Tom's Gym

Alex went for a right jab to her abs, and would try to work a few combination of straight lefts and right crosses to her Breasts, ribs and kidneys respectfully. With the situation hopefully now under control, Alex should take the opportunity to knee her sharply in the gut, the going ramming his elbow down on her shoulder and grinding it in slightly-- all the while, he went to clutch onto her left wrist and twist the arm in a standing arm wringer, reaching around to bring the appendage behind her back. "Not looking to good there babe." With that said, he'd go to whip her hard into the turnbuckles. Putting enough force to increase her velocity so she might bounce off it, right in the waiting path of a roundhouse kick to the gut.

Rachel was helpless as Alex threw her around the ring, striking her before she could stop him, and eventually throwing her into the turnbuckle. She clutched at it to dodge the roundhouse kick, but she was already exhausted and stood panting, barely able to stand.

Alex seeing this girl clutch onto his foot, Immediately rotating a 180 degrees to the left in order to kick the opponent directly in the medulla oblongata. If she ducked Alex should balance himself on his palms, turn in the opposite direction, thus bringing the heel towards the left side of her head. "Ya look so pretty and fit, shame I'm gonna end up breaking my new punchin' bag in half!" Coming in fast, he went for a combo of jabs and knee strikes to face and head soften her up.. Those 25.5 inch biceps should go to wrap around her scrawny neck; cutting off the flow of oxygen. Only then, after locking the move for a good twenty seconds, should he fall flat on his back, roughly tossing this woman over himself during the descent in that position, and onto her head and neck.

Rachel quickly found herself choking as Alex's arms crushed her windpipe: as she thought she was about to pass out from the lack of air, she felt herself drop and she was thrown across the ring again, landing heavily on her upper body. She lay still, groaning slightly and unable to move.

Alex went to try and lift this woman up to her feet by the hair. Seems she might of taken a pretty nasty bump on her head, good for her. A strong gust of wind would blow outwards as his right arm shot forward toward her gut as he'd pull her up. He needed to back her into the corner. The Natural blonde headed male smiled, Keeping his arms up to his face as well, he'd bob his head left and right, closing the gap between the fighters. Swooping in with a powerful right hook towards the tits with enough force to rip off that top off on a collision course with her weak chin if it connected.
Tremendous speeds accelerated by sheer will alone, thrusting his shoulder in. Attempting to toss the large joint, that tripled the size of the her cranium, directly dead center of her face if she got up. Leaving the dodging window minuscule, at best - Using his focused mind, Alex would
go to grind those green colored gloves downward on the woman's
shoulders simultaneously. Pushing forward - continued the tremendous wrestler rhythm towards the ropes.

Rachel was unable to prevent herself being thrown around the ring, and before long she found herself backed up against the ropes.

Leg sweeping outward with enough force to collide into her ankles, with exertion. Levitating upward. 360°; The Interceptor went catapult his shin against the right side of the woman, thrusting her further airborne if hit. Ebon boots should have arched up; rapidly following behind the spinning body. Being midair, swooping in to try inserting his instep strongly against her right side abdomen. 720°; Catapulting another shin kick into her directly centered facial structure, needing his body leveled with the floor. Shifting his weight; Shoulders pivoting downward, as his heel followed behind, execution a powerful heel kick towards her abdomen hoping to smash her cleanly through the ring.