L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sally let out a sigh of relief as Yuki fell to the canvas, glad to get the match back under her control, and the blonde planned to keep it that way by keeping up her assault.

Sally lifted her leg as she approached the downed Yuki, and then jumped slightly, planning to come down with the weight of her extended leg slamming right into the smaller woman's bust. If she was successful, then Sally would scramble to reposition herself into a sitting position on Yuki's breasts, and deliver a left jab to her face.

" Ref. " Sally called, looking over her shoulder at the official in the ring, who only noticed that Yuki's shoulders were down after the blonde had called on her. Sally knew she wasn't winning here and now, but she was hoping to make Yuki waste some energy kicking out, even deciding to irritate the other woman with the intent of making her escape the pin more forcefully and in the process use more energy.

" You may as well give up now, it'll save you the heartbreak. " Sally taunted.

Having rolled onto the mat, Yuki groaned, her eyes drifting upward to stare at the lights overhead. Her jaw was aching, and she winced just thinking of how her opponent's kick had met it head-on. But more to the point, she had been set up for Sally to follow up on that - as she laid a leg drop straight across Yuki's chest! The pain going through her made her cry out, as she felt the blonde's weight come down against her sternum, sending her buckling.

Already softened up, Yuki wasn't exactly suited to defending herself from what happened next, as Sally climbed on top of her. She shrunk back and grit her teeth as she was forced to support the weight of the larger woman. "Ackph-!!" she gagged, her body being pressed against the surface of the mat. And this way, she was open for a jab to hit her cross the face, knocking her head to the side as she reeled back with a hiss.

Soon enough, the referee got over and began a count, getting in a "One!" before Yuki looked up to stare Sally dead in the eyes. Her brows narrowed, and she sucked in a breath as she listened to her taunts. While Yuki was a soft-spoken girl who preferred to let her actions get things across for her, Sally was clearly more boistrous - and Yuki knew when she was being talked down to. That was clearly the case here, but she didn't want Sally thinking she could get away with it.

"You...really think that's going to be enough..?" Yuki kicked out of the pin, using the momentum to roll herself to the side and escape from her foe. However, she didn't seem to be aware of Sally's grander schemes.

Sally didn't feel guilty about pummeling the women with a harsh punch when she was down, Yuki having beaten her around the ring similarly just moments ago. The blonde then tried to maintain her pin, but the smaller wrestler unsurprisingly kicked out pretty quickly.

Sally tried to grab Yuki after she kicked out, the lightweight using the momentum to slip out from under her. The blonde had no luck though as the other wrestler was quick to roll and scramble far away before Sally got to her again.

The midweight watched as Yuki got away, and stood up while clicking her tongue, realising that the best thing she could do would be to stand up to chase Yuki as soon as she could.

Sally made an exaggerated shrugging gesture and sighed, before smiling at her opponent, naturally the blonde seeking to get the last word in the conversation.

" Damn... I guess it'll take another 5 moves. " Sally said, doing her best to make Yuki frustrated, believing that an angry wrestler would be more prone to making mistakes or gassing themselves out early thanks to being too energetic in their wrath.

Yuki might have been small and slight, and she couldn't take as much damage as many competitors. But she was still prepared to give it her all, and she wasn't about to let this keep her down for long. Soon, she was able to kick out of the pin and roll aside, evading Sally's attempt to grab at her, as she straightened herself.

Keeping her eyes fixed on the blonde, Yuki continued to climb to her feet. She dusted herself off and shook out her hair, but she quickly dropped into a stance with her fists held in front of her, watching her opponent closely. Sally still taunted her, and Yuki grew tense, her fists clenching tighter. She had to breathe, she told herself. She couldn't get carried away. She knew she could handle this.

Sally was baiting Yuki into charging her, but whether or not the Japanese girl was aware of this, she still wasn't going to move. Rather, she was going to wait and see what Sally would do next so she could plan matters accordingly, keeping up her stance and watching her foe. "I think it'll take longer than that...especially with your luck," Yuki added, throwing in a verbal jab. While Yuki was normally a good sportswoman and above making such remarks, perhaps Sally was proving a bad influence on her.

Sally expected to frustrate her timid foe into walking right into her trap, even getting frustrated when she instead stayed back and verbally matches her.

" Huh?! I don't need luck anyway! Everything your dumb lil napoleon ass does is part of my master plan. " Sally retorted, walking closer to the other wrestler, then putting her arms behind her head and smirking as she stared down at her foe, just outside her range.

