Kyoko Akan vs. Masuyo Ai - Iron Sharpens Iron

Jesus, that punch was worse than she thought it’d be. Masuyo was fully aware of how badly her stomach had been worked over. Her body never let her forget about it. Every move she made, every time she went to defend against Akan’s attack, was hampered by the stabbing pain in her gut. The last thing she knew she wanted was another shot to that area, but it looked as though she had no say in the matter. The punch brought her to knees, nearly taking Kyoko with her by the looks of it before the woman steadied herself. The Demon’s vision was just starting to come back into alignment, trying to figure a way out of this situation before she felt a pair of hands wrapping around her waist, drawing a pained gasp from her lips.

“Wha…” The MMA maven hadn’t the faintest idea of what she was being set up for until it was too late. The whole world flipped around in her vision as was held upside down by the Belly Queen. Her eyes went wide as she faced the audience, a round of camera flashes making their way around the ring. Time seemed to stop for an instant before, all at once, it came crashing down. Her head collided with the floor, a harsh crash echoing forth as Masuyo’s eyes rolled up into her head and she fell limply forward. There she laid face down on the ground with her arms at her sides with the steady rise and fall of her torso being the only clear amount of movement she displaying.

The move was hard, mostly cause of how hurt she was overall but thankfully Masuyo was equally hurt and dazed, causing her to be able to get her up for the Piledriver and after a few good seconds she dropped her down and let the drop do the rest. Instantly she let go of her after the piledriver move and flopped to her back for a second. The move was devastating but after the move Kyoko had a lot to deal with, attempting to move in and try to go for the pin shortly afterwards, cause no matter how tough a move was she couldnt afford to lay there and hope they would still stay down.

Trying to grab her leg Kyoko would turn and attempt to lift it up as she laid on her back. If she could secure this pin she could get a tighter hold on her lead and save herself the serious risk of Masuyo surpassing her in pins and submissions. The ref came down and would begin the count as Kyoko held the Demon down. The girl had not been here anywhere near as long as she had, but she was quickly rising in respect in Kyoko's mind. Anyone who could keep up with her like this deserved it and she was overall versatile as an opponent who might be someone she would need to look out for next time she was in the main event of a PPV. But for now she had to remind her she was the veteran.

Honestly, she believed she was a bit more durable than this. Masuyo’s limbs may has well have been made out of glass for all the good they were doing her at the moment. Her entire body lay still on the mat after Kyoko’s viscous piledriver and the whole audience seemed to be holding their breath after the Queen fell on her back. The sheer exhaustion of this fight was taking its toll on both of them evidently, but it appeared as though Masuyo would be the first to succumb to it, despite her best efforts.

She’d taken her fair share of harsh blows before. She’d been on the wrestling scene and gone up against some of the toughest opponents she could find. It was fair to say that she had taken the brunt of the industry’s harsher techniques, even if she was still a fresh-faced rookie by normal standards. But this was by far the longest she’d stayed within a ring in one sitting. Even her the amount of time in her tag match hadn’t tallied this long. At this point, it was taking everything she had just to keep her opponent on the retreat. It left her vulnerable. Open. One slip up was all it took, and the Demon was on the canvas, practically unconscious.

So when Kyoko moved in to hook her leg, she was met with little to no resistance. The MMA maven’s toned body merely rolled onto its back in compliance with the Belly Queen’s demands. Her leg was hooked, her shoulders forced to the mat, and the official slid in for the first count, setting Kyoko clear on her way for her third point.

“ONE!”

Kyoko had the pin secured in the loosest terms possible. Sure she had a solid grip on the leg but the rest of her more or less sagged on top of her opponent as she laid there holding out for the chance this was the end of the match...before she remembered that at best this would just be the end of a fall. Still she made sure her hold on the leg was good at least but only had one hand on it as the other laid against the Demon. Kyoko looked tired and about ready to fall asleep if se didnt have a match to finish hell she might end up doing so anyway the way this match was sapping of her strength. Well the way Masuyo was sapping her of her strength.

"TWO!"

The match had taken all Kyoko could offer and had her keep going, she had been in Ironwomen matches before but most of her opponents lost steam around the 20-25 minute mark and Kyoko took over from there letting her coast the rest of the way. So far Masuyo had been able to consistently push her despite Kyoko targeting her abs like the madwomen she was and putting her down with her assortment of wrestling moves. Though if she did this and put herself at a 3-1 advantage she might be able to seal the deal If she gets the Demon down with another big move. Of course that was assuming Kyoko had enough left to execute said move, which was honestly looking grim for her as time dragged on and all she could hope for was the pin.

One count and the Demon still lay flat on her back.In her hurry to bring the Queen down, Masuyo had failed to remember that Kyoko had been at this game far longer than she had. She was still human, she could still feel pain and suffer fatigue like everyone else, but it was her ability to endure that marked her as a true veteran of the wrestling ring. She took every strike the MMA maven could throw at her and, when an opportunity arose, reversed the whole situation right on its head.

By the time the second count had come, Masuyo had just begun to open her eyes and make sense of the stage lights above her. Her head felt light and her mind distant. One paralyzing pulse of pain after another surged through her body, making even the slightest movement a trial in itself. There was a massive weight holding her down, its sweat and warmth giving the faintest of hints of what was happening to her. Her hand raised off the ground slightly, moving to push whatever it was off of her. But she didn’t even get close. Her hand pressed gently against her opponent’s back...

