A Battle of Will: Finlay Zeffer vs Izzia Oskevic

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Despite himself and the position he had been in previously at Izzia's hands Finlay found himself smirking in enjoyment from the bout so far. The Polish Princess had been one of his first opponent's in LAW, and one of the first to earn his respect, making him want to face her again and in turn see her perform at a higher level. So the advantageous position she had been in just a minute ago was proof that she had gotten to that higher level and was continuing to impress him and show his respect and faith in her was well placed.

But respect wasn't enough to end the match for either of them. Both were focused on one thing. Winning. Luckily Finlay had been the one able to take advantage first. Grabbing Izzia up in his arms the male swung her through the air before driving the dark haired girl right into the mat with a thunderously impactful gutwrench suplex! Watching as the girl screamed in pain on the mat Finlay wasn't one to offer much mercy to the girl, even if he did like her. Thus with a casual kick to roll her over to her stomach Finlay would drop his weight on her back and reach forward, grabbing her chin and pulling up for a camel clutch!

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The booming impact from Finlay's suplex left Izzia in a heap, totally vulnerable, her attire all askew after the throw. A swift kick rolled the reeling Princess onto her front, and before she could do anything to stop it she felt Finlay settled his weight against the small of her back to pin her in place, before his hands closed around her chin, bending her upwards and lifting her torso off the ground, thrusting her chest outward.

"Nghh...AGHHH!" Izzia blurted as Finlay bent her supple body backwards in the camel clutch hold, leaving the submission specialist at the mercy of one of her more favoured moves. Her opponent's strength made escape all but impossible as she wriggled around, legs kicking uselessly at the canvas. At the moment all she could do was grit her teeth and try to outlast this, determined not to give Finlay the first fall so swiftly.

[Bare]

Finlay watched and listened carefully as he bent Izzia backwards in the brutal camel clutch. After a fair bit of time with the smaller girl in the lead he was looking to close the distance between them, and in doing so remind the Polish Princess his own skill in the art of submissions and technical skill. However despite the screams of pain meaning the hold was working it didn't mean he'd get the tap out. No instead he would have to switch things up.

So after another solid moment of bending Izzia back Finlay would drop the girl's chin allowing her to drop to the mat. But he wouldn't remove himself from her. Instead he merely shifted his position so that he was no kneeling on the woman's back if done he would reach over and cross Izzia's legs, holding one of them by the ankle before reaching over to grab her chin once more. If successful he would throw his weight backwards to roll over onto his back before extending his legs while holding onto her ankle and chin for a bow and arrow hold!

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Izzia gasped in relief as Finlay finally released the camel clutch, leaving the young Pole to flop forward, breathing heavily. Her respite was shortlived, however, as she felt her foe moving already. The pressure was released from her spine momentarily, and she felt his hands working to cross her ankles behind her. Then once again a hand snaked beneath her chin.

Her eyes widened in panic when she realised what was coming.

"N-no, don't- AAIIGHH!" Her protests were for nought as Finlay locked in the bow and arrow hold, one hand cupping her chin to pull her head up, the other locked around her ankle as he rolled back with his feet pressed against her spine.

A yowl of agony escaped from Izzia's throat as she was trapped, back arched and bust thrust forward, her nubile young body on display for the flashing cameras as Finlay bent her from both sides. Her arms flapped around weakly at the grip on her chin, her body bucking uselessly as she tried to escape. Screwing her eyes shut, she let out a whimper of pain, fighting not to give in to Finlay - but her and now she had no way out and it wouldn't be long before the Polish Princess was forced to tap out...

[Bare]

Finlay had wrested the advantage after a close encounter with Izzia. The girl had clearly improved. Not just in terms of skill but in taking damage as well as dishing it out. She was really truly impressing the blonde with each and every passing second, even if at the moment she was totally and completely trapped in his clutches.

But as much as he had been impressed it seemed the Polish Princess was approaching her limits. But he wouldn'ta finish her with a random move like a bow and arrow hold. After a bit longer of holding the move in without a tap out the blonde would willingly drop Izzia, allowing her to lay on the mat as he sat back up to his feet looking down at her. "You fought well. But I'm gonna end this now." He said to her bluntly in a finalized tone, as if he expected this to be all but over.

