Sharaiya vs Seraphim (complete)

Standard Match
Victory Condition - KO only.

'Just another match... nothing to be tense about. She'll fall just like anyone else. I've already won this.'
Backstage, Seraphim was mentally giving herself a pep-talk, seated on the bench with her hands on her knees, hunched forward with her hair shadowing her eyes. It looked like a scene right out of a movie, the fighter mentally preparing one's self for a big fight. And even though this was nothing beyond a normal match, Seraphim still learned to treat any fight as serious as the next. If you didn't, then what was the joy of getting in the ring?

Garbed in her normal ring attire, Seraphim briefly took the moment to adjust her patch, making sure it was tight, and then cracked her knuckles before standing up from the bench. She knew now was the time, and just as the vicious slew of curses and powerful guitar from her theme kicked in, Seraphim stepped out, heading for the walkway. There was a strong presance in her strut, a casual but truly confident aura about her as she gave little care to the people around her, as if they were all nothing to her. Truthfully, she never cared for having fans much, even if she did gain a lot more since her last fight, the white haired girl beleiving it should be all about the two fighters, no one else.

As the cross hatched and jail-bar strutted lights blazed along Seraphim and the walkway, creating a somewhat prison-like theme for the girl, she stepped down the walkway, both hands clenched into fists at her sides before she slid in the ring, quikly springing to her feet. Then, as she stood in the center, and the music hit it's final crescendo, Seraphim pumped both fists into the air, and an explosion of flares and sparks went off as her 'entrance' came to a close.

'Let's see this 'wolf' who I'm supposed to face.' Seraphim thought with a casual smirk on her face, waiting by her corner for her opponant to appear. She would turn her into a victem more than anything...

(( I'll just put my intro post in here >.> ))

backstage, the Russian youth Sharaiya was getting ready for her match, pulling the tight black fingerless gloves through her fingers, gripping the wrist band to tighten it's feel around each hand. She was dressed in a black sports bra with white square patterns on the left area of the chest, it's transparent heightening as it went to the to the side of the bra, a black skirt with a white bird on the left side was covering her lower garnments, which was simple white panties. She had used the long sleeves of her black jacket to wrap her jacket around her skirt, much like a belt but it looked much better, not that she cared, she just wanted her jacket to stay close if she'd leave the ring. She had styled her long dark azure hair in a pigtail, not wanting her loose hair to get in the way of her match.

Sharaiya could hear the crowd roaring with anticipation, this was her return match after backing away for months from her first loss against another wrestler here. Having taken numerous combat trainings and military arts to get this far though she wasn't doing this match just for the money, she needed information for the where abouts of her sister, who seemed to be residing within an organization in this federation, she had collected many information about the fighter she was going to face, her profile matched that of an heel, which might also mean that her opponent might be in the same organization.

The Russian got herself ready after a few warm up excersizes, hearing her opponent's introduction, she immidiatly walked to the entrance that directed to the ring though waited untill she had gotten a sign when her theme song was going to be playing.

A loud boom was heard at the stage,her theme song playing and the colorfull lights directed to the entrance, where the Russian quickly came out from and raised her fist up to let the crowd roar out her name and off course the approval of her clothing. She started to walk down the ramp, her eyes tracing the ring for her opponent which hadn't arrived yet, going back to nodding and giving the crowd a few thumbs up, smirking as she approached the ring, placing a hand down upon the side of it and used it to climb up and ontop of it, pushing the middle rope down while the other hand held the top ropes up, swinging her leg inbetween the spread ropes and then moved her body past it aswell, releasing the ropes while her other leg moved with her body, standing up straight on both feet and raised her fist once more, her eyes quickly directed towards her opponent and looked at her threatingly, not seeming to be impressed by her though muttered out.

" It seems you're a member of the Era of Hell.. I'll be beating some information out of you about my sister, if you don't mind. "

With that Sharaiya walked over towards to the opposite corner and pressed her back against her, the wolf was ready to lunge at her opponent.

'So... this is the wolf I'm going to defang?' Seraphim's small grin grew just a little more when she noticed how a cold aura seemed to emanate from this girl, clearly here only for a fight, and nothing else. There was no handshake, no formalities, just the two in a ring, ready to tear each other apart.

It was perfect.

Though, Seraphim's gaze quirked into one of confusion for a moment, her eyebrow from her one eye slowly raising as she even tilted her head just a little, clearly at a loss after what the girl stated. "Era of what now...?" Seraphim asked casually, not trying to sound stupid, even saying it like she might have known, and was just taunting her opponent. In all honesty, she didn't know a damned thing about this Era of Hell, but if she was just saying this to earn some sympathy or confuse Seraphim, she wasn't going to give her what she wanted.

Instead, waiting for the bell to ring which would happen at any moment, Seraphim took her stance, mixing her deadly styles in the unique hybrid that it was. Two fists raised, one extended a little from her chest, and one close to her face, a stance exact to that of a defensive boxer. But from the waist down, her legs were in a stance few had seen. Her right leg was placed back a bit, strait and firm, supporting all of her weight. While the other was extended outwards, the knee raised slightly, her toes barely touching the mat as she took on a Mauy Thai stance. She was ready for anything at this point, and the only thing she needed now was for the fight to begin. Although, playing with her opponents head some was always a little fun.

