Kyoko Akan vs Souko Kawamoto Hardcore match.

She'd apparently my struck a nerve with her opponent Justin's by the look of irritation on her face, she practically confirmed it when Souka started ranting after taking another shot to the belly as she backed up. "It's bullshit now cause you know your losing, you literally boasted about challenging me to a stomach fight at the beginning." 

Kyoko tried to grab at Souka to pull her in only for Ouka to grab her hair and yank her forward driving her head into the ring barrier. "Guugh!" Kyoko groans out as she collides with the barrier and falls back stunned.

”It’s called trash talking. It’s what you do to get people hyped up and excited. Think you sometimes forget why we are here.”

There was something secretly satisfying about slamming Kyoko into the barriers. It just caused a surge of euphoria to pulse within her body. Maybe it was because of the satisfaction of damaging Kyoko after getting on her nerves. Either way, Souko had managed to turn the tables, the slam successful with Kyoko staggering back. She had hoped that Kyoko would have fallen to her knees, but instead she just staggered back and rose back up. Shame really.

Souko was determined now to keep the initiative now that she had gained it. It was time to turn the tables and put Kyoko on the defence. As Kyoko staggered back, Souko would capitalise on the momentum and lift her leg up, then swinging it up fast and high towards Kyoko’s stunned face to smash her shin into Kyoko’s face with a nasty high kick, trying to demonstrate the power of her strikes to her opponent. While Kyoko’s belly might have been made of steel, everyone had a vulnerable face. This was something that Souko planned to exploit now for the rest of the match, if attacking her stomach was out of the question, then her face would be the prime target. Bringing her leg back down after the kick a smile would grow on her face as she admired her own handiwork.

"I have no need for trash talk, I can actually back up what I say and that more then hypes up the crowd when I prove it." Kyoko said before she was cut off from continuing as Souka grabs her and drives her into the barricade, though she does manage to stay up Souka doesn't stop there as she shot her foot up and nailed her face. "Uuggh." Kyoko grunted as she moved back from the kick.

Rubbing her Ching she opened her eyes to see Souka smiling and brought her hands up. "Oh your happy about that? Yeah enjoy that little victory cause when this match is over your not be smiling." Kyoko said as she came in looking like she was gonna go for another punch at her gut before suddenly dropping and going fora sweep kick at Souka's legs.

It seemed that Kyoko was a lot tougher than she looked. Despite taking the kick to the face she refused to get down onto the floor, which was Souko’s primary aim. She didn’t know many people who could take a kick like that and get away with just staggering back a few steps. What’s more, it seemed that Kyoko had also recovered from the kick faster than Souko had expected. She had at least hoped in her head, to get another strike off before Kyoko recovered. She had already raised her fists before Souko could even do anything else.

On the plus side she had already revealed to Souko what her next attack was going to be. You never raised your fists that far away unless you were expecting a follow up strike or you were preparing for a strike yourself. And since Souko was nowhere near Kyoko to launch the strike in only left the latter option. The only question remaining as Kyoko was getting closer, was what sort of strike she was going to go for. Knowing Kyoko it was going to be at the stomach, so she Souko quickly dropped her hands down ready to block that sort of strike.

She was caught off completely off guard though. Just as it looked like Kyoko was going to launch her gut strike, she instead lashed out with her leg and swept it along the floor, knocking Souko right off her feet and landing back first onto the cold hard surface. A grunt escaped her lips and her face grimaced as she hit the ground. Her back was still in pain from having to hit the canvas before. This was just adding to a never ending stack of pain.

Kyoto nailed her with the sweep and sent her to the floor. Acting fast Komo came down to her side and drove 3 quick punches into Souko's belly before backing up and looking for another weapon of choice. She had the advantage and she aimed to keep it. Looking around while having one hand on her jaw, her chin still feeling the effects of the kick as she grabbed the chair she failed to hit Souka with earlier. 

Going over to Souka Kyoko would raise the chair and drop it on Souka if she could. "Try and dodge it this time Souka." She muttered as the chair came down.

Once again it seemed as if Kyoko couldn’t get over her stomach fetish. Landing next to her she smashed Sokuo’s stomach with three nasty, rapid punches into her stomach, causing Souko’s body to raise slightly and spittle jump from her mouth as the punches had winded her slightly. Her stomach felt as if it was on eternal fire right now. Nothing was going to put it out, she could see the redness from the impacts and could feel a nasty bruise was going to shortly follow.

