Phoebe vs Ayami

"1...2...3..."

A sudden crushing sensation had ripped Ayami out of her sudden blackout. She had fluttered her eyes open, struggling weakly at whatever had grasp onto her throat, before a second impact sent her falling down, down, and down. Unconscious long before she fell, she hit the mat with a painful thud.

"4...5...6..."

Only the slow rise and fall of her wrecked chest indicated that she was still alive. Sprawled on her back, her bare body was like a showcase gallery for ruination. Every visible part had hurt on it: bruises and welts and red and purple and bloodstains all around.

"7...8...9..."

For a moment, for one, perhaps paranoid, moment on the cowlgirl's part it looked like she would have risen.

Probably just a deeper breath.

"10! And the winner of this match is Phoebe Oakley!"

The count began. It continued. Then, just for a second, it looked like Ayami might rise back up to her feet. Phoebe was about to scream in despair. She didn’t think she could fight anymore. But she didn’t have to worry. Ayami stayed down. The referee’s count reached ten. The bell rang.

Phoebe had won. She had won the most painful fight that she had yet been a part of.

Her own body looked no better than Ayami’s. Every inch was covered in blood, or a purple bruise. She was still sucking air. It would take Phoebe weeks to fully recover. She intended to make Ayami pay for what she had done to Phoebe’s body.

“Bitch!” Phoebe yelled. “I’m going to fuck you up, you fucking bitch! You’re going to get every last bit of pain that you deserve! That’s motherfucking right, do you hear me!?”

Phoebe would sink to her knees and crawl over to the unconscious Ayami. Lifting up, she would take careful aim, then deliver a hard hammer blow right to Ayami’s solar plexus. She would repeat that blow once, then twice, doing her very best to make the Japanese girl vomit from belly blows. Then, after a moment’s thought, one of Phoebe’s hands trailed down to the button of Ayami’s jeans.

“You wanted to fuck me, did you, cunt?” Phoebe would hiss. “Well, fuck that. Fuck you. I’ll make sure you can’t. I’ll destroy your fucking cunt, bitch! Punch it until it goddamn explodes! Claw it to pieces!” Phoebe would grab onto Ayami’s jeans with both hands after unbuttoning and unzipping them and would try to yank them down.