Marzia Servelli vs. Lara Toshinatsu

[CaptainL]

Marzia felt Lara's body deflating underneath her as she pressed her weight up against the blue-haired girl, looking to keep her down. She grit her teeth, and her heart was beating faster in her chest. The new Marzia may have been outwardly tough and fearsome, but deep down she was as anxious as ever, and her thoughts were running faster than she could keep up with. Was she about to win? If so, that would be her first win with her new persona - and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She didn't have a good speech prepared to announce her new intentions. Maybe she'd have to think something up quickly.

In any case, Lara managed to get her shoulder up, freeing herself from the pin and Marzia from her own thoughts. The Italian girl was shoved away, and she went staggering back up to her feet, a few steps away from her foe. There, she dusted herself off, glaring back at Lara as she got into a stance. "Alright, alright...not over yet, huh? Well, I'm prepared for that!"

[FinyBoy]

Make no mistake, Lara may have kicked out here, but she was in very little position to fight back in the state she was in. Her ears were still ringing, the world was still spinning, and she wasn't even sure if her leg was still attached to her body. How did this happen? All Lara wanted was to be accepted for who she was, but why would anyone want to do that if this was all she could muster?

"Uuuh.... huuuuuhh..." she moaned as she slowly rolled over onto her front.

Her opponent was apparently in no rush to keep fighting, as she was seemingly waiting for the alien girl to get back up to her feet, albeit at a sloth's speed. It would end up being a pathetic struggle, seeing this girl fail to make it to her feet with her ankle the way that it was. She would eventually get there, assuming Marzia let her make it that far. But even then, the bluenette was nothing but a wobbling mess.

[CaptainL]

As she watched Lara struggle to get up, suddenly, a thought came to Marzia. It was a thought she felt ashamed of at first, wondering if, even for her new assertive persona, it might be just too far. Just the thought it occurred to her was enough to make her feel guilty. But she reminded herself that Gail wouldn't let anything like that keep her down, and that she had to make her mark somehow! Even if she might not like it, she'd still need to make her move.

Marzia gulped, but stepped over to Lara as the blue-haired girl tried to steady herself on her feet. There, she would simply shove at the girl's shoulders, trying to bring her down. If Lara was truly unsteady enough to be toppled so easily, Marzia would lay on top of her, going to pull her arm between her legs as she pulled back at her wrist to target her joint with an armbar!

[FinyBoy]

Considering how focused Lara was on getting herself just to stand, she didn't even see Marzia march right up next to her. Which is why, when she finally found her footing and looked up to continue the fight with her opponent, she was shocked to see her standing right in front of her. Even if she had known Marzia was there, her foot would not have helped her much here.

One small push was all Marzia needed to send the poor girl in pink back down to the mat. "Woah!"

The crowd sent a fresh set of boos Marzia's way in response to her clear attempt at bullying.

But that wasn't even close to being the worst part of things for Lara. No sooner had she fell did she feel the weight of the other girl on her, grabbing her arm and wrenching it, along with her wrist, to the side. "YAAAAARGH!" cried the bluenette, as she flailed about like an alien-out-of-water. She flung herself in every which way, both trying to reach the ropes, and possibly wiggling out of the armbar before her arm got torn off.

[CaptainL]

Hearing the boos made Marzia wince. Did that mean she'd gone too far? No, no, she told herself; she was just being assertive. If the crowd didn't like it, that was their fault. If anything, it just meant it was working. Nice guys finish last, or so the saying went. Whatever the case was, Marzia shook it out of her head so that she could focus on how she was going to take care of Lara. Now that she was down, the Italian could work her submission skills - and that, after all, was where she really shone.

She lay down, grabbing for Lara's arm to wrench it into place as she sunk in an armbar! Almost immediately, Lara went crying out in pain from the pressure at her joint, crushing her shoulder and forcing it to bend far too much. Again the crowd booed Marzia, seeing she was going after an opponent so much smaller than herself. But she wouldn't let that bother her. Clenching her teeth, she would only tighten her hold, seeing how much more it would take to push Lara to her limits. Still, the alien girl was crawling closer and closer to the ropes; soon, it seemed, she'd be in range to free herself - but Marzia wasn't planning on making that easy, as she pulled harder at her arm with a snarl!

