Yuki Kazikura vs. Amano Jaku II - Hardcore Barbed Wire Match

[CaptainL]

Ordinarily, Yuki wouldn't dare to climb on the barbed wire; not when it posed such a risk to her own well-being. But she didn't care about that any more. All she knew was that she had to hit Amano, and hit her hard, if she wanted to get her to stay down. She had a point to prove, and she wouldn't let it go unsaid. Yuki had always excelled at high-flying moves, and if she'd need to do that even off of barbed wire ropes to put her opponent in her place...that was something she could stand to bear.

She took a few breaths as she stood on the top rope, looking out at Amano. Her eyes narrowed as she locked her gaze on the Demon, and without another thought, she brought her weight down, stretching the ropes beneath her feet. She pushed off the rope, springing herself through the air, and even in her pained and fatigued state she could flip herself head over heels, about to bring herself down on her opponent with all the force of her descent behind her. Yuki had stopped giving it any conscious thought. She would only let what happened happened, as she prepared for the inevitability of her collision.

Or so she thought.

At the last minute, just as Yuki was about to land on top of Amano, the Demon rolled away. In the middle of her descent, Yuki's eyes snapped open wide. A cold feeling went down her spine, enough to shake her back into lucidity for just a few short seconds. Now, she was keenly aware of what had happened - and what was about to happen next.

And then it hit her.

Not only had Amano gotten out of the way, Yuki had overshot her lunge. She wasn't about to come down on the mat...she was hurling herself right into the barbed wire!

She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth only half a second before she made contact. The dark-haired girl let out a scream as her back slammed against the barbed wire ropes. They dug into her skin and the fabric of her torn leotard, holding her in place suspended upside down! Frantically, she twisted and turned her body, her feet kicking at the air. She'd already been caught up in the barbed wire once in this match, and she couldn't afford to let it happen again. She needed to escape!

[dlamp]

Amano's dodge was neither graceful nor a quick reaction. It was a painful jump out of the way that left her body screaming as she forced it to push past all its bleeding and sore screeching within. And once Amano hit the canvas she turned, watching with discomfort as Yuki collided with the wires behind her. It was a part of her strategy. Amano did want Yuki to feel the recoil and regret doing something so drastic, but... it was a sad sight to see. Yuki's scream alone had Amano wincing. Worse still, she was actually stuck to the wires, her thrashing likely making the cuts and gashes worst.

Damn idiot. She let out a huffed, forcing herself up on shaky legs as she moved forward. She said nothing, giving little reaction to Yuki's flailing save for an irritated glare before her eyes went to Yuki's boots.

It was more strategy than anything. Amano wouldn't dare go on the ropes barefoot, and high-flying moves weren't her style anyway, but Yuki... Yuki was obviously more use to those stunts than she was, and was even crazy enough to try it just a few moment ago, even if it backfired. And while the pain Yuki was in should be enough of a warning, Yuki was moving and attacking like a woman possessed. Amano had to stop that, so she moved to yank off the girl's boots and force them on equal playing fields.

[CaptainL]

With her body already wracked with pain and the exertion of the match, Amano wouldn't be able to get out of the way of Yuki's attack without causing some discomfort to herself. But any pain that Amano might have experienced was nothing compared to what Yuki herself was in for. This was supposed to be the moment of glory, when she would throw all caution to the wind and put her own body through the torment of having to climb the barbed wire just to launch herself at Amano and score a decisive blow. But at the last minute, it had whiffed. Now, not only was Yuki feeling the shock of seeing her plan had failed, but the agony of its consequences.

The barbed wire shook as her back struck it, the barbs digging into her skin as she hung upside down. She let out a gasp at first. The first thing she felt was the shock of where she'd landed, the adrenaline holding back the pain. But soon, that too caught up to her, and Yuki felt exactly what was happening to her. She twisted and thrashed in a frantic effort to get away, her face contorted with her screams of pain as tears ran from the corners of her eyes. But her struggles would only dig the barbs in deeper. Blood ran down her back, the fabric of her leotard snagging against the wire and pulling her back every time she tried to drag herself away. Her legs kicked wildly in the air above her, one part to try and free herself, one part to keep Amano back, and one part out of sheer desperation to do something to make it all stop.

