsuccessfully tried to pull Elma's hand off of her stomach.

Realizing that she wasn't going to make Elma's hand budge with her meager strength, she got to using her brain to try and find another way out. She quickly realized that even though she was being held down, all of her limbs were free. She couldn't reach Elma with her arms, but her legs certainly could. So Fuuka would start kicking at Elma's body to try to break free.

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Elma had never seen anyone tap to an ab claw, no one had the finger strength to do it, plus, it was probably the most counterable submission there was, and, sure enough, Fuuka had begun to kick Elma away, making the hold hard to maintain, so Elma gave Fuuka's belly one last big squeeze before letting go. However, she wasn't done with her quite yet, as she dragged Fuuka toward her and dragged her across her knee in a backbreaker, "Nothing personal, lass. I just want to win the match..." Elma said in earnest. It kind of pained her to torture such a cute girl...

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Fuuka's kicks were clearly having an effect on Elma, as she could feel the pressure on her belly lightening up. But before Fuuka could make a move to get away, Elma took one last painful dig into her stomach to keep her still, then she picked Fuuka up and put into an over the knee backbreaker. Fuuka tried to squirm free, but she was too weak to resist.

"AHH!" Fuuka cried out as her body was bent in half over Elma's knee. Her position forcing her to stare straight into her own outfit's boob window. It was a sight she may have to get used to, because Fuuka wasn't finding a way out of this hold. She would have to endure it for now. She heard Elma apologize for the hold, which surprised Fuuka. "It's a wrestling match," she said with a strained voice. "Don't worry about it."