SS 19 Entropy Championship - Manami Kuroda (c) vs. Pyrena Alexandria Nikos

Pyrena didn’t have to be too mad, this was a battle after all. And with the many shots, she had delivered to Manami’s head when she was down meant that she was gonna get a shot of her own. Still, it didn’t make the pain less bad, considering the pain around her nose. She covered her face, smelling a scent of copper but didn’t feel anything coming out of it. It was agonizing, already on top of the pain on her back and this was a position that she wished not to be in.

She could somewhat agree that it is pathetic.

The Red Amazon half-expected something like more shots to the face but the Wolf Girl opted to fall back on her bread and butter. Something that Pyrena could tell already what it is, once those hands of hers were forcibly peeled off her face. No blood indeed, much to Manami’s chagrin. Not to say that there aren’t many chances for it to happen. Something that Pyrena isn’t all too thrilled about.

Neither was she thrilled as soon as she was forced on her front and her arms being pulled from behind. A surfboard. Pretty simple but with a girl like Manami, it was excruciating. Case in point, her stomping at the back of Pyrena’s head to push it down the sanded floor. Only barely did she had the time to twist her head to one side so that she doesn’t fully land face first and smashing her nose more. That isn’t to say the side of her face didn’t get any good treatment either as she grunted upon impact, Manami wrenching the hold more as her arms or back were stretched hard. One eye was shut around the sand so no grains would enter her eye as she writhed underneath the Wolf Girl, her fists tightening within her grasps and her legs tried to find purchase on the sandy floor.

It was one of those odd phenomena of submission holds that Manami just couldn’t wrap her head around no matter how many times she did them. No matter how many bones she broke, ligaments she severed, tendons she snapped, it was the same curious feeling every time: she just could not get tired of it.

The slasher’s smile adorning her sickened gaze echoed those thoughts for the entire arena to see. The Wolf Girl felt the electricity race through her veins with each yank she gave, every pound of pressure and she added. Feeling Pyrena’s body struggle and fight against her was like wrestling with a lover beneath the evening twilight. Seeing the frustration in her face, the slight twinges that forced every slight deviation of her features and every involuntary jerk of her body. Manami wanted more, so much more.

If only Pyrena would agree.

She was making quite a desperate attempt to make the most out of a rather uncomfortable position. There was little point to that. Manami would force her to enjoy every second of this until The whole way, the image of this ‘warrior’ burying her skull halfway into the hallway plaster.

Oh yes. Those arms had to go.

“Averting your gaze will do you little good. Sand has a rather rough and coarse texture. Against a surface like this, the friction will rip your skin to shred the harder you struggle, and the harder I push down, the deeper they’ll embed in your skin. At first it will be minor discomfort, then it will slowly build into insufferable irritation, and then you’ll start to bleed as it burns your skin like hot coals beneath a roaring fire. But, then again, you’d know all of that, right? This was your match, after all.”

She stomped again on the redhead’s skull, pulling back harder with more tension building between her meaty arms. “Perhaps you should quit dwelling in the land of dreams and embrace reality a little more. I’ll give you plenty of time to do so while your arms are being stitched back together, you worthless schlepper.”

A surfboard stretch seems to be one of those moves that tend to be overlooked in terms of how effective it can be. Of course, at the hands of someone who would look right at home on a slasher flick, it was even more dangerous. She brought her own flavour to the old-school wrestling mainstay, not a flavour that Pyrena liked one bit, to be honest. Pyrena saw that sickening gaze that Manami had. And it made her want to look at other things than the look akin to a gleeful child.

She gritted her teeth, being pushed into the sand even more by Manami’s boot, better than her eyes getting the same kind of treatment. Especially how Manami morbidly described it all. As if she took great fascination on the many kinds of torture one could inflict on the opponent. The Red Amazonian half expected her to describe how she was going to cook a still-beating heart after pulling it out of her opponent’s chest.

