Alena Saint vs Valkoinen Simo

The cheery pop music of Alena Saint came blaring over the speakers, and the girl herself ran out from backstage. After her last grueling defeat she was back for more, and the crowd welcomed her back with loud cheers, though truthfully they just wanted to see her get humiliated again. For better or for worse she was excited to be back, and ready to bring her skills back into the ring. So she waited there in her corner, wondering who she would face today.

Alena's music was quickly replaced by the shredding guitar of 'War Ensemble'. The lights dimmed and strobe lights filled the creama as Valkoinen stepped out from the back. With a scowl on her face, she made her way down to the ring, the strobe effect making her rigid walk look almost ghostly. Climbing onto the apron, she leapt over the top rope and went to her corner and crossed her arms as she waited for the bell to ring. Her red eyes stared coldly at Alena.

As soon as Alena saw her opponant she couldn't help but think how cute she looked, and daring she was to arrive in an outfit like that. But other than that....

She's looks kinda scary, Alena thought worriedly. Lately the league seemed to be matching her up with women who seemed particularily nasty. She just hoped this girl wasn't one of them.

"Hey there!" Alena said cheerfully, deciding to greet her opponant in a friendly manner. "My name's Alena. What's yours?"

Valkoinen watched the girl carefully as she was greeted in a cheerful manner. Why did I even bother coming here if this is the kind of competition that's here? Though Lukretia might just go soft if this is the best there is. She stepped forward with the cold look in her eyes. She looked silently at Alena for a long moment before tilting her head up and smiling cutely at her opponent. "Valkoinen. Please to be letting us have good match." She said in a voice that was both very adorable and very Scandanavian. She extended out her hand in greeting and if Alena took it, Val would grab it tightly and yank it towards her all while using her other hand to drive her fist into Alena's gut.

Being the friendly person that she was Alena took the hand without hesitation, thinking this person wasn't as scary as she looked. Maybe with a little time she could even become friends with her. Unfortunately that would cost her. Her eyes widened when she took the punch in full force, a si;ent cry escaping her mouth. Immediately she collapsed to her knees, all the air driven out of her, clutching her stomach as she whimpered softly.

Valkoinen made sure to hold onto Alena's hand even as she crumbled to her knees. The Finn's face returned to the cold look it previously held as she took a step back. She would attempt to pull Alena up by the arm and flip the girl over her shoulder and onto her back, judo style. If she could, she would try to keep a grip on Alena's arm even after the toss.

Alena was practically limp as she was hauled onto her feet. She was having trouble getting her breath back, extremely winded. It would only get worse, and her wold turned upside down as she was flipped painfully onto her back. "Ghh!!" Alena grunted, flopping onto the mat in pain, her arm dead weight in Valkionen's hands.

Valkoinen was pleased with her work so far but she was only getting started. She fell to her butt and placed her foot on Alena's shoulder and pushed into it while she wrenched Alena's elbow against her bent knee. She lifted her other leg, which was outstreched and slammed her heel down into Alena's stomach.

Alena wasn't sure what Valkoinen was doing, her head still spinning, but knew it could only mean pain for her. "W-Wait..." she whimpered. But it was too late. A strong pain shot through her arm. She cried out inagony, but it was quickly silenced by the kick to her gut. "YAAAAA - OOOFF!!" Alena flopped back to the mat, whimpering pathetically through the pain.

Valkoinen watched as Alena whimpered in pain. She was delighted by it but also disappointed that her opponent was weak. She stopped putting pressure on Alena's arm but continued to hold on to the hand She stood up and would attempt to haul Alena up by the hair. "Please to be telling me that you are weakest level of fighter here." She would say and if Alena did not react, she would try and irish whip her only to hold onto the hand and yank her back into a knee to the gut.