Yuki Kazikura vs Angelina Tarrant - Loser Leaves Town Cage Match

[Monsy]

The two went back and forth like a boat on angry ocean waves. Fist into cheek. Bone reinforced by gunpowder and blood. The muscles grew. The adrenaline sounded the alarm. A war cry in their chests, and the machine of their arms went full-steam ahead into broadsides

Angelina was a glutton for this. Push. PUSH, her body cried. Suffering stoked her resolve. It was chucking wood onto a campfire, making it bigger and bigger and bigger from its meagre starting point. A spark. A punch. She can only get more numb. And slowly, she was earning ground.

Harder. Punch harder.
I’ll break my fuckin’ hand on her.

Then when she charged back her arm to its fullest extent and swung again, the fist clapped into a naked palm. And right after, her stomach tasted Yuki’s knee.

Once. Twice. Thrice.
She had hunched over the first, spilled spittle on the second, then whimpered on the third. Her free elbow dug in to her body while the other was held out. She breathed in, felt an itch in her throat, coughed, and had a shaky knee.

The next thing she registered was going head-long like a dolphin dive. Her lower back hit the mat and her momentum saw her bounce back up. Her chest hit the ropes, rebounded her back. She hit the mat again, but was prepared to roll through, get back to her feet, back exposed to Yuki. Then she took flight. A jump, a backflip, 180 spin and a swinging leg in an arcing kick.

Anyone who studied the match-up knew what this was, marked by a Legendary ship of the golden age of piracy. You have to see it to believe it, then point from the comforts of your stadium seat and shoit aloud as the heel threatens to come down on Yuki’s head: Queen Ann’s Mortar!

[CaptainL]

Yuki wasn't even thinking to dodge, at this point. Yes, Angelina's fists were flying, clobbering her left and right and from all directions. But Yuki was willing to fight through it all, and to weather every blow. She only hissed through her clenched teeth, her fist squeezing at her side as she tried to steady herself. No matter how much it hurt, or how much it slowed her down, she still had her sights set on Angelina. At the end of the day, the Marauder was her target. And Yuki was ready to take on whatever it took if it meant getting her there. If Angelina could reach Yuki, then Yuki could reach her too. And just now...Yuki was able to counter her next shot and land three solid strikes into Angelina's stomach!

Every time Yuki's knee kicked up, a resounding thwack from the rippling surface of Angelina's bare midsection rang through the air. As she stepped away, taking slow, deep breaths, Yuki watched as her rival's body sagged low, bending into an arc. It would almost be satisfying...but for Yuki, it wasn't enough. Yuki knew there was far more she would need to do before she was finished with Angelina. She couldn't be content until Angelina was out of the cage, and out of the company. And what was more...Angelina had a comeback ready, too!

As she rolled toward the ropes, Yuki swerved back, but she kept her watchful eyes on Angelina at every moment - she knew that to let the girl out of her sights would be too dangerous. She'd already resolved that she would stand firm, and be bold, no matter what happened. She saw that Angelina was coming right back at her - how she hurled herself through the air, her leg outstretched to come down on Yuki's head like the blow of a blacksmith's hammer. But she wouldn't let her composure break. Her eyelid twitched...but she knew what she would have to do! And right before Angelina's foot could make contact, Yuki would reach her arms up above her head with a quick upward palm thrust, looking to block the blow, and grab onto Angelina's ankle! If she could secure her there, she'd pull her closer to have her in her grasp - and drop her straight down, kicking up her knee to hit her in mid-fall with a backbreaker!

[Monsy]

There was no better day to dare than today. While she thought that everyday, today was especially true. Nothing was out there for her if she didn’t give every effort to win and try out her biggest moves when it suited. So she dared. Flew. Her leg came down then mat something underneath it. She caught a glimpse of what happened.

Shit.

Yuki grabbed her.
And before she could finish her mentally manifested curse, her body was rotated mid-air to come down across a knee. Her spine was jerked deeper into her body and she felt a localized throb as bone battered against her discs. She folded back across the limb, closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and then fell off Yuki’s knee in a bounce. Her back arched and a hand touched. Elbows touched the mat, her hands became fists.

Her nose started to wrinkle as she huffed out angrily, marshalling up resolve almost immediately to start turning herself over and hopefully begin scaling her feet once again.

[CaptainL]

Angelina was flying straight at Yuki, her leg held out in front of her, ready to come crashing into her with just as much force as the cannons the move was named for. If such a blow landed, the consequences would undoubtedly prove disastrous for Yuki and for her chances. Just thinking about it was enough to make her wince, her eye twitching as she bit nervously at the corner of her lip. But at the same time, when she was staring down the barrel of a gun, Yuki also felt the determination welling up inside of her. She knew she couldn't afford to take this shot...but that just meant she was all the more determined to stand in Angelina's way, and prevent her from landing it! Yuki was in this match to prove that she wasn't going to run away any longer, so when she was faced with such a threat, she wouldn't shy away. She would rise to the challenge and meet it head-on...as she did when she grabbed hold of Angelina's leg, halting her descent in midair!

