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

[SuckerPunch]

Her ears rang as if her head was a bell. Amano's headbutt had marked her pretty, pristine face. But it had also stirred her. "Ngh...." She winced. But then her lips parted. "You're supposed... To be... A demon, huh?" The words, slurred by damage, were also spoken sardonically.

Amano's change in demeanor had stricken her with fear because she'd recognized it. She'd seen in Amano a reflection of who she once was. The duality of a woman repressed by her society. And the power of her inhibitions unshackled. It was an awakening that had led her to who she was now. And that reflection conjured in her who she'd once been... The Coward. It had shaken her. Forced her into a fight with her opponent and her own mental.

But Amano was different from her. "You're still-" Her eyes fluttered once as her split vision began to realign. "-Still wearing your chains!"

Her eyes slid closed.

Rose Gold had always been vulnerable to power moves. Her light and flexible frame had more give than the average body. And it made her easier to swing around. The crushing impact with the cage had put her in a vulnerable position. And Amano seemed eager to take advantage of it. Her headbutt had woken Rose Gold up, but her body was still heavy.

Amano was upon her. Their space between them was imperceiveable.

Their lips met. Rose gagged and gasped as the choke sealed her airways, forcing her tongue out of her mouth and into Amano's. Rose Gold, Vile as she was, tasted heavenly. She tasted like fresh strawberries and the first rain of spring. Her kiss was blissful. Her tongue glided against the other woman's reflexively. Breathless and effortless. Her purpling lips gripped Amano's. Even in the throes of death, she had the deadliest kiss in the league. Intoxicating and delicious.

Her left hand grasped at Amano's forearm. She bridged, forcing their hips to meet as she tried to roll the other girl. She knew this technique. And she knew the escape. The two-handed choke from the mount was extremely susceptible to sweeps!

But such a feat required a dexterity that her failing muscles couldn't provide. Her heels dug into the sand. Her free hand grasped Amano's hair, pulling it by the roots!

Her eyes opened.

And Amano could see in them a fire more intense than that she'd witnessed in the first round. They narrowed challengingly. Even as they began to roll! Her breathing was labored as her airways collapsed under the pressure of Amano's squeeze! Her gasping forced her to suckle lewdly upon Amano's tongue. And her increasingly shallow panting caressed the depths of Amano's throat.

[dlamp]

"!!!!!" A noiseless gasp left Amano. It shouldn't had been this much of a surprise, really. She made the initiative to kiss Rose -partly to cut off her oxygen further, partly to satisfy her own lust- but she knew this was a woman of lust. And as such... Rose's lips were had the Demon in heaven. Whether Rose was trying to distract Amano further with lust or was giving into it herself, Amano found herself addicted to the taste, pressing herself ever harder against Rose's face and lips as they met. And like with many things about Rose, her boasts weren't just empty bragging. More! And Amano was hungry for for it.

Her hips jolted upon meeting Rose's, her black spats darkening further as libido started to give away. Amano's body tipped to the side, but she kept a tight grip on her choke, more desperate to keep feeling Rose's strawberry lips than choke her out. More, more! She could feel it, Rose gripping her thorns into Amano's hair and pulling hard at the strains to fight back, feel her body slowly giving away to the lack of oxygen... And she could see Rose's hateful gaze as she took both of them on a roll, still fighting Amano with what breath she had.

It. Was. A rush!

Most people didn't fight this hard against her finisher. This choke was usually a sealed deal whenever she used it on groggy opponent, but Rose was fighting it! She was nearly breaking it! And she was getting Amano wet with excitement at the thought of it. It wasn't just a fun fight, it was getting her so hot! She wanted more. She needed more. As Rose sucked on her mouth Amano started rubbing herself against her fellow martial artist, desperate to feel what was going on with her opponent's lower half as well. Was she turn on by this? Was this how most fights against uppercard lightweights went? Because she wanted more of this!

And all the while the Demon kept eye contact with Rose, lighting up in challenge as well. Though while Rose's gaze was spite, Amano's was pure bliss, silently begging for Rose to keep fighting, begging her to break out and counter her. Because the Demon meant what she said:

She wanted this battle to last forever.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold's hips hit the sand. Her desperate attempt to escape was performed with no progress. She'd achieved little more than what amounted to a snow angel in the sand. Where Amano was a ball of thunder, Rose was but a piece of driftwood. Her heels rested flat on the sand at the end of a furrow her struggles had dug.

The animal astride her could feel the life leaving her. Her perky tits rose against Amano's in a slower, more spacious rhythm. The fingers against her scalp were restful. The burning there had ceased. And the grip upon the jaws that captured her throat had gone meek. The short, quick panting had slowed. Her lungs calming as they gave in to learned helplessness. Her head lulled softly to the side, held upright by Amano's hungry kiss. Their tongues still danced. Though Rose's was an erratic twitching. Death knells. Saliva escaped her mouth where it wasn't sealed by the other's.

