Yuki Kazikura vs. Amano Jaku II - Hardcore Barbed Wire Match

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While Amano might have thought she had secured the advantage in snaring Yuki's arm, she was surely mistaken. That was something Yuki would prove to her. Throwing her weight to the side, she attempted to roll Amano off her feet. No matter how tightly Amano's fingers grasped her arm, Yuki was determined to not let her take the upper hand.

But Amano proved herself to be a tricky one. What Yuki had overlooked was that though she was trying to counter Amano's grab, it was the Demon who held her arm, and she could release it at any time. Sure enough, that was just what she did, stepping ahead just as Yuki was about to sweep her center of balance out from under her. The dark-haired girl's momentum was already in motion, and she swung herself off her feet, landing with a thud against the mat as she went to her knees with a groan. She hissed through her teeth in frustration, having her own attempt to take control turned against her. Yuki had tried to gain the advantage, but in the end, her motion had only brought her off her feet instead while the Demon stood tall - and now, Amano grabbed for her arm, securing her grip on her.

Yuki clenched her teeth, shaking her head in defiance. Even if she was on her knees, she could still fight back, and she refused to let Amano control her like this! Her hands shot to Amano's arm where it clutched her shoulder, trying to pry it off!

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Amano had hoped the reversal would demoralize Yuki a bit, maybe open her up for a submission or stomp, but Yuki's fire didn't burn out yet. She was set on fighting for control of this match. Her eyes were still blazing with a refusal to give in and let Amano have her way. And in any other situation Amano might had respected this show of guts.

"Go to hell!" But no, Yuki needed to be taken down.

That fire was only arrogance and hatred, and Amano would put it out one way or another. And as Yuki started prying and clawing at Amano's arm she snarled. She was fighting like a woman possessed. At the rate this fight was going every inch of advantage would be a tooth-and-nail struggle. And Amano didn't want to spend the energy on that. she had to slow Yuki down. "You wanna' fight, huh?!" Amano dug her nails into Yuki's arm, slowly getting to her fight with Yuki's arm in tow. "Hyaaah!" She rose her foot, hoping to slam it right into Yuki's face to force her off.

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"Never!!" Her teeth gnashing like those of a rabid dog, Yuki tossed her head back and forth in defiance of Amano's orders. She might have normally been a calm, collected girl with a taciturn attitude to things, but she couldn't deny that Amano was pushing her to her limits. She remembered what Amano had said to her in the gym, about not holding back and being willing to face her with all the rage, the hatred, of a pitched battle. In some ways, the feeling felt foreign to Yuki. In others, she felt as though it came so natural that she knew it had to be a part of her all along - the part of her she kept hidden away, fearful of how it might hold her back.

Even in Amano's embrace, Yuki twisted and turned, trying to yank her arm right out of her opponent's grasp it she had to. Her fingers pried, clawed, and squeezed at Amano's arm as she writhed and twisted, pressed up against the front of Amano's body. Yuki didn't know if all this thrashing and flailing was a good use of her energy, but she did know that at least it was making things harder for her opponent to inflict further punishment. She might have won her first match against Amano by holding to her composure and striking with readiness and precision - but now, she was just out to make it harder for Amano to keep a grip, one way or another!

Eventually, Amano tightened her grip, her nails biting into Yuki's flesh. The dark-haired girl hissed in pain, but she only held on tighter; to let go now would be to concede defeat. Even when Amano landed a kick to her face, her head and body cracking backward, Yuki's grip didn't break - her fingers might have slipped back to the demon's wrist, but she didn't let go, holding on in determination. It was as though their hands were bound together, never going far, but the only rope they needed was their refusal to yield to the other!

Yuki took a few short breaths through her clenched teeth, staring Amano down. Amano was holding fast, but she was willing to leverage that, moving in a circle to get out from where she was being held against her opponent. Once the two were separated, Yuki twisted her body to the side, slinging Amano's weight after her. This time, though, she wasn't aiming to throw her into the mat - she was instead aiming at the barbed wire ropes, going to throw her opponent against them with an Irish whip!

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Even after the kick Yuki wasn't letting go. Like a damn piranha she was determined to keep hold, even if Amano was desperately trying to shove her off. The only satisfaction she got was the small grunt and slight relief of Yuki's death grip easing up some, but Yuki was still didn't break. And as the two met eyes again Amano's glare turned to a contorted scowl of malice. Just as she rose her foot for another kick, another blow to wipe that determined look of Yuki's face, she stood.

