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

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Amano flopped onto her stomachwith little fanfare. Her struggling and frustration giving her a quick surge of vengeful energy to kick out of Rose's hold. Not exactly a pretty escape, but the Demon was free and ready to tear this Rose's petals a part. She clawed at the sand bellow, eyes locked on her target as she growled in righteous anger. She moved right at Rose, ready to claw right into her.

Except... that didn't happen.

The moment Amano was on all fours Rose moved fast, taking Amano by the wrists and flipping her over to pull her own arms against her neck and force her back to arch in one hell of a painful. Her back burned from the stretching, her throat choked from the strangle, and all the while she forced to meet Rose's gleeful expression as she made it no secret how excited she was in strangling the Demon. And all Amano could manage was baring her teeth and letting out choked snarl, eyes narrowed at Rose with fury. "G-... to... hel..." It was the most she could gag out. Gotta'... get out... There wasn't much she could do in this position. She hated to admit it, but Rose had her locked good. The most she could manage was trying to pull at her wrist to try and lighten the choke as by she could... but them being so tangled made that difficult. Still, she glared, refusing to give this champion the pleasure of her whimpers or gags, clamping down hard to show her fangs and refuse to show weakness even here as she tried to untangle her arms.

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"Go to Hell?" She asked quizzically, looking into Amano's eyes.

"Oh darling, haven't you realized it yet?" Her grip tightened on Amano's wrists so hard it was audible, like creaking leather.

Grim mirth became her mask as she bared her canines in a sinister grin. It was a mirror of Amano's, though the energy was completely inverse. "You've been in Hell since the moment you stepped in this cage!"

Her hips thrust upwards as she threatened to impale Amano upon her knees! She was building tension... She was letting Amano know she was intent on ripping her to shreds! To tear the muscles in her back apart and grind her spine to dust! All while depriving her of the oxygen her body needed to fight back.

Rose leaned in, bringing their faces closer. Close enough for Amano's nose to press against Rose's forehead and vice-versa. Their golden eyes were left with no choice but to meet.

Amano could see into her soul through those lovely windows. She could see her primal, killing intent swimming in the black of her pupils. Circling like a shark just beneath the surface... There was blood in the water. And that abyssal beast had it's maw bared, full of killing intent!

"And I'm the Devil!"

And with that, she threw everything she had into the brital hold! The tension snapped like a rubberband! To make her scream! She'd do anything to prove she was the best! To Amano! To the world! ...To herself.

She'd end her career if she had to! She'd kill her!

She let out a primal, inhuman roar as she attempted to destroy Amano's body! "DIE FOR ME, LITTLE DEMON! DIE!!!"

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"Grk!" The first jab of Rose's knees had Amano biting back a groan. Her back was searing at the forced contortion as the two were pulled closer and closer by Rose. It wasn't just a painful position, it was starting to turn to agony. As if her spine was going to come apart at the center. And she was forced to lock eyes with Rose all the while, meeting the champion's wicked grin with a wild grimace, pupils shrunk and manic on both sides. Amano knew this look well. It was the look she gave Yuki Kazikura in their death match, and the look Yuki gave her when they were bloodied and battered.

The look of woman wanted to see another woman dead. And Amano met that gaze dead center before the hold really turned ugly.

"Gra---!" Amano cried out. With what little air her lungs could force out she let out a near-silent scream against her will, crying out as Rose tortured her backside and ruptured her body with a savage and ruthless pull and practically begged for Amano's death. All the while forcing eye contact with each other, the one sign of resistance the Demon could manage was maintaining that eye contact and doing all she could to turn her pained and stifled screams into cries of defiance right into Rose's face. And much like her opponent, Amano could see Rose's black soul through her eyes. The need to kill. The need to see suffering. The desperate need to win. A look the Demon had seen before...

"K----! Ki-----!" I'll... kill you! Her mind blanked for a moment, the pain flashing her world white as consciousness started leaving her. She had to get out. She had to find some way out. She barely had any space to move save for what little control over her back she had...

But... that might be enough.

If Rose wanted to slay a demon, Amano would give her a demon. "Gh---!" She clamped down hard, forcing her silent screams shut. Her eyes focused and locked onto Rose.

"GRRRAAAAAAAH!"

She thrashed. She only had a little control over her back, barely any grip on her own hands and wrists, just the smallest bit of wiggle room on her knees, and was just short of losing consciousness... the Demon thrashed. She what little movement she could make, what little space she had to even twitch about, and what little room Rose gave her, she took it all in a violent and mad motion to break past the thorns and try to get free.

Not matter how many cuts it'd leave her with, she'd give this flower one hell of a mental pruning.

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"Oh my. All of this wasted energy!" Rose grinned as she matched Amano's defiance with arrogant amusement. Amano's screams only helped to embolden the Venemous Vixen's cocksure attitude.

"Flailing about like a White Belt. Awarena [Pathetic]." She could see the light of reason leave Amano's eyes. She wasn't aware of it at the time... She didn't have the skill. But she'd committed herself to failure.

