Battle of Indomitable Wills! Finlay Zeffer vs Amaya Shizuko

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"NO!" Screaming his answer to the referee Finlay continued to pepper his opponent's legs with light blows, not by choice though, but with the distance and angle he just couldn't wind up as much as he wanted. 'I need to do something NOW!' Finlay thought to himself between grunts of pain and exertion at the excruciating feeling of the submission.

"Aghhh!" Throwing his head back while screaming in pain Finlay looked behind him and had his eyes widen. 'There!' He thought to himself, abandoning the slaps and strikes at his opponent's legs as he reached behind him, attempting to hook his fingers on none other than the loop of a purse that had been abandoned by a fan in her haste to escape the danger zone that was the two wrestlers.

"GRAH!" Releasing a war cry Finlay would swing the make shift weapon around, the purse having a good deal of weight to it thankfully, meaning that when it struck Amaya's legs it would actually do decent damage. Something that currently he was unable to do much with on his. But right now he was using this accessory as a make shift flail, pulling it back and swinging it around every few moments to lay into Amaya's legs for repeated heavy strikes!

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"Stubborn one aren't you? No matter you will say it!" Amaya replied with a firmness in her tone as she only added pressure to her hold and squeezed harder trying to force the issue out of him. No matter how stubborn he was, she knew this hold with this railing would force him to a breaking point sooner rather than later. Least, she assumed.

However, while Amaya was focused on maintaining her modified figure-four that she had not noticed Finlay extend his hand for, of all things, what seemed to be a lose purse. And it turned out that this discarded item was quite effect, as before she knew it she felt a sudden throbbing force slam right into her exposed leg! "AGH!" Amaya cried out in pain.

And those cries and groans kept on coming, as each swing slammed into her foot. Did whoever have this purse stuff it with nothing but coins, batteries and heavy objects? Regardless Amaya's hold was losing strength as each blow added more pressure and more pain to her own legs. "Gag! D-damn it!" Amaya cursed out, as she was soon forced to break the hold and freed Finlay's legs in an effort to get some distance away from that purse.

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Ingenuity and creativity were often lost or underappreciated in matches such as this, ironic given how absolutely vital they could be in the most critical of moments. As shown by Finlay's improvisation of utilizing a forgotten purse as a makeshift flail, battering Amaya's legs with vicious and repeated strikes until finally her hold loosened bit by bit until she finally was forced to untangle their legs from each other and break away.

"Hah... hah..." Panting in relief as he was freed Finlay would lean back against the floor, holding and nursing his legs softly as he did so. "Fuck." he hissed softly as he slowly got up, using the rail to assist himself in doing so. Managing to get up to his feet he would find Amaya not to far away and narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Fuck it." He said softly to himself, his grip tightening on the railing as he took several quick breaths to both focus his thoughts and mentality as he would suddenly leap up, bracing his feet against the rail as he did so, wincing as the pain in his legs surged. Despite that though Finlay would launch himself into the air, diving after Amaya to crash into her from above!

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AMaya groaned a bit as she felt the ringing sting on her legs by the purse and whatever contents had been inside of it. Needless to say that was a bit of an inventive escape she had not anticipated, but she could not dwell on that as she tried to rub out the sore in a hurry and recover as both competitors seemed to need a bit of a breather from this intense action.

Amaya had managed to make it to her feet, the railing offered some good support but she was a step or two below Finlay, given they had been on literal stairs for seat assignment. This was not of major importance usually, but given what Finlay had in mind next it was about to become quite significant towards the woman.

"Damn it..." Amaya cursed to herself facing Finaly, but she seemed to expect he needed longer to recover but his bold approach caught her by surprise. As he suddenly used the railing to dive on the unprepared middleweight and she was knocked as both began to tumble down the stairs! "Agh! Shit! Gaaag!" Amaya cried out as she fell near the bottom by the guardrail that divided the outside of the ring and the front row fans.

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Step one of Finlay's plan had been relatively successful all things considered. Really he was just worried about his legs giving out on him as he leaped up but thankfully that didn't happen and he managed to perch briefly on the railing. Likewise he managed to leap with enough force to launch himself at his opponent, successfully driving himself hard into Amaya and knocking her right back down!

The problem with this plan however? The fact that in doing so he would send both of them tumbling down the stairs in a intermixed heap, both taking bumps on the steps as they took turns rolling over each other. "Ngh! Agh! Grk!" Grunting in pain with each impact at the same time as his opponent both would end up on the floor, groaning softly in pain.

