Katsumi Aomine Vs. Misako Uchida

Katsumi had been taken by utter surprise by the sudden onslaught from Misako, gasping and coughing out as the pale haired dragon took her down and left her breathless. She coughed and gasped for air, but it didn't seem to matter as Misako had no sympathy for her plight.

Suddenly Misako would jump up and drive her firm abdomen right down into Katsumi's, air exploded out of the Light's mouth, what little air she had left. Gasping out loudly as she would fall almost limp on the canvas, except for the jolting of her body underneath Misako's as she coughed out for air.

Striking first and striking hard enough she wouldn’t let her rivals return from there. That was Misako’s way and how she liked doing stuff on her matches. On all her previous career she had found all kinds of rivals: some of them were able to recover and try mounting some kind of comeback and some of them were so taken aback by Misako’s rush of strength that were down for the count as soon as the Dragon started prowling.

It looked like Katsumi was one of the latest. The match was still young but the Light had not only being hit by everything Misako threw at her, she wasn’t even trying to protect herself! Seeing the poor Katsumi gasping for air as the Dragon stood back on her feet she was almost bored from that match. Yes, the feeling of victory was good and the rush of adrenaline Misako wanted, but that didn’t even feel earned. Without letting it be a precedent for anything, she would decide to give some instants to her rival. “Come on, stand up and FIGHT!”, she roared while adopting her guard stance.

With Misako moving up off of her the raven haired woman would remain on her back and gasping out for air, shaking her head she would slowly roll over onto her front and start to push herself up. So when she heard Misako let out that roar of hers for the Light to stand up and fight, well...Katsumi was ready to give Misako exactly what she wanted.

Shaking her head she would try and push herself up towards her knees and then her feet, before she would stomp her way back up towards the pale haired woman. Attempting to throw her arms up and around that head before she would try and shoot her right knee up into Misako's rock hard abs in an attempt for some payback.

It looked like at last katsumi was willing to stand on her feet and pose some kind of resistance against Misako. This delighted the Dragon as she saw her rival getting up in a rush as maybe, just maybe, some challenge was coming. Stomping her way up and with a resolved look on her face, the Light went at Misako by grabbing her from the shoulders and then hitting her with a right knee to the stomach!

Misako let some air out, a little bit surprised by her rival’s enthusiasm, but besides that, the white haired didn’t even flinch. The knee strike wasn’t very painful, but it wasn’t the worst either. A decent strike aimed at lifting the Light’s spirit, and that was why the Dragon made an effort not to show any sign of pain. That way she wanted to crush her hopes, showing Katsumi that she was doomed to fain in that night’s match.

“That’s all?” said Misako while having a little laugh, her abs slightly red from the impact. “You have to add all your weight to the hit or it will do nothing. Let me show you how it’s done!” Without giving her rival any time to react, the Dragon would go and mirror her rival’s movements, coming at Katsumi with a powerful knee to her groin.

The eyes of Katsumi would widen a bit as she drove her knee right into the gut of Misako, and nothing. She hardly seemed affected by it. Blinking a bit in stunned disbelief she would see her rival then grab at her own shoulders. Mirroring her own moves.

She was then smashed right in her groin, the impact caused Katsumi to gasp out loudly in pain and slump down onto her knees, her hands went down to protect her now aching area. She let out a silent cry of pain from her mouth as she couldn't understand what was happening...if she was just so much weaker than this newcomer...

Misako wasn’t going to lie, there was some satisfaction in seeing her rival’s face as she didn’t even flinch after Katsumi’s attack to her groin. Retaliating in the same way while also showing how it was done had two main purposes, the first one being ascertaining her dominance and superiority on the match, and the second was crushing her rival’s hopes of success.

Still, there was some disappointment in Misako’s look as Katsumi fell to her knees, her arms trying to protect her hurt belly. The Dragon just wanted some fair challenge, and for her debut she had been pitted against a total pushover. Rolling her eyes in frustration, the ash haired knew at that point that her rival wasn’t going to be any challenge at all. “At least you tried, but you failed. Time to go.”, Misako said as she charged a powerful kick to the side of Katsumi’s head with a spinning motion!

Katsumi coughed and gasped for air as she was down on her knees, arms wrapped around her midsection as she tried to protect it and hold it tight to try and prevent the pain that was echoing through it for now. She shook her head and looked up at Katsumi as the woman before her spoke out. Gritting her teeth a bit, she soon saw that motion and the leg coming at her.

She had nothing she could do to stop it and took it cleanly to the side of her skull! Snapping her head to the side and forcing her body to follow along as she dropped onto her side, before rolling over onto her back with her arms spread.

It was undeniable that katsumi had tried, even Misako had to admit that, but themistake in that night’s match was in its own conception: one couldn’t make a sheep face a Dragon and expect it to do much more than cowering in a corner in wait for the final strike that would seal its fate, and that was exactly what Katsumi was in terms of willpower. Misako wasn’t one to judge her rivals’ personality, but she liked a good fight. The white haired believed that inside of a ring people’s real colors showed with strength, and even if she wasn’t going to judge Katsumi because of it, she knew the woman wasn’t at her level.

At that moment, seeing Katsumi fall like a switch turned off in her head, light of her eyes completely faded as she spread her body with her back on the mat, Misako knew the match was done. It wasn’t like her to show remorse while fighting, but for that woman she had some advice, if she was even there to listen. As Misako hooked one of Katsumi’s legs in a pin maneuver the Dragon spoke. “It is over. Save yourself some pain and let it happen. This wasn’t your match.”

Katsumi groaned as she laid on her back, arms spread and her chest heaving with each breath that she took. Her world had been rocked by kick she had taken right to the side of her head. Now she was pretty out of it and it looked as if Misako had planned to take advantage of that. Placing herself on top of the raven haired woman and hooking one of her legs.

Groaning out louder as she was pinned down and the referee would move in next to the two of them and start the pin count. She'd slap her hand down once....

"One!"

Followed by a second...

"Two!"

Raising her arm for the third time, the referee was stopped in her tracks as she was about to have the hand descend from the apex...as Katsumi's body would buck and shift, trying to kick out of the pin and shoot her right arm up into the air, shifting over onto her side to get her shoulder's off the canvas.

Up to that point the good Katsumi hadn’t proved to be a rival worthy of the Dragon. The woman was good spirited and the white haired Misako was sure that she had some strength in her, but nothing that could compare with the ruthlessness and fury of Misako. Both of them were in different leagues after all, so it was only logical that the Light got beaten like she was. Only three seconds more and her torture would end.

But fate has some sense of irony, and just before the count could reach three, Katsumi found some strength when it looked like all was lost fo her to break the pin and save herself from the loss! "Tch..." As she noticed this Misako arched a brow while she broke some space to get up. She may look calm and focus, but some part of her felt insulted, a stain in her pride that wouldn’t go easily. She let her rival get up while looking at her with a gaze that could paralyze even the most bold ones. Now katsumi was about to witness what happened when one would awaken the Dragon.