[High Speed Match] Lily Menage vs Phoebe Justice - Fast and furious

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When the referee raised her hand to slap the mat for the third time, Lily closed her eyes. She was not one of those who were blindly confident of victory after a successful attack, but the brunette had reason to believe that the bell would sound in a second. However, when the referee's hand went down, her opponent violently jerked her whole body a moment before her palm touched the mat.

“Only two!!!” The referee said loudly and clearly, letting everyone know that the match was going on.

Once on her back, Lily continued to breathe heavily. Her opponent was able to find the strength to break the pin. Even after three German suplexes in a row. Clenching her left fist, the Black Crow hit the mat. Immediately after that, her eyes widened and she looked at her left hand as if it was not her body part, but someone else's.

“What... was that?” She asked herself mentally.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to look for an answer to this question. She'll be able to think about it after the match. Therefore, shaking her head slightly, the Englishwoman got up on one knee and grabbed her opponent's head. Straightening to her full height, she intended to force Phoebe to her feet while simultaneously locking her in a front facelock hold. With a deep breath, the Black Crow intended to grab the hem of Phoebe's shorts, then pull her up, thereby lifting the American woman upside down over the mat. With the final touch, Lily intended to plummet in order to drive her opponent's head into the mat with a devastating brainbuster.

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After the pin attempt, Phoebe was released, still crumpled in 2 after the hold. She could feel something hit the mat, as if in frustration, as she tried to fall forward. She realized that came from Lily. Perhaps she underestimated the Black Crow’s capability to emote.

Regardless of that fact, the match was still going, and Lily would go ahead and grab Phoebe from her folded up state, forcing her to her feet as the Black Crow trapped her head under her arm, lifting her into the air for a move…

…only for Phoebe to fight back, throwing her leg downwards on top of her rival’s head, trying to prevent the potential move, and force Lily to drop her forward, back onto her legs!

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Did she feel disappointed after she failed to pick up the victory? This question was like poison trying to enter her mind and distract her, but the Black Crow kept her composure. Still determined to win this match, she forced her opponent to her feet, and then prepared to use one of the most powerful moves in her arsenal.

But although she managed to lift the American woman above the mat, she did not have time to lean back because something crashed into her head. Lily's arms involuntarily relaxed and she let go of her opponent, simultaneously staggering back two steps.

"Gmmmmm..." she groaned painfully through her closed lips.

Putting her left hand to her head, and then looking at her fingers, she found that they were covered in blood. Phoebe's knee cut into the area of her eyebrow, which led to a incision and now a thin stream of scarlet liquid was flowing down the pale face of the Black Crow. Lily glanced at her rival, and although her amber eyes were still empty, many would have found that look terrifying.

Without any doubt the brunette intended to take a step forward, placing her right foot slightly to the left of her left foot. After spinning to gain extra speed, she was going to swing her left arm and hit Phoebe right in the chest with a spinning knife edge chop.

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With the amount of fatigue settling in from the fast paced match, Phoebe barely managed to drop to her feet from the upside down position once Lily released her. The world spun in her eyes for a few seconds as she got her bearings back, but a quick shake of the head returned her vision mostly to normal.

As Phoebe looked forward at her opponent, she realized that the Black Crow now had some colour added to her that wasn’t there previously. Red. Her knee cut at the woman’s forehead as she slammed it onto her skull. Phoebe was a brave sort, but the image of the emotionless woman looking at her with an empty gaze, blood seeping over part of her face, was chilling.

Within a moment, she would turn her back to Phoebe, confusing the American before she fully turned to face her, as she rammed her arm into her chest after the spin!

”GGGGHKKK!!!”

Phoebe took a step back, holding her chest, barely keeping on her feet… but with a look of fierce determination, stepped forward, and spun forward herself, though as part of her spin, she would ram her leg into the middle of her foe’s body for a Solebutt Kick!

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When the edge of Lily's palm slammed into her opponent's chest, Phoebe screamed in pain, and the audience gasped loudly while the sound of the slap like an explosion rolled through the arena. The American woman staggered back a few steps, covering her chest with her hands, which gave the Black Crow a reason to continue the attack. She took a step towards her opponent, but before she could take a second step, Phoebe rushed forward with determination in her eyes.

