When Luck Runs Out: Bowser vs Yayuuki "Lucky" Sakura [Standard Match]

Bowser's massive hands came down on top of Lucky as her lips parted in a large grin, hungry to get her hand son this woman. Just before she managed grapple the cheerleader she proved just a hair too fast yet again. Her fingers still managed to clap themselves down over the top of the smaller woman's breasts, enough to make a loud slapping sound that had the audience confused whether or not that had been the intended effect.

Bowser wasn't at all confused, watching the bounce of her opponents breasts in front of her. She was disappointed in some.ways, not so much in others. Her eyes slipped from the rebounding assets of her opponent, about to taunt the girl who stood before her blushing.

As she opened her mouth, Lucky was already leaping up, stabbing her legs out at her. The soles of the other woman's boots struck her dead in the chest, her sizable compacting with the blow. She took a stumbled step back before catching herself. One of her eyes twitched as she looked on, her breasts bouncing a few times before gravity and her wardrobe let them settle back into place.

“You… kicked me... in the tits!” Bowser let out a low guttural snarl, clenching his fists. She took a few steps back, almost as if she had been warded off from the blow. It wasn't the case though as she came charging it almost immediately, lunging at the corner in an attempt to crush Lucky against the turnbuckles in a massive body splash.

"W-well... You slapped mine!" Sakura fired back! It looked as if her kick sent Bowser stumbling back, the cheerleader hopping back down to the ground... Oh... She could see the utter rage upon the Queen's face, specifically the twitch in her eye that indicated anger that border-lined madness! Oh no... nononononono! She had to get out of there!

The vicious blond RUSHED down Sakura like she were a wolf closing in on her prey, Sakura's eyes flicking around rapidly for some kind of escape! She couldn't move around her... Bowser was too close... too big! Where could she... THE ROPES! As the giantess moved to ram into the much smaller and weaker girl, Sakura DOVE for the ropes, attempting to slide between them before the far larger wrestler could MASH her into paste against the turnbuckle!

If she succeeded... Lucky would stare... horrified at the thought of what might've happened if she stood her ground... She projected so many cracked and broken ribs... the impact felt almost DEADLY from where she stood at the hair-edge of the ring! If she managed to escape Bowsers wrath a second time (because god knows she needed that luck...), she would SWING her leg up and over the top rope in a respectable high-kick, aiming to connect with the Koopa-Queen's skull and keep her momentum going!

"YAAAH!" She could yell as she threw her kick... fighting on despite knowing and understanding the futility... If that other kick before hand could't even knock over Bowser... She really had no hope... It was all about pride at this point... about standing up to her fear!... Heroism, one might say!

Bowser was like a runaway semi truck. No amount of sudden break application would be enough to actually halt her forward momentum. Her monsterous sneer of certainly was gone in an instant as she took flight and her target was already ducking through the ropes. Her weight came crashing down into the turnbuckles, hard enough to shake the ring with the impact.

“Oof!” Her own size and weight worked against her, the recoil from the missed splash reverberating through her body. She snarled at the throb in her breasts, only made worse by her own carelessness. She shook her head, dismissing the annoyance as she turned her attention back to Lucky…

And was kicked squarely in the back of the head. Her body lurched forward, her face bouncing off the top turnbuckles with a muted metallic ping. She slumped forward in a momentary daze, chin resting along the cushioned turnbuckle, blinking as she presumably was seeing stars for an instant.

“You little runt!” Her eyes snapped back into focus, locking sidelong at Lucky. With a lumbering roll of her shoulder she threw an arm out over the top rope, taking a wild swipe at her opponent in an attempt to grab a handful of her hair. If she managed to grasp enough of it, she would try to throw the girl forward into the ring post from the outside intending to send her tumbling to the outside. "So what it I did?! I'm the Queen! I can do whatever I want!"

"You can't just go around smacking people's boobs!" Lucky protested, exasperated that she had to explain this to someone with as glorious breasts as Bowser's! "It's mean and uncomfortable and stuff!" The Queen of turtles lashed out at Lucky with a wild swipe of her hands, her fingers curled into claws aimed at her head! Much like the rest of her movements, Bowser's grab was slow... but strong, a glacier that would've surely flattened Sakura had she not moved out of the way! How did she do that..?

...By hopping off the edge of the ring! As she fell, however, she grabbed at Bowser's hand as it raked across the top of the ropes, hoping to grab her forearm and drag it down HARD on the tight, firm top rope and JERK her arm at an unfortunate angle! An escape AND a counter attack! SEE!? SEE ALL THOSE DOUBTERS!???? SHE COULD WRESTLE TOO!

"...And don't call me names! That's also mean!" Sakura shot back, stomping her foot, frustrated right outside the ring! "Queens should look after their subjects and stuff, not... like... try to KILL them!" Lucky didn't use the "k" word lightly either... The way Bowser came at her, it was like she would throttle the poor cheerleader if she got her hands on her! One solid hit and that's all it would take... She was so scary, Bowser was... It was as if the spirit of the tyrant turtle manifested in a sexy princess-peach body... What was that new Mario game coming out, that one with the odd crown-thingy that made everyone a peach-knockoff...?

Lucky wasn't too much into video-games to know the specifics... but her opponent surely did! It was like she were the character made flesh!

...Meanwhile the ref began to count, unhappy that Sakura had left the ring.

"ONE!"

“Got you! Eh?!” Bowser sliced through the air with her hand, clawing at the empty air and a strand or two of Lucky's hair that hadn't been quite as fast as the smaller woman. She felt her opponents fingers on her forearm before the weight hit her, suddenly, unexpectedly wrenching her arm downward against the ropes. The pain was sharp, but not crippling. Throwing her body into the roles a bit to reach over entirely to swipe at Lucky a few more times ineffectually.

“Loyal subjects take the knee, and kiss the ring and all that other stuff. You're a garbage subject! Stop moving so much so I can clobber you!” Bowser wasn't about to leave the ring just to have Lucky scamper back in. She wasn't wasting that much time chasing her around the ring, not when the little wrestler was on the clock.

Her fingers clenched around the top rope, leaning her weight back she pivoted on her heel to position herself facing Lucky. She stepped forward, thrusting her leg through the space between the top and middle rope, attempting to simply boot the girl in the face. “Also, I will slap your boobs as much as I damn well please and you will like it too, 'cause I say so!”

"Look, I'll kiss you all you want!" Sakura exclaimed, as if trying to explain something to someone who just refused to listen! "But I can't just kneel to you without being beaten first! If I did, I wouldn't be able to wrestle someone big and strong like you and the spectators wouldn't be happy!" It almost hurt Lucky's feelings to be called a "garbage subject", especially after she asked not to be insulted like that! She saw that Bowser was angry, outraged to an extreme but that didn't mean she had to be MEAN about it! Surely she could see where Lucky was coming from, right? Letting everyone down before the match even started would be HORRIBLE and would not only hurt her future match-prospects, but also Bowser's because they would never get to see her fight! An introduction only went so far to capture the hearts and minds of those that payed to see you... Especially during the first match where everyone was at their most skeptical! Whether or not Bowser chose to see it, Sakura was trying to HELP her! By choosing to fight, the Queen got to show off her stuff... and boy did she have a lot of it! (NO she wasn't.... just looking at her boobs!)

...Typical Yayuuki Sakura... Even when she was fighting someone, she had their own best interests at heart. Sometimes, she could be sweet to a fault...

"Okay... well... you shouldn't!" Sakura corrected herself, an arm instinctively shooting up to cover her breasts as if the mere suggestion of those claw-like hands grabbing and slapping them around. A shiver went down her spine as she imagined them torn this way and that, under the control of the tyrant queen...

God help her if Bowser aimed to actually follow up with her threat...

"Can we just stop being mean to each other and ju-UUUMPH!" Bowser cut her off with a BRUTAL boot to Sakura's face, the sole of her shoe indenting itself into the cheerleader's cheek, sending her crashing to the floor! Instantly, her emerald eyes teared up as she brought a hand up to the place where she had been struck, both from the great pain... but also from the savage DENIAL that was that kick!

"Ooooooow..." She moaned pitifully, shaking her head in some attempt to shake loose the vertigo the Queen Koopa had so nicely planted there.

TWO!

THREE!

When Bowser buried her boot square in Lucky's face, it was a great victory for her. The girl had been like a bothersome gnat, avoiding her destruction at every turn. Final she had managed to catch her and it felt so damn cathartic… so much so she didn't mind the fact her leg had gotten hung up in the ropes. She hopped on one leg awkwardly a few times, tugging her limb back through the ropes until she was standing on two legs again.

