Yuki Kazikura vs Angelina Tarrant - Loser Leaves Town Cage Match

[Monsy]

Angelina was hissing underneath her breath. She wanted to push and become unfeeling. But this was a moment where she felt a slip. A weight attached to her ankle where she couldn’t immediately come back explosively. It was too early, she told herself. Worse off, Yuki hadn’t stumbled yet.

She will bleed.
She will hurt.
And much-- MUCH more.

Angelina’s eyes flicked up, looking ahead to the steel steps. The schematics started to form in her vision. Steps. Ring post. Cage. Ring. But there was no time to imagine a fake her running the trick. Over and over, a million times in her head. She just had one attempt to make this.

Bettah not fuck it up.

And so she rose to one hand a knee, took off her coat, slammed it on the ground and took off in a runner’s start. She tried to come at the steps in a slight rounded approach. She gave all the gas she could off her left foot, landed on her right on-top the steel steps, then shot off that foot. Her left foot shoved off the ring post to get her flung at the cage.

She grabbed it. Her fingers and toes jammed into the cage squares. Then she scaled the wall with a couple small jumps and quick-climbs, almost like she was crawling on a normal floor. The sweat started to gather between her finger-tips and forehead with the quick pulls and climbs. Her arm muscle started to strain. But she had it.

Now, let yourself go. EXECUTE.

She released the cage, toes pushed into the squares to keep her suspended for just a split second. Then she jumped, arcing herself back and became airborne roughly ten feet above. Her leg was the main weapon, swinging and coming down, hoping to crack Yuki on-top of the head!

[CaptainL]

Even after Angelina went outside of the ring, Yuki knew it wasn't over. No, there was no way it could be that simple. She knew Angelina Tarrant. She'd been in the ring with her for long enough to know how she worked. Getting thrown through the ropes wouldn't be enough to stop her. Angelina was much, much tougher than that, and much more daring. Angelina, surely, was just going to bounce back from this with something even greater and more deadly. And Yuki had to be ready for that - she sucked in a deep breath, holding her back straight, her fist clenching and unclenching at her side as she tried to steady the thump-thump-thump of her heart.

When she saw Angelina come charging closer, a start ran through Yuki's body. She jumped up in place, her muscles clamping and seizing as she prepared to defend herself. She'd need to act fast, she thought. Angelina had sprung herself to the corner post. Next, she'd surely come vaulting over the top, and into Yuki herself.

Preparing herself, Yuki lifted her arms to try and shield herself, shifting her weight onto her heel to make a getaway if she needed to. Only that wasn't what happened. Instead of hurling herself toward the Japanese girl, Angelina threw herself backward. She hit the cage - and then she climbed higher! As she rose higher and higher into the sky, the crowd gasped. Angelina had always been known for her daring stunts, but this was a step above. They could only imagine what might happen if she slipped...and worse, what lay in store for Yuki if all went according to plan.

Even Yuki herself was left blindsided when she saw the lengths Angelina was willing to go. She fell still, her eyes wide and her mouth agape as she stared up at Angelina in shock. It wasn't possible, she thought - not even Angelina would have something like this in her! But she did - and that was something Yuki was about to find out the hard way, as the Marauder sprung off the bars to hurl herself straight toward Yuki, foot-first!

With all the momentum of her descent behind her, when Angelina struck out at Yuki, it was like a crackle of lightning. A loud THWACK rang out, and Yuki's head snapped backward as she screamed in pain, her arms shooting up to shield her face. Static rang through her ears. She stumbled back one step, and then another, her body teetering under its own weight. Then, she finally lost her balance and fell back, one arm hooked over the top rope as she lay dangling from her perch. Her head was still spinning, and everything around her was a blur.

[Monsy]

Angelina smacked the canvas with a thud. Her body was light enough to bounce. She immediately clutched her chest, even though she felt it in her gut just as much. And her thighs. But she landed the fucking thing. The price was only temporary.

She landed on her side. She rolled to her back, sat up and clenched her teeth. Her stomach sank deeper into her inside, making a point in the middle feel hollow. Then she breathed out with a strong O in her mouth, turned over, got on one knee, then stood up with both hands on the limb.

Her neck cracked.
Left. Right.
She rolled her shoulders.

Then she approached Yuki with a casual smile from afar, closed in, then grabbed her face with both hands. The thumbs sat right beneath the eyes. Now her face was starting to warm and her tongue salivated with a need to bite them. So she clenched her teeth for a moment and forced up a smile.

