Setsuna meets Chelsea Rivers

Setsuna's attacks didn't really seem to be going anywhere. She turned around and begin attacking the air. In a sense she dodged Chelsea's attacks but, tripped over her own feet and landed on her back. Setsuna closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Hm? Um, hello? *Tap* *Tap*" Chelsea would say, tapping Setsuna's stomach with her foot, was she asleep? Well, that was going to change! "WAKE UP!" Chelsea would yell out, kicking Setsuna in the stomach in an attempt to get air out of the boxer's stomach.

Setsuna rolled out of the way still, this time on her side, the boxer drooled alittle. Chelsea's foot was a quarter of an inch from smashing into her midsection.

"YES! I....I....oh boy..." Chelsea said, clinching her stomach as she went to the outside of the ropes and proceeded to vomit, it was rather embarrassing! Chelsea would get into the ring and would rush towards her, although it was rather sloppy, slow, predictable and open for a counterattack.

Setusna rolled herself back up, "Y=you okay! we can stop the mathc if you want you don't look so hot..."
As chelsea ran at her, she just side stepped as the drunken girl would trip over her foot. Setsuna would drag the drunken girl's head under the bottom rope facing down. She sat on chelsea's back and began pounding her back with powerful punches. "Let it all out!"

Chelsea wasn't feeling well, but she didn't like to just give up in the middle of the match. She was throwing up a little more after the powerful strikes to her back and would smile after she was done. "Nrrr, thanks girly!" Chelsea would say with a smile, and would try to move. "Alright, how about we start this out right? You let me clear my systems, you know, what I was doing for a minute, and we play this fair and square, deal?"

"Stop calling me GIRLY!" Setsuna said as she put up her guard, "Kyaahhh!"
After a few punches, she stopped, "oh, umm...sorry I got carried away....'
Setsuna got back up and patted the dust off her legs. She sat in her corner trying to recollect her thoughts. She was easily ticked off for someone who was into proffesional boxing and wrestling. Her short fuse even frustrated her.
(Sorry really busy recently)

Chelsea had hurled a couple of more times and had started to get up and sat in the corner, looking at Setsuna with a woozy smile. "It's fine, it is a match after all!" Chelsea would say, slowly advancing in a grappler's stance and would look for a good opening. She would try to bring her down with a drop toe hold if she could get her.