Mika Yuriko vs. Rose Gold: Last Lightweight Standing

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Mika panted a bit as she quickly rolled away from the corner managing to survive the submission, though given she was down the referee would begin the count anyway as she needed to prove she could make it to her feet all the same.

"One...Two...!"

The Trinity heel side groaned, she had managed to break the submission with the clawing of her thighs, but it had not helped her situation beyond an escape from certain defeat.

She struggled to find her way to the feet, and now Rose seemed extra angry as she climbed back into the ring with malice on her mind.

"Three...!"

"Hey probably the best pair of hands to touch your body, so enjoy it. And here, got another surprise just for you!" Mika cursed out defiantly.

But it seemed she had more than bravado, before the referee could count to four, Mika moved to her knees just long enough to shove the ref aiming to knock her and slam her right into Rose!

It wasn't as if she could be disqualified anyway, and if she could knock Rose down with her she could bye some key moments needed to get feeling back in her legs and work her way to her feet.

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Rose Gold watched Mika with fire in her eyes. A hand pressed to her perfect alabaster thighs. She traced the red lines Mika's nails had drawn on her skin.

"How... dare you!" That same hand balled into a fist as she tried to contain her anger. It was a losing effort.

She chased Mika into the ring. The ref had started counting, but that wouldn't stifle her fury. She didn't care about winning the match in this moment. She only sought to finish tearing this little bitch's legs apart!!

"You're finished!" She growled. Her fist clenching so hard it became audible.

And it was at that exact moment that the referee was sent flying. The scantily clad official crashed into her!

"Oof!"

The collision sent the lightweight onto her backside and in the corner. She'd been so focused on Mika that she'd not been prepared for another woman to be propelled into her.

It left her in a daze, with the back of her head upon the second turnbuckle.

And the referee, as was tradition, was far worse for wear.

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The referee, far from used to the punishment that wrestlers took in an out, was taken off guard by that desperation push and when she slammed into Rose she was knocked out as she slammed on the canvas.

The Trinity persona used this chance to catch her breath, not needing to worry over being counted out but she quickly knew she had a short window to operate with.

Mika pushed her body, both with her undying will and stubbornness, to move up by the corner across from Rose using the ropes to get to her feet.

She took a moment to observe the situation, the referee was out for the moment, Rose was a little dazed in the corner and suddenly a fresh window had opened for her to work with.

A window she was gonna take advantage of.

"We'll see...whose finished!" The Trinity persona cursed, before sucking in her reserves as she charged aiming to strike at Rose in the corner while she was at her current vulnerable state.

Not with a splash, or a press...but with a running knee aimed right for her face against the turnbuckle!

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Rose Gold sat in the corner, her arms draped over the middle ropes. Her lithe body rose and fell as she began to summon the strength to get back up. Red furrows had been dug into her thighs. Not only did they burn with pain, but they reminded her of her weakness... She could have had the match won had she not yielded to the sudden searing agony. Perhaps that was a lot to ask of any woman. But she was in a match with career shortening implications. It wasn't about pinning or submitting your opponent. It was about battering them until they couldn't fight back...

Her eyes fluttered offering brief flashes of her gold-flecked eyes. "Uhhhn..." She whined. The referee had cracked skulls with her. Left her dizzy. She shook her head sending her golden blonde locks left and right as she tried to shake off the call of slumber.

And it was at that exact moment that Mika's knee crushed her face, smashing the back of her head against the turnbuckle. A brutal move illegal even in all but the most underground MMA circuits.

She didn't even grunt. Her ears rang and the world went black.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her jaw went slack, drooling. She was a marionette with its' strings cut. Completely out cold.

There was no referee to count her down. Safe from loss... But unconscious, she was completely defenseless!

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"Y-yeah...serves you right, skank..."

Mika panted as the Trinity persona seemed to be pleased with that move, in one stiff strike she had reduced her rival into a drooling mess and seemed totally out of it. Knocked out, with the one caviat being that the referee seemed to be faring little better. She swore she heard snores from the official but decided not to dwell on that.

She worked to drag Rose by her ankles, her limp body would offer no struggle beyond dead weight which was annoying but manageable. She grinned evily looking down at her foe.

"What? Got nothing to say? Was soo cocky before~" Mika mused, as her heelish person worked to deliver a knee to the unresponsive crotch of Rose. Just to rub salt in the wound.

She then turned, noting one of the camermen around the ring and got an idea. "Hey you, make sure you get a good closeup~" Mika mused, kneeling down as she aimed to try and sit up Rose to have her face the camera in her knocked out "glory."

"Smile for the camera~" Mika mused, as she aimed to sit up Rose on her butt and try to puppet her arm by waving her arm around for the camera.

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The Lightweight was little more than a toy for Mika at this moment. The knee strike had freed her entirely of her consciousness. She made soft sounds of struggle as if trying to battle against the current of unconsciousness and return to life! It showed that she was still in there somewhere!

She felt herself drug along the canvas, though her body remained limp. When Mika finally dropped her, her legs were spread invitingly. Her attire kissed her lower body. The moisture that had built up from the matches efforts, sweat and other things; caused it to cling to her womanhood. Made the cleft of it traceable. And all the more inviting for Mika's vile follow-up attack.

