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

Lucky was slowly running out of places to scurry off to. Sooner or later she was going to slip up and Bowser would be there to catch her. Had she not put up such a fight thus far, the beastly blond would have had more fun playing cat and mouse with the cheerleader. Right now however, she was visibly annoyed and out for some measure of vengeance. She hating having the inevitable delayed this much, she wanted to get to the fun part of throwing this woman around the ring.

With her latest lunge she was sure she had finally gotten her, but Lucky proved yet again far too determined to stave off her execution. The cheerleader took flight, legs snapping out at the monarch's face. She took the blow solidly to the chin, head snapping back with a violent clap that looked as painful as it felt. She was grinning though as those boots smashed into her…

Her arms held wide closed in quickly as she was assaulted, Lucky had locked herself into being in one spot for the moment and Bowser was going to capitalize on it even if it meant taking a hit. The blond grasped for the cheerleaders legs, attempting to grab hold of the woman by the ankles as she was dropping to the mat from her own attack.

If she managed to get hold of her, she would hoist her up to dangle upside down by her legs. She wouldn't snatch her vengeance right away, staring the other girl down with a wide grin as the red mark from the dropkick to her head took on a light red shine from it's freshness.

Lucky's drop-kick didn't have anywhere NEAR the intended effect she was going for... While her boots SURELY connected against the larger woman, she must've been ready to take it because they didn't move her an INCH! In fact, her blow didn't even faze the Queen, her arms instead SHOOTING up to entangle around Lucky's legs, HOLDING HER UP SUSPENDED IN THE AIR AS GRAVITY HAD STARTED TO TAKE IT'S HOLD ON HER!

"Ah... AH! AHHH!" He cried out in protest hanging helplessly from her point of suspension! This was EXACTLY what she'd been afraid of! Like the slow, fat tarantula stalking around the much faster cricket, all the creature had to do was wait until the insect grew bold... to anticipate it's strike and use it to it's advantage! Entangled in her tight, iron embrace, the much smaller girl squirmed and pulled, trying desperately... but fruitlessly to pry herself out of Bowser's iron hold...

From here, any number of things could be done to her from a brutal boston crab... to simply dropping the girl on her head and finishing it right there! Just feeling her ankles crushed in Bowser's fingers... she knew she could end it any time she wanted! Any time... she was completely under her control... The monster that held her smiled down like a turtle/dragon with it's prey in it's claws, the small bruise of Lucky's attack shining red upon her face... It was supposed to have stopped her... TO HAVE STUNNED HER AT LEAST...

...She got cocky.... she got cocky and stupid and now she was really in trouble!

"Wha... l-let me down!" She protested, her arms flailing towards the canvas beneath her, just out of reach! "S-stop it!"

Bowser had a grip like steel, clamped on just as hard as a piece of heavy machinery. The thought she would let the other girl go at a request was laughable. So much so she did in fact get a chuckle out of it. Holding the cheerleader up as if she were a piñata, she made for an easy target, one she was very keen on exploiting.

“Not a chance.” Tucking her leg back she cranked up an assault, letting her boot fly to give the woman she held dangling a swift boot. She owed this woman a strike or two to the head after what she had done all match, so it was time to pay it forward. If nothing else, she hoped to stop the squirming.

Hiking her grip a bit on Lucky's ankles, she slowly turned, eyeing the ring for how much room she had. The hulking monster took a few careful steps back, lowering Lucky enough to let the woman's head drag along the mat with no real concern. Once she had reached the center of the ring, she parted her legs to brace herself. It was time for payback.

She began to spin in place, building up momentum, lifting Lucky up with centrifugal force so the two women were spinning. Many assumed it was just an odd variant for the giant swing, that was before Bowser's focus shifted. She came to an abrupt stop, using Lucky's momentum to swing her upwards in a circular motion before using the woman like a club to smash into the canvas. Her muscles flared, straining to rip the girl up off the mat to swing her up and over her head to slam her down onto her opposite side next.

If Lucky was still within her grasp at this point, she spun again, stepping towards the corner in wobbly dizzy steps. Once she was close enough, she would let go and send the smaller woman. Rocketing towards the turnbuckles like a missile. The impressive yet brutal display did the unthinkable, stunning the audience into an uneasy silence save for a few gasps and murmurs of concern.

Lucky whimpered and pulled against Bowser's grip fruitlessly, but no matter what she had done, nothing seemed to work! She was just too big and strong for her! Not even with her stronger limbs, her legs, could she tug herself free of Bowser's grip as she was pulled into the center! She knew something horrible was coming... something that was going to make her regret every second she hadn't bowed to and kissed the foot of the Queen of the Koopas!

