Yuki Kazikura vs. Angelina Tarrant

[CaptainL]

This couldn't be happening. Yuki had thrown every bit of energy she had into this match. For all the punishment she had taken, she was committed to dishing it all back at Angelina all the same, matching her for every strike she landed against her. She'd bludgeoned Angelia, she'd dropped her on the head, she'd had her laying lifelessly beneath her as she went for a pin. And despite it all, even when it seemed like Angelina had eaten enough offense to take three women out of the match...she was still getting up.

It didn't matter if her motions were stiff and jerky, or that she was quivering with pain for each inch she moved. The fact that Angelina was getting up at all was enough to tell Yuki she was seemingly indestructible! For a moment, the dark-haired girl sat there on her knees, staring back at her opponent in shock. How could she possibly hope to stand up to someone who could take a beating like this, and keep on fighting like nothing had happened? What could Yuki do that she hadn't done already?

But as she heard the chants of the crowd, and as she watched as Angelina got up, Yuki knew what she had to do. It wasn't over. And if Angelina was that intent on following this match through to the bitter end, Yuki was going to take her up on her offer! Using all fours to bear her weight, Yuki shoved off the canvas with her hands and knees. A wave of pain shot through her as she forced her weary body to move; her knees shook, and her back creaked. Her teeth contorted into a grimace of pain, and she grabbed at her shoulder once she was back on her feet, taking a moment to pant for breath. She wanted to scream - but she couldn't. If she screamed, Angelina would think she was too battered and bruised to continue. And Yuki needed to prove she was far from that.

She looked back up at the redhead, her eyes narrowed into a focused glare. She hissed under her breath at Angelina's insults, but it wouldn't stop her now. Sinking into a stance, she took one step forward, then another. It didn't matter that her footing was uneasy, or that her legs felt so sore that they could give out at any moment, trembling any time she set a foot down. She was closing in on Angelina, steadily - and as soon as she was in range, Yuki would lunge in closer, moving to grab her by the wrists to shove back at her with a test of strength, putting as much pressure on her as she could to steer her away! She didn't know how much strength she could summon in the state she was in, but it wouldn't matter. She needed to show Angelina she could still fight!

[Monsy]

Steel in her eyes but twigs for limbs.
She was uneasy in her posture. Rattling was common in her knees. Winning at this point - against a star like Yuki, after all this length and enduring, felt so close. What she gave. What she took. It became harder to quit now. The top of this mountain was right there. Just a little longer. Rhythm. Settle in, hunker down and climb. It looked like Yuki was ready to meet her there too. A final race. That look of, whatcha got - burned in her eyes, ready to just how immortal she can be.

She matched Yuki’s approach, step by step. Her wrists were caught inside Yuki’s vice, but answered by straightening her arms, trying to align with Yuki’s own and claim her wrists as well. Two steps slipped back. This battle of strength didn’t suit her at all. Angelina’s hips kept drawing back, with her feet slipping. She kept her eyes locked, as if saying that should she lose the test of strength, then they would pay for every inch. At least, that’s what someone more straight-laced would say.

Her arms pried open and tried to wingspan, pulling Yuki close to deliver a headbutt to their face. Only when sufficiently stunned, did she go for deuce - with her foot already close to Yuki’s leg, she need only pivot and take the back, slip her arm underneath the opposite, hook and reach behind their nape, standing upright to don an abdominal stretch!

“Feel free to tap! I think ya earned it, fufufu… But if ya want to keep dancin’…”

That wasn’t all. Her free hand snaked its way over, up their stretched side and onto a breast. Her palm pressed, the fingers splayed and steadily curled into a grip, stealing a full Kazikura feel. “Ayo- where did your tits go, girl? Don’t tell me you’re a little… Pettan… Pettan… Tsurupettan…” Angelina became infected with cackles, licking her lip again, reaching over to grope the other breast, with greed and almost a claw, possessive. “Pettan, pettan Tsurupettan… Pettan, pettan, Tsurupettan. Pettan, pettan, mochipettan. Pettan, pettan, mune pettan…”

