Sharaiya vs Seraphim (complete)

'True style...?' A red flag went up in Seraphim's mind when she heard that, telling her to be on her toes and stay alert. She had learned to adapt and change subtle things about her own style when the time called for it, and it always made things dangerous for her opponent. But since now she would be on the recieving end, Seraphim knew to be careful, and tensed up, watching her every move before throwing the punch. It was a futile attempt despite it's speed, as Seraphim not only missed, but felt something slash along her arm. What kind of style was this? Was it even a style to begin with? No, this was just a brute throwing around her attacks like claws, and Seraphim was too shocked to avoid what came at her next.

"Urk, ggh.. ah.. l-let gugh.. go!" Seraphim coughed and gagged as she struggled to get a proper breath, finding herself being lifted from the mat by the neck while being choked, finding this too similiar to one of her own attacks. That is, aside from the fact that the nails were literally piercing her skin, a small trickle of blood escaping each one of the cuts, staining Sharaiya's fingertips crimson while Seraphim tried to deal with the pain.

She was about to start to kick and punch to attempt to break free, aiming to get under her arm again or in the groin, but that idea was scattered off to the wind as she found gravity and the force of this woman suddenly throwing her down, still clutching her neck. With a harsh impact, the mat trembling beneath her, Seraphim was slammed into the mat, her eye widened in shock from actually feeling pain for once, and at this calibur. She coughed out, practically spitting towards the mat, stunned completely from the girls attack as the only thing she could managed was to try and desperately cling to her neck and try to pry this girl away.

Sharaiya stared down at her opponent with an angered expression, her fingers continued to push against her but all of a sudden, she started to massage her neck instead, quite tenderly for that matter. A smirk was suddenly upon the Russian's lips and parted them to whisper out.

" Get up, Seraphim. We're not done. "

The Russian made a rather surprising move, her fingers slowly withrew from Seraphim's neck and pulled back from her completely. Even though she had Seraphim right where she wanted her, where the Russian could do so much more damage, she let it slip for some reason. Sharaiya would step back and away from Seraphim, leaning back against the ropes and waiting patiently for Seraphim to stand up, bringing one hand up that was tainted with a small amount of blood from Seraphim and gently licked the blood from her fingers, closing her eyelids halfly.

" Even though you are from the Era of Hell, you're the only opponent so far that's keeping me on my toes. Please get up and let's fight. "

Sharaiya pushed off the ropes to take her stance once more. Even though her opponent was going to dish out worse towards her, she didn't mind. She was telling the truth about her opponent and secretly loving the drive Seraphim was giving her, she was allowed to go all out on her, most people within the AFW would scream or run away if she would use her claws yet this opponent was so different, perhaps if she wasn't from the Era of Hell she'd actually praise her.

As Sharaiya showed her anger clearly written on her face while she was choking Seraphim, the Crimson-Eye would give it right back to her, not at all letting this get to her head or feeling demoralized. The pain was something she relished and enjoyed. Pain was her one way of knowing she was still alive. And if she was still alive, then there was no way she'd give up, plain and simple. But then, just before she could bark out a threat or attempt to give a wild kick to get her off, Seraphim was stunned to see what happened next.

She.. released her? Her single eye blinked a few times, clearly confused as she even felt a gentle rub come along her neck, the pain slowly beginning to subside as she felt those once deadly fingertips glide gently upon her sore features, and she even smiled. Was this girl crazy or what? Nevermind, don't answer that... She didn't want to know, all Seraphim knew was that she had a chance, and her opponents mercy would be her downfall. The girl's entire behavior seemed chaotic, even witnessing her licking the blood like it was the sweetest thing she ever tasted, and it made Seraphim feel excited, knowing she had an opponent who was truly as brutal and cruel as herself.

Getting to her feet, even now not showing much of a struggle to do so, she continued to massage her neck some, her palms getting some blood upon then from doing so, and she looked at Sharaiya, finding that the girl's signs of mercy just then brought a revelation over her, and maybe she should return the favor. Looking at the girl as she spoke once more, Seraphim didn't slip into her stance yet, but she remained poised and tense in case anything happened as she spoke. "...I'm not from the Era of Hell. I don't even know who they are.. who your sister is.. or anything about this." Her words were just a bit solemn, and she sighed as she said this, more truth in her words now than ever before in this match, not taunting her, trying to anger her, or anything, but simply wanting to admit the truth to Sharaiya before this match continued. After all, Seraphim knew what it was like to fight for someone. She was doing the exact same thing in this ring right now.

'Alison...'

