Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

As anger grew, Kuromaru struggled to escape her opponent's grasp. She was having a lot of trouble, her imposing physique prevented her from struggling usefully. Shimmerlace slowly but surely dominated the giantess and the giantess maid could do nothing but continue to struggle under the mockery of the spectators while Kaguya looked at her rival with an aggressive look, much too aggressive.

If Kuromaru had noticed this look, she would have calmed down and waited for the first moment to get out of the ring, only Kaguya was rather discreet and only threatened her opponent with her gaze, like a wolf would do. She held Shimmer's stick tightly and slowly approached her opponent, like anyone chasing mosquitoes in a room.

Only, Shimmerlace wasn't that stupid and wasn't going to let Kaguya near her, especially with her weapon in hand. She decided to get rid of Kuromaru by pushing her back towards her mistress. Kuromaru, too busy having her eyes closed after being harassed by the pinkette, was easily stopped in her tracks by her mistress's foot which crushed against his face. Kuromaru found herself on her knees and finally opened her eyes, seeing that her mistress was finally ready to react, but not for the saved one because she was being swept aside.

“Don’t get in my way.”

Kaguya then starts chasing Shimmerlace, running after her. The two women had almost similar speed and Kaguya was unable to catch up with her opponent, even after ten or twenty steps. The match was starting to become a cartoon and only a wild card to change from this situation, and Kuromaru thought she was that wild card. She then begins to face another direction from her mistress to be able to block Shimmerlace in her path, opening her arms and legs wide to take as much space as possible and be sure to block the pinkette.

"Stop here ! You're surrounded!!"

[Malkavia]

Flight!

Normally, when Shimmerlace thought fondly on flight, she meant the sky-tracing kind. The springboard, the dive, the plancha. Flight.

There was, however, another type of flight, as in FLY ya pink-haired scar-faced beastie-shit of a bubblegum fool.

Did Shimmerlace hear a pop when she finally squeezed free of Kuromaru's girth? There was no rational basis for such a sound, but the weight on her chest and the speed with which she slid, then rolled, then kipped, then sprinted away from the maid still planted the sound in her mind. Pop!

There was a lot of ducking then. A lot of rolls and back-hops and sliding in and out of the ropes, always with Kaguya on her tail. Her tit — which still even this late in the match would sometimes flare up and tingle where Kaguya bit her — bounced freely in the melee, and once slapped against her chin when she went for a particularly sudden somersault under a swing Kaguya sped her way.

The Beast in the seats was...sated enough. More than it deserved. Some of the cunts thought it was funny. There were cheers and jeers and groans, and you know? Shimmerlace wasn't even particularly sure for whom. At this point, they sounded like they just wanted something, anything to break the stalemate.

That something turned out to be a maid a head taller than Shimmerlace and thick as the stoutest tree in an enchanted forest. She popped up while the Feychild was glancing behind her to keep Kaguya in sight, so Shimmerlace bonked cheek-first into Kuromaru's chest.

"Piss!" She wheeled around, fists clenched, face a snarl while her eyes flashed. This 2-on-1 business was getting old. She turned—and there was Kaguya. Shimmerlace went pale. "—F-fuck!" The Wolf was bearing down at her top-speed, Kuro would grab her wrist any second, and her avenues of escape were narrowing quick.

The world was moving very fast now. Whistling along on a bullet. She had maybe half a second.

She whirled back to Kuromaru. She'd been fond of ballroom dance once, and that's what the quirk of her mind had put in her head. She wanted to grab the maid's hands and settle her free hand on her waist. And then -- ONE two three -- spin! Like you're 17, American, and it's prom night and your date is a shit dancer. Spin her right into Kaguya's arms!

[Bearhug Goddess]

This match was a comedy, it was even theater, great art! With Kaguya, playing the serious and heartless mistress who had no pity for her opponents, Kuromaru in the role of the slightly stupid maid who tries to do her best and Shimmerlace, the protagonist of this match, the one who could play as good as the bad guy, the kind of character that would break the 4th wall.

It was certainly comical and very entertaining for the spectators, but it was not so for Kaguya who was really starting to lose patience and missed out on this match which should have been over a long time ago, if only she hadn't. was not found blinded by the lights when the room suddenly went dark.

Kaguya saw what Kuromaru was planning and it was perfect, the pinkette would quickly find herself in a dead end and no longer be able to escape from her. She was finally going to pay and give her back the damn leash, only that's what Kaguya thought before seeing Kuromaru being manipulated once again by her opponent. The maid had her hand grabbed by Shimmerlace and found herself playing the training brooms by being spun around then thrown at her own mistress.

"Woooh.. WOOOh !"

I had to admit, Kuromaru was a burden, not useless but an annoying weight. She was a bit like the sand that got into your shoes and socks on a walk at the beach, a bit funny at first but exhausting after a while. Kaguya was exasperated, her maid only had one job to do and that was to serve as a wall, why couldn't she do something so simple?

“Useless bitch.”

