Seraphim vs. Minerva: Handcuff match.

Seraphim nearly facepalmed herself at what she saw, watching the girl fly into the ropes and smacking them hard like a bug against a speeding car's windshield, her 'splat' being the way she tumbled into the mat. The girl really had no fighting expertise, and Seraphim felt that it just couldn't do, this girl needed to learn that if she was going to be in the ring, she should expect some pain.

Fortunately for Minerva, Seraphim had a personal policy about not really stripping her opponents down in a match, but that still didn't leave her to humiliating herself as her ass sticked up in the air, revealing to everyone just what kind of panties she wore, and leaving a little less to the imagination now. With a short sigh, Seraphim started to feel something come over her. It was that desire... the need to really take charge and prove domination. Seraphim told herself to take it easy in the fight; she couldn't let that part of her take control, so with a deep breath, she kept her cool, deciding to just beat this girl down quickly before things got bad.

Seeing the way Minerva's rear was in the air, Seraphim couldn't resist as she took a few steps back, bracing herself for a run, and then dashed for the girl. Then when she got close enough, she sent her foot forward like a football player punting the ball, but aimed the toe of her boot right into Minerva's butt that was exposed to everyone at the moment, practically begging to be Seraphim's next target.

Minerva squealed when she saw Seraphim charge her. She immediately began to flail and hopelessly bicycle kick to free her from her predicament. Unfortunately it didn't work and out of desperation she closed up and scrunched into a ball them suddenly threw both her legs out in a mule kick. Though not done intentially, her kick would be aimed at Seraphim's stomach.

Seraphim had her target in mind, and though her attack was reckless, it was surely going to make this girl limping the next day. A handful of Seraphim's attacks were reckless like this, but she only used them when she was sure she'd hit, and this girl... she really was just a walking punching bag, there was no way she could miss, especially if she wasn't even going to put up a fight.

And that was where Seraphim made a horrible mistake.

"Guugh! ...*Cough!* Wha... the Hell was.. that?" The attack hit it's mark unlike anyone had planned, and Seraphim felt two slim legs and feet collide right into her gut, knocking the wind out of her. Such a place was always a spot on Seraphim she hadn't trained properly, and where as normally Seraphim was a walking tank and could tolerate pain like her and pain were best friends, the gut and stomach was the one area she had always found the toughest to bare.

Stumbling back as both hands clutched her stomach, Seraphim still stood up on both feet, gritting her teeth as she took a few struggled breaths, barely avoiding getting the wind knocked out of her, but still finding it hard to get a full breath. "You... just made this a lot worse for yourself." Seraphim said with a dark tone in her voice, gritting her teeth before she started to slide into her fighting stance.

Seraphim straitened herself up, letting her hands and feet take on her true fighting posture now, knowing she wasn't going to play around any more. From the waist up, her fists were clenched, one held close to her face, another outstretched just a little, resembling a perfect mimickry of a defensive styled boxer. However, from the waist down, Seraphim's style was different. Her right leg was positioned behind her, standing firm and strait, while her left leg was in front of her, knee slightly raised as only the toes of her beet barely touched the mat; it was Muay Thai. From the waist, it was like Seraphim was split into two fighters, and she was an expert with both styles, creating her own hybrid when she really had to fight. And even if this girl couldn't fight well, Seraphim was still going to treat this more seriously now. She was treating this like the real thing, waiting for Minerva to get up and even take another step, because Seraphim promised it was going to be her last now.

As her feet collided with Seraphim, Minerva yelped at the suddenness of it. she was afraid to open her eyes but she did feel that she was laying on her side now, slowly she began to stand up, her back facing Seraphim. When she didn't see the one eyed beauty right away she scratched her head. With a small shrug she began to turn around. "Thank you for helping me get out of that. I thought for sure you were going to attal me." She had a cheerful look on her face until she caught a glimpse of Seraphim's fierce posture. She instantly shrank and her eyes widened. "um..."

Oh, a wise-ass, is that it? The thought that maybe this girl was actually a pro and just making herself seem clumsy came to Seraphim's mind for a brief moment, but she quickly dismissed it as she maintained her stance, telling herself it was all just some stroke of luck. But whether it was luck or not, that didn't mean a thing, because after that attack, Seraphim felt a calm and contained anger rise inside her, not focused in her fists and feet, ready to dish it out. Seraphim had first planned to smack this girl around some before finishing things up, but now she was going to make this much worse for Minerva, not caring how much pain she would bring against the timid school-girl now.

Moving in quick, Seraphim closed the distance as swiftly as she can while maintaining her stance, and then unleashed two strikes. Her first would come as a powerful punch, but aimed lower towards Minerva's left breast, and then she would follow up with firm side kick, aiming to get her right at the hip with her leg. Seraphim's strikes were quick and proffesional, but if there was anything she had in her strikes, it was a power.

