Lightning Tournament: Round 1: Sion Eltnam Vs. Serina Kashibara

"HA! What the fuck was that, retard!?" Serina laughed loudly as Sion somehow completely missed a basically stationary target. Having miraculously evaded what would probably have been a count out loss, the dirty blonde was now back in the ring. Now looking to capitalize on Sion incredibly stupid fuck-up, she lunged at her foe and tried to tackle her to the ground.

Unfortunately for Sion, her opponent seemed to be intent on capitalizing on her screw-up, managing to tackle the Egyptian wrestler to the ground. Forcing herself to stay focused, Sion would try to make the best of her situation and wait. If Serina tried to rise to a mounted position to start beating on her, Sion would try to beat Serina to the figurative punch with a literal one, namely a fist to the gut.

Serina grunted as Sion's fist hit her belly, but managed to bear through the hit to try and straddle her foe. "Fucking cunt!" she cursed loudly, throwing punches aimed at Sion's head and chest.

Sion's blow to Serina's stomach didn't manage to do much, regrettably. Even more regrettable were the blows that Serina piled on the Egyptian, the first few getting through before Sion managed to get a guard up.

Just then, an idea struck her. When the next fist came, she'd try to dodge to the side and snake an arm around it, trapping that arm against her side.

If she could manage this, Sion would try to buck her hips up and roll them over, hoping to regain the advantage.

Serina smirked as she landed the first few blows, but quickly frowned when Sion had absolutely zero reaction to getting hit, as if Serina were smacking nothing but a wet sandbag.

Despite it being absolutely pointless, she kept swinging anyway until Sion grabbed her arm and threw her off.

In spite of the stoic front she was presenting, Sion really was feeling those hits. Regardless, she forced herself to work through the dull throbbing that had built up to try to take advantage of her current position in Serina's guard. Sion would first try to deliver a few punches to Serina's exposed belly before attempting to wrap her arms around the blonde's legs. If she could manage this, Sion would try to Serina over so that she was on her belly and sit back to try to lock in a Boston Crab.

Serina wheezed painfully multiple times as Sion punched her belly. Winded, she could do nothing as the purple-haired girl then pulled her into a Boston Crab, causing her to groan as her spine was bent.

Even in her current position, advantageous as it was, Sion didn't say a word, focusing all of her energy into working her opponent's back, pulling back on Serina's legs as hard as she could, leaning back for good measure.

Serina groaned in pain, squirming her body as she tried to break free.

Seeing the effect on her opponent, Sion decided to pull back even harder, letting go of one of the blonde's legs to pull at the other with both hands.

"Do you give?" Sion called out, leaning back as far as she could.