Hell-Forged Battle (Himeko vs. Finella)

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It felt good, shutting Finella up with the kneebar. Even better was the frustration she forced out of the woman from it. The Princess couldn't help but smirk a little at the success. There was always a bit of satisfaction in taking down a cocky street fighter with martial technique, a nice reminder that punching some random punk in an alley wasn't even an ounce similar to throwing down against someone with actual skill to back up their talk.

Still... that didn't mean Finella wasn't surprising her.

The woman pouted and whined over it getting duped into the maneuver, berated and taunted Himeko for her own fuckup in getting locked into it, but... the woman was tough at least. The kneebar would have a weaker punk screaming uncle at the top of their lungs by now, pleading for mercy to keep their leg attached. But Finella... only treated it like a minor nuisance after getting caught in it. Admittedly, the Princess didn't want a tap this quick, but the fact that Finella was suffering the hell of her knee going out with the same energy a bratty three-year-old had when they couldn't get their favorite toy was definitely something. She even tried kicking at Himeko's legs and ankles like a three-year-old too.

And the Princess didn't like the Court Jester whining.

Fuckin' hell, does she ever shut up? Still, Finella was pushing toward the ropes, kicking at Himeko's legs all the while and making the hold more and more annoying to maintain. "Tch," But the risk of some bruised up shins wasn't going to stop Himeko from making Finella suffer, especially after that last taunt.

"Yeah?" Himeko snapped, her eyes darkening. "Good luck getting any pussy with a broken leg." With that, she wrenched her back further, tightened her grip along Finella's ankles, and really started to work Finella's leg to turn those smart mouth comments into screams. And her comeback aside, it'd only be matter of time before something broke in this ring if Finella didn't get to the ropes fast enough, and it sure as shit wasn't going to be Himeko's labia.

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Finella was in no case some well defined tactician or a levelheaded martial artist. She was a brawler, learning her work at the rock and metalclubs in Graz, fighting women nd man alike.

When she got into underground wrestling she learned more about the sport itself of course but still deep in her, her fists would speak for her and not some fancy holds like this one.

"Gnnhhh... You...are just jealous...that your cooch is old and dusty...", Finella quipped as her head started to become red, sweat pearled from her forehead and her teeth clenched so hard that they started to hurt. Still she tried to get out of it, if she could manage to send a wellplaced kick into the right section of Himekos knee then things could turn around.

Finella lifted her leg a last time and with all the power she could muster, sent it down into Himekos leg with a loud battlescream, the heel of her leatherboot slamming into the ligament.
"FUCK... OFF!"

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Himeko's eyes narrowed, her eyes going dark at the street fighter's little quip. "Tch," Keep talking, brat. Himeko's tight grip remained, torquing her body further and further to finally shut this damn brat up with the ugly snap of her knee in two-

"Ggnnnh!" And then Finella slammed her heel into Himeko's knee. Himeko gritted her teeth, her legs buckling on impact. Fuck-! Himeko's body bucked a little, but immediately she felt the tension in Finella's leg start to die down. Whether by luck or actual skill, the last kick was right under her kneecap and thigh, forcing her leg to out of place with the kneebar and undoing the hold in one wild movement. And while it didn't look like much was done aside from some mad flailing from Finella on the outside, Himeko was forced to give away and release the hold.

"Shit," Well, so much for that plan. Letting go, Himeko quickly rolled away and go onto her knee, clicking her tongue at the sharp pang she felt along her kneecap. That lucky kick did a little more than just force the Princess off it seemed. Whatever... For the moment, she had time to recuperate and rethink tactics.

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The wolf gritted her teeth. She was in a bad spot right now. Of course this was not the first time anyone had broken a bone in her body, far from it, but still a broken leg was a broken leg and Finella had to act quickl, choosing between humiliation, a stay at the hospital or...
She lifted her heavybooted leg and stomped down into the back of Himekos knee with all her might, managing to soften the hold and finally getting relief.

"Kch... Not so bad...", she whispered and rolled herself to the side, holding her hurting leg. But those things, pain, pleasure, just made the Hellraiser, the demon inside Finella stronger.
She licked her lips and got on one knee exactly the same time as Himeko did.

Her bicoloured eyes were gleaming and she saw her trusty metal bat beside her. "Alright... Lets put that hard in this core... Get it?", she grinned before she took the bat and swung out after Himeko, the weapon drawing a broad circle aiming for the japanese wrestlers side.

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Not exactly the way Himeko wanted to end that submission hold, but if there was one good thing that came from the Princess's forced retreated it was that Finella's leg was shot to shit now. The fact she was holding it in pain finally gave Himeko some confirmation the damn thing actually hurt. It wasn't broken, but trying to put pressure on that thing would be hell for awhile. Probably for the rest of the match if things went Himeko's way.

But... things soon shifted. Now backed into a corner and lacking good use of one of her legs, Finella soon went for her weapon. "Tch," And the reminder that the Princess was in a hardcore match with an underground fighter reared its head as her eyes narrowed at the sight of Finella's bat. Dammit. She nearly forgot weapons were at play, but it should be fine. It wasn't like Himeko was useless without a weapon. She had her trusty shinai that Nanase should be coming back with right about now-

"... ... ..."

Where... was Nanase?

Her eyes scanned the outside of the ring. She saw Reiko there staring wide-eyed in worry for Himeko crying out for Himeko to be careful (no shit, runt), but not the Bewitching Warrior. More important, without Nanase bringing back her weapon she was basically defenseless. It couldn't take that long to grab a damn sword from the locker room and run back. The match had been going for at least three minutes and their locker room wasn't even a ten-second jog. Unless Nanase was just sitting pretty wanting to watch... Himeko... struggle...

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Well, if there was one nice thing about Finella swinging a bat, it was that she put in enough wind-up on her swing for Himeko to duck and roll under it, staying low to avoid the wide swipe for her head. And the moment she was out Finella's range the Princess's face contorted in rage. Not at her opponent... but her salty, bitter, vengeful bodyguard and assistant who was currently doing a shit job at both those things. "Nanana, you FUCKING ASSHOLE!" And with that rage she charged low toward Finella, complimenting the woman's bat with a baseball slide toward her legs to knock her (and hopefully that damn bat) aside.