The disgraced idol's revenge tour, part 1 - Yuri-chan Vs. Shirabe

Yuri let out a whoop of joy after smashing the chair into Shirabe's back. That felt really good. Seeing Shirabe on the ground, writhing in pain in front of her, was truly the perfect payback for the torture she was put through. But Yuri was only getting started with her revenge.

The idol tossed the chair aside. Gone was all the pain and soreness from taking those hits earlier this match. She was high on adrenaline, eyes wide, mouth grinning like a crazy person. Yuri bent down and grabbed Shirabe by the hair, forcefully yanking her upwards to make her stand on her feet.

"No rest for you Shirabe!" Yuri cackled, "Not until I'm done having my way with you!" Yuri dragged the smaller girl over to a turnbuckle, then threw her forward, aiming to smash her headfirst into the unpadded steel pole! If successful, Yuri would then raise up her foot and stomp down on Shirabe's head, grinding her face into the cold steel!

Unfortunately for Shirabe it wasn't like she could toss aside the throbbing pain in her body like Yuri did with that chair. Her body shaking as she struggled to gather herself after that hard hit. "Damn it... Shirabe panting as she needed to get some distance. There was no way to just go on the offensive in that moment. Unfortunately her opponent was practically crazed and didn't give her any time for that. "Aghhh!" Shirabe crying out as her hair was yanked and she was forced onto her shaking legs.

The most she could do was squirm and struggle as she was dragged over to the turnbuckle. Her back and sides in so much pain that she couldn't slip free before getting slammed hard into the pole. Her vision flashing white as Shirabe was heavily dazed by the impact.

"Ughnn... She groaned struggling to realize where she was in that moment. A pained groan following as she felt the hard stomp too her head. Collapsing into a heap as soon as pressure was released. Shirabe not in a state to do much of anything until her vision stopped spinning. The immediate pain a secondary problem compared to being helpless and getting stomped.

Yuri kept her foot on the back of Shirabe's head, grinding her face against the cold steel pole as she gloated. "Now this is the exact place you deserve to be Shirabe! Under my foot!" Yuri said, purposefully grinding down with her heel to increase the pressure. After a moment though she stopped. It wasn't out of mercy or anything, Yuri knew that if she kept it up for too long Shirabe would start getting her wind back. She had been bitten in the ass too many times to let this kind of thing happen again.

So Yuri moved in to the next punishment. She grabbed Shirabe by the back of her head, pulling her back up to a standing position, before marching her a few steps over to the side of the ring. There, Yuri would use all her strength to throw Shirabe forward headfirst onto the ring apron. She wanted to keep the small girl as stunned as possible.

"Hope you enjoyed that little detour!" Yuri said, "Now its back to our regularly scheduled punishment!" After stunning Shirabe, she would lift the girl up onto the apron and roll her back into the ring, filling suit close behind the stunned and hurting cutie.

Things were looking rather poor for Shirabe in that moment. Her body was sore, her head aching, and she couldn't focus very well in that moment. At best she was conscious enough to feel frustration and embarrassment at having Yuri grinding her foot against Shirabe's head and forcing it to stay up against that pole. The only thing she was capable of doing in that moment was trying to endure until she could recover a bit.

Yet the biggest and most frightening issue was Yuri not allowing that. If she was lost in the moment and basking in her advantage that would have at least offered her some chance. But instead Shirabe was continually being pressured. Stumbling towards the ring once her head was released. But she was simply guided towards the edge. Suddenly flying towards it with a helpless cry. "GUH!" She groaned as her head smacked hard into it. Her daze only getting more intense as she collapsed against the edge of the ring. The girl far too out of it to even stand up in that moment.

"N..no..." She groaned struggling to even know where she was in that moment. Helpless to resist as she was rolled back into the ring. Laying there in a heap. Her chest raising slowly up and down as she tried to just breathe. Her vision spinning and the ability to get up beyond her in that moment. She'd need a great deal of time before she could even think of fighting back. Each breath making her groan as her body ached. It was hard to even tell where Yuri was in that moment she was just that out of it.

Yuri had learned a few things over the course of her matches. Like for instance not gloating too much against Shirabe, as the little girl somehow had reserves of energy that'll keep her going even after getting thrashed. This time Yuri wasn't going to make any mistakes, she was going to keep on attacking, pressuring Shirabe until the poor little cutie broke in her hands. Nothing was going to stand in the way of her revenge tonight.

After rolling Shirabe back into the ring, Yuri immediately began making her next move. She climbed up onto the corner turnbuckle outside the ring, making sure to keep a close eye on Shirabe to ensure that the cutie stayed down. After the punishment she took, it didn't look like she was going anywhere, giving Yuri plenty of time to make it on top of the ropes.

"Alright everyone!" Yuri called out from the top ropes, holding her arms out as she finally allowed herself to gloat, "Watch closely, because right now, this is where I get my revenge!" With that, Yuri leapt up off the ropes, throwing out her arms and legs as she attempted a high-risk high-flying body splash, aiming to slam her full weight into Shirabe to completely finish the cutie!

