Second Chances (for RadiantKarna)

That had been close. Too close for Risako's liking, if she was honest. Her generous bosom was heaving as she sucked air in and out, her purple hair playing a violet halo around her head. Still clutching her back, she rolled onto her side, pressing a gloved hand to her hurting back. Her head, though, was what had taken the worst of it, and she blinked furiously, trying to clear out the cobwebs as the world around her slowly resumed its normal speed. That did nothing for the throbbing drumbeat in her skull, though.

Suddenly her hair was grabbed, causing her to gasp, and the next thing she knew she was hauled to her feet and trapped in a tight side headlock. Giving a muffled cry, she grabbed at Priscilla's arm, but the other girl was already running, pulling Risako with her. The Queen of Queens didn't have time to pull herself free before her skull collided violently with the turnbuckle-- her entire body jolted as though from an electric shock, before she slumped limply against the corner post, her legs giving out from under her as she was stunned by the brutal blow.

It was a satisfying feeling to send her opponent crashing down, face-first, into the turnbuckle with a running bulldog. Seeing that Risako had crumpled down from the move, Priscilla moved up and smirked at her, feeling a little fulfilled to see such a powerful woman being in such a state. No matter how much she admired her, the thing that mattered the most for Priscilla at the moment was to see Risako defeated and beaten by her. Seeing her slumping down like that, Priscilla would then grab her from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist, clinching up both her hands in the waist lock.

Breathing out, Priscilla would then try heave Risako up, throwing her over and then back with a German suplex, and she would proceed to bridge herself up, going for the pin. The ref would slide next to them and start counting for the fall.

"ONE!"

Risako was seeing stars at this point, her head filled with an annoying ringing after the way it was used as a battering ram against the turnbuckle. Her legs felt like they were made of jelly, and she was only barely staying upright after snagging her arms on the ropes. She blinked furiously, somehow thinking she was hearing members of the audience cheering for her to get back in the fight. Which was crazy, no one was cheering for her after--

She felt arms around her waist, and was hauled backwards. Alarm briefly brought her out of her dazed fugue, just in time to feel a horrible sensation of vertigo as she was lifted back and slammed down in a suplex. Pain jolted through her entire being, and she lay tiled on her shoulders, stunned.

It was only by some hard-wired instinct that she kicked out at that moment, getting a shoulder off the mat before the count could even reach 2...

Of course Risako managed to kick out before two. Priscilla would not expect for her to do otherwise, especially early in this match. Getting up from her foe, Priscilla would get up, taking Risako with her, pulling her up on her feet as well. After making sure that the former Wrestle Angel was on her feet, Priscilla would give her a condescending smile as she would look straight into her eyes.

"We're not done yet, you know?"

And with that, Priscilla would try to deck at Risako's chest with a clothesline, hoping to send her crashing down onto the mat, back first. She already had a few things planned for her, and she was only just beginning.

The kick out sent Risako rolling onto her side, huffing furiously for breath. Her back was in pain now in addition to the ringing in her skull. All old sensations that she had felt hundreds of times before, to be sure, but that didn't make it any less unpleasant.

She was about to try to push herself to her feet when Priscilla hauled her to her feet. She got a brief glimpse of her opponent's grinning face before she was chipped hard in the chest. She let out a loud gasp and collapsed onto her back, folding an arm àcross her generous bosom as she huffed for breath...

This time, Priscilla was the one who's dominating in this match. Seeing Risako gasping for breath, she looked at her face before she bent down, trying to pull her up on her feet. This time, she had one particular move in her mind that seemed to be more suitable for their current situation.

"Let's give everyone a show they will never forget, shall we?"

Picking Risako up, Priscilla would try to lift the former Wrestle Angel up over her shoulders, putting her in a fireman's carry. From there, she would try to carry her around the ring, jerking her body as she moved. She would parade the magnificent body of the Queen of Queens for the entertainment of the crowd, enjoying every second of this.

"Gwaaah...fffuuuh..." Risako rasped, clutching at her heaving bosom as she gasped for breath. Priscilla had the initiative now, and the other purple-haired girl wasn't wasting it, hammering away at Risako and making her unable to fight back with moves, like that breast chop, deliberately done to keep Risako stunned. It was a good strategy, and Risako would have appreciated it more if she wasn't on the receiving end.

She tried to muster the willpower to move, but then Priscilla was on her again, lifting her to her feet. Before Risako could react, she she was hauled up onto Priscilla's shoulders in a fireman carry, raised up off the mat like some furred trophy. She immediately felt her face go red at the humiliation of the move, and tried to escape. "Let...go..." she growled, her legs kicking empty air. She tried to deliver a hard elbow to Priscilla's side, but given the angle of the attack, she wouldn't be able to muster much strength behind the attack.

Priscilla sure was enjoying herself as she paraded Risako around. She might respect her as a wrestler, but that definitely didn't stop her to try asserting her own superiority over the former Wrestle Angel. While the elbow to her side had been quite a bother, Priscilla was largely unaffected by it, with it having not enough strength to rattle her.

"Now... how do you want me to end this for you?" Priscilla purred, finally stopping her little parade as she would stand in the middle of the ring, still having Risako on her shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Oh, I shouldn't let you decide..." she would say in a haughty tone, trying to break her spirit as she would carry out her move.

The move that she would try on Risako was a fireman's carry slam, in which she would be taking hold of the thigh and arm of the former Wrestle Angel, which were hung over her front side before leaning forward. Then, she would pull her opponent over her head and shoulders, slamming her down on her back in front of her.

Risako felt her face growing more and more red as she was paraded around by some trophy by Priscilla. A part of her was furious that she was being so humiliated by this...by this...upstart! The other part of her...well, wondered if maybe she had been right to doubt herself. Maybe she wasn't the wrestler she once was. Maybe this was a sign that she should quit.

She fought, all the same, her elbow slamming against Priscilla's side, drawing a hiss of pain from the other purple-haired girl, but it did nothing to reduce her grip. The next thing she knew, she felt Priscilla's grip on her tighten. She gasped a little, before gravity kicked in and the ring swung up to meet her.

She could only give a brief gasp of alarm before she was slammed back-first into the mat, pain lancing up her spine and causing her to give a brief cry of pain. Flopping uselessly to the mat, she lay on her back, staring up at the stadium lights as she chest rose and fell, teeth clenched in an agonized grimace...

Whippinh her hair back, Priscilla would then stand haughtily over Risako, giving the downed Wrestle Angel a disdainful look. "Hmph... it's been fun, but it's about time we end this..." Priscilla said, smirking arrogantly at Risako. "Frankly, you're disappointing. I expected more from the likes of you, Panther Risako..."

Now that Priscilla decided to end this, she would stand in front of the prone Risako, setting her legs, crossing them with the former Angel's legs. She was looking to put her in the inverted STF, also known as Muta lock.