Giulia La Rocca vs Kyo Akamatsu - Grudge In Chains

Generally, Giulia appreciated the fans. She cherished their encouragement and support, and the cheers they usually gave to her, and to her body. It was very much a perk, if not one of the main reasons of why she loved to be a wrestler. Right now however, all that meant very little. She had come out here tonight to give the crowds a dominant show, and she was failing miserably. And no matter how extensive their support, they didn't null the effects of Kyo's devastating, although very clever moves.

For a moment Giulia might have thought that catapulting her off the ring like that would end up costing Kyo with a rough landing, but her expectations were disappointingly unmet as the Samurai landed on the floor as if he had planned the whole thing right from the start.

Which he probably had. That's what irked Giulia the most. She was rarely outsmarted. And she definitely hated becoming outsmarted.

That hate had still no time to surface though. Not before Kyo was pulling her back up again, and pushing her into the ring. Pushing her like she was her plaything. Another thing to hate.

Especially, as right now she was his plaything. Move after move had really bitten into the Italian's endurance, and she had to even admit to herself that her prospects were looking very bleak right now.

Kyo had no intention of changing that. Giulia's rough conditions became exacerbated even more as the Samurai wrapped her arm around her neck with the chain. Her airflow was promptly cut off, and as Kyo stretched her into yet another of his special holds, there was no improvement at all. Not before he slammed her back down to the mat with the Suplex.

...And despite the pain, Giulia should have really thanked him for the Suplex, because had he held her a few more seconds in the previous hold, she might have had to admit a humiliating defeat.

Now all she had to do was to writhe on the mat in pain.

The ring shook as Giulia collided with it. Sitting back up from where he had crashed to the mat, Kyo took a brief second to wipe the sweat from his brow. Next to him, Giulia was on her back, looking no better than him at the moment, her bosom rising and falling slightly as she lay stunned on the mat. This brutal contest didn't need to go on any further: it could end here and now, if only Giulia would stay down.

Rolling over so that he was lying across La Forza Italian, his abs pressing down against her chest, he hooked one of her powerful thighs and rolled her lower body back into a pin. In an instant, the referee began the countdown.

"ONE..."

"GIU-LI-A! GIU-LI-A!" the crowd chanted all the while in the background...

Tonight's contest had indeed been brutal. But to Giulia, she wasn't sure whether it had been more so physically or emotionally. Physically fighting against Kyo tonight had been extremely demanding, frankly she had gotten the hell beat out of her by now, that was for certain. But emotionally, she had been taking one hell of a beating too. Despite all her capabilities, despite all her strength and skills, despite having her own rules, she had solidly been the underdog tonight. She had been all too long at Kyo's mercy.

Unacceptable.

However, the Italian's peril was only made more miserable by the fact that Kyo began pinning her down again, with the referee promptly performing her duties with the count. And frankly, many may have thought that it was all over for Giulia...

"TWO!"

But that would have been unacceptable.

Kicking out at the last second, the Italian managed to keep herself back in the game... But what now?

Gradually, the chants of the crowds began making their way inside Giulia's head. Apparently...they were still supporting her? She knew she was gorgeous, she knew fans loved her... But despite all of Kyo's skills and showy moves, despite of him being the local contestant, they were still chanting for her? Really?

She had to win.

Kyo's heart was hammering in his chest as he hooked Giulia's leg, feeling her ample chest breathing shallowly against his abs. The last time they had fought, Giulia had dominated the fight quite comfortably, with Kyo pulling off a win by the narrowest of margins. Now, however, the reverse was happening tonight: he was showing Giulia he was every bit faster, smarter, and more skilled than she was, that his win against her had been anything but a fluke. The fact that the crowd was on her side bothered him a little, but ultimately, it didn't matter: this match was his now.

That was, until, at the last second, she kicked out.

Kyo knelt upright, sweat dripping form strands of his hair, unable to believe it. He had been throwing everything at Giulia, slamming, stretching and throwing her around like a ragdoll...and she still had energy to kick out! He wiped the sweat from his forehead in exasperation. What the hell was it going to take to keep this girl down?

He knew the answer almost immediately. He was just going to have to use his finisher, that was all.

He stood up, yanking on the chain to pull Giulia up as well. If he managed that, then he would slide one arm around her shoulder and another around her thigh, aiming to lift her up and slam her down again for a quick and effective scoop slam to keep her stunned...before rolling her onto her front, grabbing at her ankles and interlocking them around his legs in preparation for his finisher. The fans went crazy at this point, as they knew what was coming next...

Nothing. There was nothing that could have kept Giulia down now. Not with all the support she was getting, not with how hard so many in the arena were longing to see her come out triumphant in her own game. Her own game, that they had clearly been enjoying watching.

Giulia wished she could have said the same about playing it. She wished she could have proven everyone that her plans had been hugely successful. She wished she could have just squashed Kyo tonight.

That was obviously not going to happen any longer. But she could still win. She could just keep on enduring, keep on fighting, and strike when the Samurai expected it the least. To achieve that, all she had to do was to just not let Kyo keep her down.

Well, that was all too easy to achieve, which turned out to be yet further bad news. Kyo wasn't indeed intent on keeping the Italian down. Instead, he was doing yet another one of those moves that should have been delivered the other way around. The scoop slam was definitely one that the Italian had been planning to use on the Samurai tonight...

But there was nothing preventing Kyo from going full steam ahead on his mission. The enviable body of La Forza Italiana was once again thrown by the Samurai, with her back getting once again slammed to the canvas. And yes, it was effective with stunning her.

But it was still something that was, at least somewhat, OK. Giulia could take that slam. She could take that punishment. But what began happening next was much more alarming... Kyo began obviously setting her up for some hold. And while she regretted at that instant for not studying the guy's finishers properly early on, she could clearly tell that this was not good news. No, this was going to be something she had to get out of. Something that she needed to escape.

Only problem was, that her ankles seemed to be already locked...

Not only were Giulia's ankles locked, they were locked tightly, wound around Kyo's legs in an uncomfortable twist. Standing tall above his prone opponent, Kyo faced the crowd and made a chopping motion with his right arm-- a signal to the crowd that this was his finisher, that he was now ready to execute his opponent. At this, the crowd screamed all the more for Giulia to escape. Again, Kyo felt himself getting a little irritated by this. He was used to being the face, the hero in all of his matches...but now the crowd was cheering against him.

Let them cheer all they wanted. Giulia was still going to tap out tonight.

Reaching down, he would grab a hold of the Italian girl's wrists and then lean back, hoisting her body into the air. For a few initial seconds, Giulia was arched above Kyo, her body bent at an angle as it was pressed upwards towards the ceiling.

"It's over now, Giulia. Tap out!" Even as Kyo said this, he released one of Giulia's wrists, sliding an arm around her chin to wrench her head back under his armpit, transitioning the move into his trademark finisher. "ASK HER REF!" he shouted to the referee as he locked in the hold.

The hold left one of Giulia's arms free. It was a calculated gamble, designed to maximize the crushing power of his hold against the small chance of an opponent escaping or even counter attacking. Rarely had anyone ever escaped from the Akamatsu Crippler...but then, that didn't mean it was impossible...

Giulia could sense that something decisive, something bad for her was going to happen. She could sense it in the way Kyo was acting, in the calm and collected manner he was setting up his hold on her, and in the way the crowds were reacting. She could still take a hit, take a slam, but a submission hold?

Not necessarily.

That was exactly what was coming though. And not just any submission hold. A deadly submission hold.

Giulia's level of fear increased by the second, as Kyo was setting the hold up little by little. Gradually, the severity of the situation was becoming fully evident to the Italian. And as the Samurai eventually pulled her up facing the ceiling, she knew that this was it. This was something she could no longer handle.

And Kyo knew it. Giulia could hear his words, his orders loud and clear. And she knew she had to obey. It was just a matter of time. Matter of seconds...

Especially as he even let her other wrist free, just to wrench her neck even further...

Goddammit. He let her other wrist free.

Giulia was pretty sure that she knew where Kyo's head was. And she, for some incredible reason, had her other hand free. The one that the chain was attached to...

Sometimes one plus one could equal three. This was one of those cases. If she could manage to drive her fist hard enough into Kyo's face - especially the part where the chain was connected to - maybe she could still find her way out of the seemingly hopeless situation?

Kyo was breathing through gritted teeth as he locked in the Akamatsu Crippler, bending his smaller opponent in a painful arch even as he elevated her towards the ceiling. The fans were stomping and clapping now, urging Giulia to escape. Giulia herself was remarkably quiet, biting back a scream no doubt, even though Kyo could see her hands waving frantically in the air. Any minute now, she would tap out, he knew.

Except what came next wasn't a tap out.

Giulia's fist came whistling back, slamming against his eye and grazing his nose. Colours exploded across his vision, and he let out a cry of pain as his grip on Giulia suddenly unravelled as the Italian's punch dazed him at a crucial moment...

Giulia's pain was immense, oh-so-immense, and the girl had absolutely no trouble believing that Kyo most likely used this move as his finisher. And that it was most probably an effective one... She could clearly imagine all the girls who had probably had to succumb to his skills with this move, and it was pretty damn close that she would become the next one to face that fate.

But she still had her other hand free. And everybody, it seemed like everybody was yelling for her to escape. And it wasn't all just in her head either... Enough reasons to give the one last shot by aiming her fist at Kyo's face.

And it worked. Mio Dio, it worked! The Samurai's grip suddenly unravelled, releasing the torturing hold and granting La Forza Italiana one last miracle. Giulia's body dropped down beside his own, and the two combatants seemed to be down for now...

But Giulia realized that this was her million-dollar-opportunity. She had to use this to her advantage! No matter how much she wanted to just lay there and recover, Kyo was now momentarily defenseless. And it could save her...

Still on the mat beside the Samurai, the tiny powerhouse decided to quickly wrap her thighs around Kyo's midsection, unleashing a tormenting squeeze with all her muscles, while twisting and wrapping the chain attached to her wrist one time around the guy's neck, hoping to apply a choking hold as the result.

Maybe not the prettiest thing to do, but this was her only chance... And her own rules.

Everything happened so fast. Giulia's punch caught Kyo completely by surprise, causing his grip on her to come loose entirely as his vision descended into a chaotic blur. His legs came unwound from around his opponent's as well, and the next thing he knew, he heard Giula come toppling down beside him, the crowd roaring around them as La Forza Italiana escaped Kyo's finisher.

And then, suddenly, Giulia had Kyo in her prison.

He let out a gasp as Giulia's legs clamped around his waist, bringing back memories of her powerful scissors from their last match. At that same moment, the cold steel of the chain wrapped around his throat. His eyes bulged in their sockets as, all of a sudden, his throat was being constricted tightly, cutting off his air supply...even as Giulia's legs crushed his abdomen.

The crowd was going wild now as Kyo pawed at Giulia's wrists and arms, trying to pry them free, trying to free himself from the chain. Black spots were forming at his vision as sweat dripped from his forehead. He fought hard to escape, trying to pry himself free-- Giulia was too close to elbow her, and at an angle where he couldn't throw a punch at her. As much as he twisted and writhed in her grip, he felt his limbs going more and more heavy...

And then, at that moment, Kyo's movements stopped. The ref girl was instantly beside them, raising one of Kyo's arms and releasing it...and watching as it fell limply to the mat...