Crane & Eagle (Tsubasa vs. Tlatoani)

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Tsubasa tried to keep his thoughts together, he really did. As he was paraded and displayed like a prized trophy to the hungry crowd he tried to focus on anything but the pain and humiliation that was forced on him. But no matter what he tried it failed. He couldn't focus on anything other than the pain at his groin from being stretched, couldn't look away from the chanting and raving crowd in his helpless position, couldn't shut out the voices as Tlatoani continued showing him off and taunted his position. A harsh cruel lesson of the wrestling ring was being forced onto the young fighter, and he could barely take anymore.

"Please stop..." It was a pathetic murmured at first, but as the tears started to flow out the last bits of his pride and decorum faded. "I-I give... I give up! No more! Please, please!" He tried desperately to wriggle out, desperate to hide his crotch and teary face from both his opponent and the crowd.

[Person]

It seemed the crying returned and honestly it was a bit pathetic. She wished he would just stop. He was doing good just a bit before and she even praised him but alas, all good things come to an end. It was kind of ruining her mood and the enjoyment she had gotten from the crowd. Hearing him give up was annoying but the referee hadn't heard it and they were outside the ring. No, she wasn't going to let him give up, she was going to let him lose in a proper fashion, at least with a tiny amount of honour. "Sorry but I am not allowing that, you will lose via pinfall or knockout. Have some honour and self-respect at least." stated Isabela as she would then kick off her legs and attempted to bring him down for a muscle buster while they were outside the ring before then letting him go to slump into the ground.

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It seemed despite his plea, giving up was the wrong answer for Tlatoani. If anything, it seemed to annoy her, and her cold scolding sent a shiver down Tsubasa's spine. Even worse, giving up did nothing to end either the match or the torture she put him through. The referee wasn't out of the ring to hear his plea, and they weren't even in the ring for it to count. And either way Tlatoani seemed set on making sure Tsubasa learned about pride and honor her way. He'd lose by her standards, and surrender wasn't an option.

And as if his acceptance of the situation was the signal, Tlatoani brought him down, slamming him onto the ground and having him flop onto his back in almost comedic fashion. He saw white for a moment before the world faded back into view, dizzy and stunned from the impact. "A-Agh..." If there was any solace to this, it was that if surrender was no longer an option, then he could at least try to survive whatever other hell Tlatoani forced onto him. Turning his head somewhat, he was able to make out Tlatoani's face. "..." And he stared up at it, not say and word. He couldn't, both out of pain and out of shame for being such a weak opponent.

[Person]

Bringing down her opponent for a muscle buster and then just watching him flop was entraining. It also had the bonus effect of making him quiet. A smirk would appear on her face as she sat on the ground for a second and listened to how the audience cheered. She then saw something in the audience catch her eye, something being offered up to her. She would get back to her feet and then step on Tsubasa, disrespecting him as she walked over and past him. Isabella would make her way to the barricade and point to an audience member who wanted to give her something.

"YOU, I ACCEPT YOUR TRIBUTE. BRING IT DOWN TO ME." she yelled out as the object was then passed down from audience member to audience member. A large smile would appear on her face as the object got closer and closer until it was finally passed down to her. She would then look at the object and hold it up in the sky for everyone to see with both her hands like it was a holy object. "THIS MACUAHUITL, I ACCEPT AND WILL USE." she yelled out as the rest of the crowd started to yell in excitement. In a way the audience was now a part of the match, this weapon was a symbol of their support for her and she would use it.

Spoiler

Turning around and looking at her opponent she would swing her weapon down and attempting to smack her male counterpart several times, trying to hit several different parts of his body. Each blow she knew would be brutal and do a good amount of damage. If she hit each part then he would effectively be unable to fight.

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"Ag-" Tsubasa let out a short groan from the weight of Tlatoani's foot on him, the only real noise he let out as she disdainfully passed him by on her way toward the fervent audience. As Tsubasa was left staring at the ceiling he could hear Tlatoani's voice ring out loud and clear. She had yelled out something about a tribute and a... Macuahuitl? Whatever it was, it was being brought to her by the violence-hungry audience, and would likely be the tool to finish Tsubasa off. And as he heard her acceptance of it, the young fighter decided to at least try and face whatever was coming his way with the little dignity that remained with him, forcing himself up slowly and painfully into a barely balanced standing position, just in time to see the full weapon in her had.

And seeing it had his face pale.

It looked like a bat of sorts, a crude and painful weapon used by crude and painful people. He froze stiff in place, only able to stare at the thing and the person holding it. He opened his mouth, about to beg her to not use that... thing on him, but immediately clamped it shut. The woman's words still rang in his head. He was going to lose the match her way. Pleading further was pointless. So, he forced himself to grit his teeth, swallowing down his tears and looking the woman in the eye with as much courage as he could muster as the weapon swung his way.

