"Lucky" Sakura Vs Miranda Blair- Can luck be applied to Logic?

Sakura sailed away from Miranda like she was a birdie being struck with a tennis racket. She appeared weightless all the way up until she SLAMMED into the rings floor. The corner closest to Sakura rocked around a bit, the new vibrations causing it to shake as if the ring itself was concerned for the young woman’s safety. Whether she knew it or not, Sakura had a large number of fans in the audience, with some being rather devote. Some of the cruelties that where hurled in Miranda’s direction were sick, and probably took it a step too far. The machine-like woman took it all with out blinking an eye of course, but the entire atmosphere of the arena had been soured by her own special brand of freakish cruelty.

After using a palm strike that was similar to the force of a blasting piston, Miranda’s arm retracted to her side. Sakura was hardly a threat at the moment…if she was truly a threat at all. The subject was trying to put up a valiant effort, soldiering on in a useless battle as each of her strategies failed or fell apart. Admittedly, Miranda had fallen for a few of her plans, but while the scientist now had a few spots of dull aching pain in her abs and ankle, she was certain she could carry on with this fight. Her opponent did not appear to have such a luxury.

Sakura stewed and squirmed. Miranda approached. The scientist hand came to life once again, Miranda cracking her fingers individually as she came closer and closer. Like the ticking of a clock, Sakura’s bell had appeared to be rung.

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If Miranda’s subject remained in a comatose state, Miranda would approach silently. Upon reaching her subject, the scientist would reach down and snag Sakura’s ankle. The scientist’s gloves and alien material to her beautifully pale skin. With a tug, the scientist dragged her subject over towards the center of the ring before entwining her legs with Sakura’s. The cheerleader’s flexibility had proven to be an issue, but it was something Miranda was soon going to try and test.

Once the preparations where made, Miranda fell back to the floor, her legs tangling Sakura’s in a figure four leg lock. Gradually, Miranda began to apply more and more pressure to her foe’s limbs. It was a wonder how long it might be before Sakura’s bones began to grind against each other ad inflame the joints to a point of unbearable suffering.

Lucky was just trying to get air into her lungs, to try and recover after like... only two hits! Ugh.... This was soooooo saaaad.... She felt like a chew-toy in the mouth of a dog, being tossed this way and that at the leisure of the animal! Uuuuuuugh.... It wasn't faiiiiiiiir.... Why do they pair her up with people like this? She can't win against people like thiiis... Whyyyyy....

In her disoriented state, Miranda had alllllllll the time in the world to figure out what she wanted to do with Lucky... and she wouldn't even need a moment! Entangling her legs up with the cheerleader's in JUST the right way, Sakura would be helpless as she was DRUG right back into the center of the ring, the other woman's hands running up her legs in such a way that sent SHIVERS up Lucky's spine! A dark red blush flashed across the bridge of her nose as she looked down at the woman who now controlled her, the cheerleader not at ALL enjoying this... uh... softer attention she was getting! She... she was really wanting to just tap-out right now... Just to end it and get it over with real quick... Even if it meant losing this match Sakura would do anything just to get away....

Before she could, however, Miranda had her legs already winded up in hers, Lucky's EYES shooting wide as she saw... she was being tangled up in a figure-4 hold!

"AAAAAH!" She cried, tears instantly beginning to bubble up under her emerald irises, Miranda emotionlessly crushing her legs and straining their tendons in her grip! Sakura's hands slapped against the canvas in pain, cold sweat running down that "beautifully pale skin" in attempt to quell the burning AGONY! She squirmed and thrashed, making desperate move after desperate move to try and free herself... but she was FAR from able...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOPSTOPSTOOOOOOOP! ITHURTSITHUUUUUUUURRRRRTS!"

Sakura’s legs gave very little resistance in the hold. If Miranda had to compare the situation to something, it was similar to trying to pulling at a hose that was stuck around something. Every tug on the limp was similar, as it had a certain amount of give, but there was a very clear breaking point that would be difficult to pass. Miranda was careful not to push her subject too far. The last thing she wanted was to break Sakura’s legs right in the middle of the ring. There would be no gain to be had, and all that would follow would be a load of trouble and possibly some investigations.

Still, this girl was proving to be tricky, but insufficient of the required means to complete her goal. There was little chance of Sakura winning, to the point Miranda stopped bothering to calculate the diminishing percentage once it went below eight percent. Why Sakura hadn’t tapped out or just plain passed out was anyone’s guess really. Miranda didn’t bother thinking about it too hard, writing her opponent off as an odd variable that was simple to correct. Even as Sakura screamed and thrashed, Miranda kept up the pressure. The chemist was like a living lock, only constraining the Cheerleader further and further as time went on. Every time Miranda thought permanent damage would be done, she stopped, and gave the cheerleader the smallest hint of leeway…but then she would go right back to it, applying the same pressure as before.

