Handicap Match! X-Edge vs Yuri-chan [The Disgraced Idol]

Kirika was in a tight spot and knew that. This match had taken a lot out of her. Fighting Yuri on multiple fronts and in phases had resulted in a lot of damage. That she took yet another one from that butt drop just added to her strain. Having hoped on some level that Yuri would still want to mess around and that would give Kirika a chance to slip away from her.

Both girls were caught offguard by how quickly things were progressing. Yuri's words reflecting an intense need to take down one of them and now. It wasn't even leaving much time for Shirabe to try to intervene even if she was feeling mostly ok now. With the positioning of the official she didn't have a clear avenue to do more than try to scour the edge of the ring for toys she could grab and plot a move for when she could get in. Straight up heading in to break this up wouldn't be easy to pull off for her.

"Not...again!" Kirika groaning as the arm got around her neck. Even if it wasn't nearly such a shameful situation for her this time...getting taken out twice by Yuri would be agonizing. She could trust Shirabe, but she didn't want to miss out on it all. The girl struggling as much against Yuri as she still had strength for. It was tapping into her very last reserves and she knew even if she could break free she had little left in the tank.

Having that sexy body pressing down on her back wasn't something she had time to appreciate. A free arm struggling to yank at the ones around her neck. Squirming on the mat and trying to yank herself towards the ropes...but the intense squeezing on her neck was hitting Kirika hard. She already didn't have much air and her body was both writhing and starting to run out of energy. "Gnnnn!" She groaned feeling the weakness hitting her and yet using everything she had to force Yuri to give as much as she had to in order to keep Kirika under control. Even in her lowest moment trying to set the baton for Shirabe to have the best chance possible.

Yuri panted into Kirika's ear as she choked the life out of the blonde. "No more fighting Kirika, just go to sleep!" the idol said. If the blonde broke out, Yuri knew she wouldn't have much left to best both her and Shirabe. She needed to conserve as much of her energy as possible at this point. Even so, beating Shirabe was going to be a challenge, what with the smaller fighter having enough time to recover.

Kirika was struggling hard though, refusing to just give in and pass out in Yuri's arms. No doubt the blonde wasn't looking forward to a harsh punishment session, something that would surely be coming if she lost. Yuri was furious after taking those hits to her breasts after all, and the idol knew that if she lost she should expect no mercy from the humiliated Kirika and Shirabe. Getting disgraced once was more than enough, the idol had no plans to let it happen again.

"Come on, come on!" Yuri said, an edge creeping into her voice as she choked Kirika, "Pass out already!"

Kirika of course knew that with Yuri locked in like this she couldn't easily break free. And part of her desperation was directly from the fear of what Yuri would do if she won. It was possible she'd run the full gambit from messing with the two of them sexually and making them pay for every physical hit Yuri had taken during the match. "Y-you...quit..." She wheezed out unwilling to give up until the last moment. Even if it meant passing out she'd give Shirabe every second to prepare she could.

There wasn't much time and Shirabe had to prep herself while she could. Thankfully having the time to gather her clothing that had been discarded out of the ring. So her shame was somewhat contained. "Don't worry Kiri-chan, I've got this one." She breathed out and readied herself as best she could. She was as recovered as she was going to get after being knocked around and forced to cum in front of a crowd.

Kirika's struggles got even more desperate as she threw her last bit of energy into straining against Yuri. Swinging elbows into her general area, shaking her head around, anything to do a little bit of damage. Until finally...her vision started to go black. The blonde simply didn't have anything left. An uneasy feeling of not knowing in what place or state she'd wake up in. But the girl had no choice but to groan as her whole body went slack and she passed out completely!

It was painful, but Shirabe had to wait until the ref was ready to confirm the situation. But as that was going on she didn't hesitate to roll herself into the ring knowing the ref would be focused on that. Not waiting for an instant the girl raced in there picking up Yuri's discarded riding crop and taking a firm swing at the idol's back. "Yuri!" Shirabe was just frustrated, embarrassed, and angry. A combination she put fully into her swing. The girl hoping to both do some damage and get Yuri off Kirika!

Both the referee and Yuri were focused on Kirika at the moment, neither girl giving any attention to Shirabe's entrance into the ring. Yuri was struggling to hold Kirika in place, tanking elbow shots to her ribs while dodging Kirika's head, trying to avoid getting a split lip. She knew from experience that right before passing out if when someone struggles the hardest, so she anticipated that Kirika wouldn't have much time left. And she was right, as slowly but surely Kirika's struggles ceased and the girl fell into oblivion.