She gritted her teeth harder as soon as she felt the stomp at her head, her arms being yanked further and further. Already it was getting near unbearable to remain in this position. Struggling would cause more pain on her joints, her sockets feeling like Manami would be true to her word in pulling her arms out.

Pyrena’s knees would shuffle underneath, perhaps the one thing she could be thankful for is that Manami’s foot is on her head and not her back. All before one of her legs reached out towards the boarding of the ring, her plan is that she seeks to push off from it, trying anything in destabilizing Manami’s base off from top of her.

Catharsis was simply too small and antiquated a word. Far too technical, philosophical in nature to truly capture the emotion it was meant to imply. The raw, visceral energy that finally set forth in a release bordering ecstasy, a relief of pent-up constraint finally severed from its chains. It needed more. Something strong and vile that burned the tongue and let everything free.

No. It wouldn’t be the word she’d use to describe how amazing it felt to scrape Pyrena’s heroic little features all over the loose wood and sand. Her soles ground deeper and tugged at that crimson mane. She was determined to make her face match her hair, show the world what the countenance of a ‘hero’ really looked like. Don’t the rewards for senseless displays of courage look so tempting?

She probably - no, definitely - could have done this for hours, days on end. She wasn’t sure if she could ever get sick of this sight.

Pyrena disagreed however. Not a second later did Manami’s expression turn from one overwhelmed with glee to sudden surprise as the Greek surged upward with a strong show of power. She left the ground with a sudden buck from underneath and found herself falling backward. A seemingly helpless position looking on from the outside. Everyone seemed to be expecting the wolf to hit the floor in a splash of grain and flesh. Maybe with a nice bruise on the back of the head and pair of cloudy eyes for her troubles.

Maybe, but Manami could adapt quicker than most. She threw her leg up and yanked back on Pyrena’s arms as she fell backward, drawing the Greek close enough to clamp her steel thighs around her head the moment before they hit the ground. If her landing went alright, she’d use her elbows to push herself up, placing her hands to the floor as she sat up and crossed her legs together.

“Trying to throw me off?” She added another pound of pressure as her sadistic leer stretched another inch. “Be a little more creative. There’s nothing that kills it worse for me than repetition.”

She was definitely not going to let go. Pyrena figured that much.

She had to be smart about it when it came to her opponent. Manami wanted to make her suffer, bring pain in abundance, and in general just to be a massive cunt. Her fists tightened within the grasp of the Wolf Girl. The Greek didn't really have to see it with her eyes that Manami had that massive grin on her face. Well, one, technically. The other was near hurried in the loose sand and wood. Which was getting more and more irritating as time went on and it near marred most of her facial features.

But Manami wasn't giving up on this surfboard stretch. If she wasn't letting go then Pyrena was gonna have find a way to escape. And find a way she did.

It's beneficial to have smarts and a tactical mind when going into battle. And the boarding of the ring provided with something useful. A hard buck from underneath and the Red Amazon looks to be free from the Wolf's clutches. Right?

Well, yes and no. Her arms were freed and still attached, Manami wasn't on top of her applying the surfboard. But that was before Manami did a few quick thinking of her own and brought her legs up around the head of the Spartan warrior. Can't catch a break, can't she? Pyrena had previously gotten a feel of Manami's leg power when it came to her kicks but to feel them constricting her head was another thing entirely. And that was just from having her face grounded into the sand so one side was getting applied with pressure. At least it isn't sand this time.

Gritting her teeth, her fingers latched onto the skin hiding the powerful muscle underneath it and just cursing herself that she has another problem to deal with. Apparently that escape from earlier didn't impress her. Says the woman that threw them both outside in the first place, but that's neither here nor there. If that wasn't going to impress her, then what the Red Amazon had in mind probably would.

Planting the soles onto the sandy floor, taking a bit of time to generate enough power before she would push her lower body upwards, her legs coming up towards herself but also Manami. All with the efforts to drive down both knees right into the face of Manami, hoping her long reach could make up where her flexibility could not.

