Katsumi Oshiro vs Chiyo Hamamoto(D) - A Spark Ignites

[PuroQueen]

Dollops of sweat dotted the canvas around Chiyo weathered body, a wet imprint searing itself on the mat around her prone form. It took a surprising amount of energy just to glare up at Katsumi, her eyes filled with fire as she struggled to stay afloat in the world of pain she was currently in. The ring shook as Katsumi came roaring closer, leaving Chiyo to clench her teeth and close her eyes in anticipation for more misery.

Except it never came! One eye slowly squinted open, her head titling slightly in search of her opponent. No it couldn't be... yes, Katsumi was actually hesitating! Chiyo had to strain her vision amid the blurred and spinning world around her, but there was no denying it, Katsumi actually looked... sorry for her!

The rookie didn't know what to think. She felt like she had just witnessed a true rarity indeed, a sliver of humanity in her otherwise dastardly foe.

But on the one hand, she felt angry and spiteful. To be pitied by someone like Katsumi seemed like far worse a defeat than any pin or submission. You had to be a little crazy to want to be a professional wrestler, true, but Chiyo chose this career for a reason. Because with it, came a chance for greatness. A chance to rise to the top, to be known and admired for things that stemmed from the heart: Bravery, Honor, Passion. Sure, she could have been a ditsy nurse, or tolled her life away in a cubicle someplace. But no, she chose the squared circle, and no matter how much screamed, or sweat, or bled, Chiyo knew that it would be a decision that she would never, ever regret.

With a deep breath, Chiyo locked eyes with her opponent, lips quivering as she dared to challenge the woman once more. "Well... is that all you got?"

Murmurs turned to cheers as Chiyo let her defiance be known aloud. Unfortunately for her however, that indeed was not all that Katsumi had in store for. Oh no, the Punk Princess was more than willing to make Chiyo a martyr of the ring if that's what she so desired.

Chiyo barely had time to process it as it happened. Her arms being trapped beneath Katsumi's toned thighs, and the punkette's fingers interlacing and cupping around her chin. A few agonizing seconds transpired before she reeled backwards with a harsh yank! It felt as if though the world had collapsed in on itself as Katsumi locked in the Yokaidzume. The double underhook chinlock was already a fearsome and excruciating move to behold, but with Katsumi's technical precision, physical strength, and unbridled malice, it was pure torture. Every fiber of Chiyo's being was screaming at her to give up, to throw in the towel before she actually endured serious bodily harm. But she refused to give up. She's a true fighter at heart, and pain was something she was going to have to get real cozy with if she wanted to be anywhere close to the serious contender she always dreamed of being.

And so, Chiyo endured, and persevered with a degree of willpower that was beyond impressive for a wrestler of her age and experience. But her efforts were far from stoic. Every second Chiyo endured, she also screamed. Soft dribbling groans at first, but it wasn't long until they transformed into all out squeals of agony.

"Hamamoto-san! Do you give up?" The referee asked, a look of genuine concern on her face.

Sweat sprayed from Chiyo's face, mixing with tears as she violently shook her head in a resounding NO. Unconvinced, the referee felt the need to ask once more, this time with even more urgency in her voice. "Chiyo-chan! Do you submit!?"

"GAAAGAH-uuah-UUUUUAGH!" The rookie continued to wail in anguish, forcefully pursing her lips before letting out a squealing, but definitive "N-N-NOOOOOO!"

Her neck was on fire, her spine felt like it's about to snap in two, and her arms are completely immobilized. She could feel her consciousness starting to slip away as the pain becomes too much to bear. But just when she thinks she can't take it anymore, something inside of her snaps.

With an almost inhuman effort, Chiyo began to use her legs to drag their combined weight towards the ropes. The heels of her boots dug into the canvas, using them like hooks as she clawed her way inch by inch to the edge of the ring. Her fingers were twitching, her legs kicking weakly but nonetheless slowly and steadily... she was making progress! It's was going slowly, and every inch feels like an eternity, but she was determined to reach that bottom rope. The crowd was on their feet, cheering her on, willing her to keep fighting!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi wasn't terribly fond of the goading from her downed foe. The difference between defiance and foolishness can be a very thin line, but being pressured to do more when things were clearly this rough felt more like a rookie in over her head! It wouldn't make much difference, ultimately, as the punkette's mind was made up, and she had chosen this route to better control whether or not Chiyo would be leaving the ring on a stretcher. But still! It bugged her!

