| Myuki Azzukara vs the Machine; Our first match | |
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| frisco | Nov 26 2009, 12:53 AM Post #1 |
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The lights were low. The wrestling ring set in a dark corner of an abandoned warehouse. The only person in attendance, an old Japanese man with a plaid wool vest and beanie, peered through the camera as Myuki entered the room. Myuki smiled warmly at the man, taking a seat on a bench as she glanced at her watch. It was midnight and Ms. Lee was supposed to arrive twenty minutes ago. Myuki considered leaving, but the promised $2000 for the match was to much money to give up that easily. She leaned back on the bench, sighing in relief when the door opened and Myuri Lee entered the room. A chill ran down her spine when she saw who she was with. "You must be Ms. Azzukara. I have heard a great deal about you." "Thank you Ms. Lee. I got your email yesterday. The plane to Los Angeles was the first booking I could find." Myuri smiled, nodding as she handed an envelope to Myuki. The young Asian gratefully accepted the letter, smiling nervously as she ripped it open and studied the check. "The two thousand dollars is acceptible?" "Oh yes. It certainly is." Myuki's face turned solemn. She cast a wary glance at the massive woman standing in Lee's shadows. She had a good idea who her opponent was going to be. "There is one slight change in plans. You see i've decided to add a stipulation to the contest." "a...stipulation?" Myuri smiled sinisterly, nodding as she snatched the check from Myuki's hand. "In order for you to claim these funds you must last five minutes with your opponent--to make sure this match is an actual match." "b--b--but...." "...and your opponent is right here..." Myuri gently ran her fingers over the Machines powerful bicep. "...Good luck...the match will begin now..." Myuki swallowed nervously, her eye's growing wide as the machine entered the ring. "You may ring the bell." ![]() The Machine ![]() Myuki Azzukara |
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| frisco | Nov 26 2009, 01:03 AM Post #2 |
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Thud! The Machine snapped back Myuki's head with a vicious boot before she even entered the ring. The hispanic powerhouse grabbed Azzukara by the scruff of the neck and the seat of her leotards, tossing her under the rope as if she were a rag doll. The machine grabbed Myuki's long, black ponytail, dragging her neck over the ring apron and firing a clubbing blow to her throat that had Azzukara gasping for air. Myuri Lee clapped her hands, smiling as the Machine rolled under the bottom rope. Another woman, a young, shapely blonde with a stripped shirt tied around her mid-waste, a black bikini and white sneakers, entered the ring as the official referee for the contest. She glanced at Myuki, chuckled, and leaned on the ropes as Machine jerked the Korean beauty to her feet. Machine wrapped her arms, which were as thick as Myuki's legs, around the Asians midsection and clamped on a punishing bear hug. Myuki began to mutter something, but the Machine jerked her around so violently that the young Korean couldn't get a word out. CRASH! The Machine slammed Myuki onto her thigh, sending a vicious spine buster that rolled Myuki's eyes. Machine followed up with a short armed clothesline that dropped Azzukara hard on the mat. The Koreans head bounced off the canvas, legs quivering on impact. It looked as if Machine could pin her then and there, a twenty second match that would not cost Myuri Lee a penny. |
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| Myuri Lee | Nov 26 2009, 01:24 AM Post #3 |
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The Machine glanced at Myuri, who smiled as she craddled her chin in her hands. Lee had long, red nails that glittered even in the darkened warehouse. "Make an example out of her." Machine smiled. She reached down, grabbing Azzukara by the hair, and riffling her across the ring to the corner turn buckle. The Machine dropped to a two point stance, shooting across the ring and crashing hard into the Koreans midsection. Myuki gulped air, a geyser of spittle shooting from her mouth as her head again snapped back. The Machine fired a vicious series of kicks to Myuki, drilling her into the corner as the defenseless Korean convulsed with each kick. Myuri yawned, glancing at her watch as the Machine jerks Myuki up by the hair. She lifted Azzukara by both hands, suspending her mid air as Myuki desperately tried to get her feet on the ground. The referee ignored the blatand--potentially dangeorus--choke as she yawned at the carnage. Myuri rose from her seat, brushing her hair back as she turned towards the Machine. "Terminate her." |
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| frisco | Nov 26 2009, 01:41 AM Post #4 |
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The Machine scooped up Myuki, tossing her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then inverted her--cinching on the belly to belly embrace of the inverted pile driver as the blood began to rush to Azzukara's head. The Machine locked on a python-like squeeze, locking the Korean's head in her knees as Myuki's bare legs waved helplessly in the air. The Machine spun Azzukara around a few times, then spiked her head onto the canvas with ring shaking impact. SPLAT! Myuki dropped to the mat, convulsing weaking as the Machine leaned over her. A wide grin creased the Machine's face. She folded the Koreans arms over her chest, her mighty triceps bulging as she pressed Azzukara against the mat with far more power than needed. The Machines long, black hair cascaded over Azzukara's chest--which was barely rising--as the referee dropped to the mat to check the pin. She took her time, investigating both shoulders to make certain that Azzukara was flush against the canvas. She glanced at the Asian's face, her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth agap, slack jawed. She raised her hand, and started a slow, deliberate count. ONE! TWO! THREE! The Machine grimaced. "Five" The referee complied. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! She could have counted to five hundred. Azzukara was not getting up. Outside the ring Myuri clapped in appreciation. She picked up the check, tearing it too peices, then tossing it on the warehouse floor. The Machine stood over Myuki, raising her hand in the air as the Korean lie unconscious on the floor. The Machine looked down at her opponent, studying her prone body for a long time, as Myuri headed towards her charge. "Bring her with you. She is your present." The Machine reaching down and grabbing hold of the Koreans pony tail. She raised Azzukara off the mat, hoisting her up and slinging over her shoulder, then heading out of the ring. As the group left the warehouse, the old camera operator turned off the camera. Fade to black. |
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