All's fair in love and war! Rise vs Ina

[pikazard]

The first fall of the match ended in seemingly a flash with Ina making short work of the brunette, if this were just a single fall match then Rise would have already lost with shockingly little resistance. But it wasn't, so the Idol's torment was long from over. Though Rise would get somewhat of a respite as Ina took this moment to declare her superiority, quite literally rubbing it in as she grinded her boot against the girl's face "Uuuugh..." With Ina's declaration to punish all jobbers ringing in her head Rise would meekly look up at the woman as she lifted up her boot, only for that boot to come crashing down on Rise's chest "Aaaaaugh!!!!"

Rise felt spit fly from her mouth as her breasts were smashed under Ina's boot, a feeling of pain and helplessness washing over her for far from the first time in this match. Not content to just do nothing though Rise would reach up to grab Ina by the ankle, hoping to push it to the side and unbalance the woman and hopefully make her fall over! Though her chances of success were... less than favourable.

[Violet]

Ina could feel their abyss by her boot as it was mounted upon their chest. She could feel every hoarse breathing as their lungs rose and fell, and their heartbeat as it pounded against their chest cavity bruised and battered against the roof of her rib cage. She could feel the gentle push of their weak arms that shook the boot from its pedestal but she couldn’t worry more about it. It was a sweet feeling that painted a smirk and sent a shiver down her spine.

“Ohh look at her go!” Ina exclaimed with such fervor.

“Go, Rise, go! Come on! Come on!” Ina pumped her folded arms by her waist. She’s cheering on the woman she had been torturing so far like an avid fan

“You just gotta keep fighting and trying! One day you’ll~ hahahaha!” Her echoing laughter didn’t need a microphone. It unfurled to the crowd and froze their heart, akin to a devil’s shriek.

“That must be what they’re telling you all the time, don’t they? Your friends, loved ones, managers, and fans!” Her right boot fell on Rise’s ribs and face like iron stakes, battering them for each name she dropped.

“Just good unadulterated ol motivation for little Rise.” Ina grabbed her by her hair and the collar of her top to force her up. “Well... I beg to differ.” she tugged Rise to her until their heads were mere inches apart as those words rasped into a growl.

“I say… they tell you that only for money and fame!” Ina whispered near her ear, silent but loud enough to challenge Rise’s perceptions, akin to the devil on her shoulder. “Just so you’ll keep banging yourself to the wall that is wrestling which you clearly have no talent about.”

“Cause you see..” her voice grew louder so the audience could hear. “Your fans don’t actually hate to see you lose. I’d even bet they’re liking it a liiitleee bit too much.” she cackled.

“Look at them, Rise!” she threw a swift hook to Rise’s face. “Look at them while I torture you.” then another! ‘’Look at them get off on you while you suffer.”

[pikazard]

Rise's attempts to at least somewhat resist Ina by lifting her boot off of her chest were met with something she was not expecting from the blonde in a million years; encouragement. Of course it wasn't being said sincerely, and her intent to mock Rise was clear even before she broke character to break into laughter, harsh laughter that sounded more like the roar of a beast and shook Rise to her core. Ina would then go on to start to deliver a demotivating speech to Rise, declaring that Rise's friends and fans only cheered her on to see her lose, all the while bludgeoning her with stomps to the face and torso to hammer her points in "Gwaaagh! Aaaaaaugh!!!!"

Ina would then yank Rise up by her hair with no more resistance from the idol than a hiss of pain and would continue belittling her with words that hurt almost as much as the blows she battered Rise with. Almost. And Ina's words weren't hurtful because they were untrue or exaggerated, but because they were the opposite. It hadn't been her intention, but Rise had built up a fanbase of people that loved to see her lose, to see her beaten up or humiliated, or worse.

But even so Ina's words were awakening something in Rise, anger. There may have been some truth to Ina's words, but that only pissed Rise off even more and gave her courage to ball up her fists and try to fight back. After one of Ina's punches Rise would suddenly lash out while the blonde was rearing her fist back again, swinging a hook in retaliation aimed right at Ina's right cheek "Orah!" Rise may come to regret this later, but in the heat of the moment she wanted nothing more than to shut Ina up!

[Violet]

This was it, the epitome of her duty in this ratched league. A step to her calling to make every girl like Rise realize they have no place in this beautiful sport finally within reach, just like Rise to her most pathetic form. The moans, hiss and whimpers as she held her by her hair, and her rosy cheeks battered with punch after punch; just a few more bruises and a sobbing loser cry, and she’d be satisfied. It was almost too good to be true.

Until “Guurghh!” The idol’s fist sunk into Ina’s cheek with the knuckles knocking on her teeth. The impact forced her to release Rise’s hair as she stumbled sideward. Her back turned as she almost fell to her front, saved by her hand propping against her left knee as the other massaged the sore spot. She spit and smiled. Her prey still had some fight in her. Or perhaps the insults gave her second wind, but it didn’t matter. All that did was the slight numbing pain on her cheek and the need to return it ten-fold.

Ina then looked at her hand, and no blood, just a lingering soreness on her cheek. "Not bad!" Ina exclaimed, then turned back to Rise. "Hit me again!" The blonde said with a certain eagerness. Her expression was lax, almost the exact opposite of how she was before. Her arms were down, her posture straight and opened, defenseless for another hit to the face. "Let's give you a chance. Hit me again." she beckoned with her hands.