"Ngh... Grunting out softly as he tried to sit up he would look over at his opponent and see her in a similar way. "Feel like giving in yet?" He asked her rhetorically, already being firm in his belief that the woman would likely spit in the face at the offer which was just fine by him, after all he still had plenty to pay her back for. But as of right now he was just focused on limping towards Amaya and reaching down, trying to grab and haul her up to a standing position.

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Amaya panted a bit as it seemed Finlay's rather reckless offensive caused them both to tumble by the guard rail as it seemed to hurt him almost as much as the former Student Council President. Course, that had not stopped him from passing his question as she glanced with a side eye as she panted back at him. Needless to say she was not amused.

"Bite. Me." Amaya replied with some venom in her voice, course her body was a bit battered after the fall so she could not recover quickly enough for it to have much weight behind her words. As Amaya tried to find her footing Finlay seemed to find his legs first as he walked over limply to Amaya and worked to stand her up.

"Agh!" Amaya cursed out biting her lip as she grabbed her by the hair whether intentional or not and now stood by the barricade that divided the outside of the ring from the front row fans. Fans who by the by seemed to enjoy this a fair deal once the momentary fear passed of having two competitors tumble beside them like some rolling logs.

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Well it appeared as if Finlay's rare attempt at Comedy fell on deaf ears to his opponent as he hauled her up given the woman's raher crass response. Then again had things been reversed he'd of said something similar. So he didn't blame her on that one. But that was besides the point. No right now all that mattered was trying to press the advantage he had however sleight.

Despite the pain surging through him from the tumble had forced both himself and Amaya through the blonde aimed to continue his attempts at getting Amaya to quit. So as he managed to get the dark haired beauty onto her feet he would force her head under his arm before reaching down and grabbing her leg, hooking it up against his hip.

If he did so successfully than Finlay would take a few quick brathes before throwing himself backwards, hauling Amaya through the air and trying to send her crashing into the barricade with a fisherman suplex!

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Amaya groaned, the pain of the stumble on top of the earlier blows with the purse had caused her reactions to slow, not helped that she had to catch her breath in general from what had been an intense battle. So while she had been on her feet she was far from a hundred percent and it was this fact that Finaly seemed prepared to take full advantage of.

She felt her leg grabbed as Finlay seemed to be setting up for something. Amaya had been aware she needed to stop this, perhaps with a shove or an elbow or something but her arms much like her sore body had been just a notch slow to react. Her effort had extended towards trying to least get an arm to push on his chest but her effort came too little too late as she was sent flying in a fisherman suplex!

BAM!!!

Amaya's body slammed into the barricade, and the force of the fisherman suplex was enough to knock the section of it her body was flung to over as she was knocked back into the outside of the ring, to an impressive "holy shit!" chant from the crowd.

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Flinging himself backwards and launching Amaya into the barrier separating the fans from where the outside of the ring was Finlay certainly heard the sound of impact Amaya made, as well as the loud chants of the fans saying holy shit. Sitting up he would see why, the suplex had sent the woman crashing through the barricade, leaving her laid out in the parted remains of the barricade.

'Well that makes things easier.' Finlay thought to himself as he picked himself off the floor with a wince of pain. Walking forward he would reach down and grab Amaya's arms, pulling her up before grabbing onto her waist and leading her back towards the ring. "Time to end this." Finlay said as he looked to roll the dark haired woman into the ring, right by the corner to be exact.

So if he was successful, Finlay would bend her arm behind her head, and then, should he be uninterrupted he would while still standing outside the ring, pull Amaya in, locking his anaconda vice finisher the Zero Aero in on Amaya with the steel ring post between the blonde and Amaya. So if successful, rather than squeezing her head between his arms and chest, he was crushing it with Amaya's head trapped between his arm and the ring post itself for a even more painful version of the hold!

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If Amaya had any strength left to resist any of this, it was long gone after her body crashed spectacularly and sternly through the barricade section. She groaned on her back as she managed to just avoid passing out on the spot, either out of pride or pure spite as much as anything else. So when Finaly grabbed and began to lead her to the ring, the middleweight could offer but a groan.

She was moved inside and placed by the corner, and the lack of concern for rope break was made evident as he began to wrap his arms tightly around her head and applied a tight anaconda vice around her head! This caused her arms to widen momentarily as she tried to struggle out of the hold, though her strength had been all but depleted.

"Do you give up? Do you quit!?"

The referee asked Amaya as it seemed she was stuck, so the logical thing to do was to escape. Her legs kicked out weakly as her arms lacked the streength to break his grip. And yet...

"Ngggg....n....never!"

If she was to be bested here, it wasn't gonna be because she gave him the satisfaction of making her say I quit. Though her tenacity was not complimented by her body's strength, as the air began to get harder to circulate and her struggles began to gradually weaken. It seemed this would be over soon enough...