Countess Dante vs. Orime Akasa

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No matter how hard the boos were coming, Isabella didn't even care. All she did was keep her arms crossed, staring out into the distance with a stoic look on her face. She already knew, in her heart, that she was in the right. Orime was nothing more than a perverted idiot trying to paint herself as a worthy challenger to the Deadliest Woman Alive - and she could only expect disaster and ruin if she continued on that path. This outcome was inevitable, putting her together with the Countess; even if she was against anyone else, she would have to learn this lesson sooner or later! The only chance she would have to win was if Isabella went easy on her, and that simply wasn't something Isabella did!

Still, it seemed that Orime wasn't learning her lesson, no matter how hard Isabella tried. The Countess glared down at the girl just beneath her feet, her teeth clenched in a snarl. She was still struggling, and with each inch she moved, Isabella could feel her balance teetering, threatening to take her footing out from under her. "Nngh...stay still, will you?!" She tried to grind her heel down against Orime's face to assert her dominance - but it was right then that Orime grabbed her by the ankle, sweeping her footing out from under her! Isabella fell back with a gasp, and in an instant, the crowd was cheering once again. Orime had, at last, taken things back!

At least, she had for now - Isabella had no intentions of letting that streak continue! Dante hit the mat with a thud, gasping and sputtering, but she was just as quick to sit back up, fixing a glare on her foe. "You'll regret that!" she shouted, just before she swung her legs into position to snap them around Orime's head and squeeze down with a headscissor! If Orime was going to fight back, Isabella just had to keep up with her momentum. And as long as she had fallen with her legs facing Orime's head, it would be all but effortless to turn their positions into something more favorable! Not that it would be hard anyway in such a blatant mismatch of talent, of course!

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Orime screamed in pain, her eyes welled up with tears as Isabella grinds her heel into her face. She managed to dislodge her soon after. Orime was crying in pain, her face bruised. She looked down at Isabella, seething, about to unleash the beatdown of her life on this cruel arrogant bitch. However, Isabella wrapped her legs around her neck, choking her. The crowd booed, wanting to see Orime exact revenge.

Orime tried lifting her once, but failed. Isabela wasn't holding back, having the white haired girl coughing in little to no time. She tried again...and had a bit more succes, but dropped her, her neck still being crushed, her face getting redder. The ref came to her. "Do you wanna quit?" She asked. Orime quickly shook her head no, the crowd popping as she did!

The cheers of those people got through to the girl fighting to keep conscious, and she decided to give it one last try! She tried to lift Isabella, pushing up under her spoiled rotten ass! This time, Isabella was in the air! The crowd went wild as she walked to the corner, slamming Isabella's back against it! Hopefully the insane karate girl would let go!

[CaptainL]

There was no doubt that Isabella was more of a striker than anything else, but she could still acknowledge that a well-rounded command of offense was key to success. She wouldn't be the deadly master of...death she was if she wasn't able to apply her skills in different disciplines, and to gain leverage over her opponents with which to enact her control. Besides, when she had no faith whatsoever in Orime posing any sort of threat, she saw no risk in going for a hold on the white-haired girl - something that just seemed to be confirmed when Orime started screaming and struggling against the pressure bearing down around her skull! The bodyscissor might have been fairly simple as far as holds went, but it certainly seemed to have its effects on Orime. When the Countess saw how easily she could make her opponent beg for mercy, a smug smirk came to her face. This only proved everything she'd suspected about how hopeless a pretender Orime really was. Of course, she was the Deadliest Woman Alive, so her hold would have been just as effective against the most capable of champions!

For as weak as she was, though, Orime was stubborn - frustratingly so. It seemed like no matter how hard Isabella tried to clamp down on her, she wouldn't learn her lesson and give up. She even tried pushing herself back to her feet, not just once but twice, only to fall back every time. The Countess raised her eyebrow incredulously at such a futile display of resistance - it would be almost impressive if it wasn't so pathetic. "Just what are you doing?!" she scoffed. "Are you TRULY such an imbecile that you think you can actually escape? Do you TRULY think you can overpower the great Countess Dante!?"

But then, spurred on by the cheers of the crowd and the scorn Dante showed her, Orime pulled off a miracle. She actually found the strength in her to hoist Isabella up into the air and onto her shoulders, powering herself back up to her feet, with the Countess along for the ride! Suddenly finding herself high above the ring, Isabella's jaw dropped in a gasp. Orime had to be incredibly strong, she thought, to bear such a load under the pressure! "What...what IS this!?" she sputtered. "How? HOW can you do this!? P-Put me down-!"

