Mika Yuriko vs. Rose Gold: Last Lightweight Standing

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Mika panted a bit, as she clutched her leg which roar in pain from the chair shots, but the referee continued to count which gave her confidence that maybe she had kept Rose down. It seemed ike she wasn't even moving during the first five counts.

The referee kept counting as Mika clung by the announce table, sitting on it a bit as she eyed her foe with a frantic nervous energy.

Come on come on come on...

The count rose to six, and as she referee began to move to seven Mika sensed that victory might be hers. The crowd seemed to grow in anticipation as this girl threatened to pull off a surprisingly hard fought win!

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At the count of "seven" Rose Gold's hand slapped onto the edge of the ring apron. Her fingers, pressed down onto the surface of the canvas as she used it to begin pulling herself up. By "eight" she was on her feet, knees bowed together. And before the referee could count "nine" she was glaring at her.

Her face was swollen from the match and her body was bruised. But her will hadn't been broken. Her consciousness hadn't been stolen. She winced as she moved, just the slightest jostle caused her head to throb... Mika'd really messed her up. The chair shot and the topple to the outside had left her weak.

"Where'd you... Go...?" She half-demanded and half-pondered as her golden eyes searched the horizon. She took a step forward but wobbled. She caught herself on the edge of the ring and suppressed a swear. She was standing... But she hadn't gotten her bearings yet... She couldn't fight like this!

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Mika groaned in frustration, and pain well mostly pain as Rose somehow managed to remain up. Her pretty face seemed to be brusied, though Mika wasn't very much sympathetic given her leg seemed to be a shade of purpose from her chair shots.

Mika needed to keep her down, but from her own blows and the one leg she worked on, she wondered how, but as she hopped over to rest by the announcer's table, she got an idea. And began to clear the table as the commentary team was forced to vacate.

Come on, just gotta push through...

Mika worked up to try and move by Rose, limping over really as she aimed to guide the bruised beauty and lay her across the table, the goal it seemed to be she was gonna try and use it as a weapon, if she could just get her on the table, and if she herself could get by the raiing that divided the crowd from the outside of the ring, she could splash her through it and put an end to this.

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Rose Gold was dazed and barely conscious. She was wobbling on her feet and breathing erratically. The rigors of battle had worn heavily upon her and it seemed like a final act of will to get her up on her feet at all. There was no one in the driver's seat.

Mika had no difficulty at all guiding her over to the announcer's table. She was rolled atop it with her left arm hanging limply, ominously off the edge. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, and admittedly, it felt good to lay down. Her legs were splayed open shamelessly. Her attire was pulled tight against her body. The arousal and sweat of the match caused the fabric to shrink against her crotch. It slipped between her swollen pussy lips and offered the fans a view they would covet for years.

She was beautiful and sexy in her vulnerability. But she was also in grave danger.

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Mika panted a bit, as even the effort to get Rose on the table took a lot out of the girl, but she knew she had to take advantage here. Rose was so close to being beaten, practically out on the table and she just needed one more push to finish it.

Come on, come on, you can do this...

Quit being a baby, just end her!

Mika argued with her internal voice as she attempted to climb on the nearby guardrail, attempting to set up for what seemed like a splash. If she could driver her full body weight onto Rose then she might break her through the table and that surely would keep her down. She bent her legs and prepared to jump, but the sing in her leg caused her to cry out as she hesitated.

N-no I...I can do this!

She bit her tongue, and forced her body to jump to the table and her foe, course, her bruised leg caused her jump to be awkward and not get the air she desired, but she hoped to sill send her crashing through as her eyes closed in pain.

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Rose Gold's hand twitched on the table. A random firing of synapses within an exhausted, battered body. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was slack. The bout had been grueling and the little blonde had paid the price with her body.

One leg hung off the edge of the table, swaying limply. The heel of her boot thumped dully against the table as Mika ascended the guard rail and lined up her kill shot. Noone had expected the bout between two lightweights to be so competitive. The Lightweight division, to many, was something of a joke. Models and women too tiny to be exciting competing in hug offs. The efforts of the athletes who put their hearts and bodies into these matches were overlooked and underestimated. But tonight, no one could deny that the two embattled women tonight had put on a show that would help to dispel that myth!

