Cutting a Gem: Leto vs Sapphire

[MR. Q]

Leto continues her relentless assault, applying just enough pressure to keep Aoto gasping for air without fully cutting off her windpipe...yet. Her cruel amusement at the rookie's distress is palpable as Aoto writhes helplessly beneath her dominant boot.

"I should end you now and save myself the trouble of breaking you in properly," Leto muses aloud, her words dripping with vicious amusement. "But there's still so much fun to be had with you first."

With a sadistic smirk, Leto delivers a powerful knee drop directly onto Aoto's exposed midriff, the impact causing the rookie's entire body to jolt violently.

[Potato]

Aoto's eyes widen as she suddenly feels Leto's knee sink into her belly, her body jolting upwards from the impact as she lets out another pained scream, tears welling up in her eyes. She weakly kicks her legs, squirming helplessly under Leto.

[MR. Q]

Feeling no mercy whatsoever, Leto raises her knee once more, dropping it viciously into Aoto's unprotected belly again, doubling the petite rookie over in agony. Aoto's muffled screams and pathetic kicking only add fuel to Leto's sadistic amusement.

"Still kicking, huh?" Leto taunts, her gloved fist connecting with the side of Aoto's head with a resounding thud, sending the girl tumbling backwards. "Don't waste your energy, rookie. You're going nowhere."

Leto swiftly grabs Aoto's wrist, wrenching it up behind her back and bending it cruelly at the elbow as she rolls the rookie on her back for a Crucifix Clutch, a variation of the usual Camel Clutch.

[Potato]

She feels another knee sink into her belly, gasping in pain before a fist connects with her head, sending her straight to the mat, her vision blurry. She groans softly, not wanting to move, but Leto wouldn't give her much of a break as she is hoisted into a Crucifix Clutch! She lets out a loud scream, her muscles burning with pain from all the torture she is being put through.

[MR. Q]

Leaning back, Leto wrenches Aoto higher into the excruciating Crucifix Clutch position, applying extra pressure to hyperextend the rookie's shoulder joint. The Russian dominatrix relishes the sounds of Aoto's agonized screams, drinking in the fear and pain etched across her victim's contorted features.

"We're not even halfway done yet, baby girl," Leto sneers, her red eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "You're going to beg for mercy before I'm done with you."

[Potato]

Aoto lets out a few more hoarse screams, whimpering as spots start dotting her vision. Tears well up in her eyes again as she tries to tap out, only to realise that her hands have been trapped by her opponent.

"G-g-gi-ve..." She mumbled softly in a pained voice, though it was likely no one but Leto heard her.

[MR. Q]

With that harsh declaration, Leto clamps a hand over Aoto's mouth, muffling her cries as she increases the pressure on the Crucifix Clutch hold, now transitioning to an Armbar, forcing Aoto's body into an unnatural arc while ruthlessly grinding the hyperextended joint. The Russian dominatrix's gloved hand remains firmly planted across Aoto's lips, making sure her suffering remains silent entertainment for the audience.

[Potato]

Her whole body is on fire as she is bent and twisted in unnatural ways, letting out a few weak moans of pain and whimpers as she feels herself start to slip away, the pain being way too much for her to handle. She hears the crowd cheering start to soften to a hum as she struggles to stay conscious. If she wasn't let out soon, she would likely faint from the pain.

[MR. Q]

Leto slowly releases her grip on Aoto's mouth, watching intently as the battered rookie's body slumps, eyes fluttering shut from overwhelming agony. Smirking cruelly, she roughly drags Aoto into a seated position, using her long hair as leverage.

"Now, now, wake up for a bit longer," Leto coos mockingly, patting Aoto's cheek with a gloved hand. "I've got a special treat for you yet..."

She effortlessly slings Aoto over her broad shoulder, carrying the limp rookie like a sack of potatoes towards the corner turnbuckle. With a few swift steps, Leto hoists Aoto upright, slamming her battered body, back first, against the steel post with a resounding thud and leaving her to hang as she sets up for the Finisher.

[Potato]

Aoto groans as the she almost passes out, or maybe she did, because the next thing she feels is someone patting her cheek.

"Nngh...w-wha..." She groans softly as she stirs, blinded by the bright lights shining in her face, suddenly unsure of where she was. Leto kindly reminded her they were still in the ring by hoisting the poor girl over her shoulder, before slamming her into the corner. Aoto is immediately shaken awake as she lets out another pained scream, her hands draping across the ropes as she slides down, hanging there weakly as she pants, not realising what was coming next.