Hayasui Koridae Vs Rachel Carin- Hardcore POW Debut!

Maybe it was her surprise at the sudden reversal, but that last punch seemed to leave Rachel more dazed than usual, as she lie against the turnbuckle, panting. So it wasn't much of a surprise when she didn't really see Hayasui's approach, let alone do anything to stop it. As punch after punch landed in her soft, sensitive belly, she sagged a bit more into the corner, and her grip on the chair loosened, until it went tumbling to the mat yet again. Just as she was about to re-compose herself, straitening her posture a bit as Hayasui took a step back, another punch collided with her head, and Rachel's whole world spun in pain. Her legs slid out until she was just kept relatively standing by her armpits, hanging limply over the top ropes, the rest of her body sore and sweating.

Hayasui frowned for a moment, noting that Rachel's positioning was less than optimal for her to repay Rachel for the low blow with interest, but decided that she could always work with what she had. With this in mind, Hayasui untangled Rachel's arms from the ropes and pulled her up to her feet before trying to get a secure hold on Rachel's arm and hip, lower her own center of gravity just beneath Rachel's, intending to go for a shoulder throw to lay her opponent out.

As Rachel hung limply on the turnbuckle, the feeling of Hayasui's soft hands setting her up were a pretty welcome change from the clobbering she had just been through. Whether she was aware of herself or delirious from the blow to the head, as Hayasui placed one hand on her arm and the other on her hip, she couldn't help but cough-chuckle. "Shall we dance?" she mumbled inaudibly before her back slammed into the canvas, the impact knocking the wind out of her again as she coughed and writhed on the mat.

Hayasui frowned at Rachel's apparent levity. She wasn't sure if the girl punch-drunk or not, but a match was not the place to be getting all giggly.

Deciding that she might as well wake her opponent up a bit before she repaid her, Hayasui quickly tried to spin Rachel around on the ground and grab one of her legs. If she managed this, Hayasui would employ another hold that she'd researched on, stepping one leg between Rachel's before spinning in place with the captured leg, bending it at the knee. Hayasui then picked up Rachel's other leg, tucking it under the bent leg at the knee, holding it out straight as Hayasui stepped in front of the bent leg's foot before falling back, intending to lock in the Figure Four to soften Rachel's legs up a bit.

Despite her little personal joke there, Rachel was not having a lot of fun. As Hayasui played around with her legs, the room seemed to spin around her, slowly correcting itself as she gained awareness of what was going on. Which was, of course, right when she realized what she was set up for, and the world of hurt she was about to be in.

As Hayasui pulled back, Rachel felt like every tendon she had below the belt was about to split into a million pieces. One hand clasped her forehead, running through her hair, while the other hand clawed at the mat for something to get her out of this torture. This was actually the first time she had been in a figure four, but it hurt worse than it looked, and it really looked like it hurt. As the strain increased, she moaned loudly, stress-induced sweat seeping out of her pores.

Hayasui allowed a small smirk to make itself known as Rachel began moaning and writhing about, one hand on her head and the other clawing about for anything that might be able to help her get out.

Wait, the book did mention that I could make this worse, didn't it...

With a moment's consideration, Hayasui leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips up, intending to intensify the pressure on Rachel's legs just that much more.

JESUS! The pain coursing through Rachel's legs was too intense to even articulate, as her moans grew to screams she lost all ability to form words, coherent thoughts, even. Both hands were digging into her scalp now, as she tried to make herself somewhere else, anywhere but here. The only time she opened her eyes was to double check that the moisture on her legs was just sweat, and not blood and muscle spilling out into the open, like how it felt.

Hayasui kept her hips up for a few moment more, listening as Rachel's screams echoed throughout the arena before being swallowed up by the cheering crowds, before deciding to sit back down and give her arms a rest. Sure, she could've kept the hold on for longer, but just sitting there like that would've been boring, to say the least. With that in mind, Hayasui thrust her hips up one last time before releasing the hold, hoping that Rachel's legs would be damaged enough to keep her from trying to kick out.

Now with thoughts of repayment in mind, Hayasui would attempt to grab one of Rachel's legs and drag her back to the turnbuckle. From there, she'd try to slide out of the ring without taking Rachel with her. If she managed this, Hayasui would pull Rachel closer, grabbing other leg with the intent to ram her opponent's crotch right into ring post.

As Hayasui held the hold on Rachel's legs, it started to feel like she would tear them clean out. As Hayasui made her last thrust, Rachel could have sworn that would be it, but fortunately they stayed in their sockets. Well, at least it looked that way, though any and all signals that her brain was sending to them did not seem to get received, and her best efforts to move them were not turning up with anything. Luckily, when Hayasui grasped on to her calf, she could feel it just fine, even if the mere grasp stung, so everything was probably working a-ok.

As Rachel's thoughts were tied up in making sure her legs worked, she hardly noticed where she was being dragged to, or why, until she was straddling the corner with a hand around each ankle. By the time her brain had processed what was about to happen, all she could get out was a high-pitched squeal before her crotch slammed hard into the turnbuckle, sending shockwave of pain all the way up her body, and a shriek out of her mouth.

As Rachel scream, Hayasui pulled back harder still. It wasn't too long, however, until she found herself unable to exert much more force. Then she took another look at the ring post and an idea struck her. Tucking Rachel's legs fully under her arms to get a better grip, Hayasui lied down and planted her feet on the ring post, intending to push against the ring post hard to provide the interest to go with her initial payment.

"Not so fun when you're on the receiving end, is it?!" Hayasui shouted.