Yuki Kazikura vs. Amano Jaku II - Hardcore Barbed Wire Match

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As her shouts echoed through the arena, Yuki had made her intent to fight back against Amano, and to show her no mercy, perfectly clear. But then, rather than engage the Demon head on, she turned her back, advancing toward the ropes instead. Yuki paid her opponent no heed, even if Amano cursed at her. She didn't look back as she heard her call, not even to challenge her command to get back, and she didn't look back even as she heard Amano slip and fall on her face. That didn't matter; it wasn't important. Yuki knew what she needed to do, and she was going to do it one way or another.

She clenched her teeth, letting the adrenaline push her onward, as she came to the top rope. She let herself move on instinct, with each step toward her ultimate goal seeming to come as naturally to her as breathing. Yuki straightened herself on the top of the barbed wire ropes only so long as she needed to to catch her breath and collect herself - and then, she hurled herself backward.

Everything seemed to go by in slow motion. She could feel the tumble of her body as it began to descend, the air against her bare skin tingling every cut it touched. The surface beneath her feet gave way, and she went into a free-fall. But Yuki wasn't afraid. She was sure she had turned the tide. In that moment, all she could think of was the pounding of her heart inside her chest, and the inevitability of her collision.

To Yuki, it seemed like an eternity. But to any looking on, it would only be a matter of seconds before she came crashing to the mat like a meteor, slamming her full weight against the Demon's back!

The momentum of the impact ran from Amano into Yuki herself; the girl reeled back, her body rising and falling from the force of the landing as she came down with a thump. For a few seconds, she lay there panting. In the brief few seconds Yuki had to think, she remembered the soreness in her shoulders and back, stretched and strained from all she had put herself through. She remembered the throbbing pain in the soles of her feet from where she had climbed the barbed wire. But she was sure that, at least, it would be over now.

Of course, it wasn't.

She heard Amano speak up from beneath her. It was weak and hoarse, her voice labored. But no matter how sore she might have been, Amano was, one way or another, still talking. Still defiant.

That meant Yuki wasn't done. And that knowledge made her stir, her body rising, as she pulled herself back to her knees, rising behind her foe. She roared with pain once again as she forced herself to move, her fingers grasping the canvas to try and steel herself as she sucked back the tears in her eyes. But she had to keep fighting. She had to.

Her body was moving before she could even consciously tell it what to do. Her arms shot out, her fingers grasping for handfuls of Amano's hair as she pulled back to force her up from the mat. As Yuki panted with rising fury, she threw her arms around her head, squeezing tight as she pulled the Demon closer against her bare breast with a headlock, one with all her fury behind it. "You're not done?! You're not DONE!?" she screamed. "What about THIS, Amano? What do you think!? Is THIS what you want, Amano!?"

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The few seconds Amano had to let the pain set it were nothing short of torture. Her back was screaming for the fight to end. Nearly all the air she was able to suck in seconds before were forced out in a flash. And for just a moment, for half of a split second, the world had gone black. The crash had shocked her into mild unconsciousness, but still... she wasn't out. Be it stubbornness to not surrender to her enemy, the dead nerve in her body not letting her feel the complete weight of the brutal combat, or just the remaining embers of fury in her still burning in her, Amano wasn't out yet.

Yuki grabbing her by the hair and adding just a bit more pain to her already swimming head felt like the only thing keeping her in the ring. She was forced to her feet, standing on unsteady legs, Yuki keeping her up more than anything. Yuki's words felt somewhat far, but they were heard clear. She was tired. Just as tired as Amano, but still with enough hatred to burn.

And Amano would met her in kind.

"Go to hell Kazikura!" Amano snarled, her eyes not even staring at her, but in her voice's direction. "If I wanted to feel up your tits I'd be in a hentai match! I WANT YOU DEAD!" That least shriek brought a bit of the picture back into the scene. She could just make out the area they were in. She could just make out the position she was in too. She had one arm free... there was still a chance. "And I told you..." She felt around Yuki's torso, slowly bringing her hand toward Yuki's chest. "It won't end..." She brought her hand a little lower, feeling her stomach and making a fist. "TILL I BREAK YOU!" She reeled her arm back, swinging for one more punch to her liver.