Sally had a tendency to get lost in her own theatrics, as well as a tendency to forget that she in fact wasn't the christ figure of the wrestling ring.

Sally was ready to dodge or absorb whatever Yuki threw at her, or at least she thought she was, the blonde believed that nothing Yuki could do would harm her enough to make her regret her mocking.

Yuki Kazikura was a nice girl. When she wrestled, she wasn't one to worry about settling personal grudges, or getting back at anyone. She only saw it as an athletic contest to see who would emerge the best in a trial of mental and physical fortitude. Often, she would end up learning more about her opponents through their match, and would come to respect them, if not always as friends at least as fellow competitors.

But even she had a breaking point. Even she had a threshhold. And Sally was testing that.

With more and more of the blonde's taunts coming down on Yuki, she began to tense, gritting her teeth as her fists balled at her sides. She was trying to put forth her best effort; she always gave it her all, and it had gotten her far in her career, even to a title shot. And when Sally still wasn't taking her seriously, going after the low hanging fruit of mocking Yuki's size, there grew to be a point where something had to be done.

"C-Cut it out-!" Yuki suddenly blurted out. It was rare for her to act on impulse or to do anything without thinking it through, but that was what happened here - as she lashed out with a harsh slap aimed right across Sally's cheek!

Sally's head tilted to the side thanks to the momentum of the slap, the sudden pain so intense that her reaction consisted of only a frown and a silent seething frustration and anguish, a primal response to having pain inflicted.

The blonde turned back to face Yuki, sucking in her jaw to try to suppress the stinging sensation that gave no sign of going away anytime soon, Sally listened to Yuki more closely than she had previously, her message being loud and clear, and for once the midweight didn't shrug it off with a joke or boast.

Instead Sally threw her shoulder forward, twisting her body to the side and stepping forward as she attempted to raise the smaller wrestler's slap with a simple, but emotinally charged right hook. Sally throwing her full body into her attempted strike, it was more of a street brawlers reckless punch than that of a martial artists trained strike.

It was more impulsive of a move than Yuki was used to, and the dark-haired girl stood where she was for a moment, staring out blankly as her palm hung in the air. Was she letting her emotions get the better of her, she asked herself? But then again, Sally was really pushing the limits of her patience. Yuki huffed, looking back up to focus on Sally and prepare herself for her next move.

There, sure enough, Sally was quick to throw herself back into the action, as she swung a fist her way! Though Sally clearly wasn't pleased with the joshi wrestler, Yuki could recognize that her form was off. She was being reactive and hurried, throwing a punch only as a reaction rather than as a calculated effort to inflict harm. Yuki wondered if her own slap fell into that category - but she also recognized that this was something she could handle!

If Sally wasn't focused, her aim would surely be off. Yuki swung herself to the side as she saw the blonde come near her, getting out of the encroaching path of her fist. Then, she would swing herself back around as Sally came to a stop, her arm out and rigid as she tried to land a well-placed chop into her sternum!

"That's how you do it," Yuki said. It was perhaps more cocky than she usually was, but then again, maybe Sally needed it said.

Sally realised her mistake as soon as she felt her arm shoot forward uninterrupted, her eyes darting to the side as she saw Yuki dodge. The blonde was about to try to back off, but didn't even slightly move before her smaller opponent slapped her hand right between Sally's meaty breasts with a brutal chop, leaving a red mark.

" Aaahhhh! " Sally cried out, stopping to the side, her body arching to the side from the recoil of the impact, and the blonde holding her pained chest from the blow. The blondd clicking her tongue in frustration when Yuki taunted her.

" S-shut up. " Sally grumbled.

" Fluke. " the blonde insisted, trying to turn to face Yuki again, the stinging sensation from the chop making her slow to move and react, and her need to get the last word making her even more vulnerable to a continued attack.

It seemed, Sally was in for a beating. Which the crowd seemed excited for, eager to see the smaller wrestler establish her dominance as this became somewhat of a grudge match.

Even after her strike had landed, Yuki didn't stray far from where she stood, her eyes locked onto Sally with a piercing glare as she held her arm out in front of her with a huff. It seemed her last strike had hit Sally hard, from the blonde's reaction. But still Yuki wasn't quite satisfied. She had Sally in her sights, and it was about time she got payback for being so belittled.

Yuki dug her ankle against the canvas, trying to keep her anger under control even as she listened to Sally taunt her. She grit her teeth, growling softly to herself. "You'll se how much of a fluke it really was..." Yuki drew back her arm again, aiming another chop across Sally's chest to keep up the pressure on her and get her under control.