Neither women were in good condition. Mika's cry caused another twitch in the lifeless body of her foe. Mika's leap was awkward, but it gave it a visceral, real quality! It wasn't an act of flashy acrobatics. It was an act of desperate violence! The crowd roared and cheered for the violence and inclusion of tables! And Mika hit with a heavy thud!

Rose Gold's body crashed to the arena floor... Rolling off of the table a microsecond before Mika's flying attack could connect!

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Mika's stumbled jump already was a sign this was not going too well. She tried to push the body of hers too far and now her angle was all wrong, and to make it worse, Rose moved off the table at the last minute!

"AGH!" Mika cried out as she crashed onto the table, her body shook a moment as the hard surface was smacked with her body and she faceplanted in the worst way possible. After the impact Mika lied in a bit of a daze as that blow seemed to take what little fight she had left out of there, as her tongue hung a bit and she panted on the table as she tried to suck in the air. Or perhaps she just was too out of it from the blow to really know where she was at the bonus.

The referee looked as frankly neither competitor seemed to be in the best shape, perhaps it would be wise to call this match off but then she remembered that in a Last Woman Standing Match she was not to stop until one of them was unable to continue. So for better or worse, she kept an eye on both of them as this match was to continue.

Question was did Rose have what was left to take advantage of this.

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Rose Gold's head was filled with a shrill ringing. She tried to blink the world at her feet into focus, but it swam as if she were floating on the ocean. She'd heard the crash of Mika's body upon the table and it took her an extra second to register that she herself hadn't been struck.

The few seconds that both girls were unmoving felt like an eternity. But that illusion was shattered as Rose Gold's hand clapped down upon the table with a sudden slap! Her fingers flexed as she used the structure to force herself to her feet. Her head slowly crested over the threshold of the desk to look upon Mika's disabled body.

"Y-you..." She growled as she pulled herself onto the table. She slid onto it, clambering atop it with her knees. Gone was the grace of a predator, replaced instead with the desperation of a survivor.

She graduated to a stand from her hands and knees, dragging Mika up with her. Then, she forced the girl's head between her bare thighs. And hooked both of her arms. "I'll end you!" She barked as she jerked roughly on her arms, forcing her to stand even if she couldn't, or have her rotator cuffs torn apart.

Her left eye was forced closed from exhaustion... But her right eye was open and full of disdain as she gazed down at the bent-over figure of the other lightweight. "You hear me!? I'm going to end you!"

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Mika was not sure if she lied a sweaty, exhausted mess on the table for five minutes or five hours. It had more no difference in her nearly empty mind as she just panted trying to collect what energy she could. Course, that was much easier said than done.

Not helped as Rose seemed to be the first to spur to her feet. Or least, Mika assumed that was the case as suddenly her body was jerked up as a soft groan escaped her lips. Rose may have been trying to pass some curses her way, but honestly she was so out of it it all was a literal blur to the lightweight.

It was a hassle to get her up, given the leg with visible bruises on it just could not support her weight so she was basically hoisted up on one leg, slumped down a bit as Rose would have to drag to get her back on her feet. Still, she offered no other resistance beyond dead weight as her head was placed between Rose's thighs and her arms were hooked up.

Needless to say, this might hurt...

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Both women nearly stumbled as Mika's leg gave out. But it was with a grunt and a re-assertive jerk on her chicken-winged arm that Rose Gold reset her position!

"You want to go down that badly?! Fine! I'll help you!" She snarled. Her demeanor had shifted completely. There was nothing playful or competitive about her. She was angry. And she wanted to -hurt- Mika. It was lucky for her that this match had no rules. And that the goal was to injure your opponent so badly that they could not meet a ten count.

"Just die!" She demanded before jerking roughly once more upon the blonde's awkwardly angled arms! This time however, she pulled her up into the air! She jumped up with her, curling her legs beneath her!

Both women were airborne at the same time. Rose Gold was upright, practically kneeling upon Mika's head. With Mika horizontal, splayed out, as if she were sleeping on her belly! A Pedigree.

Rose Gold flexed her thighs as they descended, trapping Mika's face between her knees. Forcing her to stare at the table as it inevitably approached! Her arms were trapped, she had nothing to protect her head...

"RAAAAGH!!!" Rose screamed bloody murder as she drove Mika face-first into the table with the Gold Standard!