Diana Rial VS Alyssa Monroe

[Dokki]

If she had proven nothing else, Diana had at last displayed her amazing endurance and ability to take punishment. But once again her endurance would be tested as Alyssa grabbed a handful of her sweat laden hair and began to roughly drag her away from the ropes. The rookie would let out a whine as the roots of her hair was yanked and she would kick her heels against the mat trying to keep up with her opponent’s movements so that her black hair would be pulled out from her skull.

At last the Brit came to a stop but Diana’s troubles were far from over. The Brazilian fealt her tireed legs being folded under her opponent’s denim cover but followed by Alyssa’s white hands on her chin. The blonde rocked backwards and Diana was lifted up in the air with her already brutalized spine, arched against the English woman’s knees.

Diana let out horrid cry and flailed her week arms in the air. The audience that had been rooting for the young Brazilian to keep fighting were now wishing she would submit and end her own misery. Diana herself wasn’t sure why she persisted so definitely. She wanted to hate Alyssa but in all reality it was Diana that was allowing this torture to continue.

The Referee was down on her knees asking for Diana’s submission. The Brazilian just stared back at her with frantic tear filled green eyes. The rookie's mind went blank. The Referee asked if she wanted to give up, reducing the answer to an easy “yes” or “no”. Of course the answer to whether or not she “wanted” to submit was “no” but the answer to whether or not she “should” submit was entirely different. Diana had accepted long ago accepted that she was weaker than Alyssa but to come out and admit it verbally was too much. Diana would shake her head to the Referee's question, risking potentially severe injury just to protect her young pride. Diana desperately hoped that her refusal to give up would be enough to convince her opponent to release the excruciating hold.

[Devastated]

Alyssa felt that head of Diana shake a bit within her grasp, it seemed as if Diana Rial wasn't about to tap out or surrender as she refused to give in to Alyssa's submission hold. The blonde would grit her teeth a bit, visibly baring her fangs as she would continue the painful bow and arrow submission for a few more seconds, before she'd roll forward and put Diana back down onto her front. Keeping her hands against that chin and those legs.

Shaking her head for a moment, Alyssa got an idea. She'd move her knees off of Diana's back and instead try and place her big, heavy, black boots onto that back. Adjusting herself a little bit, Alyssa would then try and rock backwards again. She aimed to try and roll back onto her own back again and put Diana into a painful bow and arrow submission hold once more, yet....this time with more of an arch on that body as both her boots would dig into that back and she'd try to straighten her legs up as much as she could while keeping a hold on Diana's chin and ankles.

" Bloody tosser! Don't know when to quit huh?! Feeling tough huh?! We'll fucking see about that, luv." Alyssa spoke out as she would try and put Diana's back through hell. The young Brazilian seemed resilient no doubt. She didn't know if this would make Diana tap, but she was sure it would hurt.

[Dokki]

Diana feared she had been wrong in assuming that Alyssa would release her after the Bow and Arrow hold failed to make her tap. At last, the Brit would lay Diana back down on the mat but the defenseless rookie knew better than to be relieved as Alyssa maintained her grasp on the Rookie’s chin and quickly adjusted her hold, stepping on Diana's worn out back with her heavy combat boots.

Again Diana was hoisted into the air but this time her spine had less surface area to lay atop and was bent in a horrible arch over Alyssa's feet. The patterns on the bottom's of the British delinquent's boot's pressed into Diana’s slick brown skin, twisting and pulling it. The normally quiet girl screamed out again as her back was tortured yet again. Her ribs showed through her glistening skin every time she gasped for air.

The referee did her job, asking for Diana’s submission. Despite her flowing tears, Diana would stubbornly cry out ”N-Nooooo!”

[Devastated]

Alyssa had just ramped up the hold rather well right now, as she was putting a incredibly painful arch onto that body of the Brazilian rookie, the crowd started to cheer for Diana and jeer at Alyssa. It looked as if they had picked the underdog to cheer for, as Alyssa while fighting rather fair, was the one that seemed like the heel in this scenario with how cruel her holds and strikes could be, her rather un-wrestling like fighting so far earning her not a lot of favor with the crowd.

It didn't seem as if Diana wanted to tap out though, something which caused Alyssa to click her tongue in frustration as she would continue her hold for a bit after that loud scream from Diana. Though it didn't seem as if the woman would tap. It looked kinda hopeless to make her tap out through a hold such as this, and it was a bit of an awkward hold that was putting a bit of a strain on Alyssa's own arms.

Soon enough Alyssa would release that chin and those legs, attempting to launch Diana off of her feet and have the raven haired fighter crash down onto her front after a light launch up into the air. The British girl would start to rise up towards her feet, rolling her shoulders as she did. A bit annoyed that Diana seemed to be quite resilient.

[Dokki]

After enduring seemingly unbearable pain for several seconds, Diana would be released from the hold, sent flying off her opponent’s feet with a powerful kick. The beaten and battered rookie would let out a cry and roll on her front as she hit the mat. Her body would quiver as she hurried her face in her arms and cried.

She would not spend long sniffing before she lifted her head. The rookie would try to push her self up but a sharp pain in her back sent her falling flat again. For a few terrifying seconds, Diana feared she might actually be paralyzed but she dispelled this fear by moving her toes. Relieved by this discovery, Diana would lift her head again and begin dragging herself toward the ropes on her belly like a soldier trying to avoid machine gun fire.

