Kyoko Akan vs Souko Kawamoto Hardcore match.

Kyoko smiled as Souka backed up in pain, she knew the girl was tough but once again she was showing that she was tougher and like she expected Souka was the first to back out of their little exchange and tried to go for a spinning kick.

"Ahh can your stomach not compete with the best? Too bad I'm not quite done yet." Kyoko ducked under the kick and moved in to deliver another uppercut into Soukas belly before grabbing her and trying to lift her over in a belly to belly suplex.

Souko couldn't help but be slightly disappointed at the fact that her kick had failed to hit. She had expected Kyoko to be fast, but she wasn't expecting her to be that fast at all. The missed kick had put her in a compromised position and Kyoko was quick to take advantage and launch her counter attack.

The suplex was unexpected and caught her off guard completely, her body being easily lifted and thrown over the wrestler and slamming down on her back. The power of the slam caused her to yell in pain, throbs of pain pulsing up and down her back, temporarily stunning her. Trying to give herself time to recover, Souko rolled over onto her hands and knees and tried to crawl over to the rope to help get herself back onto her feet. That was if Kyoko didn't have any other plans for her.

While Souka tried to get back to her feet Kyoko took the time to head outside the Img and grab one of the items scattered around it. Grabbing a kendo stick Kyoko came back in the ring and moved towards Souka.

Kyoko would try and crack the stick across her back if possible, and then kick her to her side so she could swing the stick down on her body if possible.

Crawling to the ropes felt like an age. Every single step forward seemed to drag on and on. She couldn't even remember how long it took her to reach the ropes, hands clasping around the fabric, trying to still ignore those dull throbs of pain from her back. Thankfully she was alot faster than she thought she had been, pulling herself to her feet without getting hit. An achievement all within itself.

However, turning around revealed that why she hadn't been attacked yet, she was about to. Her eyes widened as she saw Kyoko getting into range with a Kendo Stick, arms raised ready to strike. her fight or flight instincts kicked in and she had to make a snap decision. Her brain decided to dive downwards the canvas, hitting it with a thud, and a small groan as her forearms had absorbed most of the damage. The damage she felt though would of been nothing compared to the damage that stick would of done. Souko would be able to watch though as the Kendo attack missed and hit the ropes, she had only hoped that the ropes were bouncier and would of caused the stick to hit Kyoko back in the face. But she could dream. Souko couldn't let Kyoko get another attack in, she had to get the initiative back somehow. Lifting her legs up she tried to thrust them both up to collide with Kyoko's wrists, hoping the force of the hit was enough to disarm of her of that blasted stick.

She swung the weapon Souka only for the fighter to drop to the floor and dogged as it sailed past where she was. And Souka wasn't down there as she kicked up and drove her feet into her hands. Colliding with them and taking the stick out of her grip.

Kyoko backed up but refused to let Souka get away as she ran in and sent a kick at the her downed opponent to try and keep her down, before closing the gap  and att spring to mount her opponent and sit on her thighs.

Souko’s plan had worked a treat and she had managed to disarm Kyoko before she was able to use that blasted Kendo stick again. It would seem as if Kyoko was not going to stop relenting in her quest to hurt Souko however. Before Souko could do anything, Kyoko had recovered from the disarmament and was charging back at her, throwing a kick that landing into her side and caused her to grimace.

Souko needed to get out now. Being on the canvas was no way to be in a fight like this, even more so when your opponent seems to be hell bent on trying to keep targeting your stomach. Right after taking the hit Souko would roll out of the ring, afterall she was right next to the ropes and Kyoko was blocking the passage to the centre of the ring. Rolling out and landing on her feet, Souko took a few steps forward and turned around, just in time to see Kyoko mount thin air. Souko could help but let a chuckle escape her lips.

”My my. What is this? Attacking thin air? What has air ever done to you huh?”
Being outside the ring offered Souko a whole new realm of possibilities. It also upped the stakes as hitting the floor here would hurt a hell of a lot more than hitting the canvas would. Still, Souko took a few seconds to observe the various little weapons that were protruding slightly from the ring. She was going to be ok.

While her kick connected Souka once again retreated before she could do much else, really it was more annoying then anything else. "Is running away all your good at? Some wrestler you are." Kyoko retorted as she carefully exited the ring, ready in case Souka tried anything.

From there it was a matter of what to do next, there were several weapons at their disposal and Kyoko was confident she could get the advantage. Moving forward Kyoko tried to go for the nearest weapon to her, a chair and try and get a solid hit on her opponent.

Souko was shocked at the way Kyoko exited the ring. She was half expecting her to climb the ropes and leap towards her with a slam. Instead she carefully exited. Souko wasn’t stupid to even attempt an attack while she was getting out the way she did. Instead she focused on taking a few steps back. She wasn’t running away, more so being prepared and preserving the longevity of the match. There was little point in her exhausting all of her energy now dodging blows and launching her own. Kyoko had established herself as attacker so for now Souko was happy to be the defender. Let Kyoko exhaust herself a bit and then Souko could grasp the win at a later time.

”It’s called self-preservation. Might as well just let you tire yourself out. It seems to be all you are good for” Before Souko could say anything else, Kyoko had picked up the chair and was trying to swing it at her with reckless abandon, not caring for where it hit so long as it did hit. Those extra steps back proved critical, they allowed Souko to move to the side to avoid the strike, the chair swinging narrowly past her arm. It also enabled her to grab the chair and yank it with all her might, attempting to disarm her and at the same time toss the chair away. Regardless if it worked or not, Souko quickly pushed Kyoko away from her at the shoulders. She needed to make sure there was always some distance between them.

"Not in match its not, self-preservation involves defending yourself, running away is the mark of a coward. Did our little scrap at the beginning scare you off?" Kyoko taunted further, not bying Soukas's excuses. And she was an even bigger fool of she believed that Kyoko was anywhere near her limit, she'd learn how to pace herself to avoid gassing out and Souka could onlydodge for so long.

 Her chair shot ended up missing by a few inches, and Souka grabbed it as she tried to pry it away, but Kyoko held it before anew idea came into her head. Letting go of the chair she would pull it up to knock her off balance and rush into to drive another jab into Soukas tummy.

Kyoko’s words were starting to irritate Souko. Right now she was trying to focus on keeping herself out of troublesome situations. Having chairs swung at you like a club tended to make you think twice about going on a all out offensive. Kyoko was annoying her with her constant power hits. She was able to at the very least get rid of the chair. That would stop Kyoko from doing any more damage with it.

Kyoko was able to fire off another attack before Souko could get off an attack of her own,or for that matter even move. In typical Kyoko style it was a attack on the stomach that hit it's mark perfectly and caused Souko's stomach to light up in pain again and illicit a groan from her lips.

"Enough with this stupid stomach fetish bullshit of yours. It's just freaky" Kyoko had finally managed to piss Souko off. She had enough of everything that Kyoko was doing. She would reach out and grab her by the hair and step to the side,revealing the barrier that was just over a metre away. With that she would charge forward, pulling Kyoko forward and attempting to smash her face first into the barrier.