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

[BlackAkuma]

To say that Aizen was disheartened when Erika kicked out would be an understatement.

He could only describe it as a sense of deep, seething dread. Unlike the last time, he’d thought that was enough to do the job, to really put her down. He’d felt that impact, then felt her body as he laid over. The life was out of her. She was done. She had to be.

And yet…and yet...

No, no, no. The last thing he needed in this situation was to panic, which he was getting dangerously close to. He had a problem to solve. He needed to focus on solving it.

Aizen didn’t reply to Erika when she muttered. Instead, he went back to work, grabbing her arm and pulling it between his legs. He fell back, gripped her at the wrist, used the fulcrum against his pelvis to apply pressure - an armbar, in other words.

Pins weren’t the only way to win this match.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was in as much disbelief as Aizen was at that moment . They had all practically heard the solid impact of Aizen's boot on Erika's skull. An impact like that would have knocked anyone out, regardless of size. So how was this freakish woman getting back up again?

Erika, for whatever it was worth, seemed quite woozy from that impact, and thus did little to stop Aizen as he grabbed her arm. A moment later, Aizen fell back, Erika's arm gripped between his legs, and soon Erika was hollering, kicking at the mat and grabbing at her shoulder with her free hand as her arm was trapped in a killer armbar!

That was, until she suddenly stopped screaming. Clenching her teeth, she rolled over onto her knees; her movements were slow, sluggish, and marked by agony, but she nonetheless grabbed onto Aizen's shoulder with her free hand. Groaning and growling in pain, she nonetheless tried to push herself up to a standing position, pulling Aizen off the mat with her, him still attached to her arm.

And if she managed that, she would then unceremoniously drop down again, aiming to slam Aizen hard against the mat to make him let her go.

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen’s decision to go for the submission move was, at least partly, based on desperation. He was frankly starting to run out of options. He had a good toolkit of moves, designed to answer just about every situation, but it felt like it didn’t matter. Whatever he threw at this woman, she just kept coming.

That didn’t mean it was a bad idea, though. After all, as strong as she was, even she would be hard-pressed to win a match with only one arm. His chances would improve dramatically.

There was only one, small hitch in his plan: Erika was a freak of nature.

He kept his grip hard, even as she rolled over and stacked him, even as she lifted him up, dedicating himself to getting the most of out the move. But when she slammed him into the canvas, the fight left his body all at once. Though he still held onto Erika, it was more reflexive than anything, clinging to her because his body didn’t know what else to do. The bite from his move was gone, and he was in a dizzied daze, looking at her through a world of blurred colors.

[Underdoggo]

Erika, for her part, was lying on her back, breathing hard after delivering that brutal slam to Aizen. Simply lifting her opponent like that with one arm had tired her out more than she had expected it would, but couldn't argue with the results; Aizen was now limp on his back, breathing hard as well, but he did not feel responsive at all. While he still had his arms and legs around her arm, it was weak, a barely-conscious grip more than an actual submission hold.

Taking a deep breath, Erika would gingerly roll to her feel, and grab a hold of Aizen's arm to pull him up with her; wrapping one arm around his thigh and another around his head, she would lift him up and tilt him upside down for her signature Erikaplex; if she managed that then she would waste no time in flopping her body down across his, hooking his leg for a pinfall!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

It was getting harder and harder for Aizen to stay conscious and aware of his situation. After the battering he’d taken, his body seemed intent on shutting down and calling it a day - anything would be better than the damage he was incurring. Erika was a juggernaut - she just kept coming and coming and coming.

He was just starting to get his wits about him when she lifted him up, spun his body about, and drilled his upper back into the canvas, driving him like a stubborn into the canvas. The blow traveled through him like an electric shock, and he felt it all the way to his toes.

He didn’t stir for a moment, even as the referee’s hand came down for the first count.

”1…!”

He was still for the second, as well.

”2…!”

Just as the referee’s hand came down for the third, Aizen thrust up, almost purely on reflex, and broke free. The count was so close that some in the crowd disputed it, and a fleeting ‘That was three!’ chant broke out.

[Underdoggo]

Just before the three countries. For a few seconds, Erika could only sit and stare in disbelieving winder at Aizen, silently amazed at how he had managed to kick out from that. For all of his smaller, more wiry frame, Aizen was proving to be shockingly resilient. And shockingly hard-hitting, as the lingering dizziness over her skull could attest to.

"Fuckin' impressive stuff, Aizen," she muttered, unsure if her opponent could even hear her as she stood up, pulling him up with her. At the rate they were going, Erika was hesitant to attempt her LaDestroyer on Aizen-- given how stubborn Aizen was, she was seriously afraid of inflicting too much damage on him. The last thing she wanted was to give the poor guy a concussion.

So instead, she wrapped her arms around him, and gave him Erika's Big Friendly Hug.