The ropes seemed miles away and she was moving at a snails pace. Each movement caused her body to tense with pain, but still Diana continue moving. She had to keep moving. She was a wrestler, if she wasn’t fighting then what was she good for!

[Devastated]

Alyssa let out a puff of air as she remained on her back for a few seconds, she wasn't exactly a cruel person. In her mind a fight was a fight and a win meant a win, though even she thought that this Diana was a bit of a glutton for punishment as she hadn't given up yet. There was a difference in levels between them, that much was clear...part of her commended the Brazilian for fighting on, another part of her felt pretty annoyed that she would have to keep beating up on the girl.

Groaning out a bit as she pushed herself upwards, she would shake her head a little. Cranking her neck to the right as she would then pound her left fist into her right palm, psyching herself up again to continue beating on this girl until she gave up. She didn't like it, but she was going to do it! After all, winning meant more money and she had her own things to take care of here!

Stepping after the crawling girl, Alyssa would attempt to reach down and grab at a handful of black hair, trying to pull and guide Diana Rial up towards her feet, facing away from the blond. If she could guide her up, Alyssa would quickly try and slip both arms up in underneath those armpits and try to lock in a quick full nelson hold, pushing her front tightly against Diana's as she would try and put the pressure on the back of Diana's neck and effectively trap the young woman's limbs. " How bout it luv. Ready to throw in the towel?"

[Dokki]

Diana was only able to drag herself a couple of inches before being yanked up by her hair. She groaned and grabbed her opponent’s wrist with her weak hands before being pulled to her feet. The Brazilian athletic legs buckled as she tried to stand on her own but unbearable pain coursed through her battered spine.

Alyssa would slider her hands under Diana's dripping armpits and place the exhausted South American in a full Nelson. ”Gahhh—“ Diana groaned but this was nothing compared to what she had just endured. Alyssa would take over the Referee's job and ask Diana if she was ready to submit. The rookie grit her teeth angrily before giving her answer. ”hah...hah...n-no...” Diana would try and thrash back and forth in an attempt to break free but alas, her strength had left her and she would accept her fate, going still in her opponent’s clutches.

[Devastated]

Alyssa felt how Diana was weakly struggling within her arms, showing that she was still fighting but...it wasn't a very impressive struggle, sluggish flailing left and right from a woman that looked as if she was about to collapse at any moment. Alyssa would huff out against that sweat covered neck of Diana's. She let out an annoyed groan as she would then throw a smirk up on her face.

Her cocky voice would speak into Diana's ear. " Then I'll have to end you, tosser." Alyssa spoke out, before she would whisper into Diana's ear. " Come back at me after some training." Alyssa's voice dripped with confidence and cockiness as she let out this whisper into Diana's ear. Before her arms started to slip out of Diana's armpits. The left arm of Alyssa would quickly try to grasp that left arm of Diana, and slide up up along the South American's shoulder, as the blonde Brit would try and slid her other arm up around that neck of Diana Rial. Attempting to clasp both her hands together and try and lock in a chicken wing sleeper.

Not done yet, Alyssa would stomp her heavy black boot against the back of Diana's knee to try and down the woman onto one knee. As she'd try and then snap her legs around Diana's waist, as if they were the jaws of a shark. Trying to squeeze and crush that waist with her legs as she aimed to lock in her finisher; Deathlock.

[Dokki]

Alyssa whispered into Diana’s ear that the match would soon be ending soon. The Brit’s hot breath and venomous tone made Diana wince in disgust. She would then have her arm seized and pulled in such away as to strain her shoulder terribly while also being caught in a chokehold by her opponent's free hand.

”Aiiiiieeee!!!” The battered rookie screamed as the muscles in her arm were strained and her ligaments threatened to tear. As if the pain in her shoulder wasn’t enough, Alyssa’s combat boot would drive into the back of Diana’s knee, forcing the screaming girl to take a knee, bowed in front of her brutal opponent. Once she was in this submissive position, Alyssa leapt up and wrapped her legs around Diana’s slick fit waist, crushing her sexy midsection with her powerful legs.

Tears streamed down Diana’s face. The pain was severe and there was no hope of escape. Even if she hadn’t been her current broken state it was unlikely she would have been able to escape her opponent’s finishing move. Worse than the searing pain in her shoulder was the damage done to her pride. She had been utterly demolished in her second match at LAW, a failure she would not easily forget.

“I’m sorry!” She thought, apologizing to her friend Samantha who had taken her in and trained her and to her siblings back in Brazil. She had failed them.

Diana rapidly slapped her hand against her opponent's arm, signaling her submission and solidifying her defeat.

[Devastated]

Alyssa's legs tightened around that well toned but sweat covered waist as she started to squeeze, wrenching that arm up and locking her other arm around the woman's neck, tightening the hold on that neck and starting to choke Diana out. After she had brought the woman down onto her side onto the canvas they soon enough began to tap. Alyssa smirked as the referee moved in beside the two and started to call for the bell...

The blonde would smirk once again as she kept Diana locked in tight as long as she could, until the bell actually rang before she would start to slide her arms off of the woman. Alyssa would keep herself laying pressed against Diana's back. She'd place her head besides the woman so her mouth was close to the woman's ear.

" Next time, I want more a challenge." Alyssa spoke out in a venomous tone as she would slide her legs away from Diana and push the woman's head down against the mat, pushing it down as she would try and rise up towards her feet.