Yuki Kazikura vs. Vorona (Two Out of Three Falls)

[CaptainL]

Digging her heels into the mat, Yuki leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on Vorona. She couldn't take her attention off of her for a moment - she couldn't even blink. She had to be ready. Still, her eyelid twitched. Little one. After all that had happened, after how much Vorona had needed to use every dirty tactic in the book to keep up with Yuki - after she had shown she couldn't possibly compare to her on her own merits - she still had the nerve to talk down to her like she was a child? Clearly, Vorona still needed to learn her lesson; if Yuki was the one who would have to teach her, so be it. Her teeth clenched into a snarl, and her muscles tensed.

Ironically, despite how much Vorona had bragged of her artistry, her form left much to be desired. Just then, she took off toward Yuki in a blind charge. Many an opponent might be intimidated by the sight of a angry Vorona bearing down on them, but now, Yuki had settled into the groove. She wouldn't let herself be shaken - all this meant, to her, was that Vorona was making a rookie mistake in charging in against an opponent who was already focused and prepared. An opponent who could counter her. Her first lesson was about to begin.

Just as Vorona came into range, Yuki would suddenly take a step forward, lashing out with a kick aimed straight to the white-haired girl's midsection! If she played her cards right, her leg would cut through the air in the blink of an eye, hitting before Vorona could get out of the way. Hopefully too, it would land with enough force to leave Vorona doubled over forward. Because if it did, Yuki would lunge forward, going for a vault over her opponent's back. She reached down to throw her arms around her thighs at the same time, attempting to pull her forward and off her feet, so that she would land on her back with her shoulders against the mat - where Yuki would try to pin her with a sunset flip!

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jbtpd7AOmk

[Monsy]

Since eating the first fall clean, Vorona struggled to gather the bits of pieces. She found herself heaving harder to catch the same effort and output. Her upper-torso was sore and she felt a pinch in her throat, telling her that she’s pushing it. Then on one BIG gulp of air, preparing her own strike in the run-up, Yuki’s boot sole imprinted on Vorona’s latex-clad gut, making the surface cave in. Vorona felt it in her bones. Her knees went weak and spittle came through.

“B-Bwegh…”

One uneasy step back.
Then another.
Both eyes squeezed close and she was close to issuing a groooooan.

“Y-You liiiitttleeeee--”

Yuki jumped over, grabbed her thighs and pulled. The fishnets squares gave an easy grip, but Yuki’s momentum and strength alone was enough to outpace the artist’s flustered mind-space, then went tumbling into the pinfall. Shoulders down.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“!!!”

And although the crowd would LOVE to hear the bell, Vorona popped her shoulder off the mat, then slowly rolled backwards on one shoulder. Her crown touched the mat. Fetal position. Then she pushed down, hair becoming more dishevelled while her mask slipped down. She pushed it up, then made an unsteady climb back to her feet. First one foot down, then a push -- and after shakily standing up, she stumbled back towards the ropes.

[CaptainL]

Beating Vornoa in the first fall, it seemed, hadn't been enough to show her what her evil ways would get her - not if she was still trying to get up, and still trying to fight back. The dark-haired girl let out a huff as she looked at her, her body stiffening as her muscles tensed. But then, so be it. If Vorona was still trying to fight fate; if she still didn't know what was good for her - Yuki would just have to keep things up. She couldn't slip away from her forever. Sooner or later, Vorona would have to make a mistake. And when that happened, Yuki would be ready to pounce.

Yuki had gone for another pin, but at the last minute, Vorona managed to kick out. That fateful mistake hadn't yet come. The expression on Yuki's face soured as she shot a glare back at the Russian woman, frustrated that her efforts still wouldn't bear fruit. But she wasn't discouraged - far from it. All that resistance from Vorona would only serve to temper her fury, and push her onward. If Yuki's last move hadn't been enough to keep Vorona down for good...then her next move would have to be even harder!

She wouldn't waste a moment. And no matter how dazed or battered Vorona was, Yuki wouldn't spare her any mercy. Her eyes narrowed on her with a cold stare before she stormed after Vorona, not letting her slip too far out of her reach. The moment Yuki closed into range, her next stride would see her leg swing up through the air - aimed right at Vorona's jaw, to slam into it with a superkick!

[Monsy]

Ccccrrrack!

And off with her jaw, with bottom-jaw smashing into top-jaw. Her head snapped up, eyes still holding the same arrogance and contempt for Yuki just two seconds ago. Before she was able to catch herself on the ropes no less. But she did catch herself now, in a way. Stiff as a board, head tipped back, eyes once burning with life slipped into two white orbs, with her pupil slipping to the back of her skull.

She groaned. Lightheaded as ever with the might of twigs and her fishnets keeping her upright.

Then she fell. First leaning back, then her knees gave and jutted out. All together, she collapsed to her back with no regard or awareness for how hard or how comfortable she planted. One foot was down, the leg folded in. The other out. Her lungs felt a hiccup. There was ringing. Crowds moved and danced in phasing, shifting mirages as their noise filtered through a two inch layer of water. Roaring became gargling of shifting sources that phased in and out from the ringing of being rocked in her skull.