Sharaiya was at the top of her game, her stance back into it's deadliest form while her eyes locked upon her opponent, who didn't seem to take her own stance, it did not matter to Sharaiya, she would have to defend or attack any time soon. This was going to be the opponent she will enjoy fighting but also gain the information of her sister, which Seraphim managed to break by her sudden words. The Russian was immidiatly startled and froze into place, her eyelids completely opened and showing the slight widened eyes, a shocked expression on her face. If what Seraphim just said was true, she was back at step one, back at not knowing who she had to face to find her.

One part of her mind was relieved that her sister might still be unharmed but the other part told her it was now useless to pour in all her strength, the shocked expression turning into a frown and her arms slowly dropping, the fighting spirit she had within her just seemed to dissapear when Seraphim's words hit their mark. Her eyelids closed completely and she fell on one knee, looking down at the mat and a faint tone came from her.

" ..I... See.. "

What was she going to do now? Just fight the match and enjoy it? Or just give up and continue elsewhere? She just lost the reason to fight within one sentence. Too many thoughts raced through her mind, just too many to keep her focus upon the match, now completely open for an attack.

Seraphim was a cruel and vindictive individual when it came to a match. And even on the streets, she couldn't care less about 99.9 percent of the people around her, often beleiving the world could just kiss her ass because she was too good to deal with others. But there were some people, few and far between like Alison, and now Tracy and Phoebe, who she had grew attached to and would never wish ill upon. Then, when it came to that moment where Sharaiya had visibally broken down at Seraphim's words, there was that same feeling that came to her, somewhat regretful that the girl had to go through so much. Had this been some no name who fought against Seraphim, then they would get no mercy despite how much they begged for it. But, just like Seraphim had, Sharaiya possessed a reason to be in this ring, one that she could truly sympathize for.

And it was because of this, that it drove Seraphim to say two simple words that one would never expect to escape her lips, looking at Sharaiya with sympathy in her eye, a softer side breaching the proud girl's features for just a moment. "...I'm sorry."

This wouldn't all go to Seraphim's head though, she had felt a bit bothered now by this, but it didn't sap away her will to fight. And even if it was a cheap shot, it was still a fight to knock someone out, so Seraphim wasn't going to pass up this oppurtunity; especially after the carnage her neck nearly suffered from this woman. She would then run for Sharaiya, ready to attempt an attack she missed earlier while the girl was down, and went for a vicious kick. It was like watching a football player going for a punt, as she went for a running, upwards kick to drive right into the girl's body, aiming squarly in the gut, knowing how much it hurt to be struck there. Still, she felt like she could have made it a lot worse, yet in the end, after this whole incident, Seraphim didn't find the desire to make this girl suffer anymore, and was going simply for an attempt to bring her down as quick as possible.

Sharaiya said nothing, nor did she make any move to get back up, which made the Ref girl glare at her for a while before shrugging. The Russian was lost in her own little maze inside her head, not even aknowledging the fact that Seraphim apologized to her. As her opponent came in to attack, her own eyes closed and she muttered out to herself.

" ..Where are you.. "

Then the attack made it's mark, it was like she was struck by lightning but that the pain would stay in her stomach, her eyes buldged open and she coughed out harshly, almost to the point where blood came out of her mouth, she clutched her stomach, falling down upon her chest with her forehead placed upon the mat, staring straight down upon the dull colored ground. her entire body was trembling as it felt like she had to puke but luckily she didn't, the pain however was tremendous for her, not even being able to yell or scream in pain as the oxygen her lungs held was completely coughed out of her, now having trouble breathing it back in, making loud and harsh breathing sounds. Again Sharaiya made now move to retaliate, instead just laying there while the pain was working her over, the impact was just too much for her to take, she hadn't focussed on her defence nor actually knowing she would be struck there, her face completely red due to the pressure of her faltering breathing.

Seraphim was even a little surprised herself as the wild but powerful attack had met its mark. The kick was like throwing a haymaker, the attack was reckless, inaccurate, but extremely powerful, and if you missed you were left wide open. However, none of that mattered as Sharaiya had gained a personal greeting from the toe of Seraphim's boot, slamming square in her stomach and leaving her absolutely breathless. Even Seraphim felt it somewhat when it hit, knowing just how much it hurt. Even though she was extremely tolerant of pain, Seraphim had a bit of a weak spot in her gut, and had already been hit there enough times in the league to know just how miserable your day can be when you were struck there.

Seraphim stepped back a moment to observe the damage, noticing the agony Sharaiya was going through from the attack. Seraphim wouldn't lie, she was still suffering quite a bit from the pain that wracked her neck, and even know found herself rubbing it subconsciously, but that was nothing compared to what her opponent was going through, watching as she trembled and tried to feebly get a breath in her lungs. She still felt a little bad for the woman, but not once did that stop her from ceasing this match, and Seraphim would push on.

