Main Event: Rose Gold (c) vs Amano Jaku - MMA style Beach Match for the LAW Lightweight Championship

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Rose Gold's shin ached progressively with each successive kick. Each of them were delivered without defense. Each sounded as if she were throwing all of her weight into a heavy bag. And none of them seemed to move Amano. They resulted in little more than soft grunts of acknowledgement. Not indicative of pain, purely of impact.

The champion's eyes were wild as Amano barked out demands, even as she absorbed a barrage of shin bones to her chest. Her demeanor was unsettling and triggered ever more panic in the blonde aggressor. Stricken with urgency and a need to escape, she quickly threw the turning kick. It hit home. She felt the flat of her foot sink into the soft tissue of Amano's breast.

But she also felt Amano's hand latch about her ankle. She couldn't pull her foot away. And when she tried to retreat, she found herself immediately cut down. The pain in the back of her thigh was searing. Amano had pulled her leg taut and driven a strike directly into muscles that were already rich with lactic acid.

She howled in pain and fell to the sand! She curled that leg against her body and held it for a moment. Just a moment. Before rolling to her knees to look up at her opponent.

And she was overcome with a maelstrom of negative emotions. Doubt and fear were chief among them. She was no striker, but Amano had absorbed all of those attacks to no avail. And she had leveled her with only one of her own. This woman was different from the one she fought in round one.

"G-get back!" She demanded as she started to climb to her feet. Her right leg, which had been struck by Amano, was slow to respond. She was hobbled... And again... By only a single blow...

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It was like cutting into meat in a way. A sharp blow to a tender spot of the body kind of felt like cutting into soft meat with a knife. But then again, meat didn't fight back. No, getting rewarded for her patience and taking those kicks head on had the Demon's heart singing, especially after the feedback of Rose's scream soon after! She let go of the leg soon after, watching her opponent writhe on the sand before she moved back and got to her feet. And Amano soon followed, rising in slow fashion, watching Rose's movements carefully with a delirious smile.

Rose looked... scared. And the Demon gave a confused expression in response. Why? It was just a counter strike, right? They just traded blows a little, right? It was just a good hit that did a bit of damage, right? Rose shouldn't be that unsteady, shouldn't be this frighten. She was choking Amano out and calling her useless cat fighter in the last round, why is she running way now? Unless she was faking it this just didn't make sens-

... ... ... ... ...

Oh.

Ooooooh. That's right. Amano remembered. Rose sometimes faked an injury to get her opponent's guard down, pretended a hit that did light damage was crippling and then jumped the unexpected opponent when they showed mercy or hesitation. This was a trick. This had to be a trick. A trap to let her guard down and capitalize on that. Rose couldn't really be hurt, right? They were still barely in the second round. She had taken Amano's throws and grapples while given her fair share in the last round. This was just some mind game to get an opening. "Kehehe~" And it had the Demon grinning with gleeful anticipation. Okay, I'll play along~

Amano moved slowly at first, in a lowered position as if to grapple again. She looked over Rose's supposedly hurt leg with laser focus. There was a bit of red there, and the limp was obvious, but... no, it couldn't be that bad. The limp had to be fake. Amano didn't hit her that hard, did she? "Haaah..." Well, time to test it out and see. She rose a hand up, straightening it into a knife edge and slowly lowering it as if tracing a line along Rose's body.

Then, she struck.

She moved in a burst of speed, sand kicking behind her as a trail of grainy dust slid low. Amano's leg moved like a whip, aiming a sharp kick toward Rose's apparently damaged leg. Time to see if the damage was real.

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She stepped down into the sand and was thankful for the soft surface. Even with it, her muscles felt as though they were filled with fire. Her thigh throbbed and the flesh had already begun to darken.

She'd traded with Amano briefly in the first round... She didn't have the sort of strength that she'd just hit her with. Cooler heads might have considered it a fluke. But all Rose could think about was getting away. Escaping. If she could make some space she could come up with a plan! Some of her fear began to subside as she coped by scheming. Her physical pain was temporarily numbed by her abundant belief in her ability to outsmart bigger, stronger women.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a shrill howl of agony! "AHHHHHN!"

Her legs jerked out from under her. It was as if someone had tied a rope about her ankle and thirty men had given it a tug! Her body went horizontal for just a moment. Floating above Amano's razor-sharp kick! Before crashing into the sand gracelessly upon her tits.

Her eyes closed and she was left moaning and hyperventilating as she rolled onto her back! She tucked her battered leg up to her belly and clutched it with both hands, rolling back and forth to try and cope with the pain. "Nnnn! Damnit!" She growled. Too hurt to be scared. In a way, it was an improvement.

She could feel the damage with her fingers! The skin of her bare thigh felt burning hot. It was already malformed with a welt. She could feel the movement underneath, as if something was slithering inside of her limb. The muscles were spasming!

The limb was useless... Something about Amano's strength had changed...

That thought forced her to move. She rolled onto her hands and one knee and searched for Amano. Her open mouth leaking drool as her troubled mind focused on other things. The fear returned. And the pain never left.

