Yuki Kazikura vs. Angelina Tarrant

[CaptainL]

Even when Angelina had been forced to let go of her hair, it brought no great relief to Yuki. She was still pinned in place, trapped by the redhead's bodyscissor, and even as she tried to twist and turn from side to side, it was no use - Angelina held fast, and all she was doing was tiring herself out. Yuki panted for breath, narrowing her eyes from the growing pain as the pressure on her sides kept tightening and tightening, squeezing the air out of her lungs. Her teeth clenched, and her face began to grow red from the strain. But she couldn't stop now, she told herself. She wouldn't let herself be counted out like this - she had to fight back!

Biting her lip, she began to throw punch after punch against Angelina's sides, peppering all up and down her body with bruises. She knew that her endurance couldn't last forever, and she needed to bring her to the breaking point before she herself ran out of air. Sure enough, the pain broke past Angelina's threshold, and she was forced to let go. But Yuki barely had a chance to so much as breathe before Angelina struck again, ensnaring her neck before rolling her onto her back. She coughed and gagged, her face contorting in pain as she found herself staring up at the lights, with Angelina becoming a looming shadow above her. And there, the red-haired girl swung a sharp punch straight to her face!

Yuki let out an even louder scream. Born by the momentum, her head cracked to the side, flopping against the mat. Half of her face had grown numb from the strike, and she still shuddered at the thought of what she'd endured. If there were any patterns she'd picked up on, it was that this match had turned into a duel of counters, with both participants constantly trading the upper hand to one another as they fought at every turn to mantain control. This had been no exception, with Angelina using their positions to her advantage. But Yuki wouldn't let her keep things that way for long. She needed to step up her game, continuing the chain with a counter of her own. She couldn't let Angelina win this - either their little contest, or the match as a whole! And, now that she was on her back, she would try to swing her legs up in turn, going to throw them around Angelina's sides! If she could get a good hold, she would throw herself to the side, looking to use the momentum to throw Angelina off of her and send her rolling into the ropes!

[Monsy]

Progress was such a delectable fruit. Its juice bled from their struggle, and Angelina only had to watch as their face caught a blemishing case of tomato-itis. If things were truly this easy, then she’d find it all hollow. So much to her joy - they fought back, and cratered her ribs with a shelling that cracked her legs open. But in this conflict of movement, the Marauder pursued, and flipped them one way, to mount and take the fight back into her hands, or hand, and thrust it against the gates that fractured into a scream.

“Phew..” She whistled, her shoulder dipped close from the strike, then straightened to kiss her swelling knuckles. The referee’s nagging voice warned Angelina of the hair grip again, which relinquished, just to pin that hand above her head, and she prepped to swing another punch. After all, why not? It’s such a simple and enjoyable question, would her hand or their consciousness break first? And while she never considered herself a sadist, there was something about knocking a girl silly that made a trophy worth the pain. The prize to sate this pirate’s heart.

But they’d rebut. With legs around her gut, her eyes dipped and a second later, they’d tumble and Angelina was whipped like a flat stone skipping over a lake, crashing over until she caught herself on the ropes, grabbing the middle to lift her upper-half and slid her knees underneath. She threw her arms back to further scale by gripping the top, pulling herself up, looking left to right, then over-shoulder. An idea blossomed that carried her to turn around, hop up to the middle rope and spring off into a full rotation that saw her leg roundhouse when she came around, aimed to take a bite out of Yuki’s head!

[CaptainL]

Yuki might have been growing numb from all the punches she had taken, but she wasn't about to let it slow her down for long. She hurt, but then again, she was keenly aware that she had been through far worse in her career, and she had still managed to fight through the pain she faced to tell the tale. She knew she needed to use the momentum to her advantage - and, throwing herself to the side, she was able to turn her clinch into a throw, swinging Angelina off of her and into the ropes thanks to her grip on her waist!

The redhead went tumbling across the ring, only stopping by the ropes in order to pull herself back up. Yuki would soon follow suit, grabbing the ropes at her side to lift herself to her hands and knees, then to her feet, as she shakily rose. She winced a little as she rubbed at her jaw, but she wasn't going to let that keep her down. She had Angelina in her sights, and as she saw her rising up to the middle rope, Yuki was already dead-set on taking her down!

Her brows narrowing into a glare, Yuki came running across the ring, raising her arm as she came closer in the hopes of hitting Angelina with a clothesline. However, just before she made contact, her opponent sprung off the ropes, catapulting herself through the air and swinging out her leg as she came close to nail Yuki in the back of the head! The girl let out a scream as the impact caused her to drop to her knees, going skidding a few inches across the canvas before she flopped onto her face. For a few seconds, she lay there groaning - but still, she would soon attempt to drag herself across the mat, getting her hands underneath her and clawing her way toward the ropes. She couldn't afford to let this be the end!

[Monsy]

Anyone that took a punch like that and threw her off earned Angelina’s respect. Well, more like her zeal. All bets were off now that it wasn’t going to end quickly, with Angelina regrouping at the ropes, and showing her gratitude for such a location that she used them, spun and landed a clean kick with a wind tailing her momentum! And while Angelina landed flush on two feet, she got to witness them crash, burn and then crawl. She bounced on her feet, and took a second to watch and accrue some tasty options. A plethora started scripting before her eyes like she could make matter from thought. But one detail sat above so many others...

Their backside was just so open, Angelina's eyes rolled and she followed them, and soon swallowed their body inside her shadow. One hand splayed, finger-by-finger curling into a fist that raised over-head. She dropped to a knee and swung in tandem, aimed to bludgeon the back of their skull with a rabbit punch! A few boos slipped from the crowd. The immediate impact sored her knuckles until they were locked in place, with a purplish core on each hill of inflamed hand. “Givin’ ya back to me is a big no-no, girl.” Angelina gripped their head right after, with fistfuls delving deep to grip as much hair as it can, then curled back into her wrist as she stepped back, bit-by-bit, trying to force them to stand. “Ya crawl like a frog with broken legs, ya know that? Get up.”

If she can force them to their feet, Angelina would take to their side, wink, then start a short sprint aimed for the corner, where she’d whip their face into the top turnbuckle pad!

[CaptainL]

The pace of the match was moving along like a train with no brakes. At every turn, the two competitors were trying to outwit and outwrestle each other; whenever one of them so much as made a move the other was ready to turn it back on them. Even now, as the kick to the back of the head had left Yuki laid out flat against the mat and groaning breathlessly for air, she was still fighting for her life, trying to drag herself toward the ropes. But Angelina was just as quick in catching up to her - and as would soon become apparent, Yuki's torments were far from over.

Suddenly, Angelina landed just beside her - and aimed a punch square at the back of Yuki's head! For a moment, her vision blurred, and she let out a yelp as her face was thrown against the canvas, causing her to land like a ton of bricks. When the redhead had just targeted the back of her head a moment before, it was already striking a sore spot. But for Yuki, this was even worse - she had just returned from being out with a concussion in her match with Skylar Jones, and Angelina seemed intent on giving her another one! When the crowd booed her, it was because they were concerned for her opponent's very safety!

But Angelina was undeterred. She once again grabbed Yuki by the hair, her grasp tight enough to force her head up as she let out a scream and her head was bent backward. Her face still contorted in pain, Yuki tried to reach behind her to grab at Angelina's wrists and pry them away from her as she was hauled to her feet. The crowd booed again at the sound of her taunts - after all, Yuki had broken her leg in the same match against Skylar, making Angelina's comments seem especially disrespectful. Either way, it wouldn't stop her from charging across the ring, slamming Yuki's face right into the turnbuckles!

A groan left Yuki's lungs, and she began to slump against the corner post, her head spinning in a daze as her arms dangled over the side of the ropes. Ordinarily, she might have fought back. But with how hard Angelina was coming at her, keeping her locked in a daze, she could hardly focus for long enough to ready her next move!

[Monsy]

The two developed a loving relationship with punishing the other. Exchanging fists and kicks, flipping around on the canvas in one fluent motion. You can put it on a clef and it would only fill one bar, and they’ve yet to even slow down their tempo. Rather - just the opposite. Boos were just another part of the game she played. They cared not for her ailing fist but the woman’s skull. She wasn’t invested in either, just hearing them ping off the mat and yelp was all the sign of progress that made things like that worth it. A fight was a fight, no matter the stops and codes that plotted the path. To dance around them was foolish. This was one will versus another, and it would be as raw as a first snowfall.

So she’d yank them up like she wanted to rip chunks of hair from her scalp, and whip them face-first amidst the encore of boos that rained in. Once Yuki was temporarily subdued in the corner, Angelina gave the crowd an unimpressed glance, then blew raspberries at them as she reached and sought to splay her hand over Yuki’s face! She’d grip with the fingertips, forming a short claw as Angelina torqued them back, and tried to pin them back-first into the corner, outstretching her arm further as to smother their facial features and open up the prime lane of attack.

