Phoebe Vermillion vs Akane Saito

Sweat streamed down her skin, Phoebe raising her arm over her eyes to hide her shame. For the spectators that observed the two, it was an utterly astounding mess of a fight, that began with an emotional dispute over morals in the ring, and was soon to seemingly end with the crybaby herself getting downright screwed and dominated by her opponent, who she was unaware had a past in the erotic parts of their field. Albeit, not much of a successful one, she still had more than enough experience to easily pull the rug beneath the innocent blonde, and ultimately—in the heat of everything, squirted out a load of cum on Akane's stomach and crotch. Phoebe knew she couldn't hold it back any longer, and that she wouldn't lose the match if she let it out. However, in exchange, her opponent had taken her virginity and her humility. Now, the entire industry got to watch on as Phoebe soiled herself on live television. Her lips quivered, and she whimpered a bit, as if she were crying in her arm, but it was difficult to tell from the camera angles; only the perpetrator herself would know. She felt completely worn out and defeated, but that was when a loud racket could be heard to their left; it was her friends. Seems like they realized that there were no disqualifications as they began to throw food at the ring—that included Yona. Phoebe had gradually swayed her head in their direction, and took a few seconds to analyze the situation. That's when Yona climbed over the barricades and walked over to the commentator's table. She snatched a microphone from one of the men, and shocked the reporters and fans that kept up with the far dramatic side of AFW wrestler's personal lives. Especially since, Yona, was indeed a single woman, and everyone knew it.
"Hey! you fucking homewrecker! Get the fuck off my girl, or I'll step in there and kick your ass myself!" Yona had her iconic, devilish grin as she said such bold statements. Raven would have surely kicked her ass later for claiming another girl as her own, but she was gone from her life now, and she had to move on. She didn't have the luxury of care for her former lover; long as she made things right with Phoebe in the only way she knew how, "You're lucky I don't, 'cuz I trust her to kick your ass! Right, Phoe-babe?!"
Behind her, Iris and Hazel cringed in embarrassment. Normally they would approve of her wild actions, joining in with her, which they did, in fact, approve of, but the realization that Yona had this weird love triangle with Raven and Phoebe was awkward for everyone in this situation, except for the two of them, apparently. Especially as it sparked something in the blonde wrestler.
It surely wasn't a good look for her, but channeling her anger from her internal locker room meltdown, she was filled with enough reason to break through her timid persona. The angered wrestler tried to stomp on Akane's chest, hoping to push her back and run to the referee for a new top. At the very least, a piece of cloth to cover her nipples and soaked trunks.
If her offense was successful, Phoebe would be back on track to kicking her opponent's ass, especially now that she's been wronged by her. It was a nice loophole in her philosophy that she had never thought about before: revenge. It was something that resided within the deep recesses of her heart, but she had never let it out until now. It was now or never; and we'd truly see what she was made of.

Akane slowed when she finally felt the release from the blond, trying to ease her through it as she buckled against her. When it was done she leaned back, about to ask the girl something only to hear a soft sad sound that made her pause, blinking. Was she crying?  The pink-haired girl’s brow furrowed in confusion after having be so careful to be not only gentle but considerate even in the heat of competition.

“Huh?” She sat up onto her knees as a voice shouted out over the speakers, eyeing the crowd until her gaze settled on Yona. She had absolutely no idea who the woman yelling at her was and it showed on her face. Generally, her matches weren’t this strange. She looked back to the blond. “Do you know th-ugh!” The pink-haired girl took the hard boot to the abdomen, falling on her butt. She clutched her stomach, wincing as she watched the blond scrambler off to the referee.

She pushed herself up and watched from afar as Phoebe searched for replacement attire, leaving her in the middle of the ring baffled. It seemed their brief and intimate exchange hadn’t expended the other girl’s stamina at all as she seemed more motivated now than she had been all match. “I really… don’t know what is happening anymore.”

The referee handed Phoebe his shirt and pants; Akane unfortunate to have triggered a beast in Phoebe—one who didn't thank the man. Instead, she bolted across the ring. She had her moment of humiliation, almost like an initiation for the horseman at this point, but now, she was going to pay her opponent back. The blonde wrestler had left all her kindness with the virginity she lost, vaulting over to Akane and sending a "Trouble In Paradise" kick in her direction. It came fast, more than her teammates expected; the girls, alongside the audience, gasping in anticipation.

Akane stood by, watching as the referee stripped down and Phoebe donned articles of the official's clothing. She reached up to rub the back of her neck, wincing at the wet feeling. She examined her fingers remembering why that was before wiping them off on the top of one of her high boots. She was left standing about with the awkward pause in the middle of their match until the blond had turned her way again.

The look Phoebe gave her made her lean away instinctively as if that alone was radioactive. When the blond came charging, Akane held up her hands. “Are you- Whoa!” She let out a cry as the other woman flew at her with a spinning kick. The pink-haired girl dropped to her hands and knees, narrowing and avoiding the blow as it whooshed past her head, fluttering her hair. She quickly scrambled along the canvas on all fours, retreating from the enraged blond.

