A Battle of Will: Finlay Zeffer vs Izzia Oskevic

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Submission Prisoner of War Match: Victory can only be decided by submission and loser becomes the winner’s pow for the next two days

Finlay cracked his neck and bounced from heel to heel backstage near the guerilla position in preperation for his next match. Dressed in red and black tribal printed wrestling tights with black boots he looked confident… a little too confident but for understandable reasons. Tonight he was slated to against a old opponet, his first opponet in LAW actually Izzia the Polish Princess.

Based on what he remembered from his debut dhe was skilled but lacked the drive to overcome him and to this day had a split win and loss record. Meanwhile he was cutting his teeth against the toughest opponets he could fond in preperation for a rematch against Camie Young. It wasn’t crazy to assume he had the advantage. Getting the signal to head out he nodded and stepped from the curtains right as his song played.

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Coming out to the cheers of the fans he nodded politely as he made his way down the ramp to the ring. Hopping up on the apron he would vault over the ropes and into the ring before throwing a single arm into the air for the fans before making his way to the corner. Watching and waiting for his familiar opponet.

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Izzia adjusted her black choker a little more comfortably around her throat and smoothed down her short purple skirt as she prepared to enter the ring for her next match. The Polish princess's wrestling attire was completed by a purple cropped top that displayed her ample cleavage, long golden fingerless gloves and a pair of black wrestling trainers. She could feel the stir of anticipation in her at the prospect of her next encounter, however, as she was returning to the ring against Finlay Zeffer!

Izzia Oskevic

In their first encounter the male wrestler had beaten her in the submission match, but now with a couple of victories under her belt Izzia was feeling more confident at taking him on for a second time. Not to mention the POW stipulation that had been added to spice up this match. She had to admit to herself that being on either side of that trade wouldn't be an unenjoyable experience.

Her music Cosmic Ninja – Yeah Right began thumping from the speakers, dragging her thoughts away from any deviant scenarios scurrying through her brain and returning her attention to the task at hand. She skipped out into the light an pirouetted at the top of the ramp, striking a pose with her arms up and her lithe, curvy frame on full display. With a roguish smile she strutted her way down the ramp, hand on hip, until she dove under the bottom rope to join Finlay in the ring.

Once there, Izzia didn't make any secrets of her appreciation as she let her eyes wander of Finlay's body before looking him in the eye invitingly.

"Good to see you again," she crooned, cocking a hip and folding her arms beneath her breasts as she held his gaze.

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Finlay looked up intently as the familiar tune of his opponet’s entrance music cued on and soon after the polish princess herself was at the top of the ramp. Watching as the attractive young woman came down be couldn’t help but not that which was the same about her, as well as wht had changed. While her attire and overall look was the same as their initial bout there was an… air of confidence to Izzia now. She looked ready, determined, eager even unlike their first match, as if she had grown far past her previous level sonce they first met.

By the time she had finally entered the ring, swagger and confidence practically oozing from every pore the blonde actually found himself more excited than he was initially for this bout. Leaning forward a bit he cracked his knuckles while locking eyes with her own inviting gaze. That was another change from their first match. Back then, it had become clear she pined for him by the end but it was a subtle feeling throughout the match that wasn’t quite reciprocated by the more focused male.

Now however she was much more… clear with her intentions by her expression and body language, and after experiencing her skill first hand from their first match as well as the new confidence Izzia held… well Finlay had to admit he was coming around to the idea of this match stipulation. After all he wasn’t one to normally give into the temptations that normally permeated this business but he would admit he quite liked a strong and confident woman such as Izzia, and of he was allowed to take her home tonight well… ”I can say the same. I hope you can give me more of a fight this time around.” He said challengingly to the girl, testing her to see exactly what the extent of her new found confidence was.

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Izzia was gratified to see that her entrance seemed to have captured Finlay's attention, the blond haired male making to secret as he examined her. A coquettish smile crawled across the Polish princess's full lips at his taunting words. She stepped forward, moving close to her opponent and looking up at him.

"I assure you, you'll get a much better fight from me this time," she promised with a devious grin. Looking the male up and down she pursed her lips and made a small noise of approval. "I can't wait to have you all to myself. It's hard to find a real man among all these blowhards."

With that she twisted on her heel and moved back to her position, giving the referee a nod to indicate her readiness to begin the bout. She faced Finlay, easing gently down into her wrestling stance, excitement filling her at the prospect of once again tangling with Finlay's exquisite frame.

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Not making it any secret he was.. admiring Izzia's form Finlay had to admit the change in the girl, no the woman's demeanor was truly night and day. In a way he almost couldn't believe it was the same person. But in a way that excited him even more. She was a worthy, if barely opponent in their first match, largely due to her lack in confidence, now that she had that though.. well he would just have to see now wouldn't he?

