[FWC] Lee Seong-ji vs. Heather Sunderland

Others in her field preferred to use implements, tools in their trade - clamps, whips, acid and the like. Seong was skilled was these as well, but unique in her use of jiu-jitsu. Her compatriots often questioned her on it, and she always had a ready reply - skin heals easily. The subject knows that such damage will not last. But a broken bone? It lasts and lasts and lasts. Instilling fear of not just the present, but a painful future.

Needless to say, she ignored Heather's pled and ratcheted the hold even further, tweaking her ankle as fast as she could - the kicking to her own knee was somewhat distressing, though - nothing to worry about, but she saw no reason to risk any damage. The girl was a wounded animal. Why hurry? Why rush? This could be an opportunity - a chance not just to defeat a possible rival, but to send a message to her country's greatest oppressor. To show the futility of their actions and the ultimate result.

She let the hold go and rolled to her feet, crossing her arms behind her back as she walked around Heather, disdain clear on her face.

"Get up." She spoke her first words of the match, right as she tried to give the American dog a swift kick in her back.