Yuki Kazikura vs. Vorona (Two Out of Three Falls)

[CaptainL]

The match had just begun, and already Yuki was off to a bad start. Vorona had managed to get in her head and thrown her off her game - and with that, the cool composure that had been Yuki's strongest asset had fizzled away. Now, Yuki knew she wasn't safe; that Vorona was fully prepared to turn everything against her. Her nerves flared, and that meant that she wasn't watching her surroundings and staying alert. Her teeth clenched, and so did her fists; she tried to pull her ankle free, but the hand that held it wouldn't budge. But because she was occupied with Winter, she wasn't putting up any fight as Vorona drew in closer - or as she shoved her weight up against the Japanese girl's own, guiding her backward with the push of her body.

"Nnngh-!!" A shudder went through Yuki's body from head to toe. Along every inch she could feel Vorona's skin pressing into hers - the warmth of her body, and the rise and fall of her curves, which, yes, were far more pronounced than her own, much as she hated to admit it. Bending against the encroaching force, she took one step back, then another, until she was backed into the turnbuckle. When she looked up at Vorona, her eyes were narrowed in a glare, and she hissed from behind clenched teeth. From the very start, Vorona was exerting dominance over Yuki in every respect imaginable - and Yuki didn't like it one bit.

There wasn't much she could do about it, though. Certainly not enough to stop Vorona's next move, as she raked her nails down over Yuki's face! At once, she could feel the stinging pain shooting out through her cheeks, and her eyes watered under the sensation. She had no choice but to grab for her face, trying to nurse the pain. And that wouldn't do anything to stop Vorona when she took hold of her hair, pulling it back with a firm yank!

"Ghhk..!!" Now Yuki was all but being folded in half! Her face was turned up toward the lights; as soon as the pain from the nail rake was forgotten, it was replaced by that of the bright lights shining right down into her eyes! Ordinarily, Yuki was someone who kept her cool. She didn't fight dirty, and she preferred to stay on the defensive than press her luck. But she had her limits - and Vorona, it seemed, was determined to figure out just what those limits were. At last, she could have no more. She wasn't one to let herself be pushed around like this. She had to do something!

Yuki lashed out with both hands, reaching behind Vorona to grab onto her ponytail with all ten fingers! As she shoved her hips, chest, and shoulders up against Vorona's to try and steer her back, she yanked down as hard as she could, trying to counter out the force on her scalp!

[Monsy]

”TWO!”
”THREE!”
”FOUR!”
The referee went, approaching its five count.

Wonderful job, Winter.
Would be Vorona’s thought, now in almost full control and bending Kazikura over the top turnbuckle, who saw only lights. Vorona judged them harshly from this position, kept her body close and talked to paint her ego all over the Joshi girl. Then she blew that kiss for Winter.

She was the world’s most eager supporter, Vorona’s biggest fan and willing accomplice. Whenever she got to participate in some way, there was a light inside her that glowed powerfully, and made her feel so special for a moment. Don’t mess this up, she’s counting on you. Would be her inner thoughts before she delivered a bit of evil. And she didn’t feel bad about two v one-ing either. This was a rigged performance. And she wanted to rig it beautifully.

“F-Fahh!” Vorona made a strange noise when grabbed by her hair in return. Her ponytail was seized by two hands. Instantly, the strength of Yuki pushed against her. And with the turnbuckles behind her, Vorona couldn’t hope to stand a chance there! She was forced back, despite her efforts. Her features scrunched and she growled, “Rrrrat.”

One hand switched up to grab Yuki’s hair in tandem. Like a challenge. She pulled it back, rather, straight out, attempting to force Yuki’s upper-half to heel. Her chest puffed forward two into Yuki’s, grinding breasts. As would their hips and stomachs, smushing in their almost equal size as Vorona positioned her foot back to stop any more progression. A stalemate. Then with her second hand, she held it out and snapped her fingers.

