Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

Once freed from the crippling leglock, the defeated punkette still found herself at the mercy of Yasha Love's whims and desires. Yet, Shiki couldn't deny a strange sensation of bliss that threatened to wash over her with Yasha Love's hips working adeptly against her own. A sweaty mess, face down on the mat, Shiki found herself absolutely exhausted. Her body positively ached, but with her direct sources of pain vanishing, she found herself easily reveling in the relief that was offered to her. Helpless in the moment, Shiki found it difficult to deny the silly attraction she harbored for the masked temptress. A warmth invaded her tummy and loins, further threatening to send a shudder down her tensing thighs and spine. The vulnerable punkette bit at her bottom lip gently, stubbornly fighting back a moan, and pawing softly at the canvas...

The intimate moment ended almost abruptly to Shiki, though it seemed to be followed by yet another as Yasha Love crawled over and cuddled up to her conquered opponent. Brushing aside Shiki's sweaty hair to reveal her flustered pout, the Demon of Love openly dared to offer Shiki's lips a lustful kiss.

The nerve of this woman, Shiki bristled inwardly. However, the punkette wouldn't resist. She may have even nudged her lips softly into Yasha Love's own. She endured the intimate exchange until Yasha Love eventually broke her spell over the young rockstar--the Demon of Love suddenly pulled away, breaking into celebration.

Well, was this the outcome you had hoped for all along?

The cruel thought lashed at Shiki's exposed pride. Yasha Love had defeated her once again and Shiki found herself laid out on the mat, practically mewing in delight from the woman's despicable antics. The weary punkette found herself burdened with a heavy sense of shame as she rolled gingerly out of the ring, wincing as she stumbled and limped.

That's when she saw her. Gleaming darkly and beautifully under the stadium lights where Yasha Love had cruelly discarded her. Hazel, Shiki's brass knuckles, seemed to almost call out to the forlorn punkette. Her words were like a siren's; enchanting, promising, and full of unspeakable desires. Shiki limped towards the weapon fervently...

Yasha didn't notice Shiki slip out of the ring to hide from the crowd and the shame of the match's outcome. She was still basking in her accolades and running a finger down her sweat soaked cleavage, still playing it up for the crowd as she hopped from corner to corner and made the rounds, acting as if she had just won a title while blowing kisses to the crowd.

once she had circumnavigated the ring, she then turned, hoping she might be able to raise Shiki's spirits with a hand raise and, perhaps, another embrace where she could whisper words of encouragement privately.

Shiki had slipped back into the ring only a few moments before Yasha Love finished her triumphant circuit around the ring. When the Demon of Love turned to naively greet her defeated adversary, the punkette also prepared to greet Yasha Love with something special of her own. Fueled by her consuming rage, Shiki wheeled in ferociously, sending a vicious right hook directly into the side of the contemptible, masked, herione's pretty face. Walking right into a sucker punch was one thing, but the unfortunate Demon of Love found herself receiving the distinct metal kiss of Hazel as the vicious weapon found itself clenched tightly within Shiki's unforgiving fist.

"How DARE you!" The punkette's wrathful battlecry could hardly even be heard over the sudden gasps and cries that resounded across the stadium from Yasha Love's horrified fans.

*BAM*

The metal wrapped fist hit Yasha square in the jaw and the Demon of Love was seeing nothing but stars. her head snapped and spittle flew from her mouth before she dropped onto her knees and then landed unceremoniously with a thud, not even moving.

The boos that showered Shiki filled the arena instantly as the naughty punkette laid out the sexy vinyl clad heroine. Even if all that was good and sexy had triumphed between the echoing bells, it seemed as though all that was evil and sexy would have the last laugh!

With Yasha Love folding like a lawn chair against Shiki's devious, Hazel-enhanced, haymaker, the rockstar found herself nearly toppling right along with her. The punkette stumbled wildly against her own momentum before finally grinding herself to a stop. Shiki found her boiling blood finally beginning to cool with her sudden sense of gratification. How long had she waited for a moment like this? There laid Yasha Love, sprawled perfectly along the mat and utterly helpless. The punkette could hardly contain her menacing grin as she huffed and peered down at the fallen heroine.

Shiki relished the moment unabashedly, finally turning on the Demon of Love's fans and promptly offering the arena's audience a belligerent pair of raised middle fingers. Finishing her brief rebellious display, the punkette's attention returned intently on her fallen prey. Shiki limped slightly, finally coming to where Yasha Love rested. The punkette haughtily stepped over the masked heroine with her feet coming straddle the woman's torso in a cocky and dominant display. Shiki paused to peer down at the foolish woman with a smug and satisfied sneer.

"I warned you didn't I, bitch?"

It was so simple now, all she had to do was reach down and pull that silly mask right from the insufferable woman's face!

Yet, Shiki found herself... hesitating? Why? The punkette felt her frustration begin to well up inside her once more. There was no choice to be made here! Why wouldn't she remove Yasha Love's mask? There was no excuse. The rockstar bent intently, bringing her hand to roughly grasp the Demon of Love's chin but, once again, Shiki visibly stalled in her indecision. The crowd continued to wail in the defense of their precious heroine...

The weary punkette's stubborn grasp would linger in the tantalizing moment. Yet, finally, Shiki found herself slowly and softly releasing the girl's battered face, "Don't think for a moment this over between us. Do you hear me? We're no where near being finished here..."

Shiki spoke the words to herself just as much as she did Yasha Love; trying her best to reaffirm her reasons for not unmasking the woman. Regardless, the punkette stubbornly shoved aside her conflicting thoughts. With her defiant swagger returning once more, she'd turn to storm out of the ring--making her best effort to hide her limp. With a satisfied smirk at her lips, the punkette would exit the arena; though not before offering a few rude gestures to a few unfortunate fans on her way out.

Yasha Love wins via submission!