Starting So Early? (Submission Match: Sylva vs. Louise)

[ZorzLeth]

At that point, as Louise was going to charge Sylva, the latter decided to turn things around and get back on the offensive. As Louise would come in to perform a running body smash, Sylva would grip the ropes, plant her feet on the turnbuckle and make a small jump over Louise. If this worked, Louise would hit the corner and Sylva would follow it up with a European uppercut.

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If that worked, she would grip Louise by the arm, then throw her into another corner, where she would follow it up with a body splash of her own.

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[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise lunged at her opponent as quickly as she could but hit her head against the turnbuckle. Surprised, she turned around to face the ring and came across Sylva who had managed to jump over the little French girl and greeted her with a European Uppercut which made the Wildcat sigh in pain who remained stuck against the corner.

“Nghh..”

It was now Sylvia's turn to throw Louise against a corner of the ring and use a body splash but as soon as Louise reached the new corner, she turned around to face the ring and dropped down to slide between her opponent's legs and let Sylva bump into the corner. But Louise remained on the ground for a few seconds, remaining on her knees panting with fatigue... Her endurance was not her strong point and running from corner to corner was not her best idea.

[ZorzLeth]

Sylva had managed to get out of the corner and perform that uppercut on Louise. Then, when she whipped Louise into a corner and was about to body splash her against it, Louise had managed to move out of the way. Sylva grunted as she rammed into the corner, but it was fine. It was clear that she had better endurance than her opponent; which was made clear.

She would turn and see Louise on the floor. Deciding to take advantage of this, and deciding to end this charade, Sylva would pick Louise up. Then, she would rest of her opponent on her shoulders, as she was about to perform a finishing move called "Final Rites". She would start spinning Louise around before dropping her in a powerbomb.

If this worked, she would then try to go for a pin.

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[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise had perhaps managed to dodge her opponent's Body Splash as Sylva had done previously but unlike her opponent, the Frenchwoman had not had time to land a blow and take the advantage. Worse still, she didn't even have time to get up before her opponent forced her to.

“Nghh..!”

The Wildcat tried to struggle weakly to push Sylva away but it seemed useless. Her opponent lifted her without much difficulty, very high in the air, enough to make the little French girl dizzy, who had never found herself so high, before being thrown to the ground with a powerful powerbomb. We had already seen the French's resistance against strikes but the slams were completely different, not many people succeeded within Louise's range and her body was not yet used to this kind of thing. She seemed paralyzed because of the pain in her back and the referee didn't waste a second to count the pinfall.

“ONE!..”

[ZorzLeth]

Having picked the cocky runt and spun her around, Sylva was able to drop her in a powerbomb. Soon, the little French girl was slammed hard onto the canvas, left in a state of shock, as Sylva went through the powerbomb with a pinfall.

"ONE!"

That was the first word the Sylva heard as the referee came in to count the pin. Now all that was left was for Sylva to maintain the pin; so long as Louise didn't break the pin.

TWO!

Sylva could feel time coming to a slow crawl. It was always moments like these that made time feel so slow. Sometimes Sylva hated pins and prefer a simple knockout cause this feel could make her feel impatient. Soon, though, the referee was about ready to count...

[Bearhug Goddess]

“ONE!”

Louise had already been on the ground for a second, motionless and unable to move. The French girl was still dazed and didn't know what was happening, to be honest, she hadn't even heard the start of the pinfall. She only began to regain consciousness in the second second.

"TWO !"

This time not at all, Louise was trapped in a pinfall. The Frenchwoman had to pull herself together and push Sylva away to resume this match but she felt so helpless. The fatigue from the backstage brawl and the match was starting to be seriously felt and the powerbomb didn't help her get better. She growled slightly as she tried to push Sylva away but in vain, she had lost this match.

“THREE!!”

[ZorzLeth]

As the referee counted, Sylva could tell that Louise was trying to push back and get out of the hold, but the damage was done. The earlier fight backstage, coupled with the devastating moves Sylva pulled in this match, took its toll. And Sylva had no trouble holding Louise in place.

Eventually, the referee counted to three and the bell rang. This signified the end of the match. Sylva released Louise without much hassle and stood tall as she took in the victory.

She would wave and cheer at the crowd. At the same time, she noticed Louise on the ground. Normally, Sylva would help someone up if they deserved her respect. But not this case. In her eyes, Louise was this arrogant punk that tried to get the drop on her, act cocky during that and this match, and deserved much more than this. Louise was not worth the time, as Sylva continued to rile up the audience cheer. She got onto one corner and waved to the crowd.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise remained lying on the ground for a few seconds panting while she heard the audience congratulate her opponent on her victory. She stood up to find herself sitting watching her opponent celebrate her victory. Not a word or even a look was exchanged between the two wrestlers. The Frenchwoman was angry, with herself for not having found the strength to push Sylva back at the worst moment but also with her opponent who had dominated her at several points in the match.

As she got up, she already imagined herself attacking her opponent who was standing on the corners to make the crowd even noisier... But the Frenchwoman preferred to save her hatred for another time. She growled slightly and left the ring silently, leaving without saying a word or even sabotaging her opponent's celebration. She just wanted to get this evening over with as quickly as possible by returning home.