A new challenger appears! ( for Hali)

Scarlet growled with the effort they put up behind her attack, only to turn to have a boot plow into her stomach. She spasmed and stumbled back, being lifted up, her brain wracked with pain as she tried to think of some way to get out of this situation when she hit the ground. She tried to speak as she flipped through the air, then suddenly she hit the ground again, she wasn't sure what exactly happened, but she writhed on the ground for a few moments, gasping for air, "Sh-shit." She swooned, arching her back, twisting from side to side.

John smirked as he walked to Scarlett, "Come on, lass. Don't be giving up on me now.", He taunted her, as he kicked her in the back, rolling her over. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her to her feet, facing away from him and then reached across her chest with his left hand, grabbing her right breast. Grinning, he slipped his right hand inside her jeans and grabbed her crotch, "Come on up, lass.", John teased her as he lifted her off the ground, bringing her shoulders level with his, his arms forming a '7', only to take a step back, pivoting as he did so and falling forward, releasing her at the last second before she slammed against the ground and he on top of her!

She laid on the ground as he walked over her, kicking her onto her stomach. Without a hint of resistance, it was clear Scarlet was still recovering from her beating. Letting out a moan as she was brought to her feet, she struggled to maintain her balance, but John was willing to assist. The hand across her chest drew a swoon, and she didn't even move when he slipped his hand into her pants... The pain ruled her brain temporarily, she didn't even notice the sexual abuse as he lifted her into the air. With a moan, she felt herself twist through the air, and slam to the ground, her opponent thudding on top of her. Scarlet laid beneath him, stunned again from the drop. Her body was weakening, but her mind wouldn't let up. She hadn't had enough, and John knew it.

John stood up, placing his foot on the back of Scarlett's neck for a moment, appreciating the sight. After a couple seconds, he reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, holding her up to steady her. Without warning, he spun her around and grabbed the back of her jeans. John lifted her up, across his shoulders in a torture rack! Before Scarlett could have a chance to realize what was going on, he lifted her up over his head, dropping down on one knee and shocking the red-head with an over-the-knee backbreaker, stretching her out with one hand on her breast and the other down her pants! "Come on, lass, ye can't be done yet!"

Scarlet was in a daze, she barely registered being jerked into the air as her body flew up onto your shoulders. "Gyah-aah!" the girl screamed as John cracked her body. She flailed for a moment, suddenly air bourn again, and in just an instant, her back slammed into her opponent's knee. His hands moved over her bra clad breasts, and into here pants and caused her to squirm. Desperately, Scarlet tried to twist herself off his knee, moving for the ground, that would be better than where she was now, "Shut up! Y-you won't win!" She squealed as she attempted her escape.

John shrugged, pressed down harder for a few seconds and then stood, shoving her off his knee, letting her drop to the grass and took a step back, watching Scarlett roll onto her stomach. Still not giving her a chance, he leaned forward and fell, hoping to crash his outstretched elbow into her back. If that worked, he'd pull her arm back and trap it between his legs, scissoring it, as he put his hands over her face, pulling back, locking in a cross-face crippler!

Scarlet fell off your knee like a rag doll, slumping onto the ground, the cool grass wetting her stomach. She took a deep breath and put her hands under her, trying to get back up. She struggled to her hands and knees before John crashed down on her spine. The poor girl cried out and collapsed to the ground, but as he tried to reach for her she shrieked and scrambled out of the way. Finally a few feet away, she tried to get to her feet if her opponent would give her a moment before his beating continued.

John grinned as she got away, "Lovely, there still be some fight left in ya.", he praised her, "Good to know, should we ever team up." He kept his eyes on Scarlet as he got to his feet, waiting for her to make a move, "I'll stop when ye give up or start bleedin', whatever comes first."

Scarlet panted, standing up, her shirt hung open and her bra was tussled and her hair was messed up. Her emerald eyes burned into her opponent as her ragged breaths lifted her chest up and down. Her fists clenched hard, but she reached up and took off her ripped shirt and jacket, readjusting her bra, then hefting her fists back up, stepping into her opponent, throwing a jab with her forward fist, and followed up with a quick uppercut into his chest before trying to bounce back.

John took the hits, staggering back slightly, he grabbed at Scarlet's shoulder, "Ye'll not want to be tradin' punches with me, lass.", he warned her, breathing heavily, bent over, he appeared winded. "It'll end horribly for ye.", throwing a fast and heavy punch from his free hand into her stomach. If it landed, he would follow it up with a hammer fist to the back of her neck.