Rika Smart vs Minerva Virginia Navarre

No Disqualifictions


The music oof Rika Smart blared righteously over the loud speakers before the brawler burst out from backstage with her fist pumped into the air. "Hell yeah!" she shouted, and the crowd responded with a unanimous 'Hell yeah!' of their own. The ever exuberant girl was redy to lay the smackdown on some poor sucker tonight! She rushed towards the ring wasting no time, and practically leapt inside it with a single bound. It had been awhile since she last fought and the ring, and wanted an audience when she made yet another girl cry. So she turned towards the entrance where she had just come from, and with a sneer on her face awaited the arrival of her opponant.

If Rika was looking towards the entrance for her opponent, she would be staring forever. As Rika entered the ring with a cheer, out from underneath the ring crawled out a small figure in a black bear shaped hoodie with the hood pulled over. In one hand she had what looked to be a metal pipe and she stealthily climbed into the ring. She had a scowl on her face but it looked less like one of anger and one more permanent. Like it was the only thing she was capable of showing. Minerva tried to get behind Rika and lift the pipe into the air. "I'll teach you to mess with my sister!" She said in a near monotone voice before trying to slam the pipe down against the back of Rika's head.

Rika frowned as she continued to watch the entrance. Normally at this point her opponant emerged, probably doing a stupid little dance as she did so. Rika tapped her foot impatiently. What was taking this bitch so long?!

But as she waited, she suddenly realized that the crowd had become pretty rowdy. It looked like they were tying to warn her about something. Just as she was about to yell at them to shut up, another, much closer voice, came from behind her. "Wha-?" she managed to get out, right before a blinding pain stuck against the back of her head. "GAAHHH!!" Rika screamed, falling to the mat clutching her skull, kicking the mat in pain.

Minerva dropped the pipe and looked down at Rika. She marched forward and attempted to kick Rika in the head to try and send the brawler into even more pain. She knew better than to give the girl time to recover. If she was able to demolish her sister than she was tough indeed and she wouldn't be able to let down her guard until the girl was unconscious or worse.

Rika didn't know what hit her, or who hit her, but they sure hit hard. She was already floored and dazed from that brutal strike, leaving her completely open for the next. "UGH!" Rika cried out, head head snapping to the side with the kick. She grit her teeth, refusing to go down so easily. Slowly, she would attempt to get back to her feet.

Minerva saw Rika was getting to her feet. She knew the girl was tough and ran over to try and grab her by the hair. If she could. She'd attempt to start throwing punches into her face. "You hospitalized my sister. Nearly killed her. I'll do the same to you." She said coldly.

"A-Ahh," Rika groaned as her hair was grabbed, and she was roughly hauled up by it. Then the punches came, and with each one that landed, Rika grunted, her cheeks getting pretty bruised. She couldn't understand this girl's anger towards her, or this sister she was talking about. But whether the girl had a grudge against her or not, Rika wasn't about to let her continue beating her!

Rika's fist shot up to intercept Minerva's fist, stopping her punching spree. "That's funny," Rika growled. "Cause I was thinking of doing the same to you!" She clenched her fist tightly, right before she drove it hard in fast deep into her opponant's gut.

Minerva's eyes widened slightly as Rika caught her fist. She was about to throw a hook out with her other hand when Rika'd fidt shot out. It buried itself in her stomach and she let out a gasp. Even though her knees buckled she didn't fall and tried to bat away the pain, hoping to grab onto Rika's arm, glaring at the girl as she clenched her teeth.

Her blow may not have taken Miverva down, but at least it had given Rika time to recover. She clenched her other fist when Minerva grabbed the one still buried in her gut, and with a righteous yell Rika would fire it off right into Minerva's jaw for a thunderous uppercut.

Minerva's bottom jaw slammed up into her top making a loud clack from the hit. Spit flew from her mouth and her head snapped back as she stumbled backwards, releasing Rika's hand and falling onto her back.