Shout It Out Loud: Heather Sunderland vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Conditions: Winner forces the loser to a verbal declaration of submission.

Refreshed and refocused. Arlise Christiaens realized that this was what she needed after an uneven first couple of months, and between sitting at the beach with a tablet in her hand to study the past years of her next opponent, finding a fabulous sparring partner, and setting a new weight goal, Lise had found quite a bit of both.

Her usual confidence carried her into the arena, as she quickly thrust aside potentially distracting thoughts and strode into the arena, giving the crowd her typical single, warm wave before she strutted her way down the ring. There was one brief moment where she thought it unfortunate that she had not scrutinized her attire closely, as she peered down at the boots on her feet as she strode her way up the ramp, but she had purposefully selected her gear days before to prevent any obsession over it before the match started.

She strode through the ring, giving a generous blown kiss towards the nearest part of the crowd, but the fanfare slowly trickled its way out of her mind, too, as she whirled towards the stage where Heather Sunderland would appear. A verbal submission match, between the two of them, it was to be, and Lise had given the veteran's film her undivided attention. She was daring, confident, and of most interest to Lise for this particular type of match, possessing of a pair of powerful, dangerous, and attractive legs.

With a stealthy smirk, she gently completed the stretches she had started backstage. Heather would be a pleasure of an opponent, Lise had no doubt, but importantly for this evening, she needed to be a loser.

Spoiler

[TiefBlau]

A verbal submission match--something Heather ceertainly wasn't quite used to doing. With her high-flying style t hat she always used, submissions weren't really something that she did very often..though she knew how to pull them out when it counted, always proud of having beaten her good friend and submission specialist Rei with her lotus lock.

She watched Arlise's entrance, having to admit the girl was definitely quite the looker. She stuck her tongue out a bit, nodding her head a couple times as her theme began to play over she speakers. She came out onto the stage area, the lights having turned to a dark blue in the arena as green laser lights and smoke filled the stage. She was dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini top over that, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots. Her face and arm were glowing a light purple from the bodypaint that she had applied.

She crawled her way down to about mid-ramp, standing up and raising her arms in the air, pyro shooting out from the entrance. She ran the rest of the way down the ramp, sliding underneath the bottom rope and to the corner, getting up onto the middle rope and raisingher hands in the air, pyro shooting down from the ceiling and to the ring. She let out a long breath, jumping down from the ropes and heading to the center of the ring, getting eye to eye with Lise, a big grin on her face.

"A good new match for me! I'm excited to see what you're made of! It'll be good hearing a new voice yelling out her submission to me!" She clearly meant it with no malice or anything--just her usual cocky competitive self, a wide grin on her face.

[Winter]

Lise may have appeared to attend to discarding her accessories, as her bulky gloves and part of her trenchcoat was shed in favor of slimming down into the purple one-piece and skirt, thigh-high socks, and short boots, but her eyes never left the oncoming figure of Heather as the undeniably attractive woman made her rather grandiose entrance into the ring. Her pageantry, Lise did not care to analyze, however; instead, she wanted to ensure that her study of the woman matched the approaching figure. Certainly, they did, she noted, as the other woman joined her in the ring. Similar height, slightly slimmer frame, cut and toned in the right areas.

The temptation to imagine the ways she could bend and constrict that frame to earn her victory already entered Lise's mind, leading to the absent smile on her features as Heather stepped closer to her, but she set them aside. Practicality would be her ally this evening; she supposed she had been getting into her own head too much of late. It was a trend she needed to bring to an end.

The smile faded in favor of a rare grin to match Heather's as the woman made her bold greeting, something that Titania never would take issue with so long as she wasn't facing some untoward cheater. And, as far as she knew, Heather was neither untoward nor a cheater. She hoped she wasn't proven wrong on that matter. "Let me know when you find her," Lise slyly returned, leaning in with a knowing look in her eyes. "You haven't found her here tonight...unless you have someone waiting for you at home."

[TiefBlau]

Heather snickered at Arlise's words, shrugging just a little. "Well I'd definitely love to see you prove that that's not you! Make this an exciting match for me" She said with a wide grin on her face, stretching herself out just a bit. She hopped in place, shaking off her hands a little as she couldn't shake the smirk from her face.

"I like your outfit by the way. That's my favorite color" She said as she stuck her tongue out at the girl, nodding at the whole rules that were being read off by the ref. There was pretty much no rules to the match when it came down to it, the only rule was that the only way to win was to make the opponent verbally submit.

She narrowed her eyes, the bell finally rang as she readied herself immediately, kicking off right after. She rushed straight at Lise, trying to ram right into the girl and tackle her onto her back.

[Winter]

If Lise didn't watch herself, she would start to enjoy the banter with this Heather before either one of them had made the first attempt to force the other to scream her submission. Of course, there was usually no harm in having a fondness for an opponent...but tonight, Titania needed to keep her edge. Though the words that poured from her lips carried no real bite, she continued to size Heather for ways she might best bend her. "You were given the right opponent if you wanted an exciting match. Likely not if you wanted a victory..."

