Erika 'LeDestroyer' LaVoy vs. Aizen Yuzuriha - One More Chance

[BlackAkuma]

The match may have just started, but Aizen already sensed its dominant strategy: he would have to avoid taking this woman head-on, if at all possible. While there were certainly going to be times when that wasn’t an option, it would be his go-to. It would be about control, and right now, his best option was seize that control from behind. In theory.

So far, he was enjoying some success.

Aizen was not about to suplex Erika. At least, not now, when he had better options that didn’t involve throwing his back out. Options he would need to act on quickly, as Erika was well into the process of prying higrip away.

Instead of waiting for that to happen, Aizen did it for her, abruptly dropping the waistlock and bringing his hands up to grasp her shoulders. He leaped up, brought his shins to her back, proceeded to fall backwards, attempting to stab his knees into her back with a, well, Backstabber.

[Underdoggo]

Aizen seemed to be learning quickly, avoiding head on confrontations with Erika wherever possible. This was a smart move, Erika had to admit: she was not one to brag, but it was pretty apparent that she outclassed him in strength. And, well, height. And weight. The bottom line was, for a male wrestler who was probably used to taking on female opponents who were lighter than him, Aizen was adapting quite well, and not showing much of the same frustration that any other male wrestler might have--

Her train of though was interrupted as Aizen abruptly dropped the waistlock. "Wha-?" was all she managed to say before her shoulders were grabbed, and then both of Aizen's knees spiked up into her back. Sharp pain exploded in her spine, and she went tumbling forward...

...and that was it. She did not drop, she did not sprawl into the ropes; she stayed on her feet, clutching her back, and turned to face Aizen, a noticeable wince of pain on her otherwise smiling features.

"Okay, THAT was pretty good," she said, complimenting her foe. "My turn now!" And without a further word, she would lunge at Aizen, aiming to catch him with a brutal lariat that would knock him flat on his back if he wasn't quick enough!

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen was not quick enough. In normal circumstances, he would’ve been. While he wasn’t the fastest wrestler on the roster, he was still quicker than most, and definitely faster than Erika - though, he would admit, she was quicker than her size would’ve led him to believe. But, at any rate, that wasn’t the problem.

No, the trouble lay in the surprise. While he didn’t think the move would’ve been devastating to her, he didn’t dream that she would merely take it without much complaint. He expected it to stun, if only for the time it took him to get back up to his feet after executing it.

No such luck. Instead, he got a forearm to the face.

The blow not only knocked him flat, it inverted him. He hit the mat, his feet flew up, and he was lift folded over like a taco for a painful moment, before his body naturally straightened out and left him laying and spread. He was still awake, very much so, but you would be hard pressed to know that from the glassy-eyed, distant look on his face.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd collectively winced as Erika's arm practically sent Aizen into a spinning motion, causing him to flip head over heels in the air before landing on his back with a solid crunch. Aizen was clearly giving it his all at the start of the match, and he was even getting some good hits in. And then a single direct hit from Erika seemed to be enough to leave him utterly dazed.

Seeing Aizen sprawled out on the mat, Erika made her way over and dropped down next to him, calmly hooking one of his legs for the pin. "Come on, Aizen," she chided her opponent without malice, "that was just one hit! Are you going to just drop from that?"

The ref was next to them, starting the countdown. "ONE..."

[BlackAkuma]

‘That was just one hit.’ Said the flyswatter to the fly.

It might’ve been only one hit, but that didn’t matter much when his opponent hit that hard. Aizen wasn’t expecting a love tap, no, but the sheer force that Erika brought with that blow was something to behold, and he had no shame in admitting it threw him for a loop.

”2…!”

He would, however, have a great deal of shame if that was enough to put him away. He threw his hands up the moment the referee’s hand came down for a second count, breaking the count with enough force to push Erika away and roll over to his hands and knees.

He wasn’t able to do much more than that at the moment, though. Seriously, did this woman not know her own strength?