With her confident answer to his taunt serving as a stamp on the pre match conversation Finlay entered his wrestling stance, eager to get started and see how far Izzia had come as he waited for her to do the same. Although admittedly the fact he got a better view of her toned rear as she walked back to her corner admittedly helped. Even if that wasn't normally something he abstained from matches. But this? This was a bit different.

Soon enough the bell rang, officially starting the second bout between the two as he immediately stepped forward. Arms raised he moved in on his smaller opponent, arms snapping around in an attempt to wrap around the side of Izzia's dark haired head. If he was successful in doing so than he would turn sharply on his heel in a effort to trap the polish princess in a side headlock right off the bat!

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The bell rang and Izzia darted forward eagerly to meet Finlay in the centre of the ring, anticipation filling her. However, her male opponent had a plan to start them off it seemed, as before she could grapple with him he twisted to the side and reached around, catching the Polish Princess around the head.

"Nghh..." she grunted as she was swiftly yanked into a headlock, her cheek pressing against the toned side of Finlay's abdomen. She squirmed, jostling and trying to unbalance him.

Gritting her teeth after a couple of seconds, Izzia planted her feet against the canvas and tried to pull back, placing one hand against the small of Finlay's back while the other clamped shut around his right wrist. She attempted to slip her skull backwards out of the headlock, and if she succeeded she would immediately transition into a hammerlock, trying to wrench Finlay's arm up behind his back as high as she could force it!

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No sooner had the bell rung did Finlay find himself engaged with Izzia once again, both he and his opponent eager to get their hands on one another. But the one to do so first would be the blonde male as, despite Izzia wanting a test of strength Finlay had instead trapped her in a side headlock, wrenching up on he head to take a early advantage in the match.

But the Polish Princess had indeed improved her grappling skills since their first meeting. Despite having a firm control on her it wasn't even a second before the blonde felt a hand on the small of his back. Getting a slight tingle from the place of contact Finlay watched with some surprise as his wrist was then grabbed and lifted up as Izzia managed a flawless escape of his hold.

However that wasn't all Izzia had done. "Ngh!" The Kiwi would grunt as his arm was wrenched back, the smaller woman locking down one of his limbs in a rather painful way despite her diminutive size. Thinking quickly however he would drop down to one knee, lowering himself as he would spin below the level of his arm to untwist it and hopefully break the grip Izzia had. If he was successful than Finaly would try to instead reverse the grip between them as he now held her by the wrist, if he managed to do so he would turn sharply to try and Irish whip his opponent into the ropes.

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"Hnnaah!" Izzia exclaimed triumphantly as she successfully managed to slither loose of Finlay's headlock, keeping a hold of his wrist and twisting it up behind his back. A smirk cross her face as she heard his grunt of surprise, clearly not expecting her to be able to execute such a swift counter.

However, her smugness was shortlived as Finlay reacted in kind. He instantly dropped to one knee, spinning and untwisting his arm but keeping a hold of her, ensuring their bodies remained close together.

In that neat series of moves that belayed his size, Finlay returned the favour, twisting loose of her hammerlock and then using his greater strength to haul the unsuspecting Pole into a swift Irish whip. She wasn't able to set her feet and was sent cannoning off the far ropes, running helplessly back into Finlay's waiting arms...

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Finlay would definitely admit that Izzia had improved a lot since their initial bout and the girl's charisma had definitely shot up quite a bit as well. It showed with the confidence and even swagger with which she had reversed his headlock into a tight hammerlock. Wincing from how tight it was he knew he'd have to tread more carefully than he initially expected too.

Thankfully however her choice in holds was easy to get out of, and actually provided him with an advantage going forward if he played his cards right. Managing to turn and untwist his arm Finlay managed to fully flip things on their head as he sent the girl running at the ropes with a irish whip! Watching as she rebounded Finlay would plant his feet and extend his arm before jutting forward, swinging his arm around to slam it into Izzia's chest with a clothesline!

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Unable to counter Finlay's surprising twist out of her hold, Izzia was sent helplessly bouncing off the ropes and flying back towards him. She knew what was coming, but there simply wasn't time to do react to it, and she was sent charging straight into the waiting clothesline of her opponent.

"UNNFFFF!" Izzia blurted as Finlay's strong arm slammed into her chest. The slight framed Polish Princess was flipped head over heels by the impact, her flimsy skirt billowing out to give the audience a glimpse of her flimsy white panties beneath before she came crashing to the canvas in a heap.

Gasping for breath, she tried to roll away from Finlay before he could follow up, rubbing at her aching chest with one hand as she tried to recover from the impact.