Oscar Orelash (c) vs Dokuichigo - Standard Match for the Kings and Queen's Belt

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The crowd started to completely wig out as Oscar pulled his leg back and attempted to deliver another kick into Doku's gut. Then another. And another. Then taking a break as he balled up his fists and tried to land two big punches into it. With every blow landed, Oscar made sure to focus any sort of anger in his blood into those blows before the ref gave him a warning. Nodding his head in understanding, Oscar rolled his sore shoulder for a moment before attempting to pick Doku up out of the tree of woe- arms wrapped around her body with her legs in the air as he walked to the middle of tge ring with her. If successful, Oscar would attempt to leap up off the canvas and utterly dunk Doku into the canvas with his signature piledriver: The Magma Dunk!

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The first kick drove deep into Doku's midsection, folding her over the turnbuckle as a strangled gasp burst from her lips. Her hands instinctively flew to her belly, but before she could even process the impact, another boot slammed into the exact same spot, forcing a spray of spittle from her mouth. A third kick followed, then a fourth, each one driving the air from her lungs in wet, wheezing bursts until she could barely draw breath. When Oscar switched to fists, the first punch made her entire body convulse against the ropes, the second blow landed with a sickening thud against her already abused stomach, and Doku's head lolled forward, a weak moan escaping her as she hung limply in the tree of woe position, completely defenseless against the onslaught.

Doku felt herself being peeled from the corner like a wet rag, Oscar's arms wrapping around her frame as he hefted her upside down into the air. Her vision swam, the arena lights blurring into streaks of white as her legs dangled, kicking uselessly above her. A pathetic whimper left her lips when she realized what was coming next, her hands weakly batting at Oscar's thighs with no real strength behind them. The middle of the ring seemed miles away as Oscar carried her there, her body feeling like dead weight in his grasp. "N-No... please..." she managed to croak out, her protests falling on deaf ears as Oscar positioned himself.

Oscar launched himself upward, the down! "No, wa- UUGH!" Doku attempted to protest, before she was suddenly dropped, and drilled into the canvas with a heavy, highly impactful piledriver, all sense instantly leaving her as she was slammed down onto the mat! Her body went limp, and when Oscar would release her, she'd flop down to the mat, curves jiggling as she landed hard on the canvas and remained there, a dazed groan being the only sign that she was still awake!