Winter quickly climbed up onto the apron.
With two hands, she yanked Yuki's hair towards the corner again. “Your style is SO… uninspired, little one.”

Vorona withdrew her arms and thrust them up, hoping to dislodge Yuki’s grip on her hair. If that worked, then Winter would kiss Vorona’s palm before it went swinging to SLAP Yuki straight across the face. Whether it hit or not, the referee was quick to point a finger at Winter on the apron, who quickly hopped down and away, looking innocent and proud of herself.

[CaptainL]

Even if the referee issued a warning for Vorona to let go of Yuki's hair, the white-hared girl didn't even pay it any heed - she just kept her fingers knotted in the joshi wrestler's tresses, cranking her entire upper body back into an arc until she was bent over backward. Yuki could feel a thousand sharp needles being dug into her scalp where Vorona put the pressure on every strand of hair, and tears were starting to well up in her eyes from the pain. But this was all the cherry on top of a mountain of disrespect and scorn Vorona had to show her since this match began - and Yuki was growing fed up with it all. She was normally a patient person, and she preferred to fight fair...but if Vorona wasn't going to play by the rules, nothing was stopping Yuki from stooping to her level. She was going to prove as much when she latched onto Vorona's hair in turn, tugging it back hard!

The two girls had entered a tug-of-war in the corner, and neither of them was willing to concede an inch of ground. At each passing moment they yanked at each others' hair with all their might, trying to take back the control that hung in the balance between them - and trying to pay back every bit of pain one dished out on the other. As they drew in closer, Vorona's chest enveloped Yuki's own as their bodies mashed together. With every push Yuki felt of Vorona trying to encroach on her territory, she shoved back with a thrust of her hips and shoulders, and they could feel the ripple of their muscles beneath the thin fabric of their leotards. Her knuckles only went white as her fingers wrapped tighter around the Russian's ponytail. But eventually, it would be Vorona who broke the deadlock - when she delivered a well-placed slap clean across Yuki's cheek!

"Gah..!!" Yuki's head was thrown to the side, her dark hair flowing like waves behind it as a trail of spittle flew from her mouth. She had no choice but to relinquish her grasp on Vorona - but as soon as she came to a stop, her eyes narrowed on her foe with a glare that showed her just what Yuki thought of this sort of meddling. Her hands shot out for Vorona's shoulders, going to push her away as hard as she could. Then, she looked back over her shoulder at where Winter was trying to brush it all off with an innocent smile. Yuki's eyes narrowed on her, too - she was well aware she would need to keep a close eye on her.

[Monsy]

Guh…
Yuki was making this tactic far more difficult than it needed to be. It hurt a lot. The strength of Kazikura amplified by the many tugs against her scalp. A million different needles poking her shallowly. And her strength gradually outpacing her own, bending her back. Gradually slipping ground with each hip thrust and brush of belly and chest, working up a nice sweat underneath the leotard. Then came Winter’s intervention. To punctuate her victory, she added…

A slap!
The strike stung her hand beautifully. Like a little itty-bitty-sound-making punching bag the size of the little one’s head. She almost felt pleasured by it, underneath a face that didn’t look too pleased at all, still insulted by their hair pull. Her breath slightly laboured from the effort. But it was she who won the exchange, so leaned in to get a closer look at their reddened cheek. And scowled, whispering with a critical tone. “Feeble.”

Then she was shoved.
Her arms did a windmill. Her upper-body outpaced her legs and she only managed two steps backwards before firmly striking the mat with her bottom and tailbone. Both shoulder-blades pulled in, elbows too, hands clenched and her back did a moment’s arch while sitting. She grunted, then huffed out her nose.

“What’s the matter?” She said while getting up, “Upset you can’t get control?”

And she wanted to assume Yuki’s answer: Yes, I am. Her own confidence made that reality for her reality, so she added, “Good.” Then charged.

