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

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Yuki wouldn't let up, even for a second. Even as Amano threw herself down on top of her, her fist was clenched and swinging at her head, her ribs, her back; anything she could get within reach. She panted and hissed as she strained her body through the motions, her teeth clenched and her eyes locked in a hateful glare. Yuki was throwing so many punches she was bound to miss a few, but that didn't matter to her, and she wouldn't let it slow her down. What mattered was that she was at least hitting some of them. What mattered was that she was trying.

The intensity didn't stop. Even as the fists flew, even as Yuki felt the thud of her opponent's body against her fist, she stayed in constant motion, wanting only to cause as much damage as she could before she would have to be separated from her foe. Amano taunted her, goaded her for more, but Yuki would only look back at her with a snarl. "HELL NO!!" she cried back, her own voice nearly unrecognizable to her behind the fury with which she spoke.

She watched as Amano raised a fist, poised to strike in retaliation, but that wouldn't hold Yuki back. She swung another punch, harder still than all the others, into Amano's skull, and at last she was bowled off, sending her rolling to the side. Yuki rolled up on her side, propping herself up on her elbow to stare back at her. Her chest and shoulders were shaking from every gasp she took. But as her eyes settled on the Demon, her face twisted into a grimace. Even if she might have felt the soreness from the strain of this match, this wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

Thinking quickly, Yuki rolled to her feet. She was in motion before she even gave it any conscious thought, running toward where Amano had fallen. As she closed in on her, Yuki hopped up, turning her body to land an elbow drop onto Amano while she was down!

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"Haah... hah... hah..." Amano laid on the canvas, the blood from all the punches and wounds starting to stain the canvas under her a dark red. Her head was spinning, throbbing with pain, and her vision was blurred. Yuki had given her one hell of a beating through her rage-filled punches. "Agh..." Still, Amano was conscious. She was far from knocked out despite the beating she got. Her adrenaline might had died out, but she still had the drive to keep going! She refused let things go into Yuki's favor now. And so as she saw Yuki take to the air for a brutal and painful elbow drop, Amano sucked in a painful breath.

"Hn!" She pushed herself up, a pain process. She could see Yuki running toward, see her take to the air for the elbow drop. There no way the Demon was going to just take that. "..." She glanced behind her, the barbed wires close to her feet. "Heh," With only a flash of a smile, Amano rolled out of the way, careful to not hit the barbed wire again as she got some distance from Yuki. It was time for her rival to feel the pain Amano went through.

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Her sights set on Amano, Yuki charged ahead like a raging bull. Normally, she would make these decisions with careful thought, judging each moment to ensure that she could get what she needed out of it. That wouldn't do now. Now, Yuki just needed to hit Amano, and hit her hard. Thinking would only slow her down. She gave no thought to caution or concern, only that the Demon was down, and she was ready to hit her with a running elbow drop.

Perhaps she should have been more careful after all.

Yuki was already in motion when it happened. As she began to descend, she had Amano in her sights, only for her opponent to swerve aside at the last minute. Her eyes went wide with a gasp as she saw she wasn't falling toward her rival any more, but toward the bare mat, bloodied from where she'd hammered Amano's head. There was no time left for Yuki to change her trajectory. She was on a collision course, and all she could do was brace for impact.

With a thud, Yuki landed on the mat, shaking the canvas beneath her. The pain of the landing shot up along her arm, and she winced, rolling over on her side to rub at her elbow. But Yuki couldn't stay down for long. Too much depended on it! Amano was out for blood, and above all else Yuki couldn't roll over and hand her the victory! Blinking back tears and biting her lip, Yuki rolled onto her knees, starting to climb to her feet as she faced the barbed wire ropes. She would be willing to fight through whatever she had to, as long as she wouldn't have to submit to Amano!

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"Hah... ha..." It honestly felt like time had slowed when Amano rolled away. Yuki's shock, her fall, even the sound of her body hitting the canvas felt like it took minutes. And when Yuki did land, Amano could see the bloody puddle she made start dying Yuki's yellow leotard red. It was... kind of intoxicating. Seeing her rival's struggling, her anger, Amano could help but feel a bit of excitement from it. And seeing Yuki bite through the pain and stand had Amano panting with a near lustful excitement.

