Who wears it better? - Moon Sin-Jae Vs Yumi Kuruoshī

Those kicks sure had quite a good amount of force behind them, as well as precision, and even a bit of it’s own elegance. It was clear the Korean woman was great at attacking with  her lower body, training a lot, maybe even being a master at it. But that’s why the maniac was enjoying it, if it was someone else there’s a chance they wouldn’t hit as hard with such skillful attacks.

Attacks enough to send her tumbling around and sending amounts of pain through that body of hers, powerful enough to knock a good amount of others out. However, not Yumi, she was stubborn, crazy and even durable to get back up, being a physical and emotional punching bag for years made her quite ‘annoying’ to deal with. Strong pain, strong pleasure, that was what the masochist was enjoying the most out of this match, but wasn’t enough, the bun-haired blonde had to pay her opponent back for such hits.

Luckily her little imitation of her rival’s pose to mock her was enough of a distraction, leaving her open, the perfect opportunity to strike. And the wannabe kidnapper also had strong legs…

Running, the answer to her legs being decent was because of running, kicking the ground at full force to boost her full force forward, jumping high into the air and even sometimes actually kicking people. Why? For survival. Her backstory not being the kindest ever and thus to survive she had to get good at something. Unfortunately, that didn’t help the situation that her upper body strength was quite bad, her punches rivaling ones of an untrained person.

But it didn't matter…

Yumi’s wide grin appeared once again, feeling her leg crashing into something, her hit finally landing a decent hit on her, either blocked or not, with the moment she gathered it could still do some damage. Couldn’t help but let a few laughs off seeing the martial artist crash into the ropes, even after she blocked, after all now she only seemed like a wall that could fall with enough force.

Her opponent sure was skillful and stronger and with those beautiful strong skills and Yumi felt a bit jealous of someone that seemed to master such art. Of course, that was from a perception of a newbie, someone who doesn’t even know how to perform such powerful and elegant stunts as they should be done, instead pulling cheap copies and making up as it goes along. At least it would’ve if the person cared about that, but the bun-haired blonde didn’t care about that, only that her own skills could be enough to kick another woman's asses.

“C’mon. Don’t tell me all of that was all you co-!” Her phrase was cut short after seeing her opponent’s reaction. It was a generic mocking sentence to piss her opponent off, but it seemed that it wasn’t necessary as Sin-Jae shot at her with the added momentum of the ropes towards her. With each step, Yumi felt like a crushing force getting closer, an intimidating aura getting her off guard, her instincts screaming for her to go on the defense. The maniac didn’t have any training in fighting or anything, so she stuck with using instincts like an animal and when these were screaming to block or even run, it meant it was serious.

Not wasting any time, the kidnapper raised her hand to her face almost immediately to attempt to block her opponent, being scared of getting hit square in the face, leaving any other place unprotected. To her surprise, the South Korean woman didn’t go straight to the face, first stomping right on her chest with a direct hit, her lungs going empty and her weakening her strength, and feeling being pushed back by the force of the kick, before being smacked again, this time right through her weak guard. Even though she managed to block the hit, Yumi almost felt as if she didn’t block it at all, her weak arm being crushed into her face forced by her opponent's kick, feeling her body going airborne for a second, flying for a few centimeters, before landing and sliding across the ring for another few centimeters, before stopping. The japanese woman couldn’t help but let out a few moans and blushed due to the pain, laying on the ground feeling as if she was sent flying by a car.