Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

With victory all but certain, Shiki was shocked as Yasha Love jolted back to life. The punkette's arrogant pin was easily disrupted as the Demon of Love's hand came to smack at, and awkwardly shove, Shiki's much adored backside. Stumbling from her pin and the humiliating sting at her rear, the punkette spun quickly as a frustrated pout settled across her visage. She had just given Yasha Love's face the pounding of a lifetime and yet this delusional superhero still refused to accept defeat!?

To make matters worse, the crowd seemed to be inspired by the masked woman's dramatic recovery; one of Yasha Love's obnoxious chants soon echoed across the arena. It was absolutely insulting to Shiki's delicate sensibilities! The punkette felt her blood begin seethe yet again.

"You stupid, little, idiot... This isn't a comic book and you aren't some kind of superhero."

Berating the Demon of Love, Shiki slowly advanced on her fallen opponent despite her more violent urges. There was a point to be made here and the arrogant rockstar intended to hammer it home, like nails sealing a coffin.

"I'm going to take you apart, piece by fucking piece, in front of all of your ignorant fans. And when I'm finally finished with you," Shiki paused momentarily, she couldn't help but teasingly bite at her bottom lip at such a pleasurable thought, "... I'll tear that mask right off your stupid face. The whole world will see what a fraud you really are!"

Shiki's pretty grin dripped with cruelty as she beamed down at her opponent. Just what was the Demon of Love hiding behind that mask, anyway? It had bothered, and, perhaps intrigued, Shiki since the moment she had laid eyes on the eccentric woman. Either way, she had to be hiding something. Once the punkette claimed Yasha Love's mask, the fake superhero's precious secret would be no more. She'd never be able to hide from Shiki's wrath again.

Yasha love rolled onto her hands and knees as Shiki began her hateful tirade against her and everything she stood for. She was spurred on by the crowd's chant but punkette's words were filled with such vitriol that it was hard to take. Hilde LIKED Shiki. She was just playing. She knew that Shiki was riled but the girl seemed to actually be seething at Yasha Love. She was even threatening to demask the Demon of Love and Hilde knew that if THAT happened, then it would be the end of...

Well, probably everything. When Lukretia found out, she'd chastise her to no end. That would be so terrible. Not to mention how anyone else who saw her as the kind, loveable Hilde might only think of her as some pervert! She just wanted an outlet.

Not only that, but Shiki herself would loathe Hilde even more. No doubt the girl would feel betrayed and Hilde didn't want THAT.

Yasha rubbed her cheek and turned to look a Shiki's boots. Although Shiki had rocked her world, the punches to the head didn't take away her stamina. All of Shiki's bloviating had given her time to shake the cobwebs away.

The Demon of love pulled her knee up and reached out for Shiki's belt. She then tried to grab it and yank and pull Shiki forward enough so she would come crashing into the close fisted punch that Yasha aimed right at Shiki's svelte belly.

"What's this?..."

An arrogant and amused expression touched the punkette's features as Yasha Love's hand came to grasp at Shiki's belt. The punkette allowed herself to be tugged by her hips effortlessly, her form soon settled to brush lightly against the Demon of Love's more desperate position of being on her knees. Peering down at the battered blonde, Shiki still wore a terribly pretty--if entirely smug--smile on her lips. Down on her knees, it was an attractive position for this clown, Shiki had to admit.

"'Got something you want to say, freak--nngh!" As Yasha Love's fist sank into the rockstar's stomach, Shiki found her barbed words replaced with a loud gasp. Caught up in her own bluster, the punkette hadn't even noticed the blow coming. Shiki's fair features quickly scrunched up as the young woman awkwardly lurched over, instinctively covering her tummy. The punkette would make her best attempt at stumbling away from the Demon of Love, for all the good it would actually do her.

Hm, maybe she finally struck a nerve with the whole mask thing?

Yasha released Shiki's belt with a shove as she tried to stumble away. The Demon of Love got to her feet, intent on not letting Shiki escape. Instead, she lunged to get two fistfuls of Shiki's long, silky hair and steer her around the ring by them until she had Shiki where she wanted.

She threw another hard knee into Shiki's gut and then yanked her into a headlock. She grabbed onto Shiki's waist and then lifted the girl off the mat for a quick, hard suplex.

Normally she would have taunted the girl but she needed to put her down quick and, she alos kind of wanted to.

Where the hell was all of this coming from!?

The barrage had obviously overwhelmed the staggered punkette as she teetered around the ring gingerly; tugged roughly by her hair. As Yasha Love's knee crashed into the young woman's stomach, Shiki's knees threatened to give out. However, the reeling punkette found herself breathlessly heaved back to her feet. Shiki could only give a girlish yelp as the Demon of Love completed her sudden onslaught by wrapping the rockstar's waist up tight before driving Shiki to the mat with an unforgiving suplex.

The ring would shudder with a loud bang before Shiki's crumpled form toppled over to sprawl along the mat. A fresh sheen of sweat immediately threaten to overtake Shiki's pain-racked body as the punkette made her despair audible with a winded groan. The crowd, on the other hand, found itself whipped into a frenzy at the sudden and aggressive comeback that Yasha Love was attempting to mount.

Even worse, this was Yasha Love we are talking about. A comeback wasn't the only thing she was going to mount at this rate...

