Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue's eye still stung but it was negated by the sensation of control. She'd never admit it, but having an upper hand as she did now was a very sensual thing to her. The control she had over her opponent in this situation was so satisfying. She didn't intend to waste the opportunity, while Amethyst writhed to and fro, Inoue leaned her weight downwards, increasing the pressure of her clamping legs, and wrenching as hard as she could with her hands. She was out to make Amethyst into a defenseless punching bag. The goal was to weaken her to the point where she could only offer minimal resistance, then break her completely. Inoue let out a shivery laugh, the ecstasy she felt had only increased when her opponent screamed.

"I told you, you're nothing. Give up now, little tramp." Inoue had every intention of breaking Amethyst, and instead of trying to maintain the hold endlessly, she made the hold as intense as possible, breaking on her own accord, when she assumed she had done a good deal of damage.

Tramp. That damn word. For Amethyst, it was almost as bad as whore. She bit her lip to stifle her screaming, biting it so hard through her pain she began to draw a tiny bit of blood, slowly trickling down her chin. She hated Inoue. She hated anyone that could cause her pain like this, anyone that could make her look weak. The bitch was going to pay for this. Amethyst just had to break free.

Trying to ignore the great pain coursing through her arm, Amethyst would try to flex her arm back again the hold, trying to make it harder for Inoue to pull back on it. At the same time, she would try to roll over again, balling up a fist with her free hand once more. She knew Inoue was out of her range, she knew she couldn't reach her face, but...she had other options.

The pained expression on her face suddenly shifted, now into an angry glare, and Amethyst would suddenly let out a scream, this time one of anger, as opposed to her earlier pain. Drawing back her fist, she would send it shooting forward, aiming it dead-on at Inoue's knee. Once it hit, she would pull it back and go for another punch to the knee, then another. She was either going to force Inoue to let her go, or mess up her knee instead. Either way, it was alright with Amethyst.

Inoue smiled ear to ear, a menacing grin, she peaked over her shoulder. Her anger had subsided entirely, and now she was just enjoying kicking Amethyst's ass. Anytime she could flaunt her ability, it pleased her greatly. "Are you ready to quit, hmm? Say the words and I'll put you out of your misery." Inoue was loving the showing she was making, it would serve to intimidate many, she hoped. Regardless, she hadn't forgotten the threat her opponent presented. The moment the first knee strike made contact, Inoue yelped. Amethyst packed a good punch. As much as Inoue appreciated the power, she hated it at the moment, that arm would be next. Inoue tried increasing the pressure, but only managed to minimally before the third shot to her knee connected and ended up forcing her to move. She cut all ties to her opponent and sprung upright.

Inoue was annoyed by the persistence, but not as angry as she'd rendered Amethyst. Assuming that Amethyst was to stand, Inoue would wait for Amethyst to stand, the minute she did so, Inoue would attempt to get Amethyst in a lock-up grapple.

Amethyst wouldn't be standing, not yet. She knew that was a stupid idea, knew she wasn't in condition to go head to head with Inoue again, not just yet. Instead, she would roll away from her, towards the other side of the ring, near the ropes, and climb up to one knee, glaring across at Inoue. She cradled her hurt arm against herself, rubbing it gently with her good one to nurse some health back into it, never once taking her eyes off her opponent.

"Bitch..." She muttered under her breath, thinking on her next move as she kept a wary eye out.

Inoue smiled, seeing her opponent avoid her. Inoue looked at Amethyst with a condescending expression, nose in the air once more. Everything about her air seemed to say, 'I'm better than you'. Inoue knew there's be retaliation soon, she took a deep breath, trying to predict what Amethyst would do. She intended to gain the upper hand again instantly, no better way to demoralize her opponent than showing her that she stood no chance. She wanted Amethyst to realize that it was hopeless. She made a slow stride towards Amethyst, stopping where she deemed safe. She anticipated the moment where her opponent stood, then she'd encroach on her space.

Seeing how close Amethyst was to the corner anyways, Inoue lay in wait, hoping to bull her into it when she stood. The smile didn't come off of her face, she was enjoying this fight and was eager to get back to it.. "Get up, I'm not done humbling you yet." Inoue phrased it in a much more humane way than what she wanted to do. She wasn't stupid though, she knew this was still a fight, far from a victor being named.

