Sharaiya vs Seraphim (complete)

There was no need to answer.. was there? Seraphim didn't really feel like she had to state her reason, it was plan and simple, wasn't it? The girl had lost her sister to this League, and anyone who could sympathize should help, it was human nature. Sadly, this league seemed to lack that at times, as Seraphim had already noticed how even as a Heel, some of the things the women here did was disgusting. But fortunately for Sharaiya, Seraphim may have been a complex and proud woman herself who even took pride in beating others down, but she did have compassion for others when it was needed, and she would show moments of extreme generousity towards others like she had now.

The crowd still kept asking for more though, even as she had pretty much one the match, and when the ref went over to see what would happen next, Seraphim decided to still play her part. She wasn't going to crush this girl, she had suffered enough by losing her sister, but she still couldn't let things end as early as they had. It felt like things had just begun... Then again, the two brought out their most powerful attacks early on, so it wasn't too surprising to see the two become so injured so quickly. And in the end, Seraphim's endurance was what made her victory. She would admit though, if it was anyone else, Sharaiya easily would have one, and for that, Seraphim gave her credit. But for now, she had to give a little pain as well, still feeling like things couldn't end so soon.

"I don't need to answer that." She said slowly, calm and composed as she went around to the girl's side next, bending down to get ready to pick her up. "But you need to prove you deserve my help. You can't fall this quick, show me how strong your resolve it!" Giving them both a reason for Seraphim to help, wanting to test this girl's limits as she failed to beleive this was it, Seraphim grabbed the girl with one arm around her waist, the other at her shoulders, ready to pick her up and over her head. Seraphim was strong enough to, but she never enjoyed this style of fighting too much. Still, it was good to change up from all the strikes she threw before. So now, lifting her up and eventually over her head, Seraphim turned towards the center of the ring and threw her with both arms like she was just dumping her away, letting gravity and the force of her throw from up high do it's damage to the girl as she aimed to throw her on her back to the center of the ring.

Sadly, Sharaiya gave no answer nor movement after she had fallen back on her chest, her body was starting to recover while she was unconsious, unfortunately Seraphim was going to keep attack, and with the Russian completely out, things weren't going to end well for her. Seraphim's words going to deaf ears as Sharaiya was brought into position, her body as limp as a ragdoll, her arms and legs loosely hanging as she was pulled over Seraphim's head and then thrown down hard on the mat once more, her eyelids only shut tightly and her body jolted upon impact but other then that there was no reaction from her.

The Russian laid spread eagle upon the mat, not being able to identify any sound nor vision as she slept, her body rising and falling harshly but that started to decrease very slowly as time passed. Still, with Sharaiya unconsious and Seraphim still in the attack, the damage would be far greater then that she would be aware of, she could no longer focus on her defence and every blow was easily piercing the pain into her body, which led her to a much more worse state then she was now. Sharaiya was slowly breathing steadily again after that horrific blow to her stomach, being a rather fast healer when she slept but that wasn't going to help her here against this massacre.

When Sharaiya was slammed into the mat, Seraphim took a small, guilty pleasure in delivering the attack. She had a sadistic side to her she tried to keep hidden, but right now, it was slowly coming out. Shortly after this though, Seraphim was interupted by the referee, who told Seraphim she was done, and that the victory was handed to her; she didn't have to continue. And then, Seraphim didn't respond, she had to actually take a moment to think about this, even taking a step back as she looked at Sharaiya's unconscious form, falling silent as her thoughts started to mull over, both sides of her consciousness making a debate.

'I really should put her in her place, that way she doesn't try that clawing shit again...'

'But is it really worth it? She's had enough... especially because of the loss of her sister.'

'Yet this is a match, -my- match, I should be able to do whatever the Hell I want.'

'...Though, does she really deserve it?'

The struggle went on for a few seconds, a quarter of a minute passing by as Seraphim just focused on breathing, and then finally, as her hand slowly trailed over to her eyepatch, she came to a decision, her other eye closing as she had let not her debating thoughts decide for her, but a memory.

"I'll accept the victory. The match is over." Her words came as a dissapointment to many fans, and even Seraphim was a little dissapointed with herself, calling herself a weakling for not choosing to revel in the pleasure she could feel from this. And so, as there was a mix of cheers and foul insults; some enjoying the fact that the rising star had won, buth others feeling like they got jipped from a show, Seraphim slowly approached Sharaiya, lifting the girl again, but this time more cautiously to pick her up bridal style, un arm under her knees, the other beneath her back. Seraphim herself was still sore from the fight and carrying her out of the ring would be difficult, but she still decided it should be best. She would hand the girl over to the paramedics when they arrived, if the girl even needed it at all. She had a feeling that Sharaiya was stronger than she looked anyway.

Sharaiya merely groaned when she was lifted up in Seraphim's arms, she even snuggled her head against the girl's chest as she thought it was a pillow. Her body was badly damaged but from the looks of it most could be healed within a day or four. Though it she seemed peaceful enough, Sharaiya's eyelids were twitched tightly closed, her body wiggling in Seraphim's hold, as if something was happening but soon it stopped. However as Seraphim walked up the ramp, Sharaiya's hand suddenly moved up and gripped her arm, her nails not digging into her skin, though she whispering out faintly.

" ..I'm not leaving you here, sis... I don't want to lose more.. "

It seemed Sharaiya was already caught up in a dream that had to do with her history, where she was trying to grip sister's arm but it was sadly only a dream. She was brought to the paramedics, who brought her to the medical facility to have her treated and rested, which was fortunate for her.

Those last words from Sharaiya would linger on Seraphim's consciousness all day now. Honestly, she was feeling guilt fill her up like a poison, and by now, she knew she made the right decision. The way she had rested in Seraphim's arms, the words she said, and then in the end that gentle grip she had along her arm, all of it was a bit of a shock to Seraphim, but she didn't stop, allowing the paramedics to take over in the end. They asked her if she needed to be taken in too, worried about the blood from her neck, and at first, Seraphim declined, the thought of even going near that area making her stomach curl. She didn't want people to think she was getting weak, she had always lived by the words 'walk it off.'

But slowly, her curiousity was getting the better of her, and Seraphim decided upon something, stopping one at the last moment to finally agree. But, she wasn't going to leave for her own injuries, she would be fine with a bit of rest and cleaning her wounds. Instead, she wanted to go there for Sharaiya, the girl had really taken Seraphim's interest. It wasn't an attraction sexually or anything like that, another girl was slowly taking that from Seraphim already, but because she wanted to ask Sharaiya a few questions. She made an offer to help her after all, and Seraphim was going to stick with it.

Seraphim wins by K.O.
To be continued Backstage