Alice Gaster vs Gai Tendo - Pale Rider vs Buriki-One King

As the ref girl approached Alice, she checked on the girl to see if there was any life or fight left in the girl:

"Alice, can you continue?"

"Uuuuugh...fucking...truck...hit me...", the Brit would respond, making it clear to the referee that she wasn't entirely there...despite attempting to rise, meaning she had no reason to stop the match right here.

And right at the moment Alice almost rose, Gai would laugh at his opponent, mocking and comparing her to a Friction kawaii as she remembered from the fighter's annoying voice what had transpired in the last few minutes.

The laugh would prompt Alice to stand back up on her 2 feet, despite still feeling as if she was underwater, and as she looked Gai straight in the eye, she would, with little emotion, shove a middle finger into the fighter's face...

Before raising her foot straight up, attempting to ram her leg in between Gai's legs, straight into his crotch!

Gai continued to laugh, even as the little girl got up to her feet, looking her way, hands on his hips, shaking his head at her inability to realize how small and pathetic she really was. Didn't she have any brains?

...Ok, given she was now flipping him off, clearly she did not. Cracking his neck, Gai stepped in closer, ready to put the kid to bed, once and for all, and end this farce of a match.

Then she kicked him in the balls. He paused for a moment, but then, seemingly unaffected, took another step towards her, raising his fist up, clearly gearing up to punch her again. Then he took a second step forward...and his eyes widened, promptly falling onto his side, hands cupping his crotch as the pain finally registered, leading to him screaming and cursing loudly as he writhed on the floor.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

Alice's head was still ringing, and her entire body hurt from Gai's earlier attacks...

But if this didn't make up for all of the pain and his mocking her...then perhaps bashing his skull in a few more times would do the trick.

Getting a quick idea in her head, Alice would quickly climb up the announce table, the commentators making clear to step aside to not interfere in the match...

Alice, turning to Gai still clutching the Gendo family jewels on the floor, would take a second to size him up before jumping off the table, aiming her knee straight for her foe's face!

Pain. Unyielding pain. That's what Gai was experiencing at the moment, and sure to be what he put his opponent through as soon as he had the chance...though that might take a bit to enact. No man, aside from some weird pain freaks, ever enjoyed getting hit in the balls, but Gai was very much not fond of it. Even back in Buriki-One, on those rare times a male or female opponent would accidentally hit him below the belt, which was illegal, even despite having a cup on, it would leave him laying for several minutes...and then he'd get up and beat whoever did it to a pulp backstage.

Not the most professional behavior, and the resulting lawsuits were probably one of the reasons the company ended up folding...but Gai wasn't thinking of that right now. Mainly just the pain in his sack, and how he was going to beat the hell out of Alice for it.

*thonk*

...and now he had the severe pain in his head to deal with as well, as Alice's leap off the announce table brought her knee smashing into the side of Gai's head, making the bigger fighter's entire body jerk and shake, one hand now clutching at his crotch as the other clutched at the side of his head, pain and rage fueling through his body.

"AHH! WHAT THE FUCK!? I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!"

"Hah...hahaha...A "kawaii" is beating the shit out of you, and the best you can muster is a villain line from Power Rangers...", Alice laughed at Gai's reaction to the hard knee strike to his head, unaware of just how angry the fighter still was at her for her earlier blow below the belt.

No, instead Alice was already looking for the next way to inflict more pain onto the Buriki-One King...and figured that, if he were going to get the momentum on his side once more, it was probably a good idea to deal with his arms.

With that, the Pale Rider decided to grab a chair lying nearby, opening it slightly...and putting the Fighter's right arm through it, before she climbed onto the ring apron...

...and jumped right off, aiming to nail a harsh stomp onto the chair to take out his right arm for the foreseeable future!

Gai had never seen Power Rangers, or Super Sentai as they called it in Japan, and thus had no idea what the hell Alice was even talking about...which just made him more mad when it came down to it.

His head was sore and buzzing, his balls were still in agony, his vision, if he opened his eyes, were blurry and watering up. The entire tide of this match had somehow turned against him, this little punk was somehow hurting him...how fucking dare she!

The pain wasn't done yet though it seemed. In truth, Gai never even felt the chair go over his arm, too pre-occupied with his other pain he was dealing with...and then Alice landed, the cold steel around his arm snapping tightly on his strong bicep. His eyes opened wide, the former Buriki-One King letting out a pained scream as he rolled around the outside of the ring, holding his arm and flopping like a fish on the padded cement floor!

Alice wasn't mad at Gai's comments. When you are a deathmatch wrestler going around the world to get your fill, you got called a lot of things, by fans and wrestlers alike...

...that said, when she managed to shove the words down his throat by beating the Buriki-One King up felt incredibly satisfying...

...and she knew that it was time to put more hurt on her foe.

Even though they were outside the ring for the submission to count, the Pale Rider would grab a hold of her screaming foe's muscular right arm, and, sitting beside him, she would scissor the limb with her legs...

And pull back on the already hurting arm, trapping Gai in a Cross Armbar outside of the ring!

One of the fun rules of a Hardcore match was that there was, quite simply, no count out. At all. Of any kind.

Right now, Gai REALLY hated that fucking rule. Instead of possibly getting a draw, or being able to throw Alice off him long enough to count her out, they were stuck out here as long as she had control of him...and she didn't seem willing to give up control any time soon, as she proved by stretching his injured arm out in a tight scissored armbar!

Gai let out a wrathful cry, writhing and twisting on the floor, one hand gripping at his hair. For several seconds, this incredibly painful hold continued, this tiny bitch doing untold damage to the former Buriki-One Kings arm. Fueled by his own anger, Gai, biting his lip to keep from yelling anymore, reached one hand under the ring, through the cloth of the ring apron, reaching desperately, and grabbing the first thing he could, pulling out a large steel pipe, grinning at his fortune before swinging it, trying to smack Alice anywhere he could!

Being in control felt very pleasing to Alice. With Gai screaming in pain as his hurting limb was being bent beyond it's limit made the Brit feel that she had the match in the bag. If AFW...and more importantly to her, Gai, needed a showcase that her size barely mattered in the face of much bigger foes, that she wasn't simply a kawaii sized girl punching above her weight, then she would have more than enough to show with this match.

"Ahahahahaha...so...how does it feel to be at a mercy of a "kawa----" GAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

As Alice kept the hold on, she stopped paying much attention to Gai's actions...which would prove to be her biggest undoing in the match so far, as Gai's hand reached out under the ring, and swung a big metal pipe right into the Pale Rider's face!

Immediately, she released the hold, as the headache from Gai's earlier attack came back at full force. As Alice's hands reached her forehead, she felt a familiar feeling of blood on her fingers, Gai's last shot busting her open...

As soon as the hold was released, the crowd wincing in sympathy at the hard shot Alice had taken, Gai rolled away several feet, pulling his arm from the steel chair it had been trapped in during that agonizing hold, and even a minute later, as he painfully struggled to get to his feet, it hung limp at his side.

Somehow, this little girl...no, this little bitch had hurt him. Even potentially injured him.

Unacceptable.

Looking her way, the former Buriki-One King smirked at his handiwork, having drawn blood against the girl. Good. She deserved it, far as he was concerned. Moving towards her, he picked up the pipe that he had discarded, looking over the bleeding girl, picking his spot, before swinging the pipe down, trying to smash it against her knee!