But even that would work against her. With Yuki's legs up in the air, they were within Amano's reach. A shiver went down Yuki's spine as she felt Amano grab her by the leg. She was expecting her to trap the joint in some kind of hold - but the reality was worse. With a tug, Amano pulled one of Yuki's boots off of her foot, then the other, leaving her in her socks. In an instant, she knew why she was doing this. It might have hurt Yuki to climb the ropes before, but at least her feet were protected enough for it to still be a reasonable strategy, one that played to her proficiency with high-flying moves. But now, Amano was making sure she couldn't do that again - perhaps her one shot of winning still - without causing herself even more harm! The hope drained away from her as her face went pale beneath the crimson mask of blood she'd developed, and for just one moment, her struggles went still.

[dlamp]

Thankfully, Yuki didn't put up much struggle when Amano was removing her boots. The damage from the failed moonsault probably holding back anymore flailing and wild actions for now. And looking down to see Yuki's worried face stained in blood, Amano couldn't help but scowl. This girl... this girl that had been such a pain, such an arrogant princess toward Amano in the beginning of this fight. It was almost cathartic seeing her so bloodied and hopeless. This match might be hell, but at least they were in this hell together. And Amano wasn't going to just let Yuki off free yet.

"So Kazikura-hime, how's it feel being a blood-soaked pincushion?" She snarled, now starting to pull at Yuki's socks for good measure. "Still feel like being a stuck-up asshole while you're bloody and nearly half-naked? Or should I rub more blood on you with my foot again?" To make her point, Amano rose her foot up, slowly moving toward Yuki's face as a threat for another foot grinding.

[CaptainL]

Yuki tried to fight and flail, her legs kicking at the air, but she couldn't get far. The barbed wire was holding her back, making any attempt to move too far one that had painful consequences, and the fatigue from the exertion she'd pushed herself through and the pain of the grueling match had caught up to her. Dangling upside down, her chest rising and falling with pants for breath, Yuki was left staring back at Amano, her teeth clenched and her eyes twitching.

She watched as Amano pulled at her socks too, and though she tried to pull back, she would only further impede herself, her foot getting tangled up in the fabric as it rolled down her leg. One of her socks would soon pull free, her leg bared and unprotected against the wire, and Amano was quick to get working at the other. All the while, Yuki had no choice but to listen to her voice. Every jab, every barb, and every taunt that left the Demon's throat.

For just a moment, the shock of her botched landing had left Yuki stunned, enough that her predicament flashed before her eyes. She knew how much danger she was in, and how much she hurt. How much she was fighting an uphill battle, and one in which she was struck by the cold realization that maybe, she just might not be able to win, no matter how hard she tried.

But Amano's voice made her blood boil. The anger sizzled inside her, the adrenaline seeping into her veins. She wouldn't let her belittle her and mock her like this. She knew she was stronger than this. And as her eyes began to narrow into a glare, she felt more determined than ever to prove it!

"You think I'm done?!" Yuki snapped back, the anger rising in her voice. "You really think I'm done? I don't care what it takes - I'll never yield to you!"

Again Amano planted her foot into Yuki's face, rubbing the sole over her bloodied features. Yuki coughed and sputtered, her body twisting from side to side as she fought against the pressure. Amano was out to humble her, to cut her down, to prove that she couldn't put herself up to the hardest task she'd ever faced yet.

And if Yuki had one goal, it was to prove her wrong.

Her groans muffled against Amano's foot, Yuki nonetheless shook her head in defiance. The wires tore at her arms and back as she reached up, but she didn't care. The pain she felt would be nothing compared to the shame of backing down now. With both hands she grabbed at the skirt attached to her leotard, snagged on the barbed wire and holding her in place, and tore it clean off, the ragged yellow fabric left stuck to the ropes as Yuki pulled free of its clutches and dropped to the canvas. There, she rolled onto her side, her ribs rising and falling with labored breaths, but she stared back up at Amano with a withering glare.

"You still think I'm weak, huh? You still think I'm a spoiled princess? I don't CARE!" she shouted. "How much do I have to hurt, do I have to bleed, just to prove myself to you? Because I'LL DO IT! I'll do ALL of it! Just name it!"

[dlamp]

There was some satisfaction in rubbing Yuki's face in. The little vibrations from her muffled frustration on her foot was actually pleasing to an extend. There was something about putting an opponent in this situation that excited her, literally rubbing her advantageous position in their face. Though Yuki, of course, wasn't going to let that last. Even as Amano was throwing insults at her she was seething, and it only encouraged Amano to grind harder to make her stop, to force her into submissiveness. But it wouldn't last, Yuki would rather tear at her own outfit and go nearly naked if it meant showing her guts to Amano.

The demon quickly stepped back as Yuki dropped, not wanting to be on the end of another rage-fueled desperate assault, but to her relief Yuki instead took the time to shout her retort at Amano.

And her fiery words only stoked Amano's own fire as she glared back.

"Prove your-" Amano cut herself off, letting out another snarl. "This isn't about proving ANYTHING, Kazikura!" She shouted back. "Fuckin' hell, do you still think I care about you're opinion? You're drive? You're goals? You think I'm some angry brat that just needs a hard-fought match to respect you and understand you so we can be friends? GROW UP!" Amano stopped for a moment, panting to catch her breath. This damn rich girl... "Kazikura, you're bloody, practically naked, and cussed me out like a yakuza enforcer earlier. Are we really gonna' walk away friends?! HELL. NO!" She threw off her bloodstained kimono, revealing a now-red bra and panties. At this point, the blood-soaked cloth would only weigh her down. Though... her bra almost immediately fell off, the barbed wire must have cut the strap awhile ago and her bloodied kimono was keeping the thing in place... but that didn't matter. Now her and Yuki were more or less on equal footing. "How much do I have to counter you, to hit you, to hurt you just to make it clear I. Fucking. HATE YOU!"

[CaptainL]

Yuki's groans were muffled against the sole of Amano's foot as she rubbed it into her face, but her anger was hardly tempered. She twisted and turned, voicing her emotions in the only means she knew how to in such a circumstance by bucking and jerking even more violently from side to side. Yuki knew Amano was trying to mock her, to belittle her, to make her feel hopeless, but she wouldn't let it get to her. She refused to! All it would do was make her even angrier, as she steeled her determination to fight back, however she could!

She'd gone past the point of playing nice. Past the point of caring about modesty, or her image, or her own safety. Yuki tore her skirt loose, letting herself fall to the mat, though not without sacrificing her socks in the process. Though she panted for breath, her shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath she took, Yuki balled her fists, digging her nails into the palms of her hands to steel herself. She straightened herself to her feet, her eyes locking on Amano's own as they leaned in closer, face to face. Yuki didn't even blink. She couldn't let her gaze stray from Amano for even a moment.

The Demon's words sent a shiver down Yuki's spine, just hearing the anger and the hatred in her voice. Her teeth clenched; she winced from beneath the blood running down her face. The conviction with which Amano spoke was undeniable. More than any match Yuki had ever faced before, this wasn't a match. This wasn't an athletic contest fought between competitors on equal footing, who agreed to show who held a better mastery of the sport through a physical struggle. This? This was what happened when you had two women who hated each other and put them in a ring with ample opportunity to hurt each other. It was brutal, it was messy, and even now, even as their bodies had been ravaged, it wouldn't stop any time soon. Yuki had never faced anything of such magnitude before in her career. But then again, she owed it to herself to always stick to it, and never back down. She couldn't be afraid of this - no matter what Amano wanted.

"Oh, fine! You know what, Amano - or Reiko, whoever the hell you are, I don't give a SHIT! You can think whatever the hell you damn well please about me, but it's not going to change what I think! It's not even about proving myself to you, FINE!" She spat in Amano's direction, her gaze narrowing with a snarl. "I'll STILL do whatever I have to do, just to get you to SHUT UP!! I'm not soft, I'm not some stuck-up prissy bitch, or whatever the fuck you think I am, but I know you're not going to take my word for it! But you know what?"

