Seraph vs Annelle DeSade (Completed)

The crowd was murmuring uncomfortably amongst themselves as they milled around the ring. For some reason, this match didn't feel right. It hadn't even started, but something about this setup just felt...wrong, somehow, to them. It was like they had been invited to watch someone skin a cat alive. There was something dark and inexplicably scary about the atmosphere that just didn't sit well with them.

They had heard it was going to be a no-holds-barred exhibition match involving a newcomer named Seraph. Newcomers weren't bad, but the fact that this girl had been pitted against Annelle DeSade-- quite possibly the most monstrously cruel of all the fighters in Friction-- they all knew that something bad was going to happen.

Collectively shifting in unease, the crowd waited for the first competitor to arrive...

Note from Kelsea: This is not a typical match as spells and wings are used during it, with this exception no special abilities should be used in general matches

Seraph slowly walked out onto the ramp with the general music they had for this faction, not caring to choose a song as she would be out of here after this match. She walked down the ramp, however with almost every step she took, she started to grow more and more unnerved until she was a nervous wreck at the bottom of the ramp. She cleared her throat, shaking her head and started to climb up towards the ropes, moving into them and moved to her corner, closing her eyes, not looking at the crowd as she had her eyes closed.

Just as Seraph's eyes closed, the arena went dark.

The crowd knew what was coming next. The creepy tune of "Bela Lugosi's Dead" by Bauhaus began to play in the background. A minute later, the lights came back on, and Annelle was standing right in front of Seraph, staring her down.

"So," the demon girl said dryly, "you came after all."

Seraph opened her eyes at the sound of Annelle's voice, trying to do her best to sound tough, looking at her. "I told you I wasn't afraid of you demon. You'll regret doing this match with me."

She threatened, although truthfully she wasn't really sure what she could do to the demon as she backed off to her corner.

"Hmn." Annelle crossed her arms as the bell rang, leaving herself defenceless. "Very well, then. Show me how good you are."

Seraph blinked at Annelle when she suddenly left herself wide open. She immediately took the opportunity, dashing towards her and tried to slam her fist into the demoness's sternum as hard as she could. In truth though, this woman's body wasn't exactly built for strength.

There was a flash of movement, and suddenly, Annelle was holding onto Seraph's outstretched arm, her fist mere inches from her opponent's midsection.

"Too slow," Annelle commented, before sending a vicious knee-strike up into Seraph's elbow. If the blow connects, then Annelle will then initiate a hip toss that will turn into a standing armbar.

"Take that de- Huh?!"

She gasped as Annelle suddenly caught her arm out of nowhere

"Oh no..."

She thought, suddenly shrieking in pain as Annelle struck her elbow with her knee of all things. She then got hurled through the air with a wail, before slamming onto her back and becoming locked in the armbar. It was this chain of attacks that made her realize how out of her league this woman was.

"Yahhhhh!!!" She cried, kicking her feet against the mat as her arm was trapped in the vicious armbar.

"L...lemme goo!!"

Annelle didn't bother to reply. Instead, she merely winched the armbar tighter, twisting hard on Seraph's arm with just enough control to keep it from breaking.

"Yaahhhhh!! Ahh-ha-ha-howwwww"

She cried as she felt like her arm was about to snap in two. She couldn't take it anymore. She reached out to tap on the mat to put an end to it. She couldn't deal that well with pain.