Scarlet Farley vs. Kozue Kaburagi - Kunais and Cutlasses

Kozue hadn’t been hoping for much when she kicked her legs out. Not really. It was a weak move. Slow. Even if it struck, the best it would do was make Scarlet stagger back and maybe give her a shot at rolling out of the ring to safety. As much as she hated running, she hated getting her ass drilled in the corner even more.

As it turned out, her last ditch attempt didn’t just not help, but made her situation actively worse. A fact she clued in on the moment that Scarlet snagged her ankles. ”Goddamn it.”

She held on tight as Scarlet yanked her back, but that didn’t help her much, as her foe yanked her back hard and tugged her straight off. She came down on her back with an ugly crash, which would’ve been bad enough by itself. But, of course, the busty buccaneer had ways of making it even uglier.

Kozue shried as she was flung into the air with insane ease, only to be hammered into the ground a moment later. A moment after that she was flung up again, swung so hard that her hair came loose from its bindings and flew all over. When she finally came to a rest this time, she laid on the floor with her arms and legs splayed about, and her hair spread out beneath.

She wasn’t done, though. Not yet. If she could just sit up, grab something get back into the fight…

Scarlet put that thought to rest when she took a hard sit on Kozue’s waist, pinning her hard under her weight. She might have wanted to fight back, wanted to escape, but her body was having none of it. She couldn’t do much more than talk and glare Scarlet’s way, as her chin was gently held. So, that she did.

”I am going to kick your ass, one day.” She huffed, breathing as best she could with Scarlet’s weight on her. ”Don’t know how. Don’t know when. But it’s gonna fucking happen. You hear me? I’ll beat you down, you’ll kiss my ass, and then I’ll knock you right the fuck out.”

She wasn’t in the best position to be threatening right now, and she knew it. But Kozue didn’t care. She meant every word. Spoke them like it was a prophecy.

"Hmm? Is that so?" The Captain didn't seem content to wait for Kozue's whole speech. Instead she lowered herself down, nestling Kozue's face between her breasts to muffle her rants. This alone did not a good smother make however.

Her arms wrapped themselves around the woman's arms and head, hugging them closely together, arms tucked tight against her body to compress her chest from the side to work on tandem with the rest.

She wanted to deny this woman a warriors end. It could be seen as admirable to go down swinging and lose to a KO or be unable to kick out of a big finish, this was something else completely. She was willing to put her collection down to guess that this was a far more damaging way to end this girl based solely on her attitude.

For what it was worth she intended to enjoy herself atop the woman, taking in the labored rise and fall of her chest. The struggle beneath her perhaps. Scarlet sighted softly as she heaved her chest down on her victim, forcing her bosom down onto the woman.

When Scarlet plopped herself down on Kozue’s waist - God, she was heavier than she looked - she assumed that pirate was just going to bash her face into unconscious. That seemed to be her MO for fighting in general, really - brutal, relentless blunt force trauma, with an unmistakable penchant for knockouts. She didn’t seem to have much taste for submission moves or getting too sexy, which was one of the things Kozue oddly admired.

But, as it turned out, she was kind of wrong about that assumption. Scarlet had a much more intimatre ending in mind than she ever would’ve guessed.

Her face was brought into the superior chest and held tight, covering her world in complete darkness. She struggled, fought, twisted about, but there was no air or light to be found. Just endless curves, pleasant, inviting, and so deadly. A perfect seal.

On paper, this shouldn’t have been so bad. Just six months ago, Kozue had her most celebrated match to date, a match where she and her opponent had to trade facesits to win, so why would this be a big deal? The context. That match had been a steamy, competitive thing with a girl she was crushing hard on. This? This was just humiliation. A way to take all the fizzle out of her debut and leave her with a dub. A plain, simple slap in the face.

And it was working, too. The more Kozue struggled, the weaker her struggles got, losing more and more steam with each second, winding down more and more, until…

The match has slowed to a grinding crawl as everyone looked on. The match had been an uphill battle for the American Ninja, but there had been shining moments that gave her fans hope. Everyone loves the underdog, if the different in size and weight hasn't been enough, the smaller woman's gusto had only fanned the flames the audience held for her. This was the slow and agonizing death to the dream.

As calls for Kozue to break free or keep fighting slowly faded altogether There was almost a somber note to it all as this giantess had just laid herself down over Kozue, and like that they saw the struggle die. Assassinated in the middle of the ring.

