Valley Doll III vs Kyo Akamatsu — Iron Person Match

[Underdoggo]

"Sh...shimatta..."

Kyo didn't often swear. It was a personality trait that a lot of people picked up on, and seemed to reinforce his image as a soften spoken, courteous warrior, raised in the genteel traditions of aristocracy. In that regard, he took after his kendo champion mother: his wrestler father had had a colorful lexicon of swear words that he emploted liberally, in and out of the ring.

But in this instance, the lingering pain in his shoulder was enough that he couldn't help but curse. He rolled away from Valley, clutching his shoulder, face burning red at the fact that he had already lost a second fall to her. The score was now two nil, and he was rapidly trailing behind. Not for the first time tonight, the thought crossed Kyo's mind that he simply could not defeat this woman.

He banished the thought. Grimacing, he rolled up to his knees. Valerie was holding back, recharging. Waiting for him to make the first move.

And so he obliged her and sprang forward. His arm was still hurting, and would probably be out of commission for a few minutes. So he improvised, rotating his whole body to swivel around and deliver a kick to his opponent's chest, face or midsecrion-- he wasn't particularly aiming, he just wanted to catch Valerie by surprise.

[BlackAkuma]

God, Kyo was so cool.

Most guys in this situation would be ready to give up. She’d just put him down, twice, in back-to-back victories. He was battered and broken, looked like a total mess. She’d put him through hell, and a reasonable man, not even a coward, would see that this match was all but done and throw in the towel. At the very least, it would’ve hampered their spirit—some hesitation. Something.

Not Kyo. He stood up, gathered himself and came straight towards her, full steam ahead. It was kind of hot, if she were being honest. She was still going to put him down, but…

She moved in to meet, raised her arm, and swung it at his head, wanting to hit him with a lariat to put him back on the mat, but Kyo was just a touch quicker on the draw this time - he swiveled out of the way and left her swinging at air. She stumbled forward, spun about and-

A kick to the face, right on the bridge of her nose. The sheer alacrity of it took her off guard more than the pain, and she stumbled back a couple of steps before regaining control. The moment she did, she was back on him again, whipping her arm out wide to hit him with a backfist to the jaw.