Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya knew that knocking out her opponent wouldn't win her this match, but it would allow her to regain some strength and put her opponent in a position even more open to submission. This would be better than her current situation which, even if she had the advantage, was rather critical because the slightest error or weakness would make her let go and cause her to lose this match.

But even though Shimmerlace's cries of agony, similar to that of a pig in an abbatory, affirmed that Kaguya was in a position of strength, that did not stop the pinkette from using a new ruse by rubbing a cloth over the face of the silver-haired ojou. Seeing her opponent continue to fight despite her domination, Kaguya gave in to anger and squeezed her arms even tighter to strangle Shimmerlace even harder than before. She would have liked to say something but the cloth on her face prevented her from speaking properly.

"Bichhh... Mhhh..?!..."

Kaguya thought she had a simple rag on her face but it wasn't like Shimmerlace to do something without a specific purpose. Kaguya quickly felt her body getting tired and her eyes closing, her strength was starting to leave her and even if at first she thought it came from the fatigue accumulated since the start of the match, she understood that it was not entirely to because of that but because of the cloth on her face which served as an air filter for a few seconds now. She tried to move her head in every direction to escape the rag but it was already too late.

Fatigue was starting to take over as Kaguya's thoughts remained intact. She ended up being too weak, enough to release her chokehold and fall onto her back, barely sighing in pain even though her eyes were already half-closed. Kaguya was almost asleep and even though she was forced, you could see her mouth moving slightly. She mumbled something, probably insults towards her opponent who had just cheated again but that was all she could do, she no longer felt her arms and legs, she only heard the crowd around her and her thoughts.

[Malkavia]

If this were a movie, it would've taken one big whiff, and Kaguya would've gone down for the count. No such luck here in the real world. Shimmer's elixir was concentrated—she could smell its raisin-like odor in the back of her throat. Still, it took time. One hickery dick, two hickery dick. Even after the pair of them had rolled over, and Shimmerlace had mounted Kaguya and pressed down with both hands on the rag, the Wolf kept snapping her jaws. But. Eventually. Those eyes lidded.

There was a pause before it sank in. Then, Shimmerlace felt a rush of blood to her face and between her legs. Her chest leapt, and she grinned so wide it hurt. "AWWWW fuuuuuckin...right!"

It was fumbly shaky work unhooking the leash from the fey collar, and it was more fumbly still getting it attached to Kaguya. But get it attached she did, grinning and shaking all the while. She was so close. So close. How to finish this? Thoughts raced through the Fey mind as she struggled to her feet, leash in hand. Her boot rested idly on Kaguya's gut as she imagined the possibilities. She chewed her pinkie nail. She could choke her out, keep her teetering between consciousness and its lack, until she tapped. Or maybe—

A lone boo from the crowd interrupted the Feychild's thoughts. Her face twitched, then turned up to the crowd. They were...

Well.

Some of them seemed into it.

Shimmerlace sneered, then licked her lips and bellowed. "OI! CUNTS!" Her eyes passed over the seats. The Beast was cold. "Did ye not cheer...for NO. Disqualifications? And for every wile and trick and blade to splatter this mat with blood?"

But that was a losing game, wasn't it? Begging for a cheer. And yeah, it didn't exactly get them pumping for her. If anything, their noise got dimmer and there were more jeers in the hubbub. An angry flush rose to Shimmerlace's cheeks, and she pushed off Kaguya and grabbed her weapon. She gave the steel polearm a swing so it whistled through the air. Time was getting short, though, and the chloroform wouldn't last forever.

She looked down at her unconscious body. Her grin, her fun was gone and perished. She held her weapon at the pommel, then lowered it so that the far end of the steel shaft rested on the Ojou's left kneecap. She gave one last look to the crowd—something between a wink and a sneer. Then the weapon went up, two-handed over her head and behind her back.

"Let's...fuuuuuckin' HEAR IT!"

