Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue's eyes widened, the confidence was wiped from her face. She grunted loudly and felt herself being driven down to the ground. It took what little breath she had left, away. Winded for the time, Inoue was extremely desperate. The idea crossed her mind to roll underneath the apron of the ring, before she could be hurt. She dry heaved a little from the impact. She needed air. Inoue would try rolling to safety underneath the ring to regain her breath, assuming she wasn't caught in the process.

Amethyst hopped back up after the spear. She grinned down at Inoue, but that grin dropped right off her face when she saw the woman trying to roll under the ring.

"Oh no you don't!" She shrieked down at her, raising her foot up high. She brought it down in a hard stomp towards Inoue, then another, hoping this would stun her and keep her from getting under the ring. If it did, she would keep stomping at Inoue, trying to stomp her so that she was face down on the floor. Then, she would raise her belt up high, bringing it straight down into the small of Inoue's back, trying to finally get a hit in with it!

Inoue found herself completely defenseless for the first time, ever. She was trying to regain her breath, but to do so, she had to put up with the flurry of stomping, her opponents boots seeming to hit every area of her body. Inoue tried cover her stomach with her arms though, she was desperate to regain her breath. It couldn't end like this! She was better than Amethyst, better than everyone, and the only way to prove it was to remain undefeated. This was the closest she'd ever been to a loss, a mortifying way to start in AFW, and against someone who was new here no less. Inoue turned on her back to protect her stomach further, taking deep breaths.
Then the flash of pain came. Inoue's costume left her back bare, the belt made impact directly on her flesh, as she let out a cry, hatred fueled. All she wanted to do was get her hands on Amethyst again. She tried scurrying to her feet, running as she did so. If she did manage to do that much, she still wouldn't make it too far, before her sprint gave way to a stumble and she fell, hugging the barricade on the opposite side of the ring. She was still gasping for air, she would spend the next few seconds recovering further.

Amethyst laughed as she stomped away at Inoue. This was how things were supposed to be. She was the one supposed to be in complete control, not this bitch that thought she was the dominant woman here.

Amethyst was still tired, but...she was starting to feel good. She knew the ball was in her court now, and that Inoue was at her mercy. As Inoue managed to get up and start stumbling away, Amethyst would follow, and once the woman tripped and fell over the barricade, a cackle passed her lips. This was too perfect! She was completely helpless now! Amethyst stepped right up to her, raising her belt again, bringing it sharply down upon the bare skin of Inoue's back, then a second time, then a third. If Inoue didn't or couldn't fight back, then would go for two more quick strikes against her bare flesh, screaming at Inoue all the while.

"Bitch! All you are is a worthless bitch! I want to hear you beg for me to have some mercy on you! Beg for it, bitch!"

Inoue's eyes closed, she just needed oxygen, her lungs begged for the nourishment it provided, and her body begged for the ability to fight back. Inoue got the air she needed, but the joy was erased instantly, the cold, steel, studs had hit the same spot again, her spine jerked instinctively with the blow, and then it came again, almost instantly.
Inoue was too proud to beg, but she almost wanted to. Amethyst was a tough opponent, and she still came off as attractive, even beaten as badly as she was. Still, Inoue didn't like being lorded over, she held on to the barricade with all her might, bracing and taking all four blows. Then her mind caught up with her, she dropped off the barricade, onto her back. At Amethyst's words, she was irked enough to respond. "N-n... No... Fu- Fuck you!" She managed to force the words out, she regretted showing that she was weakened to such a state where talking was difficult.

Inoue would try to score a low blow as payback, kicking at Amethysts crotch. If she succeeded, she wouldn't wait to throw all her weight onto Amethyst and try to keep her arms tied down while she plotted her next move.

As Amethyst raised her belt for the final blow, Inoue slid off the barricade. A scowl crossed Amethyst's face at Inoue's words, but before she could respond, the woman's foot would come shooting up, smashing itself into Amethyst's crotch. Her eyes went wide, nearly bugging out of her head, as she dropped to her knees, her belt sliding from her grasp. She gasped, grabbing at her crotch, sitting there stunned from the brutal impact...

...and then Inoue would come up, tackling into her and forcing her onto her back. Amethyst was still out of it from the low blow, and so Inoue wouldn't have any problems grabbing her arms, pinning them down to the floor. She scowled up at Inoue again, struggling to free herself and throw the woman off, even as tired as she was, screaming gibberish up at her as she bucked her body as hard as she could in her weakened state.

Inoue would have smiled if not for the pain which now she couldn't even decipher. Her whole body was shot, she could hardly keep up the pace, Inoue did manage a smirk though, seeing that the belt fell loose. It would be useful in a moment. But first, Inoue adjusted herself so that her knees were holding down her wriggling opponents arm, as Inoue was determined to again punch Amethyst out. Inoue would try grabbing a hand full of violet hair with her left had, and use her right to bludgeon Amethysts pretty face, hopefully shutting her up in the process.

With Amethyst's arms pinned down by Inoue's knees, she was fully trapped. She would have tried Inoue's earlier trick of grabbing her with her legs to pull her off, but...she just didn't have the energy. She growled as she felt her hair get jerked up, and then Inoue's fist would start to hammer her in the face, again and again and again. Her eyes rolled back into her head, weak cries of pain and suffering coming from her lips with each violent strike, her skin starting to bruise and turn a dark, nasty purple color with each of the brutal punches.

Inoue saw victory in her grasp, seeing Amethysts eyes roll back, she knew her opponent wouldn't withstand much more. She shot one more hard punch at her opponents face, hopefully she was weakened enough to the point that Inoue could finish her in the demeaning manor she thought was befitting. If the shot hit home, she would let go and try to retrieve the belt, then she'd attempt to wrap it around Amethyst's neck, her legs around her body. She would attempt to squeeze out every last breath Amethyst had. This was the product of her rage. She'd never been beaten up so bad, and out of desperation she fought far dirtier than she ever had.

The last punch was more than enough. Amethyst's cries stopped nearly completely, only a weak whimper coming from her now, as her head fell back to the floor. Completely helpless now, she couldn't do a thing as Inoue wrapped the leather belt around her neck, her legs sliding around her waist like a pair of deadly snakes. Once Inoue began to squeeze her, she would begin gasping, gagging, fighting for air as the belt was tightened around her neck, the legs around her body. Her hands shot up, grabbing at the belt, but it was to no avail, she just didn't have the strength to try to pry it loose.

Her face began to turn a deep blue now, her movements and motions slowly, eventually coming to a complete stop, and finally her head would roll to the side, eyes closing, as it seemed she was completely drained now, completely knocked out by the furious choking of Inoue...