Yuki Kazikura vs. Rose Gold - Mercy Match

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Rose Gold's self-satisfaction was palpable. She had begun to set this little girl straight. This would-be champion. If this was what LAW's Lightweight division had to offer as contenders, she was a shoe-in.

Rose had taken a moment to survey the broken landscape that was Yuki's coughing, sputtering form. Those pale, perfect legs would be the subject of the Caustic Cutie's ire. The Dynamite Schoolgirl's style was a high-flying one. Thus, founded upon her athletic legs.

"Oh? It's worked for you has it? I think you're delusional, Sweetheart." Rose rolled her eyes at Yuki's rebuttle. The nerve of this girl. "I saw what happened to you when you had a brush with greatness." She added as brushed her bangs out of her face. "You quit!"

With those harsh words, Rose approached Yuki. She changed levels, lowering herself to grab Yuki by the hair. That was when the yellow-wearing warrior struck. She entangled her golden-haired foe and drug her to the ground! They rolled until she found herself upside down, shoulders pinned.

"W-what are you doing!?" Rose would protest as she struggled within the pin! Her legs kicked as her lovely body sought freedom! The position gave the audience a perfect view of her shapely, athletic backside. Her leotard pinching between her round butt as it quivered enticingly from all the movement. All the while, Rose shreiked in frustration!

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Yuki's lip twitched anxiously as Rose continued to taunt her. When Rose brought up Yuki's failure to win the Lightweight Championship, it made a shiver go through her body, and the raven-haired girl had to stop herself from shouting back anything in her defense. In truth, the verbal blow had done Yuki more damage than she would care to admit. She was disappointed in herself for her loss, and she worried if she could be enough. When she went to sign up for this match, Yuki thought it was her chance to redeem herself and to set the record straight - but, so far, she wasn't exactly having much luck on that front. She wanted to just cry out and to silence Rose. Even so, she was only blurting out whatever came to her to make her feel better about herself. All could tell that Rose had more conviction in her words. "No-! I didn't quit..! I kept on fighting as long as I could, I-"

But she stopped. She couldn't let it get under her skin. That would be exactly what her foe wanted. She had set out her mission statement, of breaking Yuki down and shattering her confidence. And if she let herself get upset over that, then Rose would already have won in that regard. She took in a breath, trying to steady herself. She reminded herself of all the successes she'd had up to this point, of making a name for herself on the indies, even at her young age. How she had hit her stride. Of the pride her classmates had in her for every match she won, and their support whenever she came up short. How she'd come this far even in LAW, to the point where she warranted being on the main card at a show like this to begin with.

She reminded herself of Kelsea, and how she was sure to be watching her in her moment of glory. Yuki had to do this for her. She had to prove she was who Kelsea hoped she would be.

Those were the thoughts filling her head, as she lay in wait. And, as Rose bent down, it all went off in a flash, as Yuki swung herself over enough to catch hold of Rose's leg and bowl her to the ground! From where she lay, she grinned with confidence. Now, she knew how she'd respond.

"I'm proving you wrong!"

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"Raaagh!" She yelled in frustration from within the confines of the pin! Her pale legs continued to kick, animating her shamefully displayed body in a most erotic fashion!

Her body being folded over caused her pert breasts to lay just below her chin. Her nipples triumphant against the thin fabric, inspired by the previous humiliation she had inflicted on Yuki. Her mound was taut against the crotch of the one piece. All the kicking had only made it tighter, causing the curves and valley of her womanhood to be visible against the clothing.

"This is stupid! Let go of me!" She yelled again, gnashing her teeth like a trapped animal! "You did quit! You know it! I know it! You put yourself in a position to lose! Because deep down, you didn't believe you deserved to win. Isn't that right? School girl?" She spat the words out disdainfully, appraising Yuki.

"It was enough for you to just be there! Wasn't it? To be under the lights and the cheers. You coward! You were never trying to win! Just like now!" She continued to buck her hips and yell. It was ignoble, to say the least. But there was some truth to the words. Yuki could hold her here for a 30 count. The match would still continue.

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Yuki bit her lip, fighting on as hard as she could. Against the thrashing of Rose's body, it was like a rodeo cowboy trying to hold down a bucking bronco. Yet she only steeled herself further, her arm coiling close around the leg it grasped while her thighs in turn scissored down hard on the other. Spread out underneath her opponent, her body was rigid and her muscles tense. She couldn't let go. She knew that as much.