[CaptainL]

There were flickers of hesitation that ran through Yuki's mind. After the endurance and the willpower she had seen on display from Angelina, she had to question if there was anything she could throw at her that was going to keep her down for long. But she shook her head, pushing all those thoughts aside. They didn't matter. They couldn't matter - dwelling on such things was only going to slow Yuki down. No matter how far Angelina was going to force her to push herself, no matter how much it would hurt her in the process, she had to keep going. If Angelina wouldn't go down, then Yuki couldn't either! And when she took a few steps toward the redhead, closing in on her no matter how stiff her legs were or how much she hissed and groaned with each step she took, she was intent on finishing this match!

She clenched her teeth, summoning all her strength as she shoved Angelina backward. Her fingers were latched onto Angelina's hands with a white-knuckled grip. The more Angelina stepped back, the more Yuki could feel her heart racing faster and faster with anticipation. She was doing it, she thought! She was actually gaining ground, controling Angelina's motions! Perhaps the Marauder's recovery would only be an unfortunate setback. Perhaps Yuki was still in this match to win it!

But then, Angelina's head swung forward, and she pulled her opponent in closer. Yuki's jaw dropped in a gasp, but she had only seconds to react - and all those seconds were taken up by her realization of what had happened to her. The next thing she knew, Yuki heard a loud thud as a soreness erupted through her head. It reeled back in an arc, as she let out a pained wail. She was knocked into a daze, and Angelina had the perfect opportunity to get behind her. When Yuki came to, she found her body being twisted over to the side as Angelina forced her in an abdominal stretch, putting the pressure on every one of the joints along her spine. Yuki groaned in pain as she was bent further and further...but at least a hold like this could be expected in a wrestling match. What came next caught her entirely by surprise.

Suddenly, Angelina's hand lashed out, grabbing Yuki by the breast! She let out a gasp, her face lighting up a brilliant red as a wave of heat ran over her body. "H-Hey, cut it out-!" she snapped, hissing from beneath her clenched teeth as she tried to twist away. But Angelina kept on going, grabbing and squeezing at Yuki's breasts - and all the while, mocking her about her modest cup size. It was bad enough being felt up in the middle of the ring with all the cameras rolling. But when Angelina made a whole spectacle of it, that set off something in the Japanese girl's brain. In a flash, she was right back to being in high school, where the popular girls used to call her "underdeveloped;" that she wouldn't ever have a partner who would be allowed within thirty feet of a scool zone. Yuki simply refused to be subjected to this. She had to resist!

"KNOCK. IT. OFF!!" she roared, in a voice uncharacteristically loud for Yuki. With strength born of embarrassment, she swung her elbow behind her as hard as she could, over and over, attempting to bludgeon Angelina in the ribs!

[Monsy]

When shit goes sideways, turn it on its head.
She felt her options dwindling as the box grew tighter. It was suffocating. Back to the wall, getting sandwiched. When it came down to that, all she could do was throw her weight and hope for the best. It was a huge gamble, counting on their exhaustion, tunnel-vision and worn down reaction to not stop them, and they sounded together like crashing bowling balls. Wasn’t the prettiest headbutt. But it did the job, and she took it, seized it and was now ready to milk this hold.

So close but no cherry to finish it.
Both chicks seemed to need this moment. Slight respite was worth its weight in diamonds. She would make every moment of ease a hell for this girl, no rest, and hey, it was the best feel she had all night. The crowd can see the dopamine in her eyes and smile. It sent her into cackles, running along in the song, over and over. “Pettan, pettan, TAP-OUT pettan…” She said once, marking her stance clear. Want me off? Make me.

“GH-!”
“NGH-!”