Her eyes rolled counter-clockwise in her head as her last bit of oxygen left her system. Her thighs flooded and spread, welcoming Amano. The bell rang. And her hands fell away. They struck the sand, palm up.

The world went black.

[dlamp]

This was fun. This was so much fun! Rose was slowing down in her grip and struggle, the movement of her body turning lax, and even as Rose's tongue was still moving within Amano's mouths she was slowing down. And as her opponent's pace slowed down, so did Amano's. Her kiss went from an aggressive devouring to a slow dance movement at a constant rhythm. Her hard rubbing turned to a more intimate and gentle embrace as her spats were soaked with he signs of her lust. A slow and loving grip that nearly mirrored two lovers rather than opponents. And the pleasure Amano got from it was immense. Her eyes glazed as the lust took over, looking at Rose's with pure hunger.

And Rose... was barely staring back.

... ... ...

What? What the hell? Was Rose... losing consciousness? Her eyes were rolling, the fight in them was dying, and her harsh grip was softening... Wasn't that just Rose's libido? Wasn't she just giving into lust like Amano?

... ... ...

No.

No way.

Impossible.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. nO. No.

NO!

Rose couldn't die on Amano yet. Rose wasn't allowed to! Amano still wanted to fight more!

"End of Round 2! Fighters, to your corners!"

Amano's head snapped upward, her voice letting out an inhuman snarl. "No, get up Rose!" She growled. "We're still killing each other! You can't stop now!"

"Fighters, to your corners!"

Amano's eyes locked onto Rose's fading ones, baring her teeth as her face contorted into a twisted scowl. "Raaagh!" Her gaze snapped in all direction. To the official, to Rose, to the crowd watching in a murmuring silence... then to Hangaku, the woman's eyes near daggers as the Demon was snapped back into reality. "Wha-"

And then, she felt a pang in her chest.

The official pried the Demon off Rose and a few other officials went to double check her opponent's condition. Meanwhile, Amano dragged herself over to her corner, Hangaku and a few Taishuya attendants waiting with a chair ice bags.

[SuckerPunch]

The bell had rang and neither woman responded to it.

Amano was lost in the position she'd secured.

The Demon was thrusting against the ensnared champion's lithe figure. Rose Gold's nubile body quivered and shook with every one of Amano's eager grinds. She was a adrift on the ocean of Amano's needs. Her head lulled and bounced with the motion once Amano released her lips.

Rose Gold, for her part, had chosen to go out rather than tap. She had chosen death over surrender. And it took the referee to pull the Demon from her prize.

The two competitors were ordered to their corners. Amano complied. While Rose Gold was left laying in the sand.

The doctor came in to check on her. A sniff of ammonia later and she was seated upright in the care of the medical professional.

Wide eyed, she looked around, drank in her world. She'd been here before in training so many times... She was becoming aware of what happened. Even if she couldn't remember, she could understand it. Her eyes knit tightly and grew as wet as her sex. "No..."

The ref girl approached the center of the cage with a microphone. Results in hand. "No... Please..."

"Ladies and gentlemen. As per California State Athletic Commission rules; In the event of an attack disabling a competitor after the bell, said competitor will be given five minutes to recover. Should competitor Rose Gold be unable to answer the bell at this time, the match will be awarded to her opponent. Thank you and please continue to enjoy our main event of the evening!"

Rose Gold's eyes opened. And she looked hopefully upon the doctor for confirmation. The medical professional merely nodded, meeting Rose's eyes through her glasses.

All of that hope, now actualized, became arrogant anger! Her fist balled up in the sand and she pushed the doctor off of her, sending the slightly larger woman staggering. "Get off of me! Plebian!"

A moment later she was seated upon her stool. "Water!"

[dlamp]

"Haaaah..." The ice felt like a hundred-pound weight on her, and not just from the size of it. For a moment she honestly thought she felt steam come off her back as the ice made contact with her skin when the assistants pulled down her gi. And yet all Amano could do was take deep, heavy breaths as the clock ticked down, every one sending a sharp stab through her chest where Rose kicked her. All that pain was coming back in full force now. Her chest her hurt, her arm was sore, and she could feel the bruises start to well up at her side. Shit... But that wasn't even the worst part. No... the pain she could handle, if only barely. Her lust... her hunger was still unsatisfied. And being pulled away made it ever harder to maintain focus.

"Rei-chan... Rei-chan..." She could barely make out Hangaku's words. They felt... distant now as she focused on just breathing. She could felt hands tightly grip down on her shoulders, forcing her still. "Rei-chan," Hangaku's words were sharp and clear, right next to her ear. "Can you hear me?" Amano could only nod. There was a pause as Hangaku rubbed Amano's shoulders, her hands slowly moving to her shoulder blades, then the base of her spine. "Thirty seconds." She said. "Right when the five minutes are up, I can give you thirty seconds. Then... if you can't finish it, survive."

Amano felt a harsh jab at spine, the pain in her chest fading almost immediately as she bucked back to life. "Ahg-!" The gasp she let out was inhuman, along with the sudden jolt. The world snapped back into shape. She could breath again... for a few seconds until the pain came back almost immediately.

"Not until we have ten seconds left, Rei-chan."

"... ... ..."

"Hey, you made it to round three against the Lightweight Champion. And you nearly won it too. Just focus on breathing and remember what I told you. Liver, spleen, the bridge of the nose. Focus on those areas and don't try to grapple with her. Thirty second is a long time while in the middle of a fight. You still have a chance."

Amano forced a breath, her eyes sharpening. "Hai."

[winner3]

Lexy had been beside herself. Concern and worry washed over her face when she saw her goddess limp in the sands beneath Amano, supple and vulnerable as a newborn fawn, clinging to consciousness ever so slightly on the demoness' clutches!

How many places would the visual of Amano tonguing down Rose Gold be shared in? How close did Jaku come to dethroning the Queen of the Lightweights? Worse yet, how many people were there in the stands and watching around the world? How many of them felt like that at this point in the match, we were just a few short minutes away from seeing the greatest woman to grace this roster vanquished?

Lexy clutched her chest. She composed herself. There was no doubt that Rose would chastise her something fierce if she ever noticed the look of worry on her servant's face when she the replays or the recordings of this match.

The tension and doubt Lexy was feeling were suddenly shattered by the sound of the bell! Right away, she remembered the Athletic Commission rules. She remembered where they were fighting! This wasn't over! Destiny wouldn't allow it to end this way! Alan scurried onto the sands, making tracks in them as she looked to help Rose up!

Despite the fact that the doctor had been shoved aside already, Lexy ran in and shoved her again before kneeling down to assist Rose and help the champion back to her stool in her corner.

Lexy dared not speak. She knew it would only enrage Rose further. The only words either of them were looking for at this point in time were the words from the official confirming her victory. Acknowledging the sheer state of vulnerability and helplessness Rose was in earlier would be ill-advised.

When Rose snapped at her demanding water, Lexy did not hesitate to give it to her. She presented the bottle quickly. With her free hand, she began to brush some of the sand off of Roses person and out of her hair.

"Did we plan out how we'll celebrate? After you win, I mean?" Lexy would ask. The reality was that Amano had a decisive and indisputable advantage. The moment that bell rang, The Demoness would be looking to finish what she started and clinch the victory. Lexy had sensed that any advice here would be met with pushback, even if it was useful advice. But she was also confident that Rose was far from done here! She hoped that by focusing on what mattered, she'd restore her liege's spirits. And spur the champ on!

[SuckerPunch]

It was a strange sensation, being choked unconscious. She'd been through it many times in her training. But it was never something she found herself capable of getting used to...

Sitting on the stool she could feel her head pounding, perhaps because of the blood returning to her brain. Her lips and tongue felt tingly, almost numb. Though they could still taste Amano's lust. Her ears rang slightly, even against the roaring of the crowd.

They had put on a good show... One Rose could watch from the big screen. A repeating slow motion replay of her nubile body going limp as Amano relentlessly molested her. Defeat in every meaning, save for the technical one. And worst of all... She could feel the way her body responded to the situation. Her nipples ached. Her thighs were wet.

Lexy's words were meant to be encouraging. Saccharine sweet subservience. Rose spat the water onto the sand in response as she stood up from her stool. She was still light headed, which caused her to stagger and catch herself against the cage. Only infuriating her further!

"I'll make her pay!" She snarled in response to Lexy's question as she tore at the belt around her waist. "I'm going to tear her apart!" She growled, grasping her gi by the collar and throwing it on the ground.

She narrowed her eyes and glared at the Demon and her second. Her fists balling so tight that her nails bit into her palms and nearly drew blood. "I'm going to make her pay for this!" She trembled with rage as she repeated herself.

The call for second's out heralded the coming of the third and final round. Rose stepped away from her corner. No longer robed in her martial artist's regalia. Instead, she was dressed in the sharply cut bikini she'd worn beneath. High-leg bikini bottoms that exposed her inner thighs until the very -edge- of decency. And a string bikini top that cradled her firm, perky breasts.

She looked over her shoulder at Lexy, her eyes no less full of fire. "And then -we- are going to use what's left of her!! In front of the whole world!"