And yet, she yanks. She yanks, and she pulls, and she squeezes with her legs, wrenching screams from the girl like one might wrench water from a sponge. The sweat-slickened skin makes for a semi-slippery mount; if Katsumi hadn't been sweating before, she'd certainly be getting Chiyo's sweat all over her with this entanglement anyway. But the hold remains locked in, the slender girl grappling onto her younger foe, trying to twist a show of submission out of her.

The Herculean effort to follow doesn't quite register for Katsumi at first. It seems like the wild, desperate squirming one usually gives in this situation. But as they begin scooching little by little across the mat, her eyes widen. She rears back a little tighter, pulling the girl's face towards the skylights above to try to put most of her weight on her hip, rather than any knee. But the worst of it has yet to sink in.

And anyone who's watched Katsumi apply this hold in the past knows Chiyo's only endured the start of it.

Her right hand withdraws from the girl's chin, letting the left remain hooked under her jaw and pulling back. The hold remains tight and stiff, but no longer as painful as it was before. This is intentional - to give Chiyo a chance to breathe. To let the pain she's endured soak in. But the pattern deviates briefly as she blasts her freed elbow into Chiyo's waist to discourage her from squirming anymore just yet!

"Down, girl!," she scolds. Then, the hand raises, fingers splayed, signaling to the crowd. Katsumi wants to do more than just the one elbow-shot a little different. She wants to really feel this next part. She wants it more raw. More visceral. The hand lowers again, bringing her wrist to her mouth, where she bites the strap of her glove to tug the fastening loose. With a few jerks of her head, she pulls the glove off. The glove is then taken, and pitched out of the ring and into the audience. That's someone's trophy tonight. Another thing she's never done before!

Then, the bared hand moves to the front of Chiyo's throat, threatening to choke! But no pressure follows. Instead, as she keeps the opponent stretched against her ribs, she begins trailing her hand downwards. The palm brushes down her neck, fingers trailing in her wake, reaching the clavicle, her collarbone, down further, edging over her chest and approaching the swell of her breasts. The palm reaches the edge of her athletic top before flashing a coy smile at the audience and abruptly diverting path. Instead, her hand sets over Chiyo's stomach, keeping the girl tilted onto the side of her hip. Her palm and fingertips trace along the grooves of the girl's abdominals, brushing over the warm, sweaty skin, before finally arriving over her bellybutton.

Suddenly, she rears back to yank Chiyo's body agonizingly taut again. And those fingers curl, clamping down on her abdominals in an added stomach claw! The pressure from the backwards wrenching isn't as terrible as it was before, but now the pain will be shared in an entirely new way, the hand boring against Chiyo's belly!

"I forbid you from tapping," Katsumi growls to Chiyo. "I'm not done with you yet!"

The word is emphasized by a redoubling of the squeeze on her abdominals.

[PuroQueen]

There was no denying the small miracle taking place in the ring as Chiyo continued to crawl towards the ropes, making slow but steady gains despite the immense pressure of Katsumi's hold. The sweat on her body made it difficult to gain traction, but she refused to give up. Without warning, the pressure loosened, and Chiyo gasped for air, taking a brief few seconds to catch her breath. Katsumi's hold on her chin made looking back impossible, but Chiyo didn't need to see her opponent's face to know that Katsumi wasn't offering her any respite or mercy.

Sure enough, Chiyo's fears were confirmed by the equally tranquil yet terrifying touch of Katsumi's fingers trailing along her body. Every nerve in her body instantly went on high alert, and she shuddered as the cold sultry touch of her rival sent chills tingling down her spine. Chiyo could only gasp and sputter, unable to properly convey just how incredibly vulnerable, exposed, and powerless she felt as she just lay there, completely at the mercy of her opponent.

She tried to squirm and move away, but Katsumi's hold kept her locked in place. Chiyo's muscles tensed as the fingers approach the edge of her athletic top, and she can feel her face flush with a mix of embarrassment and fear. Her mind races with questions and worries: What is Katsumi going to do to her? Is she going to... no, she wouldn't! Right? To her silent relief, Katsumi's fingers passed smoothly overtop her chest region, gently gliding down her body while leaving a sweat trail in it's wake. Chiyo continued to squirm and squeal; she felt violated and exposed, powerless to stop her tormentor.

