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

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Yuki had thrown the punch with as much force as she could bring to bear. She tightened her fists until her knuckles showed white beneath the blood running over them, and she lashed out at Amano with a blow straight to the chest, landing with enough force to knock her back. For a moment, the Demon had staggered back just enough to give a lull in the action, letting Yuki catch her breath. Yuki's chest rose and fell with labored pants, the gasps she made proving the fatigue she'd put herself through. But she straightened her back, staring back at Amano all the same, and her teeth clenched tighter as she listened to the venom dripping from her words.

The next thing Yuki knew, Amano's fist had whipped through the air, smacking her right in the jaw. She sputtered and gasped as her head cracked to the side in an arc, her body twisting from the motion as a trail of spittle was shot out of her mouth. Now it was Yuki's turn to take a step back, stumbling and staggered. But she too fixed her eyes back on Amano with a fiery glare, hissing through her teeth. She didn't care if it hurt. She didn't even get out of the way, or make any effort to protect herself against further attacks. She'd take as many punches as she needed to if it meant putting Amano down!

"HELL NO!!" she shouted back. She was quick to take another step forward to close in on Amano, and she thrust her arm forward with the momentum of her stride, her next punch aimed square in her face!

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"Graah!" Amano's head reeled back, the crack against Yuki's fist sounding out through the ring as sweat, blood and spit flew. She could feel her head start to swim a little from that punch, and she was struggling to stay to her feet. "Auh..." She clutched at her face, seeing tears and blood drip down. Ugh... Dammit, I think she broke nose... She dropped to one knee, looking up at Yuki's body. "Hah... hah..." In any other situation she might had tried teasing Yuki, poking fun at her naked body and prudish nature or even tried flirting. But no... no, this wasn't that kind of fight, and both her and Amano's bodies were too bloodied and bruised for anything that to hold weight. "Hehe..." Still... this was kind of fun. Yuki was such a pain to deal with... but she was also kind of fun too when she got this angry. It was way more fun fight anyway.

But she could think on that later.

"Raaaah!" For now, Amano had a fight to get back to, and a fight she was damn determined to win. She pushed off on her legs, charging forth for and throwing her body wide punch right for Yuki's gut.

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Even as Amano dropped to her knee, Yuki didn't let down her guard. She balled her fists at her sides, staring down at the Demon with her teeth bared in a grimace. Stripped to the waist, the bruises were visible all up and down her body, painting the path of Amano's fists. Her ribs moved in and out with each breath she took, each one coming more as a haggard gasp, and her arms dangled from her shoulders like lead weights. Despite the labor it took her to move, despite the blood running down her body, despite the fact that she'd been beaten black and blue to hell and back, Yuki didn't hurt. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe her nerves had just gone numb from all the punishment she'd received. Or maybe it was the fact that she had long since stopped caring about her own safety, and just wanted to hit Amano so hard she wouldn't get back up from it.

She didn't even try to block any of her attacks. She'd let them fall where they may, as long as she'd get a chance to hit Amano later. Even as Amano charged for her again, lunging toward her with a push off the ground, Yuki wouldn't get out of the way. The Demon's agility might have been held back by the strain on her body, but Yuki was too taxed, physically and mentally, to take advantage - and she was, above all else, resolute to never budge, no matter what.

"Ooff-!" The air was driven out of Yuki's lungs as Amano's fist pounded into her stomach. She doubled over forward, deflating as her footing splayed wide just to hold up her lowered center of balance, and her hands shot down to clutch at her gut. But she didn't fall. Her legs wobbled and her knees buckled, but she wouldn't let herself fall! Not while Amano was still there!

She slowly lifted her head, her back and sides heaving, looking back at the Demon with a fiery glare. Now, it was her turn to throw herself toward Amano - as she launched herself in her opponent's direction, her hands shooting up for her hair just to have something to hold onto as she threw her full weight against her to tackle her to the mat!

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Amano made sure her fist plunged deep into Yuki's stomach as it connected, relishing in the sound of air flying from her lungs and seeing her crumple over in pain. It took a lot from her already emptying tank to give that kind of power in her fists, but it was well worth it to see Yuki's face contort with pain and fatigue.

But she refused to fall. To Amano's annoyance Yuki was stubbornly staying on her feet despite the punch while Amano was on her knees after lunging toward her. If there was any solace is was that at least both of them took the moment to collect themselves, Yuki straightening up to her feet and Amano getting to her feet, keeping a glaring eye on Yuki's determined and fierce eyes. Though the pause only lasted seconds before Yuki took her turn to lunge for Amano.

