Mimete vs Rika - Rika's debut

Mimete loses her grip as Rika kicked forcefully kicked out. Apparently it was still too early in the match for Mimete to win even under those circumstances. Mimete fell down a bit and would start to pick ehrself up shaking her head dazedly.

Rika smartly rolled away from her opponent, pushing herself up to her feet, her eye finally clearing up a little as she wiped a tear or two away from it, frowning at her opponent.


"Oh that does it! Your gonna pay for that!"

Mimete then recovered and glared angrily at this upstart. Once again she would go for the hard bitch slap but perhaps she was going to the well once too often.

Rika, having figured this girl was more of a catfighter instead of a wrestler, would expect a slap of some kind, easily ducking under the attempted move and aiming to bend her over with a hard punch to her midsection!

The punch connected with Mimete's soft curves. The amber eyes went wide with shock and pain like she had been impaled and she bent over clutching at her midestion and coughing up a little phlegm. Her knees buckled and she might very well fall to them.

Rika quickly got to her feet, grabbing Mimete by her hair while she was still on her knees, and raised her own knee, trying to smash into the bitches face!

Mimete looked like she was going to raise her hands to block. But ehr reactions were too slow and Rika's knee collided with her face anyhow. Mimete's eyelids fluttered and her pupils rolled a bit as if though she might pass out right there and her arms went limp.

Rika shook her head as Mimete went all but limp in her hands.


"Umm....are you sure your cut out for this?"

Rika sure liked to talk a lot. At least that is what Mimete would have quipped if she had the energy to do so. That last blow had kncoked the wind out of her so for now Mimete was unresponsive.

Rolling her eyes, Rika would force Mimetes head between her legs, signaling to the crowd that she was planning to end things with a piledriver!