“That headache ya feel? Its about to get a whole lot fuckin’ worse.”

Then she headbutted them. Snapped her head to hit the bridge of her nose. She finally learned how to fucking do it properly without hurting herself. So if that hit, then she’d be unfazed and ready to strike again -- this time with a direct punch right into that stomach! She hoped this would make Yuki keel over, allowing the perfect angle for Angelina to spin around counter-clockwise and throw her heel directly towards their temple to finish the combo! Headbutt-Gut Punch-Spinning Heel Kick!

[CaptainL]

For a moment, when Yuki had knocked Angelina out of the ring, she thought that would be it. She thought that meant she had scored a victory over the Marauder, and kept her hated rival under control. What Yuki underestimated, once again, was that when it came to Angelina Tarrant, things were rarely that easy. At every moment, it was a pitched mental duel, with each of the two girls trying to out-maneuver one another and claim the upper ground both mentally and physically. And even if Angelina had been knocked out of the ring, she was still looking for ways she could turn things to her advantage - such as when she came climbing up the bars of the cage, hurling herself at Yuki with a kick too fast for the raven-haired girl to anticipate it!

A crackle of static and a buzzing haze ran through Yuki's head as the impact hurled her backward against the ropes. The ground beneath her feet seemed to teeter one way and then the other, as though she was on a ship tossed in the ocean. But Angelina still wasn't done. The next thing Yuki knew, Angelina had grabbed onto her head, pulling closer to look her dead in the eyes - and she was all too well aware that her thumbs were sitting just beneath her eyes; those same thumbs she had almost used against Shimmerlace, and that she had made perfectly clear she was perfectly willing to use against Yuki too. Everything else was a blur, but in an instant, Yuki was jerked back into an all-too-harsh reality. Her body went stiff, and a chill ran down her spine. She was at Angelina's mercy - and, as much as everything told her that she needed to fight back now more than anywhere else, she found herself frozen in place, feeling only the thump of her heart inside her chest.

That meant Yuki was stunned - and Angelina could strike. Just a moment later, the redhead whipped her skull straight into Yuki's face, and with a crack, she went reeling backward, letting out a wail of pain. The world around her twirled and spun, and when Angelina proceeded to swing out her fist to slam it straight into her midsection, she didn't see it at all! Letting out a cough as the air was driven out of her lungs, she doubled over forward, clutching at her gut.

But through it all...Yuki was beginning to realize that she couldn't stand for all of this. She was through being pushed around and dominated like she didn't pose a threat. She was tired of Angelina underestimating her! Gritting her teeth, she reminded herself that it was up to her to make a change. She would channel all that anger and frustration into turning all of this around - and showing Angelina just how wrong she was about her!

Just as Angelina's spinning kick was about to land, Yuki would lift a forearm, attempting to protect her head and deflect the blow, so that Angelina's leg would be hanging in midair! If that worked, she would shove herself back up to her feet - where she would grab hold of Angelina by the hair with one hand, using her other to form a fist and hammer at the Marauder in the face again and again!

[Monsy]

Angelina was looking for a heavy 3-piece combo to cement her momentum.

Pull away and get a solid lead. Expose all openings and go for the win at every point. No mercy for this fuckin’ psychopath, she had thought. Then when her kick pinged off Yuki’s defence, her lips worked into a sneer and she cursed, “FUCK.”

Then she was grabbed. An eye shut, she stumbled to get her footing underneath--.

BAM-BAM.

Soft-blunt force smashed into her cheek. “OOMMPF--!” “AGH!” “OGH!”

Her head snapped to the side. Then again. Repeat after repeat. The spot became a bruising sore. Dizzy, she grabbed onto Yuki’s arm in her hair not just to counter, but to stay standing. When Yuki’s hammerfist came in again, she blocked it after it struck. She stumbled towards Yuki, put her foot down, leaned against her then tried to spread their arms apart.

Then she lunged her torso and face at Yuki. Her jaw opened, two sets of pearly white, now honed to bite Yuki just under the eye on the fat of her cheek.

