Finlay Zeffer vs Nela Ribeiro

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Landing the drop kick dead on FInlay would land back first as a result of the move before kipping up to his feet. Seeing his opponent now leaning against the ropes Finlay would nod to himself and wait for her to push herself... His train of thought would get cut off as he saw Nela look up at him with a shit eating grin Something that made his eyes narrow. 'Change of plans.' He thought to himself as he darted towards the woman, arm out to try and land a clothesline on the woman!

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'Works every time' Thought Nela as she would duck under the incoming attack at the very last second, stepping right behind Finley and threading one them between his legs, the other going for a half-nelson. Then pushing off with her feet she would attempt to toss her opponent over the ropes and in the direction of the announcer's table.

If her plan got that far she would run to the other end of the ring, rebounding off the ropes and using the added momentum to dive between the ropes with a drop kick which if she calculated right, should catch her opponent just as he was getting back to his feet.

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Finlay saw the annoying smirk from Nela and was immediately annoyed, incensed by it he would charge forward, trying to crash into the girl and send her right out of the ring! Unfortunately, before he could connect with her she took action, grabbing him and effectively spilling him out of the ring and sending him crashing onto the floor below!

"Ngh!" Finlay groaned softly as he started to push himself up to his feet, looking up just in time to see Nela coming flying through the ropes, crashing feet first into his chest! "GAH!" He yelled in pain, getting flung backwards crashing against the announcers table and sliding down against it, holding his chest while his face scrunched up in pain.

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The hard part about the high-flying moves was all that momentum coming to a sudden stop, the trick being to make the other person take most of the force on themselves. That's why Nela by far preferred dropkicks and other forms that allowed her body to give way instead of just slamming flat on target. There was also far less risk of some pesky knees folding under her stomach which was a bonus, to say the least. What counted for more though was seeing how Finlay slid down the table which she caught just as she was getting up. "Hell, yeah!!!" She shouted, slapping her knees before raising her hands up high, basking in the cheers from the audience.

Time for celebration was short though, she knew her opponent would without a doubt be up very shortly and she did not intend to give him back the momentum... Not to mention the count that the referee started as they left the ring. To put an end to that little issue, she would walk over to Finlay and try to pull him up to his feet before forcing him under the ropes. Then using the very same ropes she would try to bounce up off of them and land with both feet on the other side, hopefully finding the man she just forced inside, beneath them.

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High flying moves always came with a certain risk to them. Whether that be in an opponent dodging or countering, or even landing the move flush but hitting the mat the wrong way. What was truly dangerous was when you were forcefully put into a high flying position without being prepared for it. Such was the case Finlay found himself in. Charging at Nela had been a mistake as the woman baited him and used his lunge at her to grab and fling him over the ropes, sending him into a wild nose dive that ended with him making a rather hard meeting with the announcers table, taking the wind out of him in the process.

"Ugh..." He groaned as he was then grabbed and pulled up to his feet before being dragged over back to the ring and rolled under it. Naturally he wasn't able to put up a much of a fight with him being pretty winded, and this naturally gave Nela a big opening as she once again used the ropes to attack. This time by sending herself over them... and consequently coming down feet first on his chest, driving any air he had left out! "GUAHHH!" He gasped out in pain, his body bucking and lurching under Nela's feet, painting a rather flattering image of the debuting wrestler as well..

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Getting on someone's nerves was most often a good way to make them make mistakes and Nela was sure happy for it. Just moments ago, things were looking really grim for her and now they took a full 180 turn, letting her really display what she could do. All that bouncing around was at a price though and she certainly has not forgotten the bumps she took either. Just as she thought she could use a breather, a smirk came over her face as another idea came to her mind.

She would drop on top of Finlay, thighs on both sides of his head as if for a schoolgirl pin but before the ref even got down for the count, she would lift his head, moving her legs under him as she locked a figure four around his head. Then she would start to squeeze while still straddling her opponent and pushing her opponent's head up into her crotch.

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Finlay groaned in pain as Nela quite literally stood over him, feet pressed against his chest in a rather unflattering position for the blonde. Worse yet though was the sheer variety of options Nela had in terms of what she could do from it. Any number of things could be done to him and he wasn't in a position to stop hardly any of them once they'd come!

Glaring up at Nela was the most he could muster before the girl dropped down, her rather nicely shaped thighs on either side of him while her crotch laid just ahead. Rather than a pin like he thought though she would instead wrap her legs around his head totally, intending to lock in a figure four headscissors on him! "Mmmmphhhh! Nghhhh!" Groaning and thrashing in her grasp he would pull and grasp at her thighs to loosen them before extending his legs to the side, hoping they were close enough to the bottom ropes for him to hook his foot on the bottom rope.

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Nela was sure some of the audience would have paid to swap places with her opponent now, the sight of it would however have to suffice for them. At the very least it made for a nice show but just then she felt as he tried to loosen her legs. Arms against thighs were hardly an even match even between them but it did distract her enough for Finlay to go for the rope break and without much fuss, Nela would let him go and step back.

She would wait for him to get back up, a wide grin on her face and as soon as he looked at her again she would speak. "I guess you are still on the ropes about me?" She said, making a finger guns gesture at him, wondering if she could finally bring down his serious facade.

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'Mara isn't going to like that.' Finlay thought to himself just knowing he'd hear an ear full from the Ashford after narrowly escaping the rather attractive woman's crotch pressed against his face thanks to a rope break. Using said ropes to help himself up to his feet Finlay would rub his neck slightly before focusing on his opponent as she spoke and raised an eyebrow, seemingly befuddled. "Obviously." He replied, not even registering that she had made a joke and instead just answering back normally before putting his hands up and starting to circle Nela, knowing better now than to underestimate her grappling skill.

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Nela's arms dropped to her sides in disbelief. "Seriously? Nothing?" She asked somewhat frustrated by that and hoping it was just because of the beating he just took. "Did I hit you too hard or are you just averse to having fun?" She continued before getting back into her stance. For the moment it seemed that her opponent was waiting for her to make a move and she would not have them wait long.

Rushing forward and ducking low, Nela would make it look like she was going for a takedown, then at the last moment, she would shift to the side, making her shoot partially past Finlay. Her hands would meet the mat just behind his feet, one leg reaching up while the other kicked off to deliver a scorpion kick to his face.