For a moment, Isabella had been so alarmed by Orime's plan actually working that she had let down her guard. And that moment was all the white-haired girl needed. She took off running across the ring, carrying Isabella along! The Countess let out a scream, finding the world flying by all around her at full speed. By the time anything could be done about it, it was too late. Orime rammed the Countess into the ring post at full force - and a rattle ran through the ring, shaking the ropes, before Isabella began to sink lower to the mat, groaning and dazed. In one instant, everything had been flipped on its head. And at the sight of such an impressive and hard-fought comeback from Orime, the fans were cheering her on even louder!

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Orime looked down at the arrogant girl. The insults, the overly excessive attacks...Frankie showed her more respect. It was time to repay Isabella for all she did to her. Orime began stomping her face and chest. The ref counted, Orime coming to her senses and stopping before it reached the limit. She looked at the girl, leaning down and grabbing her hair. "All I keep hearing is how it's disgraceful a sex worker's in this ring...well, guess what, bitch? This sex workers about to beat you!" She said, then, to add insult, she kissed Isabella on the mouth, even slipping some tongue before breaking the kiss, the crowd loving this.

Orime then backed up, going to the opposite corner. Not only would she beat Isabella, she wanted to humiliate her...and what better way to do that than a good old ass smother? She ran at her, turning around at the last moment, throwing her ass into her face, the target perfectly lined up, and the crowd waiting!

[CaptainL]

When Isabella had Orime on the ropes, she had devoted her every move toward shaming and tormenting the white-haired girl, letting everyone know exactly what she thought about whether or not Orime belonged in the same breath as her, let alone the ring. But now, thanks to a well-timed reversal, Orime had managed to send Isabella flying face-first into the corner post - and as the self-proclaimed Deadliest Woman Alive dropped to the mat at her feet, Orime was well prepared to show her exactly what she thought of her. Isabella had established a precedent when she had gone above and beyond in her treatment of Orime, so now that the tables had turned, Orime wasn't going to go any easier on her!

Again and again, Orime pounded her foot against the Countess's face, sending a spasm through Isabella's weary muscles every time another stomp landed. She bucked and twisted, her body rocked from side to side, but there was nothing she could do to get Orime to stop! It was only the referee who could get Orime to step off of her opponent, and even then, Isabella was left crumpled in a heap at her feet, her chest rising and falling with each heaving breath she took, and her face bruised, swollen, and numb. The world was spinning around her in a daze, and she could do nothing to stop Orime as she grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back up, wincing and groaning - or as she planted a kiss right onto her lips!

In an instant, Isabella's world was brought to a screeching halt. Her eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. It was already humiliating enough that she was being put on the same level as Orime at all - let alone that she was actually taking a beating frm her now! But when she felt Orime's tongue squirm into her mouth, that had brought the Countess to new lows. When she heard the cheers and wolf-whistles of the fans, she knew full well that everyone was celebrating her ignoble fate! The mere thought of being this close to Orime revolted her, and she was certain that she was enjoying humiliating her like this far more than she should have. This had crossed a line. The Countess couldn't stand for it!

Her hands shooting for Orime's shoulders in a panic, Isabella tried to shove her opponent away from her. Her groans were muffled into Orime's mouth, but the look of sheer hatred in her eyes would tell anyone all there was to know about what she felt. But it was hopeless. Orime was the only one who was going to let Isabella go - and when she let her go, it would be to throw her right into the corner!

Going flying across the ring, Isabella struck the post with the sound of a clang, and her body spasmed as she dropped off her feet and into a seated position. A shudder went through her from head to toe, and she sputtered and gasped to try and spit the bad taste out of her mouth. She winced just thinking about what she'd endured. What was worse, though, was when she looked up - to see Orime flying toward her, about to slam her ass straight into her face! At first, Isabella let out a gasp. But then, she realized, she couldn't let this stop her. This was already an unbearable humiliation, and if she let Orime land her smother, it would only twist that knife further. She couldn't allow that to happen - for the sake of her own dignity!

At once, every muscle in Isabella's body locked up. Her heart raced with the adrenaline surging through her veins, propelling her through the motions with newfound energy. She knew exactly what she needed to do, and she was going to do it. Ducking down, she went to roll through Orime's legs, just as her ass was about to slam into her face! If she timed it right, Orime could only crash into the corner post!

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Orime couldn't help but feel a bit of delight at shaming Isabella. She had been nothing but rude and spiteful to her. Smothering her out with her ass would be a great way to take the "Deadliest Woman Alive" down quite a few pegs. Orime leapt up, throwing her ass into Isabella's face, but what she hit wasn't her target, but the turnbuckle!

