Avryl vs Shiki

Avryl could have gone on and on forever, as the crowd was enjoying her act like never before. Probably just because she was beating Shiki up, but she couldnt tell. Anyway, she still had to keep them entertained! Punch after punch, Avryl asked herself just how much else until she heard the crack of Shiki's skull. However...! Before she could continue much longer, she'd be lifted off the ground by her hips, still sitting on the rockstar's shoulders. It was pretty obvious she was going for a powerbomb... How dared she interrupt her...?!

"Who told you you could stand up?!" The bikini clad woman yelled at her opponent, using both of her hands to hold tightly onto her hair.

She needed to do something, and she needed to do it now. It'd be then when she noticed Shiki was staggering a little bit. The perfect opportunity! Avryl immediatly released her opponent's hair and pressed her inner thighs against the raven haired girl's cheeks. If Shiki hadnt pulled the powerbomb off by then, she'd throw all of her weight backwards, attempting to flip and perform an awesome hurracarrana, slamming the back of her opponent's head right into the mat. "Power~!!" Nuuhuu! She wasnt willing to let Shiki have a single chance of attacking her!

Finally! She had this bitch right where she wanted her.

Well, just about, at least. Shiki could feel her muscles begin to ache from performing the overly demanding feat she had just managed. However, the stubborn youth refused to abandon her course of action as she kept a firm grasp on Avryl's hips, continuing to fight for balance. Confident that Avryl wasn't going anywhere, she wanted to make this powerbomb absolutely perfect!

I'll slam Avryl so hard, her grandchildren will feel it! I'll slam her so hard, her stupid bikini will be the only thing left of her! I'll slam her so hard—

Shiki found her rather amusing line of thought cut short as Avryl's thighs suddenly clentch a bit around her head. " H-Hey—shit! " Her muffled words would be the last thing the punk rocker could manage before Avryl suddenly dipped back, throwing all her weight against Shiki's trapped head. The hurricanrana would send both of their forms flipping briefly in the air before Shiki's head bounced off the canvas, followed by the rest of her body. Shiki's form would land in a jumble, though her head remained mostly caught still between Avryl's legs, before the youth found herself sprawled out, face up, along the mat.

" Y-You.. ruined it!... B-Bitch!... " Shiki muttered her frustration up at her opponent though it was clear she was quite muddled from her head trauma!

Avryl was pretty amazed of her own skills - I mean, she's never been able to do such a thing! She was proud of herself as she managed to skillfully counter that powebomb. Now, to what was important. Literally destroying Shiki. No more nice Avryl for the raven haired girl. She was really gonna have a taste of what this bikini-clad girl was able to do when she was pissed. Not only it'd satisfy Avryl herself, but the crowd as well. No one liked a wimpy brat like Shiki... well, maybe some sadistics did. In any case, Avryl slowly moved backwards to straddle her opponent's belly so she'd actually be able to hit her opponent right in the face, where it hurt the most. Well, maybe it didnt hurt the most, but it was painful as hell!

"Noow you're sooo dead!" Avryl grinned wicked at her opponent as she said that.

Before the referee could start counting Shiki out, the bikini clad woman started unleashing a barrage of savage punches to her opponent's cute face, not afraid of breaking her nose or leaving a black eye. A match was a match! The count was cancelled immediatly, and the referee just watched as Avryl released all of her rage.

Well, this certainly wasn't good.

Shiki had absentmindedly felt Avryl's form slidding down to mount her stomach while the raven haired one gingerly brought a pair of hands to grasp at her own head. The rather brief respite was cut short as the first of Avryl's blows collided against her cheek before a second punch brought a gasp from the punkette's lips. Like a brief wake-up call, the attack brought Shiki to life as she raised both her arms up vertically in front of her face. Guarding against the onslaught, another blow glanced her face while the following was blocked mostly by the youth's own attempts.

A pained huff left Shiki's newly busted lips—a thin stream of blood ran down the girl's chin—as blood began to flow from her nostrils once again with renewed vigor. Regardless, the youth grit her teeth and tried to gather her bearings as another pang of anger swept over her. " ... Get off, bitch! " The word was hissed as Shiki dared to drop her guard momentarily, lashing upward with a couple of her own punches, looking to return some pain to the girl atop her.

Of course, Averly possessed far superior leverage from her position—Shiki's weariness certainly wasn't helping neither! Despite it all, the stubborn youth fought on.

It was probably the first time Avryl felt so good in the ring. Well, maybe it was because it's been a good while since she last won a match. Ooor because Shiki was really good at jobbing. She didnt really care about it anyway, so she only focused on destroying her opponent's cute face. Punch after punch, her grin became wider and wider, to the point she looked kind of like a psycho. Nothing the crowd hasnt seen before, really. However, the grin disappeared as soon as the first of the raven haired girl's punches hit her. And then, as she tried to just forget that happened, another one hit her in the other cheek, her head snapping to the side. The bikini clad woman slowly turned her head to look at Shiki again, growling lowly before trying to grab her arms by the wrists to stop her before any other punch could reach her.