It was too much for the silver-haired ojou who stopped to take a stance and hit her own partner with the stick to push her aside. There was not a single second to lose and Kaguya could no longer bear this more than humiliating situation, for her and her image. She had to get rid of all the parasites in this match, even if it meant hitting her own allies.

[Malkavia]

Clonk.

She didn't quite catch the moment in the whirl and tumble of wrestlers, but she could put two and two together. The sound was cold, metallic, a THUNK, exactly the kind of sound she knew her Thorns made on contact with a skull. Next thing you knew, Kuromaru was splayed out on the mat. She must have spun her right into an oncoming thwack, right? Even Kaguya wouldn't brain her ally purpose—?

...Whatever. She was bounding towards the ropes. With the maid out of commission one way or the other, it was high time to bring things to a crisis. She spun and jumped, planting herself on the second rope.

There she hung, bouncing on the steel cable, and facing the Wolf with her lately bloodied club. Shimmerlace breathed in, then out, huffing and puffing, and stared down her canine opponent.

God did she look mad. Ready to bite. Ready to tear and twist and slop down the ragged meat of her fey throat. And she was coming towards Shimmerlace fast.

[Bearhug Goddess]

What had just happened? How did we get there? Kuromaru was lost, she didn't know what had just happened to her after she was thrown at her mistress by Shimmerlace... She could slightly remember the position of Kaguya who was ready to face her but. .. Aaaah.. Nothing else. Nothing else came to mind, her head hurt so much and strangely, the mat was very pleasant, as pleasant as her bed... She felt sorry, she hadn't been very useful or impactful in this match and things weren't going to get better for the rest because she wanted to rest for a few seconds... Even a few minutes...

Kaguya sighed softly after hitting Kuromaru on the head with the Shimmerlace staff, she had never used this kind of weapon and yet it felt so good to use. She felt like she had a versatile weapon that could double as a hammer, like the game of whack-a-mole, and as a spear.

But enough of the chatter and useless thoughts, now she had nothing and no one to stop her from winning this match, only her and her opponent remained. She stomped on Kuromaru's back to approach the pinkette who was having fun on the ropes and positioned the stick under her armpit, like a rider holding a spear. She continued to stare at her opponent, convinced in this position Shimmerlace would not be as fast as before and she would have difficulty dodging.

“AAAAAAAAAH!!!”

In this case, Kaguya charged! She charged with her weapon in hand and her opponent in front of her. She raised the stick slightly so that it could touch her opponent's stomach when she was within range and continued to move forward, ready to bump against the ropes so as not to lose speed and maximize her chances of hitting her rival. .

[Malkavia]

Cunts and cuntesses. Shimmerlace was heaving her breath on the rope, oxygen-depleted and light in the head, her legs burning while lacerations she half-remembered taking burned like phosphorous on her exposed tit and in her side and face. And the audience brayed for it.

"Come on then." Kaguya stepped on our poor maid. It really hadn't been any accident, had it? Shimmerlace heard her pulse and felt it tingle in her bloodstained fingertips. She laughed, dryly. The Wolf advanced, interminable as a winter storm. "We got heights yet to climb, you and I."

The Thorns came to spear and tangle the Feychild's guts, and would have done just that had she not leaned right. As it was, they caught her side. The steel thorns yanked on the pale, already cut skin in her side, then slicked through. The steel pushed past, and then the whole bouquet was past, behind her back, with the shaft of the spear against her ribs. She looped her arm around the spear and locked it in her grip.

Kaguya gripped the spear by its pommel-end and kept on charging, aimed to slam Shimmerlace against the ropes. The Feychild met her eyes with her own. She was a sorry cunt, the way she'd used and discarded Kuromaru, and Shimmerlace felt that cold hate down to her bones. But she couldn't shake the Wolf—the woman with a spark of cold flame in her eye and iron in her maw, coming to cut deep and fatal. That you had to admire. To want a piece of that for yourself.

As she charged, Shimmerlace rolled backwards, head under the top rope, so her feet rotated up—and then sprung outwards in a kind of rope-assisted dropkick, aimed at the magnificent Forest Beast's jaw.

[Bearhug Goddess]

After this brief exchange between the giant maid and her mistress which ended with Kaguya's betrayal of Kuromaru, hitting her hard enough to put her in a state where she would be unable to continue fighting for the next minute of this match. Kuromaru had been useful, very useful even because without her, Kaguya would have already lost this match... But the mistress had only remembered Kuromaru's bad moments, but was that her fault? The fight continued to drag on, she missed several opportunities to finish this match and above all she had lost that fucking leash!

Kaguya had become a beast, she only wanted one thing and that was to finish this terrible match which was starting to seriously tire her. She had still made incredible progress since her first match at LAW, adopting a unique style that she managed to perfect after each match and training, even finding an offensive style that suited her... But this match was proof that that she was not yet at her full potential, that she still had things to learn and that she was not yet perfect.

She charged towards Shimmerlace with the spear in her hands and under her armpit, running full face to spear her opponent's stomach but to her amazement, the pinkette had regained enough strength to leap onto the ropes and counter Kaguya with her own offensive . Kaguya could never have predicted this, especially in their current state! It was almost suicide to throw herself at her predator when it attacked and yet Shimmerlace was rewarded for her action.