The referee checked Kirika by raising her arm and letting it drop three times. "She's out!" the referee called, wavingnher hands to signal that Yuri had gotten the first fall. The idol let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. And now with one of her opponent's out of the match, all she needed to do was take care of the shrimp Shirabe.

But before Yuri could do anything, a white hot line of pain flashed across her back. "AH!" Yuri cried. Whatever had just hit her shredded through the back of her swimsuit, splitting the two lines of fabric and essentially leaving her naked. Yuri turned back to see Shirabe holding her riding crop in her raised hand.

Yuri quickly released Kirika, rolling as fast as she could off the blonde's body to get away from Shirabe. Her opponent had jumped into the match far before she was ready, and on top of that she had a weapon. This was truly the worst way to start the final round of this match. Yuri hoped Shirabe would tend to Kirika instead of coming after her, giving her some time to recover her energy and hopefully find a weapon so she could face off against the smaller girl.

It wasn't easy to keep any sort of control over herself. But Shirabe tried everything to not simply draw attention to herself until the right moment. Trusting in Kirika to hold on as long as she could and make it as difficult a hold as possible for Yuri. Thankfully she got rather close before her frustrations got the better of her.

Swinging with all she had in order to at least get across some key points to Yuri. That she wouldn't go down without a fight and that Kirika's efforts wouldn't be in vain. "Sorry, but we're going right into the next round." She replied as Yuri rolled off.

Knowing she didn't have time to spare, Shirabe couldn't spend as much time as she would have liked tending to Kirika. "Sorry about having to go through all that, I'll take care of the rest." She gave a small apology to Kirika. Reaching down to pat her blonde hair for a second before going straight onto the pursuit. The groans she could hear in that small moment reassured Shirabe enough that Kirika would be fine. But she knew if Yuri won then Kirika wouldn't be and that was more than enough reason to get moving.

"Unlike Kiri-chan I did end up looking into what happened to you." The girl admitting as she tried to catch up to Yuri and start swinging the crop. Either to get some hits in on Yuri's ass or simply her sides if she'd already turned to face Shirabe. "After what happened I'm surprised you were willing to try and beat Kiri-chan last time in such a similar way."

Partly Shirabe was honestly surprised Yuri had been willing to do such a thing to Kirika last match. But she also wanted to see how she'd react. If Shirabe could bait her into doing something stupid she could win the match in a hurry. Maybe part of it was simply that Shirabe herself was upset about what happened to Kirika right now and wanted to make sure Yuri wasn't cool-headed either.

Yuri had no time to recover before Shirabe was after her again. The crop swung down with a whoosh of wind, cracking across Yuri's buttocks and leaving a red streak across the already bruised buns of the battered idol. The idol yelped, trying to get away by continuing to roll off to the side of the ring. The whole time Shirabe doggedly followed her, swinging the riding crop and smacking the poor idol. Her skin was soon marred by red streaks all over, some even forming welts as Yuri tried to get out of range.

Seeing no other choice, the idol went for the ropes. She rolled as fast as she could, slipping out of the ring underneath the bottom ropes and falling onto the thin mats outside the ring. She panted softly, wincing in pain from the whipping she just took. Shirabe was merciless, tanning her backside with multiple hits that left the idol's butt completely covered with bruises and welts. Yuri could tell that she wasn't going to be able to sit properly for a while.

But the idol hadn't given up yet. She reached underneath the ring apron, seeking out her own weapon. Her hands clasped upon the handle of what had to be the most ridiculously oversized dildo the idol had ever seen. It was a full two feet long, bright purple and quite wobbly, with a handle that was shaped like the hilt of a sword. If she wasn't in such a tight situation, Yuri would have laughed from the thought of using such a thing.

But it was the perfect weapon to finish Shirabe off with. Yuri would ruin her with this comically oversized dildo. The idol popped her head back up over the side of the ring, trying to see what Shirabe was up to. She hoped to catch the smaller fighter by surprise, if possible.

Shirabe knew she couldn't afford to back off. Yuri was cunning and dangerous. Even if Shirabe felt a lot better now that didn't mean things couldn't turn on her in a hurry. She had to take advantage of what work Kirika did and win this match for the both of them. It was a careful yet persistent assault. Shirabe keeping pace enough to continue getting hits in, but not being so reckless as to give a really strong opening for Yuri to exploit.