And down it cleaved, aimed to slam against Kaguya's knee with enough force to split a coconut.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The silver-haired ojou was lying on the ground, breathing slowly and softly with an almost peaceful look. She was dozing, while Kaguya was fighting a few seconds ago by strangling Shimmerlace, she found herself half asleep on the mat. How ? Probably because of fatigue and especially because of this famous towel which gave an assured victory to her opponent.

It was cheating, clearly, but Kaguya was a cheater too. She certainly didn't use any weird product but she used her powerful and giant maid instead. We have to believe that this match was a clash between two cheaters and only the best cheater will win this match. Well, so be it, anyway Kaguya needed rest and didn't intend to waste this little sleep to recover enough strength and return to this match with enough strength to regain the advantage.

If only that were possible, if only Shimmerlace wasn't so sadistic.

“GWAAAaaaarrrgghhhh!!!”

A long cry and moan of pain could be heard throughout the scene. Kaguya woke up in pain, Shimmerlace's blow had just woken up the mistress who was moping from the pain. Kaguya was in pain, extremely in pain, her knee hurt so much that she no longer felt the other pains in her body and tears flowed against her stone. It was while trying to dry her tears that they noticed that the leash was attached to her collar.

It was a bad sign, a very bad sign. Not sure Kaguya would be able to walk or even get up after such a powerful blow. When she couldn't try to get up, the ojou used both hands to remove the leash from her collar, a little panicked and with hands shaking from the pain.

[Malkavia]

"Stop."

While Kaguya writhed, Shimmerlace sighed and planted her boot on the ojou's freshly brutalized knee. Her eyes glittered a poisonous pink through the stagelight's orange silhouette. Thistle's Fang hung over her shoulder, her grip coiled around as if it were a baseball bat.

"Let's put that leash back on, pup, and I'll not paint the mat with the underside of your face, hm?"

Whatever aches might have slowed the Feychild slipped under a fresh sea of hormones—a glittering, shivering cocktail of adrenaline, endorphins, dopamine, cortisol...even a sweet edge of oxytocin, the so-called "love chemical." She felt a spike of that lovely feather-floating feeling for the Wolf, her partner in the ring, even in her current crumpled form.

But the Beast in the stands still wasn't having it. Shimmerlace could hear them shifting. Grumbling. The absolute insatiable fucks. This whole godforsaken match, these bloodthirsty shitheads had simply refused to get on board the train she and Kaguya were driving. What kind of match did they think—

"YOU•SCREWED•YU•KI!"

Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

Shimmerlace blinked, and for the barest half a second, her grip on Thistle's Fang went three-quarters loose. Her jaw slackened, and goosepimples erupted down the nape of her neck. Those mealy-mouthed cunts had really followed her here? For what? Just to see her—

The grumbling, rumbling crumble from the seats got louder, building with the chant as its focal point. "YOU•SCREWED—"

Fuck 'em.

Shimmerlace's face turned purple. Her lips curled, exposing her teeth like a dog ready to bite.

Fuck 'em.

"Submit. Now." She raised her boot, then stomped on Kaguya's knee. Hard, so she could feel the force of the recoil reverberate through her whole skeleton. She felt her hands shaking. Her insides twisted, suddenly cold and furious as she stared down the Wolf and lifted her weapon. Her next words were quiet. "Or I'll concuss you 'til you can't."

[Bearhug Goddess]

What was the worst for Kaguya? Losing your first PPV match against a less than nothing who just had a lot of luck or not being able to use your leg anymore because of this match, reducing all your efforts and your wrestling career to nothing and maybe even not never return to the ring...

Kaguya had tears in her eyes from the pain in her knees, looking at the pinkette in front of her with one eye barely open. She remained strangely calm and still, only her mind remained to fight but was that enough? Would she be able to win if she refused her opponent's offer? Could she do something?... Someone maybe?...