"Bueghgh!" She made a sound of visceral pain as her petite pussy was pounded by Mika's knee! Her eyes bulged, even in lightless unconsciousness! And she coughed and gagged from the pain! She let out a quiet moan, like someone stirring from slumber, but rolling back into it instead of waking.

As she was lifted into a sitting position, her head slumped, hanging loosely. Her eyes were moist with tears, an autonomic reaction to her pussy being pulverized. And her mouth was left open, drool running down her cheek. "Nnnn..." She was beginning to stir. But the ref was still far from perdition.

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And with her foe seemingly set up, Mika decided now would be the good time to end it. And with the referee down, there was only one way to make sure this girl wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

The Trinity personal would quite without care drop Rose's head on the canvas, giving a simple kick to the chest to try to stun and keep her in place. Or perhaps just as some added salt to the wound, it was hard to discern motive in the middle of this hot and heavy action.

Either way, the lightweight rolled outside and scanned under the ring as she seemed to be looking for something, in this case, what seemed to be not one but two folded up steel chairs that she slid into the ring. It was unclear what this one had in mind, but the evil look in her eye the cameras picked up showed the pure malice.

Mika strolled into the ring as she quickly set about her plan; she set one chair on the canvas and worked to lay Rose's head over it face first, while she stood over her weakened foe and had a steel chair in hand. Seemed her plan was to try and smash her face into the steel chair like some sort of cruel sandwitch. This move promised a sure conscious and barring a miracle the end of this match.

"Light's out slut~" Mika, or Trinity, spoke with venom as she grinned evily and raised the chair overhead as the audience watched with baited breath. But, the swing never came...

N-no, no! I won't, not like this!

Before the Trinity persona had a chance to die down that other voice, Mika and Platinum seemed to return as the self-admitted mega face looked on in horror at what she was about to do, even with all Rose had said and done to her, nobody deserved this and quickly Mika chucked the chair aside as she stepped back to evaluate what she had done. Quickly, she knew she wanted to win in a way that didn't betray what she stood for, and moved by the ref to begin to try to revive her.

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Her vision was just beginning to clear up when it flashed white! "Nyagh!" She cried out as Mika's boot rang against her skull and sent her back to the canvas.

Belly down, she twitched and drooled. Her head had taken so much damage throughout the bout. She was dizzy and fading... But not out.

She stirred slightly when her face was repositioned atop a cold steel chair. Her left leg shifted, but she otherwise stayed in place. Vulnerable. Her head was on the chipping block and her pretty golden eyes could only flutter.

But time continued to pass. Her execution continually delayed. And when she finally woke, she saw her opponent by the referee. Back turned.

She wasn't sure why she hadn't been finished... But when she got back to her feet, it was with chair in hand. That, and the resolve to not offer that bitch the same courtesy!

*CRACK* If Mika didn't move then she would find the seat of that cruel steel crashing down directly atop the center of her skull with spine-compressing force! It was a merciless attack... The first of many, if she couldn't protect herself!

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Mika of course wanted to make sure the referee was okay, she could only guess the damage her "other side" caused when it was let loose but as she did she had made an amature mistake.

Her time of concern had given Rose time to recover from her previous blows, and Rose proved to be not nearly as competitive considerate as Mika did.

Rose seemed to grab one of the two steel chairs, and just as Mika seemed to be getting a slight response from the comatose referee Mika turned and saw Rose raise a chair which caused her eyes to widen.

She attempted to roll to the side to avoid the blow, and attempted would be the most accurate term as she had no time to completely avoid the blow.

SMACK! the chair said, as it slammed into Mika's right leg leading the lightweight to groan out in pain as she rolled, the momentum flipped again and now Rose had a clear shot for some payback of her choosing.

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The impact of the chair shot reverberated through her wrists and up her arms. Mika had moved and she hadn't managed to get all of the attack. She'd felt the upper piping of the chair crash against the canvas and withdrew it with a disappointed snarl. She'd missed.

But that snarl turned into a wry smirk as she noticed Mika's right leg beneath where the chair had been. She hadn't missed entirely. And in fact... This new development might have opened up the route to her success.

"You were so crafty and eager to hurt me a few moments ago. What happened?" She asked with feigned interest. Her words were a distraction as she enacted a new plan. A chair shot to the head might have ended the lawless last woman standing bout. But this... This would be more fun!

Rose Gold planted her foot upon Mika's ankle, pinning her to the canvas by her right leg. The one that was already red with impact from the chair. "If you shoot, make sure you shoot to kill honey." She clicked her tongue in disappointment as she chastised Mika. She then turned the chair over in her grasp, holding it by the legs.

She lifted it high, like the blade of a guillotine. "It's my turn now, so let's hear more of those cute SCREAMS!" She shouted as she drove the chair cruelly downwards in a stabbing motion! She drove the weapon into the already wounded leg of her opponent! She was aiming to hobble the other lightweight. To weaken her... So that they could truly play!