Ali Al-Mansour vs Phoebe Vermillion

Phoebe squeaked, rolling out of the way of his boot, standing on all fours. It wasn't all too practical, but she thought it looked cool. The blonde crawled quickly to her opponent, sending a right kick to the back of his ankle.

He groans and attempts to pick her up for a power bomb.

Phoebe was maneuvered into a power bomb, gagging in pain the amount her neck hit the canvas. She twitched slightly, her leg tiredly kicking the canvas. Yona could take such a hard hit, but Phoebe wasn't all that great in endurance. She wasn't knocked-out; surely too cut down to size to move, yet she tried to pick herself back up.

He smirks.

Phoebe forced her body back up, and slammed her head into Ali's stomach. She had noticed that he was enjoying her being in pain; her anger rising to the surface.

He groans and attempt to hit her with a clothesline

Phoebe groaned, pummeled back down to the canvas. She was held the side of her face with one hand, glaring up at Ali with her exposed eye.
"Do you really hate me that much? Ouch."

He shrug

Phoebe crawled away from him, reaching out for the ropes. She knew it was only a matter of time before he attacked again, so she tried to at least protect herself slightly, knowing that her legs were already sore from the attacks. She wasn't exactly the most athletic girl back in her adolescent years, and that surely was the same now. Furthermore, she felt nauseous, this having only been her second fight; she might've gotten too ahead of herself.
"How far would you go for your master? Do you love her per chance?"

"I love her as a big sister and I feel like I should give revenge for her " He said