“Gyaaaah..!”

The silver-haired ojou takes the drop kick to the face, groaning in pain as he continues to run. Her legs continued to move forward as her face crashed into her opponent's feet, finally causing her to lose her balance and drop her weapon at the same time as the ring shook following the violent blow that Kaguya had just taken. The mistress was lying on the ground, on her back, breathing and panting heavily with her chest inflating and deflating with each intake of air.

[Malkavia]

The thorns tore away a chunk of Shimmerlace's costume when she ripped it out of her side, exposing her ribs and two glass vials filled with a pink something. They had been nestled in another concealed pocket, but now they bounced off the mat, then onto the ringside concrete, where they shattered, spilling their powdered contents onto the floor. It was one less weapon in the rapidly depleting arsenal, but the upshot was a steel rod in her hands and a delirious grin on her face. She had her Thorns back.

Throughout her next rapid series of moves, Shimmerlace never let her eyes drift from the Wolf below. She struck the pommel into the mat between Kaguya's legs. The bronze rabbit ears bit into the canvas, trembling because the Feychild's arm was trembling. She dragged in breath like a smoker getting her first hit in a week. A new patch of itch and pain had sprung up in her ribs where the Thorns had cut, but she ignored them. She jumped to the top rope, hands gripped around the staff just below its steel roses.

When Shimmerlace first had this idea — half a dozen seconds ago, when her boot heel had been crushed into Kaguya's cheekbone — it had struck her like an ache. She wanted it, the way she craved sky and light and stardust. The crowd held its breath when she jumped from the top rope. She put all her weight on the staff, using its grip on the mat to polevault herself the highest she'd yet reached in her career's skyscraping attempts. The space between her and Kaguya yawned in a way that made her breath feel thin. Her combat boots pointed straight up while the ribbons torn from her costume all peeled from her body and pointed downwards, as did her hair. That's gonna be one hell of a splat if ya miss, ya cotton candy bubble.

The staff bent under Shimmerlace's weight, forming an arc like a bow, and she let go—tumbling backside-first into a pole-assisted legdrop aimed at Kaguya below.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Nothing was happening as Kaguya wanted and worse, tonight luck seemed to be smiling on her opponent. Despite all her efforts this evening, everything she had done and all her angry states, Kaguya lost her weapon again by dropping it from her hands when she fell to the ground following the blow that Shimmerlace had just given her.

The Japanese woman fell to the ground and everything became very slow, her vision started to blur and all the pain accumulated on her body started to really make itself felt and to be extremely annoying.

The mate looked so comfortable... The silver-haired ojou wanted to close her eyes, sleep and resume this match later, but she couldn't. Her rage was too great, despite the pain, Kaguya did not lose her sight, let her go!

"Grrrr...ARGH!"

As she tried to get up in the few seconds she had left, Shimmerlace shattered all of the Japanese's hopes by jumping on top of her and crushing her with a powerful legdrop. This new pain that had just been added was too much, the one that broke Kaguya mentally who simply remained lying on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Her hatred and anger turned into sadness, how could she be so unlucky and so weak... If only she was as strong as some of her opponents, more technical and if she was a better teacher and leader, maybe that she would have been able to take advantage of her servant and win this match before the lights went out and blinded her.

Everything seemed lost, victory seemed so far away now and all her attempts to regain her lead and that leash were failures... Kaguya's mentality was at its lowest, as were her endurance and her tolerance to pain.

[Malkavia]

The staff clattered beside Shimmerlace, rattling on the mat. There were three of them, then, sprawled out on the blue canvas, and Shimmerlace gripped her side, and when she lifted her hand in front of her face, her palm was slick with blood. She grinned, shakily, bit her lip, and collapsed—head and fist to the mat, so that she had the illusion of sinking through the mat and floating.

The Beast couldn't have been more pleased, and its rumbling growl of approval was loud enough to send a tremor through Her ribs. But all that was miles away. Shimmerlace stared into the back of her eyelids, mentally tracing over the arc she'd just seen to the glorious pop at the end.

But soon enough it was time to get back up. She used the Thorns as a crutch and shoved herself to her feet. The cut in her side was like a strained muscle, and it jerked and complained every inch of the way up. She cradled her ribs, which threw her balance off to one side. Once she got to her feet, staring at Kaguya all the while, she made a rapid magician's gesture with her right hand—but the scarlet leash got caught halfway out of her shoulder's puff sleeve as the attempted illusion snarled on a knot.

"Fuck sake..." She shook her head, then gave a yank that ripped it the rest of the way—along with a chunk of the fabric from her sleeve, which left her shoulder bare. She turned to Kaguya, head cocked to one side, smiling wryly. "The moment never can just be perfect, can it? Tsk."

If all went well, then the Feychild's next move would be to kneel and plant a knee on the Wolf's chest. A hush would fill her body, as the air grew thick. She would feel every inch of her body, sensitive and tender, cold and tight, as she aimed to slip the hook from the leash around the silver metal ring on Kaguya's collar.