Priss Asagiri vs. Layla McCarthy ~A Stunning Debut~

Priss definately held onto Layla's hair; she had a long night planned for the girl, and wasn't going to relent at all. She leaned in close to her, whispering lightly to her. "Like I said, nothing against you. You just got unluckly tonight, alright?"

She stepped out of the corner and towards the ropes, dragging Layla with her. With a loud yell, she would try to swing the girl by her short hair through the ropes and out of the ring, then follow out behind her.

Layla hung from Priss' grip like a piece of laundry left to dry, her arms hanging limp at her sides as she groaned in a dazed kind of pain. The match had only just started and already she was on the bad end of a brutal beatdown, and she was powerless to stop it.

When Priss dragged Layla by the hair Layla had no choice but to follow her, and soon Layla foundherself at the roeps, but not for long. Taking off running Layla screamed in alarm when she was suddenly tossed through the center ropes, landing with a heavy thud on the concrete outside. "UUGGHHH!!" she cried out, rolling onto her side, clucthing the shoulder she had landed on.

Priss slipped out of the ring after Layla. As she did so, she reached into Sarah's jacket and pulled something out. The audience would see a metallic sheen, the lights of the arena reflecting off of the brass knuckles she was now slipping onto one hand.

She moved towards Layla, starting to grin quite nastily down at her, roughly kicking at her body. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to get her attention. "C'mon, you little bitch!" She screamed, her foot stinging down at Layla again and again. "Get the hell back up! This fight isn't over yet!"

layla was still writhing on the concrete floor when Priss jumped out to join her outside the ring. She was about to get onto her hands and knees, hoping to mount some kind of counter attack, when Priss kicked her cruely in the side. "UGH!" Layla grunted, collpasing to heap on the floor again. The continuos kicks then rocked her body, causing Layla to cry out in pain each time.

"Sh-Shut up," Layla whispered, trying to get away from the woman. She would grip at the rails seperating the crowd from them, and would try to use them to haul herself to her feet, albeit slowly.

"Make me..." Priss hissed back at the girl. She actually would step back though, waiting for Layla to use the railing to haul herself back to her feet...

...then she would lunge in, swinging the fist she had wrapped her knuckles around straight for Layla's forehead!

Layla would manage to haul herself to her feet, though it wasn't without its difficulties. And unfortunately she was setting herself for one hell of a punch from her sadistic opponant. But now Layla was ready to fight back.

Waiting on the rail until Priss threw her punch Layla would swiftly duck under it, and then throw a punch of her own straight into Priss' stomach. She wouldn't stop there though, and if her blow made Priss double over, Layla would follow up by grabbing the girl by her hair and slamming her face into the nearby rail.

As Priss whiffed on her punch, her face twisted into an expression of surprise. She didn't think for one second that Layla was in any shape to fight back against her.

The girl's punch would hammer Priss in her stomach, and she would double forward, her face still full of shock all the while. Layla then grabbed her, slamming her face into the rail. The biker hit it hard, her head bouncing up off it. She staggered back from it, letting out a loud, sharp cry as she tried to figure out what just happened.

Layla's act of desperation proved to work out for her when she sent Priss stumbling back with a sore head. And it was a good thing too. The moment that punch sailed over her head Layla caught sight of the brass knuckles that Priss' fist was now armed with. That punch may well have taken her head off.

Still sore from Priss' initial onslaught Layla would match toward the woman while she was staggering, and then return the favour from the beginning of the match, and slam her foot straight into her crotch,

Perhaps catching Priss offguard like that was exactly what Layla needed to turn the match around. Her foot buried itself into Priss's crotch, and the woman sank to her knees, her eyes rolling back in her head. She let out a loud moan, grasping towards her crotch with both hands, letting out a cry of pain at the same time.

After a bad beginning Layla could finally allow herself a grin of satisfaction as she watched Priss fall to her knees before her. It was a great sight to be sure. "There," Layla snickered, and would then use her one hand to grab Priss by her throat, keeping her in place. "I made you." She would then rear her free fist back, and start to unload viscious punch after punch into Priss' face.