Yasha collapsed after she hit the suplex. The roar of the crowd made her smile but she had only been able to fight back through a rush of adrenaline. After she finished that burst, the pain started to flood back in. Her cheek was starting to swell a bit.

Still, she couldn't rest on her laurels. Yasha got back to her hands and knees. Yasha swung her leg around and slapped right down on Shiki. She pushed her gloved hands up the taut tummy she had pounded before and slipped her hands over Shiki's budding mounds.

Yasha leaned in and purred, though there was no grin on her face, even as she squeezed. "You can't hope to see the true face of... Love..." She huffed. She was having trouble figuring out her double entendres.

Instead, she dug her fingers into Shiki's chest, pulled back her head and rammed her throbbing head downward as hard as she could, looking to crash her head into Shiki's.

Shiki had found a certain satisfaction in successfully pushing Yasha Love's buttons despite the violent reaction she had received in return. The rockstar had a strong inclination that her suspicions were true. Yasha Love was certainly not a hero, she was just some chump who decided to hide herself behind a mask. Even if this freak's idiotic fans disagreed, the self-assured rockstar certainly knew better. Either way, the prospect of stripping the Demon of Love of her mask only grew more alluring.

It was a motivating thought in an otherwise miserable moment as Shiki attempted to push aside her current aches and pains. The raven-hair punkette found her concentration literally jarred away, however, as the Demon of Love's hands ran abruptly up her body before blatantly intruding on Shiki's modest bosom. The unruly punkette quickly flustered and blushed at the gesture; it was all but predictable now, no matter how much the she hated the reaction or tried to hide it. Shiki was clearly not the only one in this ring finding satisfaction in pushing someone's buttons.

However, before Shiki could even begin to mutter her first curse, Yasha Love's head came crashing quite harshly with her own. Now, the masked heroine was taking plays right out of Shiki's playbook!? Or, at least, it certainly felt that way. It was a dangerously irresponsible premise but certainly effective this time around. The stadium lights above the ring seemed to burst into a full spectrum of wild colors as Shiki's vision went painfully fuzzy. The young woman's head slumped back almost immediately to the canvas. Shiki's scrunched expression was clearly a mixture of anger, confusion, and pain as her pretty head lolled helplessly against the mat.

Yasha nearly blacked out as well when her head crashed into Shiki. She remained slumped against the punkette, taking shallow breaths as their lips softly brushed together for a brief moment before Yasha's head slipped off and rested next to Shiki. Her hot breath patted against Shiki's ear as she tried to regain her senses.

"This is..." She huffed. "Supposed to be... fun..." She whispered in Shiki's ear before she rolled off the girl and pressed her hands into her forehead. Yasha kicked her feet and then slowly got up. She staggered to the ropes and leaned over them, huffing and rubbing her temples as she tried to regain her senses.

Despite her pain, Shiki could hardly ignore the labored breath of Yasha Love's words whispered into her ear. Oddly enough, it was the first time the crazy woman actually said something that wasn't exaggerated or complete nonsense. Still, it was a somewhat odd thing to process in the heat of the moment like this. As the Demon of Love removed herself from Shiki to create some distance, the punkette abruptly broke into a resigned chuckle.

"Fun? You have a lot of fun putting your hands where they don't belong, don't you?"

The sweaty punkette rolled gingerly on to her side as she spoke with no lack of sass regardless of her current fatigue. Once again setting her dagger-bearing eyes on Yasha Love, Shiki would slowly shift on to her knees as an amused smirk found the young woman's delicate lips.

"I bet that bullshit really drives some of the idiots around here wild. Fuck, maybe even me too. But I'm telling you right now, I'm over it. I'm more interested in what you're hiding behind that mask, cupcake. Doesn't that sound fun? C'mon, why don't you come over here and let me have just a little peek? I would tell you that I'd be gentle... but let's face it, that's a fuckin' lie."

Allowing her words to settle, the rockstar would nonchalantly brush some black, sweat-stained, hair from her face before flashing a rebellious grin. The respite from battle would give Shiki the time she needed to catch her breath and recover a little stamina. However, the rockstar knew better than to simply expect Yasha Love to waltz over and let Shiki clobber her--thankfully, the belligerent punkette was always very accommodating in situations such as this. Rising up into a charge, Shiki stormed the Demon of Love as she rested against the ropes. Swinging out an arm, the punkette would crash into Yasha Love with a clothesline. Throwing a good portion of her weight into the blow, Shiki would go even further in her attempt, looking to outright topple Yasha Love over the ropes so she'd spill out of the ring itself!

Yasha turned and flashed a grin as Shiki spoke. "These gloved hands of righteousness go exactly where they belong, like unerring arrows of justice." She said as she gripped the ropes tightly, feeling her heart begin to race a bit faster at Shiki's declaration.

Her green eye watched as Shiki tensed and shot out at her, Yasha bent down and shot herself upward and spread her legs as Shiki charged. She grunted as Shiki crashed right into the vee of her legs, probably not the place that the punkette WANTED to hit, but Yasha remained cool. She would then try and use Shiki's momentum and the swing of her own hips to carry Shiki up and over the ropes instead, trying to send her floating over them. However, the landing would not be very light at all.