Oscar Pine vs Nikki Lane - Beach Match

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Standard Match in the Arena/Stadium - Victory to be awarded via pinfall, submission, knockout, count-out, or disqualification

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California, home sweet home for Nikki Lane. The 6 hour trip from Santa Clara to Long Beach sure felt a lot shorter after coming in from Japan. She made sure to leave plenty early to see family, friends, and simply enjoy being home again. But the 9th was here, and as the announcer said through the loudspeakers, it was time for wrestling.

"INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM RIGHT HERE IN CALIFORNIA, COMING IN AT 5'3" 120 LBS., AND A RECORD OF 3-0... NIKKI LANE!

Music: Feel Invincible - Skillet (Nightcore)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbdArWwdNlU

Nikki took in the beach's sand beneath her toes and the roar of the home crowd. Her welcome was definitely the loudest anyone had gotten yet, and Nikki couldn't wipe the smile of her face if she wanted to as she waited for the announce to introduce her opponent, who was a man named Oscar. Nikki had fought and beaten guys before, but this was the first time she's done so professionally. She doesn't actually have very much to go off of in terms of how good he is. But if LAW put him on a PPV, Nikki figures he at least has to be tougher than her previous opponents, at least she hopes so. beating jobbers may be fun, but now it's time to fight some real competition and win for her home crowd!

"Bring him on!" Nikki called excitedly to the announcer. "I was born ready!"

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Oscar wasn't sure what to think about his situation. HOW DO I HAVE A PPV MATCH ALREADY!?! Oscar basically letting out to everyone that he was worried and scared. He would have to get himself out of this funk before his match started. Otherwise it wouldn't be much of a match. Wanting to show off his skills and worth to the world Oscar was more or less ready to wrestle.

"AND SECOND COMING IT AT 5'4 AND WEIGHING IN AT 115 WE HAVE THE FARM BOY OSCAR PINE

Oscar's welcome was modest one, nothing like the one before him. Taking a moment, to get used to the sand beneath his feet Oscar would have to get used to it quick. Shaking his head quickly, it snapped him out of his funk. Oscar just had one goal here, win his ppv match. Then he would be well on his way to becoming the greatest. Pointing to the sky which became his staple pose, Oscar would. meet his opponent Nikki. Say I hope we can have a good match regardless of what happens here The farm hand said extending his hand out nicely.

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Nikki watched as Oscar came out, getting a predictably smaller welcome than herself. The two fighters looked night and day. Nikki was quite literally at home and in her element. She was confident, pumped and loose. The picture of a wrestler ready to throw down. Oscar, on the other hand, looked like some kid who got thrown into a huge event way before he is ready and is trying not to explode from nerves, which Nikki knew was a possibility.

Oscar looked like he was able to compose himself by the time he got to the ring, as he gave a pose for the crowd and greeted Nikki. She accepted his handshake and said, "Me too. I want to give everyone here a match to remember." With introductions out of the way, Nikki would return to her corner and take her stance, waiting on the bell.

Nikki knew exactly how she wanted to start the fight. She would take the fight to Oscar, charging him and then going low for his left leg with a single legged takedown to knock Oscar on his back. If that worked, Nikki would then use her grasp on Oscar's leg to convert the position into a figure four leglock.

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Nikki would only be half right in assuming Oscar had composed himself yes. But it wouldn't take much for him to be taken out of that composure and worry about other factors in the match. Though it would be his job to keep his head on straight, otherwise it wouldn't be a very long match to begin with.

The bell ringing only meant one thing, that it was time to throw down. Oscar looked ready for the opening grapple, but he was confused why Nikki was charging him. Hoping to intercept Nikki by grabbing onto her head, he would miss his chance. Nikki would go low and sweep at Oscar's leg taking him down. Oscar falling painfully on his back Ow... that hurt, wait what are you doing

That was about the only thing Oscar could let out as Nikki worked her magic and locked in the dreadful leg lock. AHHH!!! Was the scream that came out of Oscar as he grabbed his head in pain. He wanted to slam his hands onto the ground but didn't want the sand to get in his eyes. Now it was just him struggling to find a way out of this hold.

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The start of the match had gone perfectly for Nikki, working exactly as she had planned out. She had taken Oscar down onto his back, and now had him trapped in a painful figure four leglock. It was clearly effective as well, if her opponent's quick and loud reaction was any indication. The crowd cheered for the success of the home town girl, and it made Nikki want to push even harder.

"If you guys like figure four, then you'll LOVE figure eight!" Nikki called to the crowd as she planted her hands down into the sand and began bridging her back. Nikki's years of gymnastics training and incredible flexibility would become incredibly useful here, as she perfectly executed a high arcing bridge that turned Nikki's back into the crescent shape commonly associated with Boston Crab victims. But for her, it was nothing but a slightly strenuous stretch that she could hold for ages.