She was doggedly crawling through the rose bushes. Forcing herself deeper and deeper into the briar's with the naïve hope that perseverance was the answer to her current predicament. Every thrash, every kick, every desperate expenditure of energy saw her sinking deeper into the trap. The thorns bit into her flesh, and like a thousand tiny butcher's hooks, prevented her from progressing without tearing herself apart.

In the world of grappling, perseverance was not enough. Unlike in striking, heart played no role. You either knew how to escape. Or you did not.

"Enough struggling little Demon. You'll only die tired." Rose smirked as she tightened the hold. Burying her knees into the deep tissue of her back.

And when Amano cried out. Rose would catch her screams with her mouth. A taunting, condescending kiss that brushed Amano's lips with the Lightweight Champion's own. She kissed against Amano's screams. And she tasted like fresh strawberries and the first rain of spring.

She intended to send Amano's hopes of victory to hell with a succubus's kiss. Her tongue was like Charon as it spread Amano's lips. She beckoned her towards a quiet, submissive death.

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Shut up! Amano's face went red as her thrashing failed to free her. Her last desperate gamble to force Rose to let go and all she had to show for it was a breathless state and a dizzying sensation as Rose taunted her further. And worse still... Rose's verbal jab stung deeper than she was ready for. And it wasn't the hardest thing to swallow. No, that would probably be Rose's actually tongue and mouth itself.

"Ah-"

She scream and the last scrapes of air she had in it was silenced by Rose's lips, forcing the Demon to taste the flower's scent as Rose quite literally sealed the deal with a kiss. She couldn't even try to fight back against it. The little bit of defiance and stubbornness Amano could muster was continuing to meet Rose's gave in a spiteful glare as she could feel the lights start to go out and her head start to swim. S-Shit... This was it. She didn't have anything left save for her guts. She was out of air, out of energy, and out of options.

*Ding Ding Ding!*

And it seemed by her Devil's Luck, Rose was out of time.

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The ringing bell triggered a pavlovian response in the tiny blackbelt. Reflexively, she released Amano's wrists and kicked her legs out, sending Amano face first into the sand and away from their kiss. The referee stood over them with mic in hand, ready to announce the winner.

She rolled to her feet with a smug grin and lifted a single fist to the crowd. It was over. Amano was the number one contender? This was the best they had to offer. This was all LAW had to offer her? They truly did need her. Without Rose Gold, the Lightweight Division was -nothing-.

"You should stick to catfighting with idols. Trash!" She spat the words towards Amano as she walked towards the cage door. She took hold of it and gave it a pull. And it didn't give. It shook and clanged... But it didn't open. With tired, annoyed eyes she looked towards the Referee.

"End of Round 1! Fighters, to your corners!"

"W-what?!" Rose's complexion went pale as she looked over towards her second, Lexy. The stool was already out and waiting for her.

Amano hadn't tapped... The referee hadn't called the fight... The first five minutes had simply ended. The little demon had been saved by the bell.

She sank into her stool like a marionette with it's strings cut. "Unbelieveable..."

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"Ugh!" Amano hit the sand like a flopping fish, sucking in air like dying animal. Dammit! She clawed at the sand beneath her, pushing herself up. "Haah... haaah..." She stared at the ground, eyes vacant for a moment. That... was a wake-up call. For all the dicking around Amano saw the champion do in most of her Midas Touch segment, this first round made it clear was a prominent fighter for a reason. That black belt she wore... wasn't for show.

"You should stick to catfighting with idols. Trash!"

"... ..."

Oh.

Oh hell no.

Amano's head snapped in Rose's direction, her vacant eyes now lighting up. Rose tried to say her piece and leave, tried to get on last verbal dig in before walking away with her arrogance and belt in tow... only to be reminded of the kind of match she was in. Amano didn't tap, and she sure as hell wasn't knocked out, as close as she got. And as Rose trudged over to her seat, Amano to dragged herself to her corner, Hangaku waiting with a stool and water in hand. The first round might had been her loss, but she'd have another chance.

This wasn't over... not by a long shot.

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Rose Gold watched Amano from across their sandy battleground. She rested her arms upon her knees and allowed her second, Lexy Alan, to massage her shoulders and soothe her sore muscles. She moaned softly. Her touch felt better than normal. Her hands were talented... They had to be. Rose would accept nothing less.

When presented with a straw, she took a drink of ice cold water, swished it around in her mouth, and spat it onto the sand before speaking. "This is why there aren't rounds in professional wrestling." She lamented. "If not for that stupid bell I would have been well on my way to my next title defense. And that talentless demon would have been nose deep in my thighs." She punched a fist into her palm.

"Does that make you jealous? I bet it does. Maybe I'll let you lick her face clean then." She asked with an amused grin. She didn't bother to look towards Lexy as she spoke. Taunting Lexy helped ease her frustration somewhat... But she couldn't keep from affixing her eyes on her opponent's corner.

"I won't make the same mistake again." She stood up and the stool was pulled away from her. "Next time I have you trapped... I'll make sure to end this miserable fight." Her words were filled with grim resolve. Though they were received by no one other than Lexy and herself.

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The moment Amano was on the stool Hangaku practically forced the straw and water into her mouth. At first, Amano rose her eyes, but she took the sips without complaint.

