Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue's own weakness was not forgotten; she tightened the hold to the best of her abilities. She sensed it, as her opponents body had gone limp. She'd done it, her opponent was out cold. Still, she had no desire to break the hold, Amethyst had put her through hell. It was mere seconds later, when she was pulled off for Amethysts safety. She threw the belt at her unresponsive opponent and let herself be ushered away.

Amethyst just lied there, still, unmoving, as the ref pulled Inoue off of her. She was completely out of it, completely knocked out, lying there on the hard floor alone. As the belt was pulled off her neck, her body would instinctively start to gasp and take in air, her ample chest rising and falling with each desperate breath. The referee looked at her, shaking her head. She didn't even have to lift her hand to know that Amethyst was done. Turning to the announcer's table, she began to signal for the bell to declare Inoue the victor.

That is, unless Inoue had other plans...

Inoue smirked at the mess her opponent was left in, though she wasn't holding up great either, she'd done it. This was the moment that Inoue waited for, her opponent was decimated, and she felt no guilt. Only satisfaction at knowing she was better. Her regal behavior had all but vanished now, she felt like an animal throughout this whole fight, and she liked it. She wanted to claim her prize though, she wanted Amethyst to review the tape, to see what became of her after her world went black.
Inoue walked back to her victims body, crawling up it sensually with a gleam in her eyes. She mover her hands to Amethysts chest, taking a moment to grasp her bust. From there, her hands walked over to each button on her shirt, she began to strip Amethyst of her top. She took her time, sliding clothing away, as her bare skin was revealed.

Inoue seldom felt like this, she never felt an ounce of sexuality in either gender, she'd known attraction quite well though, the dark attraction Inoue had identified in her opponent from the beginning of the match being a perfect example. The beating Inoue had taken was perhaps what turned her on the most. A capable opponent was hard to come by, and though she enjoyed dominance, she didn't like it easy. Inoue crawled backwards a bit and moved her lips to Amethysts bosom, tongue and lips sliding over her nipple. Inoue couldn't contain herself, she didn't care what repercussions it might have had, in fact, she wanted Amethyst to be angered, coaxed into fighting again. But that was neither here nor there. Inoue moved her lips to Amethyst's neck, nibbling on her collarbone and grinding her body against her unconscious opponent.

Amethyst just lied there. She was done, completely out of it, and even as Inoue ripped her shirt open, her massive chest pillowing forth, she wouldn't come to and realize what was happening.

Even as Inoue's wet tongue slid over her nipple, the nipple firming quickly under her touch, Amethyst wouldn't realize it. If it were not for her light breathing, one might even think she was dead at this point.

Even as Inoue begin to grind against her, nibbling against her neck, Amethyst just lied there, a helpless toy against Inoue, and it didn't seem she would be coming out of it anytime soon.

Inoue saw that Amethyst was left a defenseless plaything. Inoue smacked her downed opponent lightly. "Well, well, well... What happened sweetheart? Not so tough now, huh?"
As the words were spoken, Inoue moved back over her downed opponent's breasts, enthralled by them. She buried her face in the jutting bust, and nuzzled within it. "Let's see even more of you." Inoue as she was typically known, was gone. Whatever this was, it was clear she was full of ardent desire. She didn't hesitate to move her hands to Amethysts hips and forcefully lower her pants, then her undergarments, fully exposing Amethyst. With full control, she smiled up at Amethyst's unconscious, bruise-littered face with eyes that resembled that of a demon's.
She began to trail kisses down her abdomen, until she found her mouth on Amethysts sex, her tongue began work on it instantly, perhaps it would make her dreams sweeter.

Perhaps Inoue was pushing her luck at this point. She had already won the match, but now perhaps she was just taking things a bit too far.

The slap was the first mistake. As her hand went across Amethyst's face, that would stir the purple haired girl slightly out of her unconscious state. Not quite enough to realize what was happening, but enough to stir her a bit.

Then, as Inoue began to bury herself within Amethyst's massive bust, her eyes would start to open, fluttering her gaze downwards to watch Inoue. This...this was not what Amethyst wanted. She could barely even believe what she was seeing! No one was allowed to violate her like this! No one!

When Inoue's tongue, then, began to slip against her sex, that was more than enough. That was what finally snapped Amethyst out of it daze completely. She might have been beaten down by this woman, but she was NOT going to let her violate her, not in front of this crowd!

"I...I'll KILL YOU!" she suddenly screamed, a second wind of energy rising up within her. Inoue might not have realized it, thinking that Amethyst was completely out of things, but she was in a dangerous spot. Amethyst's thighs suddenly clamped around Inoue's head, her legs tightening around her, beginning to squeeze her in a vicious scissoring hold. She would kill Inoue for this! This bitch was going to suffer for doing this to her!

Inoue smirked at the situation, truly making herself memorable here would be a goal. She figured she'd done that, leaving Amethyst a broken mess, she figured had given her some credibility. It was obvious that both were skilled. Inoue wanted Amethyst to be too ashamed to come back, though what seemed to happen instead had horrified Inoue. Firm thighs tightened, clamping down on her head. She was caught completely off guard, defenseless to stop the strong hold. Her face was a ruby red color within a few seconds, she began to squirm, trying to pound on Amethysts stomach with her fists in hopes of causing her enough pain to let go.
It was clear that her opponent was enraged, Inoue knew that could be dangerous and had no intention of taking a beating at her hands, or legs rather at the moment.

Fury consumed Amethyst's face. She could tell that Inoue was worried now, and that pleased her. This woman was going to suffer at her hands for what she had done!

Even as Inoue began to beat on her stomach, she held on, squeezing Inoue for all she could before the pain of her assault took over. She gave her legs a sharp jerk, trying to twist Inoue's neck painfully between her legs before she finally let go. Once she did, Amethyst rolled away, grabbing her pants and starting to pull them back up, before tiredly starting to rise up to her feet, glaring at Inoue all the while.

Inoue was exhausted and had been running on fumes when she first put Amethyst out, but now to say that would be a grave understatement. Inoue felt dead, and she knew she soon would be if she didn't get out of the hold. Her strikes finally seemed to do the trick, but it was regrettable, as she found pain shoot through her neck. When the hold was released, Inoue lie on the floor, holding the back of her neck and heaving in an attempt to get oxygen back to her brain. Inoue was still affected by the intensity the hold had, and it rendered her into little more than a zombie. Inoue used the ring to pick herself up, and in an attempt to avoid Amethyst, she slid in, moving fairly slow at this point.

Amethyst watched, as Inoue slid up into the ring. She was just as tired as Inoue, even running on anger like she was. As much as she wanted to break Inoue into litle pieces...now was not the time.

She flashed a sneer up at Inoue, backing away from the ring towards the exit ramp. There would be a chance for revenge against her; not today, maybe not tommorrow, but the day would come. For now though, she needed a chance to rest, a chance to wash away the humiliation of this match. Giving Inoue one last dirty look, she turned, staggering up the ramp towards the exit, thoughts of vengence and hatred running through her mind all the while.