Doin' some exercise after work... (answered by Darius)

When Rika stopped, Lacey laid there panting heavily, somehow still conscious despite the beating she was getting.

Her face was burning in pain, she was hurt all over, and then came Rika's proposal.

Lacey opened her eyes, one only could go half way, and looked Rika straight into the eyeball. She then turned her head to spit some blood, and answered back, surprisingly, with a grin on her face.

"Huh... what would you do? Would you beg?" She kicked out her answer with a question "I don't think so...." Lacey managed to chuckle and then sniffed in some of the blood that was coming out of her nose. "... Don't get me mistaken for those scared bunnies outside the ring... I ain't nothing like them!" Lacey would rise her head slightly "I'm not afraid of a beating... I never back down from a fight... I'm a fighter, not some stupid bimbo!" she said still keeping the eye contact "... So do what ya want or whatever, but just don't expect me to beg for mercy anytime soon..." rather than defying, she sounded more like she was talking to someone she held common ground with.

And with that Lacey would let her head down to rest again on the mat, still panting heavily as she kept looking at Rika.

Rika blinked her eyes in surprise when Lacey didn't start begging. Usually at this point her victims were blubbering for her to leave them alone, which she just laughed at. But Lacey was different. In fact....she reminded Rika a lot of herself. She wasn't going to back down to her like the other wimps. She was gonna face her challenges head on like a real fighter.

"You know what?" Rika asked with a grin. "I'm starting to like you!" And then she'd let fly one more punch into Lacey's face. After that she'd get off her bound opponant, grab her hair and haul her to her knees before Rika. Once she had her prostrated before her, Rika would grin, on hand still gripping Lacey's hair, while the other would start to slap her back and forth across the face.

Rika's last punch hit home hard again, leaving Lacey stunned with her face aching in pain.

Lacey was too dizzy right now to present any resistance to Rika's hair pulling, as she hauled the readhead to her knees. And still holding to her nice locks, started slapping Lacey's already battered face.

Groaning a bit at every hard slap... little she could do at the moment but to tough it out, quite helpless right now in Rika's hands.

"....eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!" Rika finsihed off, having been counting along with every blow she struck against Lacey. Lacey may not be giving up, but Rika wasn't about to quit trying.

Grinning maliciously at the red head, Rika's next blow would be a painful one. Her foot would shot out in a kick straight into Lacey's exposed crotch.

Lacey endured those twenty slaps, her face really hurting, her eyes watery and small drops of blood now fell down from her face to the mat.

"YYAAARRRGGGHHH!!" a lout scream was heard as Rika punted painfully Lacey in her crotch.

If Rika let go of her hair, she would bend over in pain, falling to the floor curling. If not, Rika's tight grip would be the only thing holding Lacey from falling to the mat.

"Ooooo, that had to hurt!" Rika laughed cruely. She didn't let go of Lacey's hair after her kick, and was basically the only thing holding her battered body up.

With that same grip on her hair Rika would drag Lacey over to the ropes, and place her throat over the bottom one. Rika herself would grip the top rope, place her foot on the back of Lacey's neck, and start to press down, throttling her with the ropes. Rika would laugh the whole time, because not only would she be torturing Lacey, she would also give her nervous crowd a front row view of Lacey's pain.

Right now Lacey was nothing more than a ragdoll for Rika to play with, as she dragged her to the ropes, placing her on the bottom one, an stepping over her head pushing an choking her against such rope.

Choking sounds came from the redhead's mouth, as Rika was laughing loudly over her. Lacey closed her eyes, not from the pain but to avoid having to watch the stupid girls faces, in what it would be a mix between fear and pity, which disgusted her deeply.

Most of the girls in the audience were wrestlers from the Kawaii league, Rika's favourite vitims, who weren't used to such displays of violence. They joined the league to have fun, not to deal with this!

'having trouble breathing down there?" Rika asked coy, bouncing on Lacey's neck for a little extra pressure. "Oh? What's that? You can't talk right now? That's too bad..."

Rika would then remove her foot, giving Lacey some much needed respite. it would only last for a short while though, and Rika would grag Lacey out from the roes by her feet so she lay facedown in the ring center. Grinning, Rika would step on top of Lacey's legs and hook them with her own. Once that was done, Rika would grab Lacey's tied arms. With all her limbs tied up, Rika would then roll backwards with Lacey, and suspend her in the air with a ceiling hold submission.

Lacey was starting to feel limp from the lack of air, until Rika removed her foot from her neck, giving her much needed air.

Lacey sucked in as much air as she could, coughing all the way as she was being dragged to the center of the ring, where Rika would easily place her in her ceiling hold submission.

Pain again run through her body as she was hauled up in the air "Nyaarghh" Lacey gritted her teeth with her eyes closed painfully.

Rika loved to use this submission. The way it made her opponants so helpless to her while applying the maximum amount of pain was something she loved. "So how bout now?" Rika asked while keeping Lacey in the air. "Feel like begging now?" She was sure Lacey wouldn't, but it didn't hurt to ask anyway.