It started with her opposite fist, gearing up and tightening again. Her elbow dropped to her side, cocked back with the fist aimed to deliver. Then it shot, with her hips and shoulder turning into the strike, aimed to deliver its nasty payload right into Yuki’s solar plexus - A patent punch she dubbed “SHOTGUN!”

[CaptainL]

The force with which Angelina yanked Yuki up from the ground was enough to tear a few strands of hair out of her scalp, leaving her with a burning sensation. But that was far from the worst of what was about to befall the raven-haired girl. Angelina hurled her into the corner, leaving her to sink against it with a groan - and while Yuki was stunned, she was unable to fight back as her opponent turned her around, shoving her back against the turnbuckles and clamping down hard onto her face!

Yuki let out another scream as she felt Angelina's nails dig into her cheeks, but her voice was muffled into her palm. As her spine was twisted further and further back, all but bending her in half over the ropes against the mounting pressure, she reached up to grab for the wrist of the hand grabbing her and tried to pry it off with both hands. But that was a mistake. In doing so, Yuki had left her torso unguarded - which Angelina would proceed to target, as she rammed a punch straight into her midsection!

Her hands dropped down to clutch at her gut, attempting to dull the pain in any way she could as she cried out once again. Her knees knocked beneath her, and she began to teeter over forward, slumping inward toward Angelina. Yuki felt as though her balance could give out at any minute, but she reached out to grab onto Angelina to keep herself up, as she took ragged, raspy gasps for air. She knew it was a dangerous position, but she didn't have a choice! It was that or go down, and that was an even more dangerous proposition. For now, she could only look up at Angelina, glaring past her bangs to look her in the eye. Yuki wouldn't dare let this be the end, and she would hold on to the redhead as though for dear life!

[Monsy]

Now that Angelina carved her opening, they were going to pay each second for letting that happen. She vowed that in her mind. With each action aimed at the sole infliction of discomfort. There wasn’t going to be an ounce of respite - after all, if they couldn’t fight back, why not punish it every step of the way? It all came naturally for Angelina, with the hair grip that left little whisker-hairs curled around her fingers, fluttering down as she let go. Her fingers dipped into dough-silk skin and her bruised knuckles got a taste for Yuki’s soft belly.

Angelina stayed put and released her face. She waited to see them crumple. It was just inevitable after suffering through her shotgun punch. The way they cried made them look so out of their league to her, it felt like she was just being a bully. But that’s alright… And then they slumped, as expected, however, not downward as she wished, but forward. It ended up catching her off guard and she had to step back and reinforce her stance. One surprise followed the other when they grabbed. Then Angelina’s arms threw up to grip their shoulders in reflex. “Tch…” At first there was an eye-roll, with frustration sinking its vinegar aftertaste into her head. But then it carried some new thoughts. They had grit. To what use, though? She wondered.

It made her smirk, and she relaxed her body and didn’t so much but let them struggle to stand using her as a crutch. Her arms fell to drape at her sides. “Ya see yourself right now? Lightweight Classic made ya real fuckin’ soft, didn’t it, tiny tits? Ya failed there, first round - wow, and this is how you crawl back? Got so many eyes for RG but no stuff to handle a fuckin’ rookie. Where ya store all that ambition, by the way?” Angelina trailed off as she grabbed at their wrist, pried it off herself and hooked it over her own nape. Then she leaned in to whisper in their ear, “I want to take what’s left.” Her coo trailed off with her voice brushing against their cheek, with her tongue slipping out to give the pallid skin a possessive lick. Then she threw her arm over their nape, reached down to grab the hem of their skirt and lurched back, hurling them up and over, falling back to deliver the classic suplex!

[CaptainL]

The punch into her stomach had rattled Yuki, leaving her weak in the knees, and she struggled to keep herself upright. She reached forward to latch onto Angelina, relying on her to hold herself up even when her legs felt like jelly underneath her. With her chest rising and falling with each pant and groan she took, she squinted one eye shut while her other one stared back at her opponent with a cold determination. Yuki had fallen behind, and she knew that, as painful as it was for her to admit such a thing. She'd let the pressure she was fighting to keep on Angelina slip, and now she was at her mercy. But despite all she wanted to change that, as much as she wanted to prove to herself that she wouldn't be pushed around, as much as she wanted to take the respect by force if she had to, she just couldn't find that strength in her weary body. She hissed under her breath and her fingers coiled tighter around Angelina's shoulders. If there was anything Yuki could do about it, she at least knew she couldn't let her slip away now!