The Demon expected a basic tackle. Neither were in much a condition to do anything besides the basics at this point. She had braced her legs for it, waiting to meet her rival head on in a clash. But Yuki wasn't going to be basic, snatching at Amano's hair and pulling at it while her body came crashing into the Demon. "H-Hey fuc-" Amano didn't have to time finish her swear before she was forced of her feet, Yuki's weight and body taking her off the ground and sending her crashing back first into the canvas. "Aaagh!" She let out a pained gasped, taking short and pained breaths at Yuki laid atop her with her sore and scratched up backside. "Bitch..."

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When Amano's fist landed in her stomach, for a brief few seconds, Yuki's thoughts flashed back to some semblance of lucidity. She could feel her legs teetering and trembling beneath her, and how her stomach burned with the sensation of her opponent's blow. She heard the cough she let out as her abdomen caved inward, and the gasps she took to keep her breath in her lungs. But she bit her lip, trying to drown those feelings out. They'd just slow her down, she told herself. They made her weak. When Yuki was thinking too much about the state she was in, she would leave herself vulnerable. And she couldn't afford to be vulnerable. She could only win if she refused to hold back, and she could only do that by denying the pain she felt through sheer force of will.

Yuki's bare feet didn't provide as much traction as she would have liked against the canvas, now slick with blood. But she dug her ankles into the mat nonetheless, firming up the aching muscles in her legs to try and hold herself upright. She couldn't go down; that was just going to make things worse. Yuki knew that she could only keep herself up for so much longer - but rather than fight against that fact, she could use it to her advantage.

Like a wild animal, Yuki pounced. She snarled and clenched her teeth, staring down Amano with the fury of a rabid dog more than the composure and focus of a fellow athlete. Tugging at her hair with both hands, she threw herself at her opponent with enough force to sweep her off her feet, landing seated on her stomach. For the first few seconds, Yuki panted for breath, trying to adjust to her new positioning as she shook off the fatigue of throwing herself into Amano. Drops of sweat mixed with blood ran off of Yuki's chin, her breasts, and her dangling strands of hair as she leaned over Amano, falling onto the Demon's body. But that lull would only last a brief moment before the action resumed.

Still holding Amano's head in place by the hair with one hand, Yuki raised the other arm, bent at the elbow. She screamed out a battle cry as she threw herself down, looking to drive her elbow against Amano's skull!

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"Naagh!" Amano cried out in both pain and anger. Yuki's elbow crashed right into Amano, sending blood and sweat flying onto the mat, rattling her already dizzy mind and sending a shock of sweat and fury through her body. She could feel the dull running of blood coming from her forehead. Was it a cut from the elbow? A gash from those earlier headbutts finally giving way? Hell, maybe it was Yuki's starting to dye Amano's face at this point. The two of them were already painted red at this point. Even the dye on Amano's hair had started to fade out as the red blood changed its color to a sickly reddish brown. But Amano didn't care, her bloodied eyes were focused on Yuki, refusing to yield to her, refusing to show signs that her strike did more than annoy her. Even if she could barely see her between her dizzying sight.

A low growl left her lips as her eyes finally came into focus, meeting Yuki's gaze. Her now blood-red body, her near naked state. It was a shame Amano couldn't take pleasure in seeing her like this. This match really was turning into a sort of hell given all the punishment the two were giving each other, and it seemed that Amano was the only one coherent enough to notice. But she couldn't stop now. To show hesitation at this point would be suicide, and given the barbed wires that might just be literal. "Sucks we can't be friends, Kazikura." She admitted in almost a mutter. "It'd be a fun fight otherwise..." She gritted her teeth, letting out a heavy and vicious snarl before glaring at Yuki, her eyes yellow slits. Okay, no mercy.

"DIE ALREADY!" With a war cry in return, Amano, reeled her hand back, thrusting it forward for a brutal spear-handed jab aimed right for Yuki's throat.

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Yuki could feel her elbow slamming against Amano's head, and the crack of her head shooting backward from the momentum of the strike. She stared down at the Demon from behind her hair as it fell over her eyes, tangled and matted with blood, yet not capable of holding back Yuki's single-minded determination to bring Amano to her knees enough to give her any thought to clearing it away. She leaned closer, looming over Amano from her perch atop her chest. Even as she panted with hoarse groans that shook her body with each breath she took, she wouldn't slow down. Not until Amano was defeated.

