L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Daishouri briefly looked like Hana had chopped her in 2, such was the reaction on blonde’s face, as she coughed and wheezed, trying to get a semblance of a breath back into her lungs.

And yet, despite the pain and hurt, she gave her the words Hana was looking for, the smile on the Ogre’s face stretching wider and wider.

She held her hands behind her back, sticking out her chest for it to take the maximum brunt of the attack as her foe stepped towards her, winding up her arm…

THWACK!

”Grrrraaaaaaaaaaaagh…” Hana let out, deflating like a balloon, as she briefly fell to one knee. Her own attack definitely energised the blonde’s attack…

The issue for Daishouri was…

”GRAAAAAAAAAGH!”

It did the same for her, as Hana rose up to her full height before unleashing another, much stronger chop against the blonde’s chest!

Daishouri felt like a pinata in this predicament. One resigned to be smacked silly. Her chest hated these strikes. But if her rival was going to eat it, then there wasn't a doubt or question that she'd meet it too! So when the Ogre took that knee, Daishouri stomped her feet one after the other in-place, fists formed and arms clenched straight down. Hana's ROAR didn't move Daishouri from her place. Her teeth grit. Cheeks pulled up to show laugh lines. Nose scrunch into a bunch. Her throat tightened up and her stomach clenched. While somewhere in her brain she went: ohfuckohfuckoh--

THWACK!

"AAGHK!" Her outfit did NOT protect against that. It might as well have been against naked skin. One second she felt some unholy stinging, then the next she whacked against the canvas with her shoulder-blades. Her head whipped back. And almost immediately, she wanted to stand back up, but only managed her shoulders before falling back. "K-kch..." She struggled with wind, wanted to whimper, but kept her tongue bitten. Breathing felt more manual as her entire chest tingled in a bed of aggressive pins and needles. Both arms crossed over her chest in an X. Her ankles stomped the mat thrice. Left-right-left.

Then turning to her hip if Hana didn't already pounce, she'd place her hand down while keeping the other crossed on her chest. The first step to recovery.