"Tch," Both were on their feet now, but Amano dared not let go of Yuki's wrist. She'd have to ripped off Amano's hand before she'd let go, at least willingly. And as Yuki started to circle Amano, she followed the steps, refusing to let Yuki lead at first. Was she going to try another throw again? Or maybe try and use momentum to force a mount or grapple? Either way Amano could handle it. Doesn't this bitch get I can turn most throws agains-

Yuki wasn't trying to throw her down.

Following Yuki's lead was a mistake! Rather than being pulled into a throw or grapple, Yuki had slingshot Amano forward, right into the barbed ropes. She couldn't stop. Already being hurtled forward by both Yuki's toss combined with her own momentum, Amano was moving at blinding speeds right into a painful and dangerous line.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

The moment she slammed into the ropes and barbed wire Amano was screeching. Her arms got caught and punctured by the sharp edges, her face had a noticeable cut along her cheek, and pulling away tore and ripped at her kimono sleeves, already showing dark red lines as she pulled away, clutching her face and kicking out. "Noooooo! No no no noooo!" Her face and arms were screaming as she writhed. And yet, the reaction was only for a short moment. A few more seconds of kicking about and she rolled to her knees, pushing herself up. On the floor, she could already see blood dropping to the canvas. For a second, her vision blurred before she looked at Yuki. At first, with surprise, then with worry, and then... rage. "... ... ..." This was a real fight now. Amano knew that from the start, but seeing the blood come down really had it land home now. "A-Aah..." She looked at Yuki, a clear cut along her cheek that was now bleeding and staining the shoulder of her kimono red. First blood went to Yuki, but it'd be the last bit of advantage Amano would give her. Hatred and furious bubbled inside now, her face contorted in pain and revulsion.

"Raaaaghh!" She let out war cry in response, forcing herself to her feet. "KAZIKURAAA!" She charged forward with the bloodlust of a demon, running full speed. Though rather than a punch and tackle, Amano would do something else. Another move from her karate playbook. A Mawashi-Geri, or a roundhouse kick. Amano would twist her body as her leg swung out, making a circular motion in the air, and bringing her heel down like an ax on Yuki's skull as Amano let her body completely drop to add onto the weight.

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Her grabbing fingers sliding down the length of Amano's arm, Yuki was fighting a battle merely to hold onto her opponent. She buckled and shook as she reeled back from where her opponent had kicked her in the head, half of her face going numb. But Yuki couldn't let go, and she couldn't yield. She had something to prove, and she couldn't leave this ring without proving to everyone that even in the face of such insurmountable danger, she wouldn't crumple. She would stand tall and proud!

Her previous attempt to drag Amano to the ground hadn't been successful. But this time, Yuki was willing to change things up. Whipping her body over to the side, she shot her opponent across the ring, running her straight into the barbed wire ropes. And with that, first blood had been drawn.

The sound of Amano's scream was enough to knock Yuki out of her focus, if only for a few seconds. She shuddered, biting her lip as she listened to her opponent scream in pain, seeing the blood run down her face and fall onto the mat below as she struggled against the barbed wire. Had she really done that? Had she really been the cause of such grievous harm? No one could have expected, going into this match, that Yuki would have been the one to first draw blood from her opponent. She was the calm one, the focused one, who held herself as an athlete first and a brawler second. She was the one who had been more reluctant, discussing this match in the media storm building up to this - although she kept a stone face, never letting her emotions through.

But Yuki soon bit at the inside of her cheek, her teeth clenching in a grimace as she narrowed her eyes at Amano. Yes, she had. And this would only be the beginning.

Yuki's fists clenched at her sides as she leaned in toward Amano, meeting her roar of rage with a shout of her own. "WHAT?!" she called back at the Demon. "YOU WANTED THIS! YOU ASKED FOR THIS! COME AND GET IT!"

