Rika Smart vs Sarah Ashcole

After driving her elbow into the gut of her opponant, Rika rolled to a kneeling position, looking at the damage she had thus far caused to Sarah. So far so good, she thought gleefully. SHe would grab Sarah by her blond hair, lifting her up so she could could whisper into her ear. "You'll be crying for mommy by the time I'm done with you," she snickered. With that she would slam Sarah's face into the mat.

Even though the match has just started, Sarah already wanted to quit. When Rika pulls her head up by the hair, she'd notice a few tears falling from the corner of the blonde girl's eyes. "Uhmm..." Her eyes shot wide when Rika slammed her face into the mat, but just for a second. The girl clutched her hands on her nose, which was surely broken.

Rika stood back up, relishing in the cruching noise that came from Sarah's nose. This was the fun Sarah Gatt had told her about. These girls were easy to beat up!

She walked around to Sarah's legs, lifting them both off the mat, and with a grin would send her foot crashing into her crotch.

Sarah wondered for a moment what Rika might be planning by lifting her legs up like that. Her doubt faded a few moments later, and the pain occupied its place instead. The blonde girl's eyes almost popped out of her cranium when Rika kicked her right in the crotch. She moved both of her hands to her lower belly and clutched them tightly on it, now crying because of the pain that kick brought her.

Rika let Sarah's legs flop to the floor after the kick to her crotch, walking around her again as she sneered down at her. With her on her belly she stepped over her, and would drop her butt hard on her back.

Sarah was pretty much done by then. All of her fighting spirit disappeared in less than 5 minutes. She couldnt believe what an amazing beatdown she was taking! The blonde never thought she'd have to face someone as strong as Rika. Just when she thought it was over, her opponent's weight fell upon her back, knocking the air out of her and making her scream and cough. She wasnt in condition to offer any kind of resistance.

During the few years she was alone Rika let her fighting ability dull, as if all her confidence had gone away. But once she met up with Sarah Gatt again, she was reborn into the tough young scrapper she used to be, like seeing Sarah had refueled her desire to fight again.

Sitting on top of Sarah, Rika looped her arm around her neck in a chokehold, and then pulled back in a kind of modified camel clutch.

"Kgghh...!" Sarah was choking in the hold. Even if Rika was pulling on her throat softly, she was still breathless from the last move, and that hold kept her from recover the breath. Still.. she found it too pathetic to quit yet. She was trying to not lose the little of pride she had left, if she had any.

"Tell you what," Rika whispered in Sarah's ear even as she kept the debilitating hold locked. "If you tell me what a loser you are, I might go easy on you." Rika loved to humililiate her opponants almost as much as her mentor. She relished in making people admit she was better than they were, which was exactly what she was doing to her opponant now.

Sarah's pride wouldnt allow her to admit Rika was stronger than her. But, consider that her pride was reduced to nothing during this match, she hadnt much of a trouble with saying it. "I'm... pa-...pathetic... and.. you're.. s-s-s-stronger!!" That last word came out with a little of effort, but in the end, she forced it out. She was going to do everything in reach to come out of the ring in one piece.