The white haired girl let out a cry of pain, holding her ass, lying on the mat. The crowd booed Isabella, who now sadly had the upper hand. Orime had to try to get some distance, even though Isabella could likely catch up. Orime tried to exit the ring, attempting to crawl under the ropes.

[CaptainL]

The whole crowd had rallied behind Orime, cheering her on as she went hurtling toward her opponent, poised to slam her behind into her face for a blow that would be just as crippling to Isabella's pride as it was to her body. After the Countess had attracted no small amount of scorn through her cruel treatment of her foe, everyone was eager to see her punished for her deeds, and the fact that it would be in such a fashion - one that was a pointed rebuttal to all her claims of being a martial arts grandmaster and a fearsome killing machine - was just the icing on the cake. But it wasn't to be. Isabella might have been winded, but what she saw what was coming her way...there was no chance in hell she was going to sit there and take it!

In a flash, she darted out of the way, and all of Orime's momentum would carry her straight into the turnbuckle, landing with a crack that rattled the ring and caused more than a few fans to wince. As Isabella rolled up to her knees, she took a moment to catch her breath, brushing some hair away from her eyes. That had been close - far too close for her liking. But it would only further stoke the fires of rage, and those fires were emboldening her more than ever to silence Orime's insolence. When she looked up at the white-haired girl, there was nothing but hatred in her eyes!

She lifted herself to her feet and jabbed a finger toward her opponent. "NO ONE shall try and embarrass the great Countess Dante and get away with it!" Isabella boomed, in the most intimidating voice she could manage. She came storming in closer toward Orime, her eyelid twitching and her fist trembling with pent-up rage when she saw her trying to escape under the ropes. That only sealed the deal - she couldn't let Orime get away with this on her watch! In a flash, her hand shot out to grab Orime by the ankle. "You aren't going anywhere! You're going to learn your lesson!!"

The boos were coming down even harder now, but they weren't going to slow Isabella down. As her eyes narrowed on Orime, she pulled her leg back harder, looking to twist it over her back as she sank down into a one-legged Boston crab! Not only would she pull her leg back as hard as she could, she would also exploit her grip on the girl's ankle, torquing it hard to the side. She was well aware how painful these joint locks could be, and in her eyes, Orime had earned every bit of it.

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The white haired girl was ALMOST out, when she heard Isabella yell. For most of this match, she sounded like some cocky self important asshole. While that's what she was, this sounded different in tone. She really pissed Dante off. She was halfway out when her ankle was grabbed and she was pulled to the center of the ring!

It didn't stop there, as the cruel girl put Ori in a one-legged Boston Crab, pulling as hard as she could, making Ori scream in pain. For a bit of extra pain, she torqued her ankle to the side. She tried to hang on, but sadly, it seemed like she was on the receiving end of one of the few things Isabella was good at. She couldn't take it for too much longer.

[CaptainL]

Isabella might have had delusions of grandeur, and she might have liked to talk herself up, even to levels that she couldn't possibly hope to even come close to. Her boasts far overestimated not only her own abilities, but what was even physically possible for a human being to achieve. But at the end of the day, she was still a trained martial artist. Normally, her ego got in her way, and she attracted the ire of stronger and more capable wrestlers than she was before she had a chance to demonstrate any of her legitimate skills - but here, Orime had given Isabella the opportunity to strike, and when the path ahead of her was wide open, she was intent on making her punishment as painful as she could, just to show her the error in belittling and underestimating her. Now, Orime was going to learn the hard way that, perhaps, a broken clock really was right twice a day.

The white-haired girl screamed in pain, but Isabella wasn't the least bit moved by such a display of agony - she only clenched her teeth tighter, snarling under her breath. "Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it!?" the Countess taunted. "What's it like, dealing with someone actually capable of hurting you? All those times you spent rolling around in your underwear with simps with more money than sense didn't prepare yourself for THIS, did it? Well, too bad! THIS is what being a real fighter is all about, and if you can't take it...you just need to get out while you still can!" Arching her back to draw on some more force, Isabella pulled down harder at Orime's ankle, looking to stretch her joints and ligaments even further! Her back was practically being folded in half! And if that wouldn't do it, Dante would just grab onto Orime's other leg, looking to bend it back just as hard as the first to transition into a double-legged crab!

[Jman2113]

Ori couldn't take it anymore. The double-legged crab would break her if she didn't submit in the next minute. She despised giving this arrogant bitch the satisfaction. A knockout would've been less humiliating, being unconscious after a hard fought match, and even better, not able to see or hear Isabella lord her victory over her. What was worse, is that Ori did face the possibility of Isabella being mad enough at the humiliation from the kiss, Isabella would'nt let go.

That would be a risk she would take either way, pounding the mat in submission, the ref seeing and calling for the bell, which went off promptly.