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Even as Amano's kick sliced through the air she was waiting. Waiting for the pop-up surprise. Waiting for Rose to stop playing possum and counter with something harsh. It was only a split-second between her leg moving and meeting Rose's leg, but Amano was salivating at the thought of how Rose would counter her and keep the fight going.

Only to be met with a piercing scream.

"Huh?" It happened so fast. Her kick connected. It struck hard enough to send Rose flying and hitting the sand. She put nearly all her being in to that strike and... it hit. And from Rose's desperate crawling, from the saliva coming from her mouth and the groans she was making, that kick did a hell of a lot more than just hurt. "... ... ..." No way. Was this... actually happening? Was Amano winning?

Was Rose... really this weak?

No. No way. This had to be more of Rose's trick. She had to be stronger than this. She said she was going to kill Amano and so far that didn't seem to be happening. This couldn't be anything more than some stunt. It couldn't be. Because just attacking was starting to get boring.

"Hey!" The Demon's snarl was a mix of annoyance and teasing. "I'm..." She crouched down, moving to snatch and yank Rose up by the hair. "Right here!"

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"Ngh!" A soft whimper accompanied a wince as Amano took control of her head by her hair.

It was followed by a hiss forced through clenched teeth as her hands moved to take hold of Amano's. She attempted to pry the other woman's fingers apart. To free her hair and ease the strain on the back of her neck. It was a pointless endeavor. All of her yeas of grappling had taught her that stripping someone's grip didn't work like that.

Amano was the one playing with her now! The girl's words made it clear that she was... Disappointed?! How dare she!

Her eyes closed as she let out a panting gasp. The frustration and humiliation caused the throbbing in her thigh to fade, like the fear had earlier. And that shame led her to what she was truly afraid of. More than being hurt. More than being humiliated. She was afraid of not being the best. Of that little voice inside her twisted heart being correct. She wasn't fighting for her belt... She was fighting for her identity.

The hands on Amano's grip tightened with frustration and understanding. "FUCK YOU!" She all but screamed in Amano's face as her body twisted around on the sand. She spun, gracefully, in a flash of gold, black, and limbs!

And when her momentum stopped, Amano would find her legs wrapped about her neck, crossing at the back of her neck! Her arm extended between them! But the armbar wasn't the threat. In fact. Once Rose Gold figure-foured her legs about Amano's head, she didn't bother to work the elbow joint. Instead, she pulled tightly upon it, forcing her mouth against her crotch!

Her thighs compressed, even through the damage they'd taken. This had been her go to move in her early days of grappling. The mounted version would later become her signature submission maneuver. She moved to trap her in a sudden and expertly executed Triangle Choke!

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There was a pause in air as Amano hoisted Rose up. She struggled of course, grabbing at the Demon's arm to try prying herself free, all to no avail. It felt... sad. No, it felt pathetic. Her gasping, her shock, it just... had the Demon scowling in annoyance. Was this... really all Rose had? Was a few good counters all it took? A surprise kick and a few strikes? That wasn't fun at all. The crowd might be on edge, the ring might have gone into a hushed murmur at the display of the two, but the scene just had the Demon gritting her teeth. This wasn't enough. This was nowhere near enough of a struggle to call it a fight, let alone the ruthless battle to the death Rose promised her.

"Hrk!" Or... maybe it was.

With a defiant scream Rose sprang into action, spinning in a flurry of limbs and wrapping her legs around Amano's neck. Amano's eyes widened, now suddenly forced to her knee from the weight. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, Rose wasn't trying to dislocate her arm-

"A-Aah..." A chokehold, the triangle choke if she remembered what Hangaku taught her about it, and a merciless one at that. Already Amano could feel the air getting cut off as Rose held tight, her mouth forced to take in Rose's barely veiled flower petals under her gi. And the Demon's yellow eyes narrowed Rose's way with the focus she could manage.

Except... the Demon's eyes were smiling.

It took were a few strikes and counters, but Rose was finally getting serious. Even as her throat tightened Amano's gags were hot and her mouth as salivating at the realization of Rose's desperate intent. The thorns were really coming out now, and the Demon couldn't wait to taste them.

But first, she had to break out of the thorn bush.

"Hr- Hnnnnk!" And this time... this time, Amano wasn't as tangled. She still had full control of her legs and most of her upper body. Rose was heavy... but Rose was still a lightweight. And Amano knew how to lift with her legs from all her karate training. So with the little air she had left, she pushed up on her legs, slowly rising and bring Rose up with her, refusing to break eye contact with her opponent. The crowd was in a hushed murmur, watching the Demon raise to her feet, Rose parallel with the ground. Fuck... you, huh? Was this not a near mirror image of that death match with Kazikura? This desperation to silence the Demon? This hatred and fury of a rookie someone punching up against the skill gap? It felt... so familiar. And so intoxicating. And then, with the strength she still had, she met Rose's gaze again, giving her the smallest of licks between her legs. A mix of her own lust and hatred for the Flower wrapping her vines into her.

All before flinging her upper body right for the cage's walls, taking Rose along for the ride with her.