As Inoue began to stride towards her, Amethyst slowly rose back up to her feet, giving her hurt arm a light shake. It still hurt like the dickens, but...it was bearable. She just had to keep Inoue from working it over like that again.

She began to back away from the woman approached. She wasn't completely ready yet to deal with her, but Inoue wasn't giving her a choice. She glanced back over her shoulder, then back to Inoue, letting out a soft curse. Another few steps, and she WOULD be trapped in the corner.

Heh, screw it... Amethyst thought to herself. No pain, no gain, and all that bullshit...

Once she heard Inoue's words, she started to grin. Humbling her? How crazy was this woman? Not as crazy as she was, she thought. Giving her arm one more shake, she locked eyes with Inoue, then, suddenly lunge at her, dropping down as she neared her. They were close enough to the corner, that Amethyst had an idea she hoped that would work. She hoped Inoue wouldn't expect her to drop down, as she lunged her legs out and tried to catch her in a drop toe hold, hoping to force her to fall forward, right against the metal post of the corner!

Inoue noted the smile her opponent had, and it made her want to maim Amethyst to the point where she no longer able to. Inoue's expression darkened, she intended to meet her charge and push back, but it was not to be. The sudden drop was something Inoue hadn't accounted for. Inoue pawed at the air desperately, the move went much as intended Inoue only able to turn her head so that she didn't break her nose on the impact. Her short, black hair obscured her view of the looming metal post, it hit her already damaged eye. "ah!" she gasped briefly at the impact, her head crashed with an impact. Both of her hands held onto the ropes, subconsciously she knew that she would have fallen down other wise. The minute she was able to collect the faintest of her wits, she spun around, one hand over her eye, the pain was excruciating, had she revealed it, the bottom eyelid would be seen as a purple, bruised mess. It was small in diameter, but the eyelid was dark and clearly she'd be aching for a few days.

Inoue let the hand fall, she growled with anger and wanted to return the favor. She quickly moved both hands to her opponent, one reaching for her hair, which she'd use to jerk Amethysts head forward, the other coming out in a vicious arch that would be directed towards Amethyst's eye.

The sick sound of Inoue crashing into the turnbuckle was sweet music to Amethyst's ears. She hopped back up to her feet, grinning towards her. "Now who's the pathetic one, bitch?" She laughed, watching Inoue turn back to her. Inoue had gotten lucky with her arm before, but from here on out Amethyst planned on paying her back a hundredfold for it.

The sight of her eye as Inoue lowered her hand was even better, causing Amethyst to grin even wider, a sick, cruel expression, filled with an evil delight at the way Inoue's eye looked. She didn't have time to appreciate her work for long though, as she felt Inoue's hand grabbing roughly at her long hair.

"Let me go!" She screamed, shaking her head back and forth. She reached up in front of her face to grab Inoue's arm, in an attempt to pry her hold loose...which, had an ironic bit of timing to it, blocking Inoue's strike to her face right before it could hit her eye. The impact was still painful though, causing Amethyst to lower her bad arm, which just happened to be the one the woman struck. She let out a cry, hugging it against herself as once more, pain began to rush through it.

Inoue was in pain, there was no denying that. Her eye was half shut, though she could open it all the way if she so chose, it was too painful to do so however.
Inoue's knuckles made contact with Amethyst's bad arm, impeccable timing indeed. Inoue cracked a small smile, though she was trying to get used to her new wound which seemed to promise constant agony. Inoue was beyond caring about skill now, she just had to beat Amethyst, she refused to let up. Seeing that her arm dropped, she took full advantage of the opportunity. Trying to slip behind her opponent. When she did so, she'd try hooking both arms into a full-nelson, putting further stress on her arms, now focusing on shoulders. She didn't want to deal with many more of Amethysts strikes.

She opted to immobilize her opponent, Inoue didn't like how even they were in the striking department.

As hurt as her arm was, Amethyst knew she was in trouble if Inoue managed to get a hold on her. Biting her lip again to help her focus on ignoring the pain, she noticed Inoue slipping around behind her. The moment she did, however, Amethyst slammed her head straight backwards, trying to land a sort of headbutt right into the middle of Inoue's face to stop her before she could grab her into the full nelson.