Four Corner Slugfest- Kyoko Akan vs Amaya Shizuko

[Fairy Dragon]

Before she knew what was happening her head was being pulled upward, forced into a big submission hold as Kyoko was left to endure the painful submission hold of a camel clutch. With a variation similar to the one she had done, forcing the strap across her neck Amaya would bend her back attempting to break her in half if she could. The useless copycat was doing her best to break her in half.

"Nggghh! Fuck!" Kyoko groaned turning and trying to force herself free. Shaking and swinging to try and free herself despite her position being very poor and how badly the clutch was affecting her.

[godjacob]

While imitation had been the sincerest form of flattery, and the hold seemed pretty effective on its own, Amaya had a means to put her own spin upon it. With the strap being pulled along the chin, Amaya would work to further pull the strap as she aimed to reach behind her and tried to grab one of Kyoko's legs. If successful, she would aim to put the other section of strap and wrap it around the right ankle as she aimed to pull on both at once as if trying to fold Kyoko like a pretzel.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was still being trapped by the submission hold, attempting to crawl herself towards some form of release, even if she doubted it would help she needed to start working somewhere to avoid just being dominated in this fight. Though soon she felt the grip around her neck from the strap tighten while she was also feeling her leg being pulled up, trying to stretch her body out as much as physically possible.

"Aagghhh!" Kyoko's hands would reach out trying to grab anything that might help but all she did was touch a bunch of air as she struggled rather vainly in place. Bent and screaming out in pain as her body especially her back and neck suffered in this awful hold.

[godjacob]

As Amaya pulled on the strap and worked to try and bend Kyoko's body as much as she should, malice painted on her stone-cold expression as her large eyebrows frowned as she kept up the pressed in spite of Kyoko's struggles as she grasped at open air.

"Hoping you can pull a miracle out of thin air? Pathetic..." Amaya said, and with that she'd break her submission as she aimed to get up but not without an aim to grab at Kyoko's arms. Amaya was driven to try and push the punishment forward as she would raise her right boot and aimed to drive Kyoko with a curb stomp to try and daze her in one swift action.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko had done enough struggling from the ground to know that there was always a way out. No matter how much the bitch on top of her thought she was waiting for some miracle she didn’t need one. She just needed one moment to start turning things around and those came often between these ropes. She could feel herself trying to pull herself out of her own troublesome situation when a foot came crashing down on her head.

Th curbstomp happened so fast her brain had little time to process it. Instead her head bounced off the mat like a ball before she stayed still laying on the mat again with the straps still where Amaya wanted them.

[godjacob]

Amaya seemed to have grounded Kyoko, but she only cared about stunning the vet as the relentless former class president had other plans. She worked to move and try and sit up Kyoko as she aimed to try and use the strap to tie her arms to the ropes nice and secure. This would mean she was locked in close with Kyoko and lacked much space.

But for what she had in her mind, she needed little space as it was.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was slowly brought towards the ring ropes and then helped up enough that she was leaning on them, before quickly being forced to have her arms placed there and tied up with the strap. Kyoko could have normally powered out and pulled away but was in far too much of a daze to do such a thing now that she was being held there unable to move.

Instead soon enough she was for the moment completely trapped and unable to use her hands, while this did wonders for Amaya it left her in a pretty compromising position in a match, Amaya couldnt break away to win but Kyoko couldnt do much to fight back.

[godjacob]

Once Kyoko was bound nice and tight, unable to escape her grasp she glanced down with that cold, intense stare of hers and stroked a single finger along the chin of the prideful veteran who was now her dazed victim to be as Amaya had sinister intentions on the mind.

"Remember this well, nobody looks down upon me. And those who do pay the price..." Amaya said with a touch of killing intent, before she rose up and aimed to slam her knee to the exposed "prized" stomach of Kyoko.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was still dazed but slowly coming to her senses as Amaya stood above her staring daggers, and slowly started trying to pull herself loose from her bonds. All that did was shake the ropes a little and it didnt take a genius to figure out that Kyoko was pretty much stuck for now. And worse for her Amaya wasnt willing to wait for her to find the way out, throwing a knee into Kyoko's belly when she couldnt defend herself.

"Guuggh!" Kyoko gasped leaning in as much as she could from her position and coughing up a bit of spit. Still trapped on the ropes Kyoko looked to be in dire straits as Amaya had a clear intent to finish this match and here by any means necessary but she still remained defiant. "Remember you?...in a few months people will forget all about you...and my name will still be on there lips..."

[godjacob]

"When people mention your name, it will only be in reference to the example I make of you today." Amaya replied, coldly and bluntly as this defiant threat from Kyoko over "fame" would only add fuel to this. As Amaya aimed for more than mere victory, no she needed to leave no doubt who the superior woman was today.

Amaya would aim to strike with successive, stiff kicks to the exposed belly of Kyoko aiming to force the air out of the lungs as her new assault aimed to give her stomach a shade of red for a touch of fitting color.