No mercy would be shed for young Sakura. That time had passed. Each passing moment, Miranda tugged, pulled, and twisted the young woman’s legs…and just when it seemed as if she was about to do something drastic…Miranda let her go completely.

The scientist untangled her limbs from Sakura’s, letting the weeping woman rest on the floor for a few moments as she stood tall and began to sooth out her clothes. Miranda’s eyes seemed engrossed in making sure every detail of her outfit was on point, letting her subject rest as she did so.

The entire experience just now had reminded Miranda back when she was younger, and her family was still living under one household. Her older sister was into these strange contact sports…and it was from her that Miranda even learned what a [i]Figure four leg lock[/b] even was…Her sister had put her through one once, at Miranda’s request. She never understood how it could hurt so much, but her mind swiftly changed as soon as her sister got to work. It wasn’t nearly as intense as the one Miranda had dealt, but the chemist recalled weeping like a newborn…Her sister had seemed caring back then.

But both times and people change.

As soon as Miranda finished with her clothes, her eyes would lull over towards Sakura, who looked as though she had just gone through a new found hell. She seemed far from the energetic heartthrob she looked to be at the start of the fight…closer to a weeping puddle wrapped in wet rags.

Miranda didn’t want to have to continue harming Sakura. Perhaps it was the annoying way the cheerleader looked that tugged on the tightly knotted strings inside Miranda, or the simple desire to continue on with her work, Miranda couldn’t tell which. Either way, Miranda decided moving on to the arms was unnecessary. She simply placed her foot down onto the young girls’ bountiful breasts, and let the referee begin to count.

“1!”

"AAAAUUUUGH! STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOOOOPIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Sakura practically begged as her legs were WRUNG OUT by Miranda the poor cheerleader barely able to cling onto the concept of reality through the mind-reddening pain! She felt as if her legs were in one of those car-crusher things or those medieval torture-racks, the poor cheerleader being so twisted and turned and squeezed to the point that she was already half-delirious! Maybe that was the reason why she didn't just tap out or pass-out already! She was border-lining a world where there was nothingness... and a world where there was nothing but lucidity and agony!

...She just didn't have the capacity to comprehend the nature of a tap-out! It was like a computer being overrun with viruses: It simply couldn't perform basic functions anymore! All she could do was scream and beg and cry for help and release...

...And she got what she wished!

Sakura lay limp on the floor as Miranda undid her hold, the cheerleader's eyes pouring with tears as she took in shaky breath after shaky breath! Her legs twitched every so often, Lucky's face contorting into a shaky, near-bawling expression every time her limbs bothered to shift even a minute distance! Sweat practically coated her body as if that would help stop the searing, burning agony that washed over EVERYTHING below the woman's pelvic area, Sakura no longer in any condition to put up any semblance of a fight...

So, when Miranda placed her dirty, gritty boot onto Lucky's cheerful, golden-topped chest, she didn't (or rather couldn't) do much to stop her!

TWO!

THREE-

"NUUUUH!" She gasped, hand AND back shooting up from the canvas, breaking the pin! ...Only for Sakura to fall limply back to the mat, sucking in breath after breath... Her eyelids fluttered as she stared up at the ceiling lights, her toned, trained form left broken on the floor... but she didn't give up...

"N....Not...... so.... fast........" She whispered between wheezes! "N....Not.... done.... with you........ yet......"

“2!”

Miranda didn’t even bother to look at Sakura’s crumpled form below her. She was done. A solved issue with no more thought put into it. Miranda could feel her foe’s erratic breathing thanks to her boot being pressed firmly against the young woman’s chest. Some breaths were deeper, others haggard and shallow. The suffering Sakura had gone through had drove her to tears, and beads of sweat rolled down every part of her bare body. Perhaps she would need medical assistance when she was done. Miranda was not sure. The only thing the Chemist could even guess at were the copious amount of chemicals pumping through Sakura’s brain and body. Adrenaline, dopamine, prostaglandin, all of those likely being dumped into the subject’s bloodstream just so her body couldn’t feel as much suffering as before. Needless to say, but Miranda’s planned experiments would be unusable now. Even if she did inject her serum into Sakura, the results would be utterly destroyed by the body’s natural functions.

Staying here was a waste of Miranda’s time. Luckily, it would all be over very, very soon. Her contracts could be satisfied for another day. The scientist’s mind was already wandering off to one of her many side projects, such as the homunculus she was attempting to create in her spare time as her concoctions cooked and settled.

“3-! Break!”

Miranda’s foot was suddenly pushed. Not so much as to throw the scientist off, but enough so that Sakura’s shoulder can jump off the ring floor. It hovered in the air for a moment, then swiftly came crashing down to the canvas, Miranda removing her foot from atop of Sakura’s chest as the cheerleader went limp.

