I Quit! Yagyu vs Skull! Rematch!

Yagyu would soon get senses back together as she would shake off the pain and dizziness and got up on all fours, herself up onto her knees, she would see Touko with a chair in her hands and immediately tried to get to her feet.

Not wasting any time Touko would bring the steel chair down on her rising opponent's exposed back, slamming it down once, twice, three times! and finally bringing the fourth down on her head! "Oh ho ho ho ho!" The sadistic heel laughed over her soon to be broken opponent. "Not even going to fight back this time?"

Yagyu would scream as she felt the metal chair slamming on her back for the first time, sending her right back onto the mat. Yagyu would spasm when the metal chair was brought down on her again for a second and third time. The fourth, Yagyu would attempt to get up, raising her head before the metal chair collided down on her skull!
Yagyu's head would smack right back down to the mat, a pounding pain coursing through her entire body as her upper body laid down and her ass stuck in the air right in front of Touko.

Touko would take her time strutting over to the broken jobber. Grabbing a fistfull of the pathetic excuse for a wrestler's hair and tossing her into the corner turnbuckle. Touko couldn't believe her luck that this match had got approved, the last time she beat a girl this badly the company forced them to retire! Oh, how she loved the AFW! Touko grabbed the mic off of the mat and began strutting over to her dazed opponent. Sticking the mic in her face, Touko awaited a response!

Yagyu would groan when she felt herself be picked up by her hair and thrown against a turnbuckle. She would shut her eye in pain as her head still pounded in pain. She would then feel something poking at her lips and open her eye to see Touko putting a mic at her mouth. Yagyu would glare at her and said into the mic, "Fuck. You."

"I don't understand why you are so fucking stubborn!" Touko would say slamming the mic down against Yagyu's head making a giant noise from the sound system. "You won't fight and you won't admit defeat!" Touko would send a few mean spirited gut punches at her bikini-clad opponent. "Fine! We have this whole room to ourselves, let's use it!" Touko would grab her plaything once more preparing to drag her out of the ring onto the cold cement floor.

Yagyu would grunt in pain when Touko slammed the mic on her head before launching a few punches to her gut, causing her to double over. She would feel Touko grabbing her hair again and dragging her out of the ring and onto the hard cement floor, into the more dimly lit parts of the room.

If this were a proper arena she would drag this pathetic wrestler into the audience, letting them grope and grab her at will. What a shame, Touko would have to make her own fun. It wasn't so much that she minded, but the humiliation of getting groped by your own fans was a such a specific type of humiliation that couldn't be replicated any other way. Whatever, at least her and Yagyu were locked in this room until one of them verbally admitted defeat. Touko would take her time circling around the ring dragging Yagyu around before whipping her into one of the small assortments of chairs set up around the ring. "Hey, I smuggled some real fun toys in here... why don't you take a look!" Touko said whipping her opponent into the ring apron!

Yagyu would scream when felt herself being whipped into a bunch of chairs set upped, crashing into them completely and wrecking them. Yagyu would lay in them, groaning in pain. She would feel Touko grabbing her again only to throw her back into the ring. Yagyu would roll all the way into the center of the ring before stopping and sprawled out in the center. Yagyu heard what Touko said and dread to think of what horrible things she could've possibly brought into this locked room.

Touko would adjust her kneepads lazily before making her way over to the busty ragdoll on the ground. Touko would strut over making sure to kick Yagyu's head as she walked, she bent over shoving her ass in Yagyu's face as she bent over to reach for a new toy. Hitachi... A few tables... a riding crop... and the brass knuckles she was hiding in her cleavage... Oh she could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. She was sure that the video of this match would be a best-seller. Settling on something a little simple, she dragged one of the wooden tables out, saving the rest for later in the match!