Katsumi Aomine Vs. Misako Uchida

Katsumi was already in a world of hurt, but she wasn't about to lay down and be defeated....she was going to try as hard as she could to fight her way back all the way up until that bell rang. She would soon enough feel the hands of the Dragon on her hair, yanking and pulling on her mane to force the raven haired fighter up towards her feet. Wincing out and trying to pry those hands off of her hair.

Though it didn't take long before she was back up on her feet and those arms of Misako went down and wrapped around her waist. Then suddenly she felt a rush of air against her neck as she was taken for a flight. Crashing down on her shoulders as she let out a gasp of pain! "Gaah!"

The referee would move down next to the two and start the pin count. " One!....Two!..." But two was as far as it would go as Katsumi once again would muster the strength to kick out, bucking up and dropping to her side after breaking the pin.

That couldn’t be happening to Misako. Her mood and what was worse her match was completely ruined now. Misako had appeared on stage on her very debut trying to make a powerful statement about how she had arrived to the league and how proud fighters would have to bow before her in cowardice, and all that was ruined just by some pretty babyface girl who just refused to be destroyed. By showing that bravery and resilience, Katsumi was destroying Misako’s image and making her look like a pretender, a wannabee, and that was causing the Dragon to rage.

Gritting her teeth in anger as Katsumi escaped once more Misako would look at her downed but still proud and resilient rival with a killing gaze. That woman shouldn’t have been alive in the match like she was. The Light had no choice to win and still she refused to lose, and it was all because of Misako’s mercy. From the very beginning of the match the Dragon had gone easy on her rival and that was what she got in exchange: mockery and humiliation.

But not anymore. The Dragon wouldn’t let anyone escape, even if her reputation was now compromised. She wouldn’t show remorse nor mercy again. Dragging her rival to her feet she launched a powerful knee towards Katsumi’s stomach to bend her over, and then carry the smaller woman to set up Misako’s finisher in the form of a tombstone piledriver! Roaring in fury as she crashed down on the mat, Misako would quickly drape over Katsumi to end the match once and for all.

“ONE!”

Katsumi was in a poor state that was for sure and it didn't seem as if she was going to be given a chance to recover anymore. She would shake her head as she remained down on her side after having kicked out, knowing that she had to find her own way back into this match...but that she didn't exactly have much of a choice in how she would get herself back into this match at this point. For all it was worth she was putting up a good fight but it was clear to most that Misako was superior, she was stronger and tougher and even if Katsumi managed to fight back that would only mean she had one hell of an uphill battle to fight.

Though at the moment it didn't seem as if she was going to get the chance to fight back at this rate. As Katsumi felt herself being dragged by by her head and then the knee smashed up into the midsection of the light. " Guuh!" Katsumi gasped out, coughing out as she was forced to hunch over....an easy target yet again fro Misako as she would then swing her up and over, holding the raven haired woman upside down. The crowd seemed to know where this was going....and so did Katsumi! Driven into the canvas head first with a painful sounding impact, a dull thud that sent the body of Katsumi stiff. A second or two passed and then it turned limp in Misako's arms before she was released and flopped down near lifeless in front of the mighty Dragon.

Katsumi groaned out as Misako draped over her and the referee began the count, the first count hit and Katsumi laid motionless. Next the referee raised her hand up again and slapped it down against the canvas calling out -

"TWO!"

Misako’s thoughts kept racing as she had been pushed to a place she hadn’t been in a long time: that sweet looking babyface got her a couple of times and resisted some of her most powerful moves, threatening the image she wanted to project to everyone of a ruthless prowling Dragon. But it seemed that was over, as the last movement the white haired executed looked just too powerful to endure and then break a pin. Katsumi wasn’t moving, but that wasn’t a surprise after the tombstone piledriver.

Finally, the referee got a third slap on the mat and signaled the bell to ring and put an end to the match. Misako released her rival just when that happened since her statement was done. Victory felt a little bitter though since what she envisioned as a powerful message to every contender about the Dragon being mercilessly ruthless now had been stained by the Light’s resolution to survive even the toughest of moves. There was a silver lining though and it was that even after breaking some pins, now everyone looking would know what to fear about the Dragon and her finishing move.

After some cold celebration that suited her character, Misako walked towards her still downed opponent. “Hope this teaches you not to mess with a Dragon.”, said the white haired in her low threatening tone before walking out of the ring and towards the backstage area.

The third slap of the referee's hand smacked down against the canvas as she shouted out "Three!" She called for the bell right after and with it the match was over. The Light had been snuffed out by the dragon, devoured whole with nothing left.

Katsumi remained on her back, motionless saved for her chest rising and falling with each passing breath. She looked as if she was in a rather peaceful slumber. It took her but a few moments to regain consciousness though, and when she did her eyes softly opened to the sight of Misako towering over her, with a menacing few words that were muffled by the throbbing pain that assaulted Katsumi's senses.

She winced from the pain, and slowly began to push herself up to a seated position. She knew well enough what her fate had been, she had been defeated and rather soundly at that. Shaking her head, Katsumi would bite down on her bottom lip, clenching her fist tightly, so tight that her knuckles turned white. She breathed in deeply, then exhaled. Forcing herself up to her feet, on unsteady legs she would stand before she began to make her exit, having to hold her head with her right hand to deal with the throbbing as she took the shameful walk up the ramp as the loser.

*Some Light you are...*