L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Guh.. fuck.. Dammit!" Xiomara cursed out as she held her back in pain following Yuki's last move. The damned brat was too slippery and quick for her to slip out of or counter attack. On top of that the onslaught was really starting to take a toll on Xiomara and her body which was now aching and sore with pain. If she didn't figure out some plan or last ditch strategem... god she didn't even want to think about that since it meant conceding the possibility that Yuki.. could win.

Glaring up at her hated rival as she made it to her feet Xio sent a wild swipe with her nails that hit nothing but air. Instead the Monegasque was rewarded with a kick to the gut! "Gah!" She cried out in pain doubling over breathless from the impact to her stomach, leaving her vulnerable for Yuki's follow up.

Something the dark haired girl wasted no time in setting up as her head was brought forward between the girl's legs. 'Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT!.' Xiomara thought desperately gritting her teeth having done enough research on her opponent to know that this was all part of her opponent's preparation for one of her finishers. Cursing again as she felt arms arms wrap around her lifting her up Xiomara cursed and struggled as best she could, but otherwise.. she braced herself for the worst....

But as if something in this universe was watching out for her Xiomara was saved by the sudden burst of familiar music from the top of the entrance ramp. Eyes widening Xiomara knew, just KNEW this would be her one and only chance to turn this match around. Reaching down between her waist and grabbing the hands locked around it Xiomara would grit her teeth as she dug her nails into the skin of Yuki's hands before prying them away.

If she managed to successfully do this and get herself to drop down safely back to the mat then Xiomara would reach forward digging her hand into Yuki's shoulder and forcefully turning her around. Reaching up and grabbing Yuki by her black pony tail Xio would pull the Joshi back while bending a knee in order to drive Yuki back and shoulder first into her knee!

But that wouldn't be it. If the blow to her knee worked and successfully dropped Yuki than Xio would take advantage of the girl's position to force her onto her side. Taking one of Yuki's arms and wrapping her leg around it to keep her trapped Xio would slide her hands grip from Yuki's shoulder to further up her arm before throwing herself back! Finally, the piece de la resistance, Xiomara would bring her other leg up and violently bring it down smashing her heel into the side of Yuki's face pinning the girl's head against the mat, conveniently facing the entrance ramp where the music and video on screen continued to play Rose Gold's theme, apparently on loop as Xiomara went to fully lock her finisher the sheer pain!

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This was it. The moment Yuki had the whole match turned around. Her heart was pounding, though not with fear this time but from the anticipation of a hard-fought and well-earned victory.

More than anyone else in this tournament, Yuki had a long and personal history with the Lightweight Championship. She had been the one to go after it first after Aoi Fukiwara had been pronounced the inaugural champion - and she, too, had felt the sting of betrayal first when Rose Gold had set her sights on elevating herself to the top of the Lightweight Division. If anyone deserved to win this tournment, Yuki believed it to be her.

And now, she was mere moments away from getting the rematch she had always dreamed of. She pulled Xiomara closer, arching her back and bending at the knees in preparation...

And then, suddenly, the music hit. In an instant, Yuki knew what that music meant. It had been burned into her brain after her match at We Are LAW; in fact, any LAW devotee was sure to recognize it instantly. The theme of Rose Gold - the champion herself.

Was she here? And where was she coming from!? No one appeared on the ramp, but for Yuki, if anythng that just made it worse! It wouldn't be the first time Rose had utilized such tactics - when Rose had attacked Aoi leading up to that fateful title match, she had come from the crowd, rather than from backstage as planned. Was she about to do that again? Was she about to cost Yuki her moment of glory!?

A change came over Yuki. While seconds ago she had stood tall and proud, about to make her move to advance in the tournament, now her face had gone pale, her eyes wide. She scanned from one side of the arena to the other, inspecting the ringside seats for any sign of Rose. But there was nothing.

She had to be coming from somewhere! Her music wouldn't just go off for no reason! But where was she? Under the ring? Hanging from the rafters? Every possibility Yuki considered seemed more frightful than the last!

"Rose!? Rose, where are you?!" Yuki called out. Tears began to stream down her face now at the thought of what Rose was going to do to her. She knew that she was about to suffer dearly, but she didn't know when, or how. "Rose Gold! Show yourself! This isn't funny-!"

She gasped for breath, her knees knocking beneath her. Her voice, too, grew more frantic, as she cried out in the voice not of a proud and victorious warrior...but of a scared little girl. "ROSE! PLEASE! JUST COME OUT ALREADY-! I CAN'T TAKE IT-"

And that was all Xiomara needed.

Just then, she ducked down, grabbing at Yuki's wrists. Her nails dug into the Japanese girl's skin, and Yuki let out a pained scream as she was being forcibly wrenched away from her opponent. Then, as she felt Xiomara grab at her shoulder, she gasped, her back arching backward as her balance threatened to give out. She was spun around to face out into the crowd, just before Xio yanked downward on Yuki's hair to pull her onto her raised knee!

