Seraphim Vs. Megumi- Crimson against Crimson(Complete)

((It's not Shizuka lol, it's Megumi))

Megumi began to stir again. She saw Sera's fist inches in front of her face, then closed her eyes and braced for impact. The hit never came. Megumi opened her eyes again to see Seraphim backing off, a look of shock and disbelief on her face. Megumi almost smiled. It seemed that her opponent had come out of her trance of insanity. But it was a bit too late. Megumi felt pain all through her body. She coughed, some blood dripping out of her mouth.

"Ah... you're back," Megumi said, "Do you like your handiwork?" She coughed again, more blood coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were focused and piercing as she looked at Sera, hoping that her pathetic state would evoke some sympathy. Megumi didn't want to continue any more, she just wanted their fight to end.

((lol. ;xD Oops, sorry. @_@ Too many RPs at once and I confused myself. I fixed it~))

It was happening again... wasn't it? Why did it have to act up again, she thought she had seen enough with the prison's psychiatrics to finally help her get over the incident. She was sure she stopped those hallucinations over a year ago, she even no longer had to take medicine for her post truamatic stress. But here, in the ring, it had acted up again, she should have been more careful.

Seraphim had her hands on her knees still, slouched forth as she heard Megumi's words, finally hearing her loud and clear, focusing on breathing as sweat begun to drop from Seraphim's face and to the mat, her face was flushed red from the extremely taxing stress she put on herself when she lost it. Slowly though, Seraphim lifted her head, brushing her hair aside, the blood stain in the back of her head smearing along some of it before she looked towards Megumi, clearly in her own pain and exhaustion after the event. She couldn't just play it off like pain didn't bother her, she lacked more than enough energy to play that act.

"No.. not if I don't remember it." She said flatly, one hand still at the side of her head, shaking it lightly like she had a killer migraine. "I'm done with this... I.. I need a doctor and my pills... let's just end this." Seraphim's tone breached a borderline of uninterest, rather dull as she would reach out, grabbing Megumi by the shoulder to throw her into the mat and on her back. Even the throw wasn't as forceful, like she simply shoved Megumi nd would let gravity do the rest. The fans didn't like it too much, but Seraphim didn't care. She had no point in pummelling someone if she threw along the risk of losing it again. And after Megumi had been on the recieving end of, Seraphim actually felt a little pity for the girl; a rare thing to come across Seraphim's mind. But she knew no one deserved to face the demon she kept chained within.

Megumi let Sera pick her back up, her body completely limp and unmoving. Though the throw onto the mat wasn't forceful, in Megumi's condition it hurt, the impact jarring her already sore body. Megumi lay on the mat now, unmoving. She lay almost peacefully, stretched out on the mat, like she was asleep with her eyes closed.

Sera would easily get the pin, considering Megumi's condition.

'Feh... cute I guess.' Seraphim thought as Megumi went down, and Seraphim noticed how, despite being so beaten, she looked like she had been half-asleep. The one-eyed wrestler had little interest left in the match, but as she looked down at Megumi a bit longer, she couldn't help but get a mix of emotions. Initially, she still had her sadistic side, wanting to beat the girl down, then, there was also her inner desires kicking in, knowing she could really take advantage of Megumi if she wanted. But there also the regret that she had for Megumi after losing control, and a bit of sympathy for her to just end it.

"Why the fuck did God have to curse me with a conscious?" Seraphim said aloud, not sure what option to pick over this situation before she turned to the crowd. You know what? She'd let them decide, as long as it didn't take too long. She had hopes that maybe she could leave this ring at least a little pleased with her fight, and since the fans practically knew more about what to do here than Seraphim had, she turned towards them, subconscouslly holding her pained gut as she listened.

And they wanted an encore...

As a heel, and just like she had contracted, she needed to give the fans what they wanted, after all, she needed the money and she wanted to come out on top. So, heading over to Megumi slowly, Seraphim decided to give them what they asked for. However, where as they wanted blood, Seraphim was done with shedding that for today; still afraid she'd lose herself, so she settled for a different kind of end.

Kneeling down to Megumi, Seraphim would straddle herself over Megumiâ€s gut, her thighs and crotch resting there before she went down to let both hands latch on to the girlâ€s breasts. Seraphim wasnâ€t a complete pervert like some wrestlers were, but she still had her sexual desires, and preferred woman over men. So, hoping to get off a bit from this, and doing something that wouldnâ€t pulverize Megumi any further, Seraphim started to cope and feel and massage her breasts from the outside of her outfit, finding them easy to find because of the way the straps on her outfit helped them really flesh out, and taking her rough grip and beginning to have her fun.

Megumi was almost out cold, almost. She could not move her body, nor could she really speak, but she was at least partially aware of what was going on around her. Everything seemed as if a dream, the ring, the crowd now cheering for Seraphim to do as heels do and punish her, even her opponent, who appeared only as a dark haze in her vision. Megumi knew what was going to happen next. She had seen it often enough, even had it done to her once during her wrestling career. It was a downside to being a face. It was the time for the heel to crush the face. Megumi knew that the event often made the more fragile girls end their careers in shame, but she was too strong for that. No matter what Seraphim did, short of hurting her more, Megumi could endure.

Sera sat down on Megumi's stomach. For an instant, Megumi thought Sera was going to continue to punch her, but that was not what transpired. Instead, Sera's hands grabbed Megumi's breasts roughly. Though nearly unconscious, Megumi could still feel the pleasure. Her breathing became deeper, and a slight blush came to her cheeks. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips.

Was Seraphim sorry for what she was doing right now? Not at all, she didn't have much shame to begin with, and since Megumi was the one being humiliated, Seraphim didn't have much to lose. Though... she did feel her sex aching to be rubbed as she was straddled on Megumi, but she kept herself restrained. For now, Seraphim would continue what she was doing, feeling that she had inflicted enough pain for one day, and giving Megumi a softer side of an ending, the girl perhaps lucky she would escape without getting anything else broken other than some of her pride.