*Ding Ding Ding*

[dlamp]

Amano could feel Rose's bloodlust from the other side of the cage. She looked up and met Rose's eyes for only a second and she was slammed with the murderous intent. A frigid and hateful glare and nearly took her back to her middle school days. The look of an angry woman wanting to tear another woman to shreds, until nothing was left. The rose had wilted, and thorns were all that remained. And the sight sent a shiver down the Demon's spine. Murder and lust. That was all Amano could see in Rose now. And the shedding of clothes made it clear this final round was going to be beyond brutal.

"Remember." Hangaku's firm hand snapped Amano back to the reality. She glanced behind her, meeting her Pillar's eye. "Just remember what I told you, and you'll be fine."

Amano looked back to Rose, watching the remains of her outfit hit the floor. All in all, this... might actually be a good thing. Rose as furious, in a rage, and hungry for revenge. And while fighting something like that would be terrifying... it was also the perfect state of opponent for the Aiki Demon. Riling up an opponent, forcing them to get angry, and countering their wide, wild, and off-balance attacks. It was the main focus of her strategy. The main way a fledgling martial artist like her could stand up to and counter more skilled opponents. Countering and dismembering someone like Rose, who even had Amano's same build and size, would actually make this third round an easy one if she could last those 30 seconds...

She still had a chance, if she played smart...

"... ... ..."

But...

"Nee-chan..." Amano gripped the collar of her gi. "I... I can't." There was a pause from the two, a silence.

Then, Amano pulled off her gi and belt, letting them fall to the sand in a more graceful manner. Unlike Rose, her body was lacking the muscle and tone of a long-trained martial artist, her focus on aikido making her body not as built, but her wrists had clear calluses from her karate. It wasn't the body of a professional warrior, but a girl with more training than others. And under her gi was a more professional sports bra as opposed to her usual lack of bra or wrappings. A sign she was taking this fight seriously.

Playing smart would be the right call. It might even win her the belt. It shut everyone up about how much they hyped up that damn object hanging over Rose's corner.

... ... ...

But it wouldn't be her call. And the Amano Jaku wasn't a demon that cared for titles. She cared about bringing people on high to their lowest and tear into their very souls. And Rose hasn't gone low enough yet.

"... ... ..." Hangaku only sighed, placing a hand over Amano's back with a light touch.

Then, three shots.

It honestly felt like three bullets were shot into Amano. The first one around the upper part of her back that numbed her whole body. The second just behind her midsection that sent an electric pulse through her whole body. And the final shot at the very tip of her spine, a shot that forced her to breath and fill her lungs with air. She... felt better. As if she didn't take all that damage in the second round. And no sooner were the seconds called back. "Then do your best... Our little Hellion."

The seconds were called off in full now, and Amano sprinted right for Rose a the first bell, fist pulled back. As shocked as she was by Rose's state, she heard her ravings loud and clear. And the Demon's message, both in her actions and the words leaving her lips, would be clear:

"THEN YOU BETTER GO ALL OUT!"

No. Holds. Barred.

[SuckerPunch]

Amano charged. Desperate. Savage. Like a beast released from it's cage years after captivity. Rose Gold's eyes narrowed, meeting the Demon's intensity and matching her charge.

Ever since burying Kelsea, Wrestling had been a game to Rose Gold. How could it be anything else? The women she'd fought against couldn't hope to compete with her. And she took hedonistic pleasure in disassembling them for the amusement of a global audience.

She was the best in the world. The most talented. The most clever. The most erotic. No one could match her! Why should she take it seriously? And yet... Moments prior she'd stained the sand with her drool. She'd met her own eyes and found them empty. Defeated.

"YOU'RE NOTHING!" She raged! Half-way to Amano. Half-way to convincing herself that she hadn't already been conquered once! Amano had achieved what she'd sought to do. She'd made the Sinister Siren angry. Serious.

Her calves tensed as they churned sand and pushed her to meet her foe in the center of the cage. White knuckled and furious, she yearned to rend Amano's spirit. To dash her hopes against a wall that she could never hope to climb! If Amano wanted to dance in the brambles, then so be it!

She planted her right foot and lashed out with her left! It was imperfect. She typically planted her left foot, but there was no way she could generate a damaging kick with her injured right leg. It still throbbed from the blow Amano had delivered to it in the second round.

"SORYA!" She let out a battle cry in her native tongue as she clashed with her foe. A hand-me-down from the woman who'd taught her all about professional wrestling at the Hokkaido University Joshi Puroresuru Club.

The thrusting kick was sent to Amano's body! An attempt to bury the flat of her heel in Amano's belly and separate the muscles of her abdominal wall! To continue the terrible task she'd started when Amano had endured all of those body blows previously.