Heelish Opportunism! - Da Xia vs Ayame Aoi

[Ichi]

While Ayame could hear Da Xia approaching, Ayame was unable to do anything. As Da Xia clasped her and raised them above her head, the crowd gasped in anticipation. A moment later, Da Xia's fists came crashing down on Ayame's back!

"GAH!" cried Ayame in pain. The strike sent Ayame crashing to the mat, her limbs unable to support her under the force of the strike. Ayame would lie flat on the mat at Da Xia's feet, barely able to move a muscle!

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"Let me go!" yelled Claire. Claire was about to jump over the barrier and help Ayame when Yukina grabbed onto her, wrapping her arms around Claire's waist.

"Don't be foolish! You're only going to get yourself in more trouble!" hissed Yukina. Yukina did not want Claire to get herself into more trouble. Last time Claire tried to interfere in a match, she got escorted out by security---there was no telling what LAW would do if Claire made this sort of behavior a habit.

Claire contemplated breaking Yukina's grip and jumping over the barrier. Even though Yukina was by no means weak, it would not be much of a challenge for Claire to escape. However, Claire realized that Yukina had a point. Claire paused for a moment, contemplating her options.

"I know you just want to help. I understand the feeling. But you will just end up hurting everyone, including yourself," stated Yukina in a calm voice. "Ayame's a proud girl, Claire. She would rather go out on her own terms---remember, she chose this match."

After hearing Yukina's words, Claire sighed and relented. Yukina had a point: Ayame would not want anyone to interfere.

"All you can do is be there for Ayame after the match," said Yukina.

[TheManVan]

Driving Ayame back down to the mat with her double fist, she stood over her opponent as she continued to build on her momentum as she cut down on Ayame's momentum. Rising back to her full height, a smile curled on to Da Xia's lips as she raised her arms out, posing for the crowd as she walked around her fallen opponent, stalking her while thinking of the next thing she could do to the vulnerable Ayame.

Then she decided her next plan of attack, attempting to step over and place Ayame underneath her, dropping down onto the lower back to further aggravate her opponent's back before reaching forward, lacing her fingers around on the chin to try and pull it back for a camel clutch!

[Ichi]

A dull ache permeated throughout Ayame's body as she lie on the mat, her muscles having been rendered practically useless from her ill-advised weight cut. The pain she felt from Da Xia's vicious strike seemed to linger for longer than normal, as if Ayame's abused body was desperately imploring Ayame to stop.

But despite the all-encompassing feeling of weakness that seemed to penetrate every inch of her body, regardless of her body's cries of agony, Ayame's focus was not on her physical being. Instead, her heart burned with a mixture of humiliation and anger. So far, this match had been nothing more than an utter embarassment for Ayame: a display of her weakness and imperfection. All against an opponent who seemed intent on showing the crowd that she was not taking Ayame seriously.

And Ayame could do nothing to stop Da Xia from toying with her. Nor could Ayame stop Da Xia from stepping over her, in preparation for something...

"GAH!" screamed Ayame as Da Xia came crashing down onto her back, sending a sharp pain shooting through Ayame's spine. Then, without even giving Ayame's battered back any time to rest, Da Xia immediately began cranking on Ayame's spine with a camel clutch!

"Fuck... you..." Ayame spat, her words seething with rage. "If it wasn't for the weight cut... I would've beaten you senseless and stripped you naked by now." Suddenly, Ayame realized that her breasts were being accentuated by the hold, their contours clearly visible under her tight rash guard. Upon realizing this, Ayame's face flushed red with indignation. "Is this what you were after? Showing off my tits?" growled Ayame as she feebly, yet aggressively, tried to struggle out of the hold.

[TheManVan]

Da Xia's lips curled into a smile, trying her best not for it to twist into a nasty sneer as she was pulling back on Ayame's chin for the camel clutch. Ayame shouted tough things at her while she was caught in the hold, Da Xia couldn't help but snicker with her talking as if she was still in control of the match in her current situation.

"Oh? You think this is showing off your tits? Please, this isn't that kind of match!" Da Xia shouted out as she pulled back on Ayame's chin to give another surge of pain throughout her body. But her opponent words did trigger some thinking in her skull, the pigs that were in the crowd always cheered whenever they saw anything remotely sexy, she could keep them wrapped around her finger even in a straight up fight!

