Akari Fujiyami vs Brooke Betancourt

[Marspell]

Akari merely grunted once as a spray of spittle and sweat flew through the air. Brookes foot had found its mark right on Akaris cheek as the teen grappler crumpled to the floor like a sack of vegetables. She panted hard, visibly shaken as her opponent had seemingly found her groove. From a slit between her now scraggly mop of black hair, Akari saw Brooke step back and swing herself off a set of ropes again.

The freckled girl bounced off the ropes gracefully, and charged at Akari once again! Akari braced, and looked for any way to stop Brooke, but she had to little experience within the world of pro wrestling, and didn't really know how to prevent something like this, or predict what her opponent was going to do until she was already up in the air, elbow extended.

Akari groaned loudly as Brookes elbow embedded itself right in her stomach and abdomn, folding in around Akaris caving chest. The Black haired teen gasped for air as her lungs completely depleted from the strike. She coughed profusely, and her stomach hurt like hell.

"Please..." she groaned between struggled coughs.

"Please, stop this," Akari pleaded in a feigned gasp for help. If Brooke trusted her opponent, Akari would once again get ahold of the girl, wrapping her arms around her opponents midsection, and flipping over backwards, suplexing Brooke.

[FreestylePoet]

When her elbow met Akari's gut, Brooke's pride swelled within her. She was on a roll, now, stringing together a number of attacks that she'd never have expected to pull out in a match! Beyond that, it seemed that her strikes were having an effect on Akari, given how she was currently gasping for air and begging for a swift end to the match. Surprisingly, she didn't feel bad for the black-haired girl -- not one bit. She knew what she'd signed up for, and besides, both of them had caused each other a lot of pain so far in this match. If Akari wanted to play rough, then rough was what she'd get.

"I'll end it, alright..." Brooke rose to all fours, already atop her opponent. She reached over and pressed her palms against Akari's shoulders, pinning her to the mat...

But she wouldn't even get to hear the referee's first count, as Akari swiftly wrapped up her midsection, bent forward, and flipped Brooke overhead! Her yelp of surprised pain was muffled as her face was plowed into the mat! She managed to prop herself up slightly on a forearm just to avoid the pin, but with Akari's tight grip across her body, she couldn't do much more. All of a sudden, Brooke went from being on the edge of victory to right back where she didn't want to be -- on the ground with an aggressive Akari Fujiyami.

[Marspell]

Akari coughed again, and smiled once more. Even though her suplex hadn't fazed Brooke as much as she thought it would, she had the initiative again, and brought brooke back into her world of submissions and ground game. Her arm muscles flexed as she began to knead brookes chest with them, crushing it together in a strange bearhug position, as she held the pin. She could feel brookes tender, fleshy chest and abdomen mold around her arms. It felt downright erotic to the muscular teen. Her face an angry scowl, she continued to work brooke, pressing deeper and deeper, digging her arms into brooke as far as they would go.

[FreestylePoet]

Suddenly, she felt her upper body get tighter and tighter. Her breathing became labored, almost constricted, and her ribs started to creak with pain. Brooke's eyes went wide as she realized that her opponent was bearhugging the very life out of her from below! "Hkgh... graaaugh!" Her cry of agony was choked by Akari's grip, and all she could do was flail. One arm was still propped up, preventing the three-count from starting, but she still needed to get out of this hold fast!

Her free arm and both legs flailed wildly through the air before Brooke finally started to calm down and think through an actual solution. She raised one foot up and slammed it down towards the canvas, aiming for Akari's stomach! If she hit her mark, she'd try to roll off of her opponent's body. If she hit the canvas, she'd swing the leg up and back down again for a second attempt. Technically, if Brooke accidentally hit her in the crotch instead, she'd risk a DQ, but somehow Akari seemed the type to refuse such a win anyway. Besides, this was all she could think of with the air and life being squeezed out of her by her foe!

[Marspell]

Akari smirked as Brooke made gasping and choking noises. She felt her arms continue to press brooke inward, and could just barely feel them brush against her opponents ribs amid her soft fleshy skin. She loved the rush of power she was getting from crumpling brookes chest, and wanted nothing more than to stay interlocked with the downrange diva forever...

Then, Brooke began flailing wildly, trying to get away as much as possible. She could hear her opponents breath become more and more labored as she compressed her tender chest more and more.

"Think of this as payback for the elbow and everything else." She giggled.

And then Brooke really kicked things into gear and again made Akari eat her words. The petite would-be-model tried to buck and kick with precision, aiming a strike directly for Akaris already injured and battered chest. The girl gasped as Brookes foot dug itself into her chest. A mouthful of spit and saliva exploded from Akari across the mat. The teen let go of her opponent, and fell to the mat, practically sitting in the fetal position for a moment, nursing her chest. She was still stunned from the first hit when the second came. Her head fell back as Brookes heel practically molded into her now bruised and tenderized chest. Akaris head snapped back, and her entire body bounced off the mat, as again, a spray of spittle left the injured lightweights mouth. She rolled over, seemingly oblivious to her opponent, and tried to catch her breath as she crawled away again on all fours. Her stomach felt like it was twisted in a knot. She groaned loudly and clutched her injured abdomen.

[FreestylePoet]

When her foot found purchase in Akari's chest twice, Brooke still didn't find herself feeling all that sorry for the black-haired teen. After all her shit-talking and her smugness, a bit of a comeuppance was the least that she deserved, and Brooke was all too happy to be the bearer of bad news. The Downrange Diva quickly scrambled away from her opponent and rose to her feet.

