A new challenger appears! ( for Hali)

"Alright, sounds like a plan. Now, what kind of match are we talkin' about here?" Scarlet asked with her own smirk now surfacing. She raised her fists and prepared to strike. Her hair flitting in the wind as her eyes blazed a trail into his. The look of utter determination could be it for some, but she was sure it'd take more than a look to bring him down. As soon as he'd finish his question she'd zip forward, appearing as if she'd thrust her elbow into his forehead, but in a fluid motion, arching it down, aiming at his stomach with more force than she could have delivered otherwise.

John smirked, "The kind of match where I kick yer pasty, lily white ass.", he replied, just in time to raise his guard against her trick elbow shot. The shot to the stomach caught him off guard and he stumbled back a step, at the same time lashing out with his front foot, straight at her abdomen. If it connected, he would rush forward and trap her in a headlock, reach down her pants and grab the back if her panties, assuming she was wearing any, and use them for leverage to lift her upside-down. If she wasn't wearing any, he'd just grab her crotch and lift her that way.

Scarlet was pleased that her fake went through, glad she could get the first shot. She was in the middle of standing up when John's boot caught her directly in the navel. Her tight stomach cringed and she hopped back a step, just out of reach of John's headlock. With one hand on her stomach, she looked him in the eye, "Nice moves slick." Before she finished her sentence, she darted in at the man who would be calculating his next move. With lightning fast precision, she brought her left leg up, but it didn't make contact, instead her right leg came around in textbook tornado kick!

"Slicker than ye could ever believe, lass.", catching her leg and spinning with the momentum, grabbing her left breast to lift her up over his head, spinning again before slamming Scarlet down on the grass. Still holding onto her leg, he stepped back and twisted, throwing the surely bewildered girl, "How ye feelin', girl?"

How he was able to get in close on her tornado kick was beyond her, but as soon as he grabbed her leg and used her breast like a handle, she braced herself for pain. Thankfully he tossed her onto the grass. Scarlet thudded and bounced, "Uaah!" She gasped, but John wasn't done. He twisted her leg, causing her to cry out and spin to a new patch of grass. Again she landed with a thud and rolled to her side, facing her opponent.
Her breath was shallow and pained but she refused to stay down. She gritted her teeth and raised to her feet. "Like that was a good warm up." She said with a smirk, "Bring it bitch."

John lit up another cigarette as Scarlet slid through the grass, "Come on girly, throw a punch or jog on!" He taunted her, getting a small bounce in his stance, shifting weight from foot to foot, watching her get up and stare at him, "Come on, lass, get yer spirit back in ya an' fight!"

Scarlet's tense stance loosened a bit, she had forgotten for a moment how she fought. She swaggered back and forth as she approached. The two were close now, but Scarlet hesitated to make a move, instead awaiting to react. Her skill was higher than most others in the AFW, and she had the speed to back it up. "You're just scared to hit me again." She smirked and nodded.

John grinned as he watched her, smoke drifting out of his mouth on occasion, ember glowing orange, "Ye be thinkin' wrong, lass." He replied, taking the cigarette from between his lips as he spoke and flicking it at her face. Taking advantage of his distraction, he threw a high left knee at Scarlet's chin, but before it could connect, he he shot his leg straight out behind him, driving his right fist at her jaw in a classic superman punch!

Scarlet was close, and on her toes, ready to react. The cigarette throw was just a modification of what someone had done in her previous match! She swung her right arm across and caught the death stick in mid air while her left hand shot across and grabbed John's right wrist (The swinging one), twisting it to her right, "Think you can use my own tricks against me?" She asked mockingly before kicking him in the side of his right leg while his right fist was twisted to his left.
Idealy his leg would buckle and when she twisted his wrist violently the other way, she could flip him onto his back!

John saw her swat the cigarette away and knew he was in store for something. His super man punch left him far too open to adjust his attack, so he didn't bother trying to stop her from grabbing his arm. Instead, he tried to wrap his left arm around her head or neck, trying to take her with him, hoping to drive her head into the grass as she flipped him over!