To Kill a Butterfly: Clair Soldemors vs Akira Fujiyami

[GolemGuardian]

Standard Match
Victory can only be obtained by pin, submission, count out, or knockout

Clair stood backstage, cracking her neck as she waited for her entrance to start. This was her second singles match, her first being against a rather fun opponent. That match had really gotten her blood pumping, and she was hoping this one would be the same. She'd seen a bit of Akira's matches and liked what she had seen. She was gonna have a lot of fun pinning this 'black butterfly' up by her wings and displaying in all her pained glory for the crowd.

And unfortunately it would be solo tonight. Much as she wanted her there, Mikoto was at home resting. Clair had been a bit too rough with her the night before, and her girlfriend needed to rest for the day. Not that Clair understood why, she didn't think the whipping and rope play had been that bad. She didn't question it though, and instead chose to just silently resent Mikoto. Knowing the emotionless girl, she'd be up and ready soon as she got home, regardless. Besides, she was certain she could handle Akira on her own.

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Suddenly her theme hit, and Clair ran out onto the stage, performing her little pose for the booing crowd. The sadist didn't care though. They could boo her all they wanted. Long as she got to inflict pain on her opponents, that was all that mattered to the blonde.

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She made her way down the ramp and got up onto the apron, deciding to save the display of her skills as a former stripper she used in her first match for after she won. But she would still showcase her flexibility, bending down into a splits as she leaned down beneath the bottom ropes and rising soon after. And with that she got back up and into her corner, waiting for her opponent to show herself.

[Marspell]

Backstage, Akari Fujiyami watched her opponent, a blonde woman by the name of Clair Soldemors step out into the ring. The crowd booed her, and angrily showed their displeasure, and Akari knew why. Clair, like her, was known to enjoy pain, and sadistic ally dismantling her opponents.

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The tall, slender girl brushed her jet black bangs out of her eyes, and cracked her knuckles backstage before beginning to walk down the ramp to the ring, as always, clad in black undergarments, and a black sports bra, that each accentuated her curvy, well rounded front and back, and left little hidden. Her arms and legs each as always displayed muscly tendons that made clear Akari was a well rounded athlete, as well as sporting six pack abs that glittered under the light sof the arena from a light sheen of sweat from her warmup.

The tall teenager slipped into the ring, and stepped up to clair, sizing her opponent up. She could feel clairs breath, softly against her skin, as she tried to use her few inches of height advantage to make herself seem as tall and imposing as she could, smirking confidently, and crossing her arms.

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Clair's eyes followed Akira as she came to the ring, her body gleaming in the arena lights. She looked like a delectable, tender piece of meat with how she sheened. Oh how Clair wished this had instead been a hentai match so she could get a taste of her. But for now, she guessed her lips would have to suffice.

As the woman entered the ring and approached her, the Canadian calmly and confidently walked up to her. As Akira stood there, arms crossed and trying to seem as big as possible like she was facing a bear, Clair just scoffed with a hand on her hip. "Cute act, honey. But I've taken down bigger." The blond shrugged, looking up at her opponent. "B effort, at best."

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Akaris confident smirk quickly turned into a nasty snarl upon hearing clairs words.

"If I wanted, I could have you begging me for mercy," She growled through grit teeth at her opponent across the ring.

"I cant wait to snap your pretty little back in half over my knee," She smiled menacingly, and brushed her bangs behind her ears, settling into a confident stance, ready to wrestle. The teen looked downright gorgeous in the light still, fair features, and voluptuous curves on display for all of LAW to see clearly see as she stood, waiting confidently for the bell to ring. Her muscles were clearly exposed, and bulged a bit as she readied herself, making clear again to Clair that her opponent wasn't a newbie. Akari was someone who knew what she was doing in the ring.

[GolemGuardian]

Such a turn in expression from a few words. This girl wasn't one for keeping up appearances, was she? Well, no matter. Clair would be taking care of her soon enough. Both her previously confident smirk, and her little snarl.

Clair leaned back in her corner, rolling her neck and stretching her limbs. She was nowhere near as muscular as this girl, but the definition of her abs couldn't be denied. One had to have a powerful core to truly work a pole, after all. Too much muscle and you'd accidentally bend it, which would mean the singles you made for weeks went into a new pole. She was lean, lithe, and was confident she could out maneuver Akira so long as the challenge was worth it.