If she managed to do so, she'd pin them to the mat and move a bit forward, placing her knees right on Shiki's shoulders so she wouldnt be able to use her arms to defend herself anymore. After that, she'd let go of her wrists (since her knees were already doing all the job) and lift both of her hands above her head. She held her hands together, like a hammer, for a moment before bringing them down to Shiki's face with the full intention of breaking the jobber's nose. She wasnt going to stop until she saw some more blood. Too sadistic? Too Avryl.

J-Jobber? ... Jobber!?

Why, that bitch! Who the hell was she... describing, in her head, as a jobber!

Okay. So, Shiki couldn't read minds, or inner monologues. But if she could! Well—... Maybe she was a pretty good jobber after all. I mean, she certainly wasn't winning this fight but the crowd seemed positively ecstatic, nonetheless. Of course, Shiki didn't have much time to really admire the crowd. With Avryl form settled quite contently atop her figure, Shiki found her strength quickly waning; the punching wasn't helping much either. A soft grunt left the punkette's lips as she found Avryl's grasp suddenly coming to her wrists before her opponent proceeded to restrain her arms.

Shiki, of course, did her best to resist. However, Avryl had cleverly slid her knees to pin the punkette's arms to the mat, securely and quite effectively, as Shiki could only give a few frustrated huffs up at Avryl's features. The raven haired one squeezed her eyes shut as she made her best attempts to twist and push; anything to dislodge the sadist from her mount. Before the stubborn youth could take her struggles too far, however, Shiki found herself in for a bit of treat as both of Avryl's intertwined fists came crashing down upon her face. Ouch.

It was likely her fidgeting and struggles that did save her from a broken nose—Avryl's fist still managed to hit her nose but caught her cheek mostly instead. But that didn't exactly make it feel any better nor did it help with the whole bleeding part. Shiki gave an audible gasp just after the smack of Avryl's fists; her head slumped back heavily to smack off the canvas of the ring—her struggles seem to almost cease completely as the girl's head lolled to one side slowly. Her face found itself growing increasingly wet as the blood continued to flow from her nostrils, mixing with sweat—though the newest addition to Avryl's "makeover" for Shiki was now a rather bruised and swelling right cheek. There would be no smart remarks or insults from the punkette this time, Shiki was seeing stars after that one...

After that last double axe blow, the bikini clad woman seemed a bit more satisfied. Well, almost fully satisfied. She had let go of -almost- all of her rage on the raven haired girl, after all. What were jobbers there for? To get destroyed. To get savagely beaten down by far stronger wrestlers in order to make the crowd happy. To make their opponents look really awesome. Thanks to the punkette, Avryl now was the brightest star of the night. The fans were crazy about the brunette, who just remained atop of her opponent, straddling her chest and placing her hands on her hips. She lowered her head and arched her back a little bit to look at her opponent's face upclose as the referee came down to the mat to start counting Shiki out.

"On---!" The ref girl was just about to slap her hand on the canvas when Avryl suddenly turned her head to her, staring at her as she yelled. "Shut up! I'm not done yet!"

Of course she hasnt finished Shiki off just yet. As I said before, she was almost completely satisfied. She wanted more, the crowd wanted more, everyone wanted more! She even convinced herself that Shiki also wanted more. As the referee blinked, wondering if she should really go on, challenging Avryl's order, or if she should take a step back and let the girls fight a little more. Before she could even decide, Avryl grabbed a handful of the punkette's hair and pulled her up to her feet as she stood up. She really doubted she could really do anything at all, though nothing was impossible.

In case her opponent decided to keep jobbing to her, Avryl would walk right towards the corner, dragging her opponent along with her. Then, she'd move both hands to the sides of her torso and lift her up, forcing her to sit on top of the turnbuckle. Oh my~! Big move coming! She'd climb on the ropes and place her hands on her armpits, then proceeding to turn her upside down. The bikini clad woman's face would be right between her opponent's legs, her mouth against her crotch as she held Shiki by the waist, upside down. The crowd knew what was coming next: Avryl's finisher, the Head Cracker!

The next few moments became a bit of a blur for the thrashed rockstar.

Her thoughts came like a torrent which didn't help with the haze much—just the act of keeping her head up became a task that required almost all of her focus. Why that was important, Shiki wasn't entirely sure. Something terribly stubborn from deep inside the youth seemed to push her to do so, regardless.

A moment of clarity did, however, eventually find the raven haired punkette. The roar of the crowd hit her first, almost surprisingly. As her bearings slowly returned, she wanted to assume the match was already over and done with. But something was quite wrong with that assumption! The green eyed punkette blinked, feeling... a bit unnatural. Blood seemed to trickle up her face, rolling along her cheek and nose, before seemly settling to soak at her eyebrow. Had she really been bleeding that much? Sheesh. The thought momentarily aggravated the youth, however, the odd motion and flow of the warm, trickling, blood seemed to snap Shiki back to reality—she was upside down!

