Crane & Eagle (Tsubasa vs. Tlatoani)

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Tsubasa didn't have a retort for Tlatoani. He could barely let out further words through the immense pain. All he manage was keeping eye contact with his opponent and breathing, both actions done with struggling difficulty as his mind tried to focus on something, anything to get himself free and reengage. he could already feel Tlatoani's hands upon him, pulling at his back and placing him onto her knees. The crowd gasped in excitement, and Tsubasa shivered in fear. "Don't..." It was pathetic plead, and almost immediately cut off as he felt the pull at his back and his body bending against his will.

"A-Aaaaah!"

And almost immediately he howled out in pain as his spine went through further agony. "Nooo! Please nooooo!"

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Isabela managed to grab her opponent and placed him in a bow and arrow submission move despite his protest, in fact, she found it a bit pathetic. When he was on the offensive he was talking a big game but now he was begging and crying out. "Where was that brave front you had a few moments ago? Look at you, crying out in pain. Have some dignity and put up a fight or try to resist. Regardless, you are going to be here for a while, so get use to the pain." stated the Aztec warrior in a harsh tone.

As she continued with the hold the audience would cheer at the sight. This was one of her favourite moves as it showed off her opponent and almost made it look like they were being offered up to a God. Well, in this case, the audience would get a nice view of her opponent's cries, hopefully, they enjoyed this tribute. And because this was a no-DQ match, it meant she didn't have to worry about the referee counting them out or having to worry about a rope break. She could keep applying the hold as long as she wanted to. She would pull back with her arms more while pushing more with her knees, increasing the pressure on him. "KEEP CRYING OUT, LET THE GODS HEAR YOUR PLEA BEFORE YOU ARE SCARIFICED TO THEM." she yelled out, so everyone could hear, treating the audience as the gods. The audience would cheer and applaud. Some saying stuff like break his back or keep on going. This caused the smirk on Isabale face to grow. It was things like this that got her to win the fans over.

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His cries only seemed to fuel the woman into stretching him out further, and the sharp pain at the back of his spine grew worse and worse. It was like she was truly trying to break him in half over her knees. And he tried breaking out, tried to squirm and struggling with the little room he had, tried to tough out the hold, but it was to no avail. The ruthless pull at his back and the cruel words of his opponent tore at his will and resistance, and he only screamed louder as he heard the crowd demand his destruction.

"Please stop! Stoooop! I'm sooorrry!" Whether his pleads were to Tlatoani or the crowd he couldn't tell. All he wanted was for this pain to stop, and something inside told him he wouldn't get that wish. He... might have to tough it out. And that thought truly scared him.

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The more that her opponent cried, the more enjoyment Isabela got out of it. She would keep pulling back while pressing forward with her knees into his back. "Sorry for what? For being weak? Stop apologizing and do something or simply give up. Otherwise, I am going to keep displaying your body for the entire crowd to see." she stated in a bit of a sadistic tone to her soon-to-be sacrifice. She would keep this hold up for a few more moments. While part of her just wanted to keep this going on forever, she needed to work the rest of his body and give the crowd a bit of a show. After all, she was not only here to win but to build up her audience as well. That meant doing different kinds of moves and hurting her opponent in different ways besides, her arms and legs were starting to get a bit tired from holding this move.

"You are starting to bore me." stated the Mexican wrestler as she would then go with her hands and push more with her knees, freeing her opponent and trying to send him off into the hard ground. If she managed to do so, she would then proceed to get up, ready to hit him with some more brutal moves while also showing off his body for the crowd to see while they were outside the ring.

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The sadistic edge in Tlatoani's words made Tsubasa shiver in her grip. She wasn't going to stop, not any time soon. And the crowd loved it. He cried out further, and the audience was begging to see him suffer even more, to see him break. This... this is a DQ Match? The pain, the agony, the crowd's lust for punishment and suffering... it was so much to take in, so different that what he was used too. He couldn't even shut his eyes from it all and try to forget.

Soon though, she decided to release him, dropping Tsubasa to the cold ground below with a thud. "Ugggh..." Part of him wanted to lay on that floor for the rest of the match, to give up and just let this savage princess do as she pleased in some vain hope she might get bored further and leave him be. The thought passed for a moment...

"Gh... G-Gh..." Then passed completely, and he forced himself to push off the ground and rise to his feet. The thought of his cruel, sadistic opponent just letting things pass was practically impossible. He wasn't going to let her win, not like that, not without at least trying to fight further. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to meet Tlatoani's eyes as he rose. Once on his feet he pushed forward, throwing out a hard low kick to the woman's shin in a desperate attempt at offense.

