Akari Fujiyami vs Brooke Betancourt

[Marspell]

Akari smiled down at Brooke cutely. The girl clung to her arm like it was a lifeline, while the teens slender knee continued to dig into Brookes windpipe. The girls face was starting to turn red, and Akari could feel her neck fold a little around the knee on it.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, holding onto my hand like a little baby to her momma! You gonna cry for me and suck my thumb as well?" Akari cooed, giggling. "You know what Brooke? Your cute, and its a shame that I'll have to break you." She smiled and looked in her opponents eyes. Brookes looked like they were staring daggers, with an extremely agressive gaze right back. The girl was trying to say something, as the knee pressed down, but Akari paid little attention, keeping pressure on Brooke, until she heard what the girl wanted to say to her.

"What the hell did you just say to me!?" She turned around, angry at Brookes insult, and just as she was about to go on a tirade against the Downrange diva, she felt a hand tightly grab her shoulder!

Akari was tugged in close, and her head practically bounced off brookes skull in the Collison.

"GHA!" She screamed in surprise, and clutched her injured head. "You bitch!"

She groaned and let off some of the pressure on Brookes neck to sit up and nurse her injured head for a moment. Clearly, she would have to be more serious about this match. Brooke was a rookie, but she wasn't dumb or weak.

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke's field of vision exploded into white as she cracked Akari's skull into her own. She couldn't even process just how bad her idea was, the pain was so great. Still, she had an opening, and if she wanted even a chance at winning this match, she'd have to do whatever she could with it. Flailing her arms blindly until she felt Akari's muscular body, Brooke gave her opponent as strong a shove as she could manage.

Assuming she'd be able to push the fit wrestling champion off of her, Brooke would woozily stand up. Still, between the throbbing pain in her head and the ringing in her ears, all her body wanted to do was fall... so she let it. As Brooke stumbled back down towards the mat, she angrily pointed her elbow down at Akari, hoping to slam her already-injured opponent in the head with a makeshift elbow drop!

[Marspell]

Akari, still stunned from the impact of Brookes own head, felt herself stumble and get shoved off of her opponent. While Brooke had to also be in a similar state as her, since eshe had used her own head, the girl still knew how to think creatively. Akari rolled back and tried to get away, but she didn't really have any energy nor was she yet able to see everything again. Her vision slowly gaded back just as she saw Brooke tumble forward, slender elbow first, driving right into akari.

Brooke didn't end up hitting her head again, but the downrange diva did manage to get a hit on her stomach and abdomen.

Akari gasped loudly, and coughed repeatedly as the wind was knocked out of her

"UGHHH!"

She held her stomach and head, writhing in pain on the floor, but still not entirely out yet. If she was able to, the muscular teen would try to slide forward, and swipe at Brookes legs, in another attempt to take the girl down to the mat, where she knew she had the advantage!

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke was resourceful, but she was still inexperienced. Maybe a more skilled fighter could have landed the elbow with some precision, but not Brooke. At least she managed to hit something. All thing's considered, Akari's lower body was a pretty damn good spot to hit, even if it wasn't the one she intended.

As soon as she fell, though, Brooke wanted to get back up. Even with her head throbbing, she still had the measure of her opponent. Akari was an experienced fighter in general, but her skill on the ground far surpassed Brooke's own. Staying on the mat was a one-way ticket to a loss on her record, but... her head just hurt so damn much. Still, she had to try. One arm on the ground... then a leg for support...

And then Akari swept Brooke's legs out from under her, sending her right back to the mat! She would try to land in a braced position on top of her opponent, but with how many butterflies there were still flittering through her skull, only the next second or so would tell whether her half-limp form would fall into the position she hoped it would.

[Marspell]

Akari smiled as she watched Brooke crumple back onto the mat. Not wasting a moment the slender teen slid over and knelt down on top of Brookes back. She smiled, and decided to go for a simple submisssion, wrapping her arms around brooke, and lifting her opponents upper body, a devastating fusion of a camel clutch and a full nelson. Brookes upper body and shoulders would be put under enormous pressure as Akari bent her further and further back.

"Cmon brooke, just give up already. Dont make me snal you in half." Akari giggled, as the downrange divas poor arms and torso were bent to their limits.

[FreestylePoet]

Once again, Akari climbed atop her back, pressing the bone-capped musculature of her knee right into Brooke's spine. That would have been bad enough, but then her arms were bound behind her head and used to pull her body into a camel clutch! Brooke breathed in deeply, groaning in pain as her barely-covered chest, now displayed for all to see, rose and fell. The pain was bearable due to her flexibility, but only just.

"Aagh... Gnngh!" Her hands flailed around the air, and her fingers grasped at the air around her. If Brooke could grab onto anything -- Akari's arms, head, neck, hair, shirt, whatever -- she would desperately pull the girl forward for a makeshift snapmare! Assuming she could pull the girl off of her, Brooke would rush back to her feet, eager to get some separation from Akari as she caught her breath.

