Mikoto Kusanagi Vs Miss USA: Once and Future Angels

Hibiki heard the boos. She heard them loud and clear. She heard how much the crowd hated her, how much they despised her for what she was doing, how much they wanted Mikoto or Marilyn or someone to do something to turn the tables on her.

She honestly didn't care. She was the Calamity Queen of the Wrestle Angels, and she fully intended to live up to that nickname.

Once she had pulled Mikoto back to the center of the ring, she stepped around in front of her, and leaned down, grabbing the girl's hair with one hand, jerking her head backwards and forcing her to look up at the towering, intense woman.

"Look at me," she hissed down at her, glaring at Mikoto. "I want you to get one last look at the woman who's going to end your career."

“Hugh!!...” With her head harshly yanked off the mat, Mikoto cringed at the stinging pain in her scalp while meekly pawing at the constricting grip in her hair. Wracked with a demoralizing sense of helplessness, the priestess ashamedly did as she was ordered, her teary eyes slowly opening to acknowledge the dominating purple dragon looming over her with nothing but murderous intent seen in her distant, emotionless eyes. Miko knew this vile woman could effortlessly dispatch her in whatever way she saw fit, but would rather flaunt her utter control and toy with her prey for her own sadistic pleasure.

Hibiki’s chilling statement caused Miko to be overcome with a nearly debilitating sense of dread, widening her eyes in shock. After being forced to bear witness to her deplorable treatment of the hobbled Miss U.S.A., there was little doubt in her mind that Hibiki meant every ominous word.

With her last vestiges of strength, Miko struggled to push herself of the mat and stand against Hibiki and her blind vengeance. However her unsteady ascension needed something to lean on and balance herself. Her arms clasped around her oppressor’s toned thighs, reaching up and grasping at the belts on Hibiki’s outfit to pull herself upward. An inspiring yet also pitiable sight, Miko climbing the mountainous figure that was Hibiki Izayoi, breathing exhausted pants against her thighs and abs in the process…

It was almost amusing, the way that Mikoto was still trying to fight back against her. Hibiki would have been impressed, if there wasn't so much hatred in her heart for the girl and her fellow Wrestle Angels.

She stood there, planting her hands on her hips, looking down at Mikoto as she struggled to get back to her feet. It was pathetic, really. There was no point in wasting any more time. She needed to end this and put the girl out of her misery.

Hibiki reached down, and grabbed Mikoto by the throat, slowly starting to lift her all the way up and onto her feet. She gripped her neck tightly, glaring into the girl's eyes one more time, and then...then, she let out a mighty roar, lifting Mikoto into the air, ready to slam her back down with a great big chokeslam, just like she had done to Marilyn moments before!

Blind determination fueled her actions at this point, grasping and hugging against Hibiki's muscled form to lean against. Audience members rallied behind Mikoto and her heart-wrenching struggles despite her overwhelming circumstances, all dashed the instant Hibiki put an end to the pitiable sight and gripped her hand around Miko's neck.

*gasp!!* Hibiki gradually raised Miko back to her feet by the choking grasp, weakened forearm strikes pelting the arm holding her head up. The priestess struggled to breath before being hoisted upward with the same terrifying yell that heralded Miss U.S.A.'s destruction. At this point Miko finally accepted her situation and ceased her struggles, her arms falling limp to her side. She had nothing left to give, and in the end none of her actions mattered. The both of them had been thrashed by the purple dragon, the first victims on her list.

Staring towards the ceiling lights, her vision was waning from the lack of air. In one delirious final act, Miko slowly raised her right hand towards Hibiki and performed a familiar action by now...curling her hands into a fist...and raising her middle finger...

Mikoto's weak, desperate strikes didn't seem to faze the mighty Hibiki at all, the woman seeming complete unharmed by them.

The Purple Dragon continued to haul Mikoto into the air, holding her aloft, wanting to savor every single moment of the girl's suffering. She stared at her, taking in every movement she made, every desperate strike, every little movement and quiver of her body. But then, Mikoto finally stopped moving, finally accepted her fate. The girl went limp, and ceased fighting back.

Hibiki smiled, a thin, cruel smile, then opened her mouth to say something, but then Mikoto's hand raised upwards, her middle finger slowly raising up towards her. Hibiki closed her mouth, and gave a light, soft shrug. It seemed there was nothing more to say.

She held the Angel aloft for but a single moment more, and then went to slam her down towards the mat, letting out a furious, powerful roar as she dropped Mikoto towards the canvas with her chokeslam.

Miko’s last, “flippant” gesture brought a rise out of the audience when there had been little to cheer for these last few minutes, an entirely subconscious act she may not even recall once she wakens from this nightmare.

Eventually though her arm would limply fall back her side as the lack of breathable air drained her down to her core, now hanging lifelessly with spittle trailing out of the corner of her mouth gasping for air. Weighing less than Miss U.S.A. regrettably meant Hibiki could maintain this dominant display of raw power and control for an even longer period of time, the priestess whimpering and left to wallow in dreaded anticipation for the same crushing fate that befell Marilyn.

Until the thunderous choke slam finally hammered the priestess into the canvas with enough meteoric force to instantly knock her out upon collision, her body jerking up before sprawling out spread-eagled with her head tilted to the side…

Hibiki stood there after her chokeslam, towering over the two fallen Angels. She looked to Miss USA, then slowly turned her gaze back towards Mikoto, then back against to Marilyn. This. This was what it was all about. This is what her vengeance meant for all of her fellow coworkers that were lurking around the AFW.

She stood there, tall and proud, before lifting her gaze up to the audience, glaring out over the crowd as their showered her with boos, with jeers, with their hatred. A few of them in the closer front rows even tried to throw things into the ring at her, cups and trash and even a couple programs came flying through the air. Hibiki didn't care though. She didn't give a single shit about anything that anyone in the crowd thought about her. Let them think what they wanted. None of them had been in her shoes. None of them had known had hard she struggled to reach the top, only to come up short, because of the more popular, more marketable Wrestle Angels in the company.

She lowered her gaze back down, staring at the two girls that she had laid out on the mat, and she began to smile. She began to think of all of the other girls that she was going to destroy like this. Bunny Bomber. Mackey Ueto. Emily Nelson. She would destroy all of them. Any Angel that dared to step up to her would meet the same fate as these two.

Hibiki smiled, and she moved towards the ropes, slipping out of the ring, starting to make her exit from the arena. She had a lot to think about. Mainly, who her next target would be. Whoever it was, they would soon be in trouble.