Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

Despite her sudden surge of momentum, Shiki's soon slumped and sprawled out moments after the pair collided into the mat. Yasha Love's previous barrage had done a number on Shiki--the pseudo superhero had a kind of tenacity that easily and frustratingly matched Shiki's own. On top of the rockstar's seemingly wavering conviction, every attempt the punkette made against the Demon of Love seemed to fizzle. Until now, at least.

Panting softly up at the stadium lights, Shiki found herself suddenly aware of her opponent's proximity as Yasha Love's writhing form brushed against her. Her urges returned--Shiki wanted to let herself melt against even the most meaningless of touches--and, just as quickly, so did her denial return along with her attempts to vanquish such thoughts. With a defiant and low growl, the raven-haired girl turned to shove the Demon of Love roughly. Pushing her opponent over to lay along her back, Shiki easily crawled over the seemly dazed girl, mounting her waist to the mat, before the rockstar threw a ruthless, hooking, punch directly into the blonde's face without the least bit of hesitation.

"Y-You!--"

Shiki seemed to struggle momentarily as her words quickly trailed off--she quickly followed the exclamation up with another punch aimed for the pinned blonde's pretty face. Huffing with frustration, the punkette soon brought both hands to grab tightly at the large collar of Yasha's costume before she yanked the other girl upwards, sharply, to bring herself literally face to face with her opponent.

"I will never forgive you for what you've done to me..."

With her face just inches from Yasha's own, Shiki's tone was low and harsh even if the dramatic words came out more as an admittance of guilt rather than being accusatory. The rockstar's bright, green, eyes seemed to smolder in anger as if attempting to ignite Yasha herself--and they surely would have if Shiki had been spontaneously granted such a mutant power! However, the punkette seemed to hesitate as she still clutched the other girl roughly and, admittedly, also intimately.

The hard bulldog kept Yasha down but she never expected for it to also take SHIKI down.The punkette looked as laid out as Yasha did, as if she had received just as much punishment. Yasha was feeling like she could regain her senses if Shiki was going to lay there. However, as Yasha slowly got to her hands and knees, she was shoved unceremoniously onto her back and mounted quickly before she could resist.

The first punch came hard. Yasha threw her hand up but was unable to deflect it at all as it smashed into her cheek. She was dazed but left her hand hovering over her face and managed to mitigate some of the second punch.

It was enough to keep her dazed, however, until Shiki grabbed her collar and yanked her upward. Their bodies brushed together softly as their faces were close, Yasha's bosom filling the gap left by Shiki's smaller chest. Yasha's head felt like it was rolling around on her neck as it slightly lolled, but she looked at Shiki with her green eyes, hazy as they were.

Yasha's cheeks flushed bu8t she smiled weakly. "Forgive?" She said. "Love will always forgive. There is always more to know, the deeper you plunge." Yasha's words remained cryptic and esoteric but didn't not have the same pep as usual. However, the blonde was not totally out of the fight. Her hands slipped up and her fingers danced along Shiki's back until she clutched the punkette's shoulders.

Then, as the sparkle started to return in her eye, she thrust herself forward and forced the two into a kiss, hoping to catch Shiki off guard, repulse her, or, perhaps, give her more of what she wanted.

More nonsense! The rockstar's pretty face scrunched in frustration as it was clear Yasha Love hadn't given her the response she wanted to hear. But with Yasha Love, what did she really expect?

"I'm not fucking around--mmn!..."

Shiki's words were cutoff--or muffled--by the sudden intrusion of the Demon of Love's brazen lips. The awkward kiss seemed to freeze the punkette on the spot. Shiki tensed gently in Yasha's grasp as the first wave of adulation swept over the crowd. The silly crowd was the last thing on Shiki's mind, however. The seemly shellshocked punkette came back to life as she gave Yasha Love's collar a firm tug, pulling the other woman more deeply into the kiss. Sitting astride her opponent, Shiki's elegant curves melded against Yasha's shapely form as the rockstar eased herself against Yasha Love passionately.

However, the moment would end just as quickly as it started. Exhaling sharply, the punkette abruptly pulled away from the messy, heated, kiss with a jolt. Then, with little hesitation, Shiki lashed out with a slap!

A slap? Since when did Shiki slap? The gesture seemed half-hearted at best though it might have stung a little. Seriously though, what the hell was that?

The punkette slid backwards off of Yasha's lap, settling instead between her legs, before leaning back to support herself with both arms in what looked like a flustered daze. The typically loudmouthed rockstar could only blink with wide, pretty, green, eyes as her fair cheeks flushed with a rose tint.

