Giulia La Rocca vs Kyo Akamatsu - Grudge In Chains

Generally, Giulia appreciated the fans. She cherished their encouragement and support, and the cheers they usually gave to her, and to her body. It was very much a perk, if not one of the main reasons of why she loved to be a wrestler. Right now however, all that meant very little. She had come out here tonight to give the crowds a dominant show, and she was failing miserably. And no matter how extensive their support, they didn't null the effects of Kyo's devastating, although very clever moves.

For a moment Giulia might have thought that catapulting her off the ring like that would end up costing Kyo with a rough landing, but her expectations were disappointingly unmet as the Samurai landed on the floor as if he had planned the whole thing right from the start.

Which he probably had. That's what irked Giulia the most. She was rarely outsmarted. And she definitely hated becoming outsmarted.

That hate had still no time to surface though. Not before Kyo was pulling her back up again, and pushing her into the ring. Pushing her like she was her plaything. Another thing to hate.

Especially, as right now she was his plaything. Move after move had really bitten into the Italian's endurance, and she had to even admit to herself that her prospects were looking very bleak right now.

Kyo had no intention of changing that. Giulia's rough conditions became exacerbated even more as the Samurai wrapped her arm around her neck with the chain. Her airflow was promptly cut off, and as Kyo stretched her into yet another of his special holds, there was no improvement at all. Not before he slammed her back down to the mat with the Suplex.

...And despite the pain, Giulia should have really thanked him for the Suplex, because had he held her a few more seconds in the previous hold, she might have had to admit a humiliating defeat.

Now all she had to do was to writhe on the mat in pain.

Tonight's contest had indeed been brutal. But to Giulia, she wasn't sure whether it had been more so physically or emotionally. Physically fighting against Kyo tonight had been extremely demanding, frankly she had gotten the hell beat out of her by now, that was for certain. But emotionally, she had been taking one hell of a beating too. Despite all her capabilities, despite all her strength and skills, despite having her own rules, she had solidly been the underdog tonight. She had been all too long at Kyo's mercy.

Unacceptable.

However, the Italian's peril was only made more miserable by the fact that Kyo began pinning her down again, with the referee promptly performing her duties with the count. And frankly, many may have thought that it was all over for Giulia...

"TWO!"

But that would have been unacceptable.

Kicking out at the last second, the Italian managed to keep herself back in the game... But what now?

Gradually, the chants of the crowds began making their way inside Giulia's head. Apparently...they were still supporting her? She knew she was gorgeous, she knew fans loved her... But despite all of Kyo's skills and showy moves, despite of him being the local contestant, they were still chanting for her? Really?

She had to win.

Nothing. There was nothing that could have kept Giulia down now. Not with all the support she was getting, not with how hard so many in the arena were longing to see her come out triumphant in her own game. Her own game, that they had clearly been enjoying watching.

Giulia wished she could have said the same about playing it. She wished she could have proven everyone that her plans had been hugely successful. She wished she could have just squashed Kyo tonight.

That was obviously not going to happen any longer. But she could still win. She could just keep on enduring, keep on fighting, and strike when the Samurai expected it the least. To achieve that, all she had to do was to just not let Kyo keep her down.

Well, that was all too easy to achieve, which turned out to be yet further bad news. Kyo wasn't indeed intent on keeping the Italian down. Instead, he was doing yet another one of those moves that should have been delivered the other way around. The scoop slam was definitely one that the Italian had been planning to use on the Samurai tonight...

But there was nothing preventing Kyo from going full steam ahead on his mission. The enviable body of La Forza Italiana was once again thrown by the Samurai, with her back getting once again slammed to the canvas. And yes, it was effective with stunning her.

But it was still something that was, at least somewhat, OK. Giulia could take that slam. She could take that punishment. But what began happening next was much more alarming... Kyo began obviously setting her up for some hold. And while she regretted at that instant for not studying the guy's finishers properly early on, she could clearly tell that this was not good news. No, this was going to be something she had to get out of. Something that she needed to escape.

Only problem was, that her ankles seemed to be already locked...

Giulia could sense that something decisive, something bad for her was going to happen. She could sense it in the way Kyo was acting, in the calm and collected manner he was setting up his hold on her, and in the way the crowds were reacting. She could still take a hit, take a slam, but a submission hold?

Not necessarily.

That was exactly what was coming though. And not just any submission hold. A deadly submission hold.

Giulia's level of fear increased by the second, as Kyo was setting the hold up little by little. Gradually, the severity of the situation was becoming fully evident to the Italian. And as the Samurai eventually pulled her up facing the ceiling, she knew that this was it. This was something she could no longer handle.

And Kyo knew it. Giulia could hear his words, his orders loud and clear. And she knew she had to obey. It was just a matter of time. Matter of seconds...

Especially as he even let her other wrist free, just to wrench her neck even further...

Goddammit. He let her other wrist free.

Giulia was pretty sure that she knew where Kyo's head was. And she, for some incredible reason, had her other hand free. The one that the chain was attached to...

Sometimes one plus one could equal three. This was one of those cases. If she could manage to drive her fist hard enough into Kyo's face - especially the part where the chain was connected to - maybe she could still find her way out of the seemingly hopeless situation?

Giulia's pain was immense, oh-so-immense, and the girl had absolutely no trouble believing that Kyo most likely used this move as his finisher. And that it was most probably an effective one... She could clearly imagine all the girls who had probably had to succumb to his skills with this move, and it was pretty damn close that she would become the next one to face that fate.

But she still had her other hand free. And everybody, it seemed like everybody was yelling for her to escape. And it wasn't all just in her head either... Enough reasons to give the one last shot by aiming her fist at Kyo's face.

And it worked. Mio Dio, it worked! The Samurai's grip suddenly unravelled, releasing the torturing hold and granting La Forza Italiana one last miracle. Giulia's body dropped down beside his own, and the two combatants seemed to be down for now...

But Giulia realized that this was her million-dollar-opportunity. She had to use this to her advantage! No matter how much she wanted to just lay there and recover, Kyo was now momentarily defenseless. And it could save her...

Still on the mat beside the Samurai, the tiny powerhouse decided to quickly wrap her thighs around Kyo's midsection, unleashing a tormenting squeeze with all her muscles, while twisting and wrapping the chain attached to her wrist one time around the guy's neck, hoping to apply a choking hold as the result.

Maybe not the prettiest thing to do, but this was her only chance... And her own rules.