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

[pikazard]

After being scooped up and smashed onto the mat by Ina Rise would be left writhing in pain underneath her stunning blonde tormentor, the blonde making a remark at how good Rise looked when she was losing as she towered over her. Rise wanted to tell Ina to shove it and that she was wrong about her, but honestly she didn't think Ina was wrong at all, though even if she did want to complain she wasn't capable of making any noise other than a pained groan right now "Uuugh..."

Before Rise could even begin to think about recovering Ina would make her move, lifting her leg high into the air before bringing it down onto Rise's neck "Ggggauugh!!!" Rise let out a strangled cry as Ina's heel dug right into her throat, painfully and cruelly choking the idol under her heel while the audience watched in horror. Usually the referee would have been quick to step in and make Ina release her, but as this was a no holds barred match Ina was free to do as she pleased! Rise reached up and grabbed the offending foot by the ankle and tried to push Ina away, but in the state she was in she couldn't muster much strength to do so and her push was weak.

[Violet]

Her leg skyward, her knee touching her bust and boot primed like a guillotine, she was Rise's executioner. Then, she brought it down the idol's throat with a thunderous sound. The crowd recoiled at the impact, lurching away as it hit Rise enough to make her limbs bounce.

The horrific picture pierced the heart of many as Ina’s cold boot meshed with her throat. Her cries, her legs kicking, and her vain attempt to lift the boot off of her neck were all mortifying to watch. But what startled them most was the emotion on Ina's face - or, rather, the lack of it. She looked at her tantalizing foe without remorse nor a wicked grin. It was as if seeing someone gurgling and sputtering as they choke was not so special for her anymore. As if the girl underneath her heels was nothing but a bug to be squished.

"Tell me. Is losing that amusing to you that you always come back for more? Perhaps you like being beaten in front of a crowd. Shown off and displayed how pathetic you are."

She kept her in that position until her face turned pale and blue. She didn't deserve the peace of unconsciousness, she thought. Rise was the epitome of the kind of people she detested, and the anger inside her just kept bubbling as it went on because of it. Ina would cease mere feet away from her as she'd watch her suffer.

"Writhe, pig!" she added.

[pikazard]

If there was a worse position for the Idol to be in right now she certainly couldn't think of any as Ina tormented and tortured her with a heel to her throat, choking her and keeping her firmly pinned to the mat as Rise writhed in pain and tried in vain to remove the offending boot "gaaaaugh!!! Gaaaackk..." Rise started to tear up from the pain as Ina tortured her without even the slightest hint of mercy, even mockingly suggesting that she enjoyed losing and having her defeated figure shown off in front of a crowd, Rise wanted to tell her that she was wrong but right now she couldn't form any coherent sentences without choking.

Rise was moments away from losing consciousness when Ina finally relented and stepped off of her throat, though only because she wanted to keep the Idol suffering rather than any sort of mercy. Rise clutched at her sore throat which now sported a red mark that looked like it was going to bruise as she coughed and hacked and desperately sucked in air to reclaim the breaths she wasn't able to take thanks to Ina "S-shut up!" Rise wheezed, defying Ina in what was quite frankly the only way she could right now, given that any other way would require the energy to get up, something she absolutely could not do right now.

[Violet]

Ina's mind was rife with loathing and bliss. Her hatred unfolded with a boot upon their pathetic throat; it was cloud nine. The way Rise sputtered and choked trying to voice her complaints and pleas was better than any soprano's falsetto in an opera. The way their limbs kicked and threw a spastic fit; picture-perfect. The way they were splayed all over the mat was better than any masterpiece.

As much as lovely it would be to see their eyes roll to the back of their head - it's just too early for that yet. There was no interest in an early score. Such deeds would warrant charity from the woman whose very goal is to rid wrestling of the essence that reeks in her opponent.

But then a peculiar note came - defiance. Ah, spunky jobbers. Wrestlers that couldn't bolster their high spirit with any skill whatsoever. Ina merely chuckled at the attempt to be tough. She lurched down; one hand seized Rise's bruised throat. The other balled their locks of hair in a fist to yank them to their feet. She would kiss her forehead with theirs, applying a morsel of pressure while gazing upon their hazel jewel.

