Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

It was nothing left from which she could have drawn on as the hook sent he to the ground. It was unavoidable to set this last punch for both of them, and kind of a finishing act for the fight, elsewhere she would probably got up again and had caused needless severe damage on both of them while the outcome was already clear. There were plenty of escape routes for her to keep her honor intact. That she had started a spar, that she was no active boxer, going on and on and on.

But still, Inoue was the better boxer as she had won his match. Anja slowly rolled on the back, watching the lights of the battle area and just sucking greedily air in, a battered smile on her face. She had lost, and nobody came to complain or to say her how much of a disappointment she was. What a relief.
"That was fun."
Was the first thing that came to her mind and wanted to be vocalized, followed by a remark that caused her to smile even brighter, although that kind of hurt.
"Wet Panty Fun like."

Inoue was panting heavily and surveying her damage. She'd done it, at last. It wasn't long after, that the bell sounded, she'd barely beat the clock, and she'd barely beat Karasu, but she felt confident enough with that victory. Inoue practically seemed jovial at this point, she was smiling, and it actually seemed much more lighthearted before.
"It... It was." She managed to speak out between breaths. The entire sparring match had been, Inoue never had such a challenging three rounds in her life. She didn't want to show her pain, fearing it would work to Karasu's advantage when they wrestled. Still, her tank top was little more than a soaked, heavy and encumbering garment now. Without much thought, she took it off, leaving her in a fairly skimpy bra. She used the tank top to wipe her face, actually surprised to find a bit of red blood coming off, from underneath her stinging eye. Karasu had done a number on her, that much was clear. She hardly got to enjoy the sight of her downed opponent, but just knowing she'd overcame her onslaught had made Inoue tremble a little bit. Things would only get harder to resist when they wrestled.

Inoue was quick to wipe her sweat away, and the blood, leaving her with a minimal cut underneath her left eye. She was fine otherwise, but wondered just how good Karasu was with wrestling. Inoue managed to lose to a few people from this club, yet Karasu was a phenomenal boxer compare to the rest of them, and claimed to be a wrestler at heart. Inoue felt a bit of regret in not taming her ego, but she told herself she could take her. "So... Name your conditions for wrestling... Whenever you want to start, I'm game." Other than her aching body and stinging cut, she felt fresh after a bit of water and drying off. Her mid section now fully exposed, she could see just how bad she'd taken it to the body, both ribs were somewhat traumatized, there was light bruising on her abdominals, which managed to stay quite toned, though she wasn't particularly muscular. She had a nice ripple going down the center of her stomach, enough to signify her athleticism. She was unsure of what to expect from Karasu in a wrestling match, having only been punched out by her. Still, Inoue guessed she was very physical, and probably still dangerous close up. Inoue was busy unfastening her gloves and discarding the mouth piece. She was excited at the prospect of a fight she might not stand a chance in, she acknowledged she was the underdog. "How many matches have you been in?" Inoue couldn't resist asking, She was sure it was more than her eleven matches, in which she had seven wins and four losses, but she wanted to know just how much above her head she was.

How many matches had she been in? That was a rather good question.
"I'm not sure. In fights with a purse involved, I would guess about sixty, we didn't keep records. And I honestly don't know how many training matches I had. Workout, learning, fighting, sleeping, sleeping with interruptions through bed fights. That were my days."
Anja honestly replied while she watched Inoue undressing with greedy eyes, subtle guiding herself away from thinking about her past with fantasizing how she would taste and squirm under her. The German had a rock solid body but still felt beaten as she had taken more damage, but she was guessing that they were as even as she had desired them to be from a view of body exhaustion. And comparing in overall endurance, she considered herself to be in the lead.

She slowly peeled herself out from the boxing gloves and the mouthpiece before showing some fair play by voluntarily removing her own top, carefully putting it aside to reveal her upper body, still clad in a black sports bra. The top was one of a kind at that time and she couldn't afford to lose it. She noticed that Inoue had done quite a number of hits on her and she could have easily posed as cover girl for a country that had red, blue and black in their flag.
"How about a friendly no holds barred match? I mean friendly in a sense that we just wrestle and spare us punches and kicks."
She suggested with a sly grin on the face, slowly standing up and stretching a little bit. No holds barred meant that she could touch Inoue everywhere. And Inoue could touch her too.

Inoue arched a brow, trying not to look intimidated at the announcement of her being in nearly sixty fights. She sighed instantly. It was clear who was the more solid of the two, and that had even more influence in a wrestling match. Even Inoue's impossible ego had known that the real goal was not to get decimated. Her eyes widened and filled with a bit of lust at the removal of Karasu's top. She hadn't expected that. Inoue listened to her words, but was still confused by them. No strikes? That made things even more hard for her, considering that was still the basis of her developing wrestling style. "I uh... Very well." Inoue stuttered. The girl she'd just thoroughly trounced was back up, and an incredible threat. Karasu had proven incredibly resilient, when Inoue was still groaning off some of the pain, it had been unusual for her to take that many hits, and so hard. Inoue forced herself to stay a stern, unwavering warrior. She was one, and despite her opponent being what she expected the strongest she'd ever faced, she'd give it her all as Karasu had in Inoue's game.