[CaptainL]

For a fleeting moment, Yuki thought she had won. She had pushed her body to its limits, forcing herself even past the point where she could have broken - where she should have broken, by all means, were she not so desperate - just in order to crush Amano once and for all. But she wasn't the only one who burned with an inner fire, one hot enough to carry her on even when she was moments away from collapsing. Amano, too, was motivated to stay in this, by her hatred of Yuki if nothing else, and that would keep her fighting on!

Yuki snarled in frustration, but she forced herself up nonetheless, dragging Amano with her. If the first go around hadn't worked, she'd just need to try again. In an ordinary match, by this point she would be losing hope. She'd see how she was running out of options, and that even when she'd fought as hard as she could it hadn't been enough to put her opponent out. She would start to wonder what her chances might have been, and where she could possibly go now.

But this was no ordinary match. This was something much different. Much more intense. And there was no room for despair any more. Only a struggle that would go on as long as Yuki could still draw breath.

The growls coming from her were born as much from frustration as they were from anger, and from the aches and pains that wracked her body. She stumbled drunkenly on feet that were numb from the pain of the barbed wire, and her weary body swayed from side to side. But she would still hang on, her arms tightening even further around Amano's head and wringing the blood from the wounds across her bow as the pressure mounted. Her teeth clenched and her face tightened in a wince as she drew back, forcing all the strength she had to the surface.

She snarled at Amano, looking back at her despite pants and gasps as the Demon snapped at her. Yuki couldn't even be embarrassed by the insinuations. She was worked up into a frothing rage, and she let nothing keep her down; she would only let it stoke her anger further. "Is THAT all you can think of!?" she barked. "I'm trying to hurt you! No, I'm trying to make you SUFFER! I'll crack your GODDAMN HEAD open if I have to-!"

Yuki twisted her body from side to side, shaking Amano in her grasp. In the intensity she didn't realize that through it all, the Demon was setting up her next move. Her hand ran along the skin of Yuki's chest, warm to the touch from the hot blood outside and inside her body, until her knuckles came to her liver - and she struck.

Pain shot through Yuki's body, from her very core to the tips of her fingers. She cried out with a wail as she was whipped backward, her hands dropping from Amano's head in the process. She began to skid backward, one foot giving out from beneath her as she fell to one knee. Her face contorted in agony and her chest lurched with each gasp she took, one hand clutching her chest as the other clenched and unclenched at her side in a desperate attempt to focus her attention on something other than how much she hurt.

But then, there was always something she was focused on. How much Amano was going to pay.

"F-F-Fuck...you..." Yuki stammered under her breath - just before she sucked in another gasp, and in a surge of impulse, shoved herself back up to her feet as she whipped her arm around to throw a backhand across Amano's cheek! "GO DIE!"

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One punch was all it took to get Yuki to let go, but it didn't put her down. Amano dropped flat on the floor, getting to her knees as quick as her damaged body could manage, looking at Yuki with nothing but pure rage. Despite the clear signs of pain Yuki showed, despite her going down on one knee, despite her gasping for air like she was a damn fish out of water, Yuki was still not down. In a way, Amano could understand Yuki's annoyance with the demon. All this damage. All this suffering. All these insults and hatred. Giving everything she had to do all but kill Yuki despite her threats... and Yuki still wasn't down.

This. Was. Infuriating.

Tears started welling up in Amano's eyes. Not from pain, but from sheer frustration. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE ALREADY KAZIKURA?!" It was a mix of a hateful screech and desperate cry. And no sooner did she finish speaking did Yuki slap her across the face, knocking Amano to the ground. It wasn't even the strength in Yuki's arm that forced her down, but Amano's exhaustion. And for a split second, she wanted to just stay down. It was so tempt, so goddamn tempting to just stay down and let Yuki just knock her out to end this. Amano wanted nothing more than for this fight to end.

But... she stood.

