Cage Match! Taylor Parker Vs. Chigusa Yuuki

Chigusa thought she would be able to transition into another hold seamlessly, but Taylor broke that plan when she suddenly pushed up and broke the hold before Chigusa could even lock it in, sending the idol tumbling back with Taylor rolling on top of her. Her stomach was pressed in tightly against Taylor's back and their sweat mingled. Chigusa was panting a bit from the exertions as well, tired as she was from the multiple submission holds she put Taylor through, and the beating she took at Taylor's hands. Both girls were beaten up and worn out. Chigusa knew she had to capitalize now and win though. She wasn't going to get another chance like what that girl who kicked the cage provided.

"Yahhh!" Chigusa yelled, grabbing Taylor's grasping wrist and pulling it up and away from her head. She then attempted to push her legs up and snap them around Taylor's waist, trying to trap the girl in a tight waistscissor to squeeze the life out of her, while her arms kept Taylor's grasping hand at bay, pulling it up and keeping it stretched out so she couldn't use it.

Taylor struggled with Chigusa and tried to jerk her hand free, but all thoughts of the battle between their hands left her when her legs again squeezed her battered ribs.

"Naaaaah!" She wailed, out of the pain and the despair that came with again being trapped with Chigusa squeezing the life out of her. Her face tightened and her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth gaped open, working for every breath, and then closed again. She didn't want to look like she was hurting, but she couldn't hide it. If she only weren't so weak, she could escape and make Chigusa pay for every second, but her body just wasn't responding to her mind's desperate cries to get up, turn over, roll forward, escape, back up, regain her breath and her composure, find a way to win.

She futilely shoved Chigusa's legs down toward her hips to relieve the pressure on her poor midsection. Even with all her hard, toned abdominal muscle, you could trace your finger down the grooves between each ripple of sleek muscle, she couldn't resist forever. She felt like she was being squeezed to death, like at any moment her insides might burst out of her mouth and she would die.

There was nothing else to do but fight back, though. She couldn't quit, that wasn't an option. All she had to do was climb the cage and win. For the moment, she settled for trying to jerk her upper body to the side and twist around the fling an elbow back at Chigusa's face.

Chigusa heard Taylor's cries of pain and let up a little bit, knowing that the girl couldn't tap out to declare her loss, and that making her submit wasn't going to win her this match. She just needed Taylor under control enough to knock her out. But loosening up wasn't the right move, as Taylor suddenly twisted around and sent an elbow back at Chigusa's head! The sharp bone smashed into Chigusa's cheek, making the idol cry out and fall to the side, releasing Taylor. She quickly rolled away and scrambled up to her feet, one hand holding her cheek as she winced in pain.

"You're really stubborn, you know that?" Chigusa said as she straightened back up and waited for Taylor, taking the chance to recover some of the spent energy on those submissions and to catch her breath. She knew Taylor was hurt now, and that she could finish the girl off if need be.

"Ohmigod..." Taylor breathed when Chigusa finally let her go. She rolled over onto her elbows and knees and gasped air back into her lungs. She tried to get up but found her legs too weak and could only crawl toward the ropes. She used them to pull herself back up and then slumped back against them, looking across the ring at her stupid opponent.

"And you couldn't finish a sandwich." Taylor said hoarsely. She meant to say something else, to taunt Chigusa and piss her off, but nothing came. She closed her mouth grimly. The only thing that would help her at this point would be putting Chigusa down on the mat. Somehow.

She eased herself off the ropes and moved slowly to the middle of the ring. Her head was cleared a little, but her ribs ached with every step. She didn't want to use any energy unless she could make it count.

"You coming?"

Chigusa could tell Taylor was hurt. She should've tried to finish her off, but now she still had a chance. Taylor had gotten a slight break after Chigusa released her but it wouldn't let her recover too much. And Chigusa was already fully recovered as well. It was easier on the girl who had been attacking since she was giving the hurt, not taking it. Plus Taylor's ribs seemed tender. Chigusa wasn't purposefully attacking her there. She wasn't cruel, and she didn't want to hurt Taylor. But it seemed that every time Chigusa attacked she could bring Taylor under control if she hit her there.

Taylor came off the ropes, and Chigusa moved in to fight her. The idol moved quicker than Taylor, stepping forward and meeting Taylor before she got to the center. Chigusa practically ran in before jumping forward, hoping to tackle Taylor down to the mat!

Taylor fixed her eyes on Chigusa and got into a half-crouch, wincing, unable to hide the pain the position caused her, fully aware that Chigusa was about to come after her again. She resolved to stand her ground and fight; trying to get out of the way wouldn't do any good. She might be able to stop her once, but Chigusa was fresh and wouldn't just stop there.

