Shizuka vs Toshio (complete)

Though on her knees, Shizuka still managed to duck the admittedly unsteady Toshio's arm. With her hands still holding her pained crotch, she had no choice but to slam the top of her dark-maned head into Toshio's crotch as an impromptu attack, wincing as the impact knocked her back some.

Toshio could only give a hoarse cry as Shizuka nailed him in his already-hurting crotch. He instantly collapsed onto his side, twitching slightly, his expression disturbingly vacant...

The dizzy Shizuka gathered herself. "Damn you..." She crawled over to where her sword lay upon her clothes. Once armed, she stalked towards the fallen Toshio, fangs bared, to shove him onto his front so she can throttle him with her sword pushing into his throat.

"Gggglh--" Toshio rasped as he suddenly felt Shizuka on top of him, pressing the haft of her sword against his throat. He squirmed on the ground, trying in vain to get free. His hands probed upwards and found Shizuka's face, and began pushing back on her chin and shoulder to get her off him.

Shizuka allowed herself to be pushed up, only to viciously drop her knee into Toshio's groin!

But she wasn't done yet. After Toshio was subdued, she would drag him onto his feet, only to perform her Terminator spike DDT finisher, smashing Toshio's face into the ground!

Toshio couldn't even cry out this time as Shizuka nailed him in the groin once again. He could only give out a faint rasp before lying still, breathing faintly. It was clear to any onlookers that Toshio was simply in too much pain to continue fighting.

Sensing victory so near, Shizuka bared her teeth. Her foot rested dominant upon Toshio's crotch. She wasn't kicking or anything, just letting her weight put pressure on that abused region as a threat and reminder. "Do you give up?" she taunted, now pressing her foot some into Toshio's groin. "Do you?"

Toshio didn't reply. In fact, what with the glazed look in his eyes and his shallow breathing, he didn't seem to be registering the pain much either (over the pain he was already feeling, anyway). It was clear to see, just by looking at Toshio, that he wasn't going to be doing any talking or moving any time soon.

Shizuka had forgotten about the referee she'd brought along. That freckled worthy now raced to Toshio's side. "He's out," she told Shizuka. She pawed at the foot crushing Toshio's groin. "He can't fight anymore. You've won."

The ref suddenly found herself dragged onto her feet by the front of her uniform. Amethyst eyes burned into her flustered face.

"It's a submission match," Shizuka snarled. "He hasn't submitted yet. I'll make him submit!"

So vowing, she shoved the referee off her, going to haul Toshio onto his front so that she could strangle him from behind with her sword. "Submit, you bastard!" she hissed. "Submit! Submit!"

Toshio's response came in the form of a gurgling rasp as his air passage was cut off. With what little strength he had, he flailed uselessly at the sheath pressed against his throat, though he was so weak and agonized that he could barely even squirm.

"S-stop!" the referee said, rushing over to restrain Shizuka. "The match is over! You've won!"