Crimson Legacy vs. Bambi and Thumper - Odd Man Out

[BlackAkuma]

Arthur was fairly certain that wrestling referees were, bar none, the dumbest people in the world.

Imagine if, during a boxing match, someone yelled at a referee, and they responded by turning to them and completely ignoring the boxing match they were supposed to be officiating. It’d be ridiculous, but that was what wrestling referees did all the time. The smallest thing on the outside of the ring, the slightest disturbance, and they gained tunnel vision.

It was like that in CAGE UK, and now, in LAW, it was the same thing. Where they hired these people, he would never know.

Sure enough, when he pulled Kyo off the ring apron, the white knight’s first reflex was to come after him, and the referee’s first instinct was to get between them. All the while, though, he looked over his shoulder and saw Alex taking advantage of the opportunity to drag Makie over to their side, lift her up, and choke her on the bottom rope, while an aching Betty slid over and gave her a few petty kicks in the face. Love to see it.

“Enough!” The referee admonished Arthur, waving a finger his way like a disappointed schoolteacher. As if you could shame a man who’d had the nuts to beat up his own father. “Interfere one more time and you’re ejected, Arthur!”

“There you go, ref, lay down the law!” He clapped his hands and chuckled as the referee shook her head and slipped back in the ring, where Alex had just dragged Makie to the middle and was proceeding to get her ground and pound on. Arthur just threw a quick wink to Kyo and slinked back over to his side, the damage thoroughly done.

[Underdoggo]

Kyo had to admit, for a brief moment there he had been seeing red. After all of Arthur's cheating antics, he had wanted nothing more than to punish this vagabond for interfering in their match-- tripping him, interposing himself between him and Alex, arranging for Makie to be attacked on the ropes; Kyo had seen this man do it all, and had had enough of his blatant cheating. Fortunately for him, the ref had prevented him from doing something that would have gotten both himself and Makie disqualified; allowing himself to calm down a little, Kyo nonetheless glared daggers at Arthur as he slowly moved back to his corner.

He found, to his dread, that Makie's situation in the ring wasn't improving.

While Kyo's back had been turned, Makie had found herself being choked on the ropes by Alex. She had gasped and sputtered, her arms flailing as she tried in vain to get Alex's weight off of her. Then, Alex released her, only to drag her back to the center of the ring; wheezing, Makie had barely had time to recover before Alex mounted her in a schoolgirl pin...and started using her head as a punching back.

Impact after impact. Stars exploded in Makie's vision. Her head rocked left and right, her legs jerking and spasming with each brutal blow as Alex laid into her. All the while, around them, the audience continued to boo Bambi and Thumper's heelish tactics and continued to plead for Makie to escape...

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due, Makie was proving to be a lot tougher than Alex would’ve expected. Not enough to make any real difference at this point, but it was worth noting all the same. She even went so far as to say she was tougher than Betty, though she would damn sure never say that out loud unless she had a strong, sudden desire to spend the night on the couch.

The blows she rained down on the smaller woman weren't light taps. They were knockout shots, the kind that would’ve floored grown men, but she was hanging in there. Not exactly flourishing, but surviving. They built these Akamatsus tough, it looked like.

But everything can break. It’s just a matter of hitting it hard enough.

Alex stood up and grabbed Makie’s head, forcing the woman to rise along with her. She stuffed the woman’s head between her legs, grabbed her hips, and lifted her up into what looked like a powerbomb…

…only it wasn’t. Instead, Alex pushed Makie off her shoulder, slid the woman down her back, and hooked their arms together, holding them with their bodies facing in opposite directions. She brought Makie's legs over her thighs, held her in place, and began pulling her forward, forcing Makie to stretch further and further back at increasingly harrowing angles.

The Body Breaker. A fairly rare submission hold, but one of her all-time favorites.

[Underdoggo]

After the first few punches, Makie's world became an insensate blur. All background noise drowned out against the concussive ringing in her skull, and while she wasn't sure if her eyes were open or not, everything had kind become obscured by a singular grey haze. She honestly wasn't sure she was conscious anymore, only that her head was ringing like a bell, and everything felt numb from pain.

And then the punches stopped. That, at least, she was conscious of.

She let out a half-dead groan as Alex pulled her up. She wasn't aware of the bruised, purple mess that had been left of her face, or how much of the crowd was screaming for her to escape, Kyo's voice along with them. She just knew her head was being stuck between two powerful, hard objects, and then she was being lifted up and..

Pain. Sharp, biting agony flooded Makie's back as she was stretched across Alex's back, forcing her own body to curve backwards at an uncomfortable angle. Her legs and were both trapped, and her arms were left to flail uselessly at the air as her body was forced to curve down against Alex's back.

Despite everything, Makie found herself screaming in pain, trapped in this elevated hold with nowhere to go...

[BlackAkuma]

Alex had Makie on her back, broken, screaming, aching, utterly trapped, and now she was faced with an important question - how could she make this situation even worse for the Akamatsus?

Easy one: Make it a family affair.

Alex could have gone in any number of random directions, but instead, she chose to lumber over towards Kyo’s corner, making sure he got a good, close look at his sister’s distress, keeping her close enough for him to almost reach out and touch her - almost. She’d remain at least a foot out of reach, perilously close, no matter how much he stretched.

Imogen would’ve called it ‘psychological warfare’. Lance would’ve called it ‘cruel and unnecessary’. Alex just called it ‘effective’.

It wouldn’t be too long, either way. After a few moments, Alex abruptly twisted about, got a short head of steam, then ran toward the neutral corner. She waited until the last second, then spun around and rammed Makie’s prone body into the turnbuckle pads, sandwiching her between them and her iron body for a moment. Only then did she release the hold and step forward, letting her opponent fall behind her.