She wouldn't even try to pin her. Even if Amano was squashed beneath Yuki, and even when she had been dizzied from the blow to the head, Yuki didn't take advantage. Just keeping her shoulders down for a three-count wasn't going to do enough; not when Amano had dragged Yuki bloodied and screaming through hell and back, and when she had forced her body and mind against all odds to keep fighting on, just to stand up to her. She wouldn't be satisfied until Amano couldn't move any more - and if she was still conscious, Yuki wasn't trying hard enough.

Still, as she had struck Amano back down, Yuki stalled. The fatigue caught up to her then, leaving her panting for breath. She doubled over forward, wincing from both the pain setting in and from the knowledge that she wasn't keeping up the sort of pressure on Amano that she should have; that her opponent was poised to strike back. She knew she had to keep going. Yet, Yuki's arms ached. Her chest heaved. Her stamina, as much as she had fueled herself on adrenaline, was beginning to dwindle.

Leaned closer over Amano, she heard the Demon's words for her. It was enough to give Yuki some pause, thinking over what she said. Even though she was sworn to be her enemy, even if they'd said as much over the course of the match, the hatred spilling over into each blow and each growled threat...perhaps her endurance and willpower really had instilled some degree of respect in her opponent.

But not enough respect to stay her hand.

It was just then that Amano struck, and Yuki was right in the path of her hand. The jab struck her in the neck, and Yuki went rolling off her foe, onto her back. Clutching at her neck, she panted and wheezed, gasping for breath. Her bare legs kicked at the air as she flailed, from both the pain and the frustration she felt at letting herself even be hurt when the stakes were this high.

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With Yuki's weight finally off her Amano sat up, catching her breath as Yuki laid their on the ground, flopping and gasping for breath. "... ... ..." It was... a rough sight to see. Amano was forcing the hatred at this point, and it did more to drain her mentally than the match was physically. Just looking at Yuki's naked, flailing form had her grimacing. She wanted to break Yuki down, yes. But... this was just sad. Amano didn't have the hate reserves that Yuki did, she couldn't just... look at this and feel pleased. As vicious as their words were to each other, seeing the effect the match had on their bodies was... eye-opening.

But it wasn't over.

Even if Amano was out of hate, Yuki sure wasn't, and Amano wasn't going to just ignore Yuki's resolve for her own feelings. She promised to break her opponent and bring her to her lowest, and so long as Yuki had determination her eyes and a will to fight, Amano wasn't going to stop. I have to knock her out. It was the only way to end this. Neither was going to give up in a submission, and Amano sure as hell wasn't going to let a pin decide this. No, this had to be done properly. With one of them completely unable to fight back. Until their fists gave out and their voices were too hoarse to speak, this fight would keep going. And to that end...

"Get up Kazikura Yuki!" She ordered, forcing herself up to her feet as she snarled out her demand. "I'm not done with you yet, I'll NEVER be done with you until you're broken, body and soul!" She took a moment to catch her breath, narrowing her eyes at her opponent. Her enemy. "I know you're not down yet and I'm nowhere near done hurting you! So stop acting like that hurt and Get. Up. And. FIGHT ME!!"

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Yuki's windpipe had shuddered against Amano's fist, and she lay against the mat, her body rocking and shaking with a few hard coughs. Those select few present outside the ring looked on at her crumpled form, left speechless by all she'd endured and the toll it had taken on her. Some of them thought that the match was over. But in a match like this, the action would only end when both combatants willed it to - and both were on the same page when it came to those wishes; the only time they would stop was when one of them simply couldn't carry on any longer. Amano's words said enough to that effect, as she snapped at Yuki from where she lay on the mat. And so too would Yuki's response.

For a moment, Yuki's pained flailing stopped. She rolled on her back, her chest rising and falling with the labored breaths she took - but then, she began to push herself up. She grit her teeth and shuddered as she forced her body to move, but she couldn't let that slow her down. Things weren't over between them. They wouldn't be over as long as one of them drew breath.

