Clash of the Gladiatrixes, Mika vs Midori

Midori seemed dead.

"One....Two...."

Almost reflexively she seemed to kick out of the pin. The airplane spin was impressive but perhaps since it wasn't finisher caliber, Midori was able to dig into that stubborn reserve of energy and break the pin count.

However she still continued to lie there in a pool of sweat as if out of it.

Feeling Midori kick out, Mika closed her eyes in exasperation. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, at this point exhausted by the beating Midori had put on her and by how much energy she'd had to use so far in this match. Groaning a little, she rolled off of Midori and staggered up to her hands and knees, before grabbing at Midori's head to drag the both of them to their feet.

Once they were both standing, Mika would wrap her arms around Midori's upper body and try to lift the other girl off her feet, gritting her teeth as she applied a bearhug. For a moment, the crowd would hoot and whistle as they two shapely women were pressed close together...before Mika suddenly staggered forward into a run, aiming to ram Midori back-first into the turnbuckle.

Midori would get lifted up and squeezes letting out a holler, her arms also trapped in the hold. It was rare that a muscular woman like ehr could be bearhugged by anyone but Mika was strong enough and Midori herself had been hurt enough that she now a victim of it. Her spine gave a bit of a crackle pop. She tilted her head back and felt even her feet leave the mat.

"Argggghhhh!!!"

Then suddenly she felt the vertigo as she was rushed backwards and crashed into the corner and gave a harsh grunt. If she was let go she would slump in the corner.

Mika felt Midori's body rock as the redhead was slammed into the corner post. Slumping downwards against the other girl, Mika took a few deep breaths, having had to use quite a bit of energy to lift Midori like that. Knowing that she had to keep softening Midori up for her finisher, she used her position to take a step back and surge forward again, spearing Midori in the midsection with her shoulder.

Midori slumped down on her ass sitting in the corner sweating bullets and breathing hard. Midori slowly started to pick her way up to her feet. That is when Mika's shoulder slammed into her abs ramming the air out of her lungs. Midori doubled over and would be ready to drop to the mat clutching her ribs.

Except Mika wasn't about to let Midori simply fall down. Grabbing at her, Mika strained to lift Midori upright, before pushing her up to try to seat her on the turnbuckle. If she managed this, then Mika would start to implement her finisher. Stepping up onto the middle rope against Midori, Mika would raise an arm to the crowd before twisting her body around and snagging Midori in a side headlock. With this done, she would start slamming her fist into Midori's forehead again and again.

"ULTIMA DAYDREAM HEADLOCK!" she shouted. After four or so punches, Mika would then leap off the ropes, pulling Midori down with her for a powerful bulldog to the mat.

The exhausted Midoir would be forced to the top turnbuckle and perch there lookimg dazed and out of it. As she struggled to clear her senses, Mika would be able to rattle her with those punches. She grunted with each one triyng to fight through the pain.

Then Mika executed her flying bulldog and Midori felt herself flying through the void and coming down with an abrupt crash on the mat. Her world seemed to shatter before her and she flopped over on her back, mouth wide open.

As the two of them crashed into the ring, Mika sprawled onto her back, her generous bosom rising and falling as she caught her breath. She knew that that last move had probably done a number on Midori, and she secretly hoped that she hadn't been too rough. Consoling hersef that the tough redhead could take it, Mika rolled over and, wearily, lay across Midori's chest, grabbing one of her legs to hook it back for a pinfall.

She closed one eye, holding her breath a little as the ref began the countdown. "One..."

With Midori having taken that impactful move, and her leg pulled back securely her fate was sealed and she would have no choice but to suffer the pinfall loss. The referee would be able to reach the count of 3 and the bells resounded Mika's pinfall victory over her.

Hearing the bell, Mika breathed a groan of relief as she rolled off of Midori, catching her breath after that rough and gruelling match. By this point, her cheeks were flushed with redness and her body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, though Midori no doubt looked worse for wear. The referee stopped by and lifted her arm up, signifying her as the victor of this match.

Slowly, Mika rolled up to her knees and, with a weary smile, raised her arms victoriously to the crowd, before turning to her downed opponent. "Good match, Midori-san," she said, offering her opponent a hand to pull her upright. "That's one of the best fights I've had in a while."