[ Canceled ]

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POW Match
Win Conditions: Win via Pinfall, Knockout, or Submission
Stipulation: Winner is allowed to keep the loser for the night

Yuki was abuzz with energy as he bounced around his locker room. This time around he got a pretty interesting kind of match. A POW match. If he could win this he'd get to keep his opponent for the whole night for... well, anything. Just the kinds of high stakes he liked! His mind jumped around ideas. He could tease, and mess with is opponent all he wanted if he won. A chance to humiliate them in the ring, and further it in private to really rub salt in the wound. All he had to do was rough up his opponent, knock them out fast, and then take them home to further the torment. Okay, just gotta' win this!

Once his music came on Yuki ran out onto the stage. A bit of a larger crowd than he was expecting, but nothing he couldn't handle. All the more people to see him win! He ran right over the ring, hopping over the ropes and onto the canvas with little effort. He stretched a minute, patting down his bottoms and adjusting them while he waited, a smirk on his lips as he thought up how the match would go.

Spoiler

[Bare]

Xiomara cracked her knuckles and bounced on her heels in preperation for her upcoming match. After a rather hard loss to a damned masked idiot Xiomara had asked her mentor and now official manager Chiara to come down to tbe ring with her... ‘watch out’ in case she needed backup. ”Hehe this little fuck boy doesn’t know what he has coming.” She said sadistically before turning to Chiara. “He even agreed to a pow match so we’ll have him all to outselves all night.” She said getting a shidder of eager pleasure as her music came on, prompting the sadistic princess to strut out with Chiara at her side where she’d psoe wickedly in her slick black leotard alongside her mentor with her signature whip prop behind her.

Spoiler

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After a moment of waiting, Yuki saw his opponent approach the ring. Well, two people actually. A girl in a skintight outfit and a whip just about a head taller than him. And... a giant of a woman right beside her. And damn, was that mountain was a woman kind of hot. Yuki felt his face flush red for a moment as he saw her approached. Obviously that woman must had been the smaller girl's second or friend, but... wow, the short one had some good taste in friends.

Still, that wasn't Yuki's opponent. His opponent was the sinister looking chick posing with the whip like some BDSM stripper. She wasn't as hot as her second, but she was pretty cute in her own right, weird props aside. The girl in freckles was cute and sharp eyes had charm to them. Almost a shame he'd have to rough her up during the match. Well, I'll have her all to myself afterwards to make up for it. With that, had walked closer to the center of the ring.

"Just warnin' ya' now, that whip's not gonna' help much." He said.

[Bare]

Xiomara strutted down the ramp confidently, her mentor at her side as she set her eyes upon her feminine looking opponet as she did. Wrapping the whip around her waist as she neared the ring she walked up the steel steps and non chalantly tossed her prop to her titanic second. Slipping through the ropes she looked over at her opponet who wasted no time in speaking to her. Of course hiwever she only ended chuckling at what he said. ”Hehe I’m not gonna need it for what I plan to do to you.” She said darkly as her smile turned just a shade more malicious before stepping back to lean against her corner.

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Oh god, that smile could kill a lesser man. Yuki could just feel the dark intent from her words. He shivered, despite himself as she watched the woman walk away to her corner. Yuki did the same, though with staggered steps. Geez, why am I gettin' so flustered? He shook his head, desperate to clear his thoughts. She's just some chick. A kinda' freaky chick, but still. He slapped his face, getting back into the match. He could do this. It was just some girl and her ridiculously taller and hot friend watching them. He could beat this girl, what was there to worry about?

With and roll of his shoulders, he took his stance, arms up and legs apart, ready to punch, grapple, or whatever they were going to do to each other.

And soon, the bell rung.

And Yuki went out guns blazing, charging forward for a dropkick to the girl's freckled face to kick things off!

[Bare]

Xionara chuckled lightly, already putting one of Chiara’s lessons to use. Using her wirds to cut her victim’s confidence down a notch before lashing out. Normally she’d just curse her opponet out, but now? Now she was just enjoying watching the small male squirm at the implications of her words. It was almost like marianting meat before putting it to fire.

Speaking of.. as the bell rang, officially starting the match, the fire was lit as a absolutely savage smirk spread across Xiomara’s lips. Watching as the male dashed at her, leaping up in the air for a drop kick she’d just smirk in response

Pushing off with her leg she’d side step from her previous position in a single smooth stride, content to watch as her opponet would fall to the mat. Licking her lips once again if this worked she would throw her leg up before bringing it down, aiming to drive her heel right into the poor boys rib cage with a brutal stomp.

[dlamp]

Yuki's feet only met air as his opponent easily slipped away from his blow. Rather than hitting her face Yuki hit the canvas, recoiling somewhat from the dropped. "Tch," An annoying ad embarrassing display, but Yuki could shake it off.

Though... he'd be shaking off more than embarrassment.

"Grah!"

Just a moment after hitting the canvas Yuki's opponent stomped down hard on his side, right at his ribs and making him writhe. He clutched his side, gritting his teeth as the pain slowly subsided. What glimpse he caught of his opponent was a cruel and pleased smile, making Yuki only glare as his remained on the ground nursing his sore spot. "Bitch," He hissed out.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked down at her opponet, watching with sick satisfaction as he writhed on the mat in pain, clearly suffering from that stomp to his side. Althrough beneath the pain Xiomara could see the frustration and embarassment welling up already, something that manifested when he cursed at her. “All poor baby, can’t handle a wittle pain?” She asked mockingly in a mock baby voice before throwing her foot forward once more to try and smash it into his face. “Let momma kiss it better!” She would say in a sadistic tone if the blow managed to connect

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Great, I've got a freak here. This woman clearly had a screw loose. Just seeing that gleeful look on her face as she brought Yuki down sent a small chill down his spine. It'd be one thing if it was just trash talk and riding the high was getting the first hit, but this chick was honestly enjoying the pain being caused. "Tch," Like hell I'll let you do whatever! As Xiomara's foot came down Yuki rolled away to the side, dodging the attack. He got up in a low stance immediately after, lunging forward for a double-leg takedown.

[Bare]

Xiomara watched as the small landed on tbe mat, enjoying the frustrated look on his face as he looked at her. Even as she missed her stomp from him rolling away that didn’t diminish her excitement. ”Oh hou got some spirit huh?” She asked, although immediately after she found herself besieged by him, grabbing her legs and bringing her to the mat with a takedown. Glaring for a second she once again regained that twisted smile. “That just means I get to squeeze the spirit out of you!” She called out as she’d attempt to wrap her legs around Yuki for a tight bodyscissors.