[FWC] Peace Of Mind - Mikoto Kusanagi vs. Chris Morgan

After the crash collision into the turnbuckle the scene between the two looked rather intimate, with Mikoto breathing heavy pants into Chris†comfy chest, and the Phenomâ€s arm wrapped around her back as if hugging her tightly. Resting her beaten frame into the phenoms†warm and comforting sweat stained body was a more enticing idea with each second, but Miko knew her advantage over Chris had a short time span.

Willing herself back to her feet with a slightly blushed face from where her head was nestling, Miko placed both hands on Chris†shoulders and pushed herself forward off the prone colossus. Witnessing the phenom herself, the champion of champions, struggling to breathe in the corner renewed her small belief that she could still pull this upset off. Now was her best time. Her only time.

Stepping back into the middle of the ring, Miko would steady her breathing and concentrate all her remaining strength into her iron plam strike finisher, Susa-no-o. Waiting patiently until Chris lingered out of the turnbuckle on her own feet, she prayed the phenom would be too stunned and slowed to dodge her finisher or worse yet...counter.

Chris shook her head, still gasping after that massive knee. She felt Mikoto push herself away, disentangling herself from the former Wrestle Angel and stepping backwards to the middle of the ring. The blonde had a scattered thought that she had to pursue, to keep the quick Japanese miko in close.

After a moment she forced her body to move, forcing what air she could into her lungs and driving herself forward, her arm cocked back to deliver a clothesline, before she was fully aware of her opponent.

It turned out to be a fatal error.
Looking up, she saw Mikoto standing ready in her battle stance. Before she could even swing the arm she had brought back, Chris was struck in the dead center of her abdomen. The force the smaller Asian could deliver with her strikes was staggering to say the least, and this was her most devastating attack. Hardened muscle gave way to Mikoto's palm strike as the impact raced through her shuddering frame.
Arms over her stomach, Chris was sent skidding backwards from the force of the blow a few steps, where she promptly fell to her knees, and with then a rasping gasp, to her back.
The crowd roared as the reviled woman went down, and Chris clung to that noise as a lifeline, struggling to stay conscious.....

Mikoto stood there several seconds after delivering the iron palm finisher with her arm stretched, the maneuver sending visible shockwaves throughout the phenoms tightened abs and the rest of her shivering body. Her heart skipped a beat when Miko witnessed Chris Morgan collapse and tumble backward. It was what she intended to happen…she prayed to happen….but ACTUALLY seeing the former W.A. champion collapse like that...

*I….I did it?* With the thud of the fallen colossus came an uproar from the audience who may finally see Chris Morgan suffer her first defeat. Breathing out heavy pants while she cautiously approached her opponent, Mikoto was still in disbelief that she may have just K.O.ed one of the most winningest champions in W.A. history. Had Mikoto improved her game that much, or has the phenom Chris Morgan finally lost her touch?

*I can…I can….pin her right now…I can end this…* Glancing around the crowd she started to feed off the peopleâ€s chants and applause. *…no…not yet…she deserves more …* The animosity she felt towards Chris resurfaced, knowing full well that this may be her only chance to send a message to the phenom and exact some manner of justice for all the pain Chris caused. Miko lifted her leg and planted one foot on Chris†heaving chest. She raised her arm in the air with the feel of her impending victory intoxicating her and temporarily making her forget of all the throbbing pains in her body. Bending over to dig into her hands into the phenomâ€s golden locks, Miko would slowly hoist the phenom to her feet in preparations for her final finisher, the Kusanagi drop.

“It…*pant*…itâ€s over Chris…you should never have come back…”

Pain raced through Chris midsection as her body checked in with a damage report from Mikoto's colossal blow. The veteran well expected the match to be over, the Japanese woman having pinned her and ended it. However, the crowd continued to roar, and to Chris's surprise, no bell sounded.

*What in the hell is she doing?* she thought to herself.

Then Mikoto's foot fell onto her chest. Cracking open one eye, her blurry vision gave her the image of the miko standing over her, arm raised in the air posing over her stricken body, looking down on her. Moments passed as Mikoto took in the results of her handiwork. Then finally it seemed like she came to a decision on what to do next.
The younger girl reached down, seizing Chris by her hair. The Californian was dead weight as the Japanese woman hauled her up, finally getting her into a standing position, and then to her further surprise, started to manipulate her body to attempt some sort of northern lights suplex.

However, time had given Chris the opportunity to rally back, regain some measure of focus. As Mikoto reached about to secure one arm, Chris suddenly stepped close and used her other arm to pull the Asian woman close. With a roar of effort, she would try to haul the lighter Asian up into the air and then bring her crashing down, groin and pelvic area first, onto the point of her knee with an inverted atomic drop!

Lifting Chris to her feet took more effort than Mikoto thought, which was normally to be expected considering the heavyweight opponent in her grasps. Her muscles strained themselves in exertion, adrenaline and the hype from the crowd driving her forward as the priestess was still dead set on finishing the phenom in a grandiose fashion. Her emotions were in full control of her actions once again. She could have at least attempted the pin, but in all honesty her mind was swept in the thrill of the moment and the idea of delivering as impactful a defeat as possible to the fallen colossus. Pulling off such a miraculous feat such as the demure priestess lifting the 175 pound colossus for a suplex would have capped the victory for Miko perfectly...

...The phenomâ€s sudden burst of energy along with that echoing roar caused Mikoâ€s heart to practically jump out of her chest. "Yahhh!!!" Barely letting out her own scream of terror from re-experiencing the feeling of being effortlessly lifted in the air by Chris, the priestess†mind flew into a panic until her opponent used gravity and the remainder of her strength to plant the vicious atomic drop. Jackknifing off the phenoms knee and landing face down a few feet away, Mikoto hands cupped her now aching crotch as her entire world exploded in paralyzing pain. Curling into a quivering ball with her eyes clenched and her mouth wide open fruitlessly gasping for air, Miko laid there in the most helpless state she had been the entire night.

