Submission Supremacy! Finlay Zeffer(D) vs Izzia Oskevic

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Match Type: Submission - Victory can only be attained by tapping out or verbally to a submission move

Finlay cracked his neck as he finished adjusting his ring gear in preparation for his debut match in LAW. Wearing long red wrestling tights with elaborate maori designs on each leg with a black belt. He also wore black wrestling boots with white laces and orange soles with orange studs on the sides. With his arms he wore black fingerless gloves with orange knuckles and palms. Wrapped around his wrists and up his fore arms is red athletic tape. On his right shoulder also is another maori tribal tattoo.Looking up at the mirror he nodded to himself as he exited the dressing room.

Walking out onto the LAW backstage halls the New Zealand native made his way to the entrance ramp, a serious snd determined expression on his face. ‘A mixed submission match huh? Hope my opponet, whoever she is, is ready to submit.’ He thought to himself convicted in his drive to win his debut match as his entrance music, Alchemy by Brandon Yates began playing.

Coming out and posing with one arm in the air and his eyes closed red and yellow fireworks went off. Snapping his eyes open Fin would then dash down the ramp before leaping up clear through the gap between the middle and top rope as he landed into a roll before popping to his feet. Running up the side of a corner he would pose with an arm up before hopping down and leaning against it waiting for his opponet.

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Backstage, Izzia was both excited and nervous for her next match - her first mixed event in LAW. She checked her hair, tightened her golden fingerless gloves and smoothed down her skirt in preparation. She sucked in a shuddering breath to calm herself down. It would be a new experience, taking on a male opponent in the ring, but she had to approach it with confidence!

Izzia Oskevic

As Cosmic Ninja – Yeah Right started playing, the young Pole strutted out to the top of the entrance ramp, her flimsy wrestling skirt swishing from side to side with the sway of her hips as she moved. She raised both hands to the sky, fingers extended as she made her way down to the ring, doing her best to look confident for the fans, and for her opponent.

With an athletic bound she jumped onto the apron and vaulted over the top rope, landing neatly inside the ring to face her opponent. Her eyes widened a little as she took in the New Zealander - he was taller and heavier than her, but more than that he was achingly attractive in her eyes. She shook her head, knowing she couldn't let those thoughts take root if she wanted to have any chance of actually beating him in the match!

"You ready to do this?" Izzia snapped sharply, folding her arms beneath her breasts and locking eyes with the man. "Hope you won't be going easy just because I am a woman!"

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The Kiwi’s eyes snapped up to the entrance ramp as his opponet made her entrance. Taking in her apperance as she walked down the ring he admitted she was conventionally speaking, pretty attractive. But that was the last thought on his mind as he cracked his knuckles while watching her come down sizing her up in every action she was taking. ‘Nice athleticism at least.’ He thought to himself as she vaulted over the ring before she faced him and made her declaration making him run a hand through his hair. “Trust me I never go easy on anyone man or woman. Just don’t take it to hard when I make you tap out.” He responded back to her jab with his own hard tone as he was already in full on competition mode raring to go against the slightly smaller woman. Though he had doubts he hoped she would at least put up some kinda fight.

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Izzia grinned enticingly at Finlay's response, looking him up and down appreciatively. She advanced towards him, nodding to the referee.

"I'm glad to hear it, boy," she said curtly. "I promise I won't go easy either!"

And with that the referee rang the bell to signal the start of the match. The young Polish grappler immediately leapt forward, looking to lock up with her taller opponent. She would initially try to get hold of one of Finlay's arms, attempting to twist it into an armbar to start of the match on the front foot!

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Finlay smirked back at her challenging attitude. “Bring it on princess.” He said turning her own nickname against her before the bell would ring prompting him to put up a guard. As she jumped up and locked up with him he would turn around the ring grunting with her as she tried to trap one of his arms. Not willing to let her have such an advantage early on though he’d let her have it. Only for him to pull close to her and send a knee to her stomach. If successful in stunning her he would attempt to pull his arm free only to throw it and his other arm around her head to force her down against his chest for a side headlock in order to try snd wear her out a bit.

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At first Izzia thought her attempted armbar was going to succeed, but before she could really lock it in, she found herself pulled close to Finlay's body, whereupon the New Zealander sent a knee up into her stomach.

"UNGH!" Izzia yelped as she was doubled over by the blow, and Finlay swiftly transitioned into a side headlock, pressing Izzia's face against his body. She felt herself beginning to blush and she wriggled in his grip, placing her hands against his hips and trying to push against him and pull herself free.

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Finlay smirked as he cranked on her head with the headlock wearing her down as much as he could while he had her in his grasp. Feeling her hands against his hips trying to push him away he grunted and spread his feet to keep her from doing so while squeezing her head between his arms trying to milk the move for as much he could. Though he knew that wouldn’t be for much longer as even despite planting his feet he was starting to slide from her pushing.

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Izzia could feel Finlay beginning to shift a little bit as he tried to keep her stuck in the headlock, the young Pole wriggling and pushing in an effort to get loose.

If she managed to slip loose, Izzia would then try to wrap her legs around both of the tall New Zealander's, before shoving hard, trying to trip him and send him toppling forward. If all went to plan, she would follow him down, landing on top of Finlay and wrapping her hands around his chin, trying to pull him into a body stretch.

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Finlay grunted as the Pole finally managed to slip past his arms. Before he could follow up he felt her slender legs slip between his own followed by a shove sending him forward. Grunting he would push his hands in front of him as he’d land and roll forward. Once safe he would turn and throw his leg out expecting her to follow him in an attempt to capitalize. If he was correct he would hopefully manage to sweep her legs out from under her bringing her down to the mat.

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The first half of Izzia's plan worked flawlessly as she managed to trip her adversary, sending Finlay falling forward. However, it seemed she had underestimated him, as he reacted quickly, rolling forward with the momentum away from her. She darted forwards, still hoping to press her advantage, but the New Zealander guessed her move, kicking backwards as she approached.

"WAAGH!" she yelped as Finlay's long leg swept her legs out from under her. Taken by surprise, the Polish Princess tumbled to the ground in an undignified heap, momentarily vulnerable to Finlay's follow up!