Broken Beaten and Scarred: Haruko Ryuzaki VS The Won Sisters

Haruko watched on as Bridget got up and began to turn towards her sister. The blond goddess had thought she was a coward...sure she was doing the smart option...but in her mind it was simply giving up Cindy to a beating. Anyone can act prideful, like they're on top of the world...but Haruko knew in her heart that all angels were like this...cause when things get tough...everyone folds...

At least that's what the muscular woman had thought when suddenly, Bridget turned back and came at her rather quickly to deliver a spinning chop to her nicely sized rack. Haruko would let out a quick but loud grunt as the woman's hand smacked against her barely covered breasts. The stinging impact forcing them to jiggle about before her hands shot up to nurse them while she leaned forward.

Eyes going wide in anger, Haruko would slowly look back up at Bridget. Lots of things were going through her head at the moment, lots of violent things, lots of bad things, and lots of downright disturbing things.

But when she looked up at her opponent, it was clear that the woman still had a smile on her face.

"I...Am gonna fucking kill you" Haruko would state as the anger in her eyes was replaced with some sort of unstable intensity. Then without warning, the muscular woman would try to wrap her arm around Bridget's neck, and pull her in for several knee strikes to her gut. If successful, Haruko would try to pull the woman around, before trying to charge towards the Won sibling's corner so she could throw her opponent through the turnbuckles so her shoulder would ram into the steel post!

Bridget was rarely one who drew too much joy from inflicting pain - that was her sister’s domain. But she had to admit, there was something more than a little satisfying about laying into Haruko’s barely-covered breasts like this. The woman clearly prided them, putting them on such vulgar display, so she had no right to be insulted.

Though, beyond the momentary satisfaction, perhaps it was not the wisest move. The look that Haruko gave when she turned around was one filled with murderous intent.

Never one to back down, Bridget moved to engage their foe, hoping to push her back, but the woman was quicker, far quicker, than she expected her to be, catching her off guard with crushing knee strikes.

”Gah!”[ One hit home.

”Nnh!” And a second.

”Nuh! The third sunk particularly deep, driving all of the wind clean out of her and leaving her stunned for a precious moment. That was all the time Bridget had before she was hurled bodily into the turnbuckle at ramming speed - the same turnbuckle that Cindy was waiting at.

Seizing the moment, Cindy tagged Bridget on the back and leaped into the ring. Her feet had only touched the floor for a moment before she charged forward and threw a wild kick at Haruko’s stomach, attempting to drive her back and buy her sister some time to recoup.

Haruko savored each knee strike she shot to her opponent's gut. Each one hit home, and each one made a nice sounding smack that went along nicely with Bridget's grunting. The blond wasn't really interested in her anymore, though. Never in her life was she the most patient woman...maybe that was why things always got so fucked up...

Burying away those painful memories that came flooding into her mind, Haruko would twist and turn with her opponent in tow before sending her flying into the steel ring post with a sickening thud. But what was sickening to others, was music to the muscular goddess's ears. The violence allowed her to focus on the match rather than her past...and with Cindy tagging herself in to help Bridget, things were getting interesting again.

"Oh does the little one want a piece of me now?-Ooommffff!!!" Haruko would say before a sudden kick to her midsection cut her off. Then after backing away a few steps from the force of the kick, she'd look back at Cindy while one hand held her abs. "Oh ho ho~ Look at you go!!!~" Haruko growled with a chuckle as her face looked absolutely giddy from the woman's enthusiasm to hit her.

The blond goddess would then charge forward as she attempted to hit her opponent with a clothesline. The attack was intentionally sloppy, though, as Haruko wanted to see what else Cindy could do. That...or she just wanted to raise the woman's hopes just so she could have them crushed.

Cindy must have seemed overconfident to the masses, jumping in to so eagerly face the blonde, busty bruiser who had just wrecked her sister with so much ease. Perhaps that confidence was born of folly, she could admit, but she saw some logic behind her actions.

Haruko was a big woman, strong and solid, but she wagered that her foe was lacking in skill and technique. Bridget, for all her charms, was lacking when more subtle moves were called for. That was Cindy’s speciality. ”You’re overconfidence will be your undoing, fool.”

Cindy muttered those prophetic words, and, as if to prove her right, Haruko came charging in with a clothesline that would not have passed muster on the first day of wrestling school. A thin smile graced the elder Won’s lips. This, she could work with.

She moved forward, too, only to duck under the blow at the last minute. Instead of running behind her, however, Cindy grabbed the arm as she passed, and used that as a lever to swing around the bigger woman’s back. She came around her from the other side, grabbed her with a front facelock, and attempted to use the accumulated momentum to drill her head into the canvas with a DDT.

Haruko would charge at her opponent with reckless abandon, but not out of overconfidence. One might even say this was just her style, a constantly reckless series of attacks that would alternate between simple to complex attacks. So when her clothesline failed, the blond woman did not worry. However, when Cindy took this chance to spin around her and stay close, she didn't realize that was where her opponent would have wanted her.

If the woman had kept the distance between them up and only get close for quick, calculated attacks, then Haruko would have been at the disadvantage. But the goddess was most dangerous in close quarters like this. So when Cindy caught her in a cross face and went for the DDT, Haruko would use this to advantage by wrapping her other arm around her opponent. The blond would then make sure her hands were locked tightly and would not come apart. That way, the goddess could counter Cindy's momentum, and keep her from falling backwards.

