Saraya kneeled on the mat of the ring, her hair clinging to her face due to the sweat pouring from her. It had been a fair fight, up to this point. Under her, the other woman wiggled around, trying to escape from her hold.

'Fuck let me go'

Saraya laughed and shook her head, looking down over her opponent. Her face scrunching up as she held her, not ready for the others sudden attack to busy counting down the seconds.

Suddenly, she's flat on her stomach, bouncing up off the surface of the ring floor. Rolling away from the girl about to jump on her, suddenly back to her feet. The two trading a knowing glance.