Oh the thud of bones banging together. Her face tightened up, lips curled in, eyes wrinkled shut as she took those elbows clean. Red-zones turned bruises formed after each one. Those shots might as well be steel. Did this chick REALLY have all that left? “Alright--” Angelina stopped groping to put her arm between Yuki’s back and Angelina’s chest to block any further blows, cushioning them at least. “--Ya showed your teeth.” Then she amplified the hold, gritting her teeth as she looked to stretch this girl until her leotard ripped! But she wasn’t done there… “Here’s mine.” What that meant was answered instantly. An almost wincing glance from fans as Angelina took her teeth and went straight for Yuki’s ear!

[CaptainL]

Yuki was being attacked on multiple fronts, and Angelina's assault on her nerves was just as brutal as the one on her body. She was being groped in front of everyone, and it was being made painfully obvious how small her breasts were in comparison to the redhead's own, which only made things that much more humiliating. And the whole time that happened, Angelina didn't let up on the abdominal stretch for even a second, causing her spine to pop and groan each time she was bent a little further! At any given moment, Yuki was beset by both pleasure and pain alike, but above all else, she felt the embarrassment of being made a fool of, and her opponent was eager to rub that in her face. Eventually, it was all going to reach a breaking point where it would come boiling over. Yuki simply couldn't stand for this any more - she had to do something!

Her body might have been hurting, she might have hissed and groaned as she forced herself through the motions, but Yuki threw a few elbows behind her, aimed at driving the point of her elbow into Angelina's side like the stab of a dagger! Each time her blows connected, she heard the resounding whack of a solid hit - but Yuki wasn't satisfied. Her position made it awkward to throw her strikes, and she could tell that Angelina had turned aside, making further attack impractical. Yuki growled through her clenched teeth - that, she knew, wasn't enough. There was so much more she could do to Angelina, and she wouldn't be satisfied unless she could do it!

But Angelina had an attack of her own, one that would escalate the intensity of this match even further. She cranked down on the abdominal stretch, twisting Yuki's spine even further and causing an eruption of pain along her back! Yuki threw her head back, letting loose a scream - and that scream would only grow louder when Angelina ducked down to sink her teeth into the girl's ear. She had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop the tears from running down her face; her whole body felt as though it could give out. But Yuki knew it couldn't. Not here. Not now!

She was hurting, but that pain only motivated her all the more - to pay every bit of it back right to the source! Now that Angelina's head was down by Yuki's, the brunette had an idea. First, she elbowed Angelina again as hard as she could, hoping to pull her leg free if she let her hold slip; hopefully, now that Angelina was leaned in closer, she could hit this one. If that worked, she would reach up and grab a hold of Angelina's horns, one in each hand. She let out another scream - but rather than a scream of agony, this was a battle cry of determination, of refusal to bow to her foe! Then, she swept Angelina over her shoulder at the same time she kicked her leg up in the knee - prepared to slam it straight into the redhead's skull!

[Monsy]

Super pettan chick was putting on quite the stir.
People around here really don’t have a lot of nerves to spare, huh? Yuki appeared so steel-y throughout a lot of this bout. At the start, where she blew off her little prank, then throughout her repeated quips to dig into that head of hers. Gosh, she was starting to look impenetrable; invincible as well. Perhaps it was all some sort of sick masochism. But when she grabbed her feel, and that is what shook her up -- THAT was rich. Oh, so fucking rich.

There was no greater feeling about it.
Even if she couldn’t fill her hand, she can fill it with the fact of just how turned that got her. The more they hated it, the more THIS felt great. However, one needed to still defend herself. Those elbows are no joke. The angle was awkward, sure, but there wasn’t much armour so to speak on lightweights. She couldn’t just absorb it. And with good defence comes a good offence, she multiplied the hold to its maximum! Tapping would be so unfortunate here. So banal and unbecoming of a girl who took so much. Surely that scream wasn’t it. And with that bite on the ear, maybe -- maybe, she reached their limit. Her growls were just about all she mustered. The Marauder looked to tear. Feast.

