Asuka Kazama Ryona
Club Regular
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2018
“This is who I’m up against?! Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” was Marduk’s reaction as he stepped into the ring and saw his opponent. Standing across him was a beautiful, athletic-looking woman who was almost a full foot shorter than her. She wore a short brown sleeveless top that showed off her toned midriff, a short denim skirt, and brown thigh-high boots. On her head was a headdress with a feather on it, and her hair ran down her back in twin braids. There was a smile on her face as she got into her fighting stance and looked up at Marduk, undaunted by their size difference.
“Fight me before you run your mouth! I was invited to this event same as you, tough guy.” Julia Chang looked over to a cameraman by the fence and saw him count down to signal the camera rolling. Bouncing on her toes, Julia winked at Marduk and blew a kiss at the camera. Marduk saw this and scoffed.
“You might want to turn the cameras off so no one sees your ass get handed to you.”
“You sure you’re concerned about me, and not yourself?”
FIGHT!
As soon as the ringside announcer called for the match to start, Craig Marduk rushed Julia with surprising speed. Taken by surprise and unable to sidestep his tackle, Julia instinctively crouched. She clung to Marduk and shifted her weight, using his momentum to throw him sideways and increase the distance between them. Though she avoided the tackle, the maneuver left Julia off balance. In a split second, her eyes darted around, looking for an edge.
Seeing that Marduk still had his back to her, she backed up against the ropes, using them to propel her forward. Running at him, she planted a heavy boot and stomped at Marduk’s muscular back making him fall forward. The crowd cheered for the underdog, not expecting this turn of events, but Julia knew she had to get her hits in early if she wanted a chance of surviving against this beast. She looked down at her opponent, his back was broad as all hell. This would be cake. She steeled herself and jumped intending to land on his spine with her full weight—
“Ungh!!” Julia’s back hit the ground hard. Marduk had rolled over at the last second, grabbing both Julia’s ankles and slamming her down with her own weight.
In a second, his frame overwhelmed hers. She raised her forearms in front of her to protect herself, blocking a punch aimed at her face that would’ve knocked her for a loop if it hit her cleanly. Just like that, the tables turned. Marduk was mounted on her body now, wailing at her while she lay supine on the ground.
“GUUUHGK!!” A punch snuck past Julia’s guard and hit her right temple, rocking her head to the side. She bent her knees and planted her feet on the canvas to try and force the man off her, but it was useless. As much as she pressed her lower body into his, he would not budge.
“You think it’s easy, huh? You think you can beat me?” Julia grit her teeth in pain as another heavy punch slammed down on her guard, keeping her on the defensive and on the ground. Marduk was not fast, but he was strong, each punch utilizing the power of his massive frame. Her arms started to sting as Marduk relentlessly battered them, and then all of a sudden, the punches stopped.
“You aren’t on my level— you don’t know anything!” Julia’s head shot up and as a heavy blow impacted the very center of her bare stomach. She was forced to drop her guard in shock, and the edges of her vision darkened from the pain. Her firm abs were inadequate protection from the sheer power of Marduk’s fists, and the pain from her tummy getting smashed stunned her. Marduk immediately grabbed the straps of her top and pulled her in fast to hit her with a brutal headbutt.
“Stop!” Julia finally screamed and Marduk got off her, as if indulging her plea. She only had a moment to cough and catch her breath before the man pulled Julia up with him. He threw up a knee into her belly that doubled her over and made her choke on her spit. She gagged audibly, making even the audience members wince. But Marduk wasn’t done, he kneed Julia in the gut again, and again, and again.
“AUUGH!!” “GAHHH!!”
Julia was lost in a world of pain as Marduk beat down the gorgeous fighter beneath him with no remorse whatsoever. After one last kneelift, he grabbed Julia’s hair with one hand to stand her upright, and with the other hand he threw up a crushing uppercut straight to her chin.
“AAAAAAHH!!!!”
The uppercut was enough to throw Julia’s head back while her knees buckled, but right before she could crash back into the ground under the force of gravity, Marduk elbowed between her shoulder blades to do it himself. Julia hardly had the strength to keep up, let alone fight back.
He knelt down on her back, pinning her down with a heavy knee “I’ll show you how to get beat,” he growled. It was a pitiful reversal of what Julia was aiming for at the beginning of the match, but that seemed worlds away from her now. Against the gritty floor, Julia’s ear was flattened, her breasts crushed, and her mouth forced agape. Her eyes struggled to open, so she kept them closed out of fear.
Marduk made sure not to shift his weight off of Julia as he took both her wrists in one hand. Then, with his palm on the back of her head, he simultaneously pulled her arms and pushed her face to the floor of the ring. Her lips burned against the offwhite mat. Julia tried to resist, but Marduk only dug his knee deeper into her back. It became clear to Julia that resisting would only make him more forceful, and the joints of her shoulders became white hot with pain.
“OUUUGHHH!!”
He continued to press her face against the rough canvas but let go of her arms, letting them fall down to her sides. Julia gasped, her lips and cheeks red from being pushed down, her eyes bright from unshed tears. Yet there was no relief as Marduk continued, reaching behind him for one of her ankles. Julia could feel her leg being lifted as she was being spread open, right in the view of the camera. She cried out and tried to twist away, but he refused to let go. Julia gathered her remaining strength and made the mistake of attempting to close her legs.
“I swear to god, if you try to resist one more time I will knock you out and take your top as a prize.” And so she lay there, humiliated for all her goading. As the pain mounted in the muscles of her thighs and stomach Julia wailed. It quivered under the skin where he held her and he pulled harder still, sending waves more. She wanted to curl up into a ball. But he refused to let her move— not a finger, not even an eyelid unless he willed her.
Time seemed suspended there, but Marduk eventually let go of her ankle. But Julia knew she could no longer escape. Her nerves had become tangled, so that every sensation flooded her head with a new kind of pain. The glare of the lights behind her closed eyelids, the feeling of her headband tugging at her hair, even Marduk’s breaths behind her made her face wince in fear. Her neck no longer supported her head as Marduk wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her up. Her braids fell forward into her face as he propped her against the ropes. Her stomach and neck were pink from rubbing against the canvas, but Marduk walked to the other side of the ring, not one to care.
Slapping his fist into his hand, he ran at the marrionetted figure and dealt her one last blow. He punched her belly straight on, and her eyes shot open in pain. The impact was enough to make Julia choke and slump over Marduk’s extended arm. She lost consciousness then, falling to the ground face up. Her limbs splayed out, and her breasts pooled as she lay on her back. The face of the cocky girl was uncharacteristically peaceful, as Marduk looked down at her. It was an undeniable picture of defeat, but Marduk knew victory was his from the moment the match began.
