Yuki Kazikura vs Angelina Tarrant - Loser Leaves Town Cage Match

[Monsy]

Look at her GO.

Now this is what gets the blood moving. All that pain-filled gold spilling out in the form of grunts, cries, twisting and seeing that bruise be painted on this psychopath's body. It was all excellent. It felt good. It felt right. It felt earned. And then as Yuki broke towards the steps in that crawl, Angelina wrapped her hand up in the ropes to shorten the slack and get some good control over her new favourite weapon, then spun it around, around and around.

"Not quite the historic cat-o-nine tails, but somethin' tells me this'll be twice as good, Yookster."

After raising it high, she folded in her lower lip, bit it, made wide eyes and channeled all the passion of storm and sea into beating this big thumbtack bag into Yuki's back! "HUHH???" Even as Yuki reached the steps and made her way up, that merely became a second opening to wind-up and hit Yuki in her side. "Ain't this ggreeeeeat?!" Angelina went up the steps, choosing to play the game safe than jump with hurting knees. She could little if she hurt herself, but instead wanted more assured hurting them. Every part of her solely focused on their misery. "SAY SOMETHIN!"

She wound up a third time, this time going with a technique overhead and-- "shit-." Yuki rolled in. Her eyes rolled with her. She grabbed the rope with one hand, pulled back and let rebound and her vertical take flight over the top-rope, casting a shadow over Yuki. The bag already spun up to resemble an operating fan, held back behind her shoulder and about to be whipped. Her target this time? Face.

[CaptainL]

Yuki's biggest priority as of this point was to make it to the ring - if she could get there, well, she wouldn't exactly be safe, but she would at least be at more liberty to catch her breath and plan her next move. She rolled herself over onto her stomach, her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut as she reached out ahead of her to grab at the floor and haul herself closer. She still couldn't feel her legs, and there was still a burning sensation in her lungs from where Angelina had driven the air out of her with the force of her blow, but at least she could move. But of course, Angelina wouldn't make that easy.

As long as Yuki was crawling on all fours, she could only move a little bit at a time. And that meant she was an easy target, as Angelina flung the bag at her again and again. Every time, it came down with a thud, and Yuki fell flat onto her face, sputtering and gagging as the world around her began to spin. "GYAAAAHH-!!" she howled, throwing her head back in an arc as the sore sensation rippled through her body...but a moment later, she shook herself, gnashing her teeth to steel her nerves. No. She had to keep going. She couldn't fall behind - that just wouldn't be an option!

By the time Yuki made it to the steps, she was bruised and battered, and bleeding in a couple places. Every part of her body felt either numb or sore. But still, she sucked in a deep breath and grabbed hold of the rope, pulling herself forward - and slipping in under the ropes. The fans let out a cheer at the sight of her escape. However, she didn't even have time to let out a breath of relief. At that same moment, Angelina had already hurled herself over the ropes - and when Yuki looked up, all she could see was her shadow coming down toward her at an alarming rate, the bag in her hand swept back like a hammer that was about to fall!

For a few seconds, the joshi wrestler stopped right there, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging open in a gasp, paralyzed with shock. But then...Yuki realized she still had to push onward. She still needed to fight back! Squeezing her eyes shut, she rose to her knees and shoved her hand outward to try and parry the bag as it came closer! Her fingers grasped for the black plastic, her wavering grip struggling to hold it firmly as her body shuddered and trembled. She hissed from the pain as she felt the tacks jutting out of the bag and digging into her skin. But Yuki was willing to put up with anything if it meant staying alive, and standing up to Angelina. She couldn't fall behind!

As she put all her strength into pushing back at the bag in Angelina's hand, Yuki looked back over her shoulder behind her. A kendo stick had rolled out from under the ring, and it was lying just beside the apron, well within reach. She hissed and winced, leaning over as far as she could to reach for the weapon at the same time she was trying with all her might to keep Angelina at bay. She knew she couldn't let her opponent move an inch! But if she could reach it, she'd go to snatch the stick up in her grasp, and whip it back around into the ring - where she'd attempt to jab it into Angelina's gut like the point of a spear! If that worked, she'd throw her weight forward in an attempt to tackle Angelina to the mat while she was still reeling. Enough was enough!

[Monsy]

When Angelina realized she hit hand and not face, she donned a grimace. One of pure hatred, denied her satisfaction of beating on her biggest enemy. It just wasn't right. She needed this. Another scream from them, another yell, fuck--maybe a touch of psychopathic reason from Yuki to tell her she was getting somewhere. But this was resolve. Her mountain was getting taller. Yuki pushed back, so Angelina did as well, grabbing their wrist. She stood above her with one foot on either side of their hip, leaning in and attempting to use that size to shove the nail back into their face.

Like a wool scrubber, we'll get all the stains!!

Her eyes found theirs, but only the parts that were going to tell her that Yuki was afraid. That she saw what was coming. She wanted to find her strain, her resolve, any part that fought so she could crush it beneath these tacks. What she got instead was a flat rounded point jabbing into her gut in a way that made her flinch, look down and realize her legs had suddenly buckled. "OUFFF!" Angelina lurched over, torso forward and hips going back and crashing to the mat. Her arms covered up her stomach. And within a second, Yuki was on top.

Oh HELL no.