No nothing. The ojou noticed her maid, Kuromaru, still lying on the ground, stunned after the blow she gave her. Even her most loyal ally wouldn't be there to save her from her fate and it was all her fault.

It was her defeat, her mistakes, her arrogance that brought her to this moment. Shimmerlace wasn't particularly more skilled, better or more famous than her, Kaguya was simply shot in the foot. She was the only reason for her defeat, and that irritated her, she didn't want to admit her weakness in front of so many people, she didn't want to lose again...

But it wasn't by gritting her teeth and playing with her emotions that she was going to be able to move. Even though she was angry, frustrated, sad and afraid, the pain in her knee reminded her that she was in no condition to fight and that she had simply lost.

"I.."

Kaguya looked intensely at her opponent, not taking her eyes off her for a long second of silence before finally lowering her head, no longer daring to look her opponent in the eyes as she admitted defeat.

"...I submit...I give up..."

[Malkavia]

Ding Ding!

So that's it then. Shimmerlace let her boot slide off Kaguya's knee. She tapped her boot's toe on the mat and let the Fang swing down to the level of her hips. She was more or less naked from the waist up, smeared all over in pink and red, oily and crusty. Bruised, cut, exhausted. It had all the hallmarks of a perfect match.

When the ref raised her hand, and her name went out over the loudspeaker, though, her chest sagged. Her grin was brittle. Her eyes darted across the audience. The crowd's muted cheers made her feel like she was shrinking, an insect under a microscope, and when the boos burst through from the Beast's underbelly, it made her stomach turn.

Shimmerlace's eyes shifted to the referee holding her arm. "Know what—Gimme..." She twisted from his grip, then started making to grab the microphone in his other hand. "Give. Me. That." The referee didn't resist so much as he just gawked at her, and she wrenched the device from his fingers quick enough.

And there she was, suddenly alone in the spotlight, facing the Beast. She ran a hand through her hair, oily fingers over the throbbing scalp. She closed her eyes, breathed in deep, then opened again to scan over all the little people.

"That..." Her hand flew out in a wide gesture — All this shit — but settled on Kaguya. "That was a good match. "

It was her first match...at least since Angelina had put her in the hospital. The crowd was quiet for half a tick of the clock, and then the jeering rose in earnest, louder than it ever had before she'd said something. It was her first triumph...just about ever. "They were fuckin' good!! A fuckin' wolf of a fighter, with...that maid. And...Yeah, me. Me. I was good, too! I—"

"Go away!"
"Fuck off!"
"Get out of the ring!"

Shimmerlace was shaking—a kind of shiver that made her teeth rattle. She was tired. She was angry. She had stopped treating her audience as individuals, lumped them together as the Beast, but at the end of the match, that was a fiction. She could see them again. Consumers. Balding, middle-aged men with pot bellies. Greasy, pale little college boys who tried to hide how scrawny they were in baggy jeans and oversized shirts. Cunts.

"No more bullshit!"

The temperature in Shimmerlace's voice dropped twenty degrees. Her eyes lanced poison at the audience. "There is nothing bullshit about me." She had found her footing. She stood a bit straighter, licked her lips, and pressed the microphone to her mouth. "Kaguya Shinjuin is a Hell of a fighter. Fast and strong and technically skilled. And I'm proud it was me who put a taser in her side. This was about tooth, and claw, and blade, and we did that better than anyone else could've. What's bullshit, friends, what's really bullshit is that the people we've got to do it for are such a bunch of limp-dick virgins whose deadliest technique in a fight would be their fuckin' body odor."

If they weren't booing Shimmerlace before, they were now.

She didn't feel any better. If anything, she felt worse. A cold sweat had broken out over her skin. She could feel her insides shake from the rumbling baritone sound from all sides. When she left the ring, she tried to do so with her head held high, but she couldn't shake the feeling that in spite of her lacking a leash, she was walking away with her tail between her legs.

Winner via submission: Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom