The moment that the Crusader swept the Shoguness off her feet the crowd fell silent! The sight of the dominant silver haired beauty being held aloft and her seeming disapproval and dismay at her current situation had robbed the people of their senses for but a brief moment. That were moment was then emphasized further as Jeanne de Latimer Hastings then threw herself forward and by proxy her foe, slamming her back first into the canvas with that thunderous impact! A force which was enough to shake the ring ropes as a powerhouse heavyweight slammed another powerhouse heavyweight down as if they were a comet falling from the sky!
Jeanne threw herself back up into a straight stand, her long braid whipping in the air as she stood over the folded up Yutani Oshima. The Knight would raise her right arm up, holding her fist aloft for show of defiance against the cruel regime of this dominant tyrant. The crowd were snapped out of their stunned silence and a wild cheer erupted!
The purple knight knew though that her foe was not slain with such a move. Their exchange had been brief but it had told her how fearsome a foe Yutani was, and she knew she could not be careless. Jeanne would lean down, practically pressing her front against those folded up legs, the arms of the British wrestler would try and scoop up under Yutani's back and hips, as she would then flex her powerful legs, with a deep breath and a determined look aimed right down at the face of the samurai, Jeanne would then attempt to assert her defiance against Yutani with another display of power, as she sought to rip her clean off the mat and hoist her up into the air, on her shoulders for but a brief enough moment to attempt to drive Yutani down into the center of the ring with a dead-lift powerbomb! Spoiler
A white-hot, electric agony seared through Yutani’s spine, radiating from the brutal impact of the Alabama Slam. The crash had rattled the very bones of the ring, and for a moment, she lay there—motionless, breath shuddering, limbs lax against the canvas. The roar of the crowd was nothing but a dull, distant thing, swallowed beneath the pulsing ache in her back. How dare she? The thought clawed at the edges of her mind, even as her muscles twitched in protest against the force of the blow. Above her, Jeanne loomed, standing victorious, fist raised in defiant declaration. The very air of the arena seemed to shift—where once there had been awe at Yutani’s control, there was now a rallying cry for the knight who had defied her.
Unacceptable.
Yutani’s fingers curled against the mat, slow, deliberate. The predator in her bristled, enraged at this moment of vulnerability. No one defied the Shoguness and went unpunished. And yet, A shadow fell over her. Jeanne was already descending, her presence a heavy, oppressive thing as she pressed forward, her strong arms sliding beneath Yutani’s back and hips. The warmth of her opponent’s body bled through their minimal separation, muscles flexing, tightening, claiming her. The breath of the knight, measured and steady, washed over Yutani’s face as Jeanne seized her. Yutani’s teeth clenched. No. No, no, no. She would not be hoisted like some offering!
But her body, battered from the slam, did not respond as quickly as her fury. Before she could ground herself, before she could fight back, she felt it—a shift in gravity. The ring blurred beneath her as she was torn from the mat, ripped clean into the air by brute force alone. Jeanne’s strength, raw and undeniable, surged through Yutani’s body like a violent uprising, her silver locks whipping around her face as she was hoisted up.
"AAAAAGH!" Yutani’s scream tore through the air as she was driven into the canvas with seismic force. The impact was cataclysmic, a sickening shockwave that thundered through the ring as Yutani's back collided with the canvas. The sheer force of it forced her body into an arch before she collapsed, sprawled in the wreckage of the powerbomb, her silver hair splayed in disarray around her.
Instinct surged through her battered body, her pride refusing to let her remain vulnerable for long. With a sharp inhale, a grimace twisting across her lips, Yutani forced herself to withdraw. The impact had sent her skidding just far enough to grant her a moment’s reprieve, and she seized it. A desperate, calculated roll carried her toward the ropes, her body slipping beneath them before she tumbled to the outside, landing in an unceremonious sprawl. A tactical maneuver. Not a retreat. That was what she told herself as she pressed her palms against the cold ringside floor, forcing air into her lungs. She needed space, even if it would only likely be a few seconds before Jeanne would be upon her again, seconds before the fight for dominance resumed.
The Crusader's display of power sent a wave of cheers and shouts from the audience, seeing Jeanne de Latimer Hastings heave the Shoguness off the mat and into the air, before then slamming her down with that seismic impact of her powerbomb, had the crowd rising up and releasing screams jubilation! The purple clad knight whipped herself up straight, as she stood over the downed frame of Yutani!
It was a testament to the Japanese wrestler's veterancy in how quickly her body responded after the powerbomb. Escaping any follow up by Jeanne's, or even a pin attempt by rolling towards the ropes and slipped beneath them. Jeanne was impressed, it was clear that her foe was a capable one, that she had learned from their first exchange...She knew well enough that she would have to stay on her toes, to treat the Shoguness as if she was truly equal or even superior to her would be the only way that she could defeat this villainess.
Jeanne would walk towards the ropes and slip out of the ring, dropping onto the floor next to Yutani whom she found on her hands and knees. Jeanne would seek to grab Yutani by her head and guide the Japanese woman to her feet to face off against her once more. "If you wish to clash steel with me, you'll need more than a shogun's arrogance." Jeanne fired back at Yutani's earlier words, as she would rear her free hand back as far as she could and then whip it forward! Her hand slicing through the air like a sword as she intended to send a sharp knife-edge chop right across Yutani's impressive bosom! She intended for the whipping-crack of her hand against the older woman's chest to echo through the very arena!
The roar of the crowd still echoed in Yutani’s ears as she lay sprawled on the cold floor outside the ring, her body a crumpled mess of shock and bruised pride. Her fingers clawed at the unforgiving surface beneath her, the bite of the concrete cutting into her skin as she slowly rolled into a kneeling position. The faint tremor in her limbs was an unfortunate reminder of the toll the battle had taken, but it was nothing she couldn’t overcome. And then, that unmistakable presence filled her senses once more. The Crusader. Jeanne. Moving with purpose, cutting through the space between them like a sharp blade, intent on plunging deeper into the Shoguness' very soul.
And there it was. Jeanne’s iron grip latched onto her head, fingers digging into her silver locks, dragging her upright with a slowness that bordered on humiliating. Yutani gritted her teeth, a grunt slipping past her lips, but she refused to show weakness. Not to this woman. Not to anyone. Her pride refused to let her bow, even in the face of Jeanne’s dominance. Before she could recover, before she could muster any semblance of retaliation, Jeanne was already in motion again. Yutani’s breath caught in her throat as the Crusader’s free hand shot back, her body poised to deliver another devastating strike.
The knife-edge chop. The crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the air with a brutal sharpness, as if a blade had sliced across Yutani’s chest. SLAP! The impact jolted through her body like a violent shockwave, the searing sting burning through her flesh as if branded by fire. For a heartbeat, her mind blanked, consumed by the overwhelming agony of the strike, her chest blooming with white-hot pain that spread outward, radiating like a wildfire. A cry of anguish tore from her lips, more primal than controlled.
Stumbling backward, Yutani collided with the ringside barriers, her body reeling from the force. The crowd's clamor was deafening, but in that moment, the only sound that pierced her consciousness was the frantic pounding of her own heartbeat. How humiliating. Her hand instinctively shot up to clutch at her breast, not just to soothe the pain, but to shield the vulnerability Jeanne had exposed—her pride, her very essence laid bare before the world. "How dare you…" The words were a venomous hiss, barely escaping her lips, but they carried the weight of a storm about to erupt.
There was no time to dwell on the pain, no time to retreat into herself. Jeanne was already on the move, relentless, pressing her advantage with the cold, determined precision of a true warrior. But that was the thing about Yutani, the more her pride was threatened, the more dangerous she became. She was far from finished. Before Jeanne could come closer, Yutani’s eyes locked onto her, her muscles coiling with primal intent. With a swift, calculated motion, the Shoguness surged forward, her powerful frame cutting through the air like a missile. Her right arm shot out, aiming to strike with the force of a sledgehammer as she went for a powerful lariat, hoping to catch Jeanne with a crushing blow to the neck and send her crashing to the ringside floor!
The crowd had quite a strong reaction to Jeanne's pulling of her sword, as she slashed her hand across that ample chest of the Shoguness! The impact cracked like a whip crack across the whole arena. It was enough to earn winces of sympathy from the crowd in the first few rows and loud cheers from the ones further back! The purple haired Crusader smiled, confident and happy to get her retort to the domineering attitude of Yutani. For if her foe would be such a dominant veteran, she would stand against her as the relentless rising star!
Jeanne watched as her foe stumbled backwards and even collided with the barriers which separated them from the crowd. The reactions of the crowd were of course surprised and in awe at this turn of events. For the moment it looked as Jeanne had gained a solid lead against Yutani, nailing the silver haired beauty with hard hitting moves one after another.
The venomous hiss of the Shoguness was almost drowned out by the reaction of the nearby crowd, but catching sight of her face...Jeanne could make out the intention. There was a storm coming! It approached even more rapidly than Jeanne expected, as she moved in towards Yutani, ready to continue her assault...the Japanese wrestler charged, the distance between them closed in a flash as that strong arm of Yutani crashed right into Jeanne's neck! The impact threw the Crusader clean off her feet as she was sent crashing down onto her back! "Gwuhah!" She cried out as she was forced to cough out!
The referee had to react now though, events had gone by rather quickly with the two women taking the fight outside. Finally she stepped up to the ropes and demanded they return into the ring ring. She raised her hand up into the air and shouted loudly for everyone to hear. "One!" The ten count for Ring Out had started.
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The feeling of flesh meeting flesh, of dominance reclaimed in a single, swift attack... it was euphoric.
Yutani’s arm cleaved through the air with imperial vengeance, her body whirling into the follow-through of the lariat like the head of a guillotine descending. Jeanne's breathless cry was raw, guttural, a choked hymn of agony that drew a devilish smirk from the Shoguness as she stood tall over the fallen Crusader, her chest still heaving with the sting of that earlier knife-edge chop. Pain coursed through her torso in white-hot pulses, but now it was braided with something richer. Triumph. Retribution. Rage.
The knight’s body lay splayed at her feet, armorless in this brutal moment, and Yutani exhaled slowly, her breath misting in the electric air. Around them, the crowd surged with emotion, but she heard only the count. The referee’s voice cracked across the battleground, but Yutani paid it little mind. Her gaze remained locked on Jeanne with cold, surgical focus, her lips curling into a sneer. One hand smoothed the wrinkles from her red and black leotard, her fingers grazing across her still-stinging chest before trailing down her taut belly, as if reclaiming each wounded inch of her body through sheer will. She stepped forward and stomped Jeanne across the belly with a heavy THUD, the thick sole of her boots digging deep. Then again, this time across her side, ribs thudding beneath the brutal weight.
“Two!”
Ahh, that cursed count. With a sigh, Yutani knelt beside her opponent with deliberate grace, one hand slipping beneath the Crusader’s jaw, lifting her chin like a predator inspecting the prize. Then, with the ceremony of a royal executioner, she hauled Jeanne upright. One arm wrapped under her legs, the other clamped across her upper chest, and with a sharp twist of her hips, Yutani hoisted the younger heavyweight high across her shoulders in a backbreaker rack, her spine stretched tight over the imposing frame of the Shoguness.
“Three!”
Yutani began to walk. Of course, a submission from this position outside of the ring would not be accepted, but hearing Jeanne's groans would be enough to quell the Shoguness' sickening sense of satisfaction for now. And so, step by step, she paraded her captive like spoils of conquest, her boots stomping along the narrow gap between the ring and the barricade. Her expression was one of supreme smugness as she turned her head, locking eyes with front-row fans, many of them reaching out in concern toward the splayed Crusader on her shoulders. “You see this?” Yutani sneered, arching her back just enough to force a pained groan from Jeanne. “This is your brave knight? Your virtuous protector? HAH!! I’ve carried more honorable things to the bathhouse!” Yutani scolded as she torqued Jeanne's spine violently against her shoulders once again, peering down at the horror-stricken faces of the Knight's closest admirers!
The Crusader had been brought low by the strong arm of the Shoguness, as Yutani's arm had crashed into Jeanne's neck with force enough to rip her feet off the ground and send her crashing down flat on her back. The Purple haired heavyweight was forced to cough out, her throat having taken quite the impactful force and for the moment her windpipe was agitated to a painful degree!
Her discomfort and pain would only be elevated as Yutani took this moment of control to get back at the Crusader! Jeanne's body jolted on the ground as the boot of the Japanese Heavyweight drove her boot down into the leotard covered belly of the British fighter! "Guuh!" She cried out as even more air was driven out of her lungs...she brought her arms up to cover her midsection but not before Yutani decided to drive her boot down for a kick at Jeanne's ribs!
Jeanne gasped out as she was forced to roll over onto her front, her arms wrapped around her midsection as she released a couple of pained coughs. She then felt that hand slip in under her jaw, clasping at her chin...she felt the fingers of the Silver haired beauty tighten around her jaw, as she was being guided up to her feet. Before she had much time to gather herself, the Shoguness decided to once more show her power and wrestling prowess as she deftly hauled Jeanne up across her shoulders.
"Aaah~!" The Crusader cried out, as the arms of Yutani held her in place but also draped and stretched her body across those strong shoulders of the Shoguness in that Torture Rack hold. She squirmed atop her foe, as she was paraded around before the crowd, shown off as she was carried around by her vile foe, mocked and reviled. Jeanne's hands reached for the arm around her neck and chest, trying to pry at Yutani arm, fighting to free herself as each step the Silver Haired warrior took sent another jolt of pain up her spine, truly a torturous move. Meanwhile the fans screamed and shouted, both in hope and dismay. Hope that their crusader would free themselves and fight back, others who were afraid that Jeanne may be outmatched. For Yutani Oshima had successfully turned the match completely in her favour with a couple of moves!
Yutani could feel the heat of Jeanne’s body trembling across her shoulders. Muscle straining, spine arching in protest, a symphony of stretches limbs and failing breath. Every pathetic squirm only deepened her satisfaction. Her grip remained ironclad, left hand cinched tight over Jeanne’s thigh, right hand pressing possessively against her breasts, the bones of the Crusader's ribcage shifting above her like an instrument on the verge of being broken. Each ragged gasp against her shoulder was music.
“Keep struggling,” she cooed darkly, her voice a husky whisper that curled around the pain. “Your agony sweetens the air.”
The Shoguness paused her march near the edge of the ring-side barricade, her silver gaze scanning the sea of flailing hands and distressed faces. Fans jeered. Others reached out, powerless to save their fallen champion. And still others—traitorous few—watched in rapt, guilty awe.
“You hear them, knight?” Yutani asked, twisting her torso to grind Jeanne’s spine with a sudden jerk of motion, bouncing her twice against the rigid shelf of her shoulders as she effortlessly staved off Jeanne's feeble attempts to free herself. “They adore your suffering. All your chivalry...all your gallantry…” Her lips curled into a smirk that was far too pleased, far too intimate for the moment. “...and still they are mine.” With a sudden, terrible laugh, she shifted her footing and began to turn.
“Back to the peasants with you!” she roared, spinning on her heel with swift efficiency, before launching Jeanne like discarded treasure, hurling the Crusader up and over the barricade.
Chairs clattered. Fans screamed. A spray of limbs and camera flashes erupted in the chaos as Jeanne’s body vanished into the mess of steel and stunned spectators. Gasps rippled through the arena in a rolling wave, awe and horror crashing together as voices cried out in disbelief, or delight. Yutani stood looming over the barrier, chest heaving from the exertion of the throw as she gazed up the carnage she had caused.
“Filth...”
With a final sneer, the Shoguness turned her back on her fallen rival. The crowd howled behind her, but she ascended the steel steps at her own regal pace, every movement laced with haughty elegance, like a queen returning to her throne.
“Six!”
She entered the ring with fluid poise, rolling her neck until it cracked, then flexing her fingers one by one before spreading her arms wide in the center of the ring. A silhouette of dark triumph against the lights, she beckoned.
“Come, Jeanne!” she bellowed, her voice booming above the din. “Crawl back to me. Prove to them you still breathe… if you can!”
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Jeanne's body continued to be bent and stretch out across Yutani's shoulders, the hands of the Shoguness latched firmly around Jeanne's thigh, fingers squeezing against the flesh of her bare thighs, as the other hand of the Silver haired villainess had a possessive hold over the large chest of the buxom British wrestler! She released a moan of pain as Yutani cooed and reaffirmed her believed superiority with not just actions but words as well!
Paraded around in front of the crowd, those who cheered and called for their champion to fight back and those who watched the spectacle of the Crusader being tortured in disbelief and awe! There were plenty who also simply enjoyed the powerful purple haired heavyweight being shown off and put through such a power submission hold!
The Crusader's body spasmed a bit on Yutani's shoulders as she twisted and jerked. The bounce earned further gasps of pain from Jeanne! Her hands reached for Yutani's arm, trying to pry it off her chest! Though as she made her attempts to free herself, another spin from Yutani was then used to launch the purple heavyweight straight over the barricade and right into the crowd! Jeanne's body crashed straight into a couple of audience members, as a good few of them fell flat onto their back with the Crusader on top of them, there was a loud clatter of steel chairs falling over and cries of pain from the crowd members who had been flattened underneath the frame of the Brit.
Jeanne released a pained groan, slowly rolling off the crowd members, her back was aching something fierce, her ribs felt like they were on fire...sweat had begun to form quite clearly on her brow, as she forced herself up to her knees, panting heavily. "S-sorry..." she apologetically lowered her head to the audience members. She felt guilty for their current situation, after all if Yutani hadn't gotten the better of her like that, then she wouldn't have been able to launch her at the crowd in the way she did. Though the Crusader silently vowed to herself that she would pay the Shoguness back for the pain and frustration she was feeling....
"Seven!"
The words of Yutani caught her attention more than the count, her head snapped towards the ring as she glared with fire in her eyes. She clicked her tongue as she forced herself up to her feet, wincing a bit from the pain...as she stomped her way to the barricade, vaulting over it.
"Eight!"
She huffed almost angrily as she would march to the side of the ring and climb up, slipping into the ring just as the referee raised her ninth finger and was about to call out the nine count!
"Ni-! Safe!"
Pushing up to her feet, Jeanne would narrow her eyes at Yutani Oshima. " I'm here. Yutani Oshima!" The knight spoke as she would approach the samurai, her gaze fixed on her opponent, arms raised....ready to grapple and tussle with the silver haired veteran once more!
The count had nearly sealed her moment of triumph.
Yutani stood at the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a goddess demanding worship, her back arched in regal defiance as the crowd surged around her, half in outrage, half in something far darker. The edge of a smile tugged at her lips, a cruel curl of satisfaction as the referee’s voice rose to eight. Surely, the knight would remain broken in the rubble, among the peasants where she belonged.
But alas... she returned.
The roar that followed nearly drowned the referee’s voice. A blur of defiant purple stormed back over the barricade, righteous fury stitched across every movement. Jeanne’s body, battered, slick with sweat, bruises blooming across her noble frame, reappeared at ringside, dragging the weight of defiance behind her with furious indignation.
Yutani’s smile faded.
She turned slowly, eyes narrowing like drawn blades as Jeanne slid beneath the ropes and rose with a soldier’s resolve. The Shoguness’s nostrils flared, her lips parting not with awe, but with a breath of pure, poisonous irritation.
“So the mutt lives…” she sneered, voice low and venomous as the last syllable dripped from her tongue like honeyed rot. Her eyes raked over Jeanne’s heaving body with a gaze both clinical and possessive. “Tch. You’re more stubborn than your spine suggested. I should have snapped you in half when I had the chance.”
Sudden and severe, Yutani surged forward with ruthless grace, feet slicing across the mat with predatory efficiency. There was no fanfare, no pretense, no signal, only violence delivered with cruel intent. As soon as she was within range, her imperial frame left the mat entirely, The Shoguness became a silver projectile, shoulder drawn low, her body a cruel spear aimed at the Crusader’s core. Every ounce of her fury, her scorn, her wounded pride was funneled into that one devastating motion of a monumental spear meant to floor the Knight once and for all!
