Rika Smart vs Kelli DiVanetti

Once Kelli was up and over Rika started rummaging underneath the ring for another weapon she could use. Things were often left forgotten under there from past matches. Rika was certain that most of them there were left by her mentor Sarah Gatt. As this thought crossed her mind she suddenly grsped onto something, and she grinned evilly. She would then pull out a long and thick chain. "This will do..." she chuckled.

With the chain in hand Rika climbed back into the ring and walked over to where Kelli lay. Still grinning, Rika would use the chain as a whip to strike across Kelli's body.

Unfortunately for Rika, the time she used to rummaging and finding the chains was valuable recovery time for Kelli. As Rika got back in the ring, Kelli was on all fours and could sense Rika approaching with the chain. As Rika came along beside her and raised the chain, Kelli would suddenly bolt up a bit on her knees and try to raise her arm up between Rika's legs for another deep low blow to stop her in her tracks

"GUHHH!!!" Rika screamed. Yet another excrutiatingly painful lowblow nailed her in the crotch, and immediately hunched over to deal with the pain. Slowly she stumbled over the ropes, the chain in her hands dragging behind her, and grabbed onto the ropes to prevent falling over. There was no way Rika could take much more of this, especially if it was more hits like that last one.

Panting ruggedly, Kelli got herself to her feet as Rika managed to stumble over and grab the ropes.. Kelli stumbled and limped after her, feeling completely bruised and battered. Unlike Rika who'd gone for a weapon to dish out more punishment, Kelli wanted to end the match as soon as possible.

As she approached Rika from behind, she reached down to grab the loose end of the chain that Rika had brought into the ring and then pulled it up to try and loop around the front of Rika's neck from behind. She'd grip the chain with both hands to try and administer a slight choke while forcing Rika upright so that her back pressed against Kelli's bust.

Kelli would pull her back a couple of steps away from the ropes and then just let herself drop down heavily into a sitting position, holding the chain firmly to try and drag Rika down backwards so that the back of her head would hit the mat between Kelli's thighs in something like a reverse sit down face buster... only using the chain to yank Rika down with!

Rika was still panting weakly, gripping the ropes lest she fell over from the pain between her legs. Then suddenly she felt the cold steel of the chain wrap around her neck, and her eyes widened in panic. Her hands immediately went to it to try and loosen the choke but it was no use. Rika's plan in using that chain had backfired horribly.

No longer holding the ropes Rika was easily guided over to the center of the ring, coughing and gasping for air. And then before she knew what was happening, she was suddenly thrust backwards, and her head exploded with pain. Rika let out a short and startled cry, and then lay spread eagle on the mat, groaning weakly.

Kelli breathed out, resisting the urge to just flop backwards into a laying position on the mat just above Rika. Instead she left the chain still wrapped around Rika's throat and rolled her small weight sluggigshly over Rika's body, her sweaty bust sliding over Rika's face and coming to rest on top of her own breasts. One hand down at Rika's crotch while the other lifted and rested over Rika's arm. She let out a sigh, her heavy breathing making her breasts push out against Rika's chest.

The ref slid down to make the count on the exhausted looking pin... "One!"

Rika was still limp at this point, and groaned as Kelli covered her for the pin. Her mind was telling her to get up, to quit lying about and teach Kelli what a real fighter was like. Her body, however, had other plans. Her every muscle screamed for rest. Before she was working on the adrenaline of the thought of beating Kelli to a pulp. Now that she was down again, she wanted to stay that way.

"Two!" the ref shouted.

Kelli just closed her eyes, her pants caressing the side of Rika's breast and blowing up into her armpit a little, she didn't move at all apart from the up down motion that her breathing forced her body to do.

"THREE!!" the ref said and then called for the bell, the bell rang in the background and the Ace of Spades by Motorhead started up to declare Kelli's victory off in her debut match... But like Rika, Kelli's body was wracked with pain and just didn't want to move. She remained on top of Rika in the pinning position, a couple of trickles of sweat running down her body onto Rika as they lay togeather..

Rika groaned again, not out of pain but out of frustration. She had lost. Again! How could this had happened? She was way tougher than this! The crowd was cheering loudly at the brutal show and amazing tenacity of both girls, but Rika certainly didn't feel like celebating. "Get....off!" Rika grunted, and with quite a bit of effort, she would try tp push Kelli off her, since it seemed she wasn't moving anytime soon.

"nh.." Kelli grunted as Rika shoved against her, after being pushed up she was able to get off of Rika completely, moving into a sitting position beside her. She wipped her brow with the back of her arm and grimanced as she scrapped past a bruise on her forehead that Rika had given her earlier on in the match. The ref girl moved to Kelli's side and reach down to lift her arm even though the Italian was still down on the mat, she clenched her teeth and forced herself up as the ref girl still held her arm up, taking in her first hard fought victory here in Friction.

After a moment she turned back to look down at Rika, she walked closer until she was standing almost right over her, she offered her hand down to her... The look on Kelli's face wasn't particularly kind or anything like that, she still looked like a mean rogue, but offering her hand down all the same