"I'm glad you like it." Seraphim said with a calm, but almost teasing manner, her tone a little calmer now as she barely spoke above a whisper when she saw the girl blushing. She failed to hear the moan, but when Megumi's lips parted just a litte, Seraphim had to resist from kissing her, but despite the blood seeping from the girl's lips, it didn't stop Seraphim. Hell, sometimes a little blood made things better, even a kiss~ Both hands would explode further along Megumi's breasts, starting to slowly pull down at the costume, hoping to expose her underments as her hands would then work through the folds of those. Her touch pushing into and smooshing her breasts a little, letting her fingertips sink in as her plump breasts would stat to be squeezed, just hard enough to really bring and almost no pain. As this went on, Seraphim's paler lips came down to Megumi's pressing into her, silently moaning into it as she didn't release, and hoped to let her tongue explore inside.

She knew this was what was going to happen. Megumi knew of the two ways to crush a face; one was to destroy the girl physically, injuring her through violent and crippling attacks; the second was to shame her sexually, humiliating a girl by exposing her and making her seem less than even a whore. Sera had already nearly accomplished the first, as Megumi's body was destroyed to the point that she could not resist, or even move, without great pain. The second, Sera was in the process of doing.

Megumi felt cool air on her breasts. So Sera had decided to pull her dress down to expose them. The black sports bra she wore underneath did nothing to hide how stimulated she was, the nipples standing erect from pleasure. Then, a breath across her face, and tender contact between their lips. The Megumi could taste her blood as well during their kiss, the metallic tang and salty taste upon her tongue. She moaned louder when Sera squeezed her breasts pleasurably. Sera handled her roughly, but that was what Megumi expected. The redness on her cheeks deepened. Sera's tongue entered her mouth, touching Megumi's tongue. Megumi did not respond, her mind lacking the capability to command any part of her body.

The bitch was really getting into this, wasn't she? Even being on the borderline of consciousness, Megumi still showed clear signs of pleasure, and this would bring nothing but arousel back to Seraphim, who would barely contain herself at this time. Nearly unaware of her actions, she would slowly slide her hips up and down, casually grinding her privates, still completely covered in her leather jeans, against Megumi's lower belly she had remained straddled on. A faint, but growing redness came to Seraphim's cheeks, her face contorting into an expression of pleasure momentarily, before keeping her focus on Megumi, not herself.

"Mmmf... mmm~" Compasionate moants escaped from Seraphim during the kiss, actually enjoying the copper taste that tingled her taste buds, finding it nostolgically good in sadistic manner. Her lips never parted though, as her fingers continued to work, rubbing over the outside of her bra a few more times feeling the two, heightened nipples underneath the material, signaling Serahim to go further. She didn't expose the girl's chest to the crowd just yet, but she managed her fingers easily under the bra, letting the tightness of her sports bra only trap and force Seraphim's hands harder into her breasts. There, she would start to pinch her stubby nipples between her fingertips, pulling at them a little and stretching the bra while she maintained the kiss, her tongue slowly dancing along Megumi's, still moaning at the heated pleasure from her pussy down below, slowly rubbing her hips up and down Megumi still.

Megumi regained some feeling in the rest of her body, enough to feel Sera grinding on her stomach. Sera was good, very good, at what she was doing. Megumi almost felt like squirming and protesting, if she could do that. As it is, Megumi couldn't do anything bot go along for the ride and hope Sera would spare her the shame of being completely exposed. The crowd cheered louder, even Megumi's numerous fans were getting in on it, seeing their favorite idol's body close to being exposed to see.

Soon Sera's fingers had worked their way underneath Megumi's bra. Megumi almost gasped when Sera's rough hands made actual real contact with her breast-flesh. Sera's fingers even managed to touch and pull on her nipples, making Megumi moan louder. She was nearly unconscious, but her body still responded to pleasure. Indeed, it responded more because Megumi wasn't conscious enough to restrain it.

This whole thing felt strangely erotic. Humiliating someone like this, and pleasing one another despite so many seeing it, there was a rising sense of joy from this factor. Even if Seraphim could sympathize with her on some levels, it still left her wanting to fulfill these desires, and she didn't stop. Though in fortune for Megumi, she did give herself one rule, knowing how horrible it was to have happen to you in front of so many people; and that was not to strip her down. It happened to Seraphim before, a few actually in prison, having been raped more times than she could count on her fingers and toes, left soiled and naked for everyone to watch. So even she had some compassion on that part, not daring for even the most wicked and hated soul alive to go through such a thing.

But just because Seraphim decided to give herself a limitation, that didn't mean she was going to play soft. Eventually, her lips would escape her barely conscious victimâ€s, and she would take a long breath, one of her hands escaping from Megumi's bare breast. She would then take that hand to pull down at her bra, just enough for her left breast to become exposed. Wasting no time on this, stopping for now her own pleasure as she ceased her own rubbing, Seraphim bent down closer, one hand still pinching and even tugging at her nipple, while the other went elsewhere, reaching lower... To Megumi's exposed breast, Seraphim's lips pursed to a seductive smile, her own flushed with heat and blushing, before coming down to the breast and planting her lips upon it, around the nipple, kissing i before licking around the sensitive point.

Her other hand having gone lower and behind her, Seraphim would reach for Megumi's skirt, casually furling it upwards, exposing her panties to the crowd, but not removing them as she remembered her mental promise. And then, starting off delicately, she did no more than give a tease as she traced he pointer finger up and down the outside of her panties, feeling if she was wet and trying to find a good spot to play with.