Souko was lucky enough however to get a brief respite from the brutal beating. It seemed that Kyoko was looking for something to beat her up with. Souko caught her picking up the chair from before and starting to make her way back towards her. It was at that moment Souko had a flashback to a match she had watched a while ago. It was a match between River and Danika. Danika had used a chair to help increase the power of one of her kicks, catching River by surprise. Now while this didn't apply here, it did give her an idea as to how to deal with her little Kyoko-Chair issue.

As Kyoko got closer and closer, Souko couldn’t get up due to the raging fire in her belly, so instead she lifted her legs up, bringing her knees up to her chest, coiling her chest like a spring, storing all that sweet kinetic energy in her quadriceps and calves. It was at that point Kyoko began to drive the chair down towards her, and she could implement her plan. As the chair came down, hurtling towards Souko, she would thrust her legs upwards, releasing that stored energy in a display of almost superhuman speed and power. She aimed her legs directly at the chair, hoping that her power would be enough to overwhelm the thrust that Kyoko had put into the swing, turning the tables and sending the chair flying upwards and into Kyoko’s face with some nasty force. While Kyoko’s own energy with the swing would have knocked some of the energy out of Souko’s kick with the impact, there was still a fair amount of power there.

”I didn’t know you like to eat chairs?”

As she brought the chair down intent to just unload on Souka and the advantage Souka kicked her feet out and hit the chair, forcing it backwards and knocking it back at her, making it connect with her forehead.

"Aaauugn!" Kyoko screams as her head whiplashes back and and falls to the floor landing on her but. Her heads spinning and her hands go to the spot she was hit checking for any brushing or open wounds.

There wasn’t really a word in the English language that could describe the sensation and feeling that Souko was feeling right now. She felt like a goddess. Like she had just defeated the devil and was now invincible. The chair had hit its intended target. To Souko’s dismay however it didn’t hit the nose. Call her a sadist, but she really wanted to make Kyoko bleed after all the stomach attacks she has had to endure. The sharp pain in her stomach when she attempted to move grounded her back to reality though.

The chair attack had bought Souko time. She wasn’t sure how much but she was hoping it was enough to at least let her recover or attack. She still had not decided on exactly which she was going to do yet. Climbing to her feet she could see Kyoko checking for damage. Once on her feet, Souko looked around for something. However, after scanning around she decided against using anything. Instead she would close the small gap between them and stand by Kyoko’s side. She was going to carry on with her face offensive, bring her leg up and swinging it forward, aiming her shin for Kyoko’s nose.

”You know, you should never have a nickname with the word Queen it in. Makes it more embarrassing when you lose” While it might have been too early to brag, Souko was feeling a lot more confident about winning,

Her mind was not paying attention to what her opponent was doing, which was a mistake in this kind of match but her head was in too much pain to. Thankfully she hadn't been cut open which Souka would have taken advantage of but she could feel a nasty bruise beggining to forming there that could be problematic later.

"Rrgh, the fans called me that I never stated to do so." Kyoko ranted, the main reason she took pride in the name is because it was earned by her hard work, not something she just started calling herself to feel good. Kyoko looked up to see the kick nail her face, catching her nose as she was dropped fully to the ground, once again her hands came up to protect her face and make sure Souka didn't  keep targeting it.

It seemed as if luck was staying on Souko’s side for now. She had managed to get her shin kick to hit her target and at least keep Kyoko on the defensive and on the floor. Both of those was a bonus. It still didn’t help the burning sensation in her stomach. But it was dying down slowly but surely. If she kept this up she might even bag herself the win. Though there was still a short while to go with that one. With Kyoko guarding her face, and still on the floor, her attack options were limiting. She could try and break Kyoko’s guard and go for the face, but she felt as if it was going to take more than one kick to break through the guard. Listening to Kyoko’s words did give her an idea though.

”Well how about we go ahead and get that name stripped of you infront of the fans huh?” Souko would walk next to next to her, lifting her leg up and slamming it down onto her stomach. A little bit of payback for the three punches earlier. However, rather than moving her leg away, she kept it there, pushing down, using her barefooted heel to dig into her skin. To make it more uncomfortable she twisted her heel around left and right, really working deep into the skin. ”Not nice is it? I highly doubt your stomach is that strong. You are just a bitch who has a silly fetish and gets off on this stuff”