The psychological toll of the provocative display of dominance was just as great at the physical one, and their combined effects were finally enough to put an abrupt halt to Chiyo's retreat to the ropes. Chiyo tried to regain her bearings, to swerve her way around the mental roadblock that had been imposed on her by Katsumi's domineering touch, but that too was only heightened as Katsumi suddenly locked in a stomach claw hold! Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Chiyo's belly, the sudden, excoriating pain concentrating itself entirely around her navel.

Chiyo's mouth stretched wide open, but she had too little oxygen left to spare for a scream. The audience roared as Katsumi continued to apply pressure, and Chiyo could feel her strength fading even faster. Her muscles ached, and her vision started to wane as the pain continued to take it's toll. But still, she refused to give up, determined to fight until the bitter end.

She gritted her teeth, trying to hold on for as long as possible. In a weird way, Katsumi was right: Tapping out was not an option.

As Katsumi's grip tightened, Chiyo closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to push through the pain. She could hear Katsumi's taunts, but they only served to fuel her determination. She was not going to let this bully defeat her! With every ounce of strength she had left, Chiyo tried to push herself up, straining against Katsumi's hold. She knew it was a futile effort, but she refused to give up. With a final burst of energy, Chiyo let out a scream, trying to break free from the hold...

But it was no use.

The pain was too much, and she collapsed back onto the mat, her body wracked with agony. Her left leg twitched uselessly on the mat, while her right foot reached out hopelessly for a bottom rope too far away for comfort. While some in the crowd has switched loyalties, there was still a large contingent firmly in her camp. Steadily, they began to chant her name, encouraging the debutant to persevere no matter the odds. She could feel Katsumi's fingers still digging into her flesh, but the sudden outpouring of support gave her the strength needed to endure the hold for just a little while longer.

Biting the inside of her cheek to stifle any more screams, Chiyo suddenly realized that perseverance might be her only ticket out of this! Sooner or later, someone with an ego the size of Katsumi's wouldn't be able to stand the sight of such staunch act of defiance. Sooner or later she'd have to release the hold. Even if it was to transition into something, it was still a hope worth clinging on to...

[CyanDimitrik]

Bodies entangled, squirming and struggling together, the audience getting an eyeful of an almost primal struggle between the two women; like watching a tarantula coil and clamp onto a mouse, the struggling seeming in vain, but the defiance nothing short of a desperate struggle to survive the moment. Katsumi lived for these things. She craved these moments in the ring. Beyond intense, the audience feeding them both energy from very different directions, both knowing that by the end of the contest, only one will have her arm raised in victory.

When Chiyo came to a resting state but for the agonized convulsions, Katsumi knew this was it. Chiyo's fate was hers to determine. If she gripped the girl's stomach any tighter and wrenched back, she may yet force a submission. She could hold onto the other girl as long as it took, sweat-soaked ribs bracing along Chiyo's back. It was a thrill, dismantling her in front of the audience so clearly in her corner. But not out of spite. Chiyo's an athletic specimen. The glove had to be removed, because she wanted to feel her body cave beneath her. She wanted to feel out the other girl's abdominals, to wear down her core, slippery as the skin had become at this point.

But.

But.

This isn't the ending she wanted. Katsumi wanted something different. That's why she forebade her tap out. And to her delight - and admitted admiration - the girl has endured the pain. She earned something a little more finalizing. She earned not having to scream out her submission. Katsumi would, ultimately, end the match by lying over her, like a proper conqueror. Poised over the fallen body of her rival. And it'll be great. A perfect photo for the magazines.

But. Only after she'd carried out what she intended.

The hand eased up on Chiyo's stomach, until she's simply resting her palm against her skin. She leans a little more into her back as she unscissors her legs from her arm, and withdraws the hand from her chin. With a tug on her waist, she rolls Chiyo over onto her back, Katsumi sitting beside her. Her right hand continues to rest over Chiyo's belly, while the left hand moves in to her face. She promptly bites onto the wrist-strap of the glove and tugs it loose, only to pitch that one out to the audience as well. Now two of her gloves are out there amidst the sea of spectators, possibly destined for eBay, or a Katsumi shrine, or a cloning lab, who knows! Either way, Katsumi is now bare-handed.