[CaptainL]

Yuki's kick had struck like a bolt of lightning - about as fast, and about as hard, too. The impact had thrown Vorona backward into the ropes, where she rebounded and fell to a heap at the Japanese girl's feet. She was crumpled, helpless - pathetic, even. But Yuki had no room for mercy in her heart. Not for Vorona. She stood before her and fixed a glare on her from above, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed, her mouth in an unmoving scowl. After this woman had tried to cheat her and show her up in front of the world, Yuki wasn't going to go easy on her. Vorona still needed to be punished - and when she had the annoying habit of slipping through Yuki's fingers every time she came close, it was apparent that what she was doing wasn't working. She'd need a more forceful approach!

Vorona would surely use any trick at her disposal to try and slip away from this, so Yuki needed to deprive her of the opportunity! She bent down to pick up the white-haired woman's ankle, dragging her toward the center of the ring - and hopefully away from Winter's meddling - before lifting her leg higher in the air. Then, she brought down a stomp against Vorona's knee, followed by another against her shin! Hoping that the pain in her leg would slow her down enough, Yuki threw herself down on top of Vorona, pushing at her leg with enough force to bend it completely over her like a jackknife, until her toe would almost touch the canvas. With that same motion, she'd go for her shoulders, attempting another pin! She wouldn't give Vorona so much as a chance to make another move!

[Monsy]

Vorona bit her lip so hard it broke when her knee got stomped. Her eyes gaped, tingling with what she couldn't hold in her tear duct.

Then the shin. She choked on a tired yelp, flinching and beginning to breathe harder and harder. Both times, the pain is felt deep and spread-out, with a central throbbing at the original point. But the thing about hitting bones, is that the sore doesn't calm down, leaving the artist to reel and whimper as she couldn't get her barrings to contest anything, which didn't change when she was turned into a nice foldable package of sweat and bruised resentment. Her leg was spread like three to six on the mat before it kicked up all by itself, joining her gripped leg but limping towards the side.

"Y-Y-yy..--yoouuu...." She squeaked. What she wouldn't give to have her voice. How -dare- you treat me, a rival, like this. How -dare- you put me in--

And you'd never know she was thinking such, untold by the fucked up, half-asleep face of Vorona, cheek to the mat, glancing directly up at the woman who's more resilient frame squished her into the mat by her hips, stomach, chest... and wrists. She could almost fold her leg over Yuki's shoulders. Which might've given respite to her now burning hamstrings.

And be more comfortable while handing the crowd's cheering voice, joining the count...

"ONE!" ( "ONE!" )
"TWO!" ( "TWO!" )
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAH!"

But from behind came a nasty Angel, clanging the back of the referee from an overhead--THWACK!!!-- From a steel chair to make everyone unhappy. Vorona twitched, but she was still completely stuck underneath Yuki. At least, up until Winter charged up the chair again, raising it over head, "Hiiiiiii--" Taking a deep breath and--! "--YAAH!" She swung the chair again, attempting to come down on Yuki's back!

[CaptainL]

Yuki was tired of how Vorona always seemed one step ahead of her - how every time she was ready to punish her, and to cut her meddling short, the white-haired girl always seemed to have some way to weasel her way out of danger. But that would end now. When Yuki stomped her foot down against Vorona's legs, bludgeoning at every bone and joint, that was her insurance policy - she was taking steps to make sure Vorona wouldn't have a means to get away. Surely, she thought, she would be too busy reeling from the pain to try and set up anything funny, and the damage to her legs would slow down any escape she might've gone for. When Yuki grabbed Vorona by the leg, leaning in and draping her full weight on top of her, she looked her directly in the eye with a stern and disapproving glare - just to make sure she knew her tricks weren't going to save her.

Sure enough, Vorona twisted and turned, struggling beneath Yuki, but she couldn't get far. Not when her body was aching, and when she was folded in half over herself. The dark-haired girl had her locked down, and the count was growing higher and higher as they approached that fateful three. Soon enough, Yuki thought, she'd have Vorona put away, and the world would see what her devious ways would get her.

But Vorona still had one very important trick left up her sleeve - Winter. And, ironically, that was the one trick Yuki had failed to account for. Just as the ref was about to count three, Yuki heard that battle cry ring out from behind her, and she lifted her head, raising a confused eyebrow. Several fans tried to call out to her, warning her to look behind her. But it was too late. Yuki had barely even begun to turn her head around when Vorona brought the chair down hard against the referee's skull - and a loud, ringing CLANG! rang through the air!

And only a second later, the chair came down again, this time across Yuki's back! Yuki was thrown face-down on top of Vorona like a sack of potatoes, letting out a gasp! She had no choice but to release Vorona's leg - she needed both arms when she grabbed at her spine. It felt like her whole body had gone numb! She rolled over onto her back, but with her back aching, she was lost in a pained haze - and in no position to put up a fight!

