Serina Kashibara vs. Ayami Kurosuki "Schoolgirl Uniform KO Match"

Serina sat alone in the locker room, fuming with rage. Her debut match had gone much worse than she could have ever imagined, not just losing, but being completely crushed and humiliated by Yuuka and her two cronies. Having spent days recovering, she was consumed with thoughts of her revenge, and plotted how she would get even.

Unfortunately, it would have to wait, as her performance still seemed to have impressed the powers-that-be, at least enough so that they quickly assigned her another fight. She hadn't bothered to look up her opponent, only noting that the stipulations forced to wear a schoolgirl uniform. Not that it mattered, given her usual fighting attire was as such. While her vengeance would be put on hold, Serina still took some solace in the fact she would get to take out her frustrations on some loser.

Still in nothing but her lacy, black lingerie, she took the time to get dressed, sliding into her short, pleated black skirt, and buttoning up her white, collared blouse. Just in time, as the signal was given, and she left to enter the arena.

She emerged as usual, with a flaunting pose, making sure to show off for the crowds. Strutting down to the ring, she quickly hopped up and took her place in her corner. Casually stretching, trying to show off her slender, yet toned, body, she anxiously awaited her opponent.

Spoiler:

Ayami was out for blood.

She hadn't had a good fight in months. Every bit of her itched for the rush, the flash of heat and red, the sheer unrelenting joy that came when putting a lesser opponent down in her place. As she got dressed in the locker room, pulling up her skirt in front of her mirror, flashing a smile at the sight of her body, clad in white lingerie, she felt powerful. She felt confident. She felt cocky. She felt her win in her teeth and in her strength and in her will to win. She put on her school blouse, put on her little red bowtie, then shrugged into the school jacket.

As her music came on, Ayami stomped out onto the stage. The crowd gave her a moderate applause, but she didn't care. She flashed a grin, punched an arm up into the air, then made her way up into the ring. Her opponent looked...well, she wasn't all that impressed, and she planned to make her condescension known. In a roundabout way, anyway.

As the match was about to begin, Ayami stepped into the center of the ring with her opponent. 'Please," she said, a small shy smile. "I'm new at this. Please go easy on me, Senpai." It was hard to tell whether she was mocking her, or just very, very sincere.

Serina impatiently eyed her opponent as she made her way to the ring. The girl certainly didn't look that tough. Believing she would have a nice, easy win, Serina finished up her stretches, before approaching the center of the ring.

She raised an eyebrow at Ayami's demeanor. "Is this bitch trying to be cute?" She thought to herself angrily. Regardless of her sincere this girl was being, Serina had no intention of going easy on her at all.

"Ah. Sure. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes." Serina stated plainly, not even trying to sound convincing at all while she cracked her knuckles.

As soon as the bell rang, Serina instantly lashed out, aiming a quick jab right at Ayami's face. Whether or not she hit, she would quickly try to use the opening to grab Ayami by the shirt, hook the back of her leg with her own, and trip her up for a takedown.

Ayami leaned back a little, escaping the punch by a breath's inch, only to be yanked forward. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, her opponent having caught her in a timely takedown. She felt so stupid to have fell for something so simple, but she had to rectify this.

Her arms and legs began working, lashing out at her opponent, trying to make sure she wasn't in as compromising a position as she was in right now. Avoid the pins and avoid the mount, and her little error was still salvageable.

Serina was successful with her trip, but Ayami's reflexes prevented her from following up properly. Knocked away slightly, she cursed under her breath.

"Feh... Fine, if you don't wanna make this easy..." Serina stepped to the side and tried to kick Ayami while she was down, aiming for her ribcage.

Ayami rolled to the side, letting the kick hit air, and grabbed onto the ropes to help herself up before Serina was all over her again. Regardless of whether Serina pursued her or not, she would deftly bounce off the ropes, aiming for a dropkick right to Serina's chest

"GAH...!" Serina gasped as Ayami's feet slammed into her perky breasts, flattening them against her ribcage.

Knocked flat on her back, she groaned, her arms instinctually crossed over her chest, trying to cradle her aching tits,

"I'm so eager to learn from you," Ayami said, a smile plastered on your face. "You just seem so experienced at losing. Having too many triumphs in my life is just monotonous, yes?"

Ayami raised her leg, and began inflicting a series of stomps onto her fallen opponent, focusing primarily on her right arm and abs.

Serina became absolutely livid as Ayami mentioned her losing, flashing back to all the rage she felt over her last match.

When Ayami began stomping her, Serina tried to guard, through inevitably taking some blows to her arms and her gut.

"URRRGH...!" She grunted as she took a stomp to her midsection. However, bearing through the pain, she grabbed at Ayami's ankle trying to grab her leg and throw her off balance.

"I'll definitely teach you something about losing, you bitch!"

Ayami was thrown off balance by the constant tugging, unable to continue on with her stomps. She fell...but she was was damned if she didn't try to do some damage falling. She managed to angle her fall forwrd onto Serina, trying to drive her knee right into Serina's head on her way down.