Maria Tempesta vs Ragna Lemoine

Was already on her knees as she gripped the ropes at the turnbuckle, holding herself up as she shook out the pain in her leg. Maria was not letting up and soon the Hispanic woman would be right on top of her to continue her assault on her person. Though the French woman wouldn't just take this standing as right hand balled into a fist, she was starting to get angry now as she was grabbed by the hair and slammed down face first into the turnbuckle.

Ranga however stayed strong, her anger fueling her to ignore the pain at least temporarily as adrenaline began to kick in. She quickly grabbed at Maria's head and tried to return the favor, attempting to slam her opponent's head right into the buckle, trying to do so as many times as she could.

There was a satisfying smack of face on turnbuckle as Maria gave Ragna a direct introduction to the corner post. She had thought that that would stun the powerful Frenchwoman, and leave her vulnerable to a nasty follow up...and so Maria was quite surprised when Ragna grabbed her by her own long white locks.

"What the fu--" was all that Maria could say before Ragna suddenly returned the favour, ramming the Luchadora's masked head into the turnbuckle. Stars exploded across her vision, and she slumped against it, groaning as the impact made her legs wobbly. "M...mierda..."

"Désolé d'interrompre," Ragna spoke after slamming Maria's head down on the turnbuckle, this was right before she began to count down in French all the way to what she hoped to be a count of ten, all the while counting it all down in French. This wasn't the same tough rowdy Ragna from before, this was a new and improved spirited and confident woman this was here to show the world everything she got.

"Neuf… dix!" she'd cheer as she would eventually meet the ten, the referee making sure that Ranga did not go further with such an assault. Yet Ragna was already on to continuing her momentum, quickly coming up from behind Maria and taking the Spanish speaking woman into a German Suplex.

"Nffflffflf...." was all Maria managed to say as her face was pressed in against the turnbuckle, her body slumping to its knees as she was barely held up by Ragna. In the background, she her French opponent to count down, and wanted to yell at her that she wasn't the ref, and to kindly shut the hell up, her infernal counting was making her head hurt.

Then, suddenly, Maria was pulled back from the corner. She blinked a few times, still seeing stars a little from that last collision...and then felt Ragna's arms around her waist. Gritting her teeth, she would try to shoot an elbow back towards Ragna's head: if it connected, then she would grab at Ragna's wrist and try to spin free of her grip, before shooting a kick up into the Frenchwoman's face.

If none of this managed to make Ragna let go, however, then Maria would be tilted head over heels and slammed down to the mat in the German suplex, and left stunned and groaning on the mat....

The momentum was with her at the moment as the large and strong French woman was having her time having had thrashing  Maria down upon the ring post with a fury. Now behind her she thought that she was going to have an easy enough time thinking her opponent stunned, instead being struck by an elbow straight to the face, pain shooting through as she stumbled back with Maria in toe. She'd then fall back and continue the suplex, however such a move instead would come out lazy and sloppy as she just barely lifted the luchadora up and the slam back to the mat falling more towards the side then back on her opponents shoulders.

Ragna would roll aside, clutching her face exactly where she was struck right before. She had been struck bad, enough to have a bruise the next morning as it already reddened. She'd get her back as she got to her knee, shaking her head.

Maria's elbow hit home, and it managed to slam home against the Frenchwoman...but unfortunately, all it did was slow her down, not stop her. Maria came to this realization as Ragna lifted her back, executing her suplex and dropping Maria hard onto her back.

"UAGH!" she gasped, arching her slender body up off the mat before rolling onto her side, clutching her back. She was in a bad state now, and it was going to be a struggle to get back into the fight now...

Shook her head as she got back to standing up, a hand on her face where she had been struck by Maria with her elbow. A bit dazed, most of her actions as she went to pick up her opponent was more on instinct, a slight ringing in her ear annoying her as she did so, "Up... up you go... come on," she shook her head to get out of her daze.

Using her knees, she'd try to lift Maria up on to her shoulder's in a Fireman's Carry, partially wobblily, draping her back over her shoulders. She'd seem to hold it there before attempting to roll forward in a Rolling Fireman's Slam.

Maria's breath has accelerated now as she was left sprawling on her side, clutching her hurting back after being nailed so effectively by Ragna's suplex. She had started of very strong in this match, getting an early advantage agaisnt the strong Frenchwoman, but now...now she was floored on the mat, at the stupid bitch's mercy. This was absolutely unacceptable.

A second later, she was grabbed by Ragna and slowly pulled up to her knees. Gritting her teeth, she would try to ball her dist and send a punch into her opponent's gut, hoping to stop her opponent in her tracks and make her pause in her next attack. If this failed, however, then Maria would be lifted across Ragna's shoulders, her slender body showed off for the whole arena, before being dumped hard to the mat in a suplex and left sprawled and dazed on the mat!

This seemed to be the final dig into Ragna's momentum as her body buckled, letting go of Maria and backing off a bit to recover. She clutched her gut, as if a hand holding there would help stave off the pain inflicted, air returning back into her lungs and beginning to focus properly again. Maria was certainly tough, no doubt about that, reminders of her defeat against Himeko flashing in her mind and the change in her outlook after such a loss.

If she wanted to do right by her, to prover her metal. Ragna would brace her feet down, bring her free hand to bare to attempt a chop right square against Maria's upper chest, "Rrraagh!" she'd let out, hoping that the impact would leave a resounding smack.

Maria's punch hit home, affording her the briefest moment of satisfaction as Ragna was sent staggering by the blow. And a brief moment it was: the Frenchwoman recovered quickly, the look on her face showing that she was rather angry at Maria's little counter, and with a wordless roar, she sent a brutal forearm chop scything outwards into Maria's chest.

"AAAGH!" Maria cried as the blow impacted on her generous bosom. She heaved in air, clutching her hurting chest, and sucked in air, a sound that quickly became a hiss of hate. No one attacked her breasts like that. With a wordless shout of her own, Maria charged in, aiming to return the favour with a forearm chop to Ragna's own rack!