Amy Walker vs Rita Ryals

Amy was a bit surprised when the kawaii managed to get a shoulder up after that. "You're tougher than you look." She commented, then reached down for her hair. "Good.. means I get to play with ya some more" She grinned, trying to pick her back up to her feet while standing up herself.

Rita grimaced as her blonde lcoks were pulled, and she was forced back to her feet for another slam session with Amy. She looked at Amy's face, angry but weary. "Shut... up!" That said, she would ball her hand into a fist and put all her strength into a punch directed towards Amy's face, although it probably wouldn't be very effective; most of her strength had already been drained from her. Still, she had to resist.

Amy took the punch across her face, the punch jogging her head, but then she slowly turned back towards her. "That does it." She growled, and tried to hammer a fierce knee into her gut to try and bend her over. If that worked, she'd try to force the kawaii's head between her legs, setting her up for her finisher.

"Guhah!" Saliva spluttered from Rita's mouth as Amy's knee violently met with her belly, and with her body aching she was forced to bend over, clutching the sore spot. Still stunned, Rita was pulled by her hair and jammed inbetween Amy's legs, not even suspecting what awaited her. For now, all that mattered to her was the pain in her belly.

Amy huffed, trying to summon her strength for a moment. "I didn't want to do this to you.. but you brought this upon yourself." She growled, and then reached down to clamp her arms underneath Rita's belly, and would try to lift her up on her shoulders. From there she'd try to slam her down, then lift her back up, and slam her back down two more times before keeping her in that position, trying to pin her down in her Triple Powerbomb Pin finisher.

Rita was once more lifted high off the mat, this time perked atop Amy's shoulders. She had no more strength left to retaliate, but she still had the fight in her, despite everything.

"Fuck..." She briefly said in one huff before her back was driven hard against the mat. She gave a pained scream at the impact, but there was no rest for her as she was lifted up again.

"You..." This time, she merely whispered, before her body was crushed a second time. This second blow was so strong and painful it seemed like her lungs were going to come out of her mouth. Yet again, she was lifted, barely conscious.

"Slut..." The third, final and most painful bomb sent her eyes to the back of her head. Her whole body went limp, legs dangling over Amy's shoulder as she was pinned. "One!"

Amy kept her pinned, her body pretty tired from tangling with this kawaii, but she knew this girl wasn't going anywhere now, and kept the pin held tightly. "Two!"

"Three!" The ref's hand slapped for the last time, and the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Still, it caused no reaction on Rita, as she lay unconscious in the pin, being merely a heap of meat, limbs and hair now.

Amy got off Rita afterwards, hearing the bell ring to signal the end of the match. After that insult, however, she decided she STILL wasn't done. She looked down at the unconscious dommie, and rolled her over, pulling out the laces of her corset. "I think I'll keep this.." She said, knowing she wouldn't be able to wear the outfit right without it. She then started to leave the ring, humming to herself as she placed with the lace all the way up the ramp.

Rita lay there face-down on the mat, her outfit now only half-complete. As the laces were her outfit's support, she would have one bad surprise by the time she woke up...

Amy Walker wins via Pinfall