A groan leaving her lips as her quarry slipped out of the ring. Jumping down to chase her had risks to it and Shirabe had enough of an advantage to not get too aggressive. Of course if Yuri appeared unwilling to return then Shirabe would pursue to avoid giving her much rest. But, she could take a moment and gather her thoughts a bit.

Heading back to the middle of the ring and then to the far side she took a peek over the edge. Not spotting Yuri the girl took a moment to carefully roll and lower Kirika out of the ring on that side. She wasn't a valid target at this point. But someone could trip over her groaning body if she stayed in the ring. "Here you go..."

She quietly commented and made sure Kirika was down safely before trying to move back to the middle of the ring. It wasn't a perfect defensive position. But if she could get there then the crowd should react in some way if Yuri was approaching from a blind spot. At least Shirabe hoped so. Spotting the small dildo that Kirika hadn't been able to use on Yuri and picking that up as well. If she was going to finish off that girl...it'd be with this.

Shirabe didn't chase her out of the ring, which meant she had to be distracted with helping Kirika, Yuri thought. The devious idol was going to prey upon the bond of friendship these two girls felt for each other. It was admirable that they stuck together and fought well, however by caring so much for each other it made them pass up golden opportunities like this one to end the match. Yuri wasn't going to let her opportunity to get Shirabe back go to waste.

Seeing the smaller fighter with her back turned, Yuri quickly pushed herself back onto the ring apron, rolling in as silently as she could under the bottom ropes. She knew she only had a moment, so the second she was in she pushed to her feet and took off at the fastest run her exhausted body would allow. In her hands she held the big purple dildo like an extremely floppy sword.

The crowd let out a yell, informing Shirabe that Yuri was coming. The idol knew this was going to happen, which was why she was in such a hurry. "This is the end!" she yelled as she closed the distance, using her forward momentum to swing the dildo in a horizontal cut aimed right at Shirabe's head, hoping to smack the smaller fighter silly in one blow to end this fight!

It helped Shirabe calm down a little helping Kirika out of the ring. For the girl it was an essential move. She could guess from looking up Yuri's history before the match that she wouldn't look fondly on these kinds of bonds. But for Shirabe it was proof of why they could win. They only got this far because they were together. Shirabe wasn't here to teach Yuri about the bonds of friendship or anything like that. It was a match about payback after all. But the girl would use the help Kirika had given her to win this.

Shirabe waited and knew it was just a matter of time. "You can do this..." She whispered to herself trying to stay focus and bait her trap. She might have been shocked to see Yuri coming at her head on more than anything. So she was waiting with muscles tensed and ready to take action. Ears listening intensely for the first sign of a crowd reaction. Since it was a match where they called her out, Shirabe didn't think Yuri had the time to bribe the crowd for this kind of situation. So she had to trust those reactions and move the second she heard them.

The girl was spinning the second she heard anything. At the same time Shirabe moved to drop to her knees. It was a gamble since she couldn't be sure how Yuri was going to attack her. Be it a tackle or some kind of weapon. But if it had been a low blow at least Shirabe could take it to the gut instead and if it was a high hit she would hopefully duck under it. "This is our win!" She cried out in response trying to swing that crop up as hard as she could between Yuri's legs. From that position she had no other effective option.

Shirabe hoping to combo it with a strike from that small dildo to the head if Yuri bent over. But if she guarded that underhand swing then Shirabe would have to be diving to the side to avoid that...insane weapon that Yuri was wielding. Getting clubbed by that would be no joke!

Yuri had not been expecting that Shirabe was laying a trap. She underestimated her opponents before and paid for it, but the devious idol didn't seem to get the lesson. She swung the dildo with all the force her body could muster, only for it to whiff as Shirabe ducked underneath the wide arc of her knockout attempt. Then came the small fighter's counterattack, the crop snapping between her legs while Yuri was wide open and defenseless!

"EYAH!" Yuri's shrill cry of pain got caught on the speakers, letting the entire arena know that the tables had really been turned on the evil idol. The crop whipped the full length of her sensitive pussy, passing between her sex lips to whip directly into her insides, while the shaft or the crop cut deep into her clit. The idol's eyes watered as she doubled over, her knees giving out from the pain she felt.

But before she could crumple, Shirabe had another brutal follow-up. As she fell forward Shirabe's other hand came to meet her face, smacking her with a dildo uppercut that snapped the idol's head backwards. Yuri's eyes rolled back into her head from the blow, the force of it causing the hair ties holding her braid together to snap and her long green braid to burst into loose hair. The idol collapsed into a heap on the mats, not moving after taking those two hits. It looked like Shirabe had managed to knock Yuri out!