Amano staggered back to her feet, gasping for breath, meeting Yuki's gaze with tear-filled, hateful eyes. "I... I-I..." Her words came out a mix of snarls and sobs. "Kazikura-san... I really... really..." She clenched a fist, her eyes narrowing into slits. "WANT TO KILL YOUUUU! JUST STAY DOWN! I HATE YOU! I. FUCKING. HAAAATE YOUUUUU! YOU'RE THE MOST ANNOYING, STUBBORN, VIOLENT CUNT I'VE MET! WHY CAN'T WE JUST... Just..." She clenched her teeth, practically throwing her body toward Yuki for a wild uppercut to her jaw. Why can't we be friends?

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Yuki winced. Her body burned from the blow to her liver, her muscles stiff and aching. Everything was telling her she needed to stop; that she needed to slow down or she'd hurt herself. But she ignored it all. It wouldn't matter - she was already hurt. She was bleeding, sore, and even breathing caused her to groan and hiss from the pain of forcing her lungs to expand, her body pushed to its limits. Her thoughts had slowed down, and everything went by in a haze, her vision blurry as she fought against fatigue just to stand upright and move.

But she was committed to keep going. Even against her better judgment, even if it hurt to push herself onward. It wasn't even so much her hatred of Amano at this point, no matter what she said. Yuki barely knew the girl. When she committed herself wholeheartedly to stomping her out, it was on principle - she told herself to push on, not so much because she wanted Amano to pay, but because if she wasn't paying, it meant Yuki wasn't trying hard enough.

Yuki's hand cracked across Amano's head, sending the Demon toppling to the ground. But that didn't silence her shouts, and neither did it silence Yuki's. She leaned in closer, bent at the knees and panting hot breaths. Her teeth clenched, and she watched as Amano pulled herself back to her feet. Yuki saw the tears in Amano's eyes, and how her body shook with sobs. She herself was trembling, tears running down her cheeks from the sheer fatigue. But she faced Amano nonetheless. To slow down, she knew, would be to surrender.

"I...I...I CAN'T go down, Amano! Because...because I hate YOU that much! I can't let you get away with this! I can't slow down! I just...I just want to shut up your STUPID FUCKING FACE! Why won't you JUST. FUCKING. DIEEEEE!!? I won't stop! Even if I have to tear you to SHREDS I won't stop!! Her face went red from her breathlessness, and her throat raw from the screams ripped from her lungs. Yuki didn't even think of what she was saying any more. She just had to match Amano for everything she did, lest she come away as the weaker, the one who hesitated.

Amano's body was so slowed with fatigue that Yuki could have moved out of the way of her next move. It was sloppy, slow, and telegraphed. But whether it was from her own fatigue, or the haze clouding her mind, Yuki didn't get out of the way. She stood there and took the blow, her head cracking backward. Her hair was swung in an arc, a trail of blood and spittle flying from her face as she whirled backward with a shrill scream. One of her feet was swept off the mat; the other, numb and lifeless, gave out under her, and again she went to the mat, falling into a seated position.

Yuki stayed there for a time, panting and whining under her breath. She didn't know for how long she stalled. But Amano was still up. Amano was still fighting. And that meant she needed to fight, too - no matter what, she needed to stand up to her! Rolling up to her knees, she looked back up at the Demon with a scowl, her muscles tensed and ready to spring. As she let out a roar, Yuki threw herself forward, looking to tackle Amano off her feet and send her to the ground!

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She was down. After that punch Yuki had to be down. Amano watched with hazy eyes as Yuki fell back against the canvas, hearing her pants echo through the silent arena, watching her chest and stomach rise and fall as she breathed. It had to be over. "Stay... Down..." She gasped out between her own labored breaths, half a demand, half a plea. Please just stay down Kazikura... Amano hunched down, desperately keeping herself standing as she caught her breath. She just had to give one or two more punches to finish this and then maybe she could walk away with what little dignity she maintained during the fight. Just... gotta... She looked toward Yuki again, her eyes wide at what she witnessed.