Yet, as toe-to-toe they started this brawl, Yuki looked adamant on finishing it that way. Another elbow almost threw her off. She stumbled and simply bit more to keep herself from totally staggering. She didn’t notice the leg come free, simply too occupied with her newest bruise. The grab on the horns was felt, peeking an eye over, but then it was too late. Her body flipped over and her skull cracked off their knee. She wore that she had this full-circle view. Stars floated around her head. She tumbled in a somersault, landing in a sitting-up position, facing away. Her arms flopped between her legs, her chin tucked. She looked distant and confused, groaning and and teetering side to side with slumped shoulders. This headache just got twice as bad.

[CaptainL]

Ordinarily, Yuki tried to stay calm, collected, and focused in her matches. If she let that slip, bad things tended to happen - when she let her emotions rule her, she started making mistakes, missing opportunities and acting too rashly. And she tended to pay for those mistakes, too. But there was no more time for deliberation, and no time to be cautious. Angelina was pushing her buttons. She'd been doing her best to deal with that all this match, but eventually, she would reach a point she couldn't budge any further. The Marauder had pushed her too far - and now, all of that was going to erupt in a fire of sheer rage!

Yuki's knee struck like a rocket as it bounced off Angelina's skull. The dark-haired girl could practically feel the vibrations running through her leg from how hard she had hit, and for a brief few seconds they were enough to make her wince. As soon as she let go of Angelina, the weight on her shoulders pushed her body forward, causing her to sink lower to her knee as she gasped for breath. Her muscles were stiff and sore, and she was still coming off of the aches rippling through her back courtesy of the abdominal stretch, leaving her reaching behind her to rub at her spine. But it couldn't stop her now - she wasn't going to let it. Now, Angelina was down and stunned. Yuki had a chance to win this match - and if she was going to win it, it had to be now, before her body was too bruised and broken to keep going any longer!

That thought was all she needed to fuel herself, even when her body felt ready to fall apart. Hissing through the snarl of her clenched teeth, Yuki bent downward - and grabbed Angelina by the hair, yanking her up to lift her to her knees. There, she would snap her legs shut around her head, and bend over forward to grab Angelina's waist, hoisting her up and over her shoulders and back with her arms out at the sides. It put a good deal of weight on her spine, making her gasp and groan all the while - but it would be worth it if it could end this match! Yuki was setting up the finisher she had learned from Aoi Fukiwara herself - the Warrior Sacrifice!

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOuegsXjFkI

[Monsy]

Angelina’s IQ was knocked silly to next Sunday.
She felt closer to a little puppet on strings too weak for her body. A limp noodle. Her senses flooded as well, just all these biting aches, the disgusting feel of overheating. It felt like she ran thirty miles under the sun. Dizziness and trying to catch her breath. Time slowed down, tears and sweat stung her eyes as she took long blinks. It was all bearable before -- but not when everything slowed down. “Kgh!-” Her hair screamed against her scalp at the hands of her new puppet master. She hobbled around to her knees, dragging her knuckles as these loose supports from face-planting. “Fuck-fuck--” Quick, rapid-fire cursing spilled. She just needed the pain to stop, and would follow anywhere. Her head came between Yuki’s legs, and was grabbed, torqued up. The spin disoriented her pupils twirled around. Her legs flopped down Yuki’s back like bags of wet cement. Her arms too. And the rest of her body lumbered and slacked its full dead weight. Yet her arms were still splayed. She was a trembling sight, laden of purple bruises and a bit of blood. Her head rested where it could with an expression of death, a half-open maw ready to scream and empty wet eyes gazing at the overhead lights, awaiting for it to turn black. It just sucked getting this far, for this. It sucked so much.

[CaptainL]

The arena erupted into cheers. This had been a long and hard-fought match, one that had worn down on both of its competitors, but at long last it seemed like it was coming to the end. Yuki was bruised and battered; purple blotches were forming across her skin, one of her socks had begun to roll down, her dark hair was a mess of tangled strands and her face was red and slick with sweat. But when the lights shone down on her, standing tall in the center of the ring with Angelina poised on her shoulders like a trophy she held to the sky, she seemed like a hero. Every eye was on her, waiting for the moment she'd make her move. This was it, Yuki thought. Angelina had taken a lot, but there was no way she was going to get back up from this! At long last, she would put this match to bed, and she would prove she had her place at the top of the card!