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Isabela rose to her feet, taking a second to breathe in and out. While she was the one performing the move, it was still a bit tiring so getting some oxygen was refreshing. Though it seemed in her moment of recharging herself, her opponent managed to get back up to his feet. Needless to say, she was impressed by this feat of strength and endurance. Guess he had some potential as a wrestler and a place in LAW. But that didn't mean she was just going to go easy on him now. No, if anything this meant she had to keep going harder and harder on him. The crowd themselves were actually surprised to see Tsubasa rise and some would even cheer for him. Well she couldn't fault them, lots of people loved a good underdog story.

As Tsubasa pushed forward and went with a kick aimed at her shin, Isabela went on the offensive as well, jumping in the air to dodge his blow before attempting to wrap her legs around his head. If she could do this, she would swing her body around, attempting to use her weight to pull her opponent's head forward before sending his body flying into the barricade, attempting to perform a Tijeras. While normally it wasn't the most brutal of moves, it was flashy and with the barricades, it would leave an impact on her male counterpart.

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Why...? Tsubasa couldn't help but glare and fume in frustration. Even after standing up against the pain, even after trying so hard to keep his crumbling will together against this woman the gap between them grew further and further. The little pride he had as a fighter was being chipped away, and the realization of how large a wall Tlatoani was to scale had his heart shrink. His kicks just couldn't reach her. And even worse, she countered fast and without mercy, taking to the air to avoid his blow and instantly wrapping her legs around his head. "N-No!" he tried jerking his body away and shaking her off, but it already took all his will to get back up, fighting the flow was like fighting a roaring river, and he was soon careening toward the barricades with wide, panicked eyes.

"Nononono wait- Graagh!" His already sore and throbbing head got a new jolt of pain and agony and both shocked him awake and force him numb. To the tune of a cheering crowd that was slowly numbing to a buzz he fell to the ground, forcing himself to keep a steady breath as he tried again to force himself to remain conscious and keep some trace of his will together.

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Isabela managed to jump in the air and wrap her legs around her opponent's head before swinging her body around and using that momentum to launch Tsubasa into the barricade. As the Mexican wrestler herself hit the ground, she would roll a bit to soften the blow of herself landing on the hard ground outside. The impact did hurt a bit but what her male counterpart went through was far worse. Isabela would get on her knees and looked at her opponent who was lying against the barricade. Honestly, she wished he would stop his complaining and just take the hits. There was a fighter deep in there but it seemed he would need more training and discipline first.

The Mexican wrestler would get on her feet and march her way towards her opponent. "You got some fight, I will give you that but you need to learn to take the hits better and stop complaining. Guess I will be your instructor and teach you a bit, just as you requested earlier. Let's put you through some more endurance and pain training." said the Aztec-style wrestler as she attempted to grab him by the hair to raise him to his feet. If she managed to do so, she would grab his head before attempting to grab both his legs and lift him up in the air, having his head rest on her shoulder. If all that worked out, she would then spread his legs out as she placed him in a suspended muscle buster.

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Surprisingly, Tlatoani didn't outright insult Tsubasa like her last few words to him. After taking that heavy blow and still remaining conscious she even gave him a bit of praise, albeit in a backhanded way. "Heh..." He couldn't help but give a wry smirk at the situation, being excited by the barest of praise after such a harsh beating. The savage princess might be ruthless, but she seemed to have some sick sense of honor to her. And that seemed to be pushed further as she snatched him by the hair and declared she'd put him through her personal brand of "training", lifting Tsubasa to his feet. For a moment, he locked eyes with Tlatoani, trying to keep his expression neutral and focused. Whatever hell she was going to put him through, he'd survive. He had to, at least to prove to himself he could.

Then, he was grabbed by both his legs and hoisted him up over her shoulders, upside with legs spread to the crowd and showing off his stretched out body and crotch through his loose and thin pants.

"G-Gh..." And it was utterly humiliating. His body being shown off to a cheering, lustful crowd as they stomped and clapped with glee at the display. "G-Gh..." He held back his cries and desire to surrender. As cruel as it was, Tlatoani seemed to be pushing him more than trying to break him. the hold hurt, but the flexibility of his legs helped him survive the hold. The shame... the shame was heart-wrenching, but... he wouldn't cry out. Not to this.

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Grabbing onto her opponent and lifting him up in the air, Isabela would get her male counterpart in a suspended Muscle Buster move. A smirk would appear on her face as she spread his legs out. With that, the crowd would start to roar and she would continue to press down while spreading his legs out, trying to cause as much pain as possible. The move would also be a good way to show off and get some good promotional material for herself. She would make sure to check with her manager to get a personal poster of this position. "Hope you're ready for the ride, because I am not letting you go until all the audience gets a good look at you." stated Isabela in a smug voice as she would then start to parade around the ring slowly. Carrying him was a bit heavy and exhausting but she was sure the pain and everything else he was going through was far far worse.

"How are you holding up? Want to give up, call it quits or do you still want to keep fighting?" she stated as the audience cheered as she made her way to the opposite end. There she would take a moment to pause and the let the crowd who was on the opposite side now view him. Not only was this humiliating for him but it was also a showcasing of her own strength.