Mai Nagasawa vs. Seraphim Harmonia (Complete)

Mai's eyes were focused on Seraphim as she shot her kick forward. WEvery muscle in her body tensed and she could feel her fingers digging into her palm.. Her teeth were clenched so tightly that they ached and when she saw Seraphim bring up her hand, her nose flared and she snarled. No hand, especially not one that she had worked over already was going to stop her kick. And she was right. She felt the toe stab at Seraphim like a dagger. A wave ran through her body as she saw the trickle of blood.

That should do it. I've got this!"

Mai watched as Seraphim's head turned and she thought the white haired beauty was about to go down to the mat. But instead, Seraphim turned her head back and looked at Mia. And then she smiled. Mai's eyes quivered for a moment but instead of looking shocked, even as her body suddenly felt cool and very heavy. Mai smiled back. She looked warmly at Seraphim. She maintained it as Seraphim grabbed her ankle and even when her foot was stomped on, she only twitched as her nose wrinkled and her teeth clenched to force away the pain.

"Hai." she said back, nodding while Seraphim asked, even in her position. Her voice was cool and calm. She knew what was coming. She didn't have the strength for anything else and had accepted her fate before she even threw the kick out. She smirked at Seraphim's words. "I'll fight you anytime, Sera-chan." She said in a sweet voice. "You're kinda cute when you act tough." She added. "But the roles could have been reversed just as easily." She spoke even as Seraphim's head shot forward and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head as she was rocked hard. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell to the mat hard, landing in a thump with her arms in different directions her legs partially bent in. She was probably unconscious as there was a little blood trickling down from her forehead. Her sweat soaked body suit still clung tightly as her chest heaved up and down, her eyes open just enough so that the slits could be seen. A soft moan coming from her mouth as her eyes were glossy and focused on nothing. All she saw was white and she couldn't even move a muscle on her body.

That kick was nauseatingly painful. Even with her arm interfering and lessoning the blow, it was still a kick that would bring a devastating pain to most other wrestlers. But for Seraphim, her head was as hard as steel, and her body was used to years of abuse and fighting, so she tolerated it and was still able to keep her footing. Even so, that didnâ€t it wasnâ€t painful!!! She was able to bite back the pain now, hiding it well between there exchange of words, but she still bit her lower lip as she tried to hold back the painful sensations from the powerful kick as blood trickled down the side of her head.

Those words though in reply were just what she wanted to hear. The girl even then still had her spirit, sounding like she knew she lost, but would continue to fight again another day. Though the comment on her being cute only made Seraphimâ€s crimson eye widen a little, trying not to comment back on that. Instead, she delivered her headbutt, and within moments, the brown haired neko who was smiling just a little was now falling back on the mat, left in a state practically unconscious, as Seraphim quickly slapped her hand to her forehead, favoring her skull as a headache was starting to pulse. “Fffuck that hurt…” She cursed under her breath as Mai was on her back and on the mat, Seraphim leaning forward a little as she felt the warm blood still lightly driveling down the side of her head. But the girl tried to play it off tough, even if Mai did say it was.. cute.

The fans were cheering though. They enjoyed the match, it was intense, yet also a little intimate. However, as Mai was on the ground, the fans wanted more. Even though they knew Seraphim was a girl who let her opponents have there pride and dignity, many assumed that Seraphimâ€s return had changed her, and they wanted to see Mai stripped or fucked in the ring. Seraphim looked down at Mai, the girlâ€s eyes only barely open and rolled back, limp on the mat. Her legs were spread slightly in a way that was practically inviting, her whole suit was covered in sweat, her crotch was wet and enticing, and a soft moan came from her as she panted, her chest rising and falling in a way that sent a small shiver down Seraphimâ€s spine. But even if a part of her did want this girl, and the fans demanded it, Seraphim delivered exactly what she always did to these mindless fans.

She flipped them off with two tall middle fingers, and marched over to Mai. Well… march was an overstatement. Seraphim was hobbling over to the disheveled and barely conscious girl, her own body feeling worse for wear, before she stood beside Mai, looking down at her once more. Forcing back her smile, Seraphim fell down to her knees, practically collapsing onto them at the girlâ€s right side. Not going for a knock out or submission, Seraphim simply crossed herself over Mai, hands down on the mat over the girlâ€s body, as her abdomen rested overtop and across Maiâ€s, attempting to go for the three count.

“One!!!” The referee yelled out, as Seraphim didnâ€t move. But, the girl still kept her mood in better spirits, tired but feeling accomplished, knowing she had took on more than just another opponent, but feeling like she had made a friend. “Heh… you know, you say Iâ€m cute, but youâ€re much better than me.” Seraphim said in an amused tone, doubting Mai heard her, but just wanting to get it off her chest, feeling like the only time she really could say it was if no one was listening.

Mai was oblivious to nearly everything around her. She was conscious, barely, but she couldn't really comprehend or interact with anything. All she could hear was a fuzzy static that was the crowd's cheering and a white light that kept her eyes mostly closed. She really didn't even know how she was still conscious but her mind drifted along as she lay there. "hnnn..." She moaned, her lips not even moving to utter the sound. Her fingertips on her right hand twitched and when Seraphim fell on top of her, Mai felt the weight and her eyes fluttered for a second before finally settling back down. Her mouth opened and another soft sound came out.

"ohnnn..." She managed. Then the ref slapped the one count. Mai fetl a tingle as Seraphim's body pressed against her own. The weight was actually rather comforting. It felt like she was being protected in a way.