Scarlet hadn't minded, having her fill of fun to snuff out the fire in her belly. The kicking and squirming were an additional pleasure she held on to almost as tightly as she had to Kozue. Once she was sure the fight had truly been put to death, when the woman beneath her had gone limp, only just clinging to the faintest strand of consciousness did she finally pull herself away.

She sat herself up on Kozue's abdomen, grinning down at the girl wickedly. "Ye fought admirably... But in the end ye failed. What good does heart do ye now?" Scarlet covered the entirety of Kozue's face with her palm, using her to push herself up partway to her feet. Once she had begun to rise enough, she pulled the small woman with her, gripped by the head.

The capacity in which Kozue may have been able to stand didn't matter for much, as she was briefly propped up, held upright as Scarlet dipped to drape the girl across her shoulders. The Captain paraded her across the ring, giving each side a bit of love so anyone in attendance got a good shot of this. Once the rounds had been made, she walked to center ring.

With a forceful shove of Kozue's thighs, she popped the woman vertical. Scarlet threw her weight sideways to the canvas, bringing Kozue's head and neck careening into the mat from the combined force of The Captain's pull and gravity. Gasps and cries rang out amidst a sea of cheers from the crowd.

Scarlet gave Kozue's body a shove, rolling her onto her back. She didn't even give the girl the honorable end of a full cover it a hooked leg. Her body held up over the girl by an extended arm only loomed. She leaned in lazily, raking her forearm across Kozue's face to pin her head to the mat while presenting no other contact.

The referee came sliding up beside the two, head lowered to watch Kozue's shoulders closely as they slapped the mat.

"...One!"

As much as this sucked, Kozue couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t the worst way to go. It was soft. Pleasant. Kind of hot, she wouldn’t lie. This would be something she would never live down if she lived a thousand years, but if she had to go out, at least it was a peaceful end. Maybe it was just the oxygen deprivation talking, but she was ready to take this for what it was.

Just as she was getting to accept that, though, right as she had come to terms with it, that was when her foe decided to get a little tricky with things. She gave Kozue the last thing she’d been expecting: air.

”What?” Kozue asked between ragged gasps, as she plopped to her back and sucked in lungfuls. This wasn’t an act of mercy, Scarlet didn’t seem to have much understanding of that concept. Anyone who doubted that could look at the blood on her bare breast, fresh from Kozue’s bleeding nose, or see the slasher smile on her face.

No, there was only more pain coming, and that suspicious was confirmed when Scarlet yanked her off the ground. Kozue put weak feet to the floor, trying to take off weight to her neck, but that was about all she had the energy for, and it barely mattered. Scarlet pulled up into a familiar position, held her on shoulders, and it was all too clear what was coming next. She didn’t milk the torture rack this time, but that was only a small condolence, one that Kozue wouldn’t even remember.

Deja vu reigned, as she was sent flying off, up, over, and down, straight on her head, sending her off to sleep once more.

”2…!”

The referee was only counting to three, but she could’ve counted to a hundred. Kozue laid still, unmoving and silent, as Scarlet came in for the pin. There was no stopping this, and the final count happened without so much as a twitch.

”3…!”

Done. 2-0.

Scarlet waited out the three count, it was obvious things were over. Her only hope was she hadn't given Kozue a concussion. Not because she cared about her health, but she didn't want to have Rosemary breathing down her neck for putting this woman back in the hospital supposedly for the second time. Once the final count had come, she pushed herself up, propping her boot on Kozue in triumph. "Let it be known any who challenge The Dread Pirate Captain Scarlet Farley will meet a similiar fate to this sorry lass!" She clapped her hands to her hips, head held proud as she let forth another one of her trademark guffaws. The crowd was cheering and chanting her name, drowning out the chorus of boos from true supporters of Kozue.

The audience was a fickle crowd, so easily swayed by the show of brute force here tonight. It had always been like this. No matter how she had presented herself throughout the years. Even if she made sue of dirty tactics, it didn't matter. She was more of a spectacle than a person in the eyes of the fans. Her dominating power and ability to throw around her foes were part of it, but the gimmick was the linchpin that held it all together. She hadn't even been at her best tonight, the price of being unprepared for a bout. She lifted her weight up, using Kozue was a stepping stool to cross over top of her to retrieve her hat from the ring post.

Not wanting to waste any more of the people's time, she moved for the ropes, kicking one leg than the other over top of them. She whistled back to the referee girl who was examining Kozue, tipping the brim of her hat to the skittish girl. "Until we meet again, my thanks for heralding me victory. There will be many more to come." With a roguish smirk and a wink she hopped down from the ring, hanging along the edge of the ramp as she made her way backstage, giving a few high fives along the way to freshly converted fans.