Missing her shot only looked to enrage the blonde superstar, Phoebe's body hitting the ropes, and being jolted back to the canvas. Luckily, she caught herself, landing on her feet, but it gave her opponent a second to retaliate. However, she already knew what she had wanted to do. If allowed by fate to continue her terrorizing of her opponent, the sweetheart would seek to snatch Akane in a "codebreaker" as she stood back up. She had never felt this focused before, but now that she had found her stride, she wasn't willing to let it go. By then, it was clear that Yona's training hadn't gone to waste, most of her strength hidden behind layers of kindness. However, now, Phoebe had every reason to claim victory indefinitely.
In her mind, she ran through everything that angered her in her past, and in her present. She never had a good relationship with her mother after her father passed away, but the way she treated her, only lit a flame in her that wanted to escape her fate as a worthless princess that got everything she wanted. The day she disowned herself was the very day she promised herself to work for everything, even if she had to be poor and have her looks soiled in the ring. The faint, black eye she had was just another burden she had to carry, and a reminder of her promise, when she stepped into the ring tonight. She looked like a mess, bags underneath her eyes, and a broken lower lip; her hair messy with sweat trickling down her body, but it was what she signed up for when she decided to wrestle. This was who she was now, and she wouldn't let herself sink over her unrequited love—or, now, strange romantic relationship with a taken woman.

Akane scampered as fast as her arms and legs allowed, which did not amount to much as she shuffled from one end of the ring to the other. As she neared the ropes, the young wrestler pushed her palms off the ground to spring up to her feet and take the last few steps in a stumbling rise. Her body betrayed her, her sore back and abdomen slowing her down with a painful reminder when she moved too fast. She could hear Phoebe coming, her footfalls right behind her. She felt a pang of something deep inside her that made her look back… which was a mistake.

Their eyes locked, Akane’s own were awash with confusion and fear at the strange and sudden change in her opponent. The woman she saw was unrecognizable from the person she had stepped into the ring with. The girl she had tried to coach through her panic attack. The girl who she thought she was sharing something fun with. She froze up like a deer in headlights, opening her mouth to say something but she didn't get the chance. Phoebe lunged at her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward into two awaiting knees. When they hit the ground, Akane’s head bounced off Phoebe's legs with such force it flipped her backward onto her head and shoulders, legs suspended in the air before they flopped limply to the ground.

Phoebe had no control over her strength anymore, the blonde tried to pounce on Akane's stomach, with an impact hard enough to blow all the wind out of her, and immediately went off on Akane, attempting to throw punch after punch to her opponent's face. She had never felt such adrenaline before, and it was taking every ounce of sanity out of her for an entire minute and a half. If she was, indeed, kicking her ass, the referee would surely have to step in and put a stop to it; her violence beginning to genuinely become physically destructive.

Akane started up at the arena lights, squinting at just how blinding they were. The noise of the crowd was muffled and seemed far off, hard to hear over the faint ringing in her ears. She felt something heavy hit her, the weight of Phoebe crashing down over the top of her was jarring and caused her limp limbs to bounce before falling to the mat. Her eyes drifted towards the blood straddling her.

The first punch snapped her head to one side, the next battered it to the other. Her arms shook as they started to rise but couldn’t muster the strength to bring them up to shield herself. Another and another and another… the blows continued to come and the rookie had long since gone silent and still on the mat, only thrashing when struck. The referee would slide in once it was apparent Akane was unable to protect herself and seemingly knocked unconscious. They pushed their way between the two women to separate them to keep any more damage from being done.

By then, Phoebe had realized what she had done—faced with her defeated, bloodied opponent. Most people considered it a win for her, but she stared down at Akane with dread in her eyes. Her breathing grew heavy, and her heart was racing. She barely even had time to notice that her friends were running over to her to hug her and celebrate her victory. This wasn't her; she wasn't like them. The blonde heroine derived no pleasure from hurting her opponents, but she truly had caused some terrible damage. Iris and Hazel shook her back and forth, Phoebe hyper-focused on every little grim detail of the corpse in front of her. In an act of defiance, she shoved the two girls to the side, and fell to the canvas. She didn't have much balance left in her feet, her vagina still weak from her sexual destruction, but she crawled over to Akane's body. Phoebe used the referee's shirt to clean the blood off of her face, and cradle her gently.
In her mind, she wanted to continue the match, so badly, feeling as if she had wronged her opponent, and robbed her of a potential victory. However, she knew it was too late; no one came to see the winner pity the loser in a rematch. The world grew a bit more muffled, Phoebe's heartbeat drowning out all else. The blonde sweetheart tapped Akane on the left cheek, trying to wake her up, but only time would tell if she'd wake up in time to recover. Maybe she'd just have to live with this feeling, or perhaps, she could still give the two a fair fight—Phoebe unable to comprehend that she had won all on her own, like that. It was unimaginable to her, despite having won a few matches beforehand. Though, those victories were primarily decided on pure skill, but this time, she had completely overpowered the woman in her arms.
"I'm really sorry—please get back up. You can still win this, just get up.. quick.." Phoebe quietly whined into her ear, trying to motivate her to, at the very least, tell the referee that she still had some strength in her to fight back.

A striped shirt dapped at her face, trying to wipe away the speckled dots of red and trickle of lifeblood from her nose and lip. Each attempt found her features smeared only that much more with a red in wider splotches than they first appeared. Many bells had rang this match that could not be unrung and the silent rookie had no words as she lay limp in the hands of the woman who battered her. The referee would shove the two apart, rougher now as arena security and the medical team rushed to the ring.

Medical gloves came on with the snapping sound of latex and a stretcher was brought ringside. Bodies surrounded Akane where she lay, security to shield her from further tampering and specialists to examine her condition. They were quick and efficient, this sort of thing wasn’t as uncommon as one might think in AFW. Before too long several people were lifting her from the ring to carefully loud her onto the ringside stretcher, intending to wheel her into the back for a more extensive examination.