Re: Yuki Kazikura vs. Skylar Jones - No DQ Match
Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2022 12:04 am
Yuki couldn't even imagine ending up in a position like this. Her heart was racing, and she desperately kicked her legs and tugged at the belt around her neck, yet nothing she did worked. Even for a no-DQ match, this was far beyond what she ever expected to be greeted with in the ring. This wasn't wrestling any more. Yuki wasn't even sure if it would be considered attempted murder.
Either way, as her teeth clenched in a grimace, her thrashing began to grow still. She choked and gagged, the strength draining from her body along with her air - but more than that, Yuki was paralyzed with fear. She'd gone into this match to prove a point, and to show her defiance in the face of danger. And she'd end it half-conscious, bloodied, and exposed to the world, if she'd even make it out alive at all.
But what truly made Yuki freeze in place came next, as Skylar drew a knife and pressed it to her cheek. The raven-haired girl now dangled as rigid and motionless as a statue, and her eyes stared back at Sky's, wide and unblinking. No. No no no. Skylar wouldn't do this. She couldn't. There was no way she'd ever go this far...
As Yuki listened to Sky's voice, she sucked in a breath and held it in her lungs. Her body tremored. She remembered the wounds she'd left on Amano, and the mere thought of them made her shudder with regret. They stood as proof of the time she'd gone too far; when she'd let rage consume her. If there was any evidence to the fact that Yuki's emotions couldn't be reigned in...that scar was it. And now...she was going to know the consequences.
Yuki couldn't even beg for mercy; the words died in her throat. She couldn't whimper in fear, or even shake her head. Her voice never rose until the knife's edge cut into her flesh. But when it did, it rose into a shrill scream that echoed up to the highest walls of the arena, as her body convulsed with pain. Yuki was already bleeding from her impact with the chair, but as Skylar worked her cut further across her forehead, the blood began to flow, covering her screaming face in a glistening crimson mask and dripping down to color her bare breasts. As she whipped into a frenzy, she didn't even care about the noose around her neck any more. She violently thrashed her body from side to side, throwing her head back and forth and kicking her legs. All it did was cause her to sway from side to side. But she was long past the point of conscious thought. Now, Yuki was a cornered animal, fighting with its last gasps to break free in the face of a fight it couldn't win.
But it was useless. Nothing Yuki could do could free herself. Between the pressure on her windpipe and the blood coursing from her forehead, her breathing slowed, and she grew light-headed and heavy. Her screams never let up until the moment they were abruptly silenced. But at last, her body fell limp, and everything went black.
Either way, as her teeth clenched in a grimace, her thrashing began to grow still. She choked and gagged, the strength draining from her body along with her air - but more than that, Yuki was paralyzed with fear. She'd gone into this match to prove a point, and to show her defiance in the face of danger. And she'd end it half-conscious, bloodied, and exposed to the world, if she'd even make it out alive at all.
But what truly made Yuki freeze in place came next, as Skylar drew a knife and pressed it to her cheek. The raven-haired girl now dangled as rigid and motionless as a statue, and her eyes stared back at Sky's, wide and unblinking. No. No no no. Skylar wouldn't do this. She couldn't. There was no way she'd ever go this far...
As Yuki listened to Sky's voice, she sucked in a breath and held it in her lungs. Her body tremored. She remembered the wounds she'd left on Amano, and the mere thought of them made her shudder with regret. They stood as proof of the time she'd gone too far; when she'd let rage consume her. If there was any evidence to the fact that Yuki's emotions couldn't be reigned in...that scar was it. And now...she was going to know the consequences.
Yuki couldn't even beg for mercy; the words died in her throat. She couldn't whimper in fear, or even shake her head. Her voice never rose until the knife's edge cut into her flesh. But when it did, it rose into a shrill scream that echoed up to the highest walls of the arena, as her body convulsed with pain. Yuki was already bleeding from her impact with the chair, but as Skylar worked her cut further across her forehead, the blood began to flow, covering her screaming face in a glistening crimson mask and dripping down to color her bare breasts. As she whipped into a frenzy, she didn't even care about the noose around her neck any more. She violently thrashed her body from side to side, throwing her head back and forth and kicking her legs. All it did was cause her to sway from side to side. But she was long past the point of conscious thought. Now, Yuki was a cornered animal, fighting with its last gasps to break free in the face of a fight it couldn't win.
But it was useless. Nothing Yuki could do could free herself. Between the pressure on her windpipe and the blood coursing from her forehead, her breathing slowed, and she grew light-headed and heavy. Her screams never let up until the moment they were abruptly silenced. But at last, her body fell limp, and everything went black.