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The cage shook from the impact! The strike brought about a cacophony of clatters and cries. Amano threw herself against it, weilding Rose's body like the head of a morning star! "Ungh~"

A moment prior and Rose had been reassured of her victory. She could see the redness in Amano's face begin to build. She could feel her saliva against her inner thighs. She even submissivly traced her mound through her attire, or so Rose thought.

But like a wolf who'd stepped in a bear trap, she was willing to chew her own leg off to get free!

Rose hit the cage headfirst. Her world flashed white. Her body went mostly limp, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The blow had left her stunned.

The grip on Amano's wrist loosened and slid off. But her legs remained entangled around Amano's head and neck. Her deadweight kept the figure-four locked around Amano. Kept her in danger.

But unless Amano was on the edge of unconsciousness, it was Rosewho was in danged. Her body hung from Amano's neck. Her arms splayed and her fingers dragging through the sand. She was defenseless unless Amano went out.

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"Rgaaaah!" It wasn't a pretty sight in the least. Slamming Rose against the cage had the audience wincing at the brutality, the cage itself shook with a violence that echoed along the beach, and Amano's reddened face glared and snarled as her arm was finally freed, as well as her mouth. There was still weight on her, Rose was was just barely conscious enough to keep her thorns still sticking to Amano's neck, but... it was nothing compared to bearing all of Rose's weight a moment early. "Haaah..." But the Demon could quite literally breathe easier now. And she looked down at Rose with a twisted grin.

This was getting fun now! That desperate move was proof of the Demon was a threat to the champion. And even now Rose was still trying to take the Demon out as her consciousness faded. "Kehehe..." It felt like a serious martial arts battle. Hell, they were even in the gi to prove it. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more! More trading blows, more trading insults, more fighting!

She grabbed Rose's ankles, pulling them apart and getting a chance to truly breathe before setting Rose's legs down. And then... she stared, looking over Rose's body. A body that... honestly looked no different than Amano's in terms of build. There was more muscle around the legs and wrists, but... "... ... ..." She brought her body close, an arm starting to slip behind Rose's neck, another starting to move and press against it. The set up for her finisher, Oni no Eri - The Demon's Collar.

But then, she stopped. Right before she could fully set it up... she had an idea.

"Kehe~" She stopped the set up, going for a different move instead. Pulling herself off Rose's body-

"Wake up!" And bringing her skull down to headbutt her opponent and force her awake.

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Rose Gold writhed with her back on the cold sand. Her fingers curled, raking through the grains as her consciousness struggled to take hold of reality.

She felt Amano's hands on her ankles and told them not to yield! She ordered the muscles in her calves and thighs to tense. To restrict Amano's head and drag her to the ground. Instead they spread. And fell like her arms. The signal got lost somewhere in her frazzled mind.

"Nnnnn..." She whimpered softly. It was meek, but a show of life. She wasn't out. And she began to stir, even as Amano plastered herself atop her.

Her arms moved to counter Amano's movements. But they moved as if she were underwater. Slow and sluggish. So much so that by the time they reached Amano's biceps it was too late. But the touch caused her eyes to flutter.

A moment later her world was consumed by a thunderstorm of agony! A sudden crash of thunder resounded through her consciousness as Amano's forehead crashed against her own, striking the bridge of her nose and eliciting a cry of pain from her lips. It was a sweet sound. Indistinguishable from a cry of pleasure.

Her eyes shot open as the lightning flashed across her field of vision. A brief loss of vision that presented itself as a flash of white. She bit her lip in agony, an act to prevent another scream! The hands that had been at Amano's bicep clutched her face as she attempted to roll to protect it.

"Ahn~ Nggh~ God!" She whimpered. This wasn't the first time she'd been struck in the face. But it never got easier. And there were only a few strikes more devastating than an unprotected headbutt!

But for what it was worth, Amano's jolt had shocked her back to life!

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"Rgh!" Amano winced, eye twitching as the headbutt met its mark and shot out a bit of pain through the Demon's own skull from the recoil. But the pain was welcomed. It was a brutish move, but one that clearly roused Rose back to life. And as the champion writhed and striked to focus, Amano's eyes wondered. From Rose's bruised face, to her black gi, to what bit her legs she could see from their position. And Amano's mind wandered as well.

She could... go further, right?

The Demon was by no means a chaste or reserved fighter. Her outfit and behavior alone made that clear, and Rose's sensual teasing had... aroused her a little. And if her previous matches with people like Lorelei and Lunar taught her anything, mixing martial and sensual attacks was welcomed... and encouraged.

So, with a twisted grin Amano pushed her forehead against Rose's, eyes burrowing into hers with clear intent... and desire. "Hey," She barked out. her voice edged with lust and excitement. "Consider this payback for messing with my girlfriend..." She started snaking her arms again. "And thanks... for giving me a shot at your head." Slowly, she started pushing her lips forward as she set up her Ezequiel Choke finisher. Though this time... with a twist. "I hope you break out of this, Rose." She said, her yellow eyes lighting up, just before trying to lock it all in, just before locking her lips in as well, setting out for fully cut off the flower at the roots.

"Cuz' I wanna' keep fighting you in the next round... and the next... and the next!" Her lips curl to a grin. "Forever and ever!"