She raised her fists as Amano came closer, readying herself to strike back at her as she came near. Seeing Amano closing in, Yuki prepared herself to throw a fist, but as she came closer and it became clear that Yuki wouldn't be able to react in time, she would instead attempt to raise her arms to block, protecting herself from the oncoming onslaught. But not even that would be enough. Amano hurled herself straight at Yuki, her leg kicking up and cutting through the air as it swung toward her in an arc. Unable to block it in time, or to hold back the sheer force, Yuki had no choice but to take the impact straight on, clubbing her upside the head.

"GAAH-!" Bowled over by the force of the strike, Yuki was thrown off her feet, rolling onto her side on the canvas. Her head was throbbing, and she winced just thinking of the impact. But when she looked up at Amano, her face framed by the strands of loose hair that had fallen over it, it was with fury, her teeth clenched in a ferocious glare that told anyone looking on that she wouldn't let this temper her spirits!

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Amano heel crashed down into Yuki's head, the loud crack echoing through the empty arena as the two hit the mat. Her face was still throb as blood pushed her, her arms were still scream as her white sleeves turned more red. But... Amano was still able to stand, still about to meet Yuki's glare with her own. "Ghn..." Amano clenched her fists, a painful action, but Yuki's words were still ringing in her head.

She did wanted this. Amano thought she'd have more momentum and guts at first, be able to prey on Yuki's fear as the two wailed on each other. Yuki wasn't just tough, but proved to be willing to hurt Amano as much as Amano wanted to hurt her. And even as Amano's bloodied face glared back at Yuki she saw no hesitation in the other warrior's eyes. She was willing to go all the way and leave Amano a bloody mess to prove her point. Yuki was right to call Amano out on it.

And it infuriated her.

"Yeah, I asked for this." She snarled out, clawing at the canvas. "Let's see how YOU LIKE IT!!" Amano moved with renewed savagery, lunging to grab Yuki by the hair and ram her skull right into the girl's nose for blood and hopefully some dizziness too. Repeated headbutts.

[CaptainL]

Laid out on her side by the impact of Reiko's heel crashing into her skull, Yuki groaned and shuddered. Her vision was still blurry from the impact, but she nevertheless clenched her teeth, trying to shake the dizzy feeling out of her head. No matter how much she hurt, or how much she might have been dizzied, Yuki had to fight on. No matter the cost, it would all be worth it to prove herself to Amano!

She planted her palms against the mat, pushing up with her hands and knees to rise to her feet. But she only made it part of the way up before Amano guided her the rest of the way. She caught Yuki by the hair, tangling a fistful of her dark tresses around her fist, and Yuki could feel the burning sensation her scalp as she was dragged up. Her face contorting in pain, she could only stare back at Amano through one eye - but even that was silenced, as a moment later Amano's head came crashing into hers.

The sound of a thud echoed through the arena, accompanied by Yuki's pained cries, as her head swung backward. Yuki was left stunned and shuddering from the first impact, but that was only the beginning - as Amano kept hammering away at her again and again! Each time, Yuki spasmed and shuddered, her legs threatening to give out from under her. It was thanks to Amano's holding up of her hair that Yuki managed to keep her balance; to further steady herself, she grabbed onto Amano's shoulder, resting close against her body. From how the two girls pressed into one another, they could feel the ripples of their muscles beneath their skin and the breaths against their faces, a constant reminder of each others' presence. But it only deepened their hatred, reminding each other how close they were even as Amano landed headbutt after headbutt, threatening to crack Yuki's skull open against the pressure.

Yuki knew she couldn't deal with this. She needed something to reverse the assault, and fast. And while they were so close, she knew exactly what she could do. She leaned forward with her shoulders, trying to push Amano back, until she could swung her leg up, getting it in between herself and her opponent. There, she would attempt to plant her foot on her chest, hoping to shove her back with a kick in the sternum!

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Every blow Amano gave as she slammed her head into Yuki, every crack that rang throughout the ring upon impact, every glance at Yuki's face when they connected blows, it charged Amano with energy. She rammed her head into Yuki's with little hesitation or mercy, desperate to cause her as much pain and discomfort as her body and techniques could manage. And while it was clear Yuki was reeling from those hits, they were piling up for Amano as well. Her own skull start to get murky as the blows continued, but Yuki wouldn't good down. Every blow was met with a fierce glare, and eventually Amano had to stop for her own stake, forced to only glare and pant in Yuki's face as they stared each other down, their bodies pressed against each other.