An overly sensitive sensation washed over Shiki as she began to regain her grasp of the situation. She felt Avryl's arms snug around her waist as their bodies were pressed together. More so, even through the fabric of her jeans shorts, she could feel the girl's face nestled dangerously close between her thighs—immediately flustering the youth in a way Shiki was almost positive had been somehow intentional. The best part came when Shiki's green eyes dared to peering down below her, however. She wasn't just upside down—she was being held upside down over the top ropes of the damn ring!

Overwhelmed by the mere thought of just falling or being dropped, Shiki found herself growing tense as her body made it's best attempts at somehow clinging to Avryl for her dear life. The youth's hands came to grasp and hug sluggishly around Avryl's waist as the punkette rather shamelessly found herself pressing her face between Avryl's thighs, almost tauntingly back into the crotch of that damn bikini bottom—as if she hadn't had enough of that already!

The youth's boots idly shuffled and kicked lightly above Avryl's head, if only to highlight Shiki's plight and complete helplessness in the moment—it was almost cute. Of course, what was coming next wasn't likely going to be cute by any means! What could Shiki possibly do now?...

Oh, this was going to be so awesome!

Avryl could already imagine Shiki's head literally exploding between her legs as soon as it hit the mat. Of course this was only her boundless imagination making her wish more and more to jump off that turnbuckle already. But there was something inside her that made her think she should keep her up a bit longer. You know, just to let her enjoy a bit more of her consciousness. Oooorr to torture her by letting her imagine just how much it'd hurt to get piledriven by a total badass from such a high spot.... And the people in the crowd didnt seem to be any less excited than Avryl. They cheered wildly as the bikini clad brought one arm up -partially releasing Shiki's waist.- and made a decapitation motion with her hand.

As soon as she finished with the little taunt, she wrapped her arm around the raven haired girl's rear again to hold her in position. Buuut! Before jumping, Avryl had a little something she always wanted to do. Just a little something so Shiki'd remember her. She lifted her head a bit so her lips would be pressing right against the punkette's groin. And, in a second, she opened her mouth a bit and gave it a good bite. That's the payback for all the lipstick marks on her bikini underwear. You didnt think Avryl wouldnt do anything about it, did you?

The next second, Avryl shut her eyes down tightly and jumped off the corner, bending her knees in the air as she pressed her opponent's head tightly with her thighs. And, just to make it as painful as she could, the bikini clad woman would push the punkette's body down a bit so her head would hit the mat violently. No one has ever survived that finisher move, and she highly doubted Shiki would stay conscious after it. "Head Cracker!" She exclaimed as she snapped her head back -so her scream wouldnt be muffled by Shiki's crotch.

The roar of the crowd seemed to hit Shiki like a bucket of ice cold water. This was bad. This was real bad!

The punkette's thoughts raced, along with her heart, as panic began to truly set in. She had to think—to figure out something! But as she hugged her face firmly between Averl's thighs and hips, it was quite clear the young girl had long passed the point of thinking clearly. And then, right in the middle of her panic, it came—the intrusion of Avryl's lips touching the crotch of her jean shorts once more. However, this time was different, she could feel intent in the gesture this time. Shiki's form seemed to tense and freeze in anticipation—her cheeks flushing lightly. Of course, what came next was certainly not something Shiki could have expected.

Even through the fabric of her jeans, Avryl would hit home as Shiki's rather treacherous opponent sank her teeth into the youth's most intimate of areas. The punkette's eyes shot open in pure shock as her lips parted, hesitant at first, before a girlish yelp turned into a loud moan—with a hint of unmistakable pleasure—as it left those messy, glossed, lips—muffled right between Avryl's thighs. Shiki's entire being hugged and squeezed at Avryl in a way that only made the punkette's cheeks flush and burn almost unbearably. Before Shiki's outrage could even begin to surface, however, Avryl had finally decided to bring an end to Shiki's torment—well, at least in one way—as the bikini clad babe suddenly launched herself off the top rope, of course, taking Shiki along for the ride.

" N-No! Stoooop—nngh! "

Shiki's flustered and rapid protest would resound only long enough for the pair to hit the canvas. The raven haired cutie's head, locked masterfully between Avryl's thighs, would be driven directly and completely unmercifully into the ring with all of the intense momentum from drop—not to mention all of their combined weight. The result would create quite the spectacular and thunderous landing! Upon impact, Shiki's yelp would be cutoff sharply—almost alarmingly—before the girl's body crumpled awkwardly; her legs slumping down sloppily and unnaturally around her, and Avryl's shoulders, as the the poor punkette's momentum from the landing forced the girl to be momentarily implanted directly on her skull. With Shiki's arms having already flopped and sprawled along the mat—resting along Avryl's knees—hey body would mimic a ragdoll, seemly devoid of any life at all in the moment before—slowly and painstakingly—toppling over on to her back, leaving the positively defeated cutie's head still nestled just slightly between Avryl's legs.

Surprisingly, Shiki's eyes would be half opened—though one look at the girl's distant, broken, expression would show that she was far from being conscious. Thankfully, the youth's shallow breathes would be an indication that she was still alive!... For all the good that would do her right now.