Head-long to close the distance at Yuki, arm extended, aiming to smash Yuki across the collar, into the turnbuckle pads as Yuki was eyeing her innocent songbird!

[CaptainL]

When Yuki saw Vorona's feet leave the ground...her eyes widened a little bit. She hadn't expected it to hit her that hard. Maybe just to push her back a little, but she didn't think it had been strong enough to take her to the mat. Still, only a moment later, the stinging pain in her scalp reminded her that it wasn't undeserved. Vorona was really testing her patience. It wasn't often that Yuki gave into her frustrations enough to take them out on her foes, but every move Vorona made showed what little respect she had for her, belittling her and mocking her at every turn. Her teeth clenched, and her fists balled tighter, quivering at her sides. Even Vorona's response did so. To her, Yuki's outburst wasn't that of a proud fighter standing up for herself. It was the squabblings of a petulant child. Something that wasn't exactly helped by the schoolyard tactics she'd employed. And for just a few fleeting seconds, Yuki actually believed her - enough to stoke her frustrations all the more, this time turned inward.

A blush came to Yuki's cheeks for a moment. Surely she was better than this. She had higher standards to set herself to. And she couldn't let herself fall victim to them - not for the sake of her pride, and not for the sake of what Vorona might do to her if she felt she could get away with it. "I am not," came Yuki's pointed response. But at the same time, Yuki looked behind her at Winter, trying to keep the girl in her line of sight. She couldn't afford to let her do anything funny.

But Winter wasn't doing anything - and, ironically enough, that was what she was doing funny. In checking on Winter, Yuki had taken her eyes off Vorona. But that meant Vorona had the chance to strike - and Yuki barely had the time to prepare! As soon as she looked back at her opponent, Vorona was already mere inches away from her! Yuki gasped, but she wouldn't even have the time to bring her hands up to defend herself - Vorona's arm slammed against her collarbone, throwing her backward!

"GAH-!" Yuki's hair, now all the more disheveled, whipped through the air behind her as the momentum of the blow hurled her against the turnbuckles. A thud rang out as they struck her back, causing her face to contort in a wince - one eye squeezed shut; teeth clenched. But Yuki wasn't going to take this lying down. She had seen more than enough evidence to know that Vorona didn't deserve her mercy - and that she needed to stay focused!

Hissing through clenched teeth, Yuki's arm whipped around too, as she aimed to slam her elbow against the side of Vorona's skull! That, she thought, would say on no uncertain terms what she thought about her!

[Monsy]

And yet another perfect attack successful.

Vorona smirked. The beautiful thud as she pictured Yuki’s lungs now emptied and begging for something to fill them up again. Something Vorona would surely feel as she stayed close to them. Her body leaned into Yuki’s shoulder. The arm across, now came up and stroked some of Yuki’s hair back.

“Poor little one… I bet that took so much out of you.”

Oh-ho.
Bad timing.
Caught right on the rise of that hiss. An arm whipped and conked her on the skull, just above the ear.

“a-ah!…” She yelped. The pain was sharp and made her wince. Focused on a singular point in her skull, she could still feel her brain wiggle as her head lurched to the side and then reset. She can feel her knees give out for a fraction of a second, making her lean off Yuki and teeter towards the adjacent ropes.

She grabbed it with both hands. Almost desperately. Winter’s bottom lip rolled in, but she kept her confidence.

“My-my… Is that all the great Kazikura can muster in the moment? I expected SO much more…”

Her words were timed with her rebuttal. She took the bladed stance she was in, straightened up, wound an arm across her chest and tried to CHOP Yuki across her pair of tits!

[CaptainL]

Yuki knew that she was being mocked - and she didn't like it one bit. As she listened to Vorona's taunts, her eyes only narrowed more and more, staring straight through her. When she felt the white-haired girl brush her hair aside, Yuki sucked in a breath and her body stiffened - somehow, Vorona's very touch felt condescending enough to raise goosebumps on the back of her neck. Vorona didn't take her the least bit seriously - to her, she was about as threatening as a lost child; someone to be pitied rather than respected. But Yuki had enough of being pitied. She was out to show the world that she could handle herself in the ring just fine, and that nothing would stop her. Not even such flagrant disrespect as this! All it would do was make her all the more eager to do something about it. And do something she would!