Miranda could only just hear what Sakura had to say after all she had went to…and a new feeling began to pick at Miranda. What was once an annoying tug inside Miranda’s stomach had begun to burn. It was a slow little burn, something of a dull ache that quickly began to spiral out of control. Miranda’s red eyes glared at the body below her with the heat and focus of a blowtorch, as if her gaze alone would slice Sakura in half.

Who is she? Miranda thought with an acidic tone. Who is she to prolong this farce? To think she even stands a chance in hell? To threaten me?! I have created things in this world a runt like you wouldn’t comprehend you microcephalic addle-pate! My skills earn me an income that allows me to pay for my supplies! Employees! And even on-site locations! All with enough leftover revenue that the results would easily consume whatever meager earnings you could possibly make!

Those bright red orbs stared down at the cheerleader with a knew found fury that bordered on deadly. It looked as if it was only because of the years of practiced restraint that Miranda didn’t attempt to end the life beneath her. Instead, she bent over, and began to work on the body.

The cheerleader’s legs were bright red. Blood had begun to pool inside the damaged limbs, the muscles turning stiff from all the agony they had gone through, they were still pliable enough to move and adjust, which was all Miranda needed to complete her goals. If Sakura was as weak as she appeared Miranda would have no issue dolling out a humiliating submission hold Kristy had titled The Lab Assistant/. If all went well Miranda would express her frustration by simply humiliating Sakura, sitting down on the entangled woman as if she were little more then a piece of furniture, while forcing Sakura’s damaged legs to support both her own and Sakura’s weight.

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Sakura wondered why Miranda looked down on her with such rage, why the ice-queen suddenly became the epitome of volcanic rage... The way she looked at her, the icy exterior seemed to hide a flaming wrath beneath, an anger that seemed to be entirely directed Lucky's way! She... She wasn't losing... She was hardly hurt and everything so... Why was she so mad...? In Sakura's delerious state, she couldn't hope to fathom what she had done to earn the ire of the scientist, but such ignorance did not stop the angry thoughts being projected at the downed, half-awake cheerleader...

...Or the repercussions that would be put in motion for Sakura's defiance!

Lucky was next to useless when it came to resisting Miranda's wind-up submission, the blazing woman wrapping Lucky up in a position that resembled a stool, her arms and legs folded neatly against her belly, head pressed against the canvas with her butt in the air! If such a... vulnerable position wasn't bad enough, Miranda just FLOPPED herself down RIGHT on Sakura's perky rear, FORCING all her body-weight right onto her arms and wounded legs like those of a chair!

"NnnnnnahhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!" Sakura groaned loudly her eyes clenching shut, fresh beats of sweat running down her forehead, dribbling off onto the floor below! "It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrts....." She couldn't even effectively tap out anymore, not with her arms wound up as they were! All she could do to try and escape this was to cry out in defeat... but even that... EVEN cries for mercy were silenced by her screams of pain!

The best thing to do at the moment was to calm down and think about things rationally. Miranda had restrained herself from doing anything that would be openly illegal, and kept any serious damage towards her opponent to a minimum. She could feel her raw and wild emotions begin to burn inside her, over something so trivial as Sakura’s minor act of defiance. Miranda had pushed those unwanted feelings down for a long while…now it seemed they were bubbling up all at once.

She wouldn’t act on them. Upon sitting on her brand-new chair, Miranda simply crossed her arms and appeared to wait. She was like a statue of sorts, only moving as Sakura squirmed about. It was like a computer looking for a virus, totally still as it seemed to scan itself with unknown means. Miranda was totally focused on working through her feelings, already pushing them back down and seemingly stabilizing herself. The hot-blooded glare had died down a bit, but Miranda was simply staring at the floor. She seemed to be trying to ignore the woman beneath her. That was proving difficult to do, as the wounded cheerleader continued to scream and moan her agony, continuously announcing her pain like a dying cat that just wouldn’t STOP!

Miranda’s leg seemed to lift itself, without any of Miranda’s input. The limp hovered over Sakura’s skull, threatening to drop down on top of it like a cinderblock and crush the woman’s features into the canvas! Such a heated act surprised even Miranda, who quickly moved as if she was simply adjusting her position atop her uncomfortable seat. She cleared her throat, as if that would help shake the burning emotions that boiled inside of her. Miranda finally brought her gaze down to the back of Sakura’s skull, the girls face knotted in pain.

“The logical thing to do now would be to give up.” the woman’s two-toned voice said through her speakers, “Your legs are injured. Stiffened and cramped to the point where I could tell by simply touching them. You won’t be able to run on such things, and without your speed, you have lost your greatest weapon. Your evasiveness. Nothing good will come if you continue this fight. You won’t win. You have less then a one percent chance at victory. Continuing to stay here and force me to compete against you is illogical. Give up.”

