Sharaiya vs Seraphim (complete)

Sister? Ooooh, now this was getting interesting. Slowly but surely, as this girl continued to demand answers, Seraphim couldn't help but feel her darker side resurface. She had always had these sadistic tendencies outside of her circle of friends she grew up on the streets with, and overtime, that became repressed when she was taken in by the church. But now... she was feeling that desire; the greedy lust to make this girl suffer. There was nothing more fulfilling to Seraphim then seeing someone in agony because of her, and even thought she thought she had stopped that and put that side of hers in a locked chest, she could feel it coming back with this girl.

And then, as her elbow met with the girl's neck, waching her stumble back, Seraphim started to not only smile, but the expression became darker, like a cruel python watching it's prey suffer from its poisonous bite. "Oh yea... I think I remember now. That pathetic look on your face right now reminds me so much of her when I put her through a beating. Being pathetic must run in the family." Oh God that felt good~ Even if none of it was true, and she personally had no clue what really happened to this girl's sister, she couldn't help but want to fuck with this girl's head some, watching her reations would be so elegant.

"Era of Hell... they're taking good care of her right now, I made sure of it." Another lie, but also another one that would hopefully get a wonderful reaction from this girl on her knees, cluching her chest and throat. Now she would make breathing for this girl even harder as she went in for another attack, going lower for the gut. After her taunts, she would run for the girl, thrusting her foot foward in a punting like motion like she would kick a football, but aiming for the girl's lower gut, hoping to crush her ability to breath for awhile now.

Sharaiya's arms slowly started to fall to their sides as she listened to Seraphim, all the words starting to form into lines inside her mind, almost draining the fight from her when she heard of her little sister's faith. Sharaiya fell silent, as if something just struck her and she was unable to react from it. However, her hand suddenly lifted up and clutch the area her eart was, her eyelids closing completely and not a single cough came from her.

Her hand moved up from her chest to the side of her head now, gently gripping it while her teeth bit down upon her bottom lip to silence herself, eyelids opening not even halfly, still hiding her eyes but she was staring mutely at the mat. For a while Sharaiya said nothing to Seraphim, continueing to hear the girl's words in her head and soon heard of the advance Seraphim was now initiating to attack her once more. Suddenly a faint whisper came out of her while Seraphim rushed at her, though the whisper was loud enough for the girl to hear, and it wasn't something that should be heard.

" ...Die. "

Suddenly Sharaiya lifted from her kneeled stance and rush straight to Seraphim, hopping from one foot to barely let the girl's kick go past her, her own hand going straight towards Seraphim's throat now, her eyes completely opened, hauntingly like, as if every single emotion was drained from it, and they were directly staring into Seraphim's eyes, Sharaiya seemed to be no longer showing any hatred nor anger but also did not show any means of peace or remorse either for what she had already planned on doing to Seraphim.

She savored seeing each and every emotion from the girl, watching her step by step begin to break down. It was a wonderful site to behold, and Seraphim got nothing but a guilty pleasure from it all as she witnessed how strongly the pain effected her physically, but more so, emotionally. This didn't stop her thought as she went in for her running kick, watching as the girl tried to collect herself, but also begun acting strangely.

Before Seraphim got close enough though, the girl stood up, and Seraphim decided to just follow through with the kick anyway, and would go for her hips or gut still. But when she unleashed the powerful blow, it whiffed through the air an missed by inches, leaving Seraphim open as her leg was thrusted high. 'How the-?' Unable to even finish that thought, she felt a hand collide into her throat. Even if it was just the hand and not as a fist, the impact was stronger than she expected, causing her to grunt and shut her eye halfway, the force of her own attack causing her to slam into it even harder. Fortunately, it didn't leave her breathless, but it still hit her hard, making it difficult to see strait or breath properly.

Sharaiya seemed possessed, as if she didn't have anything to be careful for and squeezing the girl's neck, her fingernails starting to dig against her opponent's skin, trying to pierce it inside of her while a cold voice came from her.

" ..You will pay. "

Her other hand moved up in a claw like position again though this time she acted more fearsome with it, it was like she was really out to hurt her opponent now, her hand now close to Seraphim's face but most importantly, one of her nails was dangerously close near Seraphim's eye, the expression of her face did not change, she did not care how Seraphim was going to react to it, she had already slipped into her much darker mood, something she always tried to hide to make sure she would not inflict any serious damage to her opponents but Seraphim managed to get that out within less then five minutes.

The russian stared coldly at Seraphim, her hand slowly started to move closer and closer, the tip of her nail almost close to poke her eye now.

'And I thought I had issues...'
Seraphim had known what it was like to really lose it, such a case had occured in her first match, and she even had to be treated before in jail for her mental anxiety and Post Traumatic Stress, but most of all, it was her lack of self control that made her go there in the first place, the blood of her close friend falling on her own two hands.

But this girl... it was for a different reason, her sister apparently, and after falling for Seraphim's bluff, it semed to drive the girl into a state of what could only be described as a cold hearted killer. Seraphim had expected to be rattling the cage of a cat, but instead found out she disturbed a tiger, and now the cage was open. It didn't frighten her though, albiet it was unsettling, the girl still kept her calm, even as she felt the hand squeezing around her neck. She kept her calm, and tried to calculate a plan of attack. And quickly too efore she got her eye poked out!

"Get the Hell off, you're not getting anything from me!" Seraphim shouted out in a fit of struggling anger, eyeing the perfect place to strike. With Sharaiya's arms outstretched like they were, it left Seraphim with a good area to strik and also stop the choking and hand inching to her face. Struggling to keep her breath, the hand around her neck making it nearly impossible to breath as her nails broke the skin and started to cut her while crushing her windpipe, Seraphim thrusted both her fists up and under, going for a strike under each of the girl's arms, hoping to hit a weak point beneath her shoulders and arms, hoping it would render her arms useless for a few moments so she could break away. Seraphim was done playing around as well, this whole fight had changed to a different direction now.

Sharaiya tilted her head to the side, being able to stare into Seraphim's eye once more, she showed no joy that she had Seraphim right where she wanted, her hand squeezing her throat like a phyton while her nails were piercing it's skin like daggers, with all these succesfull attacks, still Sharaiya was not satisfied, her other hand was also perfectly in position and the nail that threatened Seraphim's eye from existence was drawing closer and closer.. Still..

" ..You do not understand anything. "

Suddenly a frown was upon Sharaiya's face, her eyelids drawing to a close, her eyes and guard were both down for the few moments, the nail that drew close to Seraphim's eye started to pull back, her eyes opened once more to stare at her.

" Where is my sister exactly. "

Sharaiya was about to completely release her opponent when Seraphim beat her to it, the impacts under her arms made Sharaiya cough out once more, her arms immidiatly going limp as she stumbled backwards with a pained expression upon her face. The Russian took a few extra seconds to realize her fatal numbness she had for a while and decided to retreat towards one of the turnbuckles though keeping an eye at Seraphim.

A wave of releif washed over Seraphim when her attacks hit there mark, causing Sharaiya to back off and mend her pain by the turnbuckle. Seraphim would do the same though; pain may have been something she could ignore with ease, but she still felt the cuts along her neck became something she couldn't ignore for the moment.

"I understand plenty..." Seraphim said with an equally cold voice, clearly getting more serious about the situation. The white-haired wrestler had taken a few steps back as well, opposite of the ring and also close to a turnbuckle from Sharaiya. And as she spoke, one hand was gently over her neck, feeling the warm blood trickle down after the attack, but silently being thankful it wasn't something that would prove to be dangerous to her health or anything later. This woman was an animal if she was fighting like that.

But it didn't matter, Seraphim was a beast as well, and this ring was their cage where they would fight until one fell.

"Why would I know now? The Era of Hell may not even have her any more, I couldn't care less." Seraphim said back with a straitforward and blunt tone, only to raise it to a stern demand while she recovered. "Now why don't you stop asking me and look for someone who actually has answers about it all, because I'm not telling you anything."

Her throat still ached, but after that was said, Seraphim took her chance for an attack. Sharaiya had her chance to recover some too, but Seraphim didn't care about that, she wanted this fight to press on, even if this would probably be partly a verbal battle as well. Seraphim would make her run to the other side of the ring, both fists still held close to her chest and face in a defensive manner, but when she got close enough, she would go for a flying knee strike, literally leaping at the last moment when she got close enough to throw both her knees up and try striking them both into the girls body with the force of her own focused on those two hard points.

Sharaiya's eyes narrowed and she once again focussed on her opponent, she couldn't get what she wanted from her, so she needed to beat her in order to find the whereabouts of her sister. Her hands back in the clawed stance and she slowly inched forward towards Seraphim, focussing on every body part that would move.

" You know where she is.. And I will beat it out of you. "

Sharaiya was driven by her sister's condition, she had not been this serous in a long while and this still being an new stance she had learned, it was hard to master, she had failed many times to do it right and the small scars on her sides, stomach and legs could easily tell the story of the fatal mistakes she had made. She brought one hand up to the side of her head and suddenly grinned out.

" Soon... I'll show you why they call me a ' wolf ', if you keep standing in my way. "

Though Seraphim's sudden advance caught her back in a defensive position but still was not fast enough to catch the blow, both knees slamming into her and managed to get the Russian from her feet and falling onto her back. Sharaiya releasing a small grunt as she hit the mat but quickly tried to roll away from Seraphim and collect herself.

There was something very amusing about this girl's attitude and threats. She was strong and quick, more than enough to carry out her words against any normal opponent, but Seraphim was anything but your normal fighter, and being able to have this fight with her right now was really getting her adrenaline pumping. She would admit, this girl really put a pain around her gut and neck, but Seraphim did well in throwing the pain to the back of her mind and remained completely focused on the fight. Even though Seraphim had lied about this girl's sister, she didn't feel bad for her. There was nothing more than a desire in Seraphim's heart for a brutal and long lasting fight, and by bringing up Sharaiya's sister like she had, it truly brought out the beast in this woman. Later on, perhaps when the match ended, Seraphim would tell her the truth how she didn't know anything, but for now, this was all about the fight and she wanted this girl to put everything she had into their match.

As Seraphim leapt and her knees crashed against the girl's body, knocking her back, she maintained her determined grin, landing with her knees and palms into the mat after the blow, and also rolling to the side to get back to her feet. She took a few moments to breath, just as the girl was taking her time to gather herself as well, but once again, Seraphim felt the need to press on. This whole fight was about tiring your opponent until they dropped, and Seraphim felt like she was going to outlast her no matter what, pressing on as she advanced.

"You're no wolf. Just a collared dog tied down to a pointless hunt for her sister." Seraphim said bluntly as an insult, closing in on her as she had her fists raised like a boxer once more and went in for a low jab, her fist going squarly for the girl's left breast. She was going to keep this whole conflict as a close-quarters striking match if she could; there was no way she would lose if they fought on her grounds like that.

Sharaiya had collected and recovered after she was succesfully in her withdrawal from Seraphim, the girl had hit her hard enough to stun her but luckily her opponent did not give chance, which was going to be her downfall now. The Russian rose back upon her and faced Seraphim once more, bringing her hand up and tightened silken gloves, enough to create puncture holes within them as her nails dug through them, she'd mutter up towards Seraphim while her head lifted to gaze straight at her opponent.

" ..I wish you'd shut up.. Permanently, Era of Hell Scum.. Time to Reveal my true style! "

Seraphim had pulled out all the violence and emotions Sharaiya tried to hide and was succesfully for atleast a year but now she was going to go all out and vicious upon Seraphim, she owed her that much. Her stance differed once more it seemed more like she was more focussed upon angled or frontal attacks but the same stance of her hands remained, the clawed like force within them, she was ready for the massacre this time. When Seraphim came in to attack once more, Sharaiya would narrow her eyes and simply watch closely, waiting untill that low jab showed itsself, suddenly spinng her body to the side to barely be able to avoid such a blow, but the angle of her body made her spin past it, she suddenly moved in close towards her opponent, her clawed like hand scraping over Seraphim's arm and all the way up towards Seraphim's throat, if she managed to to grasp it once more, she'd starto squeeze her nails into it but at the same time she'd use the sudden burst of force she had to try and lift her opponent off their feet, by their throat and slam them down for a choke slam.