Yuki Kazikura vs. Angelina Tarrant

[CaptainL]

Yuki could hardly believe it. She had dropped Angelina directly onto her head - it was practically inconceivable that she would be able to get up so quickly after! But she was seeing it right now, before her very eyes. The red-haired girl had managed to kick out just before the count of three, and now she was rising - slowly, and haggardly, with labored motions, yet she was still doing it! Yuki had used one of the most hard-hitting moves in her arsenal, and it still hadn't been enough to put Angelina away. The sight of her lifting herself from the mat, going up to one knee, seemed like it should have been a scene from a dream. And yet, Yuki knew all too well it was real. Her breaths began to quicken nervously - if not even a brainbuster had been enough to stop her opponent, what would?

But she clenched her fists and sucked in a deep breath as she nodded her head, collecting herself with a newfound sense of purpose. Her losses before, Yuki told herself, happened because she had lost her cool when she needed it most. If she didn't want the same thing to happen here, she needed to stay calm and focused. She began to sink down into a stance, her eyes locked on Angelina. If that hadn't been enough for her, she would just have to hit her even harder! Yuki came running across the mat toward her foe, waiting for the moment she would begin to rise. As she closed in, she would swing her knee upward in an attempt to strike at Angelina's jaw with the momentum of her charge behind her!

[Monsy]

The world was her zombie and she rose like a corpse being revived by idiocy. Worst part about being dropped on the head was the nagging headache. The ringing feasted on her sanity and all this swimming around in delirium was putting knots in her guts. But nothing phased the drill spearheading deep against her skull, the pain spreads like a virus. This was her mountain to climb. There wasn’t a plan of what to do when she overcame it. Being knocked back down was something she entirely expected. So it might’ve been better to lie down or to roll for the outside. But where’s the fun in that? This match was getting good.

And with her opponent’s rumble across the ring, her backwater suspicions were right. She knew it was coming. Every inch of her daze was yelling through the chains. Do something. Her mind cried, a voice that sang, almost unheard as she peered out. And when that knee came, well, those staggering survival instincts finally flickered. She slumped to one side and tried to throw her arm over the thigh, hook under the knee and absorb the blow into her armpit. It shocked her shoulder into a burning pinch, and it reverberated into her neck. The momentum would see her drag wherever Yuki may run. Leaning over then peeking up. Half-ded eyes, the other half, determined and full of fire that was overflowing.

“Goooooooot yaaaa, Yoooooooks.” Angelina said in a sing-song tone.

Her grip wasn’t that strong. Neither was her balance or ability to mount anything complex. Her face simply fell to her opponent’s leg, jaws open and teeth bared like the animal she descended into. Alas the two rows would try to sink into a chunk of Yuki’s thigh, with a growl that she bit, no ounce of hesitation or relent.

[CaptainL]

Yuki could hardly believe that Angelina had found the strength in her to kick out of a brainbuster. But if that was the case, she told herself, then so be it! She was willing to do whatever she needed to to ensure she'd finish the job. She might have questioned what exactly Angelina was made of, but she knew that if she took too long to contemplate that it would only slow her down through the rest of the match. No, Yuki needed to act! She needed to keep the pressure focused on Angelina to ensure that when she went down, she stayed down - and her wide eyes soon turned to a determined glare, as she took off once again to land a knee against the redhead's jaw!

With the momentum of her stride behind her, Yuki closed in on Angelina, kicking up her leg with the same force with which she took another step forward. But at the last minute, Angelina raised her arm, managing to catch her leg in her armpit. In her half-dazed state, her reactions were lagging behind, yet she had still managed to put it off! Yuki's eyes widened as she looked down to see the block, and for a moment, the thought flashed by her mind of just what it would take to put Angelina down once and for all. But she was just as quick to remind herself she couldn't let that slow her down. Her speed was a great asset, and she couldn't let Angelina take that away from her - besides, a good enough strike to the shoulder would hurt just as much as one to the jaw!

