Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue had a devilish grin, she was excited to get the hold on Amethyst, she was still planning to exploit the weakness she'd instilled in her opponent. It wasn't to be so though, Inoue's already throbbing forehead made contact with the back of Amethyst's. The pain was unprecedented, Inoue fell straight back, completely dazed. She forced herself to stay awake, realizing that she might have suffered a concussion. Her vision was blurred and her body felt a bit limp. Inoue did all that she could to scurry away until she could regain her full consciousness, assuming she would be able to get past her blighted senses and still manage to fight back effectively. She willed herself on, she simply had to stop taking hits, it was her own fault for getting beat up. She had crawled back, only hoping Amethyst wasn't too persistent as she attempted to clamber to her feet in a far corner.

Amethyst turned, watching Inoue scramble away from her. This was fine by her, she needed a moment to rest, to try and shake some more life back into that arm. She knew just how to do it, too.

She turned back away from Inoue, walking straight to the ropes and sliding under them, out of the ring to the floor before. With careful steps, and never taking her eyes off of Inoue, she circled around the ring to the side Inoue was on, yelling up at her once she made it around.

"Anything goes, bitch! What do you say we fuck the ring and bring this little fight out here, huh?"

Inoue had to hide the grimace on her face, she was by no means fragile, but could only take so much. She was trying to rid herself of the headache that seemed as though it'd been there her whole life. If she had to fight through it, she would. But she wasn't going to give Amethyst the satisfaction of seeing her damaged. She stood to full height again, sighing once and shrugging off the pain, replacing it with an adrenaline rush of sorts that told her to go on the attack once more. Inoue heard Amethyst's voice come from what seemed like miles away. She shook her head and tuned her senses correctly once more. Amethyst had proved a challenge, it was an annoyance, but refreshing at the same time. "As you wish. It's not as though it will spare you from defeat." Inoue kept a plain expression, she was irritated, she'd remained cautious, rushing Amethyst, but guarding her head should she try anything. The minute she closed in on Amethyst, she tried ramming a knee into her stomach, if succeeding doubling her over, she'd attempt to pull off a DDT on the padded concrete that surrounded the outside of the ring.

The crowd had returned to her attention, they'd grown louder after the combatants left the ring, this was in essence, the true beginning of the match, outside the ring where weapons were at their disposal. Inoue need only put Amethyst down long enough to seek one out.

Putting Amethyst down though, was going to prove tricky for Inoue. Those long moments she had taken to come around the ring had given her a chance to regain a bit of stamina, and now she was ready for Inoue. This time, she was going to get back on the attack and keep things that way.

Amethyst would have a similar idea to Inoue, rushing towards her as her opponent rushed back at her. Unlike the knee though, Amethyst would instead extend her arm, trying to smash a clothesline right into Inoue's chest, hoping it would take hit and take her down. Regardless of whether it did or not though, she would be struck in the gut by that knee at the same time, stopping in place and doubling forward, grabbing her stomach with one hand as she gasped in sudden pain.

Mid rush, Inoue noticed her opponent mirror the strategy. She noticed the clothesline coming as well, but was far too focused on hurt Amethyst. She knew her knee connected, and despite the shock of the clotheslines impact, Inoue stayed up long enough to calculate her next move. She tried to take a hold of Amethysts healthy arm, and tried pulling her down to the ground, momentum helping her, seeing as she was falling from the clothesline anyhow.
If she succeeded, she'd try pulling the arm behind Amethyst's back and straddling her while she set to work on crippling her further.

Amethyst felt Inoue grabbing her arm, dragging her down to the ground with her. This alone was enough to to snap her partially out of her stun, not wanting this arm to get messed up as much as her other one was. The moment they both hit the ground and she felt Inoue trying to tug her arm back behind her, Amethyst would go for her strategy she had used before to escape the full nelson: slamming her head straight backwards in hopes of smashing it into Inoue, in hopes it would get her to break the hold.

Inoue had managed to climb onto Amethyst, trying to gain the upper hand in this situation. As she had taken hold of the arm, she noted Amethyst trying to utilize her head again. Another blow like that to the head would have put her dangerously close to the knockout zone. An area that scared her, her eyes still a bit foggy. Inoue quickly released the arm as if by instinct, bringing both of her palms up to block the impact. Then she would try to get her hands full of her opponents purple hair.
If she got the grip she needed, she would simply try to return the favor of the headache, by slamming Amethyst's head onto the ground two times.

Amethyst breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her arm released, but her relief would be short lived, She felt Inoue grabbing her by her long, silky hair, and she let out a shriek as the woman pulled back on it. Next thing she knew, her face was being slammed into the ground, Amethyst's head hanging limpy from Inoue's grip after the second slam. A low groan emerged from her lips, those two sudden strikes dazing her quite a fair bit.

Inoue was still aching, but it had brought her a sadistic sense of relief to put Amethyst through the same pain. She was weary of her opponents head attacks, those needed to stop. Inoue would try taking another shot at her opponents head with her fist. Then, a sick idea came over her. How she could humiliate Amethyst with one foul maneuver.
Inoue would try unfastening and removing Amethysts belt while she was in her dazed state. She knew Amethyst wasn't above using her attire as a weapon, given the tactic she'd done with her bow.

Inoue's fist struck the back of Amethyst's head, and she dropped facedown fully to the floor, groaning lightly in pain. However, she was lying facedown, making it harder for Inoue to get to the front of her belt to unlatch it to remove it. If Inoue tried, by the time she had turned Amethyst over enough to unhook it, the purple haired woman would be coming out of her daze, and once she realized what Inoue was doing she would shriek at her, grabbing her by the wrists and trying to tear her hands off the belt before she could get it undone and pulled off.