Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue was dissatisfied with how easily her improvised defenses were toppled. She couldn't resist the whipping motion that sent her hurdling toward the ropes at a rapid pace. These moves were common among pros, her opponent had perhaps, a better understanding of the style. Inoue didn't deny being a novice to such tactics, as she'd only experienced very direct forms of fighting in her past competitions. She couldn't quite see what was coming next, and that was perhaps what disturbed and frustrated her the most.

She growled her displeasure and clung to the ropes on the opposite side, back exposed this time as she was preoccupied with how she'd be attacking rather than defending. In her moment of vulnerability, she simply tried to recollect her wits again, finding that being forced into these running motions had grown disorienting. She got to a level base once more and was half prepared, though she hadn't yet turned.

This was her chance. Amethyst's face broke into a wide, delighted grin when she saw how vulnerable Inoue was now. She stepped towards her quickly, a hop in her step, one hand reaching up to her hair ribbon, giving it a sharp pull. It came loose easily, her long hair falling free as she took one end in each hand, stretching it tightly between her fists.

Once she approached Inoue, she reached over her head with the ribbon, pulling it tight against her neck, using it as a sort of garrote to begin choking her, to begin strangling her with it. Anything goes was the rules, and she intended to take full advantage of this, putting a fair bit of strength into this as she pulled it tight against Inoue's neck, hoping to get a pleasing reaction from her.

Inoue had just recollected her thoughts, pushing off the ropes and planning on coming back strong on her opponent, until she felt the shock of something warping around her neck. "Wha- You cowar-" Her words were broken by a cough, she realized she'd wasted a breath by speaking, one she might desperately need. This was a bad situation, it was already apparent that she'd be unrelenting, if she held this advantage long, Inoue might faint. She was an excellent fighter, well conditioned and everything, it wasn't the asphyxiation that had her panicked, it was the fact that she might be vulnerable later on in the fight if she wasted too much energy in her opponents clutches.

Inoue began to wriggle with no real significant movement until she'd adjusted to the situation. Her face already flushing to a faint shade of pink. She didn't want to expend much energy, but she began to reach for Amethysts head, trying to wrap her long arms around them. Should she succeed, she planned on attempting to flip Amethyst over her shoulder, she was relying mostly on momentum and less on her strength which she feared would dwindle down after too long.

Amethyst grinned with cruel delight as she peeked around, watching the color of Inoue's face shift to it's pink tone. This was perfect, she was exactly where Amethyst wanted her. She gave the tight ribbon a jerk, a twist, pulling Inoue back from the ropes as she did so, clicking her tongue at the woman.

"Coward?" She hissed, her voice sounding just as cruel as her actions were, her ladylike facade dropped at this point. "Anything goes, bitch...remember?" She jerked back on the ribbon again, then tilted her head slightly back, closing her eyes and starting to laugh at Inoue's helpless situation.

Or rather, she would have been laughing, until the woman's arms flew up and grabbed her around her head. Her eyes snapped back open, Amethyst glaring at Inoue, her grip naturally loosening on the ribbon as she was overcome by surprise. She didn't expect Inoue to try to turn things around, not yet, not like this!

And of course, as she stood there in shock, Inoue would suddenly jerk forward, flipped Amethyst over in front of her. The purple haired woman landed with a soft thud in front of her, falling onto her ass, loosely holding her improvised weapon in one hand now as she tried to figure out what had just happened.

Inoue was shocked herself, that she'd managed to get out. She had always opted to nip holds in the bud, one of her specialized areas being just that. Instantly, Inoue recalled the disrespect her opponent had payed her with her words. No one had gotten away with calling Inoue anything like that, and Amethyst wouldn't either. Inoue masked her irritation and tried to kick her downed opponent in the head. Hard. Whether or not she further dazed Amethyst, she'd attempt to turn her violet eyed opponent to her stomach, getting her prone for payback. Inoue was annoyed enough by the comments that she had no intention of letting up, unusual for her when she was generally the evasive type.

Inoue smirked a bit and graced Amethyst with a reply.
"A bitch am I? Hmm, You'll regret that, pathetic little whore." Inoue seldom spoke vulgar words, she in fact seldom spoke. But now that she was finding that her opponent was in her league, she felt a need to constantly preserver her ego, even if it was through mind games, which she hated.