The goddess-like brawler would even try to take things one step further by slowly lifting her opponent up higher in a tight bear hug while Cindy still had her in the cross face. She wasn't squeezing as hard as she could, though...first she wanted to play with her prey...maybe even get her to squirm a little while she thought she could escape. But only for the blond to apply more pressure to crush her hopes! Yes, that was a very nice thought to the woman.

"Hmmm...what were you saying? Something about me being a fool?" Haruko would taunt as she held Cindy in her arms. "Do I really look like I'd be someone who's easily undone? Like I'm some bitch who has no place here? Or are you just saying that because the truth is...you're scared~...scared that I'll be breaking you both apart and end up standing above your beaten bodies?~" the muscular goddess said as she further tried to infuriate the elder won sibling.

At first, it was all going so well. Cindy managed to snag Haruko with the DDT, and it seemed like a sure fire way to bring her skull crashing into the ground with a big effect. She had used this particular move before, dozens of time and, it had never failed to change the composure of a match in her favor.

That, however, was not what would happen. Not this time.

Cindy gasped, a loud, audible drawing of her breath, as her momentum was brought to a screeching halt. At first blush, that seemed nigh impossible. Why she was hardly a heavy woman, she would not describe herself as a lightweight, either. Certainly too heavy to simply be stopped in such an embarrasingly abrupt fashion. Yet, that was precisely what happened. Haruko boasted insane strength, the likes of which could rival even Friction’s biggest bruisers.

She was also a cruel, contemptuous woman, as Cindy learned when the fulsome blonde pulled her in for a crushing bearhug. It wasn’t paralyzing pain, not just yet, but it was implacable, and iron grip that Cindy couldn’t squirm out of, and made all the more uncomfortable by the blonde’s skimpy clothing - likely the point.

Doing her best to ignore the taunts, she struggled and pushed hard against Haruko, fighting for any inch of relief she could get. ”You oaf!” She grunted and let go of the hold, using her hands to push against Haruko’s face. ”Let me go!”

Haruko loved crushing opponents. There hopes, their chances, but most importantly, their bodies. With that in mind, the blond found that bear hugs were one of the most satisfying of holds when it came to crushing an opponent’s body. It wasn’t fancy, but it was a very, VERY enjoyable one.

However, when Cindy’s hands started shoving her face away, it ruined the mood. All Haruko wanted was a little bit of time to play with her opponent. But NOOOO...this bitch wanted to keep fighting in such an annoying way. It barely did anything to the blond’s grip, but it made things unanjoyable for her at the same time.

That just had to change...

Haruko would quickly try to bite down on Cindy’s hand and she wouldn’t let go. The ref girl would surely have a fit, but so would this little angel. That alone made this worth it to the devilish goddess as she continued to hold the woman with her strong arms.

Cindy was quite convinced this could not get any worse. At the least, she was having a hard time seeing how it could have from the current state.

After all, she was being crushed in half, her spine bent to an impossible angle as Haruko - the madwoman, the psychopath, the torturess - squeezed away in her bearhug. Despite her voluptuous form, there was little give to be found against this woman’s body. Just a relentless pressure,

What could be worse than getting crushed like that? Having her hand bitten while she was crushed like that, for one thing.

She let out a bloody shriek, as the monster of a woman dug her fangs into Cindy’s delicate skin, biting so hard that she feared skin would be broken. As she writhed about, the referee came in, looking to break it up. [b]”Hey, no biting! Let go!”[/color]

Haruko happily made Cindy pay for trying to break free, but there was one little issue she hadn't considered. That being how biting was illegal, and that the ref would get involved. The muscular goddess would rolled her eyes while her opponent's hand still in her mouth. Looked like she wouldn't get to enjoy this bear hug after all.

So instead, Haruko would let go of the woman's hand slowly before simply dropping Cindy onto her butt.

Upset that she had been forced to break up the hold, the blond would then try to embarrass her opponent by kicking the woman's face with her bare foot a few times. The strikes weren't really designed to hurt that much. Sure they'd sting a little, but no more than a light slap would. However, they'd defiantly hurt Cindy's pride...Haruko knew that from experience. It had been a long time, but when she first started fighting in underground clubs, this would happen to the blond every few matches.

After enough time, though, Haruko had built up a such a brutal reputation that no one dared to try angering her in such a way. And now that she was in a new league, she had a new reputation to build up. The Won Sisters were a good start...but one match wouldn't cement her as a credible threat. The more dominant she was in it, the more credibility she'd gain towards her goal.

Cindy hissed and shrieked as Haruko tore into her hand with those sharp teeth, further cementing the impression that this wasn’t a woman she was fighting, but some upright beast, a blond monster in a bikini. She had no doubt that the woman not only would’ve broken skin if the referee hadn’t stop her, but she’d have done so with sadistic glee.

Fortunately, this match had rules, and it seemed like Haruko wasn’t satisfied with disqualification. She let Cindy go, allowed her to flop on the mat, and for a moment, the elder Won Sibling thought she had earned a sweet - if momentary - relief.

She was wrong, as it turned out. Her foe didn’t seem willing to give her any real respite. The next thing she knew, bare feet were crashing into her skull, coming down with disdain from above. Her hands came up to block them, but there was little she could do to block the damage and save her pride.

She needed to move, now, needed to get away from this woman’s terrible range. She went into a crawling frenzy, not caring which direction she went, as long as she made it to the ropes and got away from Haruko’s onslaught.