Battle of Indomitable Wills! Finlay Zeffer vs Amaya Shizuko

[Bare]

Finlay groaned from his position outside the ring dazedly. The impact he had made with the hard floor outside the squared circle had rocked him which wasn't even considering the separate damage done by Amaya's baseball slide kick which had initially sent him tumbling. But one thing was to be clear in a match type such as this no where, especially the outside was safe. In fact before he could even get to his feet he heard the now familiar sound of his opponent's heels approaching. "Shit.." He said as he felt her grab and pick him up. Blindly he reached out and grabbed at her leg and hip in some form of resistance but it was for naught as the blonde was unable to do anything as his dark haired opponent sent him running into the barricade! "Agh!" Yelling out in pain as pain flared up through his back from impact Finlay would fall back to the floor holding his spine in pain as he tried to push himself up on his arm after the collision.

[godjacob]

Amaya seemed to stare with that cold, eternally intense gaze of hers as she seemed to show no satisfaction from that move. It did the damage she desired, but that alone was not gonna grant her victory. She'd need to pile on the punishment if she desired to break the will of one who had such a formidable spirit. Amaya would actually give Finlay a moment to stand, a false sense of security but when she moment was right she'd charge and aimed to kick him OVER the barricade with a running dropkick targeted to his chest!

[Bare]

Finlay hissed and groaned as he leaned back against the barricade, one arm over it as he tried to force himself up. Against an opponent as relentless and vicious as Amaya there was nothing else to do but stand and keep fighting. Any rest, and moment not spent attacking, any chance he didn't use to attack was a chance he gave his opponent to either recover or plan.

Which brought to mind... Why did she not attack him yet with how long it was taking him too get up? The truth was revealed too him the moment he finally managed to get back to his feet. Looking up his eyes would widen seeing the woman charging at him, leaping through the air to smash both her feet into his chest! "Guah!" Yelling in pain from the impact the blonde was sent up and over the barricade and onto the now fleeing crowd!

[godjacob]

Needless to say the crowd in the front row got a bit of an expected close up to the action, as one of the participants had been knocked clean over just before the chairs of the front row! In a match where the only rule was to make your opponent surrender, there was no sense to limit the action by the ring.

Amaya climbed over the barricade to her downed foe, and saw a chance to use the new environment to her favor, her aim was to pick up Finaly and get him to his feet, if she was successful with this, she'd then try to drive his head to one of the chairs face first with a slamming blow!

[Bare]

Finlay was dazed and out of it following his unexpected tumble over the barricade and into the populated section of the front row. Unintentionally sending audience members scattering away in a panic. "Guh.. damn." The blonde said to himself, his back, chest and head all aching as a result of both the damage Amaya had done already in addition to the violent tumble.

Unfortunately the girl was in too good of a position not to capitalize and before he could even stand she was already on the attack once again. Being forced up to his feet by the girl Finlay wasn't able to do anything in retaliation as she soon sent him right back into the floor, head first in fact right into a steel chair! "GAH!" Yelling in pain Finlay would roll onto his back, holding his head in pain and wincing from the impact with the chair, still vulnerable to whatever Amaya would do next!

[godjacob]

The shot connected well and as some fans cheered and others tried to move out of the way the woman gave a cold glare to her foe. She knew given his stubborn will she'd need a few big shots. So while he was vulnerable she aimed to take advantage, grabbing him by the hair to stand as she aimed to lead him by the stairs where fans came to find their seats.

A metal raiing par was present, and Amaya was ever cruel enough to make a weapon of this, as her aim was to toss the man with an irish whip forward, aiming to slam his chest right against the railing and knock the air further out of him. Course, this was not all Amaya aimed to do with this but her goal for now was to use the environment best she can to wear down her foe and drive the punishment out of him. Setting him up for a possibility to where she could get him to say those two magic words.

[Bare]

Finlay was hurting. That much was obvious. His entire body was hurting as is but Amaya was starting to take things a step further, utilizing weaponized attacks to further her assault and make things that much more difficult for him to deal with. "Ugh..." Groaning softly as he tried to force himself up he found his hair grabbed and his body forced up against its will as he looked up wearily... only to be met with cold steel.

"Ooogh!" Gasping breathlessly as he impacted with the railing chest first any air he managed to get back in his system was knocked out of him and he was sent spiralling onto his back against the stairs, looking up at the source of his pain he would pant heavily, eyes showing pain and fatigue... but also defiance as he did his best glare up at the cold woman above him.

[godjacob]

"You have a strong will..." Amaya said, her gaze intense but the feeling of respect she had for the man seemed to be genuine enough. Even as she worked to grab his legs and twist them around the metal pole. She seemed to have a plan in mind all the same, one that aimed to take advantage of their setting by this railing in the crowd who got an unexpected up close and personal view of the action.

"...but I will not lose. So prepare to say those words." Amaya said, less a warning given her tone but more a cold promise, as her goal was to wrap his legs around the metal and her own legs around them and apply what could best be described as a modified figure four; forcing his legs to be pressed and bend against the metal itself as Amaya added pressure with her legs!

[Bare]

The respect was palpable between the two steely warriors as they glared into one another's eyes. Even if it wasn't visibly apparent given the respective intensity between them. But in a way that was just another sign of the respect that neither was taking the other lightly enough to feel even a moment of remorse or sympathy for the other. Instead both were simply focused on totally dominating the other and getting the declaration of defeat.

In Finlay's case however it was all he could do keep from doing so. Before he was able to stop her Amaya had grabbed his legs and crossed them between her own with the metal pole between them to add a whole other level of pain. "AGHHHH!" Screaming in pain from the move Finlay scrunched his eyes in pain, the sheer agony of the hold he would reach out as much as he could, doing his best slap and strike at her legs in a bid to force her into letting go!

[godjacob]

Amaya mused and groaned lightly as the slapping, a frantic effort to escape but Amaya was not gonna grant release so easily. In response she tightened the hold; adding more pressure through her legs and pressing her foe's own into the metal of the railing as she tried to maximize the pain while the referee eventually made her way over to the pair.

"Do you quit!?" The referee asked of Finlay, as the only way for this match to be won was with a verbal surrender, and Amaya kept the pressure on even as she fought against his slams as she tried to force those words out of the prideful competitor's lips. She figured that the match was hers as she had full control and didn't see a way he could escape this hold. Not with her determined to keep hold.