Serina Kashibara vs Emily Blaskowicz

"You first!" Emily shot back, almost giggling now with how childish their exchanges had gotten. Even so, Serina's attempts to bat away Emily's hand only proved to be her own downfall, as Emily had already anchored her grip on Serina's bottoms.

Serina's legs, however, were a bit of a different story. With only one arm keeping one leg separate from the other, Emily soon realized that her opponent's efforts would bear fruit. With that in mind, Emily tried to preempt Serina and release her, only to try to bring her now freed hand down with a hammer-like blow between Serina's legs.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!" Serina shrieked as Emily's fist slammed down on her most tender area. Tearing up, she writhed and squirmed violently, cursing while she tried vainly to soothe the pain in her womanhood.

Allowing a moment to appreciate the sight before her, Emily figured that now would

Deciding to take this opportunity, Emily would try to turn Serina over, attempting to grab her legs if she could manage this and try to lock in a Boston Crab from there. If she could manage that, Emily would proceed to resume her efforts to remove Serina's bikini bottoms.

Still reeling in pain from that low blow, Serina ended up getting pulled into Emily's Boston Crab hold. Gasping in pain as her spine was bent, she tried to struggle free, however as she felt her foe start to grab at her bottoms again, Serina's face turned bright red and she began to squirm even harder. "St-stop that you bitch!" Serina shouted angrily, even though in this position there was little she could do to stop her.

This time around, Emily didn't bother answering Serina, instead pulling back harder on the Boston Crab as she continued trying to get her opponent's bottoms off, feeling something in the swimwear starting to give under her grasp.

With this opportunity presented to her, Emily would tug sharply on the underwear until it came off, waving it around in the air if she was successful, like the stolen swimwear was a trophy.

Much to Serina's dismay, her bikini bottoms were yanked right off, completely exposing her lower half. Blushing furiously with embarrassment as Emily twirled her swimsuit around in the air, the dirty blonde would attempt to kick out of the hold and buck the redhead off of her, before scrambling to her feet. "That's it, you're fucking dead, you cunt!"

Emily laughed at the dirty blonde's rage, deciding not to resist her attempts to buck Emily off, instead riding with them and rolling to her feet a short distance away. Turning to face Serina, bikini-bottoms still in hand, Emily gave Serina a smug grin before tossing the garment back into the crowd.

"Top's next, bitch," Emily challenged, settling in as she waited for the enraged blond to come charging back in.

Seeing red, and temporarily forgetting her shame, Serina rushed right at Emily with her arms raised. Reaching out for her opponent's long, red hair, she would try to hold her in place before attempting to slam her knee upwards into Emily crotch in retaliation for that earlier low blow.

Emily almost laughed at Serina rushing in, arms raised, likely for a hair-grab. She must've pissed the girl off worse than she'd expected.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I wear my hair in a pony-tail for matches.

Unafraid of Serina's charge, Emily actually took a step towards the running dirty blonde, bringing her foot up to try to answer Serina with a big boot to the stomach.

Rushing in recklessly, Serina ran full-on into Emily's foot, nearly folding herself over the outstretch limb. With a long pained wheeze, the dirty blonde girl dropped to her knees, holding her gut in pain, trying to catch her breath.