Things remained all kinds of bad for Shirabe. Though facing the cheap shot idol was always going to be risky. It just depended on what kind of tricks and approach that Yuri would take. At present that left Shirabe panting and her vision blurry. Unfortunately Yuri had been hammering away at her this whole time and that left Shirabe with so little time to actually gather herself. “God…damn…” she swore, it hurt to do anything in that moment. But venting in that way somewhat helped keep her conscious.

What she needed was a long rest and a lot of Yuri lowering her guard. Shirabe barely able to tell where her opponent was and even when she could somewhat detect it…her body wasn’t willing to cooperate quite yet. As she was dwelling on her bad situation, Yuri had all the time needed to climb up on the ropes.

Yuri’s voice rang out. But it was such a short gloating period that even as Shirabe tried to lift her body to move it…the other girl was already descending! Shirabe barely having time to lift her head up a bit before Yuri was crashing into her!

“Aghhhhhh!” Shirabe squealing helplessly before the air was knocked right out of her. The girl’s limbs twitching hard, her body parts not covered by Yuri’s impact lifting from the mat before crashing back down again. Shirabe gasping for air and barely moving outside of that as the pain of Yuri’s body pressing Shirabe’s own into the mat from that aerial hit utterly wrecked her!

High-flying moves were not Yuri's specialty, as the idol found such moves too high skill and too high risk most of the times for her liking. But this was a special case. This was her big return, her comeback tour, her revenge. And so she wanted to finish things in a flashy fashion, and end Shirabe so utterly that it would completely satisfy her twisted desires.

And so she soared through the air, aiming herself at the downed Shirabe. She was right on target. The idol slammed into Shirabe hard, the impact so loud that the entire crowd watching winced. Shirabe's limbs were lifted clean off the mats from the impact. Though Yuri was by no means a heavy girl, coming down upon her opponent from such a height, with her opponent having no proper defense at all, was certainly enough to finish things.

"Ahhh..." Yuri groaned. The impact shook her small body as well, leaving her sore and dazed. But if she was feeling this way, surely Shirabe had it much worse. After all, Yuri was still lucid and moving. The idol rolled a little on top of her crushed opponent, reaching out to hook her leg so that they could begin counting the pin.

"One!" the referee called.

There was simply no way for Shirabe to adequately guard herself or counter when in the condition she was in. Even if she wanted to deliver a good kick in, that just wasn't possible. The only salvation was that Yuri wasn't a particularly colossal individual. If she was then Shirabe might have been simply knocked unconscious from the impact or at least reduced to a state where she wouldn't be doing anything for quite a while.

That didn't mean she took no damage from this though. The girl gasping for air and her body twitching in pain from the landing. There wasn't much practice to take in terms of getting hit like this in the state she was in. So she simply had to take it and that meant quite a bit of discomfort.

It was another case where if Yuri was dragging it out or cocky that she might have had some room to do something. But instead she was rolling into a pin almost right away. The most Shirabe could do was gasp out wordlessly and lightly struggle. Certainly unable to immediately drag out a monumental kick to break the pin. Unless Yuri was in a far worse condition than Shirabe could imagine it wasn't going to save her here.

The small girl groaning helplessly as the count continued.

"Two."

Shirabe's light struggles did almost nothing to dislodge Yuri from her pin. Though the idol was hurting a bit too, she was running on adrenaline, on a dopamine high from being able to so cleanly destroy her first target. Even as she pinned Shirabe down there was a wide and wild grin on her face. All it took was one more count, and she would have her first taste of sweet revenge.

"Three!" the referee counted. That was it, Yuri had won!

The idol let out a short laugh, dropping Shirabe's leg and getting up off the beaten cutie. "Yes!" she cheered, raising her arms above her head in victory. As she posed, she casually planted one foot on Shirabe's chest, grinding her heel down on her opponent's body for good measure.

But that wasn't all, as the referee handed Yuri a microphone for her next declaration. "Hey Kirika!" she called out, "I know you're watching this, you dumb blonde! See what happened to your friend here? You're next!" Yuri dropped the mic, stomped down hard on Shirabe's broken body, and made her way out of the ring. She was really hoping Kirika came after her next, as she had quite something planned for her blonde nemesis.

The only benefit that Shirabe could make out of all this was that Yuri had kept it a brutal physical assault. While she was going to be sore after this, at least her pride was still mostly intact. She just happened to lose this time. Not that losing itself was ever going to be enjoyable. But the girl knew there was better and worse ways to lose a match like this.

Of course that was something to take in later. At the present moment, Shirabe was far too sore, tired, and dazed to really fully break down the match. The key really was going to be keeping Kirika from doing anything rash afterwards. Whether she'd be able to do that was hard to say. But for the moment at least Shirabe could wait out Yuri leaving the ring. Picking herself up afterwards. "God...damn..." She had to groan out as she did so. The match hadn't remotely gone well, but she knew part of that was on herself. A frustrating result and one she'd have to learn from.

Kirika would have plenty to say about the match herself. Though her immediate concern was going to be for Shirabe once she saw how things had played out. The only benefit in that was that Shirabe didn't have to carry herself too far before Kirika would be there to help her out. There would be desire on several levels to get her own payback. But that would be a secondary focus to Shirabe's condition. But that didn't mean the match was going to be forgotten.