"AAAUGH-!!" Yuki's screams broke through the arena as Xiomara pulled her down. Her spine took the brunt of the impact, landing with a thud against Xio's knee and leaving her coughing and gagging. She slumped off to the side, still in shock and unable to do anything to save herself. Yuki was completely helpless as Xiomara took hold of her one free arm with her legs, the motion further wrenching her already sore back before the Monegasque woman slammed her heel against her face!

Once again, Yuki screamed, her face reddening as the tears poured down her cheeks. She hurt, yes. But the pain was so much worse, knowing it came at what should have been her greatest moment yet.

Rose Gold'd music played for must what have felt like an eternity. A never-ending onslaught of pounding bass and electronica. And yet, the only sign of her was the one displayed on the titantron. But there was something off about this video. It wasn't what the fans were used to.

All of the self-agrandizing clips were replaced by a single twenty seconds. A shot of Yuki Kazikura, upended and trapped in the fangs of the current Lightweight Champion. Held upside down in a leg-spreading, groin-tearing truck submission. Her yellow leotard pulled flush against her femininity as Rose Gold roughly yanked on it with her free hand.

The music cut and the PA crackled.

"I'll never be as good as you!! You're the one who deserves to be fighting for the title, not me!!" Yuki's sorrowful howls were unmistakeable as they synced up with her surrender on the big screen!

"I'M SORRY!!! HAVE MERCY!!!" Her final scream echoed. Over and over again. The image on the bog screen mosaiced. Occurring five, ten, twenty, fifty times. And then it went black.

The PA Crackled again.

And was replaced by the Sinister Siren herself. Reliving Yuki's humiliation, Her triumph; had put a sadistic blush upon her cheeks and a cruel smirk upon her lips.

"Ganbare Yuki."

The words rang out. Truly, only meaningful for the two of them. Before the screen crackled, distorted, and snapped to black...

Yuki's heart was pounding. Sweat was dripping down her brow. The anticipation was killing her - she was hanging on a precipice, waiting for when the reason for Rose's music would finally show itself, and when the Lightweight Champion herself would at last arrive on the scene. It had gone on long enough, leaving Yuki in suspense, that it was almost enough for her to forget the pain of being stretched in Xiomara's embrace. Almost, before the pain caught up to her and her body twitched and spasmed with a pained moan - but either way, she was left waiting for the moment the other shoe would finally drop.

And at last, it did. But not in any way Yuki could have expected.

When Yuki looked up at the screen, she gasped, the breath falling dead in her lungs as her wide eyes were fixated on the screen before her. There, fifty feet across the jumbotron, was her. Her body hanging upside down, her face contorted in pain, and the outline of her groin only thinly concealed by the fabric of her attire as her skirt dangled uselessly in the air. And all the while, Rose Gold was behind her, holding her still as her legs were spread in her grip.

It only took an instant for Yuki to realize what she was seeing. The image reached her eyes in flickers, cut off occasionally by Xiomara's heel coming down again and again on her head, but it was unmistakable. It had been over a year since she had faced Rose at We Are LAW, the very match where she had first seen the ruthlessness her former friend would pursue the championship with. But it had been her most crushing and ignoble defeat, and the details were burned into her brain. And now, she was reliving them all over again.

"No..." she gasped out in a hoarse whisper. The blood rushed to her cheeks, her face going red. And then, she heard it. The voice. Her voice - the same voice that had once been proud and sworn to victory, now begging hopelessly for mercy. Her teeth clenched, and a shiver went down her spine, hearing it again. To many of Yuki's fans, such an admission of defeat was a painful memory. But to none was it more agonizing than to Yuki Kazikura herself.

With each time her screams played back, with each time her image came up again, Yuki's breaths came in quicker and quicker. Her teeth chattered, her legs kicked, but she could summon nothing that would knock Xiomara off of her. By the time Rose appeared again, issuing the same sarcastic congratulation that had been ever-present throughout their feud, Yuki couldn't compose herself any more. Her sides rose and fell with shudders, and tears ran down her cheeks. The thing she was most afraid of - her own failure - was now staring her in the face.

"Please...no-! Please, stop!" As Yuki's voice grew more and more anguished, her throat choked with sobs, she soon realized that Xiomara was still there, and she hadn't let up her assault at all. She was still holding tightly to Yuki, forcing her spine to bend back more and more, and the more she pulled back, the more Yuki sputtered and gagged. Her screams grew louder now, as thick with mental anguish as they were with physical.

Yuki had been winning. By all means, she deserved to win. It was her next step on the comeback she'd been reaching for. But it wasn't to be. There was no way she could come back from this.

At last, she conceded to the inevitable. With her arms trapped, all she could do was raise her head, her dark hair fallen across her reddened face as she looked out toward the referee. "I submit!! I SUBMIT!!" she called out in a panic, as her legs flailed in the air. "Please!! Please, make her let me go-!"