Amethyst lurched forward as Inoue's foot smashed her in the head. She let out a pained sound, a noise like a wild animal being kick in the side. It wasn't pleasing on the ears to hear, not at all. Didn't help that the kick was hard enough to leave her dazed enough for Inoue to pull her back and roll her onto her stomach. She lied there for a moment, reeling in pain, then slowly began to push up to her hands and knees.

It wasn't until she heard Inoue's words that she would fully snap out of her daze.

"W...whore...?" She snarled, tilting her head upwards towards Inoue. She hated that word, hated it with a burning passion. "N...no one calls me a fucking whore..." She continued, straightening up to her knees. She glared up at Inoue, her eyes burning with a cold hate now, then, suddenly, she lunged up at her opponent, trying to ram her shoulder into her stomach and take her down to the mat, her face twisting in a rage filled expression now. "NO ONE CALLS ME A FUCKING WHORE, YOU BITCH!" She screamed as she tried to tackle her, her sense of reason slipping from her mind as she began to fill with fury as Inoue's words.

Inoue smiled as she'd gotten her opponent where she wanted her. She thought she could end it there, she had a plan to put Amethyst through a memorable, immense amount of pain. Inoue's eyes widened however, she realized she'd gotten to her opponent. That was good, or it would have been. She seemed to be no stranger to aggression and showed a fair amount of sensibility with her moves. Inoue found herself falling back, succumbing to the sudden launching of her opponent, the impact being more than enough to knock her down and cause her some pain in the stomach. Inoue was a bit winded, but she knew not to go back to the defensive, that'd be an idiotic move, as she'd eventually be overwhelmed. No, she had to coax Amethyst into wasting all of her energy.

Inoue tried to mask the discomfort with a smirk. "Is that all you have... whore?" she liked her opponent angry, the aggression had made her all the more attractive. Still, she didn't waste her time on gawking, she'd have plenty of time to do that when Amethyst was broken at her feet. Inoue sprung forward, sitting upright quickly and trying to toss her weight at Amethyst, trying to get her back down onto the mat. If successful, she'd go for her opponents arm, hoping to catch a hold and set a hold up as she regained her breath.

"I've got more than you can take, bitch!" Amethyst yelled back at Inoue, starting to rise again after her tackle. She wouldn't make it too far though, Inoue's weight crashing into her and forcing her to drop down onto her back. She winced lightly as she felt Inoue take hold of one of her arms, but she was riled up now. She was pissed, and she wasn't going to let Inoue take any kind of advantage over her.

Quickly she tried to twist her body towards Inoue, launching a wild punch with her other hand towards her, trying to smash it right into her face in hopes of getting her to let go!

Inoue laughed at her opponents words, glad she was continually getting angrier. "Oh? Well where is that? Right now all I see is a pathetic excuse of a wrestler." Inoue hadn't ever been one for this talk, but Amethyst had managed to get under her skin, just enough to prompt the taunting. She felt that she was better, and she intended to prove it, though the match thus far had been an even struggle. Inoue achieved her goal, grasping her opponents arm, she smirked as she quickly slid the arm between her legs and was just beginning to apply a hold with her hands. She had begun to wrench at her opponents hand, all too focused on applying the hold. Amethyst's fist seemed to appear from thin air, clipping Inoue's nose and eye. A flash of white shot through her head as it snapped back and bounced off the mat. She'd seldom been hit like that, not bare fisted especially. It led to an instant headache, her eye socket likely bruised, as it stung fiercely.

That had fully set Inoue off as well, though she was more elegant in her anger, she had sadistic plans and wouldn't get careless, so that she may see the plans through. Inoue's grasp on the arm had loosened when she took the hit, but she would try to reassert it as soon as possible,the arm between her legs again, she'd twist her opponents arm and bend it upwards, the opposite direction of her elbows bend. A dangerous submission that would be hard to maintain. Knowing this, she tried to keep her head out of striking range and maintain the hold just long enough to take the power out of the limb.

Amethyst began to scream as Inoue started to twist her arm upwards. It was a shrill sound, almost terrifying to hear. She kicked her legs in pain, closing her eyes and shaking her head back and forth. She was going to get Inoue for this. She would going to make her suffer.

For now, though, Inoue had her firmly trapped by it, and it didn't seem like she was going anywhere at the moment.