Trial of Courage! (Amano vs. Pieck)

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"Gh..." Amano gritted her teeth, clutching the back of her head tight as the world came back into focus. It wasn't as nuts as her deathmatch, but this was turning out to be quite the violent battle. It started clicking as to why her opponent would want this kind of match now. And there was more violence to come. Just as Amano was getting her bearings back and was able to start standing, Pieck snatched her from behind by her shoulders.

"H-Hey!" Crap, this was bad. Amano barely had time to work in a quick to this. She felt herself being pulled back as Pieck jumped, gritting her teeth for whatever impact would follow-

"Gragh!"

And had pain shoot right into her back as both Pieck and her hit the mat, Amano's spine throbbing and as she kicked her feet against the ground in pain.

[Ultima]

Pieck felt good about landing the codebreaker on Amano. The evidence was in how she was taking the damage currently. Kicking her feet against the ground in pain was a good sign. Pieck would not waste this chance, getting herself up Pieck would make her way to Amano quickly. Not saying a word to her opponent, more focused on her next move. Standing straight up Pieck would do her finger gun pose to the audience, afterwards she would try and do a standing moonsault on Amano hoping to cause good damage.

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"Auuoh..." Amano laid on the ground, her back still racked in pain as she was desperately trying to get her bearings together. She gritted her teeth, sucking in a sharp as she tried forcing herself to her knees. To her surprise, her opponent barely said anything, rather letting her actions speak for her. She looked back, seeing her do a quick pose before taking to the air.

"Graah!" And crashing hard right into Amano. The weight had the Demon flat on the canvas again, her back against sheering under the weight and pain the impact caused.

[Ultima]

It was at this moment in landing the moonsault that Pieck knew the match was in her favor. Thanks for watching my fall there. You’re so nice to do that said in a voice that knew exactly what it was doing. As things stood now it was as if some other instincts came into play. Pieck would fix her position over Amano, now reaching for her leg and hooking it over for a pin. In Pieck’s mind she felt that after the damage Amano took that this was already written in stone

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"Uuuugh..." Amano writhed on the canvas, pain throbbing throughout her body from the moonsault. By all accounts it was as good finishing move as any. Amano could just barely make out Pieck's taunt, only able to let out a low, angry groan in response. Her mind was still fuzzy with all the pain she took, left on the mat in a dazed state that had the crowd begging for the Demon to be pinned. And all Amano could feel afterwards was her leg awkwardly forced into the air as a hard slam hit the mat near her.

"ONE!"

Amano was motionless for a moment. The loud call starting to register.

"TW-!"

Then, the Demon snapped awake, jerking her shoulder and body up with a snarl in a desperate attempt to force the fighter off her. "Not yet!"

[Ultima]

Pieck waited rather patiently pinning Amano for the count of the referee. Usually in matches wrestlers are more aggressive in getting the count. Not Pieck though she was sure enough about the match. While Pieck was nonchalant about the entire situation Amano on the other hand refused to lose.

Summoning some of the energy left she had at the moment. Amano was able to kick out before the final count. While in the process of pushing Pieck off of her. With a rather surprised look on her face You still have some in the tank? Now getting herself up Pieck would not rather be a victim to a comeback. So in hopes of trying to stop it early. Pieck would try to grab Amano and throw her into the corner. Looking to run behind her and hit Amano with a flying forearm.

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Amano forced herself to her feet the moment she was free, taking a few breaths. Okay, taking all those hits took its toll, but she was still in the game. And the shocked look on her opponents face at her sudden revival was its own reward. The fight was far from over, and Amano wasn't going to just fold over so easily.

Though Pieck gave her little time to recover, quickly tossed right into the corner. "Agh!" Her head snapped a little at the impact, vision slowly coming to focus. "Gh-" She gritted her teeth, glancing behind to see Pieck's figure run at her. She had to act fast.

"Raagh!"

And with a snarl, she clutched the ropes, doing a short hop to bring her legs and try to slam her feet into Pieck's gut before her forearm reached the Demon.

[Ultima]

Looking to nail Amano with a flying forearm, Pieck would transfer next into a move big enough to put Amano away. But in her haste for such an outcome, Pieck left herself open to get countered because of the flying forearm. Amano would take advantage of this and nail Pieck in the stomach with legs.

OOHF Letting out a very audible grunt Pieck stopped dead in her tracks. Holding her stomach with both her arms, turning her back to Amano trying to walk to the nearest set of ropes to keep herself standing.

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After having to so much punish in the first half of the match, the surge of energy that came from nailing Pieck's stomach was insane. The crowd winced at the impact, mirroing Pieck's voice as Amano dug her feet into the fighter's body. The grin on her face turned wicked, seeing the advantage she now had. Payback time!

Pieck stagger, doubling over as she moved to the ropes. Her back was complete open. "Kehe~" I don't think so! Amano dropped to her feet, gunning right for her opponent. She moved lower, wanting to grab Pieck's ankles to pull them from under her to get her on her stomach, a set up for a harsh stomp to the back and spine. A fair trade by the Demon's count after taking that damn Code Breaker.

[Ultima]

Missing the forearm was less than ideal. Now she was in a position that Amano could take complete advantage of. Step one would just be the blow to Pieck's gut, this would just neutralize her long enough for Amano to get any follow up. Now with Pieck on the ropes she wanted to recover using them but Amano had different plans in mind.

Amano would grab onto Pieck's ankles and pull her from the ropes, having her fall face first on the ring floor. Pieck would still be holding her stomach from the blows prior. Not that Amano cared for it, stomping on Pieck's back and spine. AHHH Pieck let out as she screamed in pain now her hands moving to her back. Holding it in pain as Pieck rolled slightly side to side.