Her head tilts to look down at the other girl, taking a few more seconds to simply breathe, chest rising and falling heavily with each pant. Her right hand moves in behind Chiyo's head, not seizing at her hair this time, but rather just pulling to ease her up to a seated position, and ultimately, stand her up to her feet with her. It's time to put her away...

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's world narrowed down to the excruciating pain in her abdomen, the claw-like grip of Katsumi's fingers digging into her flesh. She felt like she was being squeezed half to death! Chiyo's body started to tremble, and sweat dripped from her forehead onto the mat below. She could hear the audience cheering and booing, but it was all background noise. All she could focus on was the intense struggle against Katsumi's hold. Chiyo felt trapped and helpless, but she refused to give up.

But then, unexpectedly, the pressure eased up, and Chiyo gasped in relief. She felt the grip loosen, and she took a deep breath, grateful for the brief respite from the excruciating pain. Her muscles relaxed for a few blissful seconds as Katsumi kept a steady grip on her, the calloused skin of Katsumi's fingers brushing against her own. She looked up at Katsumi, eyes full of anticipation and wonder, feeling a glimmer of hope in her heart.

As Katsumi rolled her onto her back, Chiyo felt a flicker of ambition. She knew that this was her chance to turn things around, to make a comeback. She struggled to sit up, gritting her teeth against the pain. Chiyo was determined to fight back with everything she had left. As Katsumi eased her to her feet, Chiyo struck.

With a sudden burst of energy, she attempted to slam her elbow into right between Katsumi's ribs, aiming for a critical blow to immediately stiffen her opponent! Another one would follow soon after, punctuated by a loud stomp of her foot as she sent a third flying right into Katsumi's gut! Her eyes were blazing with determination and grit, and her heart was pumping with adrenaline.

Her goal was to double over her opponent with the quick and successive strikes, leave her winded, slightly lowered and unable to respond. If she was successful, Chiyo would then attempt to reassert herself by setting up would would perhaps be her most daring feat yet. Grabbing onto Katsumi's arm, the rookie would attempt to pivot underneath the limb, leveraging her opponent's elbow against her shoulder. With a loud, painful grunt, Chiyo would hunch over, using her grip on Katsumi's limb to control her momentum and send her tumbling over onto her back with an over-the-shoulder arm drag!

[CyanDimitrik]

One of two things happened here. It couldn't be anything else. And it couldn't be both of them. Either Katsumi greatly overestimated the amount of anguish and damage she'd been inflicting on Chiyo, or Chiyo just dug deep and cracked her final E-tank. Nerdy references aside... she suspects it's the latter. Fueled on desperation and adrenaline, unwilling to surrender her inaugural match... crap, she's starting to like this girl. Like, actually like her. But it comes as a bittersweet revelation when the elbow first slams into her stomach.

"HUAGH!"

Katsumi, taken completely by surprise and unfortunately taking the shot right where the previous elbowdrop had landed, is left staggered in front of her. Her hand has slipped from the back of Chiyo's head to resting on her shoulder, bright green eyes affixed to those big doe browns. Then the kick comes, with enough force to bump Katsumi's boots a couple inches into the air. "UNGH!"

The hand slips the remainder of the distance, leaving the Punk Princess doubled over in front of her, clutching her stomach. "Huhh.. huhh..," she wheezes, breath shaky. She hangs in that position, stunned and a little mortified at what may come next. She knows she can't uncurl yet, her head feeling heavy, and arms insisting they stay right there to protect her beaten midsection. That means she's completely vulnerable to whatever comes next. And soon, she finds her arm manually taken, Chiyo's frame twisting into the limb and leveraging it to send her already forward-balanced self up and over! She swings like a ragdoll, slamming hard onto the mat on her back!

"Aahn!"

Her back arches as she cringes, eyes screwed shut before she drops flat to the mat. One arm rests over her stomach, the other arm - well, that either remains Chiyo's captive, or drops limply to the mat in her daze.

[PuroQueen]

It had required almost every last morsel of energy she had left in her, but Chiyo had finally begun to turn things around! The keyword being almost. Chiyo still had a little gas left in the tank for a move she had been dreaming of pulling off ever since she first heard Katsumi speak. The kind of move that would make a heel like Katsumi think twice before ever crossing her again!