However, even as she skidded forward another step, Yuki couldn't stop Angelina from what she was about to do - she lowered her head and sank her teeth right into the skin of Yuki's knee! The Japanese girl was prepared to give it her all, but she couldn't have anticipated the lengths Angelina was willing to go in order to succeed. She threw her head back with a scream, her face contorting in pain. At the same time, she kicked out with her free leg in an attempt to drive it into Angelina's gut, hoping that would be enough to knock her aside. If it worked, Yuki would fall to her back, now with both feet off the ground and nothing to keep her up. But at least Angelina would be off of her!

[Monsy]

The woman absorbed a cannonball and it nearly took her shoulder. It jerked the joint and felt like uprooting some muscle, as if they were tree roots being yanked from the soil. Everything hurt. That was the bad thing. But the good thing: everything hurt. She had a bubble of complacency, it couldn’t grow much worse than this, right? Angelina knew the limits. But she was ready to challenge them; challenge theirs. And that couldn’t wait. Even without a proper stance, these dogged two rows wet with saliva and malice had its way of pinching the flesh. No giddiness or laughter. Just the work of a snarling malevolent animal, hellbent on leaving a lasting mark.

But she’d hardly get a taste for skin before a leg drove into her gut. It sent her lithe belly into ripples. “PUGGH!” Her guts twisted and felt swelled within the second. She yelped. Now THIS was worse. She felt sick to her core. Dizzy like she was dropped on her head again and lost all barring. Her hands covered up her bruising spot, wheezing out sand-breath as she fell forward with her forehead kissing the canvas. She bit her tongue then the inside of her cheek. Alternating. Her eyes were closed and a little moist. Now, as much as she protested seconds ago. Angelina needed time. To just lay here and rest. Feel the rhythm of her chest, challenge the bruising and groan passingly.

[CaptainL]

Both girls were growing desperate - Angelina in resorting to biting Yuki's knee to get her to let go, and now, Yuki was willing to do anything if it meant freeing herself from the torment the redhead was unleashing on her. She knew it would be risky - she only had one leg left to stand on, and if she took that off the mat, she'd lose her balance. But the alternative - being caught up in Angelina's clutches as she practically rended her limb from limb - was far worse! Yuki was willing to expose herself to danger if it meant being able to strike a blow against her opponent, and take back control in the process. She kicked off with her one leg, driving her knee straight into Angelina's unprotected midsection!

The impact was enough to drive both of them backward. Angelina let Yuki go, and the brunette fell back, landing on her rear and rubbing at her temples as she caught her breath. With a wince, she leaned forward to rub at her leg, still feeling the teeth marks Angelina had left on her knee; a few little spots of blood came away on her thumb as she drew back. But when she looked up, she saw that Angelina, too, had gone down. The knee strike had driven the air out of her lungs, and now she lay crumpled in a heap, practically folded over by the force of the blow. Her knee still hurt, but Yuki couldn't let that stop her. Here, she had an opening, and she needed to grab it!

She quickly rolled to her feet, huffing under her breath as she rubbed her knee again. But now that Angelina was down, she knew what to do. She leaned back against the ropes, dragging the cables behind her to draw on their momentum. Then, like a slingshot, she fired herself forward, straight toward her fallen foe! As she closed in, Yuki would hop off her feet, sticking out her elbow and throwing herself through the air to drive it down against Angelina's back!

[Monsy]

Her breathing was kicked out of rhythm; gutted and left with a hoarse corpse for lungs, feeling half-decayed and clogging up with mildew. With this irregular, struggling pant, Angelina was pinched in place. A stomach turned to a rock. Her arms were vines simply glued to it. Forehead down and ground itself dry of sweat on the canvas, and her ankle-high boots rose up and kicked the canvas, again and again as the spinning didn’t seem to end.