Looking at Chigusa, Taylor couldn't remember anything she'd done to her. Had she hurt her? She hoped so, but it seemed so long ago. The simple fact that Chigusa was standing in front of her ready to go stung, especially when Taylor herself was only just managing to hold on, and probably only causing herself unnecessary grief. She couldn't just stop, though. She'd die before she quit.

Chigusa charged and Taylor reacted. She leaned back as she moved away, expecting another dropkick or a kick of some kind, something Chigusa would do, but she misjudged her. Chigusa's shoulder buried itself in her tortured midsection and she screamed as she fell to the mat with a heavy thud.

"Ah... hah..." She panted. Chigusa seemed hell bent on dismantling her. Bullying her. Maybe she was paying Taylor back for the more physical approach she took earlier in the match. It didn't matter. One hand went to cover her side, and her her head lolled back in pain, her eyes clenched shut, only for a moment. She grabbed for Chigusa's wrist. She didn't want to see what the girl had planned.

The tackle felt good. Chigusa put her strength into the blow, driving her shoulder deep into Taylor's sore midsection, knowing that the girl wouldn't be able to take too many more hits there with her muscles all softened up like this. She sent Taylor crashing down onto the mat, then moved to get on top of her. She could see Taylor was in a lot of pain. One hand was on the girl's bare side, holding the spot Chigusa just hit, while her other grabbed Chigusa's wrist. It was almost amusing to see Taylor still wanting to struggle. Chigusa was tired, worn down, and beaten up. But Taylor was in worse shape. The girl's stubborn spirit was really quite inspiring.

"You're not going to let me win," Chigusa said, panting as well, "So stubborn Taylor. Even when you're hurt like this, you still fight."

Chigusa didn't want to hurt Taylor any more. She wasn't sure her own body could handle much more fighting. So Chigusa decided to try and make a break for it. She took her free hand, trying to grab Taylor's head by her long bangs in front, raising it and smashing the back of her head against the mat once just to stun her, before getting up and making a break for the walls of the ring.

Taylor inhaled sharply when Chigusa yanked her head up by the hair, and then went limp when her head smacked against the mat. She laid spread eagled, staring up at the lights, unblinking. Her hand slowly crept up to her aching head, and then veered off to her ribs instead. A long, low moan escaped her lips like air escaping from a balloon.

By the sound of the crowd alone, Taylor knew Chigusa was going to the cage. She didn't bother to look, she just rolled over onto her hands and knees and without trying to stand up straight she ran on unsteady legs in the direction she figured Chigusa would've gone. She lost her balance and slumped into the ropes a couple of feet to the side of where Chigusa ended up. Being as dazed and beat up as she was was a lot like being drunk, except way less fun.

"You're not fuckin' going anywhere, you cocksucker." She slurred under her breath, looking mostly powerless to stop her from her position on the mat, leaning against the ropes. "Get the fuck down here." Profanity poured out of her freely as if she could cuss Chigusa down from the cage. She hated it. Losing. She didn't think she'd mind losing to Chigusa that much, but in that moment, she did.

"You can't beat me, you cunt. Suck my dick, you carpet-eating mothafucker. Come down here and fight." She rasped, barely comprehensible.

Chigusa was halfway up the side of the cage by the time Taylor reacted and came up to the ropes. She looked down as Taylor called up to her. The girl was hurt pretty bad, slurring her words as if unable to make a sentence, holding onto the ropes so that she didn't fall. She almost felt bad for just leaving Taylor down there. Especially with all those bad feelings that Taylor no doubt felt right now. This was her big return match and she was going to lose it? That must be disheartening.

Chigusa clung onto the side of the cage as she tried to make a decision. She could climb up and out, ending this match. Taylor certainly wasn't going to be able to catch her. She might shake the walls of the cage a bit, make it difficult for Chigusa, but it wasn't going to stop the idol. Alternatively, she could jump back down and fight Taylor. It seemed like the more cruel and insensible thing to do, considering how the girl was hurt, and Chigusa was sore all over as well. But Taylor wanted a fight that determined who really was better. Even though she tried to run several times, this fight wasn't about getting out of the cage. It was about deciding who really was the better fighter.

So Chigusa slowly moved downward, until she was close enough to the ring to hop off the cage and land. "Alright, you convinced me," Chigusa said, "One last go Taylor, don't hold anything back. I'm going to put you out of your misery!"

Taylor scowled, and gave Chigusa the finger. Somehow she wasn't surprised that she'd come back down to beat on her some more. Sure, they were "friends", but Taylor knew damn well what that was worth. She also knew perfectly well how much Chigusa resented her, and how much she'd always wanted to beat Taylor to death. Well, this was her chance.

Taylor stood up, still leaning heavily on the top rope. She tossed a messy pigtail out of her face, though her bangs were still plastered to it with sweat.

"Well?"