Evelyn Fallanger vs Piper Sherwood - Standard Match

[Monsy]

Whether it’s on her back, on her side or stomach, Evelyn was rather married to the canvas. Her knees curled up; she was an armadillo that wanted to hide, hold whatever bruise like it was gold. A bar of which infected her with this flood of unpleasantry. She was never one for pain, though she always tried. The call for her tears, albeit a mock, was another nudge towards that very prospect. Her eyes felt a little wet, if not for her aching spirit, so she closed them, blinked, again and again, then breathed out a shaky breath and mustered up something through a groan.

"I will not!” She yelled.

Her bearings soon found their footing. She saw a shadow, two arms and a head. Something was missing, and everything told her to flee. She rolled as the knees came down, shot right into her hands and went right for the rebuttal. An arm reached out, tried to take their foot and pull it towards herself, then envelop it just beneath the ankle, and take her other hand to grab the end of their foot, torque it for an ankle lock!

[Bare]

Piper smirked as she had managed to keep her opponent down on the mat with a series of brutal and relentless stomps. Her visage one of utter glee and satisfaction as she rocketed the poor girl with a seemingly endless amounts of stomps. But even then with the non stop assault, both physically and verbally from Piper as the girl called for her opponent to cry, aiming to mock and break her down mentally as well as physically.

"Sorry couldn't catch tha- Huh? Hey! Let go!"

Piper's gleeful boasting was cut short as when she went for another attack with her leg towards the girl her heel was caught flat out by Fallanger! "The he-Aghhhhh!" The blonde wasn't able to finish her venomous retort to being grabbed before her heel was twisted causing sharp waves of pain to go through her leg as quickly Piper's standing leg gave out on her causing the former cheerleader to fall onto her but while in the vicious submission!

[Monsy]

Being asked to cry, if she was on the verge, wasn't, always made her eyes wet. The pain, whatever level, felt like death afterward. Except it wasn't cold, no, quite the opposite. Bruising was hot, molten swollen pain that felt like it pushed on her organs. The stomps shall jumble everything inside, bound a flexible protective shell to break the egg that's inside. It gave her a scare each time, but she got out of it, took the very thing that hurt her and twisted it like some ravenous instinct. There wasn't much malice she could afford; instead, the scream was painful to hear. Such is the nature of this sport. Her passion. At least their antagonism made it easier to swallow. It inspired her to do something special.

"No hard feelings! I'll get you an ice pack after this!" She said as she applied a more rigid crank.

A foot lifted off the ground, threatened to step over and try to force Piper on her stomach. The hold on her ankle now became the leg to which she'd' curl and seat their spine for that single-leg-ankle-lock crab! One where she'd' lean back to force a greater bend, so close that their heads could almost kiss and their hair spilled together for a lovely mess of cream and caramel-coloured tresses.

[Bare]

Ankle locks, as Piper had learned since becoming a wrestler were the worst. Being on the receiving and dealing ends of the brutal hold she knew first hand how painful they can be, and how devastating they would be in prolonged durations of time. After all the searing, crippling pain that stretched out from the point of contact was like lightning branding you're entire limb, in some cases even enveloping more than that. Such was the case of one's joints, arguably one of the most sensitive and important areas of the body being twisted and tortured beyond what they should be naturally capable of.

Thats why it was with not a hint of shame or embarrassment that she screamed and cursed in pain from the hold. Evelyn taking the nice route about offering a ice pack after only making Piper angrier as the pain continued to ramp up. "Gahhh fuck you!!!" She'd roar in retaliation to the offer as she tried to crawl towards the ropes.

However her slow, agonizing stretch towards the salvation of the ropes was made even more difficult by her opponent. Namely from the girl turning herself over on top of her and dropping down for a painful boston crab... while still holding the ankle lock as well. "Grahhhhhhh fuck shit dammit!" The blonde roared out in fury and frustration as she grabbed at her hair in frustration before looking up... and seeing her hair wasn't the only one in reach.

"Oh... Hell yeah." Piper whispered out, still in utter agony from the hold but now with a sinister smirk on her face. Reaching out she would a grab a hand full of the caramel colored tresses before her, wrapping her hand in them before suddenly pulling it down and to the side, even using her other hand to pull on the same hand full she had grabbed. All to cause as much pain to her opponent as possible and force her to release her submission!

[Monsy]

This almost made her queasy.
One thing to endure an ankle lock and another to survive a Boston Crab in tandem. The two moves made a loving couple. A violent bridge, ever-more beautiful, sound and secure like a cocktail of sadism. That’s what she hated about it. They should’ve tapped already. Could they really outlast until the ropes? It was such a stubborn game, almost a foreign concept to her, never one for obscene amounts of pain, just for pride, a tick on that disgusting record she owned. Maybe this was something to heed… Maybe…

“This is no place to swear, just tap already!”

She slammed her feet into the ground, just to see if she can break this dam. Her head wasn’t too far from them, so she bore all those screams. They could make her ears bleed. It’s so distracting… But then, something new-found her consciousness. A tug on the hair, rabid, swift and decisive. Piper whipped her head one way, budged with each torque. Eyes and lips tensed into clenched gates, then the latter broke open with a yelp. “Gah! Aa! Stop it!” She yelled.

One more pull, and the bridge tipped. Her shoulder fell onto the mat; she released the ankle, and Evelyn scampered away to clutch her scalp. She rolled until she found the ropes, reached up, grabbed and pulled herself onto a knee, one hand to nurse while she looked upon how they recovered… It could’ve been so simple if they tapped…

[Bