Cecil Coral vs Tia Baker

"Bloody bitch!" Cecil cried, her voice almost bordering on a growl. Well, as much as she enjoyed the feel of Tia's tortured hair, that pain as going to have to take a backseat for the moment. Her left arm released it's grasp and went for Tia'a remaining free arm. Cecil balled up her fist, and hammered away with at the arm with all her might, trying to make it release her leg.

Tia was a bit surprised at the primal growl from Cecil though hardly having time for it. "That's a bit much coming from you." She complained trying harder to shake Cecil off before things got even worse. When suddenly she felt that fist hammer against her arm Tia cried out in pain. "Agh! It's never enough for you!" She yelled her nails digging into that leg now not planning on legging go. Tia trying to get enough of an angle that she could swing her head back into Cecil. If that head was going to be free she had to use it.

"Ow!" Tia half-yelped as Tia's head came swinging back in a sort of quasi-headbutt, one that smashed squarely into her gut. The throbbing pain wasn't quite enough to deter her assaults, but it did highlight that Tia wasn't going down anytime soon. Or at all, a small voice inside whispered. And she was tired of the endless resistance. Tired of the verbal throwbacks that Tia totally started. Tired of the idea of Tia still standing.

Well, granted, it was still the opening minutes of the match. But Tiredness was relative!

And she had just about enough.

She threw her full weight forward in a surge of speed. Her yanking and hammering turned into a sudden, sharp push. Since Tia had spent so much time trying to get up, she thought she would most kindly reward her efforts by toppling her over, forcing her completely onto the curb with Cecil on top, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with her.

Tia of course had no idea what was going on in her opponent's crazy mind. She was almost certain her opponent had a screw loose and if she couldn't get this girl off then the match might end before it began. Tia couldn't allow herself to lose that easily and thus gave that headbutt everything she could.

Truly Tia felt like she was making some progress with getting herself back up. Her mind telling her she just had to do that, she just had to get to her feet to turn all this around. "Wha!" The girl was crying out in confusion when suddenly all that force came against her in a push. Tia was so focused on what was being done to her before that the sudden push had her completely caught unexpected. "Ugh!" Tia groaned on the mat now right down on that mat and with the worst person on top of her.

Finally!

Cecil fell, and then, collapsed onto her opponent in a clash of sweaty, near-bare bodies. After a brief moment of recovery, she rolled off her opponent, stood up on bended knees, and flipped Tia onto her back.

"Oh, look! The taunting's back! Must have been drowned out by the sound of your mediocrity." She said, as she settled into a series of stomach stomps. "A minor issue I insist on rectifying." "You, I mean. Not your mediocrity, that really can't be helped."

Tia was panting and sweaty herself after all the struggling she'd had to do in this match already. Her arms were crying out as she had taken quite a few hits and pulls on them. Groaning as she was rolled onto her back Tia was about to get up when she felt that first stomp on her stomach.

"Gah!" The girl coughed as she felt that first stomp and it didn't stop there. Tia didn't even have time to retort against Cecil as the stomps rained down and worked to knock the wind out of the girl. Her body almost twitching on the mat as she felt blow after painful blow hit her. The girl's mind racing to find a way out of this mess not wanting to just go down like this. Her opponent's personality only fueling her desire not to lose.

"D'awww. The loser in her natural state. Poor Little Miss-" Cecil paused, although her stomping didn't. Something Grocer, wasn't it? "-Okay, so I don't know your name, but your obituary will solve that problem."

Well, so she had this in the bag, or so she thought. The next half an hour of so would be spent wailing on a wimp too weak to defend herself. I mean, it wasn't like she put up quite the fight before going down earlier. What could go wrong with a little bit of theatrics?

Rather than continue stomping, her leg came down on Tia's stomach again, as if going for another stomp, only for it to pause and step over Tia. The other leg followed as Cecil went into a run that bounced her off the ropes and sent her back, her right arm prepped for a running elbow drop into Tia's already hrut gut.

"Guh...gah....ugh!" Tia had no time to say anything but those cries as the blows continued to rain down on her stomach. It was the first time in recent memory that Tia had been so brutally beaten down in such a hurry. The girl was struggling to even accept that something like that could happen much less find a way to counter it. "You bi-gah!" Tia tried to get her insults out, but wasn't going to be able to do something like that while she was getting wailed on like this. The only positive was that her opponent could hardly try to get a surrender from her like this.

Her only hope was that her opponent would take her lightly and Tia hated that she had to hope for such an uncertain thing. "Geh..." Tia panted out when suddenly the next stomp didn't come. Her eyes quickly followed the girl racing towards the ropes and realized what was coming. This was the only chance that Tia had and she had to not only avoid whatever was coming but deliver some sort of counter.

Tia waited for her opponent to come in seeing that it'd be an elbow drop. She needed Cecil to drop her guard and commit to her move. When she started to come down Tia turned slightly and rapidly rose her knee up hoping to use Cecil's force to drive her knee into her opponent before that elbow could hit her.

The knee hit her just as she was coming down, straight in the abbs, and an agony bomb exploded around her stomach. Her voice chose to express this pain in a series of not-quite-intelligible shrieks that somehow still managed to convey a sense of 'You bitch! You bitch!" as she stumbled backwards from Tia, both hands clutching her stomach, her upper body doubling over in pain and practically quivering, her head bent down and eye closed shut.

Tia almost growled out as she drove that knee upwards into Cecil's stomach. The girl having been waiting the whole match to deliver some sort of painful strike to Cecil. "Those...are my...words." The girl panted out as she tried to quickly get to her feet. Tia was groaning in pain her body screaming at her, but her pride telling her to get up now before it was too late. While the one thing Tia wanted most was to rest and recover she had to do something while Cecil was still in that state. If she could make it Tia would hurry forward and deliver a powerful kick upwards into her exposed chin. The one thing Tia couldn't stand was being looked down on and now Cecil had made her angry enough to do whatever it took to win.