A martial artist vs a firece grappler (For Iffy)

"Sorry hun, these guys don't get to me. I hope you enjoyed the match", she said, smiling down at her trapped friend. She heaved up, lifting the smaller girl up, then dropped down onto her knees, smashing Arika's pretty head into the canvas.

Everyone at ringside covered thier eyes. It wasn't long until the skull crunching drop was met with a loud, mat shattering fall.
Arika managed to let out a short yelp, only to ghave it stifled from the impact. She lifelessly slumps to the ground. Her rampantly heaving chest slows to a steady crawl. Arika is down, slumbering peacefully like a little, brown haired angel.

From that moment, nobody at ringside cracked anymore jokes. Courtney just displayed the power of a man, something that nobody wanted to joke about.
Was the show over?

Courtney sighed and stood up, then looked around."I hope...that was enough for you", she said to the on-lookers, casting a dark glance at the men. She looked down at Arika's sleeping body with a smile."We gotta do it again sometime, hunny", she whispered. And with that, the tall girl slid out the ring, grabbed her stuff, and walked out the gym with her head high.

Nobody believed it. Well, to be honest, EVERYONE expected Courtney to win, but they weren't expecting such a harsh ending. The men backed away and gave Courtney space to leave, none of them daring to say a word for fear of, well, something bad happening to them.
One fellow thought about smacking Courtney's ass as she walked away, but a quick glance at the slumbering Arika in the ring was all it took to dispell such urges.

"H-hey, can I atleast have your autograph?"

Another fellow would timidly ask, a great deal of his psyche already regretting the bravery.

Courtney turned around and looked at the guy who asked, and smiled."Only if you make sure the girl in the ring is o.k. when she wakes up", she said. Arika was a great girl, and she wanted to make sure her little friend would be alright when she woke from her sudden knockout.