THREE! Point, Akan!

And just like that, Kyoko put her right back where she started.

3-1 with less then 30 minutes. Why did that not boost Kyoko with confidence? Usually getting such an edge on tired opponent meant that you were pretty set but knowing the Demon so far, it would just motivate her to keep on the attack and try to change things up to turn the tides. Something Kyoko was going to make a conscious effort to try and stop as she laid off Masuyo and tried to get to her knees. Wiping more sweat from her face before grabbing Masuyo's hair and trying to force her up and get her to a seated position. Though she only wanted her there long enough to bring her knee up and against her back before pushing her over it into a backbreaker.

"Your tough..Lets take care of that shall..we?" Kyoko muttered holding her there as she attempted to try and stretch out her stomach over her knee. Holding her there and drilling her with an elbow right to the center of her belly. Twisting it there to try and cause some pain. Kyoko knew she couldnt really do any of her big moves, not the way she was but she could try and put Masuyo in tough and difficult holds and positions to wear her down while wearing out the clock. And the best place to start was the area of Masuyo's body she knew she had worked over the most.

There weren't many words to describe exactly how Masuyo was feeling right now. Hurt, weary, disappointed, anguish. The closest she was probably going to get was “exhausted”. She’d been struggling up to now with everything she had, fighting with every breathe to even the score and finally turn things around. Then Kyoko pinned her and it felt like every last bit of energy had been sucked out of her system in a heartbeat. She flopped back down from her attempted kick out, staring up at the stage lights, her chest rising and falling steadily in the heat of the room building around her, her body feeling as though it weight a million pounds.

So there was little to no resistance when Kyoko made her recovery and forced the Demon into a sitting position. Her eyes glazed up to Kyoko’s, just in time to groan against the backbreaker she was forced into and to hear her opponent’s words taunt her ears. All of that would have been bad enough, but if she had to learn anything about the Belly Queen tonight, it was that things could always be taken a step further. One elbow after another stabbed her in the gut, leaving Masuyo to flap and sputter in on her knee like a fish out of water. Her hands whipped at her sides. Each time she went to retaliate, Kyoko shut her down with another shot to her abs. A couple tears formed in the corner of her eyes, her body naturally attempting to find somewhere to send all the pain. That was where she remained, like a broken doll in Kyoko’s grasp as the time continued to wind down.

Unluckily for Masuyo, your long match meant an hour to work over her belly, something Kyoko seemed hellbent on every chance she got. The Belly Queen was not going to pass up the chance to leave an impression on Masuyo and the crowd by working over the Demon's impressive abs Drilling her with shot after shot while the Demon tried to stop her but was struggling from the pain and position she was in. She looked pretty beaten but Kyoko didnt look ready to relent just yet, clearly wary of underestimating the women. She noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Looks like your hurt pretty badly. Guess my jobs done on that part." Kyoko said throwing one last punch to Masuyo's belly button before throwing her off of her knee and to the floor. It was maybe time Kyoko tried something else since she had worked her abs as much as she possibly could. Though what to do next she had no idea, she didnt expect pinning her would work as well as last time and any interesting submissions alluded her as she instead went for a dropped knee to the back.

It was smart of Kyoko decide to cease her relentless assault because, as far as Masuyo’s mind was concerned, that area was beyond repair. It stopped receiving signals from that area, no longer caring to even register the pain and misery that her opponent was putting her through. The audience could only watch through a pair of parted eyes and half glances as the brutality was broadcast on the titantron for all not in the front row to see in its glory. It was like the steel of a sword breaking beneath a smith’s hammer, with Kyoko’s knee as the anvil supporting Masuyo’s unending agony. Her cries dulled to whimpers and moans, and the Demon could only lay exhausted in the woman’s grasp as a lone tear traveled down the side of her face.

Once the Belly Queen had been satisfied she’d lived up go her namesake, Masuyo met the relatively sweet relief of the cool canvas face first. Her body immediately curled up, her stomach stinging from even the slightest touch against the ground. Kyoko had made her entire nervous system go haywire, and she only seemed resolved to take that damage to the next level. As the Demon remained curled up on the ground, proudly displaying her back to her adversary, the Queen brought her knee down hard with a solid tap to her spine. A loud yelp escaped Masuyo’s lips as she immediately rolled onto her back, arching her spine and placing a hand behind her, desperate to keep any damage to a minimum.

Masuyo was hurting, her belly have been decimated under Kyoko's watchful eye and attacks. An impressive feat considering how tough the chick clearly was as Kyoko pushed her off and got back on the attack, watching the girl curl up to protect her battered stomach as Kyoko went for the attack on her back with a knee. Watching the Demon arch her back after the shot stretching out her body and tending to the spot as Kyoko looked over the girl. She started to take a few steps back from where she was until she was on the ropes observing the women.

"This might not get much easier." Kyoko said to her running forward and then jumping up. Turning the right amount to have her back to her opponent Kyoko went for a running senton to come down backfirst on top of Masuyo. If she connected Kyoko would go for a quick pin, feeling that she had sufficiently worked the Demon over enough she could get another pin and put this match more out of her reach.