Xiomara had no idea why Rose's music suddenly kicked on or where the uppity bitch was but she definitely wasn't questioning the interruption given that it presented Xio with just the opportunity she need to turn this shit around. Not one to look a gift horse in the eye Xio immediately went and did everything she could not only to get some payback but also to secure her victory. Managing to deal a fair bit of damage to Yuki over the course of her escape Xiomara wasted no time in pulling Yuki tightly into her penultimate submission hold, one that had the girl screaming and bellowing in pain producing music to Xio's ears.

Mouth pulling into a savage grin Xiio took sadistic satisfaction in barreling her heel into the side of Yuki's face driving it between the mat and digging the rubber of her soles into the girl's pretty little face. So enthralled with her enjoyment of the hold Xio almost didn't notice the titanatron switch from Rose's usual entrance package to something.... much better.

Driving her foot into Yuki's face once more Xiomara pressed it further down against her, pinning the poor girl's face in the direction of the screen as it showed the girl's biggest shame. Leaning back as she held onto Yuki's arm the sick smile spread across Xio's face only got wider and wider with enjoyment at what she was seeing. "Haha! How fucking pathetic! To have that kinda humiliation shown twice on top of being made into a bitch while it happens! Hah you really are just a loser!" Mocking Yuki while pulling on the hold Xiomara enjoyed the moans and groans of pain and humiliation emanating from both the girl within her grasp as well as from the looped recording. Both of which forming a symphony for Xio as she leaned back as if enjoying a show.

Of course this also had the effect of worsening the pain afflicting Yuki as she did so and making the girl cry out louder and louder as the pain threshold she was in multiplied higher and higher while the monegasque native just pulled the hold tighter and tighter. "Gotta give it to that blonde bimbo she sure as hell knows how to fucking make a bitch like you cry but then again so do I!" Of course Xiomara also continued to mock Yuki at every chance she had just to further spite the girl for how close she came to winning.

Naturally anyone could only take so much abuse one way or another and it appeared Yuki had finally reached her limit. Eyes lighting up in glory and twisted mirth Xiomara kept the hold on, even after the girl was literally begging her for mercy and relief. After a solid minute of maintaining the hold and the referee trying to force her hand and yelling at her to let go, Xiomara would finally abandon her hold.

Dropping Yuki's arm and sitting up Xio would make sure to keep her heel pressed into the side of the girl's head. Pushing herself up to her feet Xiomara would smirk sadistically as she had her hand raised up by the ref, boos raining down in the process as she lorded her victory over Yuki while grinding her heel into the poor girl's head!

Despite the negative reaction however Xiomara basked in the negativity, loving the hate she had earned by tearing and breaking down the supposed rising star. Looking down at the girl under her heel Xio would smirk wider as she rolled her foot back to force Yuki's face towards her. "Left crying and begging for mercy again. You really are a born loser aren't you?" With that last dig at the defeated idol Xio would raise her leg and stomp back down one last time before strutting forward to the ropes. Pausing there she would smirk and drag each of her feet back three times, a final sign of disrespect towards her opponent as Xio exited the ring and strutted back up the ramp to prepare for the next round.

Despite her foe voicing her submission, Xiomara held on, which only caused Yuki's screams to grow louder and more panicked. "S-Stop it, please-!" Yuki protested, clenching her teeth as she shuddered in pain. As much as her body hurt from being contorted in Xiomara's hold, and her pride hurt from having her greatest loss broadcast to the world, what made everything so much worse was how her opponent had latched onto her anguish and was now taunting her about it. Yuki already had that knife wedged in her back; now Xiomara was twisting that further. But what perhaps hurt worst of all was the knowledge that Yuki had come so close to victory, and it hadn't been enough.

She should have won. She deserved this win. She was so close to getting it, and turning around all the hardship she'd endured since that match with Rose. She was going to make things right, and prove that she was capable of going toe to toe with the best the wrestling world had to offer after all. But when she needed her courage, her strength, and her determination the most...they had failed her.

As Xiomara twisted her heel further against Yuki's back, the dark-haired girl grimaced, but turned up to look at her nonetheless, her wide eyes blurred with tears. She could only manage a sniffle before Xiomara raised her foot again and brought it down hard on her back, causing her to fall forward with a wail of pain as she landed on her face. The crowd was booing Xiomara even louder, and a few high school girls in the audience were in tears. Everyone had counted on Yuki to triumph - but in the end, it had been her hesitation, her nerves, and her fear of Rose that had done her in.

Even after Xiomara left the ring, Yuki remained, face-down on the mat with her forehead against the canvas. She sniffled faintly to herself, bringing her knees up underneath her and her hands to her face to stifle her tears.

Still, it would be another moment before Yuki collected herself enough to slip through the ropes and began to amble toward the back. She kept her head down and hugged her arms around her body, not even daring to look in the direction of the fans at ringside. A sympathetic ring girl stepped closer to Yuki to offer her a hug, but she just walked past her as though she wasn't there. Whatever the case was, this was a loss that would be weighing on Yuki for a long time.

Winner by Submission: Xiomara Tempest