"Gggghhaaa..."

The next second, Phoebe's sole slammed into Lily's solar plexus. The Black Crow's eyes widened in agony. Her mouth opened and saliva flew out with a strangled groan. The Englishwoman staggered back, leaning forward and hugging her stomach with her hands. She desperately tried to take a breath, but every time she tried, she felt a truly monstrous pain.

"I can't... breathe..." sounded in her head. "Is this... the end?"

Lily's gaze fell on the titantron. There was just over a minute left until the end of the match. But it will all end much sooner if she can't breathe. The muscle spasm in the area of her solar plexus was like rigid chains and any attempt to take a breath was accompanied by agony. And now, being in such a vulnerable position and so close to losing, Lily formed a clear thought in her head...

"No... I don't want to..."

Summoning all her willpower, the Black Crow inhaled sharply through her mouth and nostrils. Even at the cost of dizzying pain, she filled her lungs with oxygen, thereby dispersing blood through her body. Even for her to use this breathing technique a second time was dangerous, but if she had a choice between winning and losing, then her choice was obvious.

Using a short-term burst of strength, the Black Crow took a step forward, spinning to the left again, this time even faster, which caused several drops of sweat to fly off her body. The brunette intended to send another spinning knife edge chop to her rival's chest. But if successful, she would not have stopped, she would have made another spin, partially repeating Phoebe's actions, because with the second attack she was going to swing her left leg bent at the knee, and then straighten in order to send a spinning side kick to Phoebe's solar plexus.

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The kick rang true…even more perfectly than Phoebe thought it would. The emotionless beauty would double over in pain, gasping for breath after her solar plexus was struck. Phoebe was pretty banged up, but her foe was also slowing down quite a bit.

”One good shot would do it…”, Phoebe thought to herself, taking a careful step towards her foe…

…and would stop as she took a sharp, deep breath.

As much as Phoebe tried to maintain a poker face in her matches, it was difficult to hide her shock at how swiftly the Black Crow had recovered. This shock was just the thing Lily needed to strike, as she spun around and drove her hand across Phoebe’s chest!

”UUUGH!!!”

As she took a step back, Lily wouldn’t relent, taking a step towards Phoebe as she took her revenge on Phoebe’s attack, driving her foot into a smaller woman’s Solar Plexus!

”GYAAAH!!!”

The kick practically sent the detective flying, as she fell on her back, hugging the middle of her body, wheezing and coughing at the strike!

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The score itself meant nothing to the Black Crow, the win-loss ratio was the least of her worries. So why did she need to win and why was she willing to do anything for it? Because only at the moment when the referee raises her hand, she is able to feel at least something. She couldn't even describe it properly. But she was definitely sure that this feeling was worth any effort.

Spinning with incredible speed, she sent a hard chop into Phoebe's chest. This caused the American woman to let out a scream and stagger back. But this time the Black Crow was not going to give her opponent even the slightest opportunity to regain the pace. Spinning once more, Lily sent a hard kick into Phoebe's solar plexus, thereby both knocking the air out of her lungs and causing her to fall to the mat.

Lily took a step forward, but then suddenly fell to one knee. Breathing heavily, she placed her right palm on her forehead. This was a consequence of the fact that she had used her breathing technique for the second time. In addition, she was tired, which was evident from the bruises and drops of sweat on her body.

"Don't stop... not now... when victory is so close..." the Englishwoman mentally told herself.

Gritting her teeth, Lily reached out to grab her opponent's head. With one sharp movement, she intended to get to her feet, at the same time lifting Phoebe to her feet too. Her first attempt was unsuccessful, but this time she was going to do everything properly.

Therefore, accompanied by the screams of the audience, she was going to close Phoebe in a front facelock hold, and then to grab the hem of her shorts in order to lift her upside down over the mat. Barely holding back the groans of fatigue, the Black Crow was going to fall on her back to drive Phoebe's head into the mat with the help of a brainbuster.

However, if successful, she was not going to stop. She had too little time left, and the American woman turned out to be a really strong fighter. Lily couldn't risk, because if Phoebe broke the pin, the match would end in a draw.