"No,"

Yuki rolled up. She was on her knees, staring right back at Amano with bitter, red tears in her eyes. Their faces mirror images of the rage, frustration, and hatred they had for one another. She still was down. After all of that punishment and she still kept fighting. "No. No no no no NO!" Amano's face contorted with rage. This was not going to end at this rate. This damn woman was going to keep standing no matter how hard Amano hit her. She'd probably risk her life if it meant sticking it to the demon.

And Amano was sick of it.

"... ... ..." Amano only had a split second to think, a moment that honestly felt like an hour given the fatigue. This hell had to end, and Yuki's mad charge was just wild enough to maybe take advantage of. As Yuki came barreling toward Amano, as she was just short of colliding with the demon and tacking her down, Amano leaned forward, letting her legs slide back as she did so to keep Yuki from getting on top of her. She was going to use this wild charge to her advantage and push Yuki right into the bloody canvas with her on top. Then... maybe she could finish her.

[CaptainL]

The punch hurt. No one could deny that. Yuki's jaw had gone numb, and her head was throbbing. She panted for breath, each exhale causing her body to shake and shudder. Her head was spinning as she sat on the canvas, only barely propping herself up on her elbows. But she was still awake. She could see, she could think. And that meant she could fight. She was long past thinking about it too hard, or stopping to consider her chances. At this point, anything counted.

It hurt her body to move, her muscles aching as she straightened herself to her knees. Her shoulders and back screamed at her from how she stretched, and she let out a wail that was born from pain as much as anger. But Amano was still standing. She still needed to put her out. She had to. It was the only way.

Yuki didn't think as she bellowed out a battle cry and threw herself toward Amano, hurling her body through the air faster than she could feel the fatigue that weighed on her like lead setting in. She prepared herself to slam against her opponent, taking the top position - only for Amano to duck down, shoving Yuki to the mat in the process.

The notion that she'd missed, that she'd been countered, didn't even reach Yuki's thoughts. She only felt the thud of her back against the canvas, and the weight of Amano pressing down against her from above. She felt the warmth of her skin against hers, how her body moved and shifted above her as they lay face to face, their nearly naked forms rubbing together. Now Amano was on top of her. That was a shift in their positions, and one Yuki had to adjust to.

She looked back up at her, her face contorting in a mask of rage. She shook with each heavy breath she took, but she locked eyes with Amano nonetheless. Her voice and her thoughts were lost too far to voice any words. All she could respond with was a scream, as she reached up with her shaky arms to grab for Amano's throat in an effort to choke her out with the last of her dying strength!

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It worked.

By some miracle, Amano was able to get Yuki under her and force her down. It was only a small act, a basic tactic to counter tackles and take advantage of an opponent's forward momentum, but in the moment it was as if Amano saw the future and predicted exactly how Yuki would move and react, being rewarded with this advantageous position. She gasped in both shock and relief, feeling Yuki squirming under her, their bodies rubbing against each other. In any other scenario this might be sensual, but... no. No, this was two warriors finally bringing their duel to a close. And the enraged look on Yuki's face when the two met eyes told Amano it was a duel to the bitter end.

The scream alone had Amano clenching her teeth, narrowing her eyes at Yuki in defiance. After all this, after all the pain and punishment they both gave and received, Amano was not letting Yuki have her way. "Gh..." Amano saw Yuki's hands reach out, desperate to grab her neck. No...You... You won't... She was still on top of Yuki, she still had just a little bit of leverage to work with. And so she moved forward, going just past Yuki's arms and moving to wrap her own around Yuki's neck for a desperate and tight chokehold. Not a clean one by any means, but she'd force Yuki again her arms and shoulder to cut off her breath.

[CaptainL]

In another match, Yuki might have seen it coming. She might have seen the signs, and knowing the sort of tactics her opponent was wont to use, she might have been able to anticipate what she was about to do. She wouldn't normally make such a rash decision in hurling herself straight at her opponent to tackle her to the ground, throwing all caution to the wind and ignoring how easy it would be to counter her, to turn her momentum against her.