"Come on, Aizen!" she growled, her biceps tightening and flexing as she squeezed him in a relentless bear hug. "You're done! You fought like hell but it's time to call it a day! Tell me you give, buddy! Just say you give and I'll let you go!"

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen didn’t hear a single word Erika said.

He could make out the tone of her voice - happy, it sounded like. But not the exact words. They came out muffled, as if he was underwater, and they kept getting interrupted. He was fairly certain he was flitting between consciousness, threatening to go out at any moment. Every time he faded, he was sure it would be the last time.

In a way, the bear hug helped. It immediately woke him up with a stabbing pain, as it felt like Erika was threatening to saw him clean in half. He let out a breathless cry as he struggled in her grip, his body spasming and squirming, swept in unspeakable agony. For a moment, it looked as if he might tap. His hand reached high in the air…

…and came around Erika’s head as he lurched forward, attempting to encircle her neck. At the same time, he tried to wrap his legs around torso and squeeze tight, going for a brutal guillotine choke on the giantess.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was going wild now as Erika locked in a tight bear hug. Her generous bosom compressed around Aizen's chest in the process as her arms locked tightly around her waist, her powerful, sweaty muscles bulging as she squeezed her male opponent in a bone-compressing vice grip. Many in the crowd at that point were shrieking for Aizen to escape; a few others were rooting for Erika, seeing this as the moment of her sealing her victory. Aizen was squirming futilely in her grip, his movements faint and slowing, his face a rictus of agony. It looked for all the world like he was gong to tap.

Instead, to everyone's surprise, he leaned forward and returned Erika's hug with one of her own.

"Urrrk--!" Erika gagged as Aizen's arms encircled her neck, cutting off her carotid artery. At the same time, Aizen's legs clamped around her powerfully muscled torso, and squeezed against her firm abs. For a moment, Erika stumbled a little, a look of surprise on her face as she found herself unable to breathe even as she squeezed her foe into submission.

Her initial instinct was to squeeze harder. With a ragged gasp, she cinched her hold even tighter, arms crushing around Aizen, compressing the air out of his lungs, undoubtedly sending a jolt of pain right up his spine.

But Aizen held on, damn him. With her cheek against his, Erika found herself huffing against his arm as she found herself truly struggling to breathe. Even as she squeezed into him, her legs buckled, and soon she dropped down to one knee, swaying uncertainly.

And then, finally, she toppled onto her back like a felled tree, still squeezing into Aizen. At this point, with both wrestlers grounded, it seemed like a battle of what would give out first: Erika's air supply, or Aizen's spine.

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen had tried pinning Erika. She kicked out.

Aizen had tried to make her submit. She’d bounced his body like a basketball.

There was only one option left, he saw, and it was the roughest one. Erika was tough, strong, unbreakable, implacable - but she was still, ostensibly, a human being, and that came with certain weaknesses. Like, for instance, the requirement for air. Erika’s mind would never surrender, but the body was a different sort of thing.

He locked in the guillotine choke, clamped tight, and put all his energy - what little of it had left - into executing the hold, gritting his teeth through the effort, even as she threatened to crush his spine to pulp. He did his best to ignore the pain, putting all of his focus onto the effort. The less air she had, the weaker she would get, the less the hold would hurt. In theory.

All he needed to do was hold on a little longer. Just a little longer…

[Underdoggo]

At this point, the match had reached a fever pitch: a few seconds ago, Erika had looked to be squeezing the utter life out of Aizen. Then the male wrestler had narrowly managed to get back in this fight with with a guillotine choke. Before long it devolved into an intense squeezing contest, the two of them squeezing, grinding and crushing into one another with all the force they could muster. And to everyone's surprise, Erika seemed to be losing.

The Canadian giantess was on her back right now, her waist straddled by Aizen. Sweat-slicked arms crisscrossed, muscles bulging, as the two squeezed into one another, Erika's eyes obscured by her overflow of blonde hair and her mouth open in a silent gasp. The fact that this combined grip seemed more than a little intimate wasn't lost on the crowd, many of whom sat back and enjoyed the spectacle. It was absolutely lost on Erika, though, especially since right now she was desperately trying to breath.

Black spots formed across her vision as her lack of oxygen began to tell. "Hnnnnghhaghh..." she rasped, her grip starting to slacken. Slowly but surely her bone-crushing grip around Aizen relaxed; then, with inevitable slowness, her arms came loose, flopping lifelessly to her sides.

The ref immediately ran over and raised one of Erika's arms. It fell uselessly to the mat.

The ref raised the arm a second time. For a second time, it fell.

The audience watched with bated breath as the ref raised Erika's arm for a third time...

...and for a third and final time, Erika's arm fell to the mat.

The bell rang, and the crowd burst into cheers. Somehow, despite being utterly outmatched, Aizen Yuzuriha had just pulled out an impressive underdog victory!