She wasn't a fan of submissions, and although she was tempted to give a camel clutch, Seraphim decided to improvise one of her signature moves. The attack was usually meant for when her opponent was standing and their back was exposed, but this was decent enough since her back was still clearly visible for Seraphim to strike; her fair skin glistening as a target for her while Seraphim eyed her mark. "Come on," She said like a demand, hoping to force this girl a bit of encouragement. "You're better than this, Sharaiya-san." Saying her name, Seraphim actually did so in a bit of respect, not only because this girl was a good fighter, but she had a damn good reason to be in this ring, something that Seraphim took very highly. But none the less, it still didn't prevent her from her next strike, hoping to double over the pain to Sharaiya from behind as she knelt down behind her, clenching both fists. Then, pulling them back like two pistons, Seraphim sent both down hard to her back. It wasn't just anywhere she struck though, Seraphim's fists were aimed right between the hips and the lower back, each fist going right for where her kidneys would be from behind, truly aiming for one of the most painful places to strike from behind.

Sharaiya had given into her future loss already, her eyes were slowly closing when the pain was starting to get more familiar and it becoming more numb, still her trouble with breathing remained, it was hard and shallow, unable to keep it normal for the time being. When she heard Seraphim once more, her eyes slightly opened, staring out infront of her while Seraphim was preparing to attack her from behind, mumbling out with a shallow voice.

" ..I can..If.. I had the will.. "

When the slaughtering continued she released a soft, high pitched scream for just a second, the air was immidiatly our of her again and the pain once again sunk into her body like fog, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she fell completely forward, now upon her pained stomach while her cheek was placed against the mat, her arms limply spread out while she stared at the ropes, her vision was really blurry now and she could feel every part of her body becoming numb from the pain, she was at the border between concious and unconsiousness, her eyelids only halfly open while she rested upon the mat, knowing that Seraphim was going to finish it but that thought never stayed long in her mind, all the familiar thoughts that had haunted her mind now roamed in them once more, she just awaited for the final blow that would knock her out.

This girl was breaking down, not just physically, but mentally as well. Normally, Seraphim reveled in seeing this, even going so far to make sure her opponant would stay conscious through the pain. But this was different, the factor of this girl's sister still remained, and it changed the tide of how Seraphim was going to handle this fight, feeling there needed to be a delicate touch to the sting she had delivered.

Standing up from the girl's collapsed form, she looked Sharaiya over, watching her reactions and squirms in pain before she fell limp, completely vulnerable to whatever Seraphim could do to her next. But, despite being a heel and all of the fans shouting at her to finish the girl off, some asking for blood, others asking for cum, Seraphim just ignored the calls, finding the entire situation becoming something she would decide for her own about, going around to the front of the girl, and kneeling down to her once again. For a few moments, once again Seraphim was rubbing her sore neck, finding some releif from that, but she went out to offer something to Sharaiya; not pain, but a small, pained smile and a few words.

[size=90:3vul3rbc]"Hey... after this, maybe I can try to help you look for her." Barely past a whisper, not even so the female ref could hear, Seraphim's words were soft but once again sounding firmly honest. It just didn't seem right to make her suffer for a true cause, even if Sharaiya went at it with such a brutal pursuit. Maybe that was something she admired about her? Who knows... what Seraphim did know though, was that there was more to this league than she thought possible, and if there was kidnappings going around because of this Era of Hell, she wouldn't let it stand. Even if Seraphim was labeled as a Heel, she still had a heart.

All the voices that roared out around the ring, were almost unhearable for her, echoing through her head as if they were but soft moans, she could see a pair of feet walks forward and then Seraphim kneeled infront of her, making Sharaiya blink twice as she tried to look up at the girl but simply failing at that, with no general feeling that could make any part of her body move, she was simply helpless before her, yet that faint whisper of Seraphim rang into her ears like the sound of an airplane. Sharaiya's breathing stopped for just a few seconds, aknowledging what Seraphim had just said and a whisper of her own came out, though it took alot of strength to speak them out.

" ..Why.. Would.. You do such a.. Kind thing.. "

She tried to smile though, the words from her opponent were kind and even through all the pain she was just forced to take, she still seemed to trust Seraphim's words, a slight twitch in her hand but nothing more as she tried to get up, and eventually the pain had gotten to the point where it took over, her hands planted upon the mat as she very slowly and painfully lifted her chest off the mat, enough so she could tilt her head up to stare at Seraphim's eye, a hint of hapiness in her own eyes before that changed into a frown.

" I.. Miss her.. "

She then dropped onto her chest once more and went completely limp, her eyelids closed completely. It was just too much for her to even speak, let alone keep her body up just to stare at Seraphim. Sharaiya had fallen into a deep sleep, the pain was just too much for her and now she needed that forced rest.