"Buuuuuuuuuuut, if you want to see showing off~" she trailed off, one of her hands lift the chin to reach forward as she tried to grab Ayame by the tit! She would squeeze on the breast as her other hand would reposition to get as second handful of the other breast, changing her camel clutch into a Breast Clutch, pulling back on Ayame's breasts to maintain her hold!

[Ichi]

"Oh? You think this is showing off your tits? Please, this isn't that kind of match!" shouted Da Xia as she cranked the hold even harder. Immediately, a sharp pain ran up Ayame's spine and her back spasmed.

"Ack!" cried Ayame in pain. Suddenly, Da Xia's hands grabbed Ayame's breasts, painfully squeezing them! The crowd roared in approval upon seeing the Breast Clutch as Ayame groaned in pain!

"Sadistic whore..." muttered Ayame quietly so that only Da Xia could hear. This match was going terribly awry for Ayame and at this point, there did not seem to be any chance of her winning. Still, Ayame did not want to just lie down and roll over: she wanted to fight until the end. A thought would then occur to Ayame: if she could not beat Da Xia, she could at least make Da Xia work for her victory. Or...

"Maybe I can get her to break character," thought Ayame. With that thought in mind, Ayame would attempt to abruptly grab a hold of Da Xia's right middle finger and crank it backwards as far as it could go! The hope would be that this move would both get Da Xia to back off and really piss her off! If that plan worked, Ayame would then try to capitalize on Da Xia's anger, hoping that Da Xia's judgement would be clouded.

"Hey, you Chinese whore! If you are that eager to grab some tits, why don't we make this match a humiliation match?" Ayame would yell mischievously. "Unless, of course, you're afraid that I'll inevitably prove myself to be the better woman."

"Bait set," Ayame would think as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her muscles would still be fatigued but Ayame would feel great, as if she were ready to take on the world. "Take the bait like the little rat you are..."

[TheManVan]

Da XIa's sadistic smile curled onto her lips as she heard the low whisper of Ayame, she didn't care if her opponent knew just what kind of woman she was. She got more of a kick knowing that majority of the fans watching now were clueless to what she really was and it was nothing but hilarious for the Belly Queen.

She knew that she was in the driver seat, she was controlling the action and pace of the match and dictating what was going to happen to Ayame. There was no reason for her to change course and wear out Ayame for the finish. That was until Ayame grabbed a hold of her middle finger, eyes widening as she soon cried out in pain as it was bent back farther than it was meant to, forcing her to relinquish the hold on Ayame's breasts, quickly getting off to try and free her hand from Ayame's grasp.

A flash of anger washed over her face, grasping at her hand. She couldn't believe the audacity of her opponent! Gritting her teeth as she turned her attention to Ayame, hearing the insult fly her way, Da Xia was ready to start pounding the fuck out of the cheeky bitch.

But hearing the bold challenge from Ayame, she couldn't help but curl her smile on her lips. "Oh no! A humiliation match!? I could never!" she feigned innocence, acting as if she was disgusted. "But if it's a challenge you want, I'd be more than happy to give these fans what they wanna see, skinship! You're on!" she gleefully let out, this was perfect for her. To utterly humiliate and devastate this bitch and still be in the right.

Standing apart from Ichi, already her devious mind was thinking of what she could to absolutely humiliate this girl into oblivion.

[Ichi]

Immediately after Da Xia accepted Ayame's challenge, the titantron flared to life, displaying the new match stipulations. "MATCH TYPE: HUMILIATION. RULES: VICTORY BY SUBMISSION VIA HUMILIATION ONLY."

Upon seeing the text on the titantron, Ayame's lips curled up into a twisted smile. She highly doubted that Da Xia would be able to contain her true nature once given the opportunity to utterly humiliate someone.

Then, Ayame's blood ran cold. "Hold on. Am I thinking that I'm going to lose?" thought Ayame. She realized that she was had stopped thinking about how to win. "You know what? Fuck it. I'm going to be realistic here: I probably won't win in this state. I'll just make it my goal to make this bitch suffer." Ayame took a deep breath before exhaling. As she exhaled, the tension in her body was released---tension that Ayame did not even realize was there before. "I guess I really was nervous," realized Ayame. It amused her that she had gotten so worked-up about the situation without even realizing it.