[Monsy]

Vorona was still very-very much out.

She was squashed underneath Yuki. They didn’t share much difference in size, making Yuki an effective weighted blanket. The count must’ve been ten, maybe twelve now? Tic-tic-tic. FIFTEEN! How many times did she try to pin her artist unfairly??? MMmmmmmm--DOESN’T MATTERS! Because Winter now threw the chair down, ignoring the thunderstorm of upset jeers. It was about to get a lot worse for those talentless pansies. Winter now grabbed onto one of Yuki’s arms, pulled it back and peeeeeeeled her off her dearest sun, laying on her back.

And just what spell did the dream fairies give her this time? Conquering mars? Hosting a Martian art exhibit? Flying with a formation of swans? Buying a cosmically sized ring? Mmm--, gosh. She can think of this for so long. If it weren’t for the match they were in. Winter thought, if Nikita woke up with a gift, then she’d be in for a wonderful night and morning after. So when it came to moving her artist during her sleep, she could only make that sacrifice for her, throwing Nikita’s arm across Yuki’s chest. Then she went to the downed referee, stood over him, then started to tap his cheek. “You’re okays. Now rise. Rise, please.”

And of course, the referee was slow to recoup, making Winter pout.

“Guh. Why’s must this be so hard--” Said the Angel, lifting the arm of the referee to then slap the mat.

Thunk-

A silent one. But she believed the most beautiful things can be enjoyed in total silence, so wasn’t daunted and continued to attempt her count.

[CaptainL]

The moment Winter made her explosive entry on the scene, the arena echoed with thunderous boos. One moment ago, Yuki had Vorona pinned down. She was about to win the second fall in quick succession, her defiance a symbol that the white-haired girl's meddlesome ways would never profit. But just as the three-count was about to come down, Winter snatched that moment of glory away from Yuki. First, she had taken out the referee - and before Yuki so much as had a chance to voice her indignation, the chair came down again, this time landing with a crack across the joshi wrestler's spine!

At once, it felt like an eruption of pain shot through Yuki's system. After it passed, she could barely feel her lower body any more - she tried to will some fight into her legs, to bring her muscles to kick and tense, but they hung limp. And just a moment later, another sting went through her spine, causing Yuki's teeth to clench in a grimace as she hissed and shuddered. She needed to grab at her back with one hand even as she rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on the other hand. One of her eyes, too, was squeezed shut, and her shoulders rose and fell as she panted for breath. But when Yuki looked up to see Winter inspecting the downed referee, her jaw only clenched tighter. That was a reminder of how Winter had cost her the win, and prevented justice from being served. She couldn't stand for this meddling!

"Don't think I didn't see that!" Yuki shot back. She pushed up from the mat with her full strength - grimacing as she did, and hoisting herself up onto wobbly footing, but nevertheless, she sucked in a breath and stood straighter, locking her eyes on Winter. Then, she took a few stumbling steps forward. Her stance wavered from one side to the other as she walked, but she closed in on Winter nonetheless - where she would aim a shove for her shoulders.

"What do you think you're doing?! Get out of the ring!" Of course, in doing so, Yuki would also end up quite close to where Vorona lay...

[Monsy]

Winter jumped, then yelled. “G-Gah-ah!” Before putting a hand on her chest, then giving her head a good shake for the silly dust Yuki’s surprise throwed. But, looking at her stand up, all slumped like leaning stacks of rocks. This wasn’t usually in the script. But the time given made it much easier for Winter to gather her thoughts. This was. Fine.

Surely, it’s ok to fight when I’m being attacked, yes?
I can defend myself?
But didn’t she say to just watch from the sidelines?

She thought about it. Recalling the dressing room, with Vorona changing into that absolutely stunning leotard right in front of her. Ass-cheeks like Jupiters. Which is a shame. She remembered being talked to, but the spell her beloved's behind cast dispelled only when she turned around. ‘You’re the only one I want at my ringside.’

D'aaw.

Oooh--OOF!

Then the shove made her teeter back. She almost fell, taking a short stumble before recovering. Strangely, she expected to fall. Caught by surprise, partially. She knew that shove was coming, and maybe her body prepared itself subconsciously. She couldn’t argue with instincts, but she can with the cheater yelling at her.

“I--Uhh…” Winter raised her hands in-front of her collar. “... No speak, uh, nihongo. N-No speak, no speak!” Said Winter, propping up the most uneasy smile to accommodate. She stayed in the spot, vaguely repeating her sentence every few seconds after the second time. Winter knew they must’ve gotten the idea, but she felt like being annoying.

After all--
For the slowly rising, even wobblier, sweatier and more dishevelled Vorona rising behind her… It could make quite the distraction. And if Yuki stared too long, then Vorona would take Yuki’s back standing up, wrapping an arm around her throat and cinch a rear-naked-choke! “I… did not consent… To this conversation.” Vorona said through half-defeated pants, going deadweight to the ground to hopefully drag Yuki to the ground!