Chris went down to one knee after delivering what she hoped to Mikoto at least, would feel like the mother of all atomic drops. A sharp pain went through her left side, somewhere in her ribcage.
*Yes, I do believe something isn't quite right here..* the fallen Wrestle Angel thought to herself, somewhat deliriously. *Hilarious. I go up against a girl who might barely be half my size and she winds up cracking one of my ribs or something.* she added mentally in a wry tone.

However, people were watching, more importantly, somewhere, Hibiki Izayoi had to be watching. She could not afford to look weak, not now. The thought, reminding her of her purpose, made her narrow her eyes and grit her teeth against the pain. Slamming a fist against the mat, Chris used it to push herself up to her feet.

Doing her best to conceal the injury, Chris walked over to Mikoto. Reaching down, she began to pull the smaller woman up to her feet. As she did, she weighed her options. She thought about going for her submission move, the Angel's Crucifixion. Except, that involved raising her left arm above her head, and that motion had been what sent the pain racing along that side of her midsection. So that left her running lariat, Poseidon's Hammer. Luckily, she was right handed.

Although she might have been able to leave Mikoto standing and simply run into the ropes to propel herself at a standing target, Chris didn't want to give Mikoto too much of an opportunity to duck the move, or worse, counter with another blow into her battered midsection. So instead, once Mikoto was standing, Chris would whip her towards the ropes and then run for the ones opposite the Japanese wrestler. With both of them rushing towards each other like oncoming cars, Chris would bring back her right arm and then swing it forward with all of her strength, hoping to catch Mikoto with her finisher!

Soothing her battered crotch barely helped at all, Mikoto now concentrating just as much in hiding her face in shame of her disgraceful state, though that would be an impossibility once she felt Chris lift her up by her flowing hair. Miko hung there lifelessly with her arms limp at her sides while the phenom contemplated the myriad of ways she finish off the beaten priestess. Weak whimpers escaped her lips in fear of what the colossus had planned for her. Her legs were feeling numb from that last attack, more than apparent it was Chris†grip keeping her standing on this shivering legs. She had gone through all her reserves of energy at this point, knowing she had nothing left to start another comeback with.

By now the crowd had lost all hope and was slumped back in their seats waiting for the inevitable. Groaning out loud as the phenom propelled her to the ropes, the priestess stumbled over her own feet on her way before bouncing off the tethers. Her weary eyes started to come back into focus on a blurring motion on the way back towards the middle of the ring, but she wouldnâ€t remember much after that moment.

The high impact clothesline collided with enough force that her upper body whiplashed backwards, spinning her ragdoll body into a 180 degree spin with the rocked priestess landing in a face down slump on the mat practically unconscious. Her fingers twitched and her breathing was weak, but that was the only sign of life you could immediately notice from Miko. The fierce clubbing sounded off throughout the stadium and definitely lowered the decibel level from the people in attendance.

Chris staggered after delivering the Posideon's Hammer. Almost dropping to one knee, the blonde caught herself and kept from going down. Turning about she saw Mikoto's form lying nearly motionless on the mat. She marveled at how close the Asian had come to beating her. If it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to wanted to inflict further harm on Chris, then this match would've been over. Oddly enough, Chris felt a sense of pride about that. Mikoto came from the same federation as her. It seemed right to her that another Wrestle Angel would give this kind of battle to Californian colossus.

Crossing the distance between the two of them, the taller woman knelt down, rolling the miko onto her back. Pressing herself lightly down over the smaller woman's body, Chris began to pin MIkoto. Dropping down, the ref began to count.

"One!"

The disappointed sighs and echoing boos from the stadium would sound muffled, as if Mikoto was underwater. Spittles of drool escaped her mouth, the priestess in a practically comatose state after being struck down by the godly lariat. Not one ounce of energy or resistance would be shown as Chris prepped her for the easy 123. The feel of Chris†massive frame over her limp body would elicit a small groan from the sudden sensation, but nothing else.

“Two!”

"Three!" the ref brought down her hand for the final count.

Chris rolled off of Mikoto, so she could lay on her back looking up at the lights. She took a moment to compose herself. Hurt and exhausted in ways she hadn't been in years, Chris felt like she still needed to project strength, to keep herself looking like an solid, unconquerable enemy for both the Wrestle Angels and Hibiki Izayoi.

She got to her feet, resisting the urge to hold her hand to her battered ribs. Looking down at the Miko, she allowed the ref to raise her hand in victory, although Chris made sure it was her right arm that was raised.
Kneeling down by Mikoto's head, she checked on her opponent, but for all she could tell, it seemed as if she were knocked senseless.
"You fought like a goddess tonight." she said into Mikoto's ear, not entirely sure that the Japanese woman could hear her, but feeling like the words needed to be said. The crowd for their part assumed that Chris was trash talking to their fallen heroine. "You've grown into a fine woman, and an amazing wrestler, and nobody can take that from you. If we fight again, don't let your emotions override your good sense."
With that, Chris stood up, her theme playing as she brought herself up to her full height. Spreading her arms wide, the American posed next to Mikoto's still form, drawing more of the fans' wrath and ire in the shape of louder boos. Then she would exit the ring, making her way to the back.

Once she got past the curtain, though, Chris would clasp her hand to her side and stagger alone into the locker room. With nobody there to observe her, Chris sat gingerly on a bench. While it was true that the Californian had managed to win, she knew it was barely, and only through Mikoto's mistake.
"First...heal. Then I have to train....I need to be better.... much better." she said to herself.