A martial artist vs a firece grappler (For Iffy)

Courtney, of course, ignored them. And Courtney, of course, let her up. Courtney would stand and help steady Arika as she stood."Dayum girl, your a tough one!", she'd say, smiling."Yall wanna keep going?", she asked, patting her back and taking a moment to glare over at the men outside the ring.

Everyone outside the ring recognized that look on Courtney's face. It was the look of He-Bitch, and nobody wanted a piece of that. No way. Everyone backed off and did thier best to look like they're minding thier own business.

Arika allowed Courtney to help her up, though deep within, the girl was having a hard time swallowing the rage she had for herself. It was her fault for being so careless--so dumb to let these...these...MEN get in the way of her important match.
It was then Arika stopped to think about that notion. What exactly did make this match so important? It wasn't a title match, nor it was even a match in the ring. From the outside, it was nothing more than a regular sparring session in the gym. No lights...no cameras...no belts. Nothing.

If that was the case, why was Arika so worked up about letting her guard down? Was it that Arika wanted to be taken seriously as a fighter, or was it....

something else?

Arika glanced behind her and smiled sheepishly at the bigger woman behind her. Did her frustration had anything to do with Courtney?

"Y-yeah...I want to keep going"

The little girl chose her words carefully. Wanting to continue on fighting promised nothing but more pain for her, yet quitting would leave a serious dent in her pride and image.

"Alrighty then, tell me when your ready", she said, going over to her corner and stretching for a few moments.

(Party....like a poptart? I like the strawberry ones. I hate chocolate smores)

Arika's jaw drooped slightly, her eyes fixated on the woman's display of flexibility. The longer she gazed, the redder her cheeks had become. Though, she was unaware of it. It wasn't until a certain inappropiate thought that lingered into her mind made her will herself to snap back into reality.

"C'mon! Focus! Forget oogling after her! She's like your older sister!"

Arika mentally scolded herself, shoving the dark, explicit thought out of her head. She had no idea what was going on with her. Growing up, Arika couldn't remember a time when she liked a boy...or a girl, for that matter. Right now, however, wasn't the right time to start thinking about it. After shaking her head to clear her head, Arika assumes a defensive stance. Her voice jittered in her throat.

"I...I-I'm ready...."

Meanwhile, The Dudes(Yes...the same guys who keep annoying everyone) sat and watched in antcipation. Since none of the girls were throwing any punches yet, one of the men thought now would be a splendid idea to reach up and grab Courtney's ass from behind the ropes, if the man was sneaky enough...

Hey, a man's gotta cop a feel, sometime, right?

(Strawberry is my fave too!!! And however thought of putting chocolate in pop tarts needs to get smacked...)

Courtney smirked as Arika got into her stance, but her joy was short lived when she felt a hand on her ass. Frowning, she spun around and aimed her leg through the ropes, and kicked towards the face of however had their hand on her ass. After that she would sigh and turn back around, getting into her stance and beginning to circle Arika."Psst, pervs", she muttered, smirking over at Arika.

Oooooh, why must Courtney tease me like this?

Arika's silent little soliloquy played in her mind. The warm, gentle demeanor, the attitude, the body, and not to mention the superior size...it was all starting to rub the little girl in a way that probably wont be a benefit to her for the match. Regardless, she HAD to stay focused. This is debut and she must atleast try and not to go out as easily as she did in the last round.

"But what should I do? How do I start?"

Her body tenses up from self doubt, ontop of Courtney's heatful charm that had already fogged her brain. Shoving the thoughts aside, Arika inches herself foward and makes her way just outside of the big woman's grappling range; getting tossed by Courntey was the last thing she wanted to happen to her.
After a moment of silence, if Courtney still remained patient, Arika will lung foward and aim for a takedown, scooping the bigger woman off of her feet with arms.

"Oh shit!", she yelped jokingly, stumbling backwards. Little Arika could pack a punch. Courtney stumbled backwards until she hit the ropes, then she smiled."Take this!", she hissed, grabbing Arika's head and bringing up her knee, trying to nail the fighter in the head.

(Since you came back and all.........you can quit bluffing out on me. lmao)

Both of Arika's arms were nowhere near able to defend herself, and like a comet, Courtney's knee struck the little girl's dome. Bells sounded off in her skull and her vision exploded white.

"Arrgh!"

For a smaller girl, Arika sure landed pretty hard. The ceilingShe will try to scurry to her feet and NOT give Courtney the time to followup proper,but in reality, Arika's movements seemed sloppy; she was too dazed, with ceiling lights dancing before her eyes, to even tell which blurred image of Courtney was the right one.

Courtney smiled, then grabbed Arika's arm, twisting it behide the girl's back, Courtney stood behinde her and began to yank her arm up painfully."Having fun?", she asked in her ear, smiling.

"Oooouh!"

Arika squealed like a baby once she begins to feel the twist on her arm. Courtney's breath washes over her skin, some of it seeping its way into her ear, arousing a chilling wave to run through the smaller girls body.
It was hard to focus on the sharp wrenching in her arm when Arika was cheeks were rose red. " title="Embarrassed" />

No! Don't let her.....urgh...let her WIN!"

Arika was NOT going to let Courtney's advances distract her. Before the hold gone in too deep, she will try to duck underneath and give the other wrestler a taste of her own hold.

------------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, all of the male wrestlers stood idly by, outside, sharing popcorn and casually discussing things like:

"Ayo, which one of these hoes ya'll fuck first, son? I'd take the big one, nah-mean?"

"Nah brah, the small ones petite. Lookin' good, killa"