Priss Asagiri vs. Layla McCarthy ~A Stunning Debut~

Priss released a choked cry from her lips, gasping as she felt Layla beginning to choke her, holding her in place with one hand.

Then the girl's punches would start to drive themselves into her face. She let out another series of cries, gasping and yelping with each one, her head starting from side to side as each one smashed into her.

As fist met flesh in a series of unrelenting punches Layla's smile continued to grow. She was getting her revenge in spades with this merciless barrage. "Hope you like easting fist!" Layla cackled, and with one final smack would send Priss to the concrete.

Placing her hands on her hips Layla would stand triumphant over her foe, sneering down at her derisively. "So feel like giving up now? Or are you gonna try to use that shiny bracelet of yours again?"

Priss was pissed as hell now. She didn't show it, her face still twisted in pain from the barrage of punches as she hit the concrete, but she was just flat out angry. Before, she had just planned to beat the shit out of Layla. Now? She was going to fucking kill her.

Her mind raced for a moment, then a lightbulb went off as she came up with a quick plan. She rolled onto her back, her face suddenly adopting an expression of fear, as she raised her hands up, shaking her head towards Layla. "I...I give up!" She yelled up at the shorter girl. "Just...just stop!"

She hoped Layla would fall for her bluffing, planning on punishing her for her mistake if she did so.

Layla was surprised when Priss' atitude suddenly did a complete one-eighty. Most of Layla's opponants needed a bit more convincing before they started begging. But it seemed that Priss was all bark and no bite.

Layla snickered down at her suposedly vanquished foe. "Yeah?" she said. "Well too bad you have to be in the ring to give up. So get ready to lose, slut!" Layla would then approach Priss, and reach down to grab her.

Priss actually let Layla grab her, even going so far as to let her start to pull her up.

As she did so, though, Priss would suddenly snap into her action. A vicious snarl passed her lips, and again she would ball her knuckle-clad hand into a fist, once more swinging it straight up towards Layla's crotch, going for another cheap-as-hell shot on the girl!

Layla thought she had this in the bag, actually believing Priss' performance of giving up. After hauling the girl to her feet she was about to throw her into the ring to finish this confrontation. Then the worst thing happned then. Priss armed fist slammed directly into Layla's crotch.

When the metal knuckle dusters conected with her crotch Layla's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The pain was sp instense that she nearly whited out on the spot. Her mouth formed a distinct 'O' shape, no sound coming from her, and then she would fall onto her side. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Never had she been in so much pain.

As Layla began to fall to the floor, Priss was rising again, sneering at the girl. Hate for her was burning in her eyes now...if she considered Layla to be an innocent victim of her's before, that thought was gone now. She saw breaking this girl as personal now.

She shook her hand, letting her knuckles fall freely from her fingers to the floor, then reached down towards Layla. She grabbed her hair again with both hands, jerking her in a violent manner up to her feet. "You little bitch..." Priss muttered, going to throw the girl up against the ringside. "Couldn't just lie down and take a beating, huh?" She pressed up close to her, getting right in her face, hissing angrily at her. "You're so going to fucking pay now..."

Priss backed away a step from her. She grabbed at her hair once more with one hand, grabbing her arm with the other. She would drag her along the length of the ring, towards the metal steps leading up into the ring proper, where she would try to slam Layla facefirst into them!

Layla was shivering with pain on the concrete floor. That hit completely paralyzed her. There was nothing she could do to stop Priss from grabbing her and slamming her against the ring. Her eyes were only half-open when the brawler got right in her face, and all she could do was whimper in pain. Hell, it felt like something was broken down there/

The next thing layla was vaguely aware of was her deing dragged down the length of the ring, following with weak stumbling legs to the ring steps, which Layla would immediately come face-to-face with.

"UUUUUGGHHH!!!" Layla screamed in agony, her head smacking against the metal with an ugly sound. The hit split the skin, and blood immedaitely started to pour from her forehead. Things were starting to look bad for the small fighter.

"You like that, bitch?" Priss asked Layla, pulling her off of the steps. She grinned at her, like a nasty, cruel predator, clicking her tongue once. "I sure hope so, there's more of it coming!"

She held Layla up with one hand, turning to the steps and forcefully kicking the top one off of the bottom. There was a loud clattering of metal as it hit the floor, the sound echoing through the arena. Then, Priss grabbed Layla with both hands again, going to throw her facedown over the bottom half of the steps.

She turned away from her, stepping towards the announcer's table to fetch a chair. Folding it up, she turned back to Layla, that nasty look still in her eyes. It was obvious what she was going to do now, and the crowd was booing her as she did so.

Priss looked down at Layla again, raising the chair high up into the air over her body. She paused a moment, staring at the girl, wondering if she had any fight left at all before she brought the steel chair crashing down onto her form!

Layla was limp as putty as Priss held her up, her eyes only half-open as she hung in her grasp. Blood was now streaming down her face and dripping onto the floor. All in all, Layla looked like a complete mess, and it seemed like her sadistic opponant wasn't done with her.

Soon Layla was thrown onto the steps, landing on them with small groan of pain. The metal was cold and dug into her skin, but at least Layla got a brief moment to rest. But there was no doubt in her mind that Priss was setting her up for some more savage punishment.

Willing every muscle in her body to get up and move, Layla tried to get off the steps before Priss came back to her. But it was too late, and pain exploded on Layla's back. "GAAAHHHHH!!!!" the small fighter screamed when the chair struck her back. It hurt so much, immediately bringing herfull consciousness back, though not in a way she would have preferred. Tears mixed with the blood coating her face as layla whimpered in pain.