"You know, you ought to drop that innocent act of yours, Xixi," taunted Ayame. "It seems a little... fake, don't you think?" Ayame gave Da Xia a little wink to indicate that she knew the truth. And that truth was that Da Xia was a bona-fide bitch. While finding clips of Da Xia's old matches had not been easy, Ayame's friend Claire had managed to find some clips---and those clips clearly showed that Da Xia merciless and sadistic, a far cry from Da Xia's current facade. Still, Ayame was not about to go yelling out that Da Xia was a snake to the entire audience: there would not be enough evidence to back up her claims so she would just look ridiculous.

Hopefully, that would be enough to piss off Da Xia and get her to recklessly charge. Otherwise, Ayame would have to think of a different plan.

[TheManVan]

Da Xia smiled, she was much more comfortable with the new rulings as it gave her much more leeway in getting what really made her happy. Humiliating bitches. She could barely contain her sadistic glee as her lips twisted ever so subtly into a more devious grin, seeing that Ayame's was curling in a similar way. Little did she know that it wasn't for the match but something deeper.

She then pointed out Da Xia's apparent fake face, the smile on Da Xia's face dropped into a low scowl. Even if all the girls in the back who stepped into the ring with her knew what kind of girl she was, she always thought them too stupid to think they could just wave that in front of her face.

"Oh I assure you...there's nothing fake about me." she sneered before she raced at Ayame, looking to strike her down with a clothesline to start of their renewed fight!

[Ichi]

Da Xia's reaction to having her fakeness pointed out revealed a possible vulnerability: Da Xia was probably concerned about having her true nature be revealed. While Ayame could not definitively determine if that was truly the case, she strongly suspected it was, which caused Ayame's twisted smile to grow wider. "Now... how can I exploit this?" Ayame pondered.

Ayame's planning was cut short when Da Xia began charging at her. It was not immediately clear to Ayame what move Da Xia would throw but Ayame's gut feeling told her that her opponent was not going to go for a takedown---she did not seem like the type to do that. With this in mind, Ayame's instincts and experience guided her next moves.

Standing in her usual bladed stance, Ayame would wait until Da Xia got within range before feinting a left hook, her shoulder rotating and arm slightly extending as if she were throwing a punch. But instead of following through with the strike, Ayame would lower her level and attempt to shoot in for a double-leg takedown! However, Ayame's takedown would end up looking more like a spear as her fatigue would prevent her from moving as she usually did.

Explanation of Ayame's strategy

Although there was no telling how Da Xia would react, Ayame's hope was that Da Xia would remember how she got tagged by a two-punch combination the last time she rushed in and believe that a similar attack was coming. Ayame hoped to utilize the element of surprise along with Da Xia's forward momentum to take Da Xia down to the mat.

If Ayame's takedown was successful, Ayame would try to land in a position where she could whisper into Da Xia's ear---other than that, Ayame would not have much control over what position she and her opponent landed in. If Ayame was successful in getting into such a position, Ayame would begin whispering in Da Xia's ear.

"Nothing fake about you? Video evidence says otherwise---maybe I'll leak that shit to reporters, just to fuck with you." Those words would be no louder than a whisper, too quiet to be picked up by any microphones.

[TheManVan]

As if Da Xia needed more motivation to punish this bitch, her threatening to reveal her true nature was more than enough. Although she could probably mitigate the damage done to her character, it would be a massive pain in the ass to deal with as they got closer to each other with their renewed match as she saw Ayame throwing out an arm. With a clear intent, Da Xia pulled her head back out of the range of her opponent but in doing so she had exposed her lower half of her body and Ayame showed her real intent.

Her opponent threw herself low to tackle her straight to the mat, Da Xia landing on her back and having the air knocked out of her as Ayame laid on top of her. Her hands quickly moved up to shove on the shoulders of Ayame, trying to dislodge her as she whispered more threats into her ear. The scowl on her face intensified as she wrapped her left arm around Ayame's head, grabbing a handful of her air to pull the head back. "You fucking talk to much." she hissed right back before attempting to throw a hard forearm to the face!