Leanna Reis vs Seren Morgan - Hear Me Roar

Admittedly, Leanna was more focused in putting the hurt on Seren for her treatment on her knee, which still stings a lot. Good thing it isn't dislocated. That is one thing that she could take away....for now at least. There was the chance to ring her bell a couple of times and the Wildcat wasn't going to let it slip from her paws. Can't think straight when you have a splitting migraine from hell itself and can't smile with a busted lip.

Although maybe she herself wasn't thinking straight when she would throw those punches towards Seren, the doll maker taking that chance as the one thing that kept Leanna steady was gone for use for attack, which meant an easy pin attempt for the bigger girl. Sure, Leanna did get some good licks on her but Seren managed to use her weight to pin the Wildcat down.

"Fuck!" The ref coming in, starting the count at one, meaning Leanna only has two left. That friggin-

Dammit, gotta surrender, just as she got the chance to tear into this crazy bitch. Stubbornly, or just taking the chance to get some more punishment out of this, Leanna did held it on, the count passed two now. Just one more left...

"Th-" Kickout at two. It was fun while it lasted, though there were still many chances left in this match. And no doubt Seren wasn't done either. For now, she would simply somersault back before getting to one knee. That is if Seren hasn't chased her down. Though with the choke, even she would need a breather...

As Leanna buckled beneath her, she could only grin. Mostly because most of her air supply had been wrenched from her. Her opponent was quick to flee giving the doll maker time to reflect as well as recover. She hadn't chased. Doing so breathlessly, as much as she wanted to tear the woman apart, would have ended poorly for her. A brief glance to her plushie entourage in the corner had confirmed they felt the same way. Her eyes hadn't left her opponent after that making the rise to one knee slightly unsettling.

Her palm rested on her thigh as she breathed with a rasp, filling her lungs with the stagnant arena air she had come to dislike. Thoughts danced around in her head of all the ways she could try to brutalize her foe next. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as the graphic depiction of violent that inhabitated the swirling chaos in her head. Any one of them would be so much fun. It was hard to pick.

Seren hadn't been in a hurry. The damage she had tried to inflict on Leaned knee likely would be going away anytime soon. She raised a hand to her face, brushing back some hair from her face. Her thumb pressed down onto her forehead with each swipe, reliving the lingering effects of the blows she had taken to her head moments prior. She breathed in sharply as she applied pressure to the sore spot, oddly enough she looked to be enjoying it.

The two of them had been given ample time to collect themselves by the time Seren had stepped away from where she began. Her steps were slow and plotting, dragging her feet a bit as she began to circle Leanna. Her posture was slightly hunched now, any form of elegance her smooth movement had at the start of the match had been abandoned. She seemed more animalistic now... More dangerous. Leanna's knee had been the start of things. Blood in the water for the doll maker. Her tongue slowly rolled over her top lip as she eyed her opponent hungrily.

Leanna came to win. Though that isn’t saying much, most people come into the ring with the intention of winning. Apart from the secret and well known jobbers and masochists in the league but enough of that digression. As much as she would love to keep that hold locked till she sees the life taken out of Seren’s soulless eyes, they weren’t playing in MMA rules. This is a wrestling ring after all and pinfalls are a thing. The Doll Maker was no mindless beast. She was smart to roll her up for the pin attempt. It pains in having to let her go, but it needed to be done. Stubbornness in this situation would cause her to lose. And there were very few things that she hates more than losing.

Still, the damage that she had delivered to the doll maker wasn’t all in vain. Had she not been in a choke, Seren would have chased her after the kickout probably. But now Seren was forced to take a breather. The shots to the head were a nice touch too. That would have been the window for the Wildcat to charge right in and take advantage, had she not taken damage on that knee of hers, the effects still lingering from the blows she took from the doll maker herself. A retreat was in order for Leanna as she rolled back and got up to one knee, a sharp breath from the exotic woman as she felt the pain on her knee. Luckily for her, Seren wasn’t in a hurry to get back into things so it did allow the Wildcat to catch a breather.

The Wildcat gritted her teeth, baring her fangs at the doll maker as they both came up, shaking her head, the golden locks of her short hair dancing like the mane of a lion, shaking of some of the sweat that have started to form. She used her good leg to push up first, standing up, looking to be the more wounded of the two predators as she only rested on the ball of her foot on the bad leg. She seemed more primal than she was before, if the low and guttural growls that came out from the Wildcat made that clear as well as the slightly hunched posture that she took. The effects on her knee will linger, but she was not ready to give yet. The hunt was still on.

She edged in closer and closer, taking slow but careful steps so to not have the pain flare up on her nerves yet again, her arms raised a tad bit above chest level, looking as if she wanted to clinch. Switching to a wrestling tactic might make sense and going for a lock up, a battle of strengths, but that isn’t what she was looking for. Once getting close enough, the Wildcat would pounce, pumping off on the good leg she still has as she leapt up, throwing her other knee towards the doll maker and targeting under the chin.