Yuki Nakamura vs Lily Belle (Standard)

Still breathing heavily and red cheeked Lily climbed to her feet with an obvious effort. To the observant the woman looked exhausted, shaking from head to toe with fatigued muscles that made her every motion perceptibly slower. Assessing her opponent she could tell at a glance that Yuki was still recovering from her little nap.

Slipping the pilfered hair-tie around her wrist the weary wrestler squared off with the snow-drop, and raising her arms with fingers splayed offered a classic 'test of strength'. This would be a deciding moment. Either Yuki would have strength enough left yet to overwhelm Lily, at which point this match would become a vanity session, or it would begin the final contest between the two. "Ready for this?"

Yuki nodded, stumbling over to her and grabbing her outstretched hand, interlacing their fingers as she began to push against Lily. She wasn't going down without a fight.

She smiled at Lily, leaning close to whisper, "You bet I am, hot stuff."

She noticed the hair tie and smiled, "A memento to remember me by? That's so sweet of you."

Giving a mighty push, she slowly began to overpower Lily.

Taking up a fighting posture Lily entwined her fingers with those of Yuki, flattening their palms together and met the applied pressure with her own. Although her arms were gradually being forced to withdraw, her knees beginning to tremble and bend, she still smiled a sort of impish grin. "Call me.. uhn... sentimental, but I adore souvenirs."

With a renewed groan of effort Lily leaned into the challenge, but her arms gained no ground, only causing her shoulders to bow back and her chest to press forward to meet the other girl's. Eventually her arms would give, yielding to Yuki's strength, hands forced back fully past her own shoulders.

Yuki smiled, "Well I can't let you walk away with just that!"

With a grin, her foot lashed out at Lily's exposed legs, hitting the back of her leg and forcing her to her knees. Releasing her, Yuki snaked a hand around the back of her opponents head while the other cupped her chin, tilting her face towards her own.

"Here is something to remember me by." she whispered capturing her lips in a dominant kiss as she put her finisher, White Lotus, into action. She held the kiss for a few moments, much to the crowd's delight. Yuki would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it as well.

A mousey little yelp escaped the exhausted manager's lips as one of Yuki's toned and slender legs brought her down to her knees. Her arms fell heavy and powerless down to her sides as she was released from the tie-up. As her head was captured in her soon-to-be conqueror's hands Lily stared up with a look of... was it relief. Some kind of blissful resignation was worn brazenly on her features as she was pulled into a long awaited kiss.

She offered no resistance, no feigned objections, but rather leaned into the kiss and accepted it greedily. An audible and shameless little moan was even allowed to rumble up from her breast. Not knowing Yuki's trademark finisher Lily was oblivious to just what was coming next; not that she had the strength left to stop it anyhow.

After a few more moments, Yuki pulled away reluctantly.

"I'm sorry about this." she whispered before performing a spinning kick, bringing her foot crashing against Lily's head. Yuki watched as the manager slumped onto her back, and proceeded to cover her for the final pin.

Yuki was breathing heavily, keeping the girl pinned down, but she guessed Lily was down for the count.

ONE!!

Lily had closed her eyes through the course of that subjugating kiss, and scarcely had they opened beneath drooping lids when the fierce kick found its mark. With no more sound than that of the impact Lily dropped, first crashing down onto her shoulder, and then rolling onto her back. She hadn't recovered her senses before she felt the weight of Yuki pressing her shoulders to the mat for the pin. The showman in Lily wanted to tell the girl that she should have just stood back and taken the badass cred that would have come with a KO victory, but it was too late for that.

Weary muscles tensed and flexed, her sweat slick abdomen lifting meekly to shift beneath Yuki in a vain effort to rise. There was no way she was getting up again, but just giving in might have offended Yuki, and she couldn't have that. Honestly, she was pretty sure the ref could have counted to thirty with Yuki doing the cha-cha around the ring... she wasn't getting up.

TWO!!

Yuki felt Lily attempt to rise but held firm. If anything Yuki respected her even more for the fight she put up. Kepping a leg hooked up, she looked around as the crowd was cheering for them both.

THREE!

The bell rang and Yuki let Lily's leg fall to the mat as she rolled off of her, side by side with the manager, too tired to rise.

Hearing the bell that signified the end of the match Lily released a deep, slow, cooling breath. All of her vain resistance immediately ceased as she waited for Yuki to release her, or whatever the girl had in mind. Feeling more than seeing, she observed her conqueror roll off to collapse at her side. In a show of good sportsmanship Lily reached out to take one of Yuki's hands in her own, squeezing it weakly. "Good- *gasp* Good match." Had she a little more strength she'd normally have rolled over to give Yuki a hug, but that wasn't happening just yet.

Winner: Yuki Nakamura by 2 falls to 1

Yuki was breathing heavily, but managed to roll to the side to look at Lily. Kissing her cheek, she smiled, "You too. Was that souvenir good for you?" she asked with an impish grn on her face.