God, was she correct... in all the worst ways! Shooting down her rather futile demands for freedom, the Turtle queen began spinning around and around and around, their momentum picking the poor cheerleader off the ground with her sheer speed! Lucky braced herself for what appeared to be the biggest giant-swing of her life... and she wasn't wrong in that way... just in all the other ways that mattered! Her eyes shot open WIDE as Bowser adjusted her swing, bringing Lucky up like big human hammer and, with one swift motion, SLAMMED HER INTO THE GROUND LIKE SHE WAS WHACKING A PESKY PLUMBER!

"Gaaaah...." She squeaked softly, all the air BLASTING from her lungs, her ribs and spine EXPLODING with pain, feeling as if they had been completely dislodged from each other! That one blow would've been enough to put Sakura down... She couldn't possibly even HOPE to pick herself up after such a devastating display of power... But the Queen liked to be thorough... and so Sakura found herself flying through the air again... this time landing FACE first against the ground, her breasts SMASHED beneath her own weight and her opponent's inhuman might! She made not a noise this time... unable to breath to make such... And with one more mighty throw, Lucky found herself FLYING into the nearest turnbuckle, her spine SLAMMING into it, landing on her feet... before shakily sliding down into a sitting position, her head downcast...

The mutters of concern from the crowd fell on dead ears as the cheerleader took in shallow breath after shallow breath, her arms resting limply between her wide, spread legs, little tears gently rolling down her cheeks... Slowly, shakily, she raised her head, her lips pulled back in a desperate snarl of effort... but the rest of her body did not move... Immobilization was a scary thing... when you found you couldn't even make your arms or legs twitch.... Her emerald eyes were but blank as they opened slowly, staring at nothing in front of her...

The Ref, seemingly shocked by Bowser's display of utter SAVAGERY... did not begin a count until a good 3 or 4 seconds after Sakura had been so soundly dispatched... but eventually, perhaps even sadly, she began the tick to her defeat.

One! TWO! THREE!

...And there was nothing she could do... Eventually, whatever strength kept Lucky's head up... gave out... and it merely hung limply above her chest, her body supported only by the turnbuckle behind her... Pathetic... she was so Pathetic...

FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

She couldn't do anything... She couldn't even hurt her....

SEVEN! EIGHT!

"....."

NINE!

“Grawrhawhaw!” Finally she had this pesky little girl just where she wanted her. Around the two of them went as Bowser lead Lucky in what was an incredibly one sided slam dance. Each sicking thwack of her hapless opponent was like music to her ears, especially when accompanied with her squealing. The final spin was a dizzying affair, after letting Lucky fly she stumbled, nearly falling to the canvas. She reached up with a hand to her forehead, an arm out to her side to maintain balance.

She squinted to the corner, spying Lucky's lifeless body in the corner. She watched expectantly for the upbeat cheerleader to Sprint to her feet and say something dumb… but she never did. The beastly blond cocked her head, slowly making her way over. The sudden count from the referee caught her ears causing her to stop again. She looked quietly between the official and the referee until it finally clicked. She had knocked the cheerleader out.

Her lower lip stiffened as she looked on with narrowed eyes. She might have gone a bit overboard… she couldn't really say anything about it though without breaking character. That was unfortunate, but a win was a win. At the very least it made for a impressive debut. Rather than moving to Lucky, she stepped to the ropes, motioning for one of her Sledge Sisters to fetch her a microphone as the count continued. One was tossed her way, snatched from the air just as the final count fell.

“Ten!”

The bell sounded, marking her victory. The referee walked over to raise Bowser's arm only to get a firm, crippling glare that told her to stay back. Slipping two fingers into the corners of her mouth, she gave a loud whistle to the women on the outside of the ring. One by one they entered, forming a wall around her. With a nod towards Lucky, two walked over and grabbed the woman by the legs, dragging her to the middle of the ring before joining the human barrier around Bowser.

The blond riser a boot, planting her foot on top of Lucky's chest. The mighty conqueror posing over her latest victim. She was mindful not to put too much weight on the woman, just in case, which still maintaining intimidating. “Is this the best Friction has to offer? I sure hope not, otherwise it's going to be a real quick takeover as I swallow those whole division!” She turned her gaze up the ramp, snarling with a dark chuckle.

“This ring is my new castle, anyone who comes knocking is going to be sent packing. Just like her.” Bowser dug her heel into Lucky's breasts, shoving the girl to roll her over onto her front on full display. She let the image sink in for a long uncomfortable moment. She discarded the microphone with a small underhand toss, letting the live mic bounce off of Lucky's prone body with a loud sound of feedback before it was cut off. With a thunderous laugh, she made her way out of the ring with her horde of hammer wielding bikers in tow.