But it was what Angelina said next that truly stirred something in Yuki, making her straighten her back as she let out a gasp. Everything Angelina said had struck deeply into the darkest recesses of her soul - those fears and regrets that she hated to even admit about herself. Just like she had taunted her with using Rose Gold's theme music earlier, now she was bringing up her loss in the Lightweight Classic - a tournament she should have, by all means, gotten past the first round in, but at the last minute she had lost her composure and paid the ultimate price for it. She bristled, clenching her teeth in an attempt to steady herself, but from how tightly the two wrestlers were pressed together, Angelina could feel the nervous tremors going through Yuki's body. It was one of the biggest losses of her career - in getting eliminated from the tournament, Yuki had lost not only the match, but her chances of reclaiming her glory through going for a shot at the Lightweight Championship. She'd hesitated, and Xiomara had taken advantage of it - and she had cursed that hesitation every day afterward. And now, Angelina was bringing all of that back before her eyes, and magnifying it tenfold.

It was more than that, though. Angelina had gone after her body image issues. Her fears of not being enough. And, as she blushed at the thought of how she'd mentioned "eyes" for Rose Gold, she couldn't help but wonder if Angelina was aware of her crush on Kelsea Rose, one that seemed all the more shameful when that too had allowed Rose to get the better of her at We Are LAW. Every insecurity was being held up to her in a mirror. It was enough to make Yuki freeze - so much so that as Angelina pried her arm off of her to set her up for a suplex, Yuki barely registered what was about to happen to her.

But as she felt Angelina's fingers wander downward, pulling up the hem of her skirt, Yuki was shaken back into reality. She grit her teeth, looking back up with a glare. If Angelina really wanted to break her down and prove that she had lost her ambition and her will to fight, she would have to go the extra mile to prove her wrong! She felt her feet leave the mat as she began to teeter forward, going over Angelina's shoulders and falling toward the canvas. But at that point, Yuki let out a scream that voiced defiance as much as it did anger. She wouldn't let this be the end! Just as she was about to touch down, she flipped in place and kicked out with her legs to plant them against the mat in an attempt to break her fall. If that worked, she would turn around, bringing her arms lower to lace them around Angelina's waist, and lifting her to throw her back in turn with a German suplex! As she rose to her full height, she stomped a foot against the canvas, going to throw Angelina backward at the kick-off of the motion to make it land with extra force!

[Monsy]

There’s something candid and vivid about saying something to someone’s face, but to also state every little thought that was swimming inside your head, not knowing what it might evoke was just the thrill of talking that allowed this spool to never run out of twine. She’d pull that grenade, live its consequences or perhaps outrun them; with how feeble they looked now, the rickety woman seemed all too occupied with just staying defiant than to truly contest her. That inspired her. A confidence developed that saw her wanting to dig oh so deeper. There is hunger guised as malice to see how much she can push before this hopeful was a broken assembly of ambitionless tears. Now the Marauder had her goal set. She just needed to run through his full-course meal of a challenge bit by bit. And that started with a suplex!

Angelina had slack movements, often loose when it came to momentum. Good for speed but a hole-ridden practice for technical prowess. Her opponent’s experience had reared its head to this up-start, and that yell, first perceived as one of a frustrated defeat, now saw her without a victim to slam! The incident made her shoulders dip and threw her back into a small bridge. One foot screeched back to steady before she fell, but she’d end up stumbling as her feet anchored over her heels, “SHIT-”

Two arms came around her waist, and both her hands reached to grab the wrists. “Fuckfuckfuck-WUH??!” The torque back squeezed her wind from her stomach as she folded over their arms, then whipped back as Angelina arched over like a beautiful sunset, and snapped neck, shoulder-blade and head-first into the canvas! “KUGH!” Angelina felt deflated. Her brain was fizzled and her lungs raspy, with her shoulders pinching at several points as the force sent the lithe punk pirate rolling back, catching herself on her knees and standing on them. Her eyes seemed lost, groggy and blinking. Her arms already slacked forward and soon she flopped altogether, face-planting like a wet towel as her body, arms knit at her sides and perfectly face-down. That move had caught her off guard, and she paid double the price for overconfidence.