She wasn't about to let this freak suddenly break her fate of being a pincushion. She scowled, bared teeth like she wanted to bite, made wide eyes and started growling with spit shooting from her teeth-gaps. Swiftly, she reached to grab the other end of the slack, then tried to swing that piece over Yuki's nape. If she did, then she'd cross the directions so the rope would wrap around their throat completely, then yanked in opposite directions to strangle them!

[CaptainL]

Maybe it could've been worse, but even if Yuki had managed to parry the blow from Angelina's bag of tacks, the feeling of a hundred points digging into her skin was unpleasant whether that skin belonged to her hand or her face. Her eyes had begun to water, and her whole body wavered; she fought to hold herself rigid against the full weight of the bag bearing down on her. But even if it hurt, Yuki couldn't let that stop her. She still needed to fight back - she couldn't concede to Angelina, if that would give her any satisfaction at all! Whatever Angelina was trying to accomplish through this match, Yuki would have to stand in her way! Even if it hurt, she had resolved to hold the position for as long as she needed to buy herself some time - time for her to arm herself. And as soon as her fingers had wrapped around the kendo stick, she had whipped it back straight through the air, nailing Angelina squarely in the gut!

With Yuki landing such a blow against her rival, in spite of the mounting pressure, the fans broke out into a cheer! Her blow had sent Angelina toppling over backward - and with it, that brought her an opportunity to make her move; to change her fate. In this moment, Yuki could claim the top position over Angelina - and she wasn't going to let that moment slip through her fingers! Emboldened by her success, she felt a surge of adrenaline take hold of her - and with it, she rushed forward, slamming Angelina against the mat as she threw her to her back and clamored on top! Any aches in her legs no longer mattered - now, she had her chance, and she was going to take it!

Yuki's hands went for Angelina's shoulders as her hips went to press down against the redhead's own. Her shoulders rose and fell with every labored breath, but she still looked down and stared Angelina dead in the eye - wanting her to know she was here in her grasp, and she wasn't going to let her out of it. At least, Yuki thought that was the case. As was usual with Angelina, the Marauder wasn't going to let her off that easily. And there would always be some trick she still had hidden up her sleeve.

Just as Yuki thought she had Angelina held down, the Marauder suddenly slung the string of the bag over the back of Yuki's throat. It was all happening so quickly, Yuki didn't have time to ask herself what the sensation she felt cross her skin was - not until Angelina suddenly yanked down hard, twisting that string right around her neck! "GHHHK-!!!" She only knew what had hit her once it was already too late!

All of a sudden, Yuki's airways burned. The breath died in her lungs; she rasped and coughed a few times. Her face was beginning to grow red, and her eyes rolled backward. Suddenly, Yuki couldn't think of pressing the advantage any more - she could only concentrate on survival! As a few hoarse, choked gurgles worked their way up from her throat, she grabbed desperately for the strings that bound her neck, trying to pull them apart! Anything to force some room she could move air through!

[Monsy]

“ONE!” The referee went with a quick drop and slap of the mat. That was the high point of Yuki’s rebuttal, finding her footing once again, having put Angelina underneath—and still keeping her under with her weight and strength piling on-top the Pirate’s own. The two of them continued to lock eyes, from the kendo-stick to the strangulation. Angelina had a feverish warmth about it. A different kind like she was furious, giving it all in beads of sweat and shaking arms. Her nose curled up until she bore laugh-lines, wrinkles on her forehead and she was gnashing teeth like it would allow her to strangle just a little harder. That she was infinite with enough willpower.

“TWO!” The referee called with another slap, causing huge sections of newly-turned pirates, Yuki trolls, fans and previously ambivalent hard-liners to stand.

To both parts of herself, she was soaring. Not just the insatiable itch to wound Yuki—but a feeling like she was reaching far above her minuscule station. It stood shoulder-to-shoulder when she made her first bot, getting the college acceptance letter, her first march from the hospital bed, her first laser flip, her first job, her first wrestling win before LAW—ironically, the first time she snuffed a career. While she felt nothing for them, Yuki was a North Star, leading her on, teasing her so like the flat parts of everest.

“H-Ha! G-got ya!” Yuki flinched first, grabbing the rope. Angelina’s shoulder came off the mat. A save at 2.5! Angelina opened her legs and enveloped Yuki’s waist, then scissored by locking ankles and squeezing her thighs into Yuki’s sides. Even as the strongest portion of her body, she was by no means a watermelon-crusher, but who knows—this match was full of first times. She felt like a barbados threadsnake. Her and Yuki together until the light in those eyes faded.

“Haaaagh!” She yelled, sat up at once, attempting to exploit Yuki’s fuck up by sitting up, ramming her chest into theirs, shoving one shoulder against Yuki’s and then tugging the rope to hopefully roll Yuki to the side and onto her back. Angelina would fall on-top, hips, belly, chest all smothering the other. She put her elbows onto Yuki’s shoulders, using it as leverage to yank the ropes in both directions even harder. Her chin above their chin as they smushed together, watching her fight off an ending.

“T-Think of it, Yooks. The last thing you’ll evah see.” She whispered, leaning towards the ear. “Is me.” Then chomped hard on Yuki’s earlobe for pain’s sake.

[Monsy]

This match will be concluded in a different format, written by myself solo.