As if to give an extra push in the right direction, Miranda stood back up, so that Sakura’s arms had a moments peace. A blissful moment of calm so her body could assess the damage…but the she placed her foot on the cheerleaders read, and began to apply more and more pressure to her form, reigniting the pain in the cheerleader’s cramped muscles.

"...N.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sakura howled back as Miranda INSISTED she gave up, the cheerleader practically quaking and shaking under Miranda's unorthadox submission! "I... I CAAAAAAAAAAAN'T! G... GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF!" Her tone-of-voice indicated NOT defiance... That had been bled out of her with the previous submission! She was practically begging the double-toned masked scientist for mercy, for the freedom to tap out! Lucky had been wound up so tightly she had not the room in her arms for them to slap against the floor in defeat and the pain was so potent, the cheerleader couldn't help but CRY and beg and plead for mercy from the twisted woman... before her legs became completely and utterly unusable forever!

"P....please..." She whispered desperately, staring up at the woman above her with wide, tearful eyes. "N....no more... please...." Sakura was at the end of her rope... REALLY at the end of her rope... She didn't even have the chance to pass out... The pain was just too much... No means of training could've hoped to prepare the cheerleader for this... this cruelty! She felt like she was gonna die... REALLY die! Not like how she had the cold and it sucked... but... that she might just shut down from all this paiiiiin!

“Is there no such thing as a verbal submission in this league?”

The question was…surprisingly genuine. Miranda even went so far as to ever so slightly tilt her head in a questioning fashion. the movement was slight, and there was no way anybody but Sakura and maybe the referee would even notice it. Even after all that had just happened, Miranda seemed more interested in her question then anything else. Like an artificial intelligence hungry for as much knowledge as it can soak up before completing its assigned task.

But there really was no way Sakura could answer her question. Not with hell rupturing through her body like an active volcano. Her screams drowned out Miranda’s question, and Miranda simply waited patiently as the cheerleaders screams eventually succumbed to tearful begging. Sakura pleaded with Miranda, who watched her with about as much care as could be taken from those dead, lifeless red eyes.

Miranda wouldn’t respond to the cheerleaders begging for a few more minutes. It would be absolutely within logic to feign suffering to such a degree just to try and earn an opponent’s pity, only so the victim could strike as soon as they were free to do so. If this was a trick, Miranda wanted to be certain Sakura wouldn’t be able to have the capacity to pull it off effectively.

Only when she was totally satisfied that her subject was pacified did the scientist relinquish her foot from atop the younger woman’s posterior. Miranda even gave her foe a little nudge so that fell to her side, though she left the entanglement of her limps to Sakura.

Miranda eyed the fallen combatant. The eye that peaked through her bangs was watching, wanting! What she wanted was fairly obvious. She held up her end of the bargain, and now it was her opponents turn. Miranda did not expect Sakura to try anything, and kept a relaxed posture. The woman weeping at her feet was finally using logic…and Miranda made sure that the logical choice was always in her favor!

Sakura couldn't even process Miranda's question... All she could do was beg for mercy... And Mercy she would have!... if one could call it that! The cheerleader felt the woman's weight disappear off of her and instantly, Sakura fell down to her side, softly weeping as she cradled her swollen, red-tinted legs! Her arms were BETTER, usable... but hardly in the shape to fight! Even if she could still stand, she certainly couldn't run, let alone fight... There was nothing more she could do... From the time she had started here at AFW, Lucky had never really submitted before! Every fight she had lost was due to a knockout or pin...

...B...but even if it hurt her pride to do so, she wasn't gonna let herself get, like, mangled because of pride!

"I...I... I give uuuuuuuuuup....." She whined softly, her helpless wail cutting through the cold, icy aura Miranda surrounded the ring with, piercing the hearts of everyone who watched... possibly even the machine who had done this to her. It was like watching a small animal being proudly hurt and crushed by the evil of another creature, a girl with a stick beating down on a poor, whimpering puppy. Sakura cried out for help... for mercy... because she wanted to be anywhere but here right now... She.... she wanted to go home...

Instantly, upon her verbal concession, the ref of white and black SHOT between both Miranda and Lucky, the woman covering the poor, wounded wrestler with her body while checking her as if to be a bulwark in case of further aggression. She was mumbling something, asking Lucky questions but those words faded in and out with so much as being processed. Sakura's eyes drooped low as the pain ground DEEPER and DEEPER into her mind, shredding it away a bloody chunk at a time...

"....I'm...... Sorry......." She whispered to nobody in particular. ".....I'll....... do............ better................ next time................" And before even the paramedics got there with a stretcher.... Sakura had completely passed out.