[FinyBoy]

As the alien girl continued to flail around all over the place, her extremities were starting to make their way closer to the ropes... well, all except for the one that was currently getting ripped off of her. The screaming continued, some of which was so loud that a few crowd members in the front row had to cover their ears.

It got even worse when Mariza doubled down and wrenched even harder. The result was an even more shrill scream of pain from the bluenette: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Despite being an adult, she was still seemingly stuck at a less-than-mature level of pain-tolerance, and it showed here. The increase in pain lead to a further increase in thrashing. Eventually, one of Lara's free limbs would find its way into the ropes, but not before the girl in pink had taken quite a bit of damage from that hold.

[CaptainL]

"Gah-!" Hearing just how painful the current situation was for Lara was enough to make Marzia shudder, as she sucked a breath in through her clenched teeth. If the people in the stands had to cover their ears, one could only imagine how it affected Marzia, who was laying atop Lara's body. Still, she had to put that out of her mind. The screaming was shaking her mentally and physically, but she had to power through both of those in order to sink in her success.

However torturously, Lara would make it to the ropes, the pain pushing her to new levels, and soon she finally reached her goal. The referee signaled for a rope break, and Marzia, seeing how she had done plenty of damage already, saw no reason to fight the ruling. She let Lara go and rolled off to the side, catching her breath as she got to her feet. She kept her eyes on Lara all the while, watching to see how her hold might affect the smaller girl.

[FinyBoy]

Finally making it to the ropes, Lara was relieved of her painful prison. She rolled onto her side, clutching her arm, while also trying to nurse her leg. Her bodily placement resembled something like the fetal position. She could do little in terms of anything else. She was practically fighting back tears at this point.

Through all the pain a misery, she could hear the faint screams of the crowd. More of them were boos, but she could hear her name from a few of them. Perhaps... there was a chance. A chance for her to be recognized for what she wanted to be known for. If people were cheering for her, then that meant she had gotten through to them. She needed to give them a reward for their allegiance.

But despite that, Lara was very much crippled. Her arm and her leg were out of commission. There was no amount of adrenaline or passion that could change that fact. Even as she tried to use the ropes as leverage, it was clearly evident that she would be unable to get up on her own. Some of the crowd members begged the ref to just call the match in an act of mercy, but there would be no such luck...

[CaptainL]

Marzia stopped for a moment, staring at Lara as she took note of the state she was in. It looked more like someone at the scene of a medical emergency than a wrestling match, and the Italian bit her lip as she imagined how painful this had to be for her opponent. She saw she couldn't even get up, and she had to ask herself if it was worth it.

She couldn't have mercy, she told herself, assuming the role of Gail in her mental space. That was only going to slow her down, to make her weak. Still, she was here to beat Lara, not to seriously injure her. Even with her new outlook on life, there were some lines that still shouldn't be crossed...right? Shaking herself, Marzia drew in a breath, moving toward Lara.

If the blue-haired girl was in this much pain, the right thing to do was to end the match as quickly as possible so as not to prolong her suffering. First, though, Marzia would need her away from the ropes so she couldn't escape. She came up behind Lara, looping her arms beneath hers as she went to hoist her up from the canvas. Then, Marzia would throw herself backward, looking to slam Lara down with a German suplex into the middle of the ring!

[FinyBoy]

With Lara's situation bordering on bleak, everyone in the stadium was wishing for it to end. But the alien girl wasn't satisfied. No, rather, she still had hope that she could make some kind of comeback from this. It was a delusion greater than the one she held about her own place of origin, but much like it, the bluenette held onto that belief.

Or, she did, until Marzia came over, grabbed her under the arms, and flung her backwards. She nearly yelped when her arm got moved, but that quickly changed to a "GAH!" as her head was slammed onto the canvas.

She keeled over to the side, breathing heavily, and now far away from the ropes. She was once again dizzy, making it even less likely she would be able to make it back to her feet any time soon.