"Don't swallow it, Rei-chan." Hangaku said. "Just spit it out. You'll throw it up otherwise when you get back into the fight."

Amano followed her Pillar's words, spitting the liquid against the sand bellow. She took slow, heavy breaths, trying to calm down, trying to get some oxygen back in her lungs after that ruthless submission hold. Her neck was still tingling from the sensation, and her lips still buzzing from the contact Rose made. "She's... tough..." Amano admitted. "Onee-chan... can I beat her?"

"No,"

The answer was so fast and cold it gave Amano whiplash. She felt an honest shiver from it, Hangaku's cold tone cooling her body far more than the water did. Amano turned back, looking at the woman with shock. "Wh-"

"You're fighting a black belt with countless experience in judo, wrestling, and sexual combat. Not to mention she's about as ruthless as Hime-chan with none of the moral character to balance it out or hold her back. And while you have experience, most of it was in a dojo fighting opponents of equal strength, size, experience, and with safety precautions. And while Taishuya-ryu Aikido and Karate are more geared toward actual combat, you have a fraction of your opponent's know-how when it comes to using a ring."

"... ... ..." Hangaku's words were quick and void of mercy. It left Amano silent as the reality of the situation took over, gritting her teeth.

"Rei-chan... you came here to prove a point, didn't you?" Hangaku tapped at Amano's belt, leaning close to her as she rubbed Amano's shoulders. "To fight and wear this belt with pride?"

"... ... ..." Amano clenched her fists, letting out a short huff. "Yeah..." She sucked in a breath. "I'm... I'm here to prove that anyone can get anywhere when they work hard for it and claw their way to it." She looked at Rose, locking eyes with her as they were both seated. It seemed she wasn't in any better an emotional condition than Amano. "And I want to take that damn flower down a peg and rip off her thorns."

"Good~" Nanase rubbed Amano's back. "Now then... I'll tell you how to win."

Amano rose an eye. "But yo-"

"Oh, the deck is still stacked against you Rei-chan, and I honestly don't know if you can win against her, but you have some advantages." Nanase began. "Rose-chan doesn't see you as an opponent, just a rookie that got lucky to be here and got a few lucky moves in... and she isn't wrong."

Amano huffed, giving a deadpan expression. "Nee-chan, I thought you were gonna' help me win."

"Hush," Nanase poked Amano's cheek. "Rose-chan is expecting a comparatively weak fighter with some decent grappling experience, and given last round, her guess was confirm. However..." Nanase tapped Amano's belt. "Taishuya-ryu Aikido only gives out white and black belts for Aikidoka... so where did this brown belt come from, Rei-chan?"

"... ... ..." There was a pause. Why was Hangaku speaking in riddles? Her brown belt came from doing kata, sparring tests, and drills while practicing ka-

"Oh!" And then it clicked.

So far this match was a basic randori with the two trading throws, grapples, and submissions. Rose was expecting that. Amano had prided herself as an Aikidoka that could make the art work in the ring with an unorthodox style, she had been wanting to mostly test her Aikido against her opponent's Judo and that was a clear failure. She couldn't out grapple a grappling expert. She didn't have the experience yet... but there was something she didn't often use in her matches save for her death match with Yuki and a few times when really on the ropes.

Amano wasn't just an Aikidoka.

"Hmhmhm~" Hangaku smiled, pulling Amano's ponytail into a proper bun for an MMA match. "Liver, spleen, the bridge of the nose, and even targeting the ears are all legal." Hangaku explained. "You aren't wearing gloves or tape, so use palm strikes and chops to keep your knuckles as protected as you can... and don't forget to use your feet, preferably for things other than stomps and grinding, you know proper techniques."

"Hai, Shihan!" Amano tightened her belt, finally standing up as Hangaku pulled away the stool. She had a game plan now, and one that seemed sound enough to work. All she had to do was test it... to see if she could actually pull this off.

Because if she could... things would get wild. Because now...

*DING*

Now it was time to turn this randori into a kumite.

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The bell rang and put a smile on the Sinister Siren's full lips. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she began towards the center of the cage, eager to get them on Amano once again. The girl was more talented than a civilian. She was an undeniable professional. However, in the world of grappling, Rose Gold was on another level entirely. Amano was a gazelle grazing on the plains and Rose Gold was a lioness. The demon could run. But she could never match her claw and fang.

"I assume that woman over there told you this match was over, hm? And yet you still marched out here. If she has any love for you, she'll throw in the towel." She brought one fist into her palm and cracked her knuckles. A satisfying series of pops. She couldn't wait to make the little bitch scream again.

"Ganbare Amano." She took hold of the ties of her belt and gave them a tug, pulling her jacket taut against her waist. "Let's show the whole world how a Demon compares to a Goddess."

Rose took her stance, though it was loose. She fully expected the hot headed Demon to charge her. A sweep perhaps. Or another shot. Rose was like a crocodile waiting at the river's edge. The moment Amano took the bait, she'd catch her in her jaws! She'd pull her under, break her, and drown her.

The match would end. And then she'd celebrate by seeing what all the fuss was about American women. Two at a time should provide sufficient information.