Just another day to Brawl

Rika landed on the mat with a grunt, her kick having missed completely. Sarah sniffed in disdain. The charging Jesse came right at her, barreling into her stomach hard. Sarah let out an 'ooofff!', and was pushed off of Kea. When she was off the red head, Sarah held her own against the blond, stopping her charge in its tracks. "Oh, so close!" Sarah laughed, right before she sent a brutal knee into Jesse's stomach.

Jesse had the air driven out of her as Sarah's knee hit her. It seemed that Sarah wouldn't let herself be lifted away; still, Jesse kept standing stubbornly, grasping Sarah's waist with all her remaining might. If Jesse couldn't lift her, at least she'd be keeping her away from Kea, and so she continued trying.

Sarah drove knee after knee into Jesse's gut, seeing as the cowgirl wouldn't let her go voluntarily. "You. Don't. Know . When. To. Quit!" Sarah growled, emphasizing each word with another knee strike. After many of those Sarah would raise both her arms above her head, and slam them both down across Jesse's back in an axe handled blow.

Rika meanwhile had gotten back up, and while Sarah occupied Jesse, she went over to Kea. Smirking cruely, Rika would procede to strip Kea of er shirt.

Despite the repeated attacks, Jesse didn't move away from Sarah, hugging her waist and at the same time subjecting herself to the punishment. She grunted each time a knee hit her, and at the end her grip was a lot feebler than at the start, practically leaning against Sarah for balance. Only the axe handle blow was able to make her let go, and on the impact she fell, landing on her stomach.

Sarah snorted in disgust as Jesse lay in the mat before her. "I knew you were pathetc," she whispered coldly. "Didn't realize you were stupid too." Sarah would stomp on Jesse's head to keep her down, and then drop to the mat beside her. She would scissor one of the blond's arms between her legs, and then start to pull back on her chin, putting her in a painful crippler crossface.

Rika would rip off Kea's shirt, exposing whatever she was hiding underneath, and she would do it all with a sneer.

Sarah's stomp and Jesse's own weariness kept her from giving an answer to Sarah's insult. Trying to keep fighting, she was nevertheless put in the crippler crossface, letting out a shriek of pain when she started being bent against her will.

When Rika ripped off the shirt, what appeared underneath was a plain beige bra. Kea's bust heaved up and down, as she was still unconscious.

Rika tossed Kea's shirt aside with a laugh. She only wished someone was around to see Kea's humiliation. "Hey Rika!" Sarah called, wrenching back on Jesse's chin as much as she could. SHe was really to making Jesse to hurt. "Feel like giving me a hand?" Rika grinned brightly.

"Of course!" she agreed, and quickly jogged over to the two. She stepped over Jesse's legs, grabbed both of them, and lifted them off the mat in a boston crab. Jesse would then be trapped in two punishing submission holds.

Jesse gave off another scream, her face contorting in pain as Rika put her in the boston crab. Now all her battered body was being bent, and the pain quickly sapped away the strength from her. She was simply unable to fight against the double hold, and were this a normal match she'd have submitted to the excruciating pain. She screamed again, with bits of saliva spluttering from her mouth.

Sarah could witness first hand the pain they were putting Jesse through, and when she saw the agony etched in her face, she gave a malicious grin. "I think she wants us to stop," Sarah said to Rika, who snickered in response. They would keep this up for several more seconds before both let their submissions go. Sarah would stand up and step back, but Rika would roll Jesse onto her front, and procede to straddle her, sitting herself down on her stomach, and use her knees to pin Jesse's arms down. Grinning, Rika would start to rain punches down onto Jesse's face, showing no mercy to the cowgirl.

While Rika did this, Sarah would march over to where Kea was still, finding her to still be asleep, and missing an article of clothing. Sarah would grab her by the hair, and start to drag her by it to the corner. Using a bit of effort, Sarah would set her knocked out victim up in the corner, propping her arms over the top ropes and her legs over the bottom ones. Once everything was set up, Sarah would grin, and start to send brutal punches into her stomach.

When the heels finally released Jesse, her head and legs fell to the mat. The dual hold had had an absolutely destructive effect on her, her fierceness from before having been transformed into weak shivers. She was rolled to her front like a ragdoll, and she was punched over and over, not even able to protect her face with her arms, as those were trapped.

A rough hit brought Kea's mind back to reality. Her mind was groggy, not very certain of what was going on, but she could notice three things. First, she could not move her arms and legs properly. Second, there was a lingering pain on the top of her head, as an effect of the piledriver. And third, Sarah was in front of her, pummeling her stomach. She tried to clear her head between one punch and another, but it was difficult.