But, as was repeated time and time again, this was not a normal match. And by this point, Yuki's calculated strategic thought had long since passed. The world around her was a blur. Her thoughts were buzzing through her head. All she could do was flail blindly, grasping and striking at whatever she could with her sheer rage alone propelling her.

Even with Amano landing on top of her, Yuki was determined. Her body twisted and turned beneath her, however weak her motions were, each jerk of her shoulders and twist of her hips causing their warm, slick bodies to press against each other. Yuki could feel every motion Amano made, every turn of her muscles. But all she could think of, as she locked her eyes on the Demon with her face contorted in a furious grimace, was her sheer desperation to end this match, once and for all.

Her fingers curled, grabbing for Amano's throat. It wasn't a pretty chokehold, or one executed with the skill and finesse of a martial artist. This was a dying gasp, a final desperate attempt to strangle her foe. Yuki drew in a breath, holding it in her lungs as her body went tense.

But her fingers only met the air. Amano had ducked out of the way - and she was about to prove Yuki wasn't the only one capable of such a manuever. Just as Yuki leaned in close, she felt Amano's own arm running along her neck, tightening into place. She felt the pressure around her windpipe, and how her whole body shook with the choked gasps she took. Her fingers coiled tighter, balling into white-knuckled fists that hung in the air just shy of her opponent's neck. In such a haze, Yuki didn't realize that she hadn't grabbed onto Amano's throat. She didn't care, either.

Everything around her was fading, the world around her growing dark. The arena was spinning. Her body lurched and shook with each ragged gasp, her tense arms trembling. It became a fight just to keep her eyes opened, as her eyelids twitched and narrowed. Only a few soft words could be heard amidst the gurgles and groans that left her throat.

"...go...to hell..."

And, with that, Yuki crumpled. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, and her arms fell limp at her sides, her head rolling back in Amano's embrace. Everything went dark. Yuki had fulfilled her promise - she had fought up until her body simply couldn't go any further.

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Die. Yuki wasn't escaping this time. Die. As sloppy as Amano's hold was, as wet as their bodies were, once she had Yuki's neck pressed against her shoulder she tightened her arm around Yuki's neck and pulled her in. Die! Amano wasn't going to let go. With how wet and bloody their bodies were it was actually hard to separate herself and get into a better position. The most she could do was once she Yuki against her shoulder was pull hard and tight while praying. Praying Yuki didn't resist. Praying that she'd finally just let it happen and not fight back. Praying that her body would finally give in where her mind was still going at high gear to fight and resist. Every movement Yuki made while pressed against Amano's shoulder blades felt like an avalanche of motion. Every dying breathe Amano felt and heard against her body was a gust of wind giving its last huffs of air. It was only seconds, but those seconds felt like hours.

Die already Kazikura! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! DI-!

"...go...to hell..."

"... ... ..."

"... ... ..."

"... ... ..."

It was the last thing Amano heard from Yuki before she stopped moving, stopped struggling. She went completely slack after that. And the referee immediately ran over, grabbing Yuki's wrist, raising it up, and dropping it.

It fell once.

It fell twice.

And after the third and final drop the bell was rung. A bell Amano barely even heard.

Yuki Kazikura was knocked out. It was over. This hellzone of a fight was finally over. And... Amano had won... Or, maybe she just gave out second. She couldn't tell anymore. All she could remember was the last hateful look Yuki gave her being she conked out. "... ... ..." And as much as Amano wanted to separate from her, she was stuck to Yuki for a moment. It was a slow and painful motion to pry herself off Yuki. It took help from both the referee and the now approaching medical team to force her off the girl. And once she was off, she sat up, looking over Yuki, over her bloodied and battled body that likely mirrored her own. "I... told you... Kazikura..." She said, finally taking honest breaths. "We're already... in... hell..."

Amano fell on the bloody canvas afterwards, flat on her back. It took so much to just keep conscious, her could barely feel anything anymore. The relief of the match ending finally halted the adrenaline, and the wave of exhaustion and fatigue now caught up to her body in full. All she could make out were the bright lights above her and the medics quickly coming to take both away.

I... I still... hate... you...

Amano wins via Knockout