Cassie Elliot Vs Toshiko Nada - Standard Match

Kia was observing from the screen backstage now and it was a good job she had. If Kia was there she would lobbing profanities against Cassie, instead she was loudly lobbing them at the TV screen "She is a useless fight, relying on a simple submission like that. She does need the shit beating out of her"

Meanwhile Toshiko tried to struggle against Cassie. This was now borderline embarrassing, asides from the first two hits of the match, Toshiko had scored nothing against Cassie. And yet again for a second time Toshiko was being choked out again, this time by having her mouth and nosed covered. While not as aggressive as the other method this was still effective. Toshiko would try and buck her hips upwards, using her knees as the pivot point, trying to make Cassie unstable or if at all possible, try and get the smaller wrestler off her.

Cassie put a hand on the mat to help keep her balance as Toshiko bucked, and she calmly used the extra space underneath to wrap her legs around her opponent's midsection. She squeezed with her thighs to continue to restrict the girl's breathing, and at the same time, she tried to slip her hand down next to Toshiko's neck and wrap her arm around so that her throat was in the crook of her elbow.


Backstage, Taylor raised an eyebrow at the mouthy little brat in front of her. "Watch your mouth, kid."

This was getting worse and worse for Toshiko, her escape attempt had resorted in the hold being tightened and the choking worse. She would try to buck again but it was getting too hard no, valuable air had been wasted on trying to escape. Toshiko would try to edge closer to the ropes, slowly, surely, painfully she would outstretch her arm as far as she could to grab onto the rope and force this pain to stop. Once she had gotten Cassie off her she would jump to her feet and would try to deliver a kick to Cassies abs. She had to take back the initiative after all.

Kia would turn around and in a fir if anger at what she was seeing onscreen blurted out. Something she might regret. "Fuck you! If i want to badmouth that shitty excuse of a submission artist then i will. Besides it should be Toshiko beating the crap outta you not Cassie. At least then it would be fight that she could show how strong she really was"

Cassie scowled. She hadn't thought she was that close to the ropes. She wished she hadn't taken her time establishing her position. Choke em while you got em, that sounded like something Taylor would say. Either way, it was a pretty serious error.

She nevertheless let go of Toshiko the moment the ref signaled for the break. Much to her surprise, Toshiko was up almost before her, and before she could react she was folded over by a hard kick to the belly.

"Ugh!" She dropped again to one knee.


Backstage, Taylor didn't say anything. She didn't need to. Her cool indigo eyes said enough. Whoever this girl was, if Taylor wanted her to shut up, she'd shut her up.

Thank god for that. Toshiko let out a mental sigh of relief when she had managed to score the hit. She would have to act fast, there was no way that Cassie would give her room to breath. Toshiko would grab her hair and pull her across the ring, not onto her feet. When she was close to a turnbuckle she would throw Cassie forward, face first into the turnbuckle, hoping to at least stun Cassie so that Toshiko could have a break for a few seconds.

Backstage Kia had gotten even angrier at the fact Taylor had said nothing but stared at her. Being ignored, or in general not spoken to really ticked her off. It was her one pet peeve. To try and get Taylor to say something at least she would walk up to her and shove her back with both arms, hopefully into some chairs or even over a table. Kia didn't care where she was aiming.

"Gah!" Cassie stumbled along behind, her hands cluching at Toshiko's wrists to save herself from losing any more hair than she had to. Before she could get her balance, she crashed headfirst into the turnbuckle. She rebounded back, and staggered several steps before falling onto her butt, one hand on her forehead.

"Ugh..."


Taylor turned her shoulders, so that as she was forced back a step Kia's shove mostly slid off. She pantomimed rubbing her eye at her while she left her behind and disappeared through a door to a side entrance to the arena.

Things were getting easier for Toshiko now, her breathing was becoming more controlled and some of the earlier pains from the match had started to subside. She wasn't in the clear however. Far from it. She needed something to bring this match win back to her side if the court. She would grin as she strode back over to Cassie, yet again pulling her up by her hair, she would then proceed to toss Cassie back into the corner, but this time she had sure that Cassie would stay standing up. When Cassie was in position Toshiko would adopt a impromptu boxing stance and proceed to throw a flurry of punches, both jabs and hooks, to Cassies face and gut, but mainly face, the face was the best place for her punches to land.

Backstage Kia was tempted to run after Taylor, tempted to go and show her what she could do, no matter however. Taylor had ran away rather than stand up and face her and that in her eyes was a victory. She would turn away from the door and back towards the TV screen and carry on observing Toshiko. It seemed that things were finally swinging around her way, question was, could Toshiko keep it up?

Cassie cringed and clutched at Toshiko's hands as she was again dragged up by her short orange hair and stuffed in the corner. The first punch slammed into her cheek and had her seeing stars, but they didn't stop there. She covered her head with her arms, and as the punches continued to land she began to curl up. She was trying to protect too much at once, and she slid down the turnbuckles until she was sitting on the bottom one with her head almost on her knees in front of her.

Success, that was something she enjoyed seeing. Something that would put her back on the map "That's how we do things in Hardcore. You should consider yourself lucky as you are not bleeding by the looks of it" Then it happened. Hit her like a truck. Her breathing started to become laboured again. In an attempt not to be caught off guard she would stagger back into the centre of the ring. Every breath she took seemed to draw in less and less oxygen, she could feel the sides of her eyes, her vision was worsening. Everything was slowing down. Her guard dropped, not that anyone would take notice.

Kia did. Something was wrong. Kia would dart out of the backstage area towards the ramp, running down the side as she tried to make it back to her seat. She didn't want to interrupt until she was entirely sure that Toshiko was in danger.

Cassie remained turtled in the corner, expecting more abuse to follow, but when she peeked through her fingers Toshiko wasn't there. She perked her head up, confused, and stood upright, hugging her bruised midsection.

"Um..." She said. She really wasn't sure what she was seeing or what she was supposed to do. She glanced at the timekeeper, who was no help at all. "A-are you okay?"