Lightning Tournament: Round 1: Akiha Kosha Vs. Neske Alapo

As Akiha hit Neske head on the metal railing, the audience would count it, keeping track the number of times the Japanese wrestler bash her foreign opponent in.  It seemed that Neske was tough, Akiha had to give her that as her opponent wasn't knock out nor was she giving up.  Seeing blood coming out of her opponent Akiha would stop.  “FOUR” yelled the referee who had continued to count, in fact, Akiha had been so busy she had not even heard the three count.  The Japanese wrestler decided it would be best to perform one last brutal attack before getting the two in the ring.

Akiha took a moment to think about before she then got an idea.  She would grab both of Neske's arms and place them behind her back while holding on to them, the Japanese wrestler would then try to lift her opponent up, setting up a Glam Slam.  If everything went successful, she would take a step or two forward before attempting to slam Neske belly on the metal railing.

Neske's already sore and stinging body was not in much better shape when she was lifted by her arms up into the air from behind. She hung there for a moment, as her opponent moved closer to the railing, suspended in the air, before she came crashing down onto the railing, the metal pole pressing deep into her soft, exposed belly. The crowd roared at the display of brutality as a mouthful of the Dutch girl's saliva graced the side of the barricade closest to the audience, another spattering of blood decorating the floor and accompanied this time by a rogue tear or two. The rail felt like it had pushed all the way to Neske's spine, her eyes shooting wide open and her irises shrinking to the size of a pebble from the agony. Neske was too winded from the attack to scream or speak, but the pain on her face spoke volumes on it's own while she coughed and convulsed, curled up over the metal barricade.

Akiha had managed to lock in her opponent arms and lift her up before displaying her for a few seconds before bringing Neske down and doing some massive damage as the audience roared.  It seemed that the foreign wrestler was now effectively out of the fight.  Just one more slam would put her away, but the Japanese wrestler wanted to teach her a lesson, thus she would display her most brutal finisher.  

“FIVE!” said the referee as she continued to count.  Akiha would now attempt to pull on Neske's hair while grabbing a piece of her clothing as well, where she would then attempt to drag the foreign wrestler towards the ring before trying to throw her back into the ring.  If everything went to plan, the Japanese wrestler would slide after her opponent and would thus end the referee count and not have to worry about being disqualified.

Neske lie hunched over the railing, coughing painfully as her body twitched and quivered. This match had gone far south fast, and Akiha wasn't showing many signs of slowing down. Neske's mind raced to come up with an escape, or a counter, or... something. Just a coherent thought and something more than the pain and ringing. She ran out of time, however, as a angry hand grasped her hair again, her eyes spreading wide in fear as she stared the nearest fan right in the eyes. "H-help!" she whispered, before she was yanked away from her perch and back towards the ring. As the other hand reached for her seat, she thought, no, she knew she had to do something. With a twist of her tired abdomen, she swung back with an elbow, hoping to catch her attacker's face, or chest, or anything.

Meanwhile, it had seemed that Neske's pleas for help had done some good, or perhaps fortune was just favoring her. While by no means on her side, the crowd was no longer overwhelmingly against her like it had been, the cheers for her opponent mixed with it's fair share of boos and jeers. If she was especially lucky, maybe some of the crowd would even root for her sudden determination...

Akiha grabbed Neske hair and clothing but just as she was about to throw her back in the ring she felt a sudden pain in her chest as she was forced to let go and take a step back or two.  “Gah.” stated Akiha in response before looking in amazement at her opponent.  The Japanese wrestler was impressed as she wondered if she could have done the same if the situation had been reversed.  “SIX!” said the referee who was now still counting.  Snapping back into focus, Akiha would charge forward and attempt to hit Neske with a big boot to the face, trying to knock her opponent down.

Neske let out a gasp of relief as her counter-attack worked out for her, getting out of the grasp of her opponent, and with a fairly definite roar from the crowd. It seemed that she was starting to win their favor, or at least part of it, and that alone was enough to keep her spunk going. Spunk only could take her so far, however, and it did not deflect a big boot directly into her face, slamming her into the concrete floor. Neske struggled to get back to her feet, but with her exhausted and beaten body, she could get to her elbows at best, nursing her beaten face which only began to bleed more profusely.

Hitting Neske with a big boot, Akiha managed to take down the foreign opponent to the floor.  The audience was now cheering half and half which was a bit disappointing for Akiha but she would need to gain their favor at a later time, for now she needed to focus on the match as the referee was still counting the two of them out and had reached seven, meaning the two needed to get back in the ring quickly.  Thus, the Japanese wrestler would now attempt to grab her foreign opponent by the hair and then try to throw her back into the ring.  If everything went successfully she would then slip in the ring and thus ending the referee count.

Neske appeared to be barely cogniscent as she was lifted by her hair, a quiet groan the only indicator that she was still conscious. With dizzy, glassy eyes, she looked up at the girl who had been wailing on her with expressionless eyes, letting out another yelp as she was tossed into the ring. She hung with one arm out of the ring, but it constituted enough not to add to the countdown, and she lie there, breathing heavily, when her opponent climbed in with her, ending the countdown entirely.

With both of them back in the ring, neither wrestlers now had to worry about being counted out by the referee.  Akiha took a moment to examine her opponent who was still bleeding.  She knew this match was almost over, but her opponent was being stubborn about it.  Still she doubted that Neske would be getting up once she performed her most brutal finisher on her.  The Japanese wrestler would attempt to pull her opponent hair and try place Neske head in between Akiha legs.  Is successful the Japanese wrestler would then attempt to lift her foreign opponent and place her opponents legs on Akiha shoulders before carrying her to the turnbuckle and then placing Neske on top of it on a sitting position.

Neske's breathing was heavy and labored, every exertion feeling like it took a tremendous amount of effort. Her mind screamed to get up, to fight back, but her body refused to listen. Helplessly, her head was raised by her hair again, and placed between Akiha's soft, sweating thighs. There was a bit of comfort in it, before she was raised up and onto the Japanese girl's shoulders, her dazed eyes getting a clear look at the roaring fans. Some cheered her name, some cheered against her, and some seemed to be here just for the brutality. All in all, not a bad turnout, given that they were almost unanimously against her at the beginning. As she was placed onto the turnbuckle, Neske put up little resistance, far too dizzy to properly fight back at this point. She simply looked on at her opponent, a part of her hoping Akiha would have a final pang of mercy.