She didn't expect to find Akari fully doubled over, clearly struggling to catch her wind. The fact that she'd managed to bring down such an imposing and experienced opponent was a little surprising to Brooke... but it also filled her with pride, with the belief that maybe she could make it in LAW. But to finish proving that to the whole LAW fandom, she needed to end this match with a win. She walked briskly over to Akari's fallen body, sitting on her lower back and kicking out one of her knees so that she fell from her all-fours position. Then, she grabbed one of her legs by the thigh and pulled as hard as she could, setting up a one-legged Boston crab! The move was simple, befitting a beginner like her. It was also fairly humiliating, being far more exposing than the traditional two-legged Boston crab. Most importantly, though, Brooke just didn't think she had it in her to wrangle two of Akari's muscular legs. Hopefully she was doing it right, even with one leg...

"How's this for 'working hard' and 'doing my best,' huh? What was all that you said about 'handouts'?" she screamed at her opponent, referencing Akari's pre-match trash talk backstage. "Give up already!"

[Marspell]

Still doubled over from brookes flurry of kicks, Akari groaned as she heard her opponent get closer.

"Nnnnn- agh!" She began but was cut short by another fit of coughing. She still hadn't fully recovered her breath, and she knew things were going to only get worse for her as she tried, unsuccessfully to crawl from Brooke. The downrange diva though, was merciless. Brooke pulled her back to the center of the ring, and sat down on the small of Akari back.

"Grk-" the mycular lightweight whimpered under the pressure, when she felt her knee kick out from under her. Akari crumpled under Brookes weight like a sack of cards. Her limbs extended in all directions as Akari groaned and tried to get up weakly, from underneath her opponent. Brooke was a lightweight but she was still very heavy, and it hurt to have her sitting on top of her the way she was, but things were going to get a lot worse for her.

Akari felt her leg get jerked upwards and instantly recognized a classic submission. Her leg began to twist back, bending and twisting her back along with it. Brooke may have been a beginner but she was clearly a natural with submissions as Akari bit her lip to supress a scream of pain. Her arms flew out, fingers extended, looking to grab anything as she slowly tried to crawl forwards, painful, agonizing inch by inch, making her way to ropes.

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke could feel it -- she was about to win! After all that bluster from Akari, after all the pain that she'd felt in this match at the black-haired girl's hands, she was on the brink of getting her first win in LAW -- and against a highly skilled opponent, to boot!

To finish the job, though, she'd need to actually get Akari to tap out. She was already bending Akari's leg back quite a bit, but Brooke noticed that tension loosening. Looking behind her, the ex-model saw that her opponent was desperately clinging to the canvas, trying to drag herself to the ropes and force a break. Given that Brooke was holding her back, Akari still had quite a hill to climb, but she didn't want to risk giving up this advantage.

"No!" she yelled, a mixture of surprise at Akari's actions and adrenaline-fueled anger evident in her voice, "I'm not gonna let you get away that easily!" She walked away from the ropes, dragging the black-haired teen across the mat and into the center of the mat. Then, she pulled back as far as she could, sliding her back foot farther behind her and leaning backwards herself, cranking up the single leg crab to an impossible degree!

"TAP, DAMMIT!"

[Marspell]

Slowly but surely Akari clawed and crawled her way forward, with Brooke seemingly not have caught on to what she was doing yet. Very slowly and gradually the pressure on her hip and leg decreased as Brooke bent it further back. However, the Downrange Diva finally caught on!

"Grk-!" Akari yelled as Brooke jerked her leg back. The tanned teenager tugged Akari back to the center of the mat! There was no way Akari would be able to get to the ropes from here. Her leg was screaming and it felt to her like brooke was an inch away from snapping it. Akari couldnt take it anymore and finally, let out a scream.

"AGHHHHHHHHHH! Let Go! Please!!" She felt tears of pain well up in her eyes, but just as she was about to cry, and opportunity presented itself. It took the form of Brooke stepping backwards to deepen the hold. Akaris legs were screaming in agony as they were lifted impossibly high, but Akari saw a way out. She grabbed Brookes feet, and pulled them back, making the girl loose her balance!

If Brooke fell to the floor, Akari already had a plan to lock up the downrange diva again. She would flip Brooke onto her stomach, and grab her opponents legs, placing them one on top of the other, before kneeling on the small of brookes back and lifting them, locking her into a cloverleaf.

"How about you tap!" she yelled angrily, putting her all into cranking the submission and lifting brookes legs. She wanted to show Brooke the hell she had had to endure herself, and punish her for the pain and embarrassment of the boston crab.

Spoiler

[FreestylePoet]

More pressure, more tension, more bending. That was all that was on Brooke Betancourt's mind right now. Desperate to defeat this harsh, unforgiving opponent of hers and take home her first win, Brooke continued to yank and pull and lean at Akari's leg. She wasn't a sadist by any means, but there was something satisfying about bringing this brutal woman to heel underneath her, something exhilarating about the way that the teen who was taunting and doubting her was now begging instead.

"I'll let go if you TAP, damn it- WHOA!"

Unfortunately, her single-minded focus on bending Akari's thigh in half put her in a precarious position. Akari took advantage of that by pulling Brooke's leg right out from under her! The Downrange Diva fell onto the mat, her face bouncing off of the canvas. "Oof!"

"What are you doing -- YAAGH!" Suddenly, Akari knelt onto Brooke's back, lifted both her legs, and leaned back as far as she could! Whatever pain that she'd just put Akari through was more than doubled, as both her legs were pulled back and folded in on each other. Her fist slammed the mat, not in a way that could be confused for a submission, but out of sheer agony at this hold.

"No! NO! Dammit, get the hell off of me! AAAGH!"