Amaya Keiko(D) vs Golden Liger - An Embarrassing Debut

[The Riders]

Being able to move out of the way in time leaning against the ropes to catch her breath, Liger winches hearing the sound of flesh hitting the steel turnbuckle. seeing Amaya being knocked loopy and dazed before watching her opponent body slump and bent over in the corner with her rear sticking up for the crowd to see.

Walking over and giving Amaya rear a small pat "I'm sorry...But I need to win this to win this match... No hard feelings okay?" She say's before reaching down and lifting Amaya dazed form in a reverse bearhug hold, giving her a small squeeze to hold her in her move before using her strength to lift her opponent over her head.

"Sorry bout this..." Liger say's before with a loud scream she slams Amaya crotch and rear first into her knee, wanting to move to be painful and kinda humiliating for Amaya wanting to embarrass her as well.

[Violet]

She knew she had it already. Thinking this would be the dismantling phase of a one-sided fight from now on. It looked like Liger still had a bit of fight in her though as she dodged her attack. All the momentum she had built in that attack came back to haunt her along with steel. Her whole body stuck in an embarrassing position with her hips propped up. The only àrgument she had for Liger’s words are low grunts and wheezes, head spinning crazy. Then, she felt lifted off her feet and squeezed, awakening her senses with a yelp.

”No!! Ahhhh! Put me down”, Amaya demanded as she tried squirming in vain in the hold. By the time she felt her get lifted over Liger’s head she knew that it had to be a suplex. But that assumption soon came to hunt her as the atomic drop that followed tore through her defenses!

Jolt of pain traversed up her spine. Her eyes twitched and tears built on the corners of them as she craned her head backwards. Chewing her lower lip hard that it might bleed trying to stifle her whimpers but bursting out still. Knees buckled and folded inward as her hips burned in pain. She then fell forward, kneeling. Her arms slipped to her aching crotch as she buried her face to the mat. Now in a more embarrassing position than before with her head down and ass up!

[The Riders]

Seeing Amaya in a embarrassing position a glint in Liger eyes is seen, eager to add more humiliation to the new girl for even thinking that she was gonna get a victory in her debut match. The nerve of Amaya for even thinking something like that just makes Liger burn with anger and the need to really humiliate her opponent now.

Giving Amaya plump backside a small kick to force her onto her stomach "Now this is gonna hurt... Amaya-chan.." Mocking the girl for calling her that earlier in the match, before sitting on her opponent back and placing her arms over her knees locking in a camel clutch submission hold onto her opponent.

"Hope it not hurting you to much Amaya-Chan.." Bending back trying to lock the hold in tightly. Wanting to been Amaya as far as she can to wear the rookie down.

[Violet]

Head down, hips up. The pain lingered on her like embers, making her gyrate her hips, adding further to the humiliation. Muffled on the mat, she let out low grunts and wails. A kick to her exposed hips elicited a yelp, brought down onto her front.

"N..no! Let me get up first~Aaaack!!" a protest mixed with the cocktail of her cries. Her flexible body then arched in Liger's clasp like a pretzel. Her spine thrust onto her commanding hips like a boulder smashing her spine. Every yank was gasoline to the flame of pain that burned through her body. The stabbing agony made known by her screams and squirms with eyes clamped shut. Fingers curled and scratched the mat to try to alleviate the pain.

She needs to endure this. This is far too early. Her teeth bared to endure. Her legs kicked in protest trying to keep Liger from putting her fully in the hold. Or make it uncomfortable for her to let her go. "Let go of me...i..it hurts", whether she'll be allowed to or not is of Liger's volition.

[The Riders]

Wanting to get a victory by any means right now, even if it means attacking her opponent while she is down is fine with her... Anything to break that stupid streak of hers just makes her desperate at this point, even if she has to toe the line she will do it in a heart beat.. anything to win just like her mother has been telling her from the beginning.

Yanking as hard as she can on Amaya chin trying to really dig it in as far as her opponent body can allow, hearing her opponent saying that the hold hurts brings a small little smile to Liger lips from hearing that. Her small sadistic side starting to show again as she begins to mock the woman in her hold... "That what it supposed to do Amaya-Chan..."

Deciding to toy around with Amaya, Liger loosens up the clutch hold before reaching forward grabbing at Amaya pendent on her chest. "What this hmm something that belongs to you hmm well after I beat you I might take it for a trophy.."