The physical attempts Rose made to fight against the hold weren't posing much of a problem to Yuki. She could keep her in place without much trouble. But it was the psychological warfare and the verbal assault that cut deep. As her words hit her, Yuki's grasp slowly but surely began to ease, her eyes going wide. Stricken by the magnitude of what Rose was saying, it was enough to let her guard down, for the fight to flow out of her.

Was she a coward? Was she never trying to win? The thoughts were enough to make Yuki grow tense, as she clenched her teeth anxiously. No. That couldn't be right, she told herself. It flew in the face of everything she knew, everything she believed herself to be. She had to give it her all. She had to be the best she could be. That was the mantra that had carried her through every match. Her championship match, she told herself, was no exception. Wasn't it? She had believed, going in there, that she at least stood a chance of winning. That she deserved it. Even as Rose called out the very epithet that the press had dubbed her, it still seemed a vicious barb thanks to the context. When she had first been called the Dynamite Schoolgirl, it was in reference to her prodigious talent, and how she had achieved greatness at such a young age and defied all expectations. Yet, when Rose called her a schoolgirl now, it was different. It made her youth all the more apparent. It made her seem young. Naive. Unprepared. Out of her league.

Those were all thoughts going through Yuki's mind, as she tried to hold firm. And all the while, her grasp was wavering. Slowly, but steadily, her hold on Rose began to slip back, loosening to the point where the blonde would find it easier now to free herself. "No..." Yuki muttered, trying to convince herself now more than anything. "That's...that's not..."

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"Oh please!" She demanded, exasperated by Yuki's blubbering. Her words had hit home as hard as any physical blow. And like a series of belly punches, it had weakened Yuki's grasp and her resolve. She could feel it as she kicked. No longer was Yuki's grasp taut and dominating. It was almost absentminded now. No longer was her technique present. Instead it was replaced with an instinctual grasping. As if she was trying to save herself from a sheer drop and Rose Gold's thighs were the cliff face.

"We both know you didn't deserve to be there! You were a can! You were put there to make the champion look strong. To build her. You were enhancement talent!" She spat again, this time, her kicks hopefully finding purchase!

If so, her lower body would flop to the mat, finally free from their confines leaving her back on the mat and her head against Yuki's belly. She'd scramble, rolling over and to her knees. There, she could look down at Yuki. And Yuki could see the cruel glee in her eyes. She could see her teeth, bared like fangs. Not the threatening rasp of a house cat. But the eager smile of a mountain lion.

"This is where you deserve to be. On your back. Staring up at the lights. Beneath beautiful, powerful women like myself." She'd gently run the back of her hand along Yuki's cheek. A caustically comforting gesture. "It's okay, little schoolgirl. I can see from your blush that you'd like to be here." She teased. "Just surrender."

Rose didn't move to deliver a strike. Or a hold. She didn't even get to her feet. She had already wrapped herself around Yuki's subconscious. And slowly, she was stretching it, torturing her inexperienced mind. The serpent seductress was already constricting the poor girl's spirit... Whether she knew it or not...

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The true stakes of the match had shown themselves now. The biggest obstacle Yuki was going to have to overcome would be her own worries and self-doubts. Even if her strikes were true, Rose, perhaps inadvertently but now certainly deliberately, had found her weak point, and she was intent on twisting that knife even further. As she accused Yuki of only being booked to make Aoi look better, her grip at last weakened enough for Rose to kick free, and Yuki rolled over onto her back. She lay there, panting, before propping herself up on her elbows to look back at Rose. But she was nonetheless still flustered, her teeth clenched and her brow furrowed.

"That's not true and you know it!" she blurted out. "Aoi-san herself told me I was worthy! That I gave her a good fight!" Her fist balled, and she looked ready to strike out at thin air, but then, she stopped at the next part. "That I-" It was only then that Yuki realized she'd slipped up again, and her face went pale to prove it. She was losing her cool, and she couldn't focus. No matter how good she was, she thought, it wouldn't matter if she wasn't committing herself to the match. And Rose, meanwhile, was intent on keeping her head in the clouds.