“That's right! Bad subjects get kicked in the head. That's the law! The one I just made, 'cause I'm the Queen here! Grawhahaha!” She firmly planted her fists on her hips, bellowing out laughter in her triumph. One might have even assume she won by how happy she suddenly became at the drop of the hat. Her anger seemed to have dissipated, replaced with a cocksure grin that displayed her rows of shark like teeth.

On the outside, two of the biker helmeted women slowly closed in on Lucky. They didn't move to attack her but they came across as threatening all the same. Both women raised the hammer up before dropping it back into their palm, displaying the heft of the possible weapon. The referee stumbled her count for a moment, keeping a Keen eye on the other women to make sure they didn't interfere.

Bowser slowly began to pace the inside of the ring, cutting off the current side Lucky was outside of. She looked hungry and ready to intercept the cheerleader the moment she needed to climb back into the ring.in the meantime however, she stopped briefly to flex a bit and strike some athletic looking posing to show off her physique.

Lucky soon found herself accosted by Boweser's support group, a pair of women with hammers standing over her in a obviously aggressive posture! Her wide, emerald eyes flicked between them, utterly terrified for her own existence, her gaze flicking back at Bowser in complete disbelief as she laughed at her! While the two didn't get overtly aggressive with their weapons of choice, they did threaten it ever so potently while additionally blocking Lucky's escape to either side of her! While the ref watched from the sidelines, stumbling in her count, Lucky knew there wouldn't be much she could do to stop them if they chose to get aggressive. They were armed, armored and completely on Bowser's side... What else besides someone on their level would keep them from beating Sakura senseless if she tried to scoot around them...?

That meant there was only one place she could go... and it was the place Bowser stood.

Pushing herself up to her feet, Lucky did her best to pry her gaze off the hammer-weilding back-up Bowser had brought with, instead slowly walking up to the edge of the ring... Covering her her head with her arms, the poor little cheerleader prepared herself for, what was sure to be, the worst curb-stomp she had ever felt in her entire life... and coincidentally, the first one.

She felt so trapped... Between a hammer and a hard place, Bowser didn't seem the least bit perturbed about her helpers pressuring Sakura into going where she wanted her to go... If anything, she looked HAPPY about it, like her evil plan was coming to fruition! ...And it was... It was, and it hurt Lucky's heart to see that...

“Wassa'matter Cupcake, you don't look so cheery anymore? Is it cause you're about to get these horns?” Bowser snorted softly, gesturing to curved corns perched onto her head. She stomped the mat, dragging her boot along the surface before kicking it back. Despite being bipedal, she looked the part of the giant bull she was mimicking in that instant.

“Come on, we don't got all day Little Miss Fanpleaser. Get in here so I can wallop you.” She continued her pacing, quaking the ring which each lumbering step. Was this an execution? It certainly felt like she was holding an axe over Lucky's head that could drop at any moment.

"...Why do you gotta be so mean!?" Sakura demanded, utterly exasperated. "I just wanted to have fun fighting with you and you're just being a jerk for no reason!" The Cheerleader shook her head, frustrated, scared, outraged... a lot of things she didn't feel on a daily basis. "Seemed like" was no longer accurate. Bowser WAS taking pleasure in her suffering and was eager to return to it as evidenced by the way she raked her foot along the ground like a bull preparing a charge. She hated that she felt this way... She hated that she had to dislike someone she was wrestling but she just COULDN'T help the emotions of distaste that bubbled up inside! She... she might've started to genuinely dislike Bowser, her peppy nature finally succumbing to something more natural in situations like these.

One thing she noticed, though... was that Bowser stood at the bare edge of the ring, one leg occupied raking the floor and leaving the other being her only sense of support. Lucky glanced at the two girls who held their hammers, wondering if they noticed that too... BEFORE SAKURA LUNGED at Bowser, making her move!

The cheerleader would make a go at the Queen's support-leg, wrapping her hands around it and attempting to YANK it towards her, throwing the much larger woman off her feet! If she succeeded, Sakura would have hopefully toppled the the Koopa-Queen to the ground and, if she did, Lucky would try to pull her out into the perimeter of the ring WITH her, Quickly scrambling back inside herself while the larger woman recovered from her shock!

It pained her that she couldn't fight completely honestly, that she didn't feel safe going head-to-head with this woman... She didn't want to "lock horns" with her if she could avoid it... and she was doing everything she could to keep that option the last one!