Cecil Coral vs Tia Baker

Pain sucks, ya know

Pain really really sucks.

Just throwing it out there.

But speaking of throwing...

Cecil managed to open her hands for a split second, only to see the sole of a bare foot crashing her sights shut again. Pain exploded into her again, this time into her chin and head, and the kick sent her swerving bodily into the air for the briefest of moment, tearing another scream from her, her hair swishing wildly, before crashing down onto the curb again. On her back. Seemingly completely motionless.

Tia knew just how much pain sucked and that only encouraged her strike to have additional force. The girl's body was demanding retribution for all that she had endured and she planned on winning this match just to shut up that taunting mouth of Cecil.

The girl could hear the scream being torn from Cecil's mouth and while she didn't enjoy another's suffering she hardly felt a great deal of sympathy. "That's...what you get for treating others like that."

Tia was groaning and moving slowly, but she hoped that her opponent was in no position to resist her. The plan now was to shove the girl onto her front and sit on her back. All Tia could think was that a Camel Clutch was in order to make Cecil understand just how much picking on others could bite you in the end.

Cecil was starting to regain abit of sensation in her head and stomach when she was flipped onto her front. She felt a pair of sleek hands wrap around her chin and the camel clutch began. Her groans of pain began shortly after.

All she could do was reach to her back and yank at both her opponent's feet with her hands, digging and scratching and pulling as hard as she could

It bit at her that this was essentially an exact reversal of their earlier positions, but her options were horribly, horribly limited.

Tia was relieved to get the Camel Clutch applied without any trouble. Soon her opponent was going to recover enough to realize her opposition and Tia knew she had to do whatever she could. This hold wasn't only for delivering some damage, but possibly to get her out of this mess.

"No more witty retorts. Guess you'll have to remember my name after this one." She groaned pulling harder on Cecil's chin not wanting to give her an inch.

"Ow! You stubborn..." She growled just applying the hold with more force when she felt the girl digging and clawing at her feet. It hurt for sure but Tia tried to ignore it and stay where she was. She wasn't going to just let Cecil get away with all she'd done to this point.

"Argh!" Cecil cried as the hold tightened. No, she couldn't let this bitch be on top, both figuratively and literally.

"Name? Is is Bitchy. Von. Suckass?" she said through clenched teeth and whimpering pain.

Her body buckled and shifted and heaved and pushed, trying her best to loosen or even break the hold. Her hands continued digging and tugging furiously at Tia's legs, only to give up halfway, moving upwards to try to pry and hurt Tia's hands instead.

Tia couldn't let herself lose to someone like this. Telling herself that just about anyone else might be preferable to this person. She may have lost some less than straight forward matches in the past, but she'd find a way to win this type.

"Keep...trying!" She yanked harder in response to the girl's reply. Tia normally had some sense of humor, but right now she wasn't taking anything lightly.

Having limited free limbs Tia focused on grinding her rear into Cecil's back. When her hands pulled away from her feet it made it easier to attack in that fashion. "Argh!" She groaned feeling now the attempts to pry her hands apart. Tia's arms having been put through a painful experience were more susceptible to being pried apart. Slowly she could feel her opponent having some luck though she struggled and tried to hang on for as long as she could.

More buckling, more heaving. It occurred to her, amidst the haze of pain and fatigue and pressure, that she didn't really know what she was doing. She was running solely on raw, primal instinct now, to get away from the hurt. Even her retort was an uncreative, oft-repeated, and startling weak "Bitch!" Cecil might yet be reaching the end of her threshold, and if the agonizing pain could stop, she wasn't sure she wouldn't welcome it. She felt so heavy. The bitch on her felt so heavy, and it threatened to came crashing down on her.

But the look on Tia's soon-to-be-defeated face fueled her.

If she had any success with the prying, she would slowly and steadily force whichever arm she could upwards slightly, from her chin...to her mouth.

She peeled back her lips and bit down hard on the unfortunate fingers there. Or whatever length of arm she could sink her teeth into.

Tia was determined after everything that happened to beat Cecil and prove to her what happens when you underestimate and insult people. This kind of person just fired Tia up more than any other and she planned to do whatever it took to bring her down. Hanging in there was taking a lot of willpower and strength since her arms had taken a beating in this match. Even still she couldn't prevent her hands from being pealed away entirely.

Of course the last thing that Tia expected to have happen was what did. Before she realized it her fingers were in that mouth which had just bit down on them. "AGGGH!" The girl screamed in pain her fingers crying out as her as she felt the teeth digging into them. Yanking her one free hand away and curling it into a fist.

"Let go! You fucking cannibal!" She started to lay in punches at the back of Cecil's head so Tia could get her hand out of there. She didn't give a damn about the hold, just yanking her hand free and maybe even laying in more punches even after that.

Finally! Cecil felt such sweet relief as the pain eased and the hold broke, allowing her to make her play for control for the match. Relinquishing her bite grip on Tia's hand, Cecil spun on her back, shifted back slightly, pulled back her legs, and with all her strength, gave Tia a doubled kick in the gut, hoping to send her smashing into the turnbuckles.

Tia was just glad to get her hand free from that crazy girl though the match was definitely not nearly complete yet. Getting her throbbing hand free was a relief though she kept raining down punches with the hand that hadn't been bitten while she struggling against Cecil's rapid movements underneath her. Regardless she wasn't ready to stop that double kick that knocked the air out of her. "GAH!" Tia coughed going flying into the turnbuckles groaning as her back smashed into it.