She clicked her tongue; lips curled to a frown. "Would you mind saying that again? I didn't hear you properly while you were down there."

But she'd never let her finish. No, even if she really wanted to. The hand that grabbed their hair would then weave down and gut-punch Rise!

Her arm pulled and revved. ''Tell me. Come again!" Then, another punch; she'd push her forehead down theirs harder. "Come on, it isn't that hard!" And another salvo of knuckles bearing down Rise's solar plexus.

[pikazard]

Even as she was saying it Rise knew that telling Ina to shut up was probably a bad idea, but she did so anyway. Rather predictably her foe didn't seem to be afraid in the face of her defiance, giving an amused chuckle before grabbing the Idol by the throat and yanking her up by her hair "Oww oww oww..." Rise's face was twisted in pain as Ina leaned into her and asked her to repeat herself, then her eyes would bulge open as Ina punched her right in the gut "Aaaaugh!!!" Rise screamed out as her abs were tenderised by Ina, even from that one punch alone she likely would have collapsed back down to the mat had Ina not kept her up by her throat.

Before the Idol was even able to finish comprehending the pain she was currently experiencing Ina would punch her again "Oooough!!!" she cried out, gasping silently in agony while Ina screamed at her to speak up before preventing her from doing so with yet another punch "Uuugh!!!" Rise wheezed as the continual blows to her solar plexus left her with too little air to scream. Tears filled the corners of her eyes as her delicate abs were completely brutalised, leaving marks that were surely going to become deep dark bruises later on, Rise would try to speak up with a voice that sounded like a fusion of a whisper and a pained grunt "s-sorry..." she moaned, pitifully attempting to soothe her tormentors rage.

[Violet]

"Shut up"

She heard it well. She truly did. But she wanted Rise to repeat it anyway. It had been a while since she had a defiant jobber in her hands. They usually cower in fear the moment "Rache" rung true in the arena. Guess she isn't that known in LAW yet. But they'll know her alright, especially after she breaks this idol!

Crunched fist laid waste to their abdomen - twisting, battering Rise's insides. Ina took their breath away, not even enough to muster a scream. Barrage after barrage; oh how she could do it forever! The smirk she donned grew wider and wider as they watched their expression fill with agony!

"Huh?" The word they spurted soon wiped the grin on Ina's face. "Sorry?! You're sorry?! I don't think that's what I'm asking you to say, loser!"

The military girl grabbed the idol by her hair. She'd turn her around. Arms would soon then coil under and between their legs and around their neck. She'd heft them up in a position that haunted LAW even in just the first time she used it - The Jobber Crusher!

But she'd not put Rise away with that just yet! She wants to hear them scream their guts out. Beg for her to finish them. She paraded Rise around; all the while, she'd wrench her hold down as if impaling them on her shoulder in a Torture Rack!

[pikazard]

After having her nicely toned tummy utterly demolished by the barrage of belly punches from her blonde tormentor Rise would be left pitifully moaning as she stared at Ina with glazed over eyes that fought to stay open, drool running down the corner of her mouth that she had neither the energy to wipe away or the desire to, as she had much bigger problems right now. Despite the idol's meekly uttered apology Ina seemed to not be in a very forgiving mood, Rise's momentary act of defiance had clearly angered the blonde and now Rise would pay the price for it.

Rise would let out a weak yelp of pain as her hair was grabbed before Ina hauled her up onto her shoulders, the meagre resistance Rise put up being mostly ignored by the heel, if she felt it at all that is. Before Rise could do anything about it she would suddenly feel herself being wrenched down onto Ina's shoulders, forcing a scream out of her that gave her well trained vocal cords a serious workout "EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" Rise screamed as her spine felt like it was being pressed down onto a red-hot poker, the tears that formerly rested in the corner of her eyes were now freely flowing down her cheeks.

Even though she had little hope of escaping on her own the girl's survival instincts would kick in and she would start thrashing about in the woman's hold, trying desperately to escape and caring little for doing it gracefully or conserving her dignity "LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

[Violet]

And there went the defiance.

More's the pity. Ina would have done anything to keep that going. But like anyone else, Rise flinched and gave in. Pain is such a unique impetus, no? It impedes what your mind might think. Hope gave way to despair. Defiance to submission. But spunky or not, Ina knew one thing: they break all the same!