The judo throw would leave Katsumi in a vulnerable position, one that Chiyo had to quickly take advantage of. Chiyo's hand had been clamped onto her opponent's arm throughout the throw, meaning that even as Katsumi flipped and hit the ground, Chiyo still maintained leverage over her opponent. While time was of the essence, Chiyo couldn't help but take this moment to appreciate how far she had come. Beaten, battered, stretched, and screaming, Chiyo had endured it all with her dignity and willingness to fight still intact! She threw her free hand into the air, reeled her head back, and let out a mighty victory cry for all the arena to hear! The crowd joined in her moment of triumph, chanting, cheering, and rejoicing as she was now on the cusp of a comeback.

Hyped up and energized, Chiyo prepared her counter-assault. She immediately rolled into action, somersaulting against the mat with her opponent's arm still in her grasp. Her legs slid into the perfect position wrapped around her opponent, one overtop of Katsumi's neck, with the other hooking between her opponent's arms, the intricate webbing of limbs and skin chafing together to form a combined armscissor and headscissor!

But that was only the start of Chiyo's ambitious reversal. Her hand would intertwine with Katsumi's arm, bending it harshly against the shoulder joint. Chiyo clasped her hands together, one arm passing through the leg applying the headscissors and the other going under to meet at the back of Katsumi's head. Chiyo wrenched Katsumi's neck upwards and to the side, while her leg applied excruciating and opposing downward force. The torquing motion would apply unbearable pressure to the shoulders, head, and back, just the kind of pain Chiyo figured Katsumi deserved after all the undue torture she had been forced to suffer through herself.

In the face of adversity and on the verge of defeat, the debutant was attempting to end this once and for all by locking in one of her most complex and painful finishers: The Chiyo Choke!

Chiyo Choke

[CyanDimitrik]

Back throbbing and her core still clenched up from the punishment she'd just taken, Katsumi isn't in much condition to struggle away when the setup begins. She isn't even mentally focused enough to comprehend what's happening. First an arm loops her neck? Then legs around her arms? And also her neck? It's a tight, limb-centric hold, and-

Chiyo clenches. Katsumi screams.

Arms locked back, shoulderblades compressed backwards, but with nowhere to go! Katsumi's lower half thrashes against the mat, legs pinwheeling, hoping to God she might score a lucky kick against her opponent, but she's nowhere near range! Even with Katsumi's flexibility, she's forcibly hunched inwards and unable to get that flexing snap motion to try anything even remotely Bruce Lee-esque!

The referee drops beside the pair, wide-eyed. "Oshiro! Do you submit!?"

The Punk Princess is barely able to articulate, feeling the pressure closing in around her neck. "Nnghh-...! Aa-AAGH!" Her boots thump against the mat repeatedly, unable to do anything but suffer, yet needing some form of action to try to decrease the pain. It's not really helping. It's a placebo, at best, and an extremely short-lived one. Her heart has lept into her throat, her trapped hand trembling, her breathing growing more and more shallow as evidenced by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the golden studs catching those overhead lights in dazzling brilliance.

Recognizing Katsumi's unable to speak through the pain, the referee tries to hover near her face. "You have to tap if you submit!"

"Nnhh-!" This sound emerges more as a whimper, her pitch turning more airy and desperate. A million thoughts are running through her mind. Would it be the worst thing for her to submit here and now? She has her. She has her. She doesn't have the strength to power out of this move. She can't tuck and roll to freedom. Every second is torture, and her screams are only humiliating herself.

And the squeeze... that squeeze on her neck... breathing is becoming harder with each passing moment. Nevermind the compression on her body adding to the strain, she practically has her in a lateral triangle choke.

The wheezing whimpers continue, and the thrashing slows to spasming, useless kicks. Her free hand lifts, fingers tapering flat and hovering just over the mat. The hand quakes, Katsumi's eyes squeezing shut.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo never thought the screams of a fellow wrestler could be so satisfying, but as she hears Katsumi's agonized cries, a thrill courses through her. She can feel victory within her grasp as she tightens the Chiyo Choke even further. Her opponent's struggles only serve to fuel her desire to win, and she revels in the sensation of holding someone so menacing and skilled under her control.

She can feel the tension in the other wrestler's body, the way her muscles are straining against the hold. It's clear that she's in pain, and yet Chiyo knows that she won't give up easily. But Chiyo was just as determined to hold on. She can feel the sweat trickling down her own body, the ache in her arms and legs from maintaining the hold. But it's worth it, if only for the satisfaction of seeing Katsumi squeal. Every fiber of her being is focused on maintaining the spider twist, and she can feel herself getting lost in the intensity of the moment.