As Yuki collected herself, though, she saw Rose looming above her, as fearsome a presence as a woman of her stature could be - yet, in this moment, she might as well have been ten feet tall to Yuki, who was struggling to keep her composure and her confidence. She might not have struck, but she looked like she could at any moment, and the tension was eating Yuki alive, the hairs on the back of her neck raising into pointed barbs. But what she lacked in physical blows she more than made up for in verbal, as she continued to tease the joshi wrestler below her.

"Surrender?" Yuki responded. She shivered at the sensation of Rose's hand against her cheek, her teeth clenched, but at the same time, she took in a long, slow breath through her nose. Rose wanted to break her, she had said that as much. So she would need as much resolve as she could draw on.

"I'll...never surrender. And not to someone like you!" she shouted out. If Rose wasn't going to strike, Yuki would have to get there first, and she drew back an arm to swing an elbow straight towards the blonde's jaw as she hung above her!

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It was as clear to Rose Gold as it was to Yuki. She was getting flustered. She was athletic and skilled. A prodigious grappler and graceful high flier. But she was young. Tested, perhaps, but still inexperience and naive. Her confidence was her greatest weak point... Yuki was tense. Her teeth clenched. It made her movements slow and predictable. While Rose Gold was entirely focused on their battle, Yuki's was contending with whether or not she should be here.

"Oh? Did she say all those nice things? How kind of her." The cruel blonde rolled her eyes atop Yuki as she patronized her. "If you were worthy, you would have won. That's the whole point of the contest. Idiot." She spat the words disdainfully. Another blow directed at her pride. Her reality. It wasn't entirely true. Philosophically, if Yuki were to break it down, she could validate herself and expose Rose for the petulant harpy she was perpetrating. However, Yuki Kazikura was in a state of duress. She was fighting a multiple front war, and the battle was not going well. That fact she wore on her sleeve as she drew in a deep, focusing breath.

"That's fine with me." She shrugged from her position atop her enemy. "I think we both remember the last time you said that, don't we?" She asked as Yuki lurched into action! An elbow strike that came across her body and sought Rose's jaw.

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The blow connected and Rose's head jolted. The point of Yuki's elbow found itself in the center of Rose's palm. She'd caught the blow with a snarl. A snarl that became a smile. "Even I didn't expose myself in my first match, Ms. Kazikura. If that's what not surrendering looks like to you..." She teased as she moved to her knees. Her other hand moved from Yuki's face to sweep along her neck and clavicle. Her index and middlefinger basing themselves against the exposed pale flesh near the cut of her top. They began to walk teasingly across that valley, playing at the border of her attire.

"I would be more than happy to oblige you." She waited for Yuki's expression to deform. And as soon as it did, she would receive her own elbow across the chin. Delivered from the arm that was currently using her upper chest as a base. Whether the blow landed or not, Rose would push away from her adversary and return to her feet.

"Honestly? I don't care if you surrender." She spat. "I'm not here to win a match. Beating a loser like you proves nothing." She let the words hang for a moment. "I'm here to humiliate you." She thrust a finger at her with as much arrogance as she could muster. She then pulled that hand back and slid her thumb along her throat. "And to hurt you."

"So please. Yuki-chan. Hold on for as long as you can and make this fun for me!"

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Yuki's eyes were narrowed, her teeth clenched, and her heart pounding a mile a minute in her chest. Rose knew how to cut deep, and her taunts were still ringing in her ears. Even if Yuki had tried to reassert her control, Rose already had a comeback prepared, and one that only made her angrier, as she stared at her gritting her teeth. But her next strike was already in motion, and it was aimed right at Rose's jaw.

She felt the impact before she saw it. She knew she had hit something, and she saw Rose jerk back. But it took Yuki a moment to realize that the latter wasn't the result of the former. Perhaps that was why she drew in a gasp when she saw that Rose had managed to block her blow. Her reaction time, it seemed, wasn't just incredible on the verbal front, but she was able to quickly adapt to the physical as well.