However it wasn't meant or said in a demeaning or disrespectful tone. Rather just purely blunt and honest and for what it's worth he had a good reason to speak confidently with the condition Izzia was in after all, although it could always come back to bite him in the end... None the less Finlay looked to set up the end by rolling Izzia onto her back. If successful he would attempt to lift Izzia's head up in a almost gingerly fashion. Keeping her head aloft he'd reach for her far arm, obviously looking to set up for his submission finisher the zero aero!

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Izzia ground her teeth together, partly with pain and partly with anger at being trapped by Finlay already. She'd submitted too him before in their previous encounter and she was loathe to repeat the experience. She shook her head at the referee as they checked if she wanted to give up, but she held out.

It seemed her stubbornness bought her a brief respite as the pressure on her nubile body finally relaxed as Finlay eased out of the bow and arrow hold, giving his ominous warning to the Polish Princess. Izzia knew she only had a brief window to escape before he locked in an even more powerful submission that would surely have her screaming for release.

She found herself rolled onto her back looking up at Finlay and as he reached down towards her head she knew she had to act. Powering through the pain, she snapped out her arms with a yell of defiance to grab Finlay's outstretched arm and yank him off balance. If she managed to get a hold of him she would swing her legs up, trying to clamp her thighs around his head in a tight headscissor and armbar combo that would hopefully bring him down to the mats with her.

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Finlay had the decisive advantage over Izzia right now and both of them knew it. After all it was obvious in the dominant and painful holds he had her in back to back. Something that was no doubt tearing away at the Pole's stamina and would leave her tapping out soon. Something Finlay hoped to accomplish by locking in the same move he had used to finish their first fight. His finisher the Zero Aero.

So with Izzia on the ground and seemingly out of it, he set about preparing to try and finish her. However what he hadn't expected was for his arm to be grabbed suddenly followed by Izzia's legs being thrown up around him! "What the!?" Yelling out in surprise as he was pulled down there wasn't anything Finlay could do as Izzia secured her grip, cinching her unique submission hold!

"Grah! Ughhh!" Screaming out in pain from the hold Finlay reached up with his free hand, grabbing and pulling at Izzia's leg, trying to create some space between her leg and his neck for breath. In the meantime he tried to shimmy his legs to the side, desperate to try and manage a rope break to free himself!

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Izzia let out a yowl of effort as she dragged the tall frame of her foe down to the canvas, snaking her shapely legs around his neck as she wrenched his arm into a twisting submission hold. He crashed to the ground in her clutches, taken totally off guard and letting out a cry of agony as she locked in the hold.

She gritted her teeth as she felt his free and trying to prise her legs open, and with her own body still aching from Finlay's holds the Polish Princess didn't know how long she could cling on as he struggled, trying to edge his way towards the ropes.

Izzia leaned back with her full body weight, shaking her head in desperation as she tried to keep Finlay in place.

"No, no, no, no!" she hissed through her teeth. "Stay right... where you are!"

[Bare]

Izzia's hold was absolutely gruelling. That was saying something given the holds the two had traded putting each other in during the relatively short course of their rematch. But none the less Izzia's submission, even if it was a rather simple approach of combining a arm bar and headscissors was the type of move that proved simple was best at times.

After all it had him on the brink within seconds of her smooth, shapely legs encircling him like twin vipers. But the blonde was determined not to give in, not so easily at least. If Izzia wanted the submission from him she would have to bust out everything she had to get it from him!

So he inched his way backwards. It was an agonizing, arduous experience. One in which Izzia made as difficult as possible by leaning as far back as she could. "Gahh!" Yelling in response to the action the pain fueled Finlay for one last burst of energy as he extended his leg as far as it would go, hooking his ankle on the bottom rope!

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Izzia tried her best to stop Finlay from moving, but she lacked the bodyweight and leverage to completely immobilise him. Despite the obvious pain he was in, the blond wrestler managed to inch his way into touching distance of the ropes, reaching out and hooking the bottom one just.

The Pole let out a wordless shriek of frustration, briefly cranking the hold even harder before releasing Finlay and rolling clear, breathing heavily and cursing her misfortune. She'd been so close! Still, at least she'd escaped the submission hold that had almost broken her, and turned the tables on her foe to buy herself time to recover. Chest heaving she scrambled to her feet and backed off to the far side of the ring, taking a moment to flatten down her ruffled skirt and readjust her top.

"Not bad kochanie," she conceded as she waited for Finlay to rise. The roars of the fans filled her ears, their appreciation for the back and forth encounter clear. "Looks like we are putting on a good show, eh?"