Marzia Servelli vs. Lara Toshinatsu

[CaptainL]

Marzia grit her teeth, wrapping her grip tighter around Lara's ankle and arching her back further to apply more pressure to the joint. The smaller girl recoiled in pain, ceasing in her attempts to get to the ropes and going still. Looking back over her shoulder, Marzia could see the fear and distress in Lara. For a moment, she paused, biting her lip. She almost felt bad for her, and wondered if she was going too far; after all, this was hardly an even matchup. But she shook that out of her head. She couldn't go soft, Gail had told her as much!

Despite her misfortune, Lara still found her own ways to fight back. It would cause her some trouble, bending herself into an awkward position, but she still managed to get up - and with Marzia focused on her own hold, she wasn't paying much heed to what Lara was doing. When the blue-haired girl swept her up by the ankles, Marzia let out a gasp, falling back and letting go of her opponent. "What-!? Hey-!"

It was an embarrassing position to be in, as Marzia landed with a thud on her back, pulled off her feet by Lara rolling her weight forward. She felt cheated. Marzia had no right being pinned so easily by such a smaller opponent - but here she was, and the referee had rolled over, counting "ONE!"

But it wouldn't last long. Marzia clenched her teeth and kicked up, looking to get her way out of the pin. "Not so fast-!"

[FinyBoy]

Somehow, Lara managed to get out of that massively dire predicament. Even better was the fact that she had managed to throw her opponent off balance and roll her up for a pin attempt. Even her own alien genius was just too strong for feeble minded humans, such as the girl she was facing tonight.

But regardless of how much of a "genius" she really was, it wouldn't help her secure a win here. No sooner had the ref counted "One," did Marzia kick out, sending the smaller girl flying halfway across the ring. It wouldn't exactly be too difficult to get out of such a flimsy pin attempt, given both the size difference, and the state of Lara's leg.

Upon being flung, the alien girl landed hard on her injured leg. "YEEEOWW!" she yelped as she crumpled back to the ground and clutched her ankle. Even if Lara wanted to boast about her intellect, nothing could change the damage that Marzia had done to her ankle in such a short time. No amount of brains could stop the pain, nor could they get her into a more favorable position in this match. Even the audience could see that this girl was in way over her head.

[CaptainL]

Especially given Lara's small stature, it was an impressive feat for her to be able to pull a larger opponent's footing out from under her. A few voices in the crowd cheered at the sight of it, already getting invested in the action. Marzia, seeing people cheering her getting pinned, didn't know if this meant her heel act was working or if she should be angry. But whatever the case was, she had found herself in a predicament she would need to deal with. Lara had caught her off-guard, leaving the Italian girl vulnerable to being swept up. But now that she knew what she was up against, she wasn't going to let such things happen again - and she kicked out of the pin, freeing herself!

Marzia climbed to her feet, catching her breath as she shook herself and dusted herself off. When she looked back at her opponent, she saw that her ankle lock was catching up to her, as Lara doubled over in pain. A smirk came to Marzia's face, knowing that she had the advantage, and with Lara stunned, she was able to act. She wanted to make sure her next move would land with a bang.

Storming over to Lara, Marzia grabbed her by the hair, trying to drag her roughly to her feet. If successful, she would use her hold on her to whip her across the ring, aiming to land her against the turnbuckles. It was a more brutal and underhanded move than she was usually comfortable with - but whatever worked! "You think THAT'S bad? I've got a lot more-!"

[FinyBoy]

Still plagued with the unpleasant pain that was shooting through her leg, Lara was finding it difficult to get back to her feet. She heard the fans cheering for her in the briefest of moments, but that quickly died down as soon as she was thrown off of her opponent. For a moment, she thought that maybe they had begun to recognize her.

That sentiment was very short lived, as her opponent had already shaken off her surprise, and was now pulling Lara up to her feet. Once again, the pain in her leg would cause her to waiver during her journey back to a standing position, but she would get there eventually.

Then, Marzia would whip the poor Alien girl into the corner. Once the bluenette reached her destination, more horrors awaited her. Her head smacked into the turnbuckle hard. "OOF!" she let out, clutching the wounded area and swirling around with dizziness.

[CaptainL]

The crowd may have only cheered for Lara largely because she was standing up against Marzia, staying strong in the face of adversity, but they cheered nonetheless. But that excitement wouldn't last long for the blue-haired girl, as soon the reality would set in. Not only had she taken quite a beating at Marzia's hands, making it difficult for her to center herself, Marzia was quickly taking advantage of her larger size as she pulled Lara back to her feet. It was practically effortless to hoist up the lightweight - not to mention to send her flying; with a shove from the Italian's arm, she was sent clear across the ring and into the turnbuckles, delivering Lara face-first into the hard surface of their pads. Any cheering the crowd had for Lara was soon drowned out by boos, as they cursed out Marzia's underhanded tactics.