Then that elbow dropped down. It felt like a dull knife, its blunt end smashing a disk. Her scream was immediate and passionate, and ran until her throat was dry, her face having gone wide as she turned to her side; shoulder-blades having rolled back, her elbows withdrawn and knit close to the body. Her hands made sweaty fists and she choked on her second cry with gnashed teeth and welded-shut eyes.

When the initial bite was beginning to settle, she let out a loud whine, muttering out repeatedly, “Ow… Ow… Ow…” And she was slowly going limp again, a stack of limbs with an arched back. A cheek melting into the canvas and a loosely-opened passive stare looking out as the daze and pain sunk in like a nasty hangover.

[CaptainL]

Yuki felt like against Angelina, she couldn't take any chances. The redhead had already done the unthinkable in kicking out of a brainbuster, and that was enough to tell her that her opponent was incredibly durable - perhaps even superhumanly so, the thought flickered by her mind for a split-second. Regardless, Yuki knew that if she wanted Angelina to stay down, she was going to have to go to lengths that surpassed her limits just as much as Angelina already seemed to surpass what was possible. She already looked like she had been laid flat by the blow to her gut - but Yuki wanted to be sure, and she swiftly followed it up with an elbow drop that drove the air out of Angelina's already ragged lungs!

She watched as her opponent crumpled face-first against the mat, all but deflating beneath the force of the blow. Yuki rolled over to her side, taking a moment to catch her breath. She could go for a pin now, she thought - but the memories of how Angelina had defied the odds by kicking out of her last one were still fresh in her mind, and she didn't want to take any chances. Instead, while she was laying beside her foe, Yuki swung her arm out again - this time, looking to snare it around Angelina's throat from behind, where she would squeeze down on it at the same time she pulled her back against her chest to go for a sleeperhold!

[Monsy]

How she hated being the one on her back. Counting the lights. Being at the whims of a force that was starting to feel greater. She couldn’t find a purchase to come back, so far. No opening was given by Yuki and no time to relax. She lugged herself about like the ends of her limbs were tied to huge weights, and the sweat was clear that everything had its price. Her arm reached out. The ropes appeared to dance in front, taunting, coming closer then pulling away. But it was Yuki’s arm that did it, and for a second, there was no reaction. Just a passive, glistening stare as her face descended into red tints. Drool leaked out the corners of her mouth, eyes peered up as she gagged. An arm swung up by the elbow, slunk over their forearm. The fingers curled to press in - then they pulled forward and tried punching the limb, again and again. Each one was a little weaker. “Ghh…hhhhg….”

The light took more of her view. She was slack, holding on and surviving. Her hips flinched, the legs, stacked together now shuffled forward, with her boots grinding their rubber into the mat, Angelina twisted her hips so the bottoms of her feet could raise and slap the canvas flat. Then both feet started lobbing themselves at the ropes, falling and resting idle before the other leg threw itself afterward. Her free hand outstretched and clawed the mat, trying to pitifully move them towards the ropes and ultimately stave off the impending unconsciousness.

[CaptainL]

Yuki's heart was pounding, and her teeth were clenched in a grimace as she strained herself to hold on even against her opponent's thrashing. Angelina was giving everything she had in her to break free, but Yuki was fighting just as hard to resist, her body stiffening and concentrating every inch of force she could summon into the limbs that held Angelina still. She had fought this hard to win the upper hand; she wasn't going to relinquish it without a fight! Angelina had already freed herself from her clutches more than once when Yuki thought she had taken charge - she couldn't let that happen again; not for the sake of the match, and not for that of her own self-respect! She needed this!

When the redhead began swinging a fist into Yuki's arm, she hissed under her breath. Her grip trembled, threatening to go slack or to drop away, but she only squeezed a fist tighter, digging her nails into the palm of her hand as she tried to power through the pain. Her brow furrowed, and she snorted under her breath. Yuki could tell Angelina's strength was dwindling; she just needed to ride that wave a little longer!

