Rika Smart vs Minerva Virginia Navarre

Rika growled as Minerva held onto her knee, forcing her to hop around on one leg. She gripped Minerva's shoulders to prevent falling over entirely. "You stubborn bitch," Rika growled. But as she was held in this position, she suddenly got a rather juvenille idea. Grinning sneakily, she would reach over Minerva and grab the bottom of her sweater. If she managed that she'd pull the back of the sweater up and over Mierva, hooking it on the top of her head, giving the girl a good old fashioned 'jersey'.

Minerva couldn't do much more than hold her position and was opened to the move. As she felt her sweater slide over her back, she tried to push Rika down onto the ground with the little strength she could muster.

With her knee held up the way it was Minerva's push caught Rika off balance, and with a yelp the brawler fell to the mat in a heap. Fortunately the move didn't hurt her, and was already making her way back to her feet. he hoped her childish maneauver of pulling Minerva's sweater over her eyes kept her blinded long enough. If it did, Rika would march up to the small girl, and knee her hard in the crotch.

The trick worked and Virginia was caught with the knee. She gasped and her eyes widened behind the covoer of the hoodie and she slumped against Rika trying to rub her now sore pussy.

"Aw," Rika cooed mockingly, actually letting Minerva slump against her. It made Rika feel powerful. "Feeling a little tired? Maybe you need a little pick me up!" With those words Rika would suddenly duck down, and with a grunt of effort would try to hoist Minerva onto her shoulders. Grinning nastily, Rika would start to spin around with Minerva, going as fast as she can, trying to make Minerva dizz with an airplane spin manuever.

Virginia grunted as she was lifted up, practically dead weight in Rika's arms. She was spun around, which served to wake her up. Her eyes widened, still covered partially by her sweater. She tried to stop it, but all she could do was flail about uselessly.

Rika spun faster and faster, spinning like a helicopter with Minerva on her shoulders, She as getting a bit dizzy herself, so she couldn't keep this up for much longer. Fortunately she wasn't about to. After a long spinning session Rika woud stop, panting slightly with a grin on her face. "Initiate landing!" Rika laughed, and would then throw Minerva off her shoulders throwing her forwards and dropping her hard onto the mat.

Virginia landed with a hard thud on the mat. Her workld was spinning and her wyes were glazed over despite being opened. moan came from her as she was unable to get a hold of her faculties.

Rika snickered cruely down at Minerva and her pathetic moans. Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to use one of Rika's favourite holds, one she was getting better at using.

Rika would step behind Minerva as she lay on the mat, and step on the back of her knees, then grab her legs to hook them with her own. Once that was done she'd reach foward and grab both of Minerva's arms. When everything was set up, Rika would then roll backward taking Minerva with her, suspending her in the air with a painful cieling hold submission.

Minerva couldn't fight back and was forced into the painful hold. Her eyes widened and she gasped, tears dripping down her face, clearly in pain. And while her voice tried to scream only an empty noise came out even as she flailed about trying to escape the pain.