AV 18 Jasmine Thorn vs. Satana Giganta

“Ow….”

Satana landed on her right on her tailbone as she fell, leading to a decent spike in pain to her lower back. Fatigue was starting to set in, and her more energetic and playful persona was staring to fade away as the match went on. Renata was really like a brick wall, and the devil was getting tired of smashing against it over and over again.

Renata still seemed peppy, at least enough so to drop down on the demon with an elbow pointed directly at her chest. Even with her arms in the way, Renata’s sheer force made the blow nearly unbearable as she gasped out in pain!

The weight of Renata was enough to crush Satana's chest in just by itself and the giantess was happy to let it do just that, letting the masked wrestler deal with trying to breathe with the Imperial guard on top of her while the referee started a count. "One!"

Renata really needed to lay off the sweets! Whatever this woman weighed, it was too much for Satana to breath comfortably. Her body was as rough and heavy as a giant bolder resting on top of her. The devils vision was starting to see stars as the guard pushed down on top of her, the sound of the referee dropping next to them to initiate the count.

“1!”

“2!”

“No!”

Satana pushed off against Renata, breaking the pin by lifting her shoulder off the mat. Though there was quite a bit of effort involved, she tried to squirm out from under the royal guard, clawing for her freedom with an angry grimace.

Renata gave a grunt of annoyance as she was forced off the masked woman's chest for only a two count, but it was time not getting hit so in her books: time well spent, no matter how much Jasmine argued the finer point of how fast a count should be. The Brazilian wasn't going to just sit and let Satana get her breath back though, oh no, reaching down to grab a fist full of white hair the Amazon from the Amazon stood up, bringing the luchadora up to her feet with her as she moved to hook one of the orange clad fighter's legs and lift her up into the air for a simple body slam. No show boating or trying to find the perfect spot on the mat this time, just up, over, and down.

The demon didn’t get much of a chance to catch her breath. Pretty soon, she felt Renata’s grip wrap around her hair as she was forced up onto her feet. Even after the long and heavy battle the two had fought against each other, Satana had to give props to the powerful royal guard and her endurance. She certainly could take a licking and keep on ticking. Nothing proved that point further then when Renata scooped the devil up and slammed her to the ground. It wasn’t really a graceful body slam, but then again it didn’t need to be. Satana fell to the floor like a comet, and gravity did the rest.

“GAAAUUUCCKKK!!”

The devil bounced once or twice, but finally fell limp to the floor, a few feet away from the royal guard.

"RAAARGH!" Renata roared as Satana screamed out in pain. The Imperial guard standing over the fallen demon with a menacing expression as her heavy chest heaved, this was the longest fight the Brazilian had ever been in and she was starting to feel the effects wearing her down. The only thing for it was to make the orange clad fighter feel worse.

Taking heavy steps to straddle the demon, the Amazon from the Amazon reached down to wrap her hands around the throat of Satana and squeeze tightly while Jasmine took the time to distract the ref from her Imperial guard's illegal choke.

“Ehhhh~hhhh~hhhhh”

The devil’s eyes were simply spinning around and around. Her entire world view had been rocked by the royal guard’s frightening slam, and it would have taken a super human to get back up after such a violent throw. So, only a quite moan escaped the deadly jaws of the tyrannical tyrant of the underworld.

So, when she felt the giant woman’s burly hand wrap around her throat, the demon could do little more than try to pry those deadly hands away from her windpipe. Her mouth was agape, trying to get in any air she could while her eyes staring into the rage filled pupils of the Amazon.

Renata could have stayed like this for a long time, watching the the demon's face turn blue under the mask like a mid 2000s box art colour scheme, but unfortunately for her, the referee had picked a time to turn around mid-argument with the Emerald Empress and caught a glimpse of the massive hands around the luchadora's throat. With surprising bravery she sprinted back to where the Amazon stood, one hand waving a count while the other tried her best to pry off even a single finger off of Satana to little avail. The giantess only relented at the last possible moment, throwing her hands up and unintentionally lifting the referee off her feet before setting her back down.

By the time the Amazon finally let go Of Satana, she was all but unconscious. She was awake, but the world was spinning around faster and faster every moment. The muffled cheering and jeering, the shouts of the referee and Jasmine all sounded as though they were talking through a thin wall. None of their words made sense, it was all just various white noise. Every scream was just another high pitched beep in the devil’s brain.

Had she any sense left, she might have faked passing out and stayed down, but her foggy mind and natural instinct to breath kind of forced her to sit up. She coughed violently as she sucked in a wad of saliva that had built in her throat. That did little to ease her sore body and sudden headache. It was all she could do not to vomit as her scattered brain tried to remember exactly what she was doing and where she was. Her milky white lens hid her eyes as she looked up at the indifferent royal guard, and a wave of memories suddenly slammed int o her.

“Oh…right.” She whispered in a raspy voice while getting her arms under her to try and stand.