Ali Al-Mansour vs Phoebe Vermillion

Phoebe shrieked in agony, her back and the side of her rib being slammed onto the canvas. She beat on her hip, trying to force herself to get up despite the pain. The blonde suddenly got back up on her feet, glaring at the man. She had no hatred or bad will for Ali, but Phoebe also wasn't going to lose this fight. This was the moment for her to make a real impression with the audience. At least, that's what she made people think, so they could pity her and, in turn, be more interested in her. In fact, it seemed to work for her team match. More people had their eyes on her, and it was apparent from the crowds that cheered her name. However, she had to keep her "normal girl" persona going or else she'd lose her charm.

He smiles a little bit, he was glad she was finally getting serious.

Phoebe leaped on Ali, sending punch after punch into his face.

He groans and falls down.

The audience looked at them in surprise, Phoebe snatching one of his legs for the pin, as she threw repeated punches towards his face with her free fist.

He groans and kicks her crotch in order to get her off of him.

"Christ, you love hitting girls in the crotch, ow.." Phoebe complained quietly, having been thrown down on the canvas. She re-adjusted her briefs and used her arms to elevate her back on her feet. However, in her recovery, she was completely open to attacks from Ali.

"I am trying to win. " He said hitting her with a punch.

The punch landed perfectly on the side of her cheek, Phoebe almost knocked out, but still somehow clinging to consciousness. She laid beneath her opponent, trying to crawl away, knowing there was nothing she could do to win. He was far stronger than her; the blonde wondering why she even agreed to fight him to begin with. She had nothing to prove to him, she shouldn't have indulged his revenge fantasies, but now she had to. Phoebe let out a battle cry, trying to scare him away.

He was shocked that she was still standing. He was confused.