[Violet]

The rookie screamed in pain from the hold, filling the whole arena with her agony. Her eyes closed shut and teary under the blue daggers of her hair. It's getting harder and harder to muster the strength to get out. Every second passed like minutes as fuzziness loomed over her mind. Whimpers through parted lips as her chest heaved. Her heavy rack bounced amok at each flail of her body.

Is this how this is going to end? She dominates in the majority of the fight to lose in one hold? It's her debut to make a name for herself, and she sure doesn't like it to be a "jobber" This thought crossed her mind as Liger continued to mock her, feeding off of her misery. Then, she said something that triggered Amaya for all its worth. Taking something she holds the highest value of all her possession, her pendant.

Having learned of her intention, Amaya dare not lose now. No matter what it takes. "Not so fast!" Amaya dug her fingers down Liger's thighs. Nails like thorns looking to impale her pale skin. She'd scratch with a war cry vying to get out. If this worked, she'd shift herself sideward, coiling and rolling herself to find a haven near the ropes where she could rest.

[The Riders]

The crowd once firmly behind Liger at the beginning of the match start to slowly boo the woman for her tactics and taunting, much to the shock of her fan club and herself as well . Angry at that thought Liger glares blinking back small tears that she not going to let people see, since hearing her mother words play out in her head. "They love you when when your Winning but after that it more what have you done for us lately"

Feeling Amaya digging her nails into her thighs and letting out a small war cry, forcing herself to let the woman go but not without doing something that would make the crowd boo even louder. "Missing something Huh Amaya-Chan..." holding the girl gold pendent in her hand much to the roar of the fans booing her even louder.

"why even wear this to the ring... Maybe I should throw it into the crowd they may have a better use for it then you huh..." tossing the item up in the air with her hand, before tossing it over her shoulder to the floor below treating it as if it is trash and not worth her effort looking to see what Amaya would do.

[Violet]

She won't lose! Not like this. She encouraged herself with such words as she worked her way out of the hold. It's her debut, and there's already a prospect of her losing her pendant? How cruel is this promotion? She wouldn't last in this pool of sharks if she doesn't do anything, she thought. She dare not end that way for her father.

She rolled to the ropes. A hand soon clasping it tightly as she heaved herself to her feet. Limbs furled towards her torso with one hand on her knee as she labored breaths in slight wheezes. Then, she felt something was missing. There was no hard metal that rested and bounced on her bust in those struggles. She looked down on her slouching figure then up towards Liger confirming her suspicion.

Her eyes widened in shock and anger, petrified for a moment. "Give it back!!" she screamed in defiance. The clunk of the metal as it hit the canvas sprung her limbs into action. There was no thought behind it. Just attack and make them pay. She charged in speed. Then, kicking a leg forward to propel her to a jump before extending the other fully, primed to hit Liger's face with all the strength she could muster with a bicycle kick!!

[The Riders]

Liger soaking in the boo's from the crowd even her own fan club starting to slowly boo as well for what she just did to Amaya, wiping her eyes as she sees the fans who cheer for her putting down their items and signs booing for what she did.

"Fine then you all don't want to cheer for me then... THEN FUCK YOU ALL." yelling out for everyone to hear wiping her eyes again quickly before putting on an angry face before turning her attention back onto her opponent, but taking her eyes off Amaya cost her big time due to the woman already on the move.

A foot slams into face hard, knocking her flush onto her back making her see stars from the blow clutching her face and whimpering from the pain. The crowd cheering Amaya on trying to will the new girl to victory.

[Violet]

Anger clouded her judgment. Filled to the brim with intent to smash Liger's face over and over, she didn't see clearly what was unfurling in front of her. Liger was in tears as she couldn't pull the crowd to get behind her now that she is winning. Well, it was only fair after the way she treated her pendant, throwing it like trash. But still, the hate was too much for her voluptuous foe.

Amaya used that opportunity to the fullest extent. She demanded payment with a stiff boot crushing down Liger's face! The sound of it connecting was music to her ears. The thud that soon followed just heightened it. Amaya is the kindest person you could meet. But that doesn't necessarily mean you could step on her all you like.

"That should make you think about it first before stealing someone's pendant!" She growled before reaching out for her pendant and clipping it back on.

She would then skid towards the ropes, dragging the stunned Liger with her to be tangent to the corner. One by one, her feet would scale the turnbuckles. Her footing was shaky, still rattled by the camel clutch. But she'll carry on. Soon, she'd fold herself facing the crowd before springing to action. Hoping that her foe is still stunned, she'd soar to a backflip for a moonsault!!