The sight of such a well-placed counter from Yuki drew its fair share of cheers from the fans. But Yuki was far from done. Now that she had Angelina where she wanted her, she was able to pull her in closer - dropping her down onto her knee for the backbreaker! She could feel the crunch of the Marauder's vertebrae against the impact of her knee, and a loud crack rang out through the air. Yuki knew she had hit hard - she even winced a little thinking of how hard it had been. But she knew all the same that Angelina would spare her no mercy - and she couldn't go easy on her, either!

In fact, even after taking such a blow, Angelina was picking herself back up then and there, as though nothing had happened! Yuki's eyes widened at the sight. It seemed unthinkable that she would recover from that so quickly - but, as she had come to realize just a week ago, she and Angelina had more in common than either of them were willing to admit. And just as Yuki was committed to winning, and surviving, Angelina was just as motivated!

But if that was how she was going to take things...Yuki was ready for her. Her eyes narrowed back down into a pointed, focused glare. By the time Angelina was halfway up, Yuki decided she wasn't going to wait for her. Her arm cut upward through the air, lashing out to slam her forearm against the bottom of the redhead's jaw to force her to stand straighter with a European uppercut! If that worked, she would be in range for Yuki to grab onto her - and she would do just that, slinging Angelina toward the ropes. She hoped that she could make her bounce off the ropes and come back toward her - where she would follow up with a superkick aimed straight for her jaw!

[Monsy]

Quick on the rise, Angelina focused on getting both feet underneath. She did this faster than usual, as she imagined herself a train that wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. It must keep going down the track and reach its destination. There was only one rail and nothing shall stop the roll.

CRACK! went the forearm off her jaw, sending a dash of sweat into the air in a visible fling. Angelina stood up and curled back. Her head veered towards the lights. Her knees bent forward. Her arms down. Then she was made to run. Her feet chugged underneath her, faster and faster, then an instinct kicked in to turn her ankle, pivot, take one more step, let herself fall back. She sunk into the ropes, rocketed forward and doubled her momentum. Yuki was right there to receive it. Angelina had thought a clothesline would do nicely, but suddenly, her world went dark for a moment.

“PSSH!” Her teeth were slammed together and she hissed between them. Her head snapped back violently and the clap was heard around the arena for a visible flinch in audience members. Angelina leaned back, stumbled, but was able to keep on her feet. Back and back, back and back, then she almost collapsed, if not for hooking her arm over the top rope. She folded that arm, clenched the fist, then sagged with her ankles out, knees together, thighs into one. Her shoulders sagged, hair dangled straight down in a curtain. She started to reset her jaw and breathe harder. The ring started to warp and multiply. The taste of blood in her mouth as her lower gums received a cut. She spat on the mat, which came out in a reddish drool. She wanted to smile, but half her face was numb.

[CaptainL]

Everything landed in perfect rhythm. Crack, crack, crack; one blow after another. Yuki had settled into the groove. She was doing what she did best, throwing every blow with expert precision and unwavering attention. And Angelina was there to receive all of it - and, in Yuki's eyes, you couldn't have thought of a better target.

The uppercut struck her in the base of the jaw, causing her to swing upward. Then, as she was halfway up, Yuki grabbed her arm, and with a twist of her hip, she slung her weight around to the side, whipping Angelina clean across the ring. The joshi wrestler turned back around to face the direction she'd thrown her just a moment later - and by that point, it was already time for her to strike. Barely a second after she'd come to a stop, Yuki's leg shot up into the air - and straight into Angelina's jaw!

The crack of her foot colliding with her opponent's chin caused a few cheers to go through the stands, but Yuki's composure didn't break. She kept herself focused, her eyes trained on Angelina in a steely, unblinking stare. Angelina had fallen - she'd all but been knocked senseless, her body sagging limply over the top rope. Yuki's fists clenched and she let out a huff at the sight, taking a brief moment to catch her breath. It had brought a lull to the momentum, however brief. That was definitely a blow that had shaken her rival. But it wouldn't be enough to stop it for long. She could do better.

She took in a breath and held her back straighter, steeling herself for what came next. Then, Yuki took off running toward Angelina to close the distance - and hopped toward her, her legs kicked outward to point a dropkick straight into her unprotected midsection!

[Monsy]

Her brain was buzzing with all sorts of static. She was kicked so hard there was a ring afterwards. The pain of the impact was more like an injection of numbness, being shoved, then feeling it in your neck as it snapped back, then your head. The whole skull. Afterwards, she was dealing with the headache.

