[Falls Count Anywhere POW Match] Hawk Moth vs Hyacinth - Lecture On Botany

Lowering her foot to the spine of the redhead flower, Karen arranged a personal meeting between Hyacinth's body and the rigid roof of the truck. Yes, there was a much more traumatic place here than just outside the ring. However, they were already here and it is unlikely that anything will change.

Having removed her foot from the back of Hyacinth, Hawk Moth took a step forward to be directly above her rival. She planned to go down to a lifeless body and stick her hands under flower's arms, and then clasp her palms together between Hyacinth's shoulder blades using double chikenwing.

If the red-haired girl hoped that she would be able to rest at least a little, so that the pain in her back would subside, then she was very mistaken. After all, the next thing Hawk Moth was going to do was land her ass just below the flower’s beautiful ass and start pulling Hyacinth’s upper body up with a painful hold called chickenwing camel clutch.

In fact, Karen rarely used tactics in which she purposefully injures only a certain part of the body, but in this situation it was justified. Therefore, no matter how she likes the red-headed girls, now Hyacinth’s back will suffer. Especially considering that now the ropes can not be help to the beautiful red-haired girl, because she personally brought them outside the ring. And even if she wanted to submit, she would have to continue to wriggle from back pain because in this match victory or defeat can be achieved only with a pin.

Karen even frowned as Hyacinth screamed in pain. The street fighter had no habit of sympathizing with her opponents. However, she could not help herself, on a subconscious level she did not want to hurt this red-haired beauty. But it was the match... and she had to finish it.

- Huh? - Karen was surprised when the flower said that she's giving up.

She was not opposed to letting her go right now so as not to break a certain amount of bones in her body. But even the girl-referee shook her head, reminding that this was pinfall only match, leaving Hyacinth to Karen's will. The street fighter could continue to hold her rival in that hold until she either fainted from pain, or was so seriously injured that she would no longer be able to move. Hawk Moth snorted because of the her own decision.

- Fine... - Karen said, disbelieving in her words.

The girl lifted her ass from Hyacinth's body, rising to her feet. However, she continued to hold the redhead flower's hands in the hold. Yes, Hawk Moth decided not to torment her rival to the last, although it was the most logical choice. Instead, she wanted to finish it all as quickly as possible. Therefore, using her considerable physical strength, the Japanese girl began to raise her rival up. And her goal was to lift Hyacinth into the air using the hold called elevated double chickenwing.

If Karen had succeeded, then her next move should not have been a secret. After all, she planned to let go hands of Hyacinth, grabbing her legs instead, and then fall into a sitting position, directing her rival’s whole body right into the truck’s hard roof with a destructive throw hook and ladder or as some know it glam slam. From Karen’s point of view, it was mercy, because if it was successful, she planned to turn Hyacinth on her back, lie across her and grab her left leg for a classic pin.

After a very successful start, Karen was completely confident that she was in control of this match. And she was about to end this by lifting her rival over the hardtop of the truck. Even despite the objections that escaped from Hyacinth’s mouth, Hawk Moth didn’t stop, she let go of her rival’s hands and grabbed her legs. Everything had to be over in an instant.

“What the...” - sounded in the girl’s head.

The world around her spun. Or is Karen herself spinning? She had not yet managed to understand this. This surprise ensured that Hawk Moth was in prostration for a few moments. And these moments were enough for the referee to fall next to the girls and slam on roof of the truck for the first time.

- One!

Karen blinked several times, realizing what situation she was in. This red-haired beauty was not such a simple fruit as it seemed to the street fighter after the start of their real fight. Karen was sure that Hyacinth would not be able to resist her move, however, her dexterity and speed were impressive. Somewhere deep down, Karen even regretted that she did not continue to keep her rival in the submission hold, but decided to finish it all as quickly as possible.

- Two!

No. This will not end there. Taking a deep inhale, Karen strained her whole body and jerked her legs up, breaking the pin and forcing Hyacinth to release her. Karen was on all fours half a meter from her rival. The girl raised her head, looking at her, a defiant smile appeared on her face.

- Not bad, - she would say.

A broad and defiant smile appeared on Karen's face due to the words of her rival. Usually a girl never combined her fights and personal feelings. However, when her rival began to provoke her, she began to feel something much stronger than the desire to win. She was the most ordinary person who found that the ability to knock shit out of people is the best she can. Therefore, everything was as simple as possible. Karen knocked shit out of people and she got paid for it. Not more. Not less. But when someone begins to provoke her, not recognizing her strength, she began to feel a desire to destroy this person.

- If you were done, it would be better for you, you little red-haired bitch, - Hawk Moth licked her lips, looking at her rival.

As during her debut, she did not intend to intentionally insult her rival, however, experiencing a rapid heartbeat after a provocation by Hyacinth, these words burst out of the mouth of a Japanese girl involuntarily. Now she was determined to show to this beautiful flower who is the master of the street. Karen got to her feet and at the same moment her eyes widened.

“Fuck... fast", - flashed through her mind.

Given the fact that Hawk Moth quite successfully started this match, she was not ready for the flower to show such agility. The street fighter did not even have time to raise her hands in order to block the kick of her rival. Hyacinth's foot crashed into Karen's chin and sparks appeared in the girl's eyes, for a few seconds she stood staggering, and then fell to her knees. She had a taste of blood in her mouth.