What happened next, however, took Yuki off guard. "What..?!" she shouted, drawing back in surprise, as a decidedly undignified blush came to her cheeks. Did Rose...know? She had to. The gesture to her chest made that clear. But how could she? Even if it had been likely a low point in her career, the beachside humiliation match she had against Lucy, in which her opponent had managed to strip her of her top before holding down on her breasts until the pain and shame alike got the better of her, seemed like it was ages ago. It had been, ultimately, a minor setback in the long run compared to the rapid ascent to the top that had led her to the championship match, and to this night. But Rose knew, somehow. Just how long had she been watching her? Yuki now had absolutely no idea who, or what, she was dealing with. At this point, the only thing holding her back from a panic was her own willpower.

Shivering at Rose's fingers tracing the edges of her neckline, Yuki bit her lip. "You...you didn't-" she began. Yuki didn't even know how she would finish that sentence, her mouth running on autopilot. But she didn't really need to, as she was soon silenced with a swift blow across the mouth as Rose struck her with her own elbow! With a yelp, she fell to the ground, laying there in a heap as Rose got off of her and climbed up to her feet. She'd stay there, on all fours, as Rose continued to taunt her. Threatening still more to come. And insinuating that Yuki wasn't even worth the effort. Her fingers gripped the canvas, and she took a few deep breaths, but she pushed herself back up all the same. She shook her head, reminding herself she couldn't let this get to her. If Rose was going to make herself this much of a threat, she'd be all the more satisfying to take down.

"I'll hold on...as long as I can," she said, with the most stoic of manners she could manage at this point. "If you want to humiliate me, and hurt me, though...I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." The time to dwell on her comeback wouldn't be now. Now was the time to act - as Yuki charged toward Rose, going to swing her arm out in a lariat to try and hurl her to the ground as she passed!

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Rose Gold's counter elbow hit home before she got back to her feet. She'd left Yuki with something to think about. The pain in her cheek would be a lasting reminder throughout the match of what losing her focus would cost her. Of course, it might already be too late for the Dynamite Schoolgirl. The doubt that she'd sown in Yuki's mind was already beginning to take root.

Rose Gold stood above Yuki who was on her hands and knees. The sight of which brought another self-satisfied smile to the brazen blonde's lips. The shame of Yuki's past disgrace was practically dripping off of her. She was finished already. More's the pity.

Rose Gold turned her back to Yuki, instead appealing to the fans. A quick shake of her hips showcased her desirable body and sent the audience into cheers. 'Contemptible idiots. The lot of them.' She thought disdainfully through her fake showman's smile. She barely heard whatever it was that Yuki was mumbling. Her surrender, likely. She rolled her eyes preemptively.

"What was that sweetheart?" She said as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at Yuki.

It was at that point she noticed that Yuki was a hell of a lot closer than she'd been a few seconds ago. No longer on her hands and knees, she was charging her like an angry bull! It was all Rose could do to turn around and bring her hands up. They offered little protection as Yuki drilled a lariat across the blonde's bust!

The blow floored the caustic cutie with a meaty *Whump!*. Her eyes went wide from the shock of the sudden impact and she coughed as her lungs struggled to reboot! She had something vile and cruel to say... But without breath, her barbs were nothing more than gasps.

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The crowd cheered at Rose's display, a sight that caused Yuki's brow to narrow as she was pushing herself back to her feet. It was bad enough that Rose was mocking her in this way, but if the crowd was taking her side, that was even worse. Yuki wouldn't dare let herself succumb to such a vile foe, and she wouldn't let her claim the moral superiority either. If they were so easily won over by Rose's curves, Yuki had little faith in them. Not that she was jealous or anything. Of course not.

Still, as she got back up, there were just as many cheers for Yuki's determination to prevail, and for her to come out on top against all odds. Hearing such praise caused her to smile - but her face was soon fixed in a cold glare toward her opponent, as Yuki stood ready to punish her for her deeds. She came charging forward, and her speed proved to serve her well. Yuki could feel the collision of her arm against Rose's chest, and the rumble of the canvas underneath her feet as she dropped to the ground.

Now the positions were reversed, and Yuki was the one standing over her. If she was one to gloat, she'd note the irony. But there were more important things on her mind. "I don't think I need to repeat myself," she said. "Actions speak louder than words, after all." And Yuki certainly had plenty of actions in mind - while Rose was down, Yuki went to run towards the ropes, once again hoping to use their momentum to her advantage, as she would hop onto the bottom rope to give her the altitude to come back down onto Rose's sternum with a hip drop!