Song and Dance - Satsuki Hayano v. Uta Toyama

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki pulled Uta down to the canvas with a swift midair counter! Satsuki fell as well, but she had far more control than someone who'd just been elbowed in the neck. She quickly rose to her feet, right next to Uta. The Queen of Clubs stood over her opponent, bending over with a smug smirk on her face.

"Aw, did that hurt?" she taunted as she scampered off towards the ropes. Quickly climbing to the top one, she fixed the fallen Uta with a wicked grin. "Well, this ain't gonna be much better for ya!" With that, she leapt from the top rope, flipping head-over-heels before aiming a top rope leg drop right at Uta's core! This was a leg-drop variant of one of her signature moves -- Over the Top!

Over the Top, though Satsuki is doing a leg drop variant

[Arjuna]

Uta was on the mat, groaning in pain after taking those hits from Satsuki earlier. As for Satsuki, she decided to make her way to the turnbuckle and climbed up. Then, she leaped up into the air, performing a flip before bringing a leg drop down onto the downed Uta. Her eyes widened as she took the leg drop, her lips lifted up from the impact before they flopped down.

"GAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Uta gasped in pain after taking the leg drop. It looked like she was in a much deeper trouble now, and Satsuki was free to do whatever she wanted to do next, with Uta having no way to defend herself against her.

[FreestylePoet]

Satsuki tumbled effortlessly through the air before finally slamming her leg down onto Uta's core! The raven-haired woman's sputters and gasps brought nothing but glee for the pinkette that caused them.

She could have pinned her then. It would have been a basic pin, to reflect Satsuki's nature as a beginner to the sport, but a pin nonetheless. Or perhaps locked in a wicked submission hold and forced Uta to tap. But where was the fun in either? No, Uta was a striker -- a woman who likely thought herself proud of the cannons she called limbs. Satsuki wanted to dissuade her of that notion first!

And to do so, she mounted Uta's torso, using the leg drop's pain as a distraction. Once she passed her opponent's guard, she balled up her right fist. And started to slam it, hammer-fist-style, right upon poor Uta's face! Striking over and over until either she escaped, passed out, or whimpered the most pathetic submission in history!

This wasn't MMA -- Uta being unable to defend herself wouldn't earn her any mercy -- but the referee still slid in. Watching both fighters with careful concern. Was this the end? Or did Uta still have more to show?

[Arjuna]

Being hit by the leg drop wasn't the most pleasant thing ever, and Uta was left reeling on the mat, with Satsuki mounting her. And worse, Satsuki decided to use her position to start hammering at her face with her fist. "AAHH!! GUHH!! NNGHH!!" She took some of those strikes before she used her arms to block and soften the blows. With the referee coming over to check on them, Uta decided to do something get herself out of this predicament.

With Satsuki sitting on her body, Uta tried to rely on her flexibility to kick her right leg up. She was hoping that she could hit the back of Satsuki's head with her foot, hopefully stopping her attacks and allowing Uta to push her off of her so that she could properly recover.

[FreestylePoet]

One, two, three blows of Satsuki's dainty fist into Uta's face. Even once she covered up with her arms, Satsuki continued to rain fire, hoping to score some glancing blows and make this really hell for Uta. "HAHAHA!" She laughed wickedly down at her opponent, completely enthralled by the rush of pouncing atop her. "What's wrong? Ya hidin -- OOF!"

Suddenly, a stabbing pain cracked across the back of her skull as Uta kicked up! Unfortunately for the raven-haired middleweight, though, it didn't quite have the effect that she desired. Instead of leaving Satsuki woozy enough to be pushed off, it instead crumpled her like a sack of bricks -- leaving her to slump right on top of the laying Uta!

As rattled as she was, though, Satsuki was still conscious, if her wincing face was anything to go by. "Bweeeeh..." Still, even though she was unable to defend herself at the moment, she was technically pinning Uta. The striker would likely have no trouble shrugging Satsuki off, but rule were rules.

The confused referee slid in to count the barely-a-pin. "Uh... One...?"

[Arjuna]

It felt good that her kick managed to hit the target, but when Satsuki fell down on top of her, Uta was a little stunned for a while, leaving her completely unaware that the referee had started counting the pin. When the referee reached the second count, Uta realized what just happened, and she began to panic as she tried to push Satsuki off of her.

"O-oh shit!"

Before the referee could count up to three, Uta would push Satsuki off of her and get her shoulder off the mat to stop the count. The match still continued and she would sit up as she looked at the direction of her opponent. Uta would take a moment to catch her breath as she tried to figure out what to do next.

[FreestylePoet]

Distantly, Satsuki felt the floor shift beneath her. The referee's voice beside her was warbled, and the crowd was but a burbling ocean. Then that floor fell out from beneath her, and Satsuki was flipped onto her back. That shook her back to reality, and it was only then that she realized that said "floor" was Uta, who had just nearly knocked her out with a kick!

"Tch." Though she scoffed at her momentary weakness, the thought did bring a smirk to her face. Uta was a worthy foe, and Satsuki was going to enjoy bringing her down. She kipped up, the landing surprisingly unsteady. This fight was almost over; she could feel it in the way that sweat poured down her face and that every step was leaden. Another hit from Uta might be enough.

Satsuki wasn't going to let that happen. She took a low stance, coiling herself in preparation for the next -- and possibly last -- phase of their fight. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand beckoned Uta forward. "Think you can knock me out again?"

[Arjuna]

Pushing herself up, Uta couldn't help but smile as she looked at Satsuki. "Well, you could've stayed knocked out earlier, you know? That'll make things easier for the two of us." Uta quipped as she would get ready for her next clash with Satsuki. This time, she planned to go with something simpler. After getting herself back on her feet, Uta would charge towards Satsuki and try to grab her by the side of her head.

Upon grabbing Satsuki, Uta would try to hammer her forearm right at her face, hoping to leave her disoriented. She knew that she needed to ensure that her opponent wasn't going to fight back, so aggressive strikes would be a viable option for her.

[FreestylePoet]

Uta ran swiftly towards Satsuki, and the Queen of Clubs was eager to meet her. When she did, Uta grabbed the roots of Satsuki's loose pink hair with one arm and swung the other towards her! She only had time to widen her eyes before the forearm struck home!

"Gah!" Satsuki yelped at the blow, only kept from clattering to the ground by Uta's firm grip. She let out a snarl that quickly morphed into a wickedly excited grin -- if that was the game that Uta wanted to play, then she'd gladly ante up. Satsuki responded in kind, bringing one palm to press hard against Uta's face and using the other for an open-handed palm strike right to the ravenette's throat!

[Arjuna]

Smashing her forearm right at Satsuki's face, Uta was readying herself for her second strike, but before she could throw another forearm at her opponent, Uta got Satsuki's palm on her face before she took a palm strike right at her throat!

"UGGFH!!"

Stunned by the attack, Uta tried her best to regain her bearing, bringing her hands onto Satsuki's shoulders. Then, she would rear her head back before attempting to smash her forehead right at Satsuki's, hitting her with a vicious headbutt!