"Haah... hah... hah..." Amano pulled at Yuki's hair, pushing her skull against hers. "Go down you damn PRINCESS!"

And then Yuki kicked Amano back, a rather forceful kick at her chest just as Yuki shoved her back during their impromptu break.

Already being dizzied from her own headbutts, Amano staggered, touching at the barbed wire behind her again. Thankfully, she didn't slam into it again, but she could feel the pokes coming at her back. "Graaaah..." She pulled away, her back stinging with punctures as she heard fabric tear. That's it! She gave Yuki a hateful glance, baring her teeth before she ran right back to her rival, going low for a Morote Gari, a double-leg takedown to keep her to the ground. Hopefully all those headbutts kept her dizzy for it.

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The first headbutt Yuki took was agonizing. Her head snapped back, her temples throbbing and her ears ringing. She clenched her teeth and groaned just to try and bear through the pain, and tears budded at the corner of her eyes, though she tensed her body, fighting with every ounce of willpower she had to keep them back. The last thing she wanted was to show Amano any sign of weakness.

The next few headbutts hurt, but at least she knew what to expect now. The stage had been set, the floodgates had been opened. Yuki wasn't keeping count of how many times her skull had been bludgeoned by Amano's own, and in time, she'd see it didn't matter. It was merely something to be accepted, as she settled into the rhythm of thumps and recoils that came as naturally as a song. After so much punishment, her head had become numb, her nerves too dull to feel the pain she should have felt. All she could do was tank them, keeping her body steady and standing tall as she latched onto her opponent for support. Even when Amano grew tired, dragging Yuki closer by the hair until they were nose to nose, she barely felt anything.

When Yuki's face contorted into a rage-filled scowl, it wasn't out of pain. It was out of anger - the rage she felt toward Amano, fueling her to fight through even the sort of odds she normally would have balked at. All for the sake of establishing once and for all she wouldn't bend to her foe.

"NEVER!" Yuki shouted back. She leaned in closer, pushing with her shoulders and chest against Amano's - not as an attack so much as it was a show of dominance. When Yuki really wanted Amano to hurt, that would come later, as she got her leg in between the two of them and shoved Amano toward the barbed wire once again.

Though it only grazed her this time, Yuki didn't care. She watched Amano with a stern and unwavering glare, her hand balled into a fist at her side. Her head was tilted to the side, one shoulder lower than the other. Her dark hair fell across her face, while a slight trickle of blood was starting to run down from her brow from all the headbutts. Her chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, but she refused to waver or stumble. She was dizzy, yes. The ring was spinning, yes. But Yuki wouldn't dare let herself show that. Not when so much was on the line.

Holding her ground and staring Amano down, Yuki didn't move or change her position, even as the Demon tackled her, sweeping her legs out from under her. Yuki fell to her back with a thud, the canvas shaking under their weight. But his wouldn't slow her down. She wouldn't let it. Even on her back, she could fight! She balled a fist, lashing out at Amano from where she lay beneath her, as she attempted to slam her fists again and again into the side of her head! A furied growl left her throat, as she fought to roll her weight over, attempting to take the top position!

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"Raaaagh!" Amano slammed Yuki down with all the force her body could manage in its current condition, desperate to cause her more pain and keep the upper hand. But even as Amano mounted her and tried to pin her down Yuki was still swinging. Literally.

"Uurgh!" Amano could taste the blood flying out of her mouth from the first punch, her head swirling. The second punch rocked her body to the side, nearly knocking her off. Yuki was relentless. Even the small glimpses the Demon got of her rivals face were still filled with rage and hatred. It was... almost breathtaking that the girl had this much to give. So much hot fury from the girl that was so cold a few days ago.

Amano couldn't help but smile.

Even as Amano's blood started painting both her and Yuki's body she gritted her teeth and held on to her position. Blood splattered from Yuki's punches, dying Amano's sleeves, chest, and face red. And yet the smiled, as if ignited by the violence. "THAT ALL YOU GOT, KAZIKURA?!" She snarled out, raising her fist high to strike down at Yuki's face. She was about to strike, but another punch hit it's mark, knocking her off Yuki in a violent roll, sending blood flying. 'Urgh!"

Amano was on her stomach, gasping and catching her breath. The hate-fueled adrenaline was dying down after her body started to finally feel the wear she was going through.