Perhaps she would have the opportunity to somehow deal with this, but, unfortunately, Hyacinth did not give her time for this. Karen felt the red-haired girl put her hands behind her back, placing the street fighter’s head between slender legs. Karen twitched, but that wasn't enough. The moment when Hyacinth jumped, it lasted forever. Karen's face collapsed onto the hardtop of the truck roof. Blood poured from her nose with a stream, and her lower lip was torn. The girl’s consciousness was now somewhere very far away.

She barely felt Hyacinth turn her over, grabbing her leg for a pin. However, her mind heard the referee drop down and slam near the ear of Hawk Moth. Although the girl did not react to this in any way.

- One!

“That's a cunning bitch...” - thought Karen.

In any other situation, she would not have allowed her opponent to be able to make two such powerful attacks in a row. However, she relaxed. Her love for redheads prevented her from continuing to break Hyacinth's bones, holding her in the submission hold. She decided to finish all this as soon as possible so that the red-haired girl did not experience unnecessary pain, and she paid for it. There was fog in Karen's eyes, but she clearly felt her own blood flowing down her face and neck. Fucking emotional weakness.

- Two!

This was the second time that this had happened to her. First was Lily. The soulless and unemotional machine that filled Karen's heart. She did not want to beat her and therefore almost lost her debut at a certain point. And now there was Hyacinth. As soon as she showed weakness, she immediately found herself in her own blood. Hawk Moth never allowed herself weakness in the octagon on the street. But she already twice showed this weakness here, in AFW. And twice paid for it.

- Thr...

The thought that she would lose because she showed a weakness for her opponent cleared the mind of Hawk Moth. Her fist clenched. She grew up on the street. She knocks shit out of people. She is stronger than everyone thinks of her. Even bleeding, she was not ready to let anyone win over her. Her willpower was stronger than that. Hawk Moth jerked to the side with the intention of sending the left elbow strike to Hyacinth's head in order to break this pin and push the red-haired girl away from her.

Sometimes in the life of any person a situation may arise when you have achieved something, but then you realize that it was only one drop from the whole ocean. Now Karen was in about that situation. When the girl gathered her strength and sent the elbow to the head of her rival, it seemed to her that her problems had been solved. She managed to push Hyacinth away from her and break the pin. She was still in the game. After the strike, the girl was on her right side. She allowed herself to smile into the void, but then she returned to reality.

The adrenaline, which allowed her to think clearly for a few moments, ended the effect and Karen fully understood what kind of ass she was in. The body of the Japanese girl trembled, and she felt a terrible dizziness, because of which she was again forced to lie on her back. Blood gushing from her nose and her torn lip like a fucking Niagara Falls. If someone thinks she was happy at the moment when her face was sent right to the metal roof of the truck, then she would advise this person to undergo an lobotomy.

“Fuck... how painful... have I really broken my nose?.." - thought Hawk Moth.

Although with great difficulty, but she raised her hand and touched her nose. It was painful, but it seemed that the nasal septum was intact. Hell, she hasn't received such wounds for quite some time. Her T-shirt was no longer white and blue, but bright red. Karen clenched her jaw and got ready, because she was obliged to act, because the match is still ongoing. Karen moaned painfully, trying to assume a sitting position.

However, before she could do this, what the street fighter might call insanity began. The red-haired flower, instead of attacking the weakened girl, approached her and carefully put her glove to Karen's nose. The Japanese girl did not understand anything of what was happening, but this was only the beginning. Hyacinth began to demand medics and that the girl referee did something.

“I lost consciousness and is this some kind of crazy dream?” - thought Hawk Moth.

To make sure, the girl quietly pinched herself. No. This is definitely not a dream. When one simple question arises. What the hell is going on here? Why is her rival now holding her head so carefully and telling her that everything will be fine, as if Karen was near death? Was it a trick? Or... Karen's left fist clenched. Hyacinth did not look concentrated. If Hawk Moth hits her with the greatest possible force, then the flower will surely fall from the truck... just one blow...

- What do you allow yourself? - Karen asked in a hoarse voice. - You thought that the fight on the roof of the truck is a children's game?

Her fist relaxed. No. She will not go to such a frank vileness. Especially at such a moment. Although she did not understand what caused this behavior on the part of her rival, she would not go for that.

- This is a fucking match. With fucking hardcore rules. And you brought us to the fucking roof of the fucking truck. And it was you who sent my fucking face to the fucking metal roof of the fucking truck, - she said, looking at her rival, - so...

The girl laid her hand on the side of the red-haired flower in order to try to exert enough force to push Hyacinth away from herself and make at least a small distance between the girls. If she succeeded, then Karen with another painful moan would stand on one knee.

- Get up and fight with me! - she tried to raise her voice, but her face was only contorted in pain because a torn lip did not allow her mouth to be wide open.

Slightly staggering, but the girl rose to her feet. She put off the glove, already soaked with blood from her nose. From time to time, drops still fell on the roof of the truck and the T-shirt of Hawk Moth, but the blood flow definitely decreased. The Japanese girl looked at the glove and hid it in the pocket of her shorts, she did not want to throw it away. She looked at Hyacinth.

- Thanks for that.. - she said more softly, - I’m better now...

She would like to be honest. Although it was very strange, because it had never happened to her before, but the girl really felt a certain gratitude for this concern from her rival. And yet they were fighters. And the business of the fighters is to fight. And Karen intended to continue, even if she had to bleed because her spirit was much stronger than her body.