Suzuya Haruko vs. Casimir Day - Submission Hentai Match

The size difference between the two was evident as the pain that wracked Haruko's spine grew more intense, and she wasn't particularly fond of the light poke she felt in her back, either. It didn't last for terribly long, however, when Casimir switched angles, letting go of her chin and slamming her face into the canvas. It wasn't hard enough to cause any serious damage, these mats were designed with that intention, after all, but when the stars in her eyes faded out Haruko could see little drips of red staining the white in front of her face. She used the scant clothing of the gloves she had to wipe her nose when the dripping subsided, really getting her arm in there to clean her face, before crawling up to her feet so she could give this guy a bit of... where was he?

For a moment, all Haruko felt was confusion. Did her opponent bail on her? Where did he go? He was doing a lot better than she was, after all. Though it came to her in a panic she tried to suppress when she heard the shuffling of something over the side of the mat. Apparently this Casimir guy was also a fan of using something other than his hands, and while Haruko was intent on not losing her cool, she also wasn't too keen on being turned into a meaty pulp if she could help it. She started to head towards his side of the ring, hoping she could get to him before he got to... whatever it was he was looking for.

Casimir would be sad to hear he didn't get to see her bleed; those were the few things that he enjoyed. But hopefully, there would be a few more chances for him to do such as he pulled more weapons out from under the ring. For now, he moved to shift a few choice weapons a bit closer to the edge, humming as he shuffled through the weapons, just giving it a bit more of a reorganizing before he took hold of the chair and slid back out.

Oh look, there was the annoying girl, trying to come towards his side of the ring. He chuckled and left the chair on the floor for a second, moving to jump onto the canvas -- and grab for Haruko from the other side of the ropes, hoping to grab her head and slam her neck down on that top rope. It would work to stun her, hopefully, and send her onto her back -- so he could slip back into the ring with the chair in hand.

This was not good. Not cool. Bad. Probably.

Whatever Casimir was stirring up, it was the one moment he didn't seem to spend just beating on Haruko so far, and her gut told her that was more bad news than good. Or, maybe not. He could have had a change of heart, right? In either case, she headed over to his side of the ring to check. She figure she'd have to slip out after him, but for now a quick peer over the ropes wouldn't hurt-

And that's when he launched up towards her. Haruko wasn't exactly tall enough for her head to go over the top rope, so it took a bit of lifting, but the extra lift as her opponent grasped her by the head only made pressing her neck down onto the top rope that much disorienting. As her throat slammed into the cable that was veiled in the more colorful padding, Haruko instantly gagged, before the tension of the wire sprung her back onto her ass, coughing on the mat. It wasn't a horrible fall, though, and after a few good coughs (and a gentle rub of her ass) she was ready to climb back up to her feet again.

Casimir couldn't have wished for the move to go as well as it did. He couldn't help but smirk at that satisfying gagging sound, watching her fall back onto her ass with a bit of coughing. Perfect. He grabbed that chair with a hum, sliding it into the ring before sliding himself in as well. He picked the chair up with a small smile, keeping an eye on Haruko.

As soon as she began to stand up, he would swing that chair like a baseball bat -- WHAM. Right into her face. The crowd began their jeering once more. Oh, they'd know never to cheer for Casimir again; he was a heel, through and through. He grinned at her wildly, shaking his head. "You should remember from now on that I am not one to be fucked around with!"

Just as Haruko managed to get her feet just in time for her face to meet the steel chair, the heavy weapon crashing into her skull and opening a gash, where blood started to drip down her face and cluster in her hair. The world was nothing but bright spots and ringing as she dizzily fell to her knees, groaning. As much as she wanted to have some sort of clever retort for Casimir's taunt, the most intelligent response she could muster right now was along the lines of "Ghkchghkitkt..." as her brain went for a slow reboot, the world gradually coming back into view as her body twitched where it was. As the starburst began to clear, she got a clear view of Casimir's junk, though the ringing kept his verbal bullying from being clearly heard.

Casimir would give her a much better view of his junk in moments; watching her just sitting like that, he couldn't help himself. He shifted for a moment, grabbing her by her hair and holding her in place for a few moments as he gave her a nice little bronco buster, right there in the middle of the ring. He raised a hand and motioned for them to jeer at him, laughing and almost basking in their hatred.

But he wasn't done with her yet, oh no way. He shifted for a moment, moving to grab her by her hair, to lift her up and spin her into a belly to belly piledriver -- before moving to slam her, head first, into the canvas, and keep her in a nice, tight headscissor where his crotch was directly in her face. "Come on, just tap out, girlie!" he remarked, tightening the headscissor for a moment.

It's always kind of amazing how a hard, throbbing dick in your face can restore your senses. This wasn't a life lesson Haruko was familiar with previously, but her blue-haired opponent seemed intent on making sure she didn't go through the day without learning a few things. She turned her face to try and avoid the brunt of his package, but his grip on her hair kept he from turning completely away.

By the time the humiliating assault subsided, a sharp tug on her scalp guided her back to her feet, before she was hoisted up and spun upside down, her arms dangling listlessly to her sides. The blow to her head still had Haruko a little dazed, and the sudden impact to the top of her skull didn't help any there. The ringing had returned in full force, and her twitching body barely able to register the further humiliation she was put in until the pain of the headscissor brought reality crashing back in. After a few moments of regaining her composure, she shifted her head as much as she could manage to make sure she was heard before responding. "I'm... I'm good, I'm ok-kay," she wheezed, the headscissors constraining her windpipe.

This girl just wouldn't give up. Even after the humiliating onslaught, she just wouldn't give way, even slightly! She'd pay for this, he'd make sure of it. Casimir couldn't even get her to tap after everything he did with the chair, after his beautiful headscissor too? Oh, he'd make her learn what she was dealing with, and quickly. Fine, if the headscissor wouldn't make her tap out, he'd just keep inflicting punishment on her.

He let go of those thighs around her, standing up once more. His shaft flopping around between his legs as he grabbed the chair again -- and brought it down on her body, side first. He wasn't trying to make a big sound, he was trying to hurt her. And badly. Damn the consequences. He was going to win this match and bring her down as much as he could. Hopefully she'd learn to be a bit smarter in what she said.

The headscissors didn't last too much longer, and Haruko finally got a chance to breathe and get that salty junk out of her face when Casimir let her go. With a heavy gasp, she flopped on her back, her chest visibly rising and falling as she tried to regain her composure and get back into the mess of things. So far nothing had been going for her, but... it could have been worse. Given his size, Casimir could have been a lot more brutal, but so far he seemed content to-

"GAAAHAH!" she cried loudly, her upper body shooting up as the side of the steel chair that still had her blood on it drove itself deep into her belly. As heavy as the weapon was, it was that much worse being wielded by someone his size, and after the weapon impacted she was left a groaning mess, lying on her side and halfway to the fetal position. "Okay... that hurt..." she quietly coughed, more to herself than anything.

Oh, Casimir could be far more brutal than he had been. And Haruko would witness that first hand as the match progressed. Standing tall above her in just those boots and gloves, he looked like he was hunting for blood and violence, much more than he already got. At least this time, he managed to get her to cry out -- and that was like music to his ears!

"Oh, did that hurt?" he asked, bending over her with a smirk contorting his face. "Well, you should expect a lot more of that." With that, he brought the chair down once more, moving to slam it down on her back this time. But once he did that, he was done with the chair; he would toss it out of the ring with a hum, moving to pick Haruko up onto his shoulder.