And yet, even as she revels in the thrill of the moment, Chiyo can't help but feel a twinge of pity for her opponent. She had Katsumi to thank for knowing what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a brutal hold, to feel like there's no escape. But in this moment, she knows that she can't let those feelings get in the way. Victory was too important, and she'd come too far and gone through too much in this match alone to let it slip away now.

"You're not getting out of this one, Katsumi," Chiyo said, her voice strained and raspy. "Give up! Submit!"

But Katsumi's screams only grew louder, more piercing, as the hold tightened around her. Chiyo could feel the heat of her opponent's body against her own, the sweat and exertion making it harder to maintain the grip. Her muscles burned, but she couldn't let up.

Chiyo's breathing slowly became more ragged, and she could feel her heart pumping with mad, erratic beats. The hold was starting to take a toll on her as well, but she refused to let go. She started to ponder the possibility of Katsumi somehow outlasting her, but no, that was impossible! She was so close to victory... so, freaking, close!

As the seconds ticked by, Chiyo could feel her grip slipping even further, inadvertently and ever so slightly easing the pressure around her opponent's neck. Katsumi's struggles were becoming weaker and weaker, but her own body was starting to feel heavy and sluggish. She could hear the crowd cheering her on, urging her to finish the match. With a sudden burst of energy, Chiyo tried tightening her grip once again. She could feel Katsumi's body tense up beneath her, and a low moan escaped from her opponent's lips. Chiyo knew she had her now. It was only a matter of time before Katsumi would have to give in... she had to!

"T-T-Tap!" Chiyo begged, the sheer exertion causing her to stammer. "You can m-make it all stop!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Everything seemed to be crashing down around Katsumi. And the pressure mounting on her neck was reducing everything around her to a dull buzz, like waves breaking against a shore. There were only a few things that managed to stand out against the noise, the ringing of the blood pressure rushing in her ears. The referee demanding to know if she submits to the newcomer. The newcomer yelling at her. And... the audience.

"TAP!"
"TAP!"
"TAP!"
"TAP!"

"Aah-..." Her hovering hand trembles. All she's ever wanted in life was this. Being in the ring, soaking in glory, overcoming strong opponents, amassing fame. And it was all because she used to watch strong people on television, modern day gladiators struggling for dominance, one standing tall while the audience chanted their name.

But the audience is chanting for her to tap out. Even the ones who were on her side; the bloodthirsty ones, the edgelords. At the end of the day, they're happiest when someone's suffering. The newcomer, on her first day, had the audience chanting her name, calling out her moves. And now... this. It's heartbreaking. Hot tears have begun rolling down her cheeks, her struggling coming to subside. "Ehh-.. agh..," every pained sound choked.

Chiyo's words cut pretty deeply. She could make it stop. But.. this is hers. Her dream. Her life! She paid her dues already! And if she has to go out, it'll damn well be because she hit a breaking point! So with the referee's next insistent, "Do you submit!? Tap if you submit!," Katsumi thrashes, belting a sobbed, "AAAahhahah~.." There's a final twitch, and then, that's it. Her body gives out on her. The girl sags, motionless.

The referee's eyes widen. She picks up Katsumi's wrist and drops it. The arm hits the canvas limply. "ONE!," she shouts. She takes the wrist again, elevating it. Releasing again, the arm drops to the mat again. "TWO!," cries the referee. As she reaches for the arm, it stirs.

Katsumi had blacked out. The squeeze on her neck was too much pressure and the knockout came as a surprise. But the shouted numbers were hitting her like bullets, her survival instinct screaming at her to protect herself. Body numbed with adrenaline, eyes wide, but still trapped, her body writhes wildly on the mat. But somewhere between the slipping grip of the hold and Katsumi's mix of outrage and determination, she finally manages to speak clearly. A message for each of them.

"F-.. FUCK... OFF!"

Her hips buck, legs scissoring, and- she catches the bottom rope! Just barely at the ankles, and it's a loose hold, but it's hers, and she's clinging to it for dear life. Her vision obscured by tears, her breathing erratic, her arms feeling nothing but pain, and her mind loopy, but experience alone is keeping her focused on that lifeline.

"ROPES! Chiyo-chan, release her!"