"How'd my blood taste down there, Kazikura?" She sneered, licking her lips as Yuki started to stand. She took it all in, Yuki's tears, her frustrated look, her barely contained rage. In another match, in another circumstance, Amano might had wanted to befriend this girl after the fight. All the insults and taunts aside, Yuki was giving her one hell of a battle. Blood might have been shred and insults might had been traded, but settling things with their fists had Amano feeling light. Whether from the blood lost or her own excitement she didn't know, but this had to keep going.

"Wanna' taste yours next?!" With barely a second to spare, Amano struck her foot out, sending a heavy front kick right to Yuki's stomach and hoping to send her right into the turnbuckle and barbed wires behind her for revenge.

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Yuki turned around on her heel to face Amano, still on her knees, but locking eyes on her from across the ring. Her glare narrowed, her teeth clenching tighter. Her arm was still sore from where she'd landed on it, but that didn't matter. Yuki had something to prove - that she wouldn't let herself be held back, not by Amano and not by herself. The pain wasn't as bad as the thought of conceding to it, and calling everything she believed in into question.

Slowly, Yuki rose to her feet, keeping her eyes on Amano. She wiped away some blood from her forehead, the wound opened from the Demon's repeated headbutts, and as she shook the blood from her fingers her hand curled into a tight fist. Her breaths grew short and hurried, her heart racing faster. In most matches, she might be intimidated, but not this one. She was far past that point.

"Fuck...you..." Yuki whispered, only barely audible; if there had been an audience present, it would have been drowned out under the roar of the crowd. It was unusual for Yuki to use such language, and even now she did so in a hushed whisper. But if there was anyone who deserved such ire, it was Amano Jaku. At last, Yuki rose to her feet, staring her foe down.

And that was when Amano struck.

Yuki didn't have a moment to react before Amano thundered forward, swinging a kick up that nailed her in the gut. At first she gasped and groaned from the impact, but that would be nothing compared to what she felt next. As she was thrown back into the corner, Yuki felt the barbs of the wires encircling the turnbuckle biting into her skin. She threw back her head with a scream, her body awash in a pain greater still than anything she'd felt up to this point. Though she tried to twist and turn in an attempt to free herself, she didn't go far, her hair and clothing snagged on the wires. Any attempt she made to pull herself out only got her entangled deeper, her arms caught up in its wicked coils! Another scream was ripped from her throat as she recoiled from the pain!

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And like that, Amano got a bit of revenge, slamming Yuki right into the turnbuckle and seeing her arms and body get tangled in the barbed wire. The sight of the wire piercing her skin and outfit, the shrieks Yuki gave out, seeing her writhe and twist within the corner... it was exhilarating. Her rival in painful coils, her struggling only making the situation worse for it. It was the best vengeance after all the hits and blows Yuki gave Amano

"Ahahaha! HAHAHAHAAA!" It hurt her chest to laugh, every chuckle tightening Amano's chest, even being her to her knees just to continue. But Amano was still cackling, drinking in Yuki's pain. "HURTS, DOESN'T IT KAZIKURA?!" She shrieked, her yellow eyes taking in every moment of her rival's suffering as she moved forward to grab at Yuki's hair.

"Where's that cold look in your eyes NOW, huh?! Still think I'm just some obstacle in your way?! Still think I'm not worth your time?!"

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Yuki had been through a lot, in the four years she'd been wrestling up to this point - perhaps a short career compared to some, but no less full of excitement. She'd been dropped on her head. She'd been trapped in painful submission holds. She'd discovered she had a naturally low pain tolerance through it all, but she was determined to fight through it, proving she wouldn't let anything hold her back. Even when she'd nearly broken bones or dislocated joints, she'd fought through it.

But all that was nothing compared to now. Never in her career had Yuki been in anything on the level of a barbed wire match. But everything she'd experienced up to this moment could hardly measure up.

Hissing and whining under her breath, Yuki struggled against the barbed wire. It tore at her leotard and at her exposed skin, sending trails of blood running down her arm. Even as Yuki tried to pull free, she only succeeded at dragging her arm against one such barb, causing her to send out another scream as it tore open a bloody gash along her bicep. But what was perhaps worst of all was listening to the cruel taunts Amano threw at her all the while. The Demon wanted to get in her head, to belittle her, making her feel weak and helpless. Yuki had agreed to this match in order to prove she could, but now, Amano was determined to convince her she couldn't.