Sighing one last time, and letting a "here goes nothing," escape her lips in a whisper, she moved to the center of the ring, eyeing Karasu intently. "Are you ready then?" Inoue asked, assuming the stance and preparing, her body was still tense as she awaited the first moments of this match, to see how they would go.

From the look of Inoue, she probably felt a little bulldozed from her demands. She hadn't wanted to rob Inoue of her primary attack mode, but she had no idea that she would probably be a striking wrestler instead of a grappler or flyer.
"You want to keep punches and kicks? Would be fine for me, I just thought that we already boxed. And I'd throw in a five count full body press only rule if you like?"
What sounded like a nice stipulation was grounded on her desire to rub herself over Inoue as often as possible, planning excitedly to pin her to the ground as often as possible.

After the answer of Inoue, Anja would go for a lock up with Inoue, shivering a little bit at the thought of grappling with her on a more permanent basis that boxing couldn't offer.

Inoue shook her head. "No... It's fine. Strikes are unnecessary." she nodded. She wanted to see how she fared, if that meant no striking, tweaking her arsenal a little, so be it. She wasn't exactly gung ho to take an ungloved fist from Karasu either, and figured that wrestling might offer some respite from the trauma of all the punches they'd both just faced. Her body still throbbed, but she would take as much contact with Karasu as she could get, she was a fantastic opponent. She was a challenge physically and mentally. There was no backing down from either one of them. Still, Inoue felt the faintest reluctance with what she was preparing to do. She quaked at the though though, knowing Karasu would probably be as merciless as she had been in the boxing exhibition.

Inoue nodded, seeing Karasu approach, she dove right into the lock up against her better judgement. She'd try to make things as tense and rough as before. As they met in the lock, Inoue knew who was stronger, she had no intention of taking a hard slam this quickly and becoming a plaything. She would use her speed and try to shrug Karasu's grip off and get her in a head lock instantly.

There it was, that exciting feeling of touching a bare opponent with her own bare hands. Boxing had structure, something that you could cling too and gave you stability, really nice for the wellbeing of her mind too. But wrestling was her chosen home, something where she had her fondest memories from.

She was a little bit too caught up by her emotions and missed how the sweaty Inoue slipped out of her grip and put the gasping Anja into a side headlock, pressing her head near to her own body.
*Damnit, Anja. Snap out of it!*
She had to remind herself that she hadn't Inoue bagged already and probably a big fight at her hands. She would go for a back suplex anyway, trying to grab Inoue at a leg with both hands and then lift her up.

Inoue's eagerness had been her undoing. Already. Karasu was quick to lift her off the ground, there was little she could do do defend against the slams and suplexes. Perhaps that was why Inoue had been comfortable with boxing, she could evade and defend. Still, Inoue had grown to enjoy wrestling deep down, it was just a challenge for her still. Her martial arts expierience saw to it that she knew painful submissions and quick take downs, but the professional wrestling style was so difficult to contend with. Inoue's head hit the mat with a thud, she'd yelp at the pain the awkward landing caused, putting a large amount of stress on her neck.
She was already stunned enough to be at Karasu's mercy for the time, not used to being forced down so quick. Even through the pain, she was drawn to Karasu's power and ability.

Her back suplex had connected, and Inoue took a hard landing, to some kind that was strange for Anja. She had thought that Inoue would be as good as a wrestler than she was as a boxer, but maybe she was a boxer that wrestled, like Anja was a wrestler that boxed? There was an easy way to find out.

As much as she wanted to full body press Inoue and make her a plaything, she wasn't sure if it wasn't too early for that, not to speak of the hunting that would cause this humiliation to the warrior soul of Inoue of which Anja knew that she would need it when she wanted to claw her way to the top. But that didn't mean that she wanted to be soft on her, so she dragged her up on one arm and sat down behind her, trying to use her momentary stunned condition for a lotus lock by placing her legs first under the arms of Inoue, then crossed them over the neck draw her own bottom close to the back of her opponent, trapping Inoue's arms behind her back in the process while applying moderate pressure on her neck with it.
"Prepare yourself, Inoue-chan. This one is very high ranked in perverts choice. Unfunny version is when I grab your wrists too. But we like to have some fun, don't we?"
Trash talking was too deeply infused to her to give it up, and she really wanted to have some fun with Inoue.

Inoue wasn't out of it, but was stunned enough and too confused to process what was happening to her. She snarled once she realized she was being set up for submission. Inoue could take the grand amount of pain Karasu was apparently able to, but would sooner pass out than tap out. Luckily, there was some mercy behind the hold, just enough that Inoue wasn't utterly destroyed then and there, but it still hurt a bit. Inoue let out a sharp exhale, her back arching a bit. Inoue's hostility was slowly returning, she still maintained the same lust, and it would only make itself more apparent with her rising aggression. "Is... Is that... it?.. All you've got bitch?" Inoue shot back, angered already at how easy Karasu was already making it look. Inoue was desperate to get out of her grasp already, she tried to channel all of her strength to try to pull her arms back toward her, and trying to slip her head out of the hold. It was the only obvious escape, and her opponent likely had it covered, but Inoue was only aware of the obvious strategies at this point. Most of which, she figured Karasu would be ready for. If Inoue could escape, she would scurry away and try to reassess her opponent. If not, she would still be stuck in Karasu's grasp, frustrated.