The first hit felt like it might had broken his arm.

The second felt like it shattered something in his ribs.

The third felt like some cut across his face.

Each blow further bruising his face and body, forcing him to stagger, sway and nearly trip from the impact. It was only through his crumbling force of will that Tsubasa was able to stay on his feet throughout the beating. All the while the crowd roared it's approval of their savage princess as she brutalized his body further and the referee watched on helpless to stop the slaughter. If there was any solace it was that Tsubasa's body hurt too much to even let out a cry, hopefully giving the cruel warrior striking him something praise as his consciousness started to fail him, and his body started to truly tip over and fall.

[Person]

Isabela would raise the weapon in the air and bring it down over and over again. There was a large smile on her face as she did so. With each blow, she felt the crowd was helping her more and more. "With each blow of this weapon, the audience sides with me more and more. At least you have gone quiet now. So I will give you that. Though I see there is not much left in you. I shall end this soon." she stated as she landed one last blow on him. With that she would step back and look at her weapon. "I will need a name for it but after the match." she stated as she would then put the Macuahuitl in the ring, refusing to let it touch the floor.

With that, she would focus back on Tsubasa. His body was most likely broken, so pulling him by the hair was probably not going to work. Grabbing his hair and the trunks, she would try to force him up. If she could do so, she would then throw him back into the ring before sliding in after him.

[dlamp]

It was by some miracle that Tsubasa still had some awareness after the beating he took. The throbbing pain throughout his body made that finally leap into unconsciousness nearly impossible, and whether by design or cruel luck he was still awake for the coming end of the match. Tlatoani seemed to finally be satisfied with the beating she gave Tsubasa, accepting his silent endurance as penance for his poor performance. With him slumped to the ground in a heap, only able to really perceive things around him and left unable to fight further, Tlatoani snatched him by the hair and pants, forcing back on his feet and practically tossing him into the ring with little fanfare or tact before climbing in herself in more elegant fashion.

There... he waited for the end he couldn't stop from coming, staring up at the lights as he laid on his back.

[Person]

"Time to end this." said Isabela as she grabbed Tsubasa by the hair and trunks before throwing him into the ring. While she did find her opponent a bit below the standard, this match had been great. She had gotten a unique weapon from the fans. Honestly, today would be a day she would remember forever. Beating a male made it all the better. Well, she shouldn't get too ahead, the match still was ongoing. As such she would slide inside back into the wrestling ring before quickly getting back on her feet and closed the distance between herself and Tsubasa.

"Well got some good news for you, this match is almost over. Hope you learned a lot from it." said the Aztec-style wrestler as she moved to try to grab her male counterpart by the hair. She would then attempt to place his head in between her legs before grabbing both his legs and lifting him up in the air for package piledriver.

[dlamp]

Once again Tsubasa was snatched up by the hair and onto his feet, letting out a low groan that forced him back to the world of the living for what seemed to be the final blow. He was able to make out the last bit of her words and found himself reflecting on the performance he gave. The low, pathetic performance of cowering, begging, and inability to withstand hits that had the crowd howling for his body to be crushed. As he was again forced between the woman's legs and hoisted upside down, he stared at the cheering crowd, her face blank.

He did learn a lot, all things considered. Just how brutal the world of pro wrestling could be, and just how little mercy was expected to give toward one's opponent. A hard and painful lesson to learn, but it was one learnt.

[Person]

Grabbing and getting her opponent into a package piledriver, Isabela would once again smirk. Her body was a bit tired but she still had a good amount of energy left, not that she would need it. The audience was heavily on her side now. Things were going great. It was time to end this match and give the crowd a bit of a show. Holding Tsubasa upside down for a few seconds, she would let the blood rush into his head before she began to spin around. With that, she would jump into the air, before letting gravity do its work. Her male counterpart's head would slam into the ground with a loud bang noise being made. The audience would cheer while one of the announcers would comment on how she should just end the match for the poor boy sake.

While she could go for a standard pin as this position was perfect for it, she decided not to. Instead, she got up and then placed a single foot on top of his chest. She wasn't even going to do a finishing move, it wasn't needed for someone like him. She was going to give him a humiliating pin and use this to make a name for herself.

Ther referee would slide beside the two of them and raise her hand before bringing it down for the pin count. As she did so, Isabela would raise her hand into the air. And with that, the referee brought her hand down.

"ONE!"

With that, the Aztec wrestler would raise a finger, counting with the referee and signally for the crowd.