Yuki's blow struck true - her forearm rammed straight into Vorona's skull, sending her stumbling back against the ropes. The joshi wrestler stood there, her posture still rigid; her fist still clenched at her side. Her shoulders rose and fell with every breath she took. She saw as Vorona went staggering back - for a moment, she stopped to ask herself; did she really hit that hard? But she quelled that thought. It didn't matter. After the disrespect she'd already shown her, Vorona didn't deserve her mercy. But not even seeing Vorona swoon and stagger was going to satisfy Yuki - she knew she had so much more to do, in a match that was just beginning.

And, in fact, Vorona wasn't satisfied yet, either.

She came charging back at Yuki, her arm drawn - and it cut through the air with a sharp chop, clapping the girl right across the chest! Letting out a cry of pain, Yuki went reeling backward, taking a few steps back. When she came to a stop, she leaned over a little bit forward, her feet apart and her knees bent inward to support her sagging weight, bringing her hand up to her chest to try and rub away the soreness. She panted out a few haggard breaths, and she winced as she felt the sting in her skin. But she couldn't stop now. Especially not when Vorona left the challenge with her!

"No, it's not...as a matter of fact, I'm just getting started!" Yuki was going to take Vorona up on that - she took a few well-placed strides to lunge in close to her opponent, drawing back her own arm to swing a chop of her own in the Russian's direction!

[Monsy]

Yuki was stronger than Vorona anticipated. And she knew how to place her strikes.

No. It was only one lucky strike. A farce for which Vorona didn’t need to worry about. Because this was the same wrestler that choked her big moments. She had seen the tapes and considered her lousy and fragile. Just look at her chop! It connected. It filled the artist with pride to see Yuki reel and cry of pain. The look on Vorona’s face after: smug and feeling invincible for a short second. And even if she recovered, Vorona assumed and knew their morale must’ve taken a hit. Just as she was chipping away all this time.

Then…

WHAP!!

Yuki's chop made a !!CLAP!! that everyone cheered for. Front row-ers were ecstatic. And those behind them made an audible. "Ooo....!"

Vorona loudly yelped and staggered back, holding her chest with both hands, clawing it. The pain surged and she choked on her chest exhale. She was less prepared to recover and instead nearly lost her balance. Her upper body leaned back while her legs wanted to go forward. Eventually, she ended up stumbling in a small circle to catch herself, slightly hunched over about a few feet back. A hand remained over the top of her chest, soothing this unacceptable wound. And boy did she scowl.

Her free hand swiped the air in front of her.

“You call that a chop?” Her voice was low, critical but with indignant.

Though. She wasn’t eager to take another, so she said.

“That was utterly pathetic, dear.”

Before lashing out in perhaps a safer method. She bladed her stance and attempted to side-kick Yuki right in the gut. Not just once, but TWICE! Attempting to beat her back into the corner once again. Her FAVOURITE spot to keep her little one. And if she could just manage that, then Vorona would follow up by showcasing some aesthetic flexibility, shooting her leg high so the boot sole collided across Yuki’s throat, pinning her against the top turnbuckle pad and holding it!

[CaptainL]

Vorona's chop had definitely hit, all right. It stung - Yuki could still feel the burn in her skin where it had met her collarbone, painting a red streak across her chest. Even now she had to stop and pant a few times to collect the air back in her lungs. But she wasn't going to let that be the end. Vorona, she knew, was determined to tear Yuki down - to prove that she really was as small and weak and helpless as she had convinced herself she was. As much as Yuki feared, more than anything else, that she was. When Yuki struck next, it would be a statement as much as it was an attack. When her arm cut through the air to trade a chop of her own across Vorona's collar, Yuki wanted to show her that she could hit her just as hard, with all the same force she could muster!

Sure enough, Vorona went staggering back against the sheer force of the blow. Yuki had to stop and rub the soreness out of her forearm in between pants as she centered herself, staring her opponent down and readying herself for their next clash. But even when Vorona had been bent backward from the force of impact alone, she still had it in her to be smug. She still found it in her to mock Yuki. It made the dark-haired girl suck in a breath, her fists clenching tighter at her sides as the tension rose in her chest. For a moment, doubt crept into her mind - was she really not good enough? But then, Yuki resolved that any doubt in Vorona would be answered in just the same way as the doubt in herself - she'd show whatever results to the contrary she needed to.

"If that's what you call pathetic," Yuki cut back as she took a step forward, "I hate to see what you call impressive!" She bent lower at the knees, getting in a stance and readying herself to strike. But before she could take another step closer, Vorona swung out with a kick that nailed her right in the gut - and then another! Gasping and gagging, Yuki took a few steps back off of each blow; she doubled over forward, clutching at her stomach to try and nurse the lingering pains. By the end of it all, her legs were trembling as she fought to hold herself up, and her teeth were locked into a grimace. But even if Yuki had been forced to lean over forward, Vorona would still bring her back upright - when she threw her foot against Yuki's throat, pushing the girl back into the corner!

"MMMFF!!" Yuki was thrown back in an arc, lifting her up to her feet. In an instant, Vorona's foot was squeezing her like a noose. She wanted to cry out in pain from the pressure holding her down - but then, she couldn't find the air to speak up in her defense! Her windpipe was pinched inward between the turnbuckles and the sole of Vorona's foot, and with every ounce of pressure she put forward, Yuki could feel the pain shoot through her; she gasped and gagged, and it was only by virtue of Vorona's boot pinning her in place that she didn't fall over. But even still, Yuki was going to show her she wasn't done yet! With her teeth locked in a grimace and her eyes squeezed shut, Yuki reached up with both hands to grab at Vorona's ankle, trying to push it away from her. The pressure was all-enveloping, squeezing the life out of her; she felt like she could pop. But the last thing she wanted was to give in, and tell Vorona what she wanted to hear! She'd fight to the end if she had to!

[Monsy]

Such a wasted comeback. That zeal to come close and try again, only to falter at such an unprotected and soft region. Belly. And like fate, everything fell into place afterwards. Yuki was beaten into the corner. A boot went against her throat. Vorona leaned into it. An arm folded beneath her body bust while she did so. Her hand made a dignified, dismissive gesture of their attempt at resistance.

“Learn from me and you’ll get a very good idea. Now choke louder. Your supporters can’t hear you.”

Although her mean-mug wouldn’t show it, her mind was swimming in a contentedness with how easily malleable this girl is. The lack of defence was stunning. But she also knew her own ability was a technique that went beyond defences. The brilliance was aesthetic.

“Huh?”

At least, for a time. “Just what… are you trying?” The push was astounding. It put her nape hairs to a crawl when SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, her foot was unable to push.

Vorona’s knee was starting to struggle. She felt a flex in her thigh as she pushed. But the more she did, the less balance she had, leaning back. When her knee started to bend and her leg retracted, Vorona hopped back and gulped a mouthful of spit. Her eyes grew inside her mask until she clenched her teeth, frowning, struggling and starting to hop to re-balance.

“That should NOT be possible. Winter! Come!”

The crowd’s heart soared with Yuki’s counter.

“YU-KI! YU-KI!”
“Fight out of that, Yuki!”
“Yeah! Give her what for!”

Front rowers, all of them.

At Yuki’s back on the apron emerged the singing Angel herself.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Back to your corner, nows!”

To where she attempted to grab Yuki’s hair with two hands and YANK her back into the turnbuckle pads!