Seraph vs. Robin (Complete)

Robin was frightened. She had already had her old breast plate destroyed. She was helpless to stop the strap from being removed and her breast plate from falling off while the crowd went ecstatic at the sight of this, Robin feeling very embarassed.

Seraph would then throw the chest plate aside, entirely intact before reaching down for her hair, grabbing it and pulled back hard while stepping down hard on her back. "Scream human... I want to hear you scream." She hissed.

Robin bit her lip in a vein effort to keep in her sounds, but the pain got to her as she shrieked in agony, the crowd wincing.

Seraph slowly licked her lips, a sick smile on her face before throwing her head back down into the mat, then tried to remove Robin's bottom attire as well.

The crowd started to go wild as Robin grunted, allowing her undergarments to be stripped off of her. Now her armor was gone, though it wasn't much to begin with, and she was holding onto her own face, trying to hide her tears.

Seraph stared down at Robin for a moment, circling her slowly. "Get up."

The crowd was worried as they started to chant, "Robin! Robin!"

Robin, hearing the call of her fans, grunted and rose to her feet saying, "I've gone easy on you so far, but you will not do anymore damage to me!"

She charged at Seraph going for a tackle, but what she was really going to do was fake the tackle, moving behind Seraph and lift her up over her shoulders for the Tower Bridge.

Seraph spun around just as Robin was trying to zip around her and would try to nail her across the face with a spinning backfist. "Hands off, you slimy twat." She hissed.

Robin couldn't believe it. Fighting with grace wasn't helping her and fighting more aggressively wasn't helping either. She had to keep going, but the kick had taken more out of her than it should have. She attempted to grab hold of Seraph. If this worked, she would hurl Seraph high into the air leaping up at her, grabbing onto Seraph's head with her legs and flip upward, grabbing onto Seraph's torso slamming her head into the mat kind of like a tombstone piledriver.

Seraph had hardly been touched in the match and was still very fresh. She wouldn't allow Robin to just grab hold of her. Well, she did, but not before sneaking a knee straight to Robin's gut before she could lift her up.

"Word to the wise. Save the fancy moves for when your opponent can't defend herself, you moron." She said coldly.