"Two!"

The ref slapped down the second count and Mai's hand slowly bent at the elbow. The crowd gasped at the movement. Was she really going to try and kick out!? But even though her arm bent upwards, there was no movement in her shoulder or in her upper arm aside fro her muscles tensing up. Then her arm fell forward and into Seraphim's hair. That white matted bed of feathery locks. Mai's fingers twisted into it and she gripped it tightly. It was the only movement she made as the Ref lifted her hand up for the third and final count.

This was it. Another match would be finished, and Seraphim would have another win under her belt. How many would this make, seven in a row now? She nearly lost count, but Seraphim was looking forward to getting a strait ten. Part of it was for a personal goal, the other was to show this league that you didnâ€t have to prey upon others and run some heel league or anything of the sort to win. This was a sport, not a place of domination and abuse. …But Seraphim knew it was a shallow goal, and a part of her had started to give up on that. However, thanks to Mai, she felt her spirit rekindle some, really wanting to thank the girl further for this match, feeling like it really did put a better perspective on things for her.

Seraphim didnâ€t budge, as she heard the girlâ€s faint but cute panting, and Seraphim kept her warm body overlapping Maiâ€s, practically just laying overtop her, like she refused to let anyone else touch her. Then, after the second count, Seraphimâ€s eye widened a little. She was in a lot of pain, and it was starting to get to her as she felt like she was at her limit, and she suddenly thought that maybe Mai was having a come back, as she felt Maiâ€s hand tighten into Seraphimâ€s feathery white locks of hair. “Nngh..” She cringed a little at how tightly it tugged at her roots, but it didnâ€t count as pushing Seraphim off, so she kept the pinfall now, going for the three count.

“Three!!! Seraphim is the winner!” And there it was, as Seraphim struggled with the tugging pain in her roots, and stayed overtop Mai, the bell sounded off, and the three count came. However… Seraphim didnâ€t move just yet. She panted a few times herself, feeling the exhaustion really getting to her, as she just laid there for a few moments. The bell came off like a release to Seraphim, as all the pain she was holding back so terribly started to wash into her body, like the limiter was removed, and she trembled a little over Mai, only one of her own hands moving too, as it favored the side of her head that Mai had recently kicked, and Seraphim tried not to give off any sounds of pain, favoring the side of her skull some, not getting up just yet.

Mai's grip loosened once the three count hit. She knew it was over and in reality, the grip on Seraphim's hair wasn't done to protest the pin in anyway. Her grip loosened and she plunged her fingers deeper into Seraphim's locks, burying her hand in white as she opened her eyes partly. "hahnn.." she panted softly. Her eyes were blurry and all she could see was an outline of Seraphim and the lights above her. "Her other hand then lifted itself up and she pressed the palm of her hand against Seraphim's face. Her fingers bent and she ran the tips of her gloved fingers down Seraphim's cheek softly, affectionately. She then closed her eyes and her arm fell limp. the back of her hand slapped against the mat and the hand in Seraphim's hair slipped out and did the same.

Mai's head then turned and her eyes shut completely as she finally succumb to unconsciousness. She had been awake the whole match and hadn't let herself fall victim to such a fate as a knockout. But now that the match was over, she didn't have to strain herself anymore and enjoyed the calm quiet blackness of unconsciousness.

And there it was… the three count. Seraphim felt proud of herself and accomplished, but her body was aching all over. She didnâ€t want to show weakness to the crowd, she wasnâ€t that kind of person, but the pain she was holding back for so long was now viciously coming back in a pulsing torrent, aching the girl all over. She took a few breaths rapidly, but before long, she felt Maiâ€s hand slide down from her hair, and along the front of Seraphimâ€s face, making her blink a few times in mild confusion. But it felt… affectionate and warm, bringing a faint smile forced through it all to Seraphim, as she tried to enjoy the little moment. But before long, Mai lost consciousness, the girl completely limp as she was out like a light. The fans watched curiously, and slowly, Seraphim slumped her body over, rolling some to get off Mai, and landing on her back.

“Fuck… I can barely remember the last time I got pushed that hard.” Seraphim doubted that Mai could hear her. She lied there on her back, panting and wishing for a cigarette, but she didnâ€t fall into temptation, instead just lying there for now, breathing quickly, even if Mai was unconscious. For a second, as she lied there, she gingerly took Maiâ€s hand in her own, running her thumb over the top of the girlâ€s hand. And with a long breath, Seraphim slowly sat up, her other palm against her head again, as the blood started to dry. Looking down at Mai, as Seraphim and the girl were an utter mess, Seraphim very slowly got to her feet, shaking and giving a heavy grunt as she did. Her whole body pleaded to just rest, but not until she got out of this ring. She had pride, and still refused a stretcher or medical help. "Ya did great... Mai. Just rest for now."

Instead, with her hand still at Maiâ€s, she gave a slow and constant pull, bringing Maiâ€s limp form up to herself. The girl was so light to a girl as strong as Seraphim, and she took the sweaty, unconscious, and limp girl in her hands, carrying her over her back. Maiâ€s form slumped over Seraphimâ€s upper back, arms over her shoulders, and legs tucked under Seraphimâ€s hands as she carried her. With slow steps, each one aching and practically at a limp, Seraphim carried Mai on with her, taking long, slow breaths to pace herself, slowly leaving the ring with her new friend, seeking a long rest and some medical attention for the two of them.

Seraphim is the winner by pinfall.
To be continued backstage.