Her back shuddered, her spine popping and her shoulders sagging; her sore muscles threatened to give out the higher she hoisted Angelina skyward. But Yuki couldn't let them. Not when she was this close! Her teeth clenched tightly in a grimace, and her heels dug into the canvas to hold her steady, refusing to bend or bow no matter how great the load on her was. She was willing to put up with anything, if it meant at last getting to taste victory! Yuki took one step forward, then another, even as she teetered from side to side. She was prepared to slam Angelina downward. One last motion, one that would end this all for good...

And then, as Yuki set her foot down, it happened. She had already been torqued and twisted in Angelina's abdominal stretch, and that had left her back sore. Now, when she added the weight of the redhead on top of that, it was too much for her to bear. The adrenaline and the thrill of victory had kept her going, but it didn't hold out long enough. In an instant, Yuki heard a crack - and then, she let out a scream, as her back erupted in pain. She doubled over forward - and in the process, she had no choice but to let go of her opponent!

With her eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears of pain ran down her face, Yuki grabbed at her spine, gasping and groaning from the pain. Her back had given out on her, right when she needed it most - and in those precious few seconds, there was nothing she could do!

[Monsy]

That’s tough.
Angelina was but a punching doll at this point. She burned through her reserves at every point. She spawned new ones and used those too. Every wind came and went, with air in her lungs thoroughly spent. Her fingers seemed to just scrape that mountaintop and now she was about to be sent hurling back down. It fucking sucked. When that moment was finally dished, the dreaded steps, she tightened and clammed up her face. She went pale. It seemed the crowd noted the moment, internalised and knew it just the same as they did. This was the coup de grace.

Then, it changed.
Instead of a knockout crash on her neck, shoulders and head, she splattered on her side. Not thrown. Dropped. Her limbs clapped together. She was a sweaty heap that eventually came onto her back. The girl was glued down. But as the crowd’s voices were hushed by this sudden turn, Angelina’s fingers started to make fist. She peeled herself off, arm and shoulder, groaning like a zombie brought back twice from the dead. A hand pressed down as she turned on her side. Prickly hair curled into her mouth, as this great red mane turned mop. She eventually turned onto her elbows, facing Yuki who’s pain seemed to swallow them whole. That note rang clear. This bitch can’t finish the job.

These deep huffs started coming out her nose, faster and faster as she pulled up her knees underneath. Her empty look became firm, resolved and simply defiant for old time’s sake. Another hand stomped and the arm stood tall, shook, joined by its partner. On all fours, she looked down between her hands, with sweat dripping, a bit of blood from her mouth that she licked away again. Shadows of her hands danced around her real ones. One canvas became two. Her back and gut by no means wanted to stand. Straightening was going to suck. She tore her knee from comfort and brought her boot down on the mat, front and centre, piled both hands on the knee, hissing and hitching as she pushed. Angelina looked frozen at one point, shivering, half-standing and half-squatting. She yelled, over-boiling with this fervour as her fingernails dug in and made one last jerk to bring her second foot underneath. She stumbled back two steps, looking to the ceiling to take a well-earned deep breath, letting it out as smoothly as she could. The crowd roused again, but her ears were too busy ringing to tell just what. Once she steadied, it came down to one thing. End it. Now.

Yuki’s head became her runway. Angelina stalked it, taking her left foot back in a bladed stance. Her hand reached back and gripped the rope, leaning forward, bending slightly. At last, that punting back foot began to tap and dance. They knew those eyes, that tunnel-vision. A pirate’s enchanted look when they found gold. It only needed one thing from Yuki to trigger -- expose the temple -- whether from turning on her belly or going on the hands and knees -- Angelina bolted, one stride, two, three, then her left foot swung, toes tipped like the sharp spear and thrusted to connect with Yuki’s head, a move of equalisers -- Call of the Unconscious!