One eye squeezed shut as she looked back at Amano, her teeth clenched in a grimace of both pain and rage. Yuki's whole body shuddered with each labored breath she took, but she stared back at her foe regardless, through the blood dripping down her face. She wanted to cry out in pain...but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She knew that would be letting Amano get what she wanted. And Yuki wouldn't let her have that.

As the Demon closed in on Yuki, getting in her face as she grabbed at her hair, she spat in Amano's direction, doing the best she could to fight back given her predicament. This time, when she cussed Amano out, she didn't mince words. "FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, giving another twist of her body; this time, she didn't even wince as the wire dragged against her, one of the thin straps over her shoulders snapping in two as she pulled it free. "You know what I think of you!? By the end of this, I'll SHOW you what I think of you! You're DEAD, you hear me!?"

Yuki's own words fired her up just as much as Amano's own, and the intensity of their anger was growing white-hot. She kicked up a leg, aimed right between Amano's legs. Normally, Yuki would never think to go down such a route, but a match like this spurred her to lengths she never imagined she had in her.

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Amano nearly jumped at the sudden scream from Yuki, along with the harsh words she spat out. "... ..." She was stunned to silence for only a moment. You bitch... Even in this position Yuki was looking down on her. Still trying to keep herself on some high ground despite the words and blows exchanged. But even more infuriating was the lack of direct answer. "Tch," Amano gritted her teeth, pulling harder at Yuki's hair as she pushed her head into her rival's, forced their hate-filled eyes to meet. Even with her body painted red with blood, Yuki was still acting defiant, still acting as if she was on some higher ground. Even while bleeding and losing her outfit she was still screaming her superiority. Amano wasn't going to have it.

"Aaaah!"

But her spiteful retort turned to a savage scream. Amano expected a lot of ruthless moves from Yuki given the kind of match it was and the hate the two had for each other, but a low blow like that completely out of left field. Hell, it was borderline cheating! Amano's legs buckled, sinking to her knees, but she still kept hold of Yuki's hair, only gripping it tighter. "Fuck me?" She hissed, meeting Yuki's glare with bloody tears in her eyes. "Fuck me?! No, fuck you Kazikura!" She shrieked back, pulling at Yuki's hair. "You're just another bitch with silver spoon in her mouth thinking you're hot shit! Like every other asshole that thought they could pretend being better meant everyone else was dirt!" She gritted her teeth, fighting through the pain between her legs as she screamed out her retort. "I'll break you, Kazikura Yuki! I'LL DESTROY YOU!!" With fury in her eyes, Amano moved her free hand up fast toward Yuki's crotch, desperately wanting to squeeze and claw at it. If Yuki wanted to get dirty and use catfighting tactics, Amano would oblige her.

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Yuki herself was surprised at the will she had found in herself when it came to calling her opponent out. She winced as the words left her mouth, starting to shrink back as she watched Amano stare back at her, in just as much shock as Yuki herself was in those first few seconds. But Yuki shook herself. No, she told herself, she couldn't hold back. Not now. Yuki didn't believe in giving anything less than her best efforts, and this was a match that depended on her to never back down. She clenched her teeth, snarling at Amano as she felt her pull at her hair. And, in a desperate attempt to get her to back off, she kicked her leg up, kneeing Amano in the groin!

In the world of wrestling Yuki came from, a low blow like that was strictly against the rules. It was dishonorable - it was so cripplingly painful to target such a sensitive part of the body that it gave the attacker an unfair advantage. But there were no rules in this match, and no calls for disqualification. Yuki had to use everything she could to force Amano to stay down.

It was because of all Yuki knew about fighting dirty that she was anticipating Amano to go down, convulsing in pain. She thought that would buy her enough time to pull herself off the ropes. But even though Amano sank lower, she wouldn't let go - literally or figuratively! Her hands gripped Yuki's hair even tighter, yanking her head down off the barbed wire in the process and causing a chunk of hair that had been caught on the barbs to tear free. Their heads met one another, bloodied forehead grinding into bloodied forehead, as Amano screamed back in Yuki's face.

