Rika vs Malicia (Practical vs Sensual Grappling)

Rika was whipped against the ropes but, instead of trying to slow down she sped up and slid right underneath Malicia's kick. Malicia's foot slightly grazed the skin on her throat.
"HAHA! Missed me now you got to- Woah! Woah!" She said as she slid under the bottom rope on the otherside of the ring. She managed to crash outside the ring itself.

She landed on her head and was swirly eyed, "Ita! (Japanese Expression for Ow)" @_@

Malicia was bemused as her opponent vanished from the ring. The redhead peered over the ropes, cynically suspecting some kind of trick, but it did seem as if the young Japanese had unwillingly crashed to the floor.
For the first time this match, Malicia looked happy. "Ha, stupid clumsy bitch!" she laughed. "Looks like your luck's run out!" The scarlet-clad girl then swiftly jumped up and leapt from the top ring rope, looking to land on her hapless opponent with a devestating flying knee drop, all the way from the top rope to the arena floor below...

"Eh?" Rika said as she saw Malicia jump off to the top rope, "What did you call me?"
Rika felt the air escape from her lungs as Malicia brutally assaulted her stomach. She would roll around in pain, she cursed under her breath.

Malicia grinned as her arial attack paid off, and she felt the satisfiying thud of her rival's body crushed beneath her knees. She rolled away neatly and got to her feet, looking down at her winded opponent with glee.
"I called you a clumsy bitch" taunted Malicia. "Are you deaf as well as stupid?"
The redhead saw that the ref girl's view was blocked by the apron right now, and decided to quickly take advantage with an illegal move. She bent down over Rika and viciously raked her nails across the Japanese girl's eyes. "...deaf AND blind!" Malicia hissed into her ear.

Rika boiled with anger, she was ready to give this slut a new asshole!
'No calm down...' she told herself, 'I'm only good if I am calm'
Rika had grabbbed hold of Malicia's wrist, she preasured the joint connecting her hand to her wrist almost to the point where it might snap. Rika would get back up and push her away.
Rika didn't say anything, she needed to calm down. She would walk past Malicia and get back into the ring. The Ref had started counting, so she needed to comply ASAP.

Malicia clutched her wrist and gulped hard, shuddering with the vicious pain that Rika had inflicted, but trying not to let it show. Taking several seconds to compose herself, she looked up irritably to see her opponent back in the ring.
“Bitch!” hissed Malicia, angered by the pain in her arm. In a swift, spiteful move, she reached under the bottom rope to grab Rikaâ€s ankles, hoping to sweep the younger girlâ€s legs from under her and send her crashing to the mat. Then she would clamber back into the ring herself to re-join her foe.

"Hey! Woah!" Rika managed to land on her hands as Malicia had pulled her leg from under the bottom rope.
"You!" Rika said spitefully, "I'm gonna make you cry!"
Flustered by this embarassment, she would blindly charge and tackle Malicia to the ground. If successful, she would grab her hair and roll around the ring with her.

Rikaâ€s sudden lunge took Malicia by surprise; she was completely stunned as she was grabbed and brought crashing to the mat.
“Eeeek!” she wailed, screeching as her ginger hair was pulled and used to control her, causing fierce pain in her scalp. She suffered in helpless agony for several seconds, her freckled features almost looking as if they *would* start to cry.
Maliciaâ€s only glimmer of hope was that Rika had been pushed into breaking her usual fighting style. Gritting her teeth, the British girl tried to regain some of her composure.
“Youâ€ll cry first!” she hissed.
Still painfully tangled up with Rika, the put-upon redhead tried to grab and squeeze at her opponentâ€s breasts, cattily attempting to hurt her back as they rolled around the ring.

Rika was caught up in the moment as she was pulling Malicia's hair. She cringed as her hair was being pulled but, she didn't expect the breast grab.

Rika whimpered in pain as her breasts were grabbed and shook her head violently as her back was being brutaly slammed against the mat. She was completely helpless not used to fighting dirty or sprawling like this in a ring and to make matters worse she had lost her composure,

"I'll tear you apart slut!" Rika said angrily.

Malicia was pleased to find herself on top of this particular brawl, and flashed a triumphant smile down at her angry opponent. It seemed to Malicia that Rika had really lost her focus now, and the redhead hoped her opponent was now too distracted to dish out any more of her painful jujitsu moves. ‘Iâ€ve dragged her down to my level!†thought Malicia, as the Japanese girl called her a ‘slutâ€.
Her red hair was still being pulled though – Malicia needed to stamp her authority on this catfight.
“Tear me apart? Not before I break you into little bitch pieces!” she answered harshly. Malicia then intensified her claw hold on Rikaâ€s breasts, though only with her left hand as her right was still damaged. The pink-skinned girl then raised her body slightly, creating some space in order to slam her knee up into Rikaâ€s crotch.