Therefore, the brunette, still holding Phoebe's head in the front facelock, intended to roll back, and then wrap her legs around the American woman's torso, thereby closing her in a guillotine choke hold. Using what little strength she had left, Lily was going to strain both her arms and legs to either force Phoebe to submit or knock her out with the help of her critical finisher, which she named the crow's reborn.

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With air knocked out of her lungs, Phoebe would be easy pickings for Lily, as she grabbed the smaller woman back to her feet. As the Detective looked into her rival's eyes, she saw a clear indicator of a bit of emotion in her eyes. A fire of determination...a drive to win.

Following this was a quick lift off the canvas, and being turned upside down by the crow, followed by a quick trip down, straight onto her skull!

Phoebe had no energy or air in her lungs to let out a proper scream, especially as her foe swiftly transitioned into a Guilliotine Choke, crushing her body with her legs and driving her arm into her neck, making it impossible for Phoebe to breathe!

"GAAAH! Gwaaah..."

Everything went black. Phoebe was already breathless, and now she was stopped to stop breathing completely.

"Phoebe? What do you say?"

The Detective had no answer, as her vision looked blank. Ref grabbed her arm, lifted it into the air once, twice...and three time!

"She's out! Ring the bell! Lily, let her go!"

DING DING DING!

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When Phoebe's head hit the mat, many would say it was more than enough. However, the Black Crow could not afford to act rashly, instead, it decided to act in the most reliable way. Feeling almost no resistance, she blocked the American woman's access to oxygen, at the same time severely limiting her ability to move.

When the referee approached them, Lily leaned back, thereby maximizing the pressure on Phoebe's neck and torso, which soon made her opponent's body go limp. When the striped shirt lifted Phoebe's hand and then let it go for the first time, the Englishwoman felt her heart begin to beat faster.

"Come on..." sounded in her head.

She involuntarily glanced at the titantron. By the time the referee raised her opponent's hand for the second time, there were only ten seconds left on the timer. The Black Crow clenched her teeth, trying to control the shudder that ran down her back at the moment when Phoebe's hand fell lifelessly down.

"Come on!"

Even with all her composure, her heart almost stopped the moment the referee raised Phoebe's hand for the third time. And then came relief as her opponent's hand fell and the bell rang. The Black Crow exhaled as loudly as if it had been doused with a bucket of icy water. The brunette's body relaxed and she sprawled on the mat while Phoebe lay on top of her.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, the brunette gently turned Phoebe onto her back, then rose to one knee. Only now she realized that the audience was shouting and applauding, clearly impressed by such a fast and intense match. Looking around the arena, the Black Crow felt something warm in her chest. It wasn't related to pain or fatigue, it was something else. She didn't know what it was, but she clearly liked that sensation.

When she got to her feet, the referee raised her hand, officially recognizing her as the winner, after which she hurried to check Phoebe's condition. Lily looked at her other hand and was somewhat surprised to find that her fingers were shaking. She didn't know exactly what emotion she was experiencing at that moment, but the Englishwoman clenched her right hand into the fist and raised it above her head, while the right corner of her lips barely noticeable lifted.

When the noise subsided slightly, the Black Crow first looked at her opponent, who was already beginning to come to her senses, and then took a few steps towards her. For a few seconds, she just stared at the American woman, after which she extended her hand, offering her both help in getting up to her feet and a handshake.

"Good match..." a quiet, beautiful and melodious voice sounded, Lily broke the silence for the first time in the match.

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Naturally, Phoebe wouldn’t be aware of the happenings around her, not the check on her being knocked out, not the ringing of the bell to signify Lily’s win and her loss.

By the time Phoebe woke up, Lily would already be up on her feet, her theme playing in celebration.

”Mgggh…”, Phoebe let out in dissatisfaction at her loss.

A few moments later though, Lily would approach the Detective…and respectfully offer her hand to help her up. Phoebe would accept it, getting back up to her feet, though her other arm held the middle of her body, still having some light trouble breathing after the shots to her stomach and solar plexus:

”Mutual…”, Phoebe nodded, and gave her rival a firm handshake. With the show of respect done, Phoebe would roll out from under the rope, making her way backstage to allow Lily to celebrate her victory…