...The compliment on the outfit certainly won her a few more points, however. Failing to notice how easily her vanity was sated, Lise smiled brightly and twisted to the side with a hand on her hip as if posing. "It's one of my favorites. I figured this match was worth it." She soaked in Heather's appreciation for a spare few seconds, ignoring the ref, before her gray eyes tilted to Heather's attire. She didn't need to search for a return compliment, as one finger prodded one of the cords of Heather's fishnet top. "I need one of these," she said, voicing a thought she had already carried and quieted.

Taking a few steps back once the ref asked if they were ready, Lise gave her opponent one sharp, but friendly, nod and pulled the cool air of the arena into her lungs.

Heather was on her like a wildcat as soon as it rang, and Lise battled with the rush of daring that nearly had her willing to take the direct hit and try to work towards an advantage once they were on the mats. She had to watch herself.

Her choice instead was to dodge to the side, keeping a leg in her last position long enough that she hoped it would catch Heather and send her tumbling.

[TiefBlau]

Heather smirked wide at Arlise's response to her compliments, poiting out that she needed one of the fishnet tops that she had. She gave a slight little shrug, sticking her tongue out slightly. "Well maybe after I beat ya, I'll get you one!" She said with that smirk still on her face as the bell finally rang. She rushed straight towards Arlise as she did, aiming that tackle for her straight from the start.

She was hoping she would be able to catch the girl off guard, but unfortunately for her, Arlise was a little more alert than Heather had calculated for. She yelped out as she sidestepped her, the girl's foot right there in front of her, making her trip and fall right over it onto the mat, the front of her body and her face slamming right into the mat.

She grunt out loudly, her body jerking at the impact, making her roll over onto her side as she felt the pain rush through her body. "N-gnuh!! Guhaah..!"

[Winter]

Lise clenched her jaw as Heather thundered into her leg, knocking the redhead's foot a half-meter backward and making her stumble towards that side to get it back beneath her... But Lise glanced down to see Heather's having slammed into the mat by way of her own momentum and writing on the mat. Of course, it was a mild shame with her falling on her face, given it was a nice one, but Titania was not going to waste any time tonight.

Without hesitation, she turned and dropped herself down towards Heather, hips first, and skidded onto her knees beside her opponent as Heather rolled onto her side, trying to grab the woman's nearest arm by the wrist and hand and pull it in close, towards her stomach, so she could wrap her legs around the bicep and tricep and secure the earliest of armbars.

[TiefBlau]

Heather groaned out as she was trying to shake the daze and pain from her body from falling flat like that. She grit her teeth a little, breathing through them in slightly frustration as she tried to start to push herself up . Before she could though, she suddenly felt Lise drop right beside her, grabbing her arm and pulling it in between her legs and to her stomach, causing her eyes to widen as she knew full well what was coming.

She yelled out in pain from the feeling of her locking in that armbar, the pain shooting through her arm immediately, feeling like pins and needles were just assaulting her. She kicked her legs in frustration and in an attempt to endure the pain she was going through, desperately trying to roll her body to loosen and lessen the pressure!

[Winter]

With the rush of success at knowing she had acted so quickly on her opponent's plight, Lise stretched and tightened her legs to better feel and secure Heather's between them, clasped her fingers through her opponent's as she pulled it down, and at first began to drape her self backwards rapidly...but slowed herself into a nearly casual recline as she realized she had Heather right where she wanted her. A focused smile crossed her features as Heather's elbow tucked down against her, and Lise planted the heel of her boot into what felt like Heather's chin to press down and ensure she could bend the hold as far as possible without causing any permanent damage to the shoulder.

She did like Heather so far, after all.

But she worked the hold nonetheless, staring up at the ceiling and absently playing at Heather's fingers, though as her opponent began working to roll her body, her gray eyes tilted down towards her to make sure she wasn't pulling any moves too clever just yet. "You shouldn't think it's too early to give in, Heather...", she lightly teased, before she tightened her thighs around the appendage.

[TiefBlau]

Heather was fighting hard against Arlise as she kept up the armbar, having to admit that the girl was definitely quite skilled in lockingit in and keeping it locked in. The movement that she was taking was doing well to add quite a bit pressure on her arm, the pain surging through it all the while. She felt the heel of her boot push against her chin like that, making her visibly blush, turning her head just a bit to hide that dumb reaction that she had to that. She just kept fighting with Lise all the while.

She reached up at those words, shaking her head as much as she could. "D-don't be ridiculous. I'm not--even close to giving up!" She whined out, grabbing her foot as she did. She moved to lean more and more into Lise, trying to get as much leverage as she could, attempting to roll towards and push at her foot, trying to loosen the hold and fold her legs in towards her.