The fire in Yuki's eyes might have been flickering, the pain and fatigue threatening to engulf her. But it still burned, and Yuki wouldn't let anyone forget it, as she clenched her teeth in a growl. "Oh, yeah!?" she shot back at Amano. "Well, I'M NOT DONE EITHER!" The rising anger in Yuki's voice fueled her to shove herself up the rest of the way. She teetered on her footing at first, but she still stared back at Amano, her fists balled at her sides as she leaned over toward her, looking her in the eye.

Amano might have styled herself as a demon, but now it was Yuki who looked just as much the part. Her dark hair was tangled and in disarray, and her naked torso shone in the lights overhead, her skin painted with blood and bruises. Every motion she made was one fueled with anger, as she stomped her bare feet, snorting hot gouts of air from her nostrils like a bull ready to charge. Her fingers coiled like claws, and her teeth were bared in a hiss as she stared up at Amano. This wasn't the composed, dignified girl Yuki normally was. That wouldn't do her any good. Now, she just needed to prove that nothing Amano could do would bring her down.

"You're still going to mock me?! Huh? You haven't even BEGUN to see what I can really do! I don't care what you think of me, I don't care whether or not I change my mind, I don't give a DAMN! But it's time I STOP HOLDING BACK! Amano Jaku...YOU WILL DIE!"

Rather than get closer into Amano's face, however, Yuki turned. Only minutes ago, Yuki would never have dared to do what she was about to do. But she was past caring. It didn't matter how much she needed to hurt herself. She needed to turn the tides on Amano - and she knew just how to do it.

She marched to the ropes, grasping them in her hands. She shuddered and groaned as the barbs cut at her fingers; she groaned even more as she got her foot on the bottom rope, beginning to climb higher. The barbs pricked at the skin of her feet and legs, each shift of her weight Yuki made causing her to wince. This was exactly what Amano had set up when she stripped off her boots, after all - to make it so that Yuki couldn't take to the ropes without wounding herself. But at this point, that didn't matter. That was a worthy price to pay, if it met setting up a decisive finish.

She nearly slipped and fell as she climbed to the top rope, the barbs cutting along her thigh. Yuki hissed in pain, her back bending in an arc as her body recoiled. But a moment later, she was back on the move. Only a minor setback, she thought. Nothing to worry herself over.

Soon, she pulled herself up, standing atop the ropes. She looked out around the empty stands, her shoulders rising and falling with slow breaths, as she stood in the light, her nearly naked form glistening from all the blood and sweat that covered her. But then, she threw her head back, pointing her chin to the sky. She let out a scream of rage and defiance. And she threw herself back at Amano, going for another moonsault!

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Amano bared her teeth at Yuki's words, her yellow eyes flashing with raged and a bit of excited by rival's words. The might be painted red and black, might be bleeding from nearly every major part of the body, might even be on the edge of consciousness at this point, but even Amano had to admit it was a rush to see Yuki have enough in the tank to spit back a retort and declaration like that. And seeing this angry and vicious form of Yuki, as scary as it was at first, was actually fun to fight. She might be out for blood, but Amano lived for these kinds of brawls and clashes. There was... a kind of beauty to it. Yuki wanted her dead, and Amano wanted her broken. And for all the blood, sweat, and tears given already, Amano still wanted more. Tearing each other apart was its own kind of sick fun to it. And Yuki's desire to kill Amano only fueled her further. "BRING IT ON!" Amano declared.

She readied herself for a clash, but instead Yuki... moved away. Amano immediately scowled, letting out a furious snarl. All that talk and Yuki was retreating. No. Hell no was Amano going to let that happen. "Get back here Kazikura!" She followed after her with staggered, quick steps, moving fast but slipping on the blood underneath the two just before catching up, falling face first into the bloodied canvas on near the ropes. "Ugh..." She shook it off, getting to her knees, but just as she looked toward Yuki she was wide-eyed.

Yuki, despite her condition, despite being barefoot and risking some major cuts to her feet and bare body, she was on the ropes. It was like looking at an angel of death drenched in light. She was serious about not holding back. She was serious about putting Amano away.

And as Yuki took the air and cried out her rage Amano met her in kind, screaming her refusal to let the action take her down and bracing herself what little she could for the crash.

She tasted blood more than anything when Yuki slammed her body into Amano. Amano's went flat as the full weight of Yuki crashed into her back and spine. "Arrraaaagh!" The pain only lasted it a second, whether due to the shock or the dead nerves Amano now had she didn't know or care. But with Yuki's body crashed against her, she laid flat onto the canvas, blood and sweat staining her panting face. "N-Not... gonna'..."