For Minerva, time seemed to slow down. The dumb look on her face remained even as Seraphim approached. She had no idea why she suddenly had a fierce look on her face and was charging at her. Minerva froze like a deer in head lights. As Seraphim's first attack was launched, Minerva's hands barely twitched in response. The punch hit her hard and her eyes bulged. Minerva wasn't meant to be a fighter and even if she was, her small stature made withstanding brutal attacks difficult. When the kick hit, Minerva's eyes instantly rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed to the ground. She moaned incompaimus for a few seconds before groggily stirring. "Why do you make me do these things? I don't want to be here." She weakly muttered though it seemed that she wasn't speaking to Seraphim.

For Minerva, time seemed to slow down. The dumb look on her face remained even as Seraphim approached. She had no idea why she suddenly had a fierce look on her face and was charging at her. Minerva froze like a deer in head lights. As Seraphim's first attack was launched, Minerva's hands barely twitched in response. The punch hit her hard and her eyes bulged. Minerva wasn't meant to be a fighter and even if she was, her small stature made withstanding brutal attacks difficult. When the kick hit, Minerva's eyes instantly rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed to the ground. She moaned incompaimus for a few seconds before groggily stirring. "Why do you make me do these things? I don't want to be here." She weakly muttered though it seemed that she wasn't speaking to Seraphim.

Down already? When Seraphim's strikes hit their target, she felt like she was hitting a matress; the girl wasn't trained at all, and had practically no experiance at all it would seem. For a moment, Seraphim almost pitied her. However, almost was not enough, and she didn't find the need to stop yet. This girl may not realize it, but Seraphim was going to teach her a thing or two, but sadly the lesson of pain needed to be dealt first.

She didn't have a lot of potential, but Seraphim wasn't going to feel right if someone like this had more fights to come. She felt there were either two options, end her career here, or do something to help her later...

Whatever the case, Seraphim hadn't decided just yet, and was not going to let up, barely even caring for what the girl had to say, figuring she was just muttering things because of the attacks, dazing her perhaps. Whatever the case, it didn't make Seraphim cease yet as she went down to continue, getting her hands around the girl's ankles. "So... why are you here exactly?" Seraphim said as she was preparing for her next attack, making sure she had a tight grip on her ankles as she was no down on the mat. "Why are you in this League?" And with that said, Seraphim raised her boot, and inched it closer between the girl's legs as she spread them with her hands around her ankles. Then, she would lift the girl's skirt just a bit, and quickly press the heel of her boot painfully into her crotch, twisting and turning her heel against her panties right where her womanhood rested.

Minerva was so dazed that she barely noticed her ankles being grabbed and let out a small 'oof' when she was pulled and looked up at Seraphim with a glassy blank stare, clearly not even aware of the situation. However when Seraphim spoke, Minerva suddenly blinked and began to struggle fiercely. "No please no!" She practically screamed and there was genuine fear in her eyes, something deeper than the otherwise constant state of fear she was normally in. When Seraphim asked again, Minerva turned her head, her already flush cheeks turning a deep crimson. "Please don't make me tell you why." She whispered softly. Turning her head back, she saw the foot coming down to her crotch and violently shook her head. She screamed when Seraphim ground into her mound. Finally she gave in and began yelling as tears streamed down her face. "Someone dared me to become friends with Lethe Cherry! Then she dared me I couldn't even win one match! I can't leave until she's my friend and I win a match!"

Seraphim kept her heel down on the girl's crotch for a bit longer, hearing what the girl had to say. At this point, Seraphim was completely in control, and she wasn't going to stop just yet in beating the girl down, but she could have done a lot crueler than most girls could have against Minerva, currently grinding her foot into the girl's pelvis, slowly sliding closer to her sex.

"Don't listen to them then." Seraphim said as she slowly rotated her foot a little into the girl's crotch, still giving a firm yank at her heels. Even as she was hurting Minerva, she still intended to give her advice. "You'll win a match eventually, but not today. Maybe if you stopped listening to others and decided for yourself you'll see that." By now, even as Seraphim's firm, strong words were said, she didn't let up on the submission. In fact, now she pressed more weight into her toe, which was against her panties just over her pussy. Lightly, almost teasing, she pressed the toe of her boot into her womanhood, rubbing it up and down as she still held the girl by her ankles. At this point, she wasn't even pulling as hard, letting some of the pain fade, and by now it would be replaced with a bit of pleasure while her foot worked at the girl's privates as she was still on her stomach, intending to make her soften up a little now.