[CaptainL]

Yuki was known for her focus, discipline, and determination in the squared circle. She lived and breathed wrestling, always pledging to do her best and to shine as an example of what a well-trained athlete who had devoted their life to the sport could accomplish. But right now, that was not what Yuki was. This wasn't a match between equal competitors who had agreed to a contract of mutual respect and sportswomanship. No, this was an all-out brawl, where anything went, and both girls might as well have been fighting for survival. As far as Yuki was concerned...she was.

Her eyes locked on Angelina in a piercing glare, she wouldn't even bring herself to blink, lest she let her rival out of her sights. She seized hold of whatever she could grab onto, and her fists flew in a flurry of punches, aiming for every part of the Marauder she could reach. She just had to punch and punch and punch until her knuckles were bruised, and even then, she had to keep going. It didn't matter how many of her punches missed. As long as Angelina was hurt, Yuki was doing something right.

Tethered by their arms, the two girls were locked in an embrace as passionate as any lover's. They could feel every haggard breath on each other's neck and face, and they could feel the warmth radiating off their bodies, tickling their skin. But as close as they were, Angelina wanted to bring herself even closer. She started to push Yuki's arms aside, and the raven-haired girl hissed through her teeth, her heels digging into the mat and her feet skidding out to the sides as she tried to hold herself firm and rigid to prevent herself from being moved. But it was no use. Angelina had managed to expose an opening - and then, she lunged for it, teeth gnashing!

She bit down onto Yuki's cheek, and at once, a searing wave of pain shot through the joshi wrestler. She threw her head back with a howl almost as bestial as what Angelina had just done, her eyes squeezing shut as they began to water with tears of agony. Angelina would stop at nothing to assert her dominance, and to destroy Yuki in the process - this was a reminder as much. Yuki couldn't expect a fellow wrestler. She had to expect a wild animal! Even as her body trembled from the aftershocks, she still tried to grab onto the Marauder's shoulders, letting go of her hair to go for a grip on each so that she could push Angelina back as hard as she could!

[Monsy]

The grappling became a game of grabbing each other for dear life.

Yuki looked to give up wrestling Angelina's arms or yanking her hair. Angelina's teeth became an extension of Yuki’s face, trying to bite as deep as they could. She wanted blood, but Yuki would make that difficult. When Yuki initially changed grip, Angelina made a claw and snatched Yuki’s hair. Her fingers tangled inside it, getting under and over any tress it wanted to buy more time.

But she was limited, still, by Yuki’s overwhelming strength. Angelina’s chest had heaved back when pushed, making her lean awkwardly behind her feet. Eventually, her arms burned and she couldn't squeeze her core to make up for forced ground. She came off with a scrape, stumbling back a step. Her mouth was open wide, teeth bared and drooling as she breathed audibly. She closed it, wiping her mouth with her fist and licking the teeth underneath. The hand lowered.

The money she’d burn to do that again.

She picked up her knee, pointed her boot sole and made a thrust for that belly. The attempt would follow a clockwise spin, throwing a spinning back elbow aimed to take a bite out of Yuki’s head!

[CaptainL]

Angelina was latched on tight to Yuki. Her teeth were clamped around the Japanese girl's cheek with all the desperation of a dead snake, its jaws locked in rigor mortis. Yuki's eyes began to water as a shudder ran through her body. She could feel a trickle of blood run down her skin from where Angelina's teeth grazed her, and the nerve endings beneath her skin burned from where her teeth sank in deeper. As Angelina grabbed for her hair, twisting the strands between her fingers, she was only pulled closer, their bodies knotting around each others' in a desperate embrace. But Yuki couldn't stand for this any longer. She wouldn't leave herself at Angelina's mercy. It wouldn't be good enough to be tied with Angelina. Yuki needed to demonstrate that she wouldn't let herself be pushed around by the Marauder any longer. She needed to demonstrate she was stronger than her.

Her fingers seized at Angelina's shoulders, clamping down with a firm bite of pressure before she shoved back with all her might. At that, Angelina was forced to go staggering back. Once again, Yuki was alone. She had grown so used to the warmth radiating off of Angelina's body, that smell of her breath and her sweat that hung in the air, that to have it all driven away left her feeling starkly alone; like something was missing. She only had a moment to catch her breath. As she panted for air, she could feel that burning sensation in her face again; her teeth clenched in a wince as she rubbed at the mark where Angelina had latched onto her. But she shook that thought out of her head a moment later. She was wasting time. Every moment she wasn't on guard was a moment Angelina could, and would, strike!