And as for Oscar, figure eight leglock gets more painful the more the person performing it can bridge their back. So he was in serious trouble. If he can endure long enough, Nikki will eventually release him and switch to something else for the sake of spectacle and crowd pleasing. But it would be a lot of pain, and a lot of knee damage to get there.

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Oscar was to busy screaming in pain to worry about the audience and their cheers. He was more so trying to figure out how can he get out of this hellish hold. The match just started and he was already turned into a screaming mess. Oscar would get a bad feeling following Nikki's pandering to the audience.

Wait...What do you mean by eight? Oscar said only to be answered with a demonstration. Nikki bridging her back which applied even more pressure to this hold. AHHHH!!! Oscar let out even more screams as Nikki seemingly wanted him to never walk again. Oscar couldn't let himself be beat so early to the match. Especially by such a novice move. Surprisingly enough the pain was a good motivator.

Oscar would nudge his body slowly but surely to the side. This would get him closer to Nikki, if Oscar could get closer enough Oscar would grab onto Nikki's hand and yank it to him. Hoping to make Nikki fall to the ground, and in that process Oscar gets himself out of the hold.

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Nikki was able to transition seamlessly from figure four to figure eight, causing both the crowd and Oscar to start screaming louder. Nikki was solidly in control of the match and she could tell. All she would have to do was not get totally careless and she knew she could get away with some fun and crowd pleasing. She noticing Oscar start to struggle towards her side and try to reach for something. Nikki honestly had no idea what, there wasn't anything remotely close for him to grab unless he was going to randomly grab her thigh or something.

It seemed like Oscar had no clue how to escape the hold, but luckily (or possibly unluckily) for him, Nikki had no interest in ending the match with one move, so she released Oscar from the leglock. But just because she was letting this hold go didn't mean Nikki was done. She would then try to grab the arm Oscar was reaching out with and use it to flip him onto his stomach. The Nikki would put that arm between her legs, kneel down in the sand with her butt pressing against Oscar's head, and wrench his arm back with a reverse armbar.

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"Feel free to enjoy what part of this you can, I don't mind," Nikki would say with a playful wiggle of her butt.

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Oscar was struggling just to get out of this simple hold. There was no way he was out of his depth so early on in his match right? That couldn't be the case he had to win, if not at least look good in his match. Oscar refused to be seen as a jobber from his opening match. These thoughts clouding Oscar's mind while Nikki was more focused on giving a good show.

Hoping to grab at Nikki's hand and yank on it, which would make Nikki fall on her back. Just as he was so close to getting his freedom Nikki just released the hold. Wait did I do that? Oscar thought to himself as his legs were suddenly free from the pain. More focused on his recovery Oscar was unable to do anything about Nikki pouncing on Oscar's arm. Whilst also flipping him onto his stomach, locking in another dreadful hold in a reverse armbar.

AHHHH The farm hand screamed in pain as he was locked in a new hold. This time feeling as if his arm was going to break in two. Making matters worse Nikki would wiggle her butt in Oscar's face. Ahh uh what are you doing Oscar asked in the middle of is pain. With his face gaining a new tint of red.

Trying to focus on getting out of the hold Oscar would try to use his free arm to unload gut shots at Nikki. Hoping that she'd let go from the repeated blows.

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Once again, Nikki's attack had gone of without a hitch. And once again, she had Oscar screaming in her submission hold. The only real difference now was that Nikki was bending Oscar's arm the wrong way now instead of his knee. When Nikki heard Oscar ask what she was doing after she wiggled her butt in his face, Nikki responded with a giggle.

"Well Oscar, this... positioning shall we say, is a natural part of the hold. And I figured that if everyone else here is getting to enjoy this match, why shouldn't you?" Nikki would be lying if she tried to say there wasn't any teasing in her tone, but she really did want Oscar to be able to share in at least some of the fun she was having.

Of course, Oscar didn't quite see things the same way as Nikki did. He started trying to escape, but it really looked like the boy just didn't know how to escape from submissions. He tried to throw punches into Nikki's stomach, with his free arm. but with where that arm was and the position he was stuck in, it would be difficult from him to even reach Nikki's stomach, much less get any meaningful power behind the punch.

For her part, Nikki just kept squeezing every extra bit she could out of this hold. Pulling Oscar's wrist a bit further back, and pressing down on his elbow with her crotch to get that little extra bend in his arm until it looked like Oscar wouldn't be able to take much more before she would switch to her next hold for the audience's viewing pleasure.