[Marspell]

As her long slender knee buried itself deeper and deeper into the small of Brookes back, Akari smiled. Her opponents shoulders and back continued to twist, further and further, her arms dangling. Brookes lithe form was mostly exposed to the audience and the cameras, reminding people why she was a model prior. Her perky breasts poked up, as her tanned midriff was lifted to the heavens. Her chest fell rhythmically, with the twisting of it forcing her ribcage to pop out to be visible. Brookes face also looked cute and pudgy as always, but had now also been morphed and molded into a groaning mass of agony, as her joints bent further and further back, at the hands and knee of her muscular tormenter.

Akari laughed as her hair dropped around her and collected on her forehead, giving her bangs. She enjoyed positions and holds like this far more than she should secretly. It gave her a mild turn on, basically turning someone into a living pretzel. She silently bit her lip slightly, as Brooke groaned in pain. Both girls by now had become somewhat exhausted, and the lights shining down on them gave them a look as if they were glowing, due to each girl being coated in a light sheen of sweat.

Suddenly, Brookes hand flew into a fervor of motion. The downrange diva reached behind her, and grabbed akari, wrapping her arms around her opponent's neck.

"Hey!" Akari yelled, surprised at the resistance.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she yelled, as her opponent pulled forward. Brooke caught Akari off guard, but the teen was still surprised with the amount of force and strength she put behind her throw. She felt Brooke flipped her over. She felt her back slam onto the mat, and bounced once, yelping out loudly, and nursing her back, stunned. She tried to scramble away as fast as she could, hoping Brooke would do the same, allowing both girls to reset.

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke roared with exertion as she pulled Akari off of her, a more physically demanding feat than almost anything she'd ever done. She didn't even really know how she found the strength and will to not only throw Akari away but to flip her fully onto her back! Maybe it was the slight slick of sweat that covered them both, or maybe it was the sheer rage thrumming in her veins, still burning at the thought that Akari wasn't taking her seriously. Either way, she was free... for now.

"Thought... you were gonna 'demolish' me..." she panted, watching as Akari started to scramble away. With her body still aching from Akari's efforts, she shakily rose to her feet, quickly backing away herself. As much as Brooke saw herself as a submissionist, her opponent was clearly on another level. If the black-haired teen took her to the mats one more time, Brooke didn't know if she could take what would happen next. Her skill reminded her of her teammate Julie's brief lessons on traditional wrestling.

... But if Akari was a traditional wrestler, Brooke wondered, how much experience did she have in a pro-style setting like this? Maybe that was Brooke's way out! As she backed up, Brooke looked at the ropes behind her and started to get an inkling of an idea. She sped up her backwards trot, stretching out the ropes as far as she could... then rushed forward, flinging herself right towards Akari! Brooke stuck her leg out, hoping to catch Akari right in the face with a brutal kick!

[Marspell]

Akari grunted across the mat, both at her opponent. Both girls had been reduced to tired, panting, savage shells of themselves. Akari watched Brooke like a beast watching its prey, and responded in kind as the girl called across the mat.

"I can take my time wearing you down before I break you... heh" she chuckled and licked her lips. The throw had hurt more than she made it seem, and her back still stung. Her black hair clung to her face as she leaned her arm on the ropes, opposite to her opponent across the ring, catching her breath. Slowly, she made her way back to her feet, and watch Brooke across the ring, ready to take on her pudgy faced lithe opponent. Her trademark confident smirk came back as Brooke also began to slide her way back up. It was like they were both in a Mexican standoff, neither one wanting to make the first move, until...

Brooke sprung into motion, but not in the way Akari expected. The former model slid back, and bounced from the ropes, flinging herself forward in a flash. Akari just barely didn't have enough time to dodge, and the Downrange Diva nailed her right in the cheek with a sharp kick. The audience gasped as Akari tumbled to the floor, completely stunned for an instant, her skull reverberating. The teen slowly came to her senses and could taste blood in the back of her mouth. She tried to crawl away and get away from Brooke as fast as possible.

[FreestylePoet]

A torrent of sweat sprayed off of Akari as Brooke's kick found her opponent's cheek. She wasn't much of a striker, but at the speed she was going and on the spot that she hit, Brooke was sure that the attack hurt nonetheless. Still, she didn't have time to take pride in her work. Now she knew what kind of moves to pull out against Akari -- strikes and pro wrestling tactics. As the black-haired girl started to crawl away from her, Brooke bounced back against the ropes once more.

"You won't get away!" she screamed, filled with passion and will.

As she whipped back off the other set of ropes, Brooke leapt into the air, hoping to catch Akari with an elbow drop -- one that was much more intentional than her first one! She'd had luck with elbows before, so hopefully this one would hit its mark. If it didn't, though, or if it didn't hurt Akari as much as she hoped, Brooke would be right back on the mats, where her foe was at her deadliest!