Thump…
Thump…
Thump…

Then she looked down and saw the canvas shifting. She tried to focus them into a singular white platform. One she can focus on getting her feet on properly, then straighten out her knee. It made her lean one way as she ironed out her footing. She knew she was rocked. She wanted to rush the process of recalibrating, much like she imagined a boxer would or when in a street fight, where the worst thing you can do is be taken down and get mauled until they were satisfied.

Unfortunately, she didn’t succeed.

“PUGHhhh!” Two feet buried deep into her stomach, making the skin curl, thud and shake. When her gut no longer had any give and she was stressed for space, her hips slipped back, between the top and middle ropes. Seated. Her face went wide. Eyes, big. Mouth, contorted and open in a crooked shape as spittle came out her mouth-corners. Her cheek muscles went tight and locked. Her footing went slippery and she collapsed down. A hand touched her belly while the other arm was hooked around the top rope. It dangled her, stretching out her shoulder as she breathed irregularly, then bit her hisses back with gnashed teeth and one closed eye.

Still, she was stunned.

[CaptainL]

Yuki's blisteringly fast offense had left Angelina blindsided. Every attack she landed left the redhead reeling, and by the time she had shaken the cobwebs out of he head, Yuki had already struck the next blow in sequence! Angelina was all but enveloped in a haze, hopeless to fight back! With every strike that connected with the Marauder's body, a crack rang out, and the fans echoed it with a cheer. Yuki was in control now, and everyone wanted to see what she would do with that lead! But none of those cheers so much as reached Yuki's ears. She had settled into her groove, and everything else had been blocked out. Lost in focus, the only thing on her mind was Angelina. And she was ready to deliver the punishment!

The dropkick hit like a clap of thunder, throwing Angelina backward. She slipped through the ropes, hanging onto the apron. When Yuki sat back up from the mat, taking in a breath and wiping the hair away from her eyes, she could see where Angelina was left dangling and breathless. She'd felt that, for sure. But Yuki still wasn't satisfied. She could do better than that. She knew from experience how tricky Angelina could be, and she wouldn't allow her the chance to recover - nor the chance to catch her by surprise!

Rolling her weight forward, the Japanese girl sprung back to her feet, tailing off after Angelina. She took one step, then another. The momentum of her stride carried her forward - and as she did, she would pivot around to the side, kicking one leg out in front of her. All the forward motion she moved with would direct the sole of her boot forward, into a stomp aimed square at the middle of Angelina's stomach to hopefully drive the air out of her lungs and throw her back off the ropes!

[Monsy]

Angelina was a wet noodle hanging off a wooden spoon with how she dangled on the ropes. Her stomach had a new red spot. It was tender, so she rubbed it in a circle. Then when her second arm was beginning to fail, she threw her first arm up and around the top rope. She clenched her core, leaned back so her shoulder blades curled over the top rope, then pulled her knees back up slowly.

When she was nearing the part where she would get both legs straight and stand, that’s when she ate a second helping of boot-sole into her tendered stomach. She folded into herself. Her butt slid back from on the middle rope to behind it. The top rope squished on her nape and rode over her scalp. Her stomach seized as she opened her mouth to push all the air out in a long groan. “Bwwaaaghhhh!”

And almost fluently, she slipped and hit the ring’s apron in a clambering fall. She span around once, then hit the outside mats on her front. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her teeth clenched. Slowly, she was rising up onto all fours, with one hand pushing herself up and the other making a claw-grip on her two-time boot-kissed belly button.

[CaptainL]

Angelina was starting to recover, but Yuki wouldn't have it. She had already decided that she was done with the Marauder, and if Angelina wanted to meddle with her efforts to put her away...then Yuki would just have to try harder. With a few careful strides she closed in on her rival - and then, she flung her foot straight toward her.

The blow struck like the blast of a cannonball. Yuki's leg thrust out, and her target was the center of Angelina's mass. When it landed, it did so with enough momentum to propel her straight back through the ropes, sending her toppling onto the apron, and from there onto the mat below to land in a heap. With every thud Angelina made on the way down, the fans sent up another cheer, praising Yuki for cutting her opponent's momentum short.

For a time, Angelina stayed there, motionless. Yuki took a step closer to the ropes, where she reached out to grab onto the middle rope. Her gaze traveled downward, locking in on where Angelina lay on the mat. There, her body stiffened, and her fingers clenched the ropes tighter. Angelina was down, but Yuki knew she couldn't let her guard down now. No matter where Angelina was, or what happened to her, she could be incredibly dangerous. Was she really laying there because she was stunned and defenseless...or was that just what Angelina wanted Yuki to believe? Yuki wasn't going to make another move until she was absolutely sure it was safe. And Angelina had a way of making her second-guess these things.