Just another day to Brawl

Rika pummeled Jesse's face mercilessly, aiming for her eyes and nose to blacken and break, grinning the whole time she did so. It was a beatdown through and through. After about a minute of doing that, Rika would scoot back a little, grab Jesse's blond hair to lift Jesse's head up, and deliver a brutal headbutt into her face.

Sarah was having a good time as well, alughing sadistically as she pounded Kea's gut with powerful punches. When she tired of that, she sent one devastating punch directly into Jesse's nose. She'd then grab the gil's red hair, and forcibly throw her off the ropes and to the mat. With a malicious smile, Sarah would then start to remove Kea's shorts.

Jesse kept taking Rika's brutal punches to the face, her will to fight diminishing every time every time a fist landed. Then, Rika's heabutt almost sent her to unconsciousness; her body couldn't take that much. Her head fell to the side, with her face full of cuts and bruises and two thin streams of treas running down her battered cheeks. She breathed with difficulty.

Kea saw Sarah's fist coming right towards her face. She could not stop it, but she turned her head, making it nail her cheek instead. Two rough hands grabbed her body, and she fell on her front to the mat. Too weak to prop herself up, she wondered what Sarah desired to do after undressing her; in her mind, those girls were capable of anything. She lay down there, just on her underwear.

Sarah tossed aside Kea's shorts after easily removing them from her legs. She couldn't help but chuckle at the cowgirl's position. Sarah and Rika's plan was simple: hurt and humiliate their two victims as much as they could. Sarah would then lean down to wrap her arm around Kea's throat, placing her in a standard sleeping hold.

Rika sneered down at Jesse's tear stained face. "Aw, what's the matter?" Rika asked mockingly. "Are you sad that you're such a loser?" Rika would get off of Jesse then, and then roll her onto her front. She'd then jump high into the air, and drop her butt down hard on Jesse's spine.

Jesse simply didn't answer Rika, as her level of consciousness not high enough to think of words. She barely noticed that Rika had rolled her to her front; the only thing she felt was the impact of the girl on her back, letting out a pained gasp as Rika did so.

Looking at the mat, Kea felt Sarah's arms around her throat. She probably wouldn't have a chance to escape from that before she slipped into unconsciousness, but perhaps she could talk her way out of that and at least not get killled for real. "What do you want now? Isn't this enough for you?" She asked, choosing her words carefully to avoid wasting precious breath.

Rika laughed like a giddy schoolgirl from her position on top of Jesse, wiggling her ass into her back. "I knew blonds were dumb," Rika sneered cruely. "Didn't realize they were weak too." Rika grabbed Jesse's hair in tight handfuls, and pulled back on her head hard, almost as if she wanted to tear the hair from her head.

"What do I want?" Sarah pondered aloud, her arms tight around Kea's throat. "Maybe if you begged for a mercy, that would be a kick." She rolled both of them onto her size, and would then wrap her legs around Jesse's waist, adding a bodyscissors to the mix. "Now start begging."

Jesse let out a sharp shriek when her hair was pulled back, adding one more source of suffering. "AAAAAH! STOP!"

Kea winced as Sarah started squeezing both her waist and her neck. This was certainly a dire situation. Hearing Jesse's scream coming from somewhere, though, she realized that her situation was even worse than her own. "Please! Ngh... Let us go, I beg you." She said, the air escaping from inside her. "At least... let her go..."

Sarah laughed like she was the devil herself in human form. It always gave her a kick to her her victims beg. "Isn't that sweet," Sarah cooed mockingly. "You care more about your friend than yourself. It's like something out of a bad movie." Sarah gave an extra squeeze to Kea just for a laugh. "Hey Rika! Bring that bimbo over here!"

"Okay!" Rika replied. Still holding Jesse's hair, Rika would get up and start dragging the poor blond over to the other two. "Get moving, bitch!" Rika would shout, yanking hard to make sure Jesse wouldn't stop. Soon they would be with Sarah and Kea.

"Nice handiwork," Sarah complimented, reffering to Jesse's bruised face. Rika grinned proudly. "Hey bimbo," Sarah said to Jesse. "Are you gonna start begging too? Cause if you don't, I just might end up choking your partner to death." Rika yanked on Jesse's hair again, giving the girl no choice but to comply.

Having her hair grabbed, Jesse clutched feebly at Rika's hands, being forced to suddenly get up and follow her. Soon they reached the other two that lay on the mat, and Jesse looked down at the trapped figure of Kea with half-opened eyes.

Kea was already feeling light-headed, and she was forced to gasp from time to time. She looked up, two shadows towering above her. She somehow recognized Jesse, and seeing her partner in such a state broke her heart.

Jesse, on the verge of a complete blackout, barely heard Sarah's words. She simply wished for it all to stop. "Let go... please... let go..." She muttered.

"Aw, they love each other," Sarah laughed, finding the whole pathetic and brutal display very amusing indeed.

"Yeah," Rika agreed. Suddenly a wicked idea crossed her mind, and wide grin began to spread across her face. "Maybe they should show each other how much they care." Sarah frowned in confusion, until realization dawned on her, and she formed a grin that matched Rika's.

Sarah would unexpectedly release Kea from the sleeper/bodyscissors combo, and would instead lift her her onto her knees just before Jesse. She would then twist one arm painfully behind her back, and grab her roughly by the hair. "Since you two care so much about each other, why don't you show it?" Sarah cooed. "Kiss and makeup." WIth both girl's painfully restrained, they had no choice in the matter.

Kea gagged in a big gulp of air when she was released. Already very weak as well, Sarah moved her easily into position, and her arm was wrenched back with a grunt from her. Sarah's hand on her head forced her to stare at Jesse, and from this shorter distance her partner looked even more battered. Kea heard the heel's words. Being forced to kiss after that beatdown was humiliating, but it was a small price to pay for freedom. Kea closed her eyes and moved her head however she could towards Jesse, meeting her partner's bruised lips. Perhaps still with a strand of awareness, Jesse kissed back weakly. Kea wished that the "spar" would be over after that.