AFW Title Match

Akashi watched as Sarah let go of her throat. Saliva was dripping out of her mouth and she had to focus her eyes just to see Sarah. Her lids squinted but her thighs remained relentless. She was certain that Sarah was finally giving up. But what sort of victory was this? She wondered silently.

It was then that Akashi saw Sarah's fist pull back. Her eyes widened again, her beet red face shook enough to cause the droplets of sweat to run into her eyes, burning them momentarily. But she didn't have to see to know what was coming. Her mouth opened to speak but only a weak gurgle came out.

As She was released and saw the fist coming at her, Akashi shut her eyes tightly. That didn't suppress the pain as the fist smashed into her nose. A flash of light ran through her closed eyes as she felt the lightheaded sensation of enclosing blackness. Her legs released themselves from their grip on Sarah and she flew backwards, Her nose bent as the fist crashed into it and when she was removed, a long trail of blood followed out of it as she soared through the air for barely a second.

She crashed hard, landing on her back with her arms flopping to her sides. Her feet had hi last and slapped the mat and her head turned. Her eyes were closed and sweat, blood and spit dripped down the side of her cheek and onto the mat. Other than her chest heaving up and down, there was no other indication she was even alive as her body remained still, the crowd gasping at the scene as both fighters collapsed tot he mat.

It was a monumetal collision that brought both both fighters down to half dead states on the mat. Even after delivering her finisher Sarah was in no better state than Akashi was. She lay face down on the mat, arms sprawled out at her sides, and her eyes shut as she breathed weakly. The ref was at a loss at what to do. Both fighters were down, and neither looked like they were going to move anytime soon. The epic clash between sumo and brawler had brought both fighters to this state, and it for now it looked like no one was the winner.

But just as the ref was about to call a draw to this match, Sarah Gatt begin to stir. The crowd then started cheering and whooping loudly as Sarah started to shift from where she lay, groaning as she grought her head up and started look around. She looked like an absolute wreck, and she felt just the same. If someone had told Sarah before the match that Akashi would actually put her in this state, Sarah would have laughed in their face. One thing was for sure, Sarah difeintely had a bit more respect for the sumo now. But this thing wasn't over. There was one thing left to do.

With every last bit of strength she could muster Sarah would begin the long and arduos crawl towards Akashi with the intention of pinning the woman to end the fight. Every movement brought fresh pain to her fractured ribs but Sarah pressed on, feeling like she was crawling a mile when in reality it was only a few feet away. The crowd was on their feet now, either cheering Sarah on or urging Akashi to move.

Akashi wasn't even awake as the ref began to count the two fighters out, raising her hands and starting the ten count. In her body, she could feel the roar of the crowd but it was not something her conscious mind would even be able to acknowledge even as the Ref reached the nine coun, only stopping when Sarah stirred.

The crowd's sudden and loud roar, cause'd Akashi's mouth to open and let out a groan. Her eyes twitched and her arm lifted up. She brought it to her face and drug her arm across her face to wipe off the mixture of fluids before it fell back down to the ring with a hard thud, like it was made of brick. It felt like brick.

Her eyes then opened and she turned her head. to look at Sarah as she crawled to her. Akashi's face suddenly perked up into a smile and her left leg slid up so her knee was pointing at the arena lights. "Sarah-san..." She said in a weak voice as Sarah got closer to her.

Sarah's eyes felt so heavy as she made her way to Akashi. Blackness creeped at the edges of her vision, making it look like Akashi was miles away. But still Sarah pressed on. The crowd's cheers and jeers also were faint echoes in her head. Sarah hadn't been this wrecked in awhile. Years in fact. She had spent so long being the best that she forgot what it was like to have it given back to you.

Fianlly, after what seemed like a fifty mile hike, Sarah would eventually reach the laid out sumo, who thankfully looked to be in as worst shape as her. Sarah gingerly crawled atop Akashi, the sumo's soft flesh very comforting at that moment, and wrapped her arms around the leg that Akashi pointed upwards. Immediately the ref girl dropped to the mat, and the countout began. "ONE!"

As Akashi watched Sarah climb on top of her she could feel a choking sensation in her throat. She could certainly breath, so she didn't know what it was, or, rather, didn't want to admit it. She lowered her eyes as she felt Sarah's head on her chest. "Good match, Sarah-san." She whispered low and brought her hands to her sides and lifted them up weakly and slid them into Sarah's sweaty tangled locks and intertwined them and pushed down to press Sarah's head into her chest, hugging the brawler as tears began to slide out from the corners of her eyes and down her face.

As Akashi felt Sarah lift her leg up, Akashi stared up into the bright lights of the arena, a smile still on her face. "I'll get you next time for sure."

"ONE!"

"And we better..."

TWO!"

"Stay friends, Baka!"

"THREE!"

When the ref slapped the final count, Akashi's hands flopped to her sides again. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. Despite the feeling of deep regret that washed over her, she felt good for some reason. It couldn't be until later until all this sunk in but for now, she gave Sarah room to stand up, if she could, and have her moment. Despite that, or maybe because she was slightly deranged from the match, Akashi started laughing softly.

