Hardcore rules! Damus vs Ninjette.

Damus was getting his senses back here, he was also getting an idea of what Ninjette's game plan was. Fast high risk moves, but if he could just get his hands on her he'd make her pay. That much was certain, cause payback was a bitch. And it was time to get started on it.

So when she shot out her elbow atop his head he kicked in, he put out both his hands and caught the elbow before it hit him. Playtime was over, now it was time to bring the dread on. With this in mind the Russian would fire off an elbow of his own, driving it into the unprotected ribs of Ninjette and harshly shoving her away after as he'd make to get back to his feet.

Ah, fuck. He caught her elbow. Sneaky Russian bastard, should have seen that coming.

She was wide open, and Damus took advantage of the situation in an instant, driving his elbow into her side and sending her rolling away with a violent shove. She tumbled away and stopped on her chest, holding her sides as security continued to push the crowd back. Nasty hit - he hadn't broken a rib, but with a few more shots like that he'd be damned close. Getting up was a very idea, preferably in an immediate-ish fashion.

She placed her hand on a nearby chair and started to push up, still nursing her side. "Hey, man, I know you're not used to being that close to a girl, but that's really not the proper way to react."

Damus merely rolled his eyes at Ninjette as she made her comment, it seemed like even when in pain she'd trash talk him. It reminded him of those little dogs that bark loudly that all the female celebrities carried around, how they were considered adorable he'd never know.

But regardless the Russian couldn't think of politics and the rich and famous right now, he still had to break his foe and win. He taken a good bit of punishment here, but he could take the hits and send them back. He was starting to reconsider his fighting location, namely because he needed to have Ninjette in the ring to score a pin. The stipulations didn't say falls count anywhere, so he figured it was best to try and get near the squared circle.

With that in mind Mr Kirenko would move to grab Ninjette, one hand on her head and hair. The other on her shirt as he'd try to force her to get back near the ring.

And again with people grabbing her by the damn hair. She didn't mind it so much when Johnny did it because he was such a nice guy - it all balanced out. But having this asshole yank at her strands was just damned annoying. From the looks of things, he was trying to drag her back into the ring to finish her off. Made sense. Even though this was a hardcore match, they still had to finish off the right way. She would have had to drag the big lug back in there eventually, too. It was inevitable.

That didn't mean she was going quietly, though. No, she'd make every inch as big a pain in his ass as she could.

Using strikes on Damus would be tricky, even with her speed. Hitting him just anywhere wouldn't do, she would have to be choosy with her targets, make them count, go for the soft spots...like the joints, for instance. As the neared the barricades, Kozue put one of her hands around his wrist to keep it steady, then threw two quick strikes beneath his elbow, right in the crux of his arm with the muscles ended.

Damus was busy dragging Kozue's backside to the ring so he could finish her off, and he wasn't paying much attention as he moved to the ringside with her. And then he felt the pain in his elbow, and the numbness that it ensued.

"Fuckkkkkk!" the Russian yelled out, now that hurt more than a blow to the chest for sure. But he had hold of Ninjette now and he wasn't planning on letting go of her just yet, the Russian considered that to be folly for certain.

So with that in mind Damus would step forward and then use the momentum to fling Ninjette towards the nearest ringside post. Not at the steps as he reckoned the ninja girl would manipulate that to her advantage for certain, but they'd both be nearer the ring and that would be vital in winning the match.

Judging from the somewhat silly way he coursed, Damus would be feeling that blow in the morning. And the afternoon. And the night. And the morning after...

Despite the pain, though, he was determined to get her back to the ride, and he kept dragging her along, his grip solid. Kozue started to look up, preparing to give him a good chop right in the neck from below, a surefire way to get him off, but he sprung into action before she had the chance, sending her careening towards the nearest post and putting some of his weight behind it.

She hit dead on, her face smacking right on the post and filling her nostrils with the smell of fresh blood as she slumped down to one knee. Her head hung low, she had to lean on the post for support, breathing heavy. "Son of a bitch..." She groaned, wiping some blood off her nose as a headache started to rage through her skull.

Damus got Ninjette there, and when he saw the blood he knew he was at the advantage here. His opponent was stunned here, now if he could just get her in the ring then he could attempt to get the win. The Russian would move towards Kozue and bring her to a standing position, forcing her into the ring and then he'd roll under the bottom rope also.

"You can quit now if you wish, or don't. I care not either way." he said aloud as he entered the ring, standing up as he talked. This was typical of a guy like Damus, he could start giving a monologue. This prepared speech about inevitable his victory will be, and how the world will soon be his! Etc and so forth.

Blood wasn't exactly a new thing to Kozue. She'd spilled more than a few pints in her short lifetime - some her own, most from others. Those days were behind her, long behind, but that didn't mean she forgot those old, familiar feelings. The smell brought back memories. Mostly bad ones.

Damus didn't give her time to dwell, though, forcing her back into the ring under the bottom rope. She kept rolling and made her way to the other side, pulling herself up while she spat away some blood that had seeped into her mouth.

She stared at him a moment as he approached, then shook her head, laughing under her breath. "You know, it's really kind of amazing." She slapped her and sniffed, sucking up some blood. "You're strong. Tall. Tough, got to admit. But despite all that, you still talk like a little bitch. How do you pull it off? Practice?"

Damus merely looked down on Ninjette with contempt "Hmph, he probably let you win. He always was too focused on chivalry." he said aloud. It sure didn't look too good for Ninjette here, and that hadn't gone unnoticed in a VIP lounge high up.

"I've seen enough, we're going down there." Ryan said, soon as he saw the blood that was it. He knew Kozue could handle herself but he just couldn't stand by after that.

"Yay! We get to meet this unknown rival of yours!" Lucy said.

"What was I thinking? Joining up with the pair of you." John Carnaby muttered as the trio left the lounge, Mr Knight got himself a microphone from a nearby stage hand as they did so.

Back in the ring Damus was stepping forward, intent on breaking Kozue with his offense. And then he heard a loud voice.

"OI! Arsehole!" Ryan shouted out as the trio walked down the steps, fans tapping their outfits as they walked down.

The Russian's eyes went wide and he saw red "Oh you are dead Ryan Knight, you are a dead man!" he yelled out as he instantly got out the ring and made his way through the crowd. With the security making room for him. In his anger the Russian had completely forgotten about his opponent, which could allow Ninjette time to breathe.

Kozue had been joking earlier - a lot - about Damus' attraction Ryan, but she was honestly starting to wonder if there wasn't a small grain of truth to it. The exact second Ryan showed up, he seemed to completely forget she even existed, like they weren't even in a match anymore. He just left the ring, flat out ignoring. She was a little insulted, truth be told.

If this wasn't a no-countout match, she'd be inclined to just let the ref do her job and win the match that way. It wouldn't make for a good match, but it would say her on Aspirin, if nothing else. But no - he could walk to his damn house and have dinner and the match would still be on. Yippee. She had to follow.

But she didn't have to follow without a plan. She saw her chain and his kendo stick laying off to the side from earlier, still wrapped up, and she moved over to get her own weapon...until it occurred to her that his might be better. Definitely easier to sneak up on him with.

She took the kendo stick and followed him out of the ring, sticking close as she went.