She watched as Amano threw her kimono aside, her bra dropping soon after. Yuki's leotard was already ruined, one strap torn and the skirt gone, but she was past caring. Matching Amano, she pulled her arm free of the remaining strap, letting the upper half hang around her waist. She might normally have been a modest, dignified girl, but she didn't care now. While Amano might have been concerned about her mobility, for Yuki, it was a symbolic gesture. She was willing to throw her own reservation aside, and bare this much skin in a barbed wire match, just to show how far she was willing to go to stand up to Amano.

Now, barefoot and bare-breasted, Yuki stormed closer to her similarly clad opponent. She forced her shoulders in close, pushing her modest breasts into Amano's own. "I'm STILL going to finish what I started!! Because I HATE YOU TOO!! GO TO HELL, AMANO JAKU!"

[dlamp]

Amano's body jolted for a moment, the sudden contact of her and Yuki's breasts sending a short jolt through her. It was a far cry from some kind of sensual or psychological assault, but being breasts-to-breasts with Yuki was definitely not something the Demon wasn't ready for, not for Yuki's initiation at least. And it was a surprise. As angry as the two were, Amano didn't think the girl would have the stones to be this close, or even to shout back at her so candidly. Just how far had Amano broken her down? How much of this were Yuki's honest words and not just the adrenaline talking? It was... hard to tell. Still, she wasn't going to be detered, so she pushed right back, clamping down hard on her teeth to hide the slight arousal as met Yuki's angry gaze with her own. Her own pride wouldn't let those words pass without a retort.

"I told you we're already in hell, Kazikura!" She shot back, pushing her body forward, fists clenched. "But, fine! FINE! You wanna' shut me up?" She tapped at Yuki's side with her fist, looking her in the eye with hatred and resolve. "Let's do this old school then. Your fists against mine."

[CaptainL]

The hairs on the back of Yuki's neck were standing straight up, her eyes locked onto Amano's own. Pressed so closely together now, they could feel every inch of their skin against one another, slick with blood and sweat. They were both panting for breath, their bodies exhausted but their minds too tempered by anger and hatred to let any of that slow them down, and they could feel each exhale against each other's neck and face. Her teeth clenched, Yuki pushed herself in a little closer, her nipples jabbing into the flesh of Amano's breasts. It was hardly something she'd normally do - but she wanted to show her dominance. She wanted to show that she'd stop at nothing to stand up to the Demon, and that she was past all other boundaries, letting the darkest and most repressed parts of her finally come to the forefront. She was done with being afraid - and that included being afraid of what she'd stoop to.

"If we're already in hell...then I'll just drag you deeper! This is YOUR hell, Amano!" Yuki's rebuttal cut through the air. Her teeth clenched in a grimace as she stared back at Amano, snorting like a bull. She tapped her knuckles against Amano's ribs in a mirror of her gesture, nodding her head curtly to her challenge. That was all she needed to do to show her acceptance - and she wouldn't waste a second in throwing herself into it.

Letting out a roar, Yuki drew back, swinging a fist straight toward Amano's sternum with as much force as she could summon. If Amano wanted fists, she'd get fists!

[dlamp]

A small tap was all Amano got in warning before Yuki reeled back and nailed the Demon right in the chest with little hesitation or mercy. "Gaah!" Yuki's fist crashed into Amano's body like a cannon, knocking her back as blood and sweat fell to the already reddened floor of the canvas. The wet sound of flesh meeting bone echoed through the empty ring, and Amano's groans were the only other sound that followed as she tried to gather her bearings. She forced her eyes to Yuki, seeing her spiteful gaze and meeting it with her own. "THAT ALL YOU GOT?!"

Amano gave her war cry in turn, throwing her whole body forward at Yuki as she swung her fist for a mad and wild hook punch aimed at Yuki's jaw.