Ayesha's Lesson (with Angela)

Ayesha looked her up and down in her training gear, then looked at her own attire (a brown top crop and cream yellow underwear) then sighed.

"All right....I don't know what this jobber stuff is, but..."
She set her foot down, planted it firmly, and then stared at Angela. 
"What I got....what I got...." she repeated to herself, before deciding to make her move.

With as mighty a roar as she could do (coming across like a dying hyena), she  ran as fast as she could towards Angela. The lights shine on her, a strange trumpet blows, and Angelas eyes widened in shock as Ayesha ran up to her and grabbed her and  lifted her clean up in the air!


....except this was a momentary daydream. When her eyes opened, she realized she HAD run towards Angela and grabbed her, wrapping both arms around her, but Angela had hardly budged. 

In this awkward position, she stared in her eyes, then quickly tried lifting her. After several pants, gasps, and wheezes, Ayesha hurt her own back trying to lift Angela and stepped back, giving a light "ow...."

Angela can be seen stand there, with a bruh look as she stand there, saw her stand there, with a arms around her, trying to lift her up...and failed pathetically as she does the only thing she can thing of...and proceed to bring her arms up to slap her across the face and then bonk her in the face...ya...this is gonna be...interesting

With the reflexes of a sloth, Ayesha stood there like a champ, her face receiving the full brunt of not only a hard slap that knocked her back and rang loudly, but the punch in the face right after. 

That was enough to lift her a bit off her feet and cause her to fall to the mat, clutching her face. Rubbing her cheek where the slap landed, she slowly got back up, her side facing Angela, with her making a light hiss sound of pain.

She would bring her right leg up as she proceed to kick her in the face, of course, Ayesha can clearly see that Angela doesn't take her serious as she then grab her by the hair as she force her up before she would yeet and slam her head against the corner as she continues to punish her for her weakness and ready to train the jobber

The sudden kick rocked her head backwards, and she felt a harsh pull of her hair as the 4'9 Blondie, with strength she thought would be from someone who's at least 6 and a half feet tall, caused her to stand up.

"A-ow! I-isn-" were all she sputtered right before she got thrown into the corner, the throw impact jostling her whole body.

Oh shit. Was the state of her mind.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, even if you're just a jobber that I need to train" She said as she crack her knuckles as she look at her as she fold her arms as she walk toward her before she would walk toward her before step on her while grind her heel's on her head after she thrown toward her the corner

Ayesha was still trying to fight the sense of her spine vibrating right before it was too late.

She saw the shadow come in, and the shoe came down on her face, and then the heel grinding on her forehead. 

Ayesha let out a loud scream of pain, trying to pry off the leg, feeling the skin under her forehead burning from the friction. 

Turns out she had underestimated how painful soul searching in combat sports can be. Or maybe she had just run afoul of some REALLY bad luck right now.

After grind her boots against Ayesha's head, she would lift her leg after around 1 min, she would then slam her boots down against Ayesha's chest as she lift her boots up and down again and against, and then grind her breast as she punish the poor weakling

After grind her boots against Ayesha's head, she would lift her leg after around 1 min, she would then slam her boots down against Ayesha's chest as she lift her boots up and down again and against, and then grind her breast as she punish the poor weakling. She would then turn around as she walk away and proceed to circle Ayesha, waiting for her to stand back up

The stomping was like receiving a push from that annoying friend/sibling. Except if it was a punch. Multiplied by 6.
Every stomp made her rock, as she tried to focus, but Ayeshas thoughts were a complete mess. She could hardly think right as the grind on her breast caused her to scream again in agony. She reflexively also tried to pry the boot off, to zero avail again. 

As the grinder lifted itself, she curled into a ball, clutching her hurt boob. Making light agonized groans, she lay like that for some time before looking up to see Angela circling her.

Her face having a look of pain, uncertainty, and...notable anger, she slowly, while still holding her injured breast, tried to get back up. 

"T...that...was...uncalled for..."