The only disadvantage to all of this was that Manami wouldn’t be able to see that self-satisfied face getting crushed into oblivion at this angle.

There was a lot to enjoy in the domination. A distinct satisfaction to having Pyrena’s indisputably more powerful body easily corralled with a simple flex of her thighs, little more than a handwave of effort for someone of Manami’s stature. All the while the wolf could relax with a simple adjustment of her seat, laying back into the position as she rested her elbows against the sand and made things a little worse on the Greek warrior. She didn’t expect to hold her down forever, but she’d take some more out of the redhead yet.

Though the pain she inflicted lost a degree of satisfaction without being able to see it for herself. The twisting agony in her face, the muscle giving in to her superior body as her legs crushed tighter and tighter against that thick-skulled head of hers. That odd way the eyes grew to twice their size in the face of desperation.

The struggle felt nice between her legs, getting nice and warm, and the frustration was palpable as the warrior wriggled left and right in whatever way she could scrape away some degree of freedom from the confines of her despair. But what she wanted, what she needed, she couldn’t have.

Not yet, at least.

“By all means, keep up that hapless resistance.” She snickered and flexed her steel thighs once more, doubling down on the pressure to keep that head where it was. “Only makes things easier for-”

Manami realized what she was doing. The problem was the realization came half a second too late, all before Pyrena’s knees slammed down like a pair of hammers flat into her face. A flattering look to be sure as the back of her head met the sand and wood boards beneath with a resounding thud, dying like a nail in the floor as her eyes scattered to vacant white and brown, gazing at the hazy lights above with barely a thought to the present.

Okay. Better.

The countless amount of problems never seems to end. Just keep coming and coming for her. And it’s really starting to get annoying. Good news is that her arms aren’t going to be pulled out of her sockets any time soon. But her head is getting crushed as the trade-off. Great.

Trying to spend time struggling and prying them off is a fool’s errand and Pyrena wasn’t going to give much of that to Manami, who kept throwing all those proud insults. As if she was seriously underestimating Pyrena and her own skills. Sure, she was in a comfortable position but to be that confident? Is as if she liked poking the bear with a stick, just to see what kind of reaction she would have. Breaking down in despair is not one of them. Far from it.

Instead, she gave Manami something else to witness. Maybe. At least something before the knees that came down like a hammer to an anvil struck down at the face of the Wolf Girl. Putting proof to the adage of “Talk shit, get hit.” And it was good to shut her up. For now, at least.

Okay, so she got out, that was good. Getting into a crouch near Manami’s head as she gasped, taking in a deep breath. However, she already had the thought of not stopping. As if she was willing her body to push on the advantage and get back at this Wolf Girl. Though she doesn’t yet trust her arms just yet, especially after the surfboard. Deadlifting Manami would prove to be treacherous as she could probably counter her efforts. No, she needed something better.

Luckily there is something for that.

Instead of showing off her strength to the Los Angeles crowd, something that had been done countless times to those heavier than the Japanese woman, the Red Amazon opted for something unorthodox, something that is, in Manami’s words, “a little more creative”. She suddenly rolled onto the downed Manami, performing something that is a rarity in the ring. A ranger roll. Best when used to pick up someone as quickly as possible and get the Wolf Girl on her shoulders. Once she does get onto her two feet, the Red Amazon would turn towards the ring before attempting a brainbuster right onto the edge of the ring apron.

Quite a flexible body she was making use of there, for all the weight Pyrena was carrying around.

Manami wouldn’t call herself one to underestimate an opponent’s capabilities. She knew this particular whelp had some bite, a versatility in her skillset that she found lacking from her last brick-headed adversary. She was confident in her ability to hold the wannabe warrior down, however. Whatever her power might muster, it wouldn’t do her much good on the ground, facing the wrong direction. Unlikely as it may have been, the wolf had been anticipating a bout of frustration on that Greek’s noble face. That would have been a worthy sight to broadcast to the world, wouldn’t it?

No. Perhaps a little far-fetched.

Manami had the time to ruminate on that reality a moment longer now that her senses had been temporarily deprived from her. The world swiveled around on a pin needle. An eerie haze filled her ears and a void occupied her the space in which her malicious designs once roamed free to and fro. The vacant look in her eye could tell anyone that much. A clever reversal had left her down for the count.

It was too bad for the Wolf Girl that didn’t seem to be what Pyrena had in mind. She blinked once, then twice. The world seemed to be making a bit more sense now, bringing things back into alignment. Manami was just about to rise and gain her bearings when a two-hundred perfectly sculpted pounds barreled over and hefted the champion on its shoulders. From her perspective, Manami saw little more than a flash of crimson and gold before the audience and camera flashes flipped upside down.

“Wha-?” Her head met the boarded floor with a muffled thud, sending a spray of sand out from underneath her crown that did little to alleviate the impact. Her body trembled in an instant against the shock, then grew stiff and limp all at once as she flopped dead on her back. A steady rising and fall of her bare abdomen was the only movement her lithe frame could offer.

There was much that still managed to surprise the Wolf Girl. Every time that Manami kept punishing Pyrena, thinking that she was just some jacked-up gorilla, the champion’s expectations kept getting subverted every single time. At this point, there was not much that the Red Amazon could prove that she is as versatile as a heavyweight could get. From there its just sheer stupidity on her part.

That’s not to say that this tricky manoeuvre surprised Pyrena. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, and it pitted Pyrena’s flexibility to the task. Even then, her longer reach was there to make up for when her flexibility could not. All of those factors added to drilling her knees into Manami’s skull.

Pyrena didn’t get the opportunity to think about such a feat, rather she was thinking about capitalising it further, making Manami eat her words. An unorthodox way of picking the Wolf Girl upon her shoulders was the first step, keeping her disorientated in what was going on until she found her head driven into the sanded floor. A brainbuster was destructive enough inside the ring. Performing it on any other surface, however, amplified that to a greater extent.

Dropping Manami right on her noggin, her body grew stiff that she could have been a pole if Pyrena drove her head into the sand. But she had to settle with her on her back — a missed opportunity for a photo moment.

The Red Amazon looked around, the crowd chanting her name as loud as the could, cheering her on. Taking in the crowd’s rally, Pyrena crawled up towards the Ostrich Girl, laying her body over her and pulling up a leg towards the Red Amazon for a simple pin attempt.

“ONE!”

Manami had taken her fair share of head trauma in the past, albeit in a far more surreptitious and deadly context than this. Concrete and darkness were seldom were comforting than sand and a woodboarded floor. She’d had her moments where a fall went wrong, when she lost her footing, didn’t bring her guard up in time for a killing blow that caught her blindsided. It was dangerous, lethal, and she loved every minute of it.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious coming into this how Pyrena would compare, goodie little wretch of nobility that she was. The Greek didn’t let her down. Figuratively.

Manami couldn’t help but feel a distinct sense of deja vu as she was lifted onto the woman's shoulders. This position was becoming too familiar for her tastes. This federation seemed to possess an annoying fondness for the glitz and glamour of a flashy powerhouse. No doubt, Pyrena must have been quite the dazzling sight, this tower of gold and scarlet slamming her smaller opponent faithfully into the floor with a splash of sand and dust. That disgust in her gut was the last thing her mind registered before she found herself on her back, half dead. Manami was left seeing stars with a head hollow of drifting, idle thoughts and flickering lights of consciousness.

She felt a tap by her side, and those lights flickered a tad. Her vision slowly realigned, though her head was in too much pain to recognize the ceiling.

“TWO!”

That raised the hairs on her neck. As the official's hand was about to come down for the final time, the Wolf’s body took over without her mind. Her legs curled back and she kicked out out of the pinfall attempt. That was about all the energy it could muster, however. She laid slumped on her side, sluggish and cloudy in the eyes. She would have seemed quite out of it...were it not for the small manic grin gracing her lips, twitching to one side irrevocably.