Gritting her teeth, Marzia gave it no heed. Just focus, don't let it get to you, she told herself. She stormed over to where Lara had fallen and grabbed her by the head, moving to shove it against the turnbuckle a few more times to good measure. "How about...some more...of that!" she shouted, punctuating her words with the blows.

[FinyBoy]

To say that Lara was in a bad way right now would be quite the understatement. No, she was in a worse way. The poor alien girl was practically halfway out on her feet after her face slammed into that turn buckle. Even the crowd cheers that were mean for her weren't really registering right now. So when Marzia came back for more, all the bluenette could really do was just take it.

"Oof! Aaf! Ugh! Ouah!"

Each slam to the turn buckle just seemed to knock her more and more senseless. Shooting stars were flying in and out of her vision like meteorites on a clear night sky. By the time Marzia was done turning Lara's face into an alien pancake, the pink girls limbs had practically gone limp, and her head was still swirling around in dizziness.

[CaptainL]

Again and again the blows came, as Marzia was bashing Lara's head unceremoniously into the turnbuckle. The Italian grit her teeth, narrowing her brow as she sucked in a breath. It might have been cruel, perhaps excessively so - but she needed to prove that she meant business. Lara wasn't just an opponent, she was how Marzia was going to send a message. If anyone was watching this match right now, they could expect to face the same.

Soon enough, Marzia stepped back, taking a breath. She'd grown tired with the punishment she was unleashing, and she needed the moment to regroup. Lara, of course, was considerably worse off, as she slumped back dizzily against Marzia. Unfortunately for her, it wouldn't get much better. All those blows to the head were only Marzia's way of softening her foe up for what was to come now - as she tucked Lara's head in her arms before kicking back, looking to slam it into the mat with a DDT!

[FinyBoy]

"Uuuuuh..." moaned the the incoherent girl from outer space. As she slumped back in a dizzy stupor, the haze in her mind was beginning to cloud her already questionable judgement. "I'm... a really good... alien..." she mumbled incoherently. The ring post that her head just got slammed into seemed to be multiplying and spinning around in circles, right before her eyes.

But that sight wouldn't be beheld by the bluenette for too long. Suddenly, and without warning, Lara was jerked around and stuffed underneath Marzia's armpit. Not a second later, her small head got spiked into the canvas, hard. "UGH!" Her whole body did a somersault as she was flipped right into the mat.

Now spread-eagle and on her back, it took all of Lara's effort to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Back and forth, the alien girl's head lolled back and forth, as if there was some part of her trying to still stay in this travesty of a match.

[CaptainL]

Marzia had no idea what Lara was going on about. But in all honesty, she wasn't sure if anyone was. She was weird enough as it were, and after having her head repeatedly bashed into the turnbuckles, Lara was hardly going to be the most lucid of individuals. But all that was just a prelude to another collision, as Marzia circled her arm around Lara's sore head before kicking off the ground to slam her down face-first into the mat!

She felt the thud of the lightweight's body against the canvas as she sunk into the mat, dazed. Lara was thrown onto her back from the momentum as she went rolling, a sight that made even Marzia look on with surprise; either she didn't know her own strength of Lara was just that easy. Nevertheless, the Italian had an opportunity, as she looked out to see Lara flat on her back and no doubt dazed from all the punishment she'd received. This could well take her out of the match, and that was something Marzia was looking to find out, as she dove closer to hook Lara's leg and go for a pin! The ref fell at her side, moving to start the count.

"One!"

[FinyBoy]

As Lara hit the mat, she could feel the lights beginning to turn off at home. As she found herself splayed out on the mat, her body resisting her commands to get back up, she felt the pressure of her opponent laying her body on top of the girl in pink's. This would be the first time that Lara noticed how heavy Marzia was. The weight was kind of suffocating, in all honesty, and definitely wasn't what Lara was hoping to feel, in addition to everything else.

Then, the ref started counting. The first count came, then the second.

"Two!"

But Lara didn't want things to end like this. She had yet to even really do anything, and she was already on the verge of losing! An alien would never let this happen! She needed to stay in this, even if she was practically out of it as it was.

As the ref's hand approached the mat for the third time, Lara's arm shot upwards, flying across her body, and just getting her shoulder off the mat at the last possible moment!