And so, Ina hefted Rise upon her shoulder. Her hands clutched their neck and leg, wrenching them down hard! She paraded Rise around the ring like some dubious conquest for thhe crowd! Each step swelled by a stomp that amplified the pain, making them sing! In contrast to Rise's face of twisting agony, a wicked smile donned the German! Each element of destroying the jobber was like wine, intoxicating!

"That's right! Sing for us, Rise! Sing your patheticness!" Ina bent them more, crouching up and down, toying with their spine! Aptly named Torture Rack, tormenting the idol! And only when their thrashing and demands grew incessant did she let them go.

"Fine! You asked for it!" But not without a catch as Ina dropped to her knees, impaling them with her finisher, The Jobber Crusher! And only then would she allow them to fall to the mat, limp or limp! If successful, Ina would press her boot against their lost face as if stepping on a bug, fold her arms under her bust for the pin. "Count it!" she'd spat to the ref!

[pikazard]

Despite all of Rise's wild thrashing in a desperate attempt to escape the grip of her tormentor Ina didn't even seem to realise she was struggling for all the effort it took on her part to keep Rise from escaping. Though even so she would still take the time to mock Rise for her screams before intensifying the pain on her spine to make her scream more "AAAAAAUGHHH!!!!! NO PLEASE, STOP!!!! I THINK YOU'RE GONNA BREAK SOMETHING!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Rise would scream pitifully without concern for how it made her look, she wanted nothing more than to be free from this torture.

Though eventually Ina would be merciful enough to give Rise what she wanted and release her from the Torture Rack. Though this of course came with a price, that price being Rise's slender form being smashed against Ina's knees for her unfortunately accurately named Jobber Crusher "UUUUUUUUGH!!!!" Rise let out one last final scream of agony before she limply fell down to the mat like a puppet with it's strings cut, almost no signs of life were visible save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she panted.

As Rise laid still as a corpse Ina would raise her foot up and plant it right on Rise's face, getting no more resistance from the idol than a whine of displeasure from having her face stepped on as the heel held Rise down for a dominant pinfall.

"1! 2! 3!"

Rise did not so much as twitch once during the three count, indicating just how badly the Jobber Crusher had wiped her out. In a normal match this would mark the end of the battle and an end to Rise's suffering, but as this was a best 2 out of 3 Rise would have no such luck. Though after taking Ina's finisher Rise would give no resistance whatsoever to whatever the heel had in store for her next, things were not looking good for the idol.

[Violet]

A stiff boot gently pressed to the face kept the whole twitching body in check. Defeated and mangled. Then pinned without a thought they’d ever kick out. Everyone knew it as this match had been nothing but squash. A highlight reel of Ina showing off with Rise as her unlucky dummy. The crowd was divided. Parts of the arena out for blood that recognized Rache and her machinations screamed and cheered! The other fell silent. Solemn, as if mourning for the dead! All while Ina smirked and blew kisses, flipping her hair back and lording over the idol.

And soon, three struck without a hitch. The ring of the bell engulfed and masked the noise of the arena, signifying the end of the first fall. And the start of another round of torment.Ina’s arms folded underneath her bust as she leaned forward, looking at Rise’s pathetic expression. They were lost. Lost in their own stupor and serene in unconsciousness with a tinge of frustration and despair. Whether it was for their complete inability to put up a fight or a realization that it’s long from over didn’t concern their usurper.

“YOU SEE THIS? HUHHHHH?!??” She spat to the crowd! Her brows knit together and her lips curled into a snarl. Her expression changed from that smug look to utter wrath! As if Rise’s state even furthered her hate for lousy wannabes!

“This is where she belongs! Under my heels! Everyone’s heels!” Ina twisted and grind her boot to their face to exude her point!

“This is a sport for the strong! Not for cutesies and playmates! And I’d make sure there’d be none of them here! I won’t rest till they all burn to the ground!” The more she talked, the more the crowd gasped and looked aghast, the angrier she got!

“You don’t want to see your jobbers and idols lose?!? Then tell them to fucking quit! Because as long as I’m here, every single one of them would have to live looking back over their shoulders!” A decree from the devil.

Ina hefted up her leg that pinned their face and stomped on their chest as hard as she could!