Mimete vs Rika - Rika's debut

Rika would be able to pull Mimete up and cinch her orange haired head between her thighs. At this moment Mimete gave a muffled yelp and struggled a bit as she realized she was in hot water.

At this point it would depend on how tightly Rika had Mimete secured. If so, she would most likely be able to set up her piledriver. If not, Mimete would try to pop her head free and go for the desperate low blow.

Rika was busy showboating to the crowd, not grabbing Mimete yet, the orange haired girl's head not tight between her thighs, allowing to escape and, with a powerful punch to the netherlands, done without the ref girls notice, Mimete brought Rika down to her side, gasping, hands going between her legs after the powerful low blow.

As Rika suffered from the low blow, Mimete would slowly pick herself up, recouping some of her energy and perhaps going for a second wind. When she finally got up to her feet, she would smirk down at Rika nastily and give a chuckle as if though now she felt she had turned things around.

She then went for some angry, repeated heel stomps down at Rika's midriff.

"I...am not...gonna let...some pathetic new girl...beat me....AGAIN!"

Rika cried out as she was stomped, each hard blow hammering into her midriff and causing her body to shudder while driving the air from her body, leaving her panting and gasping when Mimete finished.

Mimete would then calm down a bit with hands on her knees.

After this she would try to pull Rika up by her hair and set her up for a DDT. She would extend her arm to crowd with flourishing gesture if she got Rika set up before she actually went for the kick back and drop motion.

Rika groaned as she was pulled up to her feet and set up for a DDT.

With Mimete wasting time to flourish and brag a little instead of going for the drop, Rika would attempt a counter by grabbing around Mimete's closest sexy leg, before trying to lift her straight up and fall back to faceplant her on the mat!

Mimete gasped as she felt Rika's hand on her bare thigh.

Then the next thing she knew she was sailing through space and an explosion of pain impacted her face as she was sent to the mat. She let out a mournful cry from the pain of the attack and rolled over on her back nursing her face and nearly sobbing.

Rika stayed on her back, holding her stomach and panting in pain, still trying to catch the breath that Mimete had pounded out of her earlier.

Mimete after she had started to regain a sense of the present and the ability to move would suddenly go to roll out of the ring. She would throw her arms up in a rather frustrated way and turned as if though she intended to leave!

Rika groaned and started to push herself up to her feet, turning around and looking confused as Mimete had vanished, until she heard the ref girl starting to count, realizing that Mimete was walking away from the ring!



"H-HEY!...Where do you think your going?! This isn't done yet!"



Rika yelled at her, trying to goad her back in the ring.