'King vs. Queen': King vs. Takane Shijou

As King clamped her legs around Takane's waist, the idol seemingly started to gave in. Her eyes slightly opening, her vision was starting to get blurry, almost as if she could pass out any moment. She tried to hold in her breathing as much as she can, but even with what she was doing, it wouldn't be enough at all to survive. However, she decided this is not the way she was going to go out of this fight. Leaning her head forward, she suddenly snapped back, aiming to smash the back of her head against the gentlewoman's face in a reverse headbutt, hoping this would force the latter to go, or else it would be over.

And should the opportunity arises in where she would be freed from this chokehold, the idol would waste no time using the last of what's left within her. She would swing her right leg wildly in a 360 degree roundhouse kick, up to the level of where King's head would be, and pivoting with her other foot to make sure that 360 degree turn would happen. A blind strike, but it was better than nothing.

For a moment, a sweet moment, King thought Takane was done for. It would be a relief, really - she could use a shower, long and hot, and she wanted to speak with Takane in a more relaxed setting. It had been an oddly quiet match, at least as far as anything in the AFW went.

Of course, nothing was ever that easy, and King was harshly remind of this when the back of Takane's skull slammed into her face.

She fell back from the blow and staggered back, focusing, trying to draw her senses back. By the time she did, Takane was on the move again, this time with an impressive roundhouse kick that came off like something in King's own arsenal - she never would have suspected she could even do it, but she certainly could, and it was quite effective.

The blow struck King right on the cheek and spun her around in a half circle, putting her back to the songstress. Not an ideal position.

When Takane saw King spinning around in a half-circle, revealing the latter's back to her, she almost gave in due to her weakened state. Her breathing has became a series of heavy pants, showing how exhausted she was. Nevertheless, she has to keep going and build up an offensive momentum.

The idol would run back towards the ropes and bounce off of it, building up a running start. Once she was near her opponent, Takane would jump as high as she can and deliver a running dropkick right to the head, regardless if King is facing her or not.

As it turned out, King did manage to turn around to face Takane, just in time to see a pair of heels heading for her face. Her arms started to rise up on reflex, but they were too slow. Far too slow.

A crack rang out as the impact slammed into her face and she saw stars, flying all around as she went flying back. Her body seemed to shut down for a golden moment, and she hit the canvas, spread-eagled and wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open from the shock as the crowd went wild.

Takane landed roughly on her back after her flying dropkick landed. She felt that she had a chance of winning now, and she needed to capitalize it. The idol would slowly start to get up, still panting heavily as she looked towards a corner. Wasting no time, she went over to the corner and slipped in through the ropes, moving onto the apron before she would start climbing the turnbuckles.

Perched on top of the top ropes, Takane would slowly stand straight up. The silver-haired girl looked down at her prone, eagle spread opponent. She knew what had to be done. Taking a deep breath to fill her lungs with air once more, the Silver Queen would jump off and flip backwards gracefully, before she would land on King across her mid-section with her 'Wandering Starfall' finisher, or simply a shooting star press!

King could hear the roar of the crowd. She couldn't see the songstress from where she laid. The feel of her footsteps were gone from the canvas, and the ropes were shaking. She knew what was about to happen. Even with her relatively small wresting experience, she knew.

King just couldn't do anything about it.

Takane fell across her stomach and sent the air rushing from King's body, leaving her panting in pain on the floor with her arms spread wide. What was more, having her on top like this was very alluring, despite the pain. She could feel her superb muscles, her soft chest, even through her thick clothes. King hoped she wasn't blushing, but she knew she likely was.

Whatever the case, she would have been waving the white if her hands had enough strength to lift it. She was done.

Takane landed right on top of King's mid-section successfully, but in doing so deprived her the rest of the limited oxygen stored within her lungs. The idol immediately gasped for air, but she couldn't help but crept up a grin on her lips, knowing that this match is over. Still laying on top of her formidable opponent, her arm closet to the gentlewoman's legs would start to hook the far leg as the ref would fall prone to the mat and start counting while slamming her hand on the mat.

"One!"

"Two...!"

King wanted to fight on, of course. She had never been a quitter, had never tapped out. Oh, sure, she had lost matches before. Even a few humiliating defeats. But throughout it all, she had always been been able to leave the ring with her head held high, proud of her performance.

This would be one such time. King had given all she had to give, but the fact was that the Queen was superior. One day, she was certain, King would be able to give Takane more of a match. Perhaps even defeat her. But today was not that day.

"Three...!"

The bell rang as soon as the count reached three, and Takane immediately flopped off of King and rolled onto her back. She panted heavily, regaining every breath she can take as she softly closed her eyes. It was a hard fought match, but she managed to win, somehow. Multiple times during the match, she had thought she would lose. But she never gave in, and in the end, an opportunity opened up where she was able to land her finisher. A fine victory for the Silver Queen.

"Nice match..." Takane muttered to King as she continued to lay flat on the mat.

King's breathing was slow and measured, making sure to get as much of it as she could as she laid back. A bath was in order. A nice, long hot bath, with the light's turned off and a single candle burning beside her. Some light jazz on the radio, something she could fall asleep to, bubbles crackling all around her...

But, formalities had to be taken care of, first. The songstress fought well and deserved more than simply being skipped out on. "It was, wasn't it?" King managed to sit up with a single, undignified groan. "I see I still have a lot to learn about wrestling - taking you on has made that more apparent than ever. How long have you been in the ring?"