"For this!" She said between painful chuckles. "You owe me a night in the sack! Hahahaha-owwww, Fuck!" Akashi quieted down as she listened to the crowd cheer and boo as they desired before her face fell and she opened one eye to watch Sarah.

"THREE!!!"

That final count of three had the entire arena jump to their feet in righteos cheers. It was the upset of the century. Sarah Gatt had defeated the reigning champ Akashi Tanikaze, effectively stripping her of her title. It had been hard fought beyond belief, possibly the most brutal match the AFW had ever seen. And after broken bones and smashed faces one emerged as the victor. Sarah.

Once the third count hit Sarah subconsciously released Akashi's leg from her grasp. She panted tiredly as she lay on Akashi's chest, the sumo's fingers through her tossled hair, which at that moment fekt quite comforting, and her situtation fully dawned on her. The match was over. She had won. She was champion. She heard Akashi speak to her, the first words she could comprehend since performing her finisher, and chuckled. "I-In....In you dreams...."

A smile slowly spread across Sarah's face as the feeling of victory seemed to wash away all pain. Slowly and carefully she would begin to make her way to her feet, wincing from the fractured ribs on her side. Despite this, Sarah would slowly raise herself off of Akashi, until she stood to her full height. There she stood; bruised, barrered, broken, topless, but victorious. And the crowd was bathing her with cheers. Sarah normally didn't care much for the people she supposedly entertained in her fights, but at that moment, as she looked around at everyone united in cheering for her, she had to admit it felt pretty damn good.

Soon the ref girl came carrying withh her the object of all this trouble. The AFW title belt. She meekly handed it to Sarah, and the brawler slowly took it in her hands. She had never seen it before. it looked briliant. Absolutely brilliant. And it was all her's. Sarah slowly ran her thunb across the engravings upon it, and a wide grin spread across her features. The reign of the sumo had ended. Now began the reign of the brawler. She rasied the belt above her head, and shouted loudly into the air.

"YEEEEAHHHHHOOOOWWWW!!!" What started as a scream descended into a howl of pain as she clutched her ribs yet again. She had nearly forgotten about the fracture Akashi had caused there. Speaking of the sumo, she still lay at Sarah's feet, and Sarah looked down at her with a sneer. And then Sarah would do something no one had seen her do in the history of her career. She would reach down, and offer a hand to her beaten opponant. "H-Hell of a fight...." Sarah said with a pant, and if Akashi took the hand Sarah would pull the sumo to her feet.

Akashi laid there with the crowd roaring over her, past her and wreathing Sara in a heap of praise she deserved for a job well done. Despite the loss, she was actually pretty proud of Sarah for her victory. She felt Sarah roll off of her and gave a sigh of relief. Sara's weight had suddenly felt like a stone and having it off of her, suddenly made her feel light as a feather. She opened her eyes ads Sarah received her belt, title and kudos. Akashi smiled. It was all she could do.

That was until she saw Sarah step over to her. Her eyes widened at the cast shadow. Honestly, in her heart of hearts, Akashi thought that Sarah really would try and finish her off and when Sarah held out her hand, she winced. She closed her eyes until nothing happened. Then, she opened again and saw her hand was raised. Akashi smiled again and took the hand and weakly stood up. She leaned against Sarah for support when she was pulled up and took Sarah's hand and raised it up high. "Congratulations, champ." Akashi said and smiled weakly at Sarah.

Sarah frowned irritably when Akashi shied away from her offered hand. She supposed it was kinda unsual for her to do such a thing for an opponant but this kind of reaction was kind of insulting. Finally though it seemed Akashi figured out she was on the level, and took the hand firmly before hauling Akashi to her feet. Even that small act made her sore muscles scream in protest. "Toughest...damn fight....of my life," Sarah panted after Akashi was up, cracking a wry smile at the sumo. "And I;ve been in a lot of fights."

Then her arm was rasied by Akashi, and the crowd actually got lounder. In her one hand she held the belt, the other raised high in the air by her opponant. "Champ, huh?" Sarah repeated, that same grin on her face. "I could get used to that. Ahh!!" Sarah suddenly winced and grabbed her side, clutching her ribs and forcing to lean on Akashi for support. "Shit....did you have to break all my damn ribs?"

Akashi touched her sore nose as she looked at Sarah. She let out a small smile. "Yeah, same..." She then let out a sigh and looked down the ramp. It would be a long walk back. She summoned the strength to drag herself towards the ropes and out of the ring. "I did. It obviously wasn't enough though. So next time we fight, you can look forward to that and more." Akashi flashed Sarah a smile and stuck her tongue out at Sarah before leaning for a moment against the ropes.

"Sarah-san!" Akashi shouted back. "Hold onto my title until I'm ready to take it back, ok?!"

Sarah watched as Akashi limped her way up the ramp, leaving Sarah in the ring with the belt in her hand, grinning as he saw her worthy opponant off. Sarah laughed at Akashi's final words, shaking her head at them. "Fuck that," she shouted back. "This shit is mine! And will be for a long time!" With a wide smile sarah would take the belt in her hands and ignoring the pain in her ribs would raise the belt above her head again, shouting loudly as the crowd shouted back.

"Here is your winner," the ring announcer said through the loud speakers. "And new Friction World Champion. Sarah Gatt!!"




Winner by Pinfall,

Sarah Gatt.