If they were still back in the gym, amidst the argument that had escalated things this far in the first place, Yuki would have a retort to Amano. She would tell her that she believed herself to be the people's champion, the girl with relatable struggles who the people cheered because they could depend on her. She didn't want to believe that she had the silver spoon in her mouth that Amano accused her of having; in fact, she tried to avoid positing herself as superior to anyone, wanting her wrestling talent to speak for itself.

But now, she knew that was wrong. In holding herself up as the hometown hero, Yuki had all this time been lording herself above all the people who didn't have what she had - a stable, upper-middle-class household with supportive parents, loyal friends, and a decent education. The people who never could have seen her as one of them. The people like Amano.

There was no time to argue about that. And there was no point in taking the moral high ground either, when both Yuki and Amano only cared about making the other suffer.

With little other resistance to offer, Yuki spat back in Amano's face, her saliva tinged with the blood that was dripping into her mouth now. "I'LL SHOW YOU DIRT!" she shot back. "You want to break me, FINE! But I won't go out without TAKING YOU WITH ME!!"

Despite her fiery words, Yuki couldn't do much, still tied up in the barbed wire. It was then that Amano one-upped her low blow with one even more devastating. Her fingers coiled like talons, the Demon grabbed at Yuki's crotch, digging her nails into her groin through the fabric of her leotard! At once, Yuki's whole body lit up like it was on fire. Everything hurt. She threw her head back so that her chin was pointed to the sky, letting out wails of agony as she thrashed against the wire in a desperate bid to make it stop, but only digging the barbs deeper into her back in the process. The tears flowed from her eyes now. It was simply too much to hold in.

Yuki couldn't hold back any more. Not if her opponent was going to hurt her like this. Even being stuck on the barbed wire wasn't as bad as this! She would have to one-up her, to put her down once and for all! If Yuki's low blow wouldn't stop Amano, she couldn't let this stop her either!

With a terrible roar, Yuki threw herself forward, at last yanking herself free of the wire. The adrenaline dulled any pain it might have caused her, and so did her determination not to yield to Amano. She tried to tackle the Demon onto the mat and get on top of her; if successful, Yuki would grab for her face, looking to dig her nails into Amano's cheeks as she squeezed and clawed at her skin!

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Amano could taste Yuki's blood as she screamed in her face, a rather sickening taste of salted metal in her mouth that ran hot. Almost as hot as Amano's own temper. It looked like Yuki was finally done being the arrogant princess she kept acting like before. The cold and indifferent look she gave was replaced with a furious and vengeful glare wanting nothing less than Amano's blood and suffering. And her savage cry only aimed further at dragging Amano into the ground. Thankfully, it was drowned out by Yuki's screams aa Amano clutched and clawed into Yuki's crotch, digging her nails into her leotard. "You can't drag me down when we're already in hell together, Kazikura!" She shot back, squeezing her just a bit harder.

Amano gave little reaction to her action or Yuki's screaming save for her own retort. It wasn't pleasing, not anymore. No, at this point it was just cold revenge, just an attempt to make Yuki suffer for as long as her body could manage. She didn't even bother taunting her any further. They were far past that point. This was only about destroying the other person now. And as Yuki started pulling away from the ropes and the wires, as the fabric of her outfit started to tear, as her bits of her hair stuck to the turnbuckle, as the gashes on her arms festered and popped, Amano no longer saw the cold and dismissive princess that wouldn't give her a second glance. In her place the Demon saw not a princess, but a wild animal before her.

And that animal lunged out of its cage right for her.

Yuki pushed pass what had to be pure agony to force Amano to the ground, slamming her down and mounting her in a wild tackle that had Amano's back landing in the small puddle of blood she had made earlier. It was rough and painful impact, making the Demon gasp out in shock and pain. But Yuki was far from done. "Aaaaaaah!" The catfighting tactics weren't over, Yuki viciously clawed at Amano's face, widening the gash that was already on her cheek as it bled over Yuki's hand. "You bitch! You fucking asshooooole!" She shrieked, kicking her legs about in panic, her bare ankles nicking wired and cutting at them. "GET OFF!" She clenched a fist, throwing a hook punch aimed right for Yuki's neck to try and force her off.