Sharaiya's eyelids closed only slightly, her eyes focussing upon the girl's stance and slowly initiated her own, her index and middle finger pressed together while the other made a claw like position, bring her left arm up to the side of her face, close to her eye. Her other arm was pointed much more forward and aimed towards Seraphim's chest, taking her own strange stance while she awaited for the bell to start the match.

The Russian's lips opened to speak out one last time.

" Words end here. "

Even though Sharaiya was marked as a Face, she was infact a former Heel and for some reason Seraphim was drawing it out of her, the cold glance had taken over the serious one, the anticipation grew to simple tension of her opponent and her skills. This opponent wasn't like any other she had faced yet, she seemed pure melee and that would certainly make her enjoy the match. Her lips coiled into a grin, showing her teeth much like a wolf would if it was going to growl, the ring dead silent for just a few seconds before a loud " DING " was heard.

Immidiatly the Russian rushed over towards Seraphim, seeming like she'd take the basic frontal force out to the girl but instead she'd down leap from her left foot, jumping to the right side with it and tried to jab her two fingers straight towards Seraphim's side.

Oooh, she had spunk, Seraphim liked that. There was something darker about this girl then she first gave off, and Seraphim knew that she would have to give it her all if she wanted to really put this girl down. Fortunately, Seraphim was never the type to pull her punches. She briefly examined the girl's stance, having never seen it before, but making a few assumptions in her head, imagining at the closest she might be the type to strike nerves or pressure points, or maybe she would use her nails to claw with her attacks. Nothing Seraphim hadn't been up against before, but she still couldn't pinpoint the stance.

That didn't matter, the only thing that would was taking her down, and so, with her confidence and anticipation booming, Seraphim remained ready, awaiting to see what this girl would do. There was a beauty to being able to tolerate pain so well, she didn't have to take the offensive right away, and could instead take and block a few attacks before striking, giving her time to personally understand her foe's techniques. But if this girl was as good as she looked, Seraphim didn't have the luxury of that. She would need to hit hard and fast: Just like she preferred.

"C'mon, show me if you're really a wolf, or just a bitch with her tail between her legs." Taunting the girl a bit, letting her darker ego begin to rise, Seraphim watched as the girl showed her teeth, and begun charging for her. She was going to make a comment, but the girl was fast, and Seraphim didn't have the time to strike back, instead going for a block. Her right knee rose, and her right arm lowered, elbow and knee touching as it created a barrier for the right side of her waist, just barely managing to do it in time to stop the attack, leaving Seraphim on one leg, her crimson eye widened a little at how quick the girl was. She knew an attack like that would really do a number on her, and so, Seraphim felt she needed to be more careful than usual, or this girl's bite would be much worse than her bark. Hoping to get the chance now that she was close, Seraphim used her left hand that was free, and went for a powerful, strait punch directly after blocking, hoping to hit her square in the forehead and to test her reflexes.

Sharaiya gave no glance to her opponent when her attack managed to get blocked, not even a hint of anger on her face. It seemed the Russian had become very serious and that could very well be a lethal thing with Sharaiya. She didn't saw Seraphim as an opponent, she saw her as prey, prey she needed to take down. Her eyes lit up slightly to see Seraphim's arm draw back and forward towards her in a attempt to punch her, her body suddenly lowering, bringing her head down low so the punch went over her head instead of a direct hit upon it. Her eyes stared straight up into Seraphim's, no longer showing any sign of holding back, she looked like a wolf ready to sink her claws into her prey and that's exactly what she would do. She'd then leap with both feet forwad though with a more right angle into it so she'd jump past Seraphim.

The Russian however had more then just a simple avoid, the ability to counter was well within grasp, her leap and current position of her body seemed perfect to deliver a strike out towards Seraphim, who no doubt would notice it aswell. She'd have to rely on her speed more then her power to develop a more suitable strategy to strike Seraphim, who she now sees as a striker and not a wrestler. This comes to no great surprise to her but also a hint of delight from her eyes, she hasn't fought a opponent that had used melee combat as primairy style. With the opening to attack and her speed in it she decided to make Seraphim understand why she was called a ' wolf.'

Her own arm drew back and shot out , her palm aimed straight towards Seraphim's cheek though her index and middle finger were still pressed together and her nails were pointed straight towards the side of the girl's forehead, also looking to ' impale ' her fingers into the skin. Sharaiya kept a close eye on Seraphim when she initiated her counter attack, she was left open thanks to the jump but she hoped the speed of her jump and her attack would be enough to make Seraphim be defensive enough not to strike.

'She's quick!' Seraphim hated it when an opponent relied so heavily on speed, they were harder to hit, and came off as being a pesky fly that needed to be crushed. Fortunately, she knew a few ways to use speed against someone, back before Alison had gone through her unfortunate accident, she proved to be a speedy and dexteritious fighter, something Seraphim soon found out a way to counter. However... this girl used her fingers like they were claws, and Seraphim was about to get a good taste of that.

"Aaagh! What the Hell was that?!?" Seraphim did no more then flinch at the attack, taking it much better than most people probably would have, but the sharp strike dug in and across her forehead. Fortunately, since her leather eyepatch was a style that made it wrap around her entire forehead, the leather took most of the sharp tear, fortunately remaining intact, but the impact still was annoying. No matter though, Seraphim just looked at this as a simple set back and would fight through the attack, she wasn't the type to let pain slow her down, something this girl would soon find out. "So you got 'claws', bit fuckin' deal." She said with a disgruntled and unamused tone, like it made no difference to her.

Reacting quick, but not as quick as Sharaiya, Seraphim pulled her fist back so it wasn't left open, and raised her left knee, hoping that at a range this close, she couldn't miss. Her strike was quick and high, the knee rising swiftly upwards as it had a good chance of hitting her either in the breasts from below, or even the chin.

Sharaiya's speed was indeed amazing, she was known to be very lazy in the past, which even resulted to her losing many matches because she never took something serious and always reacted late if she was being attack but now she seemed quite the opposite, she had so many training in her country and the arts of melee combat and military strategic moves, she was now used to being agile. When Seraphim spoke out about her way of combat, she'd merely say with a calm tone.

" You'll be the first to experience my style. "

Before Sharaiya could move back and away from Seraphim though, the flying knee was shot straight against her chest, making her eyes widen and her body curled up while still in mid air, the pain rushed through her body and it was common that the agile strikers weren't the best at taking hits nor pain. However it was still different from Sharaiya, she planted her feet upon the ground, ignoring the pain in her chest and spun her body around, again the claw like stance of her hand was shown as her arm went with the spin and aimed her next hit straight towards the chin of her opponent. Sharaiya's eyes were shown as if the devil just possessed her, she was now no longer testing her opponent with her agile strikes, she was now going to hurt the girl, yelling out at her.

" This is the End for you, Era of Hell Scum! "

Seraphim couldn't hide her grin any longer when her knee struck true, rattling Sharaiya in mid-air. The girl had landed though while still on her feet, doing pretty well in tolerating the pain. There were few times Seraphim got impressed, and right now, she had to give the girl some kudos, she took pain almost as well as Seraphim did.

Almost though... Seraphim doubted there was a single person in this league who could tolerate as much as her; not after all she went through.

Seraphim stood true to her stance, knowing it would prove effective against her opponent, but still tried to understand the one this girl was using; slightly worried she might lose her other eye if she wasn't careful. Watching Sharaiya closely, she tried to dodge, but wasn't quick enough as she begun to duck, but still took the next strike. The strike went a little higher since Seraphim started to crouch down, and those fingertips and nails scratched deep along Seraphim's cheek, drawing blood.

Damnit, it felt like she was in another knife fight! But one she couldn't disarm either!

Once again though, Seraphim barely flinched as the warm, dark red liquid dripped from her cheek, knowing this would become a blood sport tonight as she took the attack, just cringing a little, but telling herself this was nothing.

Try getting stabbed in the gut, then you'll know what really hurts.

"I don't know what the Hell you're talkin' 'bout, but you're really gettin' on my nerves!" Seraphim shouted back when this girl mentioned that Era of Hell once again. The bitch was delusional, plain and simple. And Seraphim was going to continue her tactic, knowing a great way to slow down a speedy opponent was to leave them breathless. A strike to the chest was one, soon would be the gut, but for now, she went for the neck, swiftly retaliating by going for a knee strike again, but stopping at the last moment before switching to thrusting her elbow to the girl's throat, not trying to crush her windpipe, but certainly trying to make this girl's priority of breathing a lot more important and desperate.

Sharaiya was now directly infront of Seraphim after the strike, then a quick second her expression changes to a sad one, as if Seraphim's answer had saddened her. However Sharaiya knew this was a match and she was not allowed to falter, nor was she going to believe it, the girl's behavior was that of a heel and she will stick by her assumptions, after all this time she finally find a damn heel that could very well be in the organization, yelling back at her.

" You took away my sister! Where is she!? "

The Russian was by no means going to give up on her assault, she could see the clear scratch wounds on Seraphim's cheek and was not surprised when blood was streaming out of the wound, glaring at her once more, her stance almost perfect into display again once she was given the time to regain the composure.

" ...Your impressive skill is wasted in that organization. "

Sharaiya was not lieing, Seraphim seemed to be the perfect opponent for her after a while of searching, and now she was going to see just who is stronger, sadly though she didn't have enough time to attack once more, noticing the knee going back up again and immidiatly retaliated, bringing her palm down to dodge the knee aswell and press her nails into them, concentrated on such a defence that she did not see the elbow in time, which met it's mark and immidiatly made Sharaiya cough out roughly, her entire body retreating and stumbling backwards, clutching her throat while she dropped down onto her knees, one hand easing her throat with a soft massage while her other hand was on her chest, her eyes buldged open in shock and pain, this certainly dropped her entire composure she had regained.