DING! DING! DING!

There was the bell, meaning the match was on. The Canadian took careful steps forward, sizing up Akira. "How about we start this simple, hm?" She said as she held up both of her hands, beckoning the Black Butterfly towards her for a test of strength. The crowd, and no doubt Akira, would be surprised by the request. But if she chose to accept and closed the distance, she'd instead find Clair's foot shoot forth into her gut. Should that be successful in landing and doubling the bitch over, Clair'd then turn and lift the same foot up and kick right down on the back of her head to lay her out. She'd had a lot planned for her opponent, and this combo would only be the beginning.

[Marspell]

Akari smiled as Clair beckoned her closer, to lock hands and test their strength. She stepped forward, and her fingers interlocked with he opponent, as she got ready to push back... except the push never came. Akari had fallen for Clairs ruse, and didn't see her opponents knee in time to dodge it.

The knee buried itself deep into Akaris abdomen, and the tall teen doubled over, groaning as the air escaped her lungs. She coughed hard, and her knees drooped inward together, before Clairs second kick came, right upside her head, blindsiding her as she fell back, and crashed onto the mat, stunned by the combo, before slowly trying to pick herself back up again.

[GolemGuardian]

Was this girl just that gullible? Or did Clair just give off an air to make her off guard? Well, given how their gears ground a second ago, it surely couldn't have been the latter. But regardless it seemed that her ruse worked. Akari got close to her and lowered her guard in confidence. Leaving her open for the Canadian to attack her gut and then her head. It was way too easy so far.

"You want to rescind that earlier statement?" The blond asked as Akari tried to get back up. But Clair wouldn't allow it, going to stomp down on the butterfly's back to put her back down. "Because so far, you're not really living up to it or your muscles." She'd grind her foot down, just to accentuate the point. And hopefully it would send the message she wanted it to, and get it through the buff woman's head.

[Marspell]

Akari spat out some spittle, stunned from the knee to her abdomen, as she slowly tried to get up from all fours, she felt her opponent step closer. She groaned, and steeled herself for a new round of punishment. Her back exploded in pain as Clair kicked her over and over. She tried to roll to the fetal position, shielding herself from the strikes as best she could, shaking, stunned and injured from the blows, as the blonde stepped around, and ground her head into the mat embarrassingly.

"guhhhhhhhhhh!" Akari tried to groan in response, but the foot digging her head into the mat made it hard for her to say anything. Suddenly, in the lul between the pain, she realized Clair had left herself partially open by gloating like this.

Akari quickly tried to retaliate, gripping clairs foot tightly, and tugging back fast, hoping to throw her opponent off balance, and keep hold of her foot, in order to use it as a lever, throwing Clair clear across the mat and into the ground!

[GolemGuardian]

Clair let out a bored sigh as she ground her foot into Akari's head. All the talk and this was all this muscled butterfly was offering her? An easy to read trick and a little stomping was all it took to take the fight out of her. She was a sadist, but if her prey didn't offer much of a fight it just wasn't worth it. Maybe she'd just lie down after, let Akari pin her and just leave. Probably should see if Mikoto was feeling better, after all.

It was during this lull caused by her inner monologue that the butterfly found the fight in her again, grabbing her by the ankle and threw her balance off. "H-heeyy!! Ooof!" Clair landed with a hard thud, stunned from the fall. "G-guuh... That you saying you're more than just talk?" The Canadian taunted, rubbing the back of her head. In the meantime, it seemed that the momentum swung the butterfly's way for now. And Clair would be left open for whatever the girl wanted to attempt.

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Akari smiled, having finally gotten herself back into the match. The muscular teen stepped forward confidently, and quickly scrambled onto the canadian, climbing onto Claire's back.

"I told you Id have you begging for mercy." Akari growled at her blonde opponent, as her hair fell wildly around her face. She bared her teeth angrily, clearly mad that she had been taken advantage of earlier in the match.

Using her experience in wrestling, The teen quickly snaked her hand around, hoping to get hold of opponents arm, and twist it behind her back as far as she could, in a bid to leverage it in a painful fulcrum, flipping her opponent onto her back where she could easily be scooped into a pin with her shoulders down, a classic maneuver in wrestling.