Amethyst Velour vs. Inoue Ritsuko (Anything Goes)

Inoue felt in control for the first time, seeing as she was finally the one standing. Inoue had struggled only briefly to turn Amethyst over, and as half expected, removing the belt would prove no easy task. Inoue grunted in the struggle, actually focusing solely on obtaining the weapon, as it appeared ideal. Inoue felt her wrists get caught in the firm grasp, intent on getting the nearest weapon, Inoue didn't let up, she imposed her strength against Amethysts, still trying to unhook the belt. If she was overpowered, she would simply twist her wrists and try to get away.

With Inoue standing now, and Amethyst still on her back, it would be quite easy for her to eventually free herself from Amethyst's grip and yank the belt right out from the belt loops of Amethyst's pants.

Amethyst, though, wasn't about to let her take her belt, not when SHE had planned on using it on Inoue first! The moment it was yanked out from her pants, Amethyst would sit up, and using her healthy arm, she would form a fist, taking a cheap shot and swinging it straight up into Inoue's crotch!

Inoue smiled, having a bit of fun with the malice she was executing. At last, she had succeeded, She yanked at the belt, taking it fully into her grip, and anticipating using it. Just then, the rough impact to her sex had made her cry out in agony, her grip loosened on the belt, but she tried her best to hold on. Falling onto it partially. She feared what was to come, unless she could wait out the pulsating, semi-sensuous pain she felt down below and hold on to it just long enough to regain her strength. For the moment, all she did was attempt to hold on. She considered Amethyst coming in for a violent attack, in which case, Inoue would curl up defensively until her womanhood ached less, taking whatever blows she'd attempt in the mean time.

As Inoue came down, Amethyst would start to rise. She wanted her belt? Fine, she could have the damn thing for the moment. She could always get her hands back on it later.

Once back on her feet, Amethyst turned from Inoue, stepped over to the announcer's table, grabbing the first thing that caught her eye: a steel chair, the classic weapon of the hardcore fighter. With a grin on her face and a glint in her eye, she grabbed for it, folding it up and turning back to Inoue.

"Bitch..." She muttered, lifting the weapon up into the air over her. "We'll see which of us is fucking pathetic now!"

And she those words, she would swing the chair straight down onto the curled up body of Inoue, hatred for her opponent burning in her eyes as the weapon came crashing down towards her.

Inoue was still in agony, her head had all but cleared up, but it was the low blow that had caught her by surprise. Inoue was desperate to be the first with a weapon, but was ignorant to the weapons in the surrounding area, and even more ignorant to the fact that Amethyst possessed one. Inoue feared what was coming, Amethyst had been gone far too long. Just as Inoue was opening her eyes, she saw her opponent approach with a chair. "No!" she exclaimed, the impact made itself known on her shoulder. Inoue cried out in pain, it wasn't nearly as excruciating as the turnbuckle or the headbutt, but it hurt enough to slow her progress to her feet. Inoue pushed herself up just a bit, fearing a follow up blow, she put all of her weight into tackling Amethyst at the thigh. Inoue was desperate to prevent further abuse, and so she took the first opening she could. If she was successful, she would mount Amethyst and begin pawing at her face with rapid punches.

As Inoue began climbing back to her feet, Amethyst raised the weapon up high again. Just as she tried to tackle the purple haired woman, Ameythyst swung it down a second time, trying to smash it into her back just as Inoue ran into her, dropping her to the floor. She went down hard, landing on her back, unsure of whether the chair had struck her or not, and whether or not it had stopped her plan to mount her...

The pain in her shoulder blade had just subsided, as she charged in to take Amethyst down. Inoue was desperate at this point. It was for her survival that she had to resort to such weak moves. Whatever she go do to get a brief ceasefire. The chair made it's impact again, making Inoue grunt again, she took the pain in stride, as that was the first attack to reach her lower back and her many other aches were over-riding the minor pain of that blow.Inoue moved up Amethyst's body at a slowed pace, but still found herself straddling her, careful to put her already aching womanhood away from her legs. Inoue feared the tables turning again, as the match was still not in her favor yet. She threw her barrage of punches quickly. If she was successful, she would quickly seek out the belt again while her opponent was dazed.

Amethyst was riding on adrenaline right now; she knew she could win this match, she just had to keep Inoue from turning things back around. So, the moment Inoue's flurry of punches came raining down on her, Amethyst's arms jerked up, covering her face from the painful barrage.

Unfortunately, this put her injured arm in the way, and she winced as Inoue beat down on it. She tried to block out the pain, waiting for Inoue to slow down, or to even stop, and if she did and Amethyst could find an opening, she would reach up and try to grab at the short haired woman, trying to pull her in close and roll over on top of her, wanting nothing more but to mount the woman herself!

Inoue knew Amethyst was feeling pain in at least the arm. She threw nearly a dozen punches before she ran out of steam and decided to cease the barbaric onslaught, in favor of going for a weapon. That was what she would have done, but Amethyst didn't seem ready to give in enough. Inoue was just pushing off of her opponent when she found herself being dragged back down. She was unable to out muscle Amethyst right now, given her awkward position and Amethyst's leverage. In another desperate response, Inoue brought one last fist down towards Amethyst's face, aiming in particular for her nose. That was the most shocking place to be hit, as far as Inoue knew.
She would be unable to do much else, even if her blow landed, Amethyst would have a fatigued, sore opponent at her disposal for the moment.

That last blow would hit, causing Amethyst's head to reel back, but it would slowly turn back to Inoue, the cruel grin crossing it again.

"Got you, bitch..." She whispered down to her as she mounted her, her firm bottom resting solidly upon Inoue's stomach. "Let's see how much YOU can take, huh...?"

And with that, she would draw back her own fists, letting a barrage of her own angry, wild punches fall towards Inoue's face. In particular, she was aiming most for Inoue's hurt eye with her right hand, while the left was just punching where it could hit, wanting to rock Inoue's world and give her a headache like the one she had given Amethyst earlier.