[pikazard]

Rise had been pretty passive up until this point in the match, mostly making attempts at attacks that got countered or getting the ever loving crap beaten out of her, so it was quite a shock to everyone (including Rise herself) when she suddenly found the courage within herself to punch Ina in the face! Rise's right hook wasn't exactly fearsome, but getting hit in the face by a punch of any strength level wasn't exactly a fun time and Ina had been caught off guard so she would release Rise and get sent stumbling back, leaving the idol to nurse her sore hand. Rise had never really had any striking training, so she had no idea how much it could hurt to punch someone "Oww..."

Rise's utter failure to follow up on her punch should have been a costly mistake, but in a subversion of the attitude she had been displaying throughout the match Ina was feeling generous and invited the idol to hit her again "S-seriously?" Rise didn't know if she entirely believed the offer... but Ina wasn't doing anything... Rise would back up a few feet while eyeing up the blonde nervously, for a second it was uncertain if she was going to take Ina up on her offer or run for it.

But then the brunette would suddenly break off into a run at Ina before leaping into the air, getting some admittedly impressive air as she soared towards the german before swinging at her with a rudimentary Superman punch "Haaaaiyah!"

[Violet]

One lingering taste of iron in her mouth. A different pace to this otherwise another night's work. That sensation didn't feel quite right enough though making her ask Rise for another. Ina just stood there, hands on her hips, almost as fresh as she came in when she started the match, offering the rookie to be her punching bag for one shot. The rookie's face astounded was not surprising. Spending the whole match being beaten down and degraded then this? But Ina knew she would bite. An opportunity to get a little bit of something out of this ordeal.

Ina smirked as the idol reared for some momentum! Their dainty boots taking forward with purpose. A leap then a reared balled fist full of hatred. Payback for every slams, stomps, and every hurtful words! Too bad all those was well deserved! Ina's hand would stop Rise's fist mid-punch! The other would snare Rise by the neck, keeping her suspended in the air as she paraded her around. The words though hurtful was the truth and she'd stamp that to Rise with a spit on their face before lifting her up higher for a chokeslam!

[pikazard]

That Rise took Ina's offer at all was probably naivety on her part, a vain hope that she could somehow turn this one-sided massacre around and maybe, just maybe, she could actually mount a comeback on the German. That misguided optimism fuelled her charge as she closed the distance, and led her fist right into Ina's palm as her momentum was halted with a grip on her throat as Ina used the idol to display her strength by keeping her petite form held in the air "Guahck!"

Rise writhed in Ina's grasp to try and get the blonde to drop, wild desperation kicking in and prompting the brunette to try and get free as soon as possible with no regard to strategy or finesse. Sadly brute force was hardly the lightweight's forte, and even her best efforts were little more than annoying for the stronger woman, which probably only made the situation worse as Ina finally decided to put Rise down. But before she did she would lift Rise up even higher in preparation for a ring-shaking chokeslam "Wait wait wait! Please don't! I gi-"

WHAM!!!

As soon as Rise hit the mat she would immediately ragdoll, bouncing off of the mat for a moment before crashing down again landing down spread-eagle. Her was tilted to the side so that her cheek was flat against the mat and she had drool seeping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes held no light in them and the only sign that she was alive was the slow rise and fall of her chest. The chokeslam had knocked her out clean, but as this wasn't a standard match a fall would only be declared if she was pinned or submitted; she wasn't getting out of this that easily.

[Violet]

Nothing feels better than giving a prey some little hope. Letting the idea that they may get out unscathed or have any chance of fighting back. That short fuse of glimmer they could cling to before being snatched away again. It was pure bliss. Accentuated by the fingers tightening around Rise’s neck. Ina’s chuckle as they struggled couldn’t paint a clearer picture of their difference in level. Mocking the poor idol right in front of their face, lifted off their feet so their eyes could level while she does so.

A grin turned ear to ear as she heard their last beg before she slammed them mercilessly to the canvas. The impact surprised the German a bit herself as she then basked over Rise’s knocked out body. The scene then looked peaceful even with their spent body spread over the canvas. It made Ina muse pinning the idol down to end the match. A thought mulled over by just a second as Ina then stood above them, feet on both sides of their head and roughly tugged them up by her hair.

“I’m not done playing with you yet, Mauschen!” The blonde said through a smirk as she’d then try to Irish whip Rise to the corner! Her boots followed behind them like a predator tailing a wounded prey to spear and crush them against the turnbuckles!

[pikazard]

In the darkness of her unconscious state Rise found peace for the first time in this match, although it was short lived and moments later she would be roused from her slumber by the pain in her scalp as Ina dragged her up to her feet "ahh..." Without even the energy to scream Rise would grimace as she allowed herself to be yanked up, and before she could even make heads or tails of where she was or what she was doing she would get whipped into the turnbuckle and crash into it back first. Rise winced in pain and grabbed the ropes hastily to keep herself upright, but that would soon prove to be a mistake as Ina followed after the brunette and crushed her against the ring post!

"Aaaagh!!!"

As the air deflated from her body and her strength left her Rise would lean against Ina in a fruitless attempt to stay on her feet, as she no longer trusted her own quivering legs to do the job. Rise buried her face against Ina's chest in the hopes that she could keep it protected for just a few seconds longer, breathing shallowly into it and hiding the look of despair on her face. It was clear to everyone watching that no miracle could possibly save Rise at this point, it was just a matter of how long Ina intended to keep beating on her before she got bored.