In fact, just now, the redhead was closing in on Yuki with her foot aimed square for her midsection! Yuki only had a few seconds to act, but when she was already as tense as a gun that was about to go off, that was enough. Just before Angelina's boot landed, Yuki jumped back. And right behind that, Angelina was whirling herself around, going for the elbow - but once again, Yuki was ready; she swung up her forearm, looking to deflect the blow just before it hit! She was running off of pure instinct now - it didn't matter how quick and unexpected Angelina's strikes were now. She just had to do what was right!

Now that she'd created an opening, it was Yuki's turn to strike! She grabbed onto Angelina's extended arm before she could draw it back, her fingers wrapped tightly around the bicep. Pulling forward, she reeled herself toward her foe to close the distance once again. This time, her knee would swing upward toward Angelina's stomach. Hopefully, that would stun her - because if it did, Yuki would swing low, running her hand between her legs to hoist her higher and drop her onto her head for a Michinoku Driver!

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpiUpquCUfk

[Monsy]

The taste of Yuki’s face was still lingering on her tongue as she went for the pair of strikes.

First a miss -- not to worry, as that didn’t interrupt her momentum. She kept up, stepped around, whipped the shoulders... GRINDER! As her moveset called it.

And “Shit-” Empty. Yuki latched on with Angelina’s arm across her chest. She looked over the arm, made eye contact and curled her nose. And just as she was about to snake her arm and counter-grab Yuki with a TUG to match, she stumbled forward. Her belly now occupied with a thundering knee. The punk doubled over so far that her chest was over Yuki’s thigh.

Eye shut. Mouth creaked open, curled into a dismayed frown. “B…bwegh…”

And down went the spittle. Two coughs.

Then up she went! The world teetered around. Her boots pointed to the ceiling. The crowd shouted an "OOOOO..." at the sudden flip-over and… PLANTED!

Back of the head, the nape, the shoulders, then the rest rolls out like making the bed. It instantly tracks up her neck, sends her shooting into a sit-up, dazed and staring at blips of light, phone flashes and a drop of sweat on her eye-brow. She didn’t feel her arms or legs at the moment. Just a drink of something awful in her head and neck like a giant squeezing claw.

She dropped back down, with the momentum of her bobbing head now her flop back into a spread-eagle position not even three seconds prior to the sit-up.

Laid out.

[CaptainL]

Every motion had to be made with perfect precision. If Yuki had been a sliver of a second off with that move, Angelina's blow would have landed. But Yuki knew she couldn't afford anything less, and she had no intentions of falling short. Just before Angelina could hit, Yuki delivered a parry that knocked her elbow aside. And from there, she could reel her in closer - into her grasp, and into the path of a Michinoku Driver!

Angelina came down on the mat, and she hit it hard. The sound of a resounding thump echoed through the ring, and that sound was echoed soon after by a cheer that shook the arena, celebrating a triumphant surge of momentum from Yuki. The dark-haired girl rolled herself up into a seated position, panting for breath; she wiped some sweat from her brow as she tried to recenter herself. Her heart was still pounding from the surge of adrenaline she had just experienced. But just a moment later, Yuki's expression grew grave and stern as she looked back up. No, she wasn't finished. There was still work that needed to be done. Yuki knew Angelina Tarrant, and she knew that she was tougher than that. If she wanted to make sure Angelina was going to stay down...she had to go harder!

With a burst of strength born of defiance, Yuki shoved herself back up to her feet, standing above Angelina. There, she hoisted one foot in the air, and brought it down in a hard stomp against the Marauder's knee. Then, without skipping a beat for even long enough to let Angelina cry out in pain, she brought her other foot down against Angelina's other knee! She had to cripple Angelina's limbs if she wanted to prevent her from launching a counter-attack. And then, once she was satisfied her rival had been softened up and wouldn't run away, Yuki sucked in a breath, then bent down to throw her arms around the redhead's sides. She would lift her up higher, holding onto her as she marched to the ropes. But she wouldn't stop there.

She climbed up onto the bottom rope, then the middle, then the top. At each step, she teetered against the burden, gritting her teeth so as not to let Angelina's weight tip her over, but she had to keep going - she reminded herself as much. There, she would stand tall above the ring, with Angelina in tow, looking out all around her at the fans cheering louder than ever. And then, as she belted out a battle cry, Yuki would hurl Angelina straight down to the canvas for a superplex!