Unnecessary Force: Moe Fukuoka vs Sora Hyamato

Sora was still bit dizzy but suddenly he heard the ref clapping on the mat and then he heard the girl call out loudly the number 2. He ripped his eyes wide open when he realized what was going on right now. That little scum back tired to pin him right here.

Sora needed to break this up soon. He tried to place his hands under his opponent, before trying to launch her up into the air, like in a bench pressing. If successful he would try to shove her aside breaking the pin up.

If this all played out well for him the big man would slowly turn himself onto his stomach, shaking his head again. The fans would boo him loudly for kicking out that easily, but he didn´t care much about that, instead all he was carrying right now was getting back up…

Moe had tried to be optimistic in trying to finish off Sora quickly. She had covered the man and just reached the count of two before finding herself pushed up above him. Showing off some of his own strength, as well as Moe's lightness, Sora would lift the girl as if he was bench presses. After being lifted, she would be shoved to the side. Moe would land away from him and try to roll up to her feet. Moe attempted to stay on top of him by running him as he was rising and trying to stomp on his back.

"Stay! Down!" She'd declare as she made an attempt to prevent the man from finding his way back into the match!

Sora was just about to push himself up back to his own feet to go on with the match. He though that he would get a short moment to breath and stand up, after getting rid of Moe like that. But that small bug didn´t gave in so easily. Instead she directly came back at him starting to send a rain of kicks and stomps onto him. The bigger man would moan out loudly when the stomps connected and send him back down to the mat.

Maybe he couldn´t get back to his feet in the ring he needed to chance the location. So Sora would start trying to roll over the mat and get out of the ring by rolling through under the bottom rope. Outside of the ropes he would fall from the apron right back onto his feet. The big Japanese man would stumble around a bit before coming over to the barricade. There he would lean against it taking a short moment to breathe.

He would smirk to the inside of the ring at the smaller woman, trying to get into her head.

Moe tried to keep up her assault. She didn't want to give Sora an inch. As off-putting as he was, most anyone could tell he was, at the very least, very strong physically. And that he could pose a threat if he was given the chance to. But he proved to have more than just strength on his side. Hyamoto would roll towards the ropes and then out of the ring to avoid the flurry of stomps. As Sora made his way to safety, he'd smirk at her opponent. Moe would reach for the ropes to try to go after him, but the referee would get in the way and stop her so that she could begin a count!

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

The referee began the count towards a countout and Moe would adhere to her ruling and choose to remain in the ring, waiting for Sora to return.

Sora saw that Moe was stopped from following him and she was now standing inside the ring waiting for him. He was still smiling at her… she was like a cat waiting for food… The big man was listening to the count of the referee. “Three… four….”

He know that he couldn´t stay out here forever. But he just learned the hard way that he shouldn´t take moe so easily… she was someone who know how to deal out a beating… and the boy wasn´t after getting one.

After breathing in and out sora would slowly step closer to the ring again, before he was staying right before the apron. He would look up into the ring to his opponent. Then without trying to waste any time she tried to slide into it on his stomach. The big boy tried to get back to his feet as fast as he could, trying to be ready for his opponent and whatever she had in mind next.
 

Moe didn't like it. She struggled with the idea of letting Sora have a little time to recover and possibly finding a way to get himself back into the match. Still, the green clad wrester would cross her arms and deal with it. She let the referee's count advance. And as it did, Sora would take his time and return to the ring of his own accord. Moe didn't appreciate his smile or cocky demeanor, but she readied herself to engage the man, again. Once he was inside the ring and on his feet, Fukouka would charge at him and attempt to hit him with a Bicycle Kick!

"Hyah!"

SOra was just sliding into the ring, when he was still on his stomach he felt how the ring was vibrating under him. He knew directly that Moe was coming at him. So while the man was jumping back to his feet he was looking forward to her and saw her running towards him.

The Japanese man was ripping his eyes wide open, but this time he was ready for her. The moment she was jumping into the air, trying to kick him, sora would try to bow down and step to the side, hoping to avoid the kick. If successful he would stumble a moment but would jump forward directly. HE would try to get to moe before she was able to get back up to her feet. The big man would try to warp his arms around her waist from behind, before pulling her back up to her feet. He would smirk for a moment then he would try to let himself fall backwards hopping being able to send the smaller woman flying through the ring with a German suplex. Sora would shake his head after this action before going up to his feet. That should slow her down a bit.

Moe's facial expression would change to one of surprise as she witnessed Sora dodge her kick just in the nick of time. The girl stumbled a bit. She ended up needing to grab hold of the ropes to find her footing. By the time she had recovered from missing the kick, Sora had already snuck up behind her! The man wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and sent her flying with a German Suplex!

"Aaahh!" Moe cried as she was easily thrown by the much larger wrestler. She landed on her back and rolled once or twice from the impact of landing Moe would roll to her stomach and place a hand on her back before trying to make her way to her feet.

Sora was already on his way back up to his feet. The table had turned to his favor now… and that was pretty good for him. Finally he would get a chance to hurt her as well. Sora would turn around slowly looking over to her with a smirk on his face. He would step a bit backwards bringing more separation between the two wrestlers… He saw that the woman was already making her way back up to her feet. Sora needed to stop her from doing so. But for the moment he would let her keep thinking he could make if back up…


As soon as Moe was back to her knees Sora would start to run towards her, he tried to speed up as much as he could. He tried to get to the highest possible speed he could on this short distance, when he was close enough to the small girl, sora would launch himself up into the air, trying to fly feet first towards Moe. He tried to hit her with a missile dropkick, aiming to hit his boots right against her chest, hopping to deal out some punishment as well now. After he hit her with his move he would start to roll backwards away from her to get onto his knees. The fans were starting to boo him for treating Moe so badly.
 

As Sora smiled and prepared to make his move, the crowd would begin to boo. The man charged quickly at the young rookie. He attempted a short range Missile Dropkick! The move connected, just as Moe had made it up to her knees. The force of the Dropkick sent her backwards and under the bottom rope! She fell outside of the ring and clutched her chest in pain!

"Augh!" She groaned as she fell to the outside of the ring. She remained floored for a few moments while still holding her chest. Fukouka stayed there long enough for the referee to begin to count. She intended to try to recover a bit. And time spent outside the ring was time spent away from this man she was growing to dislike more and more.

"ONE....! TWO....!"