But Angelina would soon change her tactics, dragging herself closer and closer toward the ropes. Yuki felt herself being dragged across the canvas, but she resolved that she wasn't going to let go unless there was truly no other answer. She would fight it to the end! The girl lifted her hips from the mat, trying to kick up her legs to throw them around Angelina's waist and squeeze it with a bodyscissor. But it was too late. Angelina, too, would get her legs up - in this case, to latch onto the ropes, winning her freedom!

"ROPE BREAK!!" the referee cried. At the sound of it, Yuki froze. She didn't expect Angelina's plan to actually work - and she was hoping, against all hope, that she would be able to get her to either tap out or pass out in time. But Angelina was proving just as tenacious as Yuki herself. It would take more than that for her to submit, and now, Yuki had no choice but to release her!

"One! Two!" Realizing that she was still holding onto Angelina, Yuki broke away from her, shaking her head to clear herself from the daze she'd let herself fall into. She blushed for a few seconds at the thought that she'd actually do something so underhanded as to refuse a rope break. But she had other plans in mind. If Angelina wasn't going to go out this way, Yuki would just have to try something else!

The Japanese girl clambored back to her feet, taking a moment to catch her breath. Then, though, she would grab for one of Angelina's legs, pulling it back from the ropes. Yuki used her leg as a handhold to drag Angelina back toward the center of the ring, where she would tighten her grasp and bend back to exert the pressure of an ankle lock!

[Monsy]

Both women expected a battle; instead, they got themselves a war inside four corners.
Angelina’s throat was turning into a straw. The choke had her eye-sockets inflaming. Her mouth was running dry with each gasp, with what’s left oozing out the corners of her mouth. If that foot didn’t land on the ropes, there was certainty that nothing would’ve followed. She had eyes half-rolled into her skull. Her body was limp and twitching from the continued choke. It was seconds. Moments that left her on one percent. Then it rushed back like a flood. She sucked in deep, sounding like a howl or a revival from drowning. Her scorching red face coughed, and she started blinking with one eye as the other bulged, gazing at the blurry surroundings. The crowd’s noise rang her ears. She was stuck panting like a dog, sweaty and feeling like death.

Her arms and legs were wet noodles, and she didn’t even care that hair was curling on the inside of her mouth. She was just happy to breathe again. “My neck ain’t…. Hah… Ho… A stress ball!” And she coughed again, splaying out like there was all the time in the world. A hand gripping her ankle was the alarm. Instincts flicked on as her shoulder blades began to rotate on the mat, turning around and being dragged back. Angelina threw her arms out to grasp the ropes. Just her index managed to curl around it, offering but a second’s worth of sudden resistance, torqueing her heel from the crutch of her boot before being placed in the middle of the ring, her ankle was viced and twisted! “AAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!! GGGHHHHHH!!!” She squealed, face-down, hands gripping and tearing at her own hair. She rammed her face into the canvas. Pain exploded; nuked inside her whole lower-limb from the toes to her knee. The muscles felt like they were being slowly grated. Deep breaths padded her breath as she smothered her tears, snot and drool into the canvas. Propped onto her elbows, her ten fingers scraped her cheeks as she was melting into the agony. The shivering lightweight looked defeated in body, but soon she began to fight.

A forearm laid down, then a hand placed, fingers flexed. She closed her mouth and eyes to bite back further humiliation in those pink cheeks, then pushed to stand on her hands. Two huffs later, Angelina torqued her foot and it came loose from her boot! She’d be sent tumbling into a forward roll, ending up standing before Yuki! A glance was given, a short hobble towards the corner and soon exploding into a sprint! Angelina sprang from the ground, soaring as her good foot planted the top turnbuckle pad, then launched off again, towards Yuki! “Fuckin’! Eat! BOOT!” That leg lashed out, swung like a roundhouse as she aimed to take their head clean off with Angelina Tarrant’s showtime kick - Off the Wall!