[Underdoggo]

To Erika's pleasant surprise, Aizen managed to kick out at the 2 count. Good, she thought to herself, it wouldn't have been a very fun match if Aizen had been pinned early. As it was, the audience was surely going to enjoy this match more now that Aizen was still in it.

"There ya go!" she exclaimed, encouraging her opponent. "Come on, lets see what else your made of!" Before Aizen could react, or protest, Erika grabbed him by the arm and lifted him to his feet. Once done, she would drag him over to the ropes and press him back against them, before whipping him across the ring: as he came bouncing back, she planned on flipping him over her shoulder with a simple but effective arm drag!

[BlackAkuma]

With most opponents, Aizen would’ve written off her constant cheering as some kind of taunt. To be fair, he wasn’t 100% that wasn’t how she meant it - he had many strengths, but picking up social cues had never been one of them.

He got the sense that this wasn’t the case, though. Erika just came off as precocious. Like a puppy. A giant, wrestling puppy with a penchant for suplexes.

She wasn’t all talk, either. As he got back to his feet, she was quick to move in, pulling him up and sending him running to the ropes. He bounced off, came back to her, only for her to grab him on the rebound and send him flying with an arm drag.

Hardly the most damaging move in the world, but it was another sign he was losing momentum, something he needed to change. Instead of staying on the canvas, he rolled with the move, popped to his feet, and kept going, taking him back to the ropes once more.

He bounced off, charged back toward her, picked up steam as he moved, and used that to leap up, shoot his legs out and fire off a dropkick to the chest - or, as he often called it, his Shotgun.

[Underdoggo]

With practiced ease, Erika lifted Aizen to his feet-- a practiced ease made easier by the fact that she easily outclassed him in raw strength. Without waiting for him to recover, Erika turned and whipped Aizen towards the ropes, and spin around to meet him, grabbing his arm and flipping him in an arm drag...

...and watched, a little too slow to react, as Aizen landed on his feet and carried on his momentum.

"Eh?" Erika blinked once, a little surprised by Aizen's recover...before he came at her with a brutal double drop kick that sent her staggering backwards. The crowd roared with excitement as the Canadian giantess was sent staggering all the way back into the ropes: this time, the amazon looked genuinely winded by the blow.

"Owwww...." she groaned, cradling her chest. "Fuck...you kicked me in the tits..."

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, Aizen did kick Erika in the tits. In his defense, they were hard to avoid. He doubted that would be the last time.

Even more in her defense, the blow didn’t knock her down, anyway. To his shock, she stayed up on two feet - hurt, leaning against the ropes, but remarkably stable, a testament to her staying power. What, exactly, did he need to do in order to put this woman down?

Don’t let it bother you, don’t overanalyze, just move. Aizen pushed up to his feet while Erika reeled and made a beeline for her, his feet gliding along the mat as he closed the distance. At first, it looked like he was going straight for her, but that wasn’t the goal.

Instead, he dove to her side, as if he was about to swan dive through the middle and top rope. Instead, he grabbed them tight as he flew, spun about, brought his feet around in an arc, and sliced into her back with a tiger feint kick, hoping the unorthodox angle would take her off guard.

[Underdoggo]

Erika forced herself to ignore the stinging pain in her tits for just a moment: Aizen was moving again.

He was running forwards, charging right at her while she lay sprawled in the ropes. She straightened up, wondering what he was up to. A line from anime floated to the fore of her memory: "Oh, you are approaching me?" But granted, that guy had been an overconfident dick: Erika was, more than anything else, curious as to what Aizen was up to. Surely, he wasn't aiming to collide head on with her, was he?

She braced herself, ready to block the impact...only for him to veer to the side, slipping through the ropes. No, she corrected herself, no he wasn't.

And then Aizen disappeared for a few seconds...and then his knees crashed hard into her back.

"OOOF!" she grunted, the blow sending her staggering forward. This time, she lost her balance, and tumbled forward onto her hands and knees...momentarily vulnerable to whatever Aizen had in store next...