Yasha was expecting to take Shiki off her guard with the kiss. however, she was not expecting it to be so aggressively returned. She had caught herself melting a bit when Shiki pressed back and decided that maybe she could make things a little more heated.

Unfortunately, Shiki broke off first and forced Yasha to the ground, smacking her in the face and leaving a red print on her already flustered cheek. However, the slap also smacked her back to her senses as Shiki slid down her legs. Yasha grinned and grabbed Shiki's ankles, she gave a hard shove and tried to make Shiki flip end over end. If she could manage, she would quickly recover and try and put the dazed punkette into a roll up pin. Of course, it would be a very Demon of Love roll up. Instead of holding onto her calves or ankles to try and pin her, Yasha would bury her fingers in Shiki's tight butt and try and hold her in place by the cheeks, all while leaning over to give Shiki a view of her barely contained valley.

The Demon of Love was first to strike once again. Before Shiki could even compose herself, the masked heroine was already entangling herself with Shiki before tipping the rockstar over into a quick pin. The flustered rockstar couldn't contain a girlish squeak as the Demon of Love's hands came to grasp at her ass, trapping the punkette within the increasingly awkward position that she now found herself in.

"ONE!..."

Trying to end the match with a sneaky roll up pin was bad enough. But Yasha Love always had to take it a step further! The overwhelming takedown had clearly caught Shiki during a vulnerable moment but that would not stop the belligerent youth's short fuse from igniting once more. Unleashing a fit of kicking and thrashing, the punkette would growl as she suddenly bucked with enough pent up force to break Yasha's leverage on the devious pin--just before the count of two.

It appeared the honeymoon was officially over.

The punkette spun over on the mat as her arms quickly came to scoop up and lock each of Yasha's legs tightly with a hard yank before the masked blonde could scamper away. Shiki would drag Yasha along the mat briefly, keeping the opponent off balance, before a wild grin found the punkette's sweaty, flustered, features.

"Let's see if you can fly, superhero!"

Gritting her teeth, the enraged punkette soon pivoted firmly into a fierce spin, dragging and lifting Yasha Love's body right off the mat into a giant swing. Quickly gaining momentum, the punkette would literally twirl and wobble her way across the ring, swinging the Demon of Love precariously above the mat in couple complete spins. Finally, Shiki would release her hold, launching and flinging her opponent viciously into one of the corner posts of the ring! If Yasha Love could actually fly, this would be a good time to show it...

Shiki, on the other hand, would quickly lose her balance in a series of stumble steps before ungracefully crashing to the mat in a disoriented mess.

Once more Shiki burst from Yasha's compromising pin to break the count up, this time much quicker than last. Yasha was rolled onto her back and ready to engage the punkette further but her ankles were grabbed. Expecting some sort of submission, Yasha held a cool smirk on her face, eager to show Shiki that she could counter any attempt.

However, as her body began to move and she felt the shift, Yasha's eyes widened behind her mask. When she achieved lift off, She knew that Shiki had gotten her into a spot that would be difficult to escape from. She shut her eyes as her world spun and hugged her arms against her chest, lest her bosom spill out of her latex body suit thanks to centrifugal force.

She was goign to be dizzy, but her one thought was that Shiki would be too. The giant swing was a double edged sword. Unfortunately, her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she was released and left to fly like a bird for about half a second before she crashed head first into the corner post. She nearly blacked out in and instant and even if Shiki was dizzy on her butt, the Demon of Love was in a crumpled heap in the corner, barely stirring.

From her position on the mat, Shiki's stubbornly pushed aside her daze to take in the welcomed sight of Yasha Love crumpled harshly in the corner of the ring. Needless to say, it was a satisfying view. However, the raven-haired punkette still huffed with an abundance of pent up frustration. The mere sight of the Demon of Love so vulnerable was enough for the enraged rockstar to instinctively reach her hand towards the inside of her boot where Hazel was nestled--Shiki's affectionately named brass knuckles. The urge was strong, with the weapon in hand Shiki could certainly bring an abrupt and violent end to this match.

Yet, it was not the end the punkette actually craved...

Busting Yasha Love up openly in front of the referee would only get her disqualified. Under normal circumstances, that wasn't necessarily a deal breaker for the vindictive rockstar. Yasha Love, however, was an opponent Shiki felt especially compelled to officially conqueror inside the ring. This was one win she desperately wanted. The conflicted punkette cursed aloud--only to find a devious idea flash before her eyes; a genuinely evil stroke of genius!

With the incompetent referee momentarily distracted with their concern over Yasha Love's condition, Shiki easily slipped the brass knuckle out of her boot before adeptly concealing the weapon in her hands. Finally rising up from the mat, Shiki turned away momentarily as she quickly slipped the brass knuckles directly down the hem of her micro-shorts. It was a tight squeeze but the metallic weapon rested snugly underneath the jean fabric of Shiki's shorts, right over the brazen punkette's crotch.

Hazel could be such a naughty girl...

While she successfully managed to hide her skullduggery from the referee, Shiki couldn't possibly hide the deceptive gesture from the countless fans within the arena--not that it really mattered what they witnessed. With a mixture of dismay and excitement quickly overcoming the crowd, Shiki responded with a haughty grin along with two middle fingers raised high into the air. Spinning sharply to face Yasha's compromised form, the punkette would waste no more time. It was time to get down to business! Breaking off into a charge, Shiki would leap only a few steps before the inevitable impact.

Soaring briefly through the air, the rockstar's legs would spread a moment before Shiki's hips--and her brass-knuckle-clad-crotch--came to smash directly into the blonde's masked face. Straddling the ring post ropes and Yasha's head, Shiki would take a firm hold of the top ropes before she quickly went into a bouncing barrage of punishing hip thrusts--attempting to positively pulverize Yasha Love with a Hazel enhanced bronco buster!

Yasha was dazed in the corner and her body shifted almost subconsciously to a position slumped against the turnbuckle with her arms draped over the bottom ropes. By the time she had gotten to a point where she could lift her head to see straight, the only thing in her view was a tightly covered crotch.

I don't remember a bulge... Hilde thought as she was slammed in the face with Shiki's knucks.

It wasn't her first rodea, this definitely wasn't the first time that she had had another girl's crotch in her face and, truth be told, she wouldn't have minded if it was Shiki's, however, as Hazel continued to punish her and threaten to bruise her face, Yasha was NOT in a position to enjoy whatw as happening.

Each thrust felt like a punch and soon, Yasha's arms flopped off of the ropes and pawed at Shiki's butt and waist, trying desperately to throw her off before she was humped into unconsciousness.

"Mmm, you like that? How does it feel!?"

Shiki drove her concealed weapon bearing hips cruelly into the Demon of Love's face several more times despite the woman's protests. She couldn't help but marvel at her own ingenuity. So much pain and humiliation in one action, it was Shiki and Hazel's magnum opus! Or something like that. Whatever the case, Yasha Love was finally getting a taste of her own medicine and, perhaps, a bit more. It was definitely a moment to be relished by the vindictive punk rocker whom had suffered her fair share of humiliating injustices thanks to the Demon of Love. Shiki couldn't contain her smug grin of satisfaction as she proceeded with one final and merciless thrust; drilling and grinding Yasha Love's poor face with all of the force the rockstar could currently muster.

With obvious reluctance, the punkette finally eased up on her hips and unmounted Yasha Love's bruised visage. Shiki soon settled rather coolly into a crouch just in front of her opponent before leaning over to firmly cup the blonde's cheeks with both hands. Shiki was once again face to face with Yasha Love, that dangerous flicker still twinkled in the rebellious woman's green eyes.

"I told you I would destroy you..."

Despite the ominous words, Shiki's tone was hushed and strangely alluring. Rather abruptly, the raven-haired punkette shifted her grasp to Yasha Love's hair. Shiki jerked back and savagely flung the masked woman out of the corner and towards the center of the ring. Strutting confidently to where the Demon of Love settled, Shiki nonchalantly planted a buckled boot down on the fallen heroine's chest in what was easily described as an extremely overconfident pin. Standing over Yasha Love with her hands cockily resting at her hips, Shiki had no doubts that the improvised use of her brass knuckles had done enough damage to keep the Demon of Love down and out for the count!

"ONE!..."

Yasha couldn't respond to Shiki's words. The last thrust nearly blacked her out and she slumped against the turnbuckle as Shiki slithered off her and taunted her with a mockingly sweet cupping of her cheeks. Her only retort was a bleary eyed groan as Shiki yanked her away from the turnbuckle. Yasha flopped and rolled and landed on her back with her arms and legs spread akimbo.

"Nnn..."

That was all she could manage as her ample chest was compressed under Shiki's boot. There was a soft flush on her cheek and as her chest heaved, her breast compresed under Shiki's humiliating pin.

"TWO!"

The referee shouted and Yasha's eyes blinked open. Before the count of three, Yasha's hand flung upward and her shoulder eased off the ground. Her arm continued and her body raised ever so slightly before her hand swung out and slapped Shiki's tight ass, smacking against the leather to shove her off and break the pin as well as give her a slap on her behind.

Her arm fell forward and she rolled onto her side, panting softly. She was still reeling from Shiki's torturous bronco buster and one gloved hand rubbed her bruised cheek, but there was still a defiant gleam in her green eyes.