Rika Smart vs Minerva Virginia Navarre

Rika's ground and pound style was as effective as it was brutal, as Minerva was no doubt finding out. THe vicious punches would bombard Minerva's face for nearly a minute, before Rika would finally hold off. She panted a little from exertion, but she still wore her cheeky grin. "Well?" she asked. "Feel like begging for mercy? I just might give it."

Virginia's lip was bloody from the assault. Her eyes opened wearily as Rika released her and asked if she wanted to beg for mercy. Rika probably didn't know but Virginia had a split personality and the one in control did not know what that word meant. She weakly lifted her hand and tried to shove a finger into Rika's eye in response.

Rika's hand shot up to snatch Minerva's slow moving hand before she could even get to her eye. "I'll take that as a no," she sneered, riht before she would send one more punch into Minerva's face. After that she's get off her, still holding her by the arm, and haul her to her feet by it. With a grin, Rika would use Minerva's arm to spin her around in a circle. Arund and around, faster and faster, until finally Rika would release Minerva, catapulting her into the turnbuckle.

Virginia didn't react. as her hand was grabbed except to try and push it forward. But she wasn't strong enough to contest and the punch only weakened her further. She was at Rika's mercy as she was hauled up and forced to spin and spin. She was becoming dizzy and when she was thrown against the turnbuckle, she practically stumbled there slamming into it with her back as she hung off the ropes.

After tossing Minerva like a sack of potatoes, Rika turned to where she hung in the corner, grinning evilly. She hunkered down, her right foot pawing against the mat like a bull about to charge. And then, with a righteous shout, charge she did. Rika would come barreling at Minerva at top speed, ducking her head down so her head would collide deep into Minerva's stomach.

Minerva;''s eyes practically shot out of her head as she felt Rika bury her head deep into her stomach. She could do nothing but keep herself from coughing up her lung as she gasped deeply for air. pawing at Rika's shoulders but in no way mounting an offense.

Rika pulled back from Minerva and snickered criely at the state she was in. "Not so tough without a pipe, are you?" she sneered. She then grab Minerva by her hair, and place her head so that it was pressed against the top ring rope.

"Here we go!" Rika laughed, and would take off running with Minerva in tow. With her head still pressed against the rope, Minerva would experience quite a painful rope burn along the way. Eventually they would arrive at the other turnbuckle, which Mierva would promply slam Minerva's head into.

Minerva was at Rika's mercy as she was pushed against the ropes and slid painfully along it. The only respite from the burning on her face was the worse pain that came when her head was slammed into the turnbuckle. She let out a quiet grunt and slumped against the corner, dazed.

The crowd let out a collective groan after the brutal skull-to-post collision, but Rika was all smiles. Sometimes she loved her job. "Don't pass out on me just yet," Rika sneered, still holding Minerva by the hair, which she would use to pull her head down into a brutal knee strike to the face.

Virginia was in a bad way but she was still conscious. Her hands weakly gripped the sides of the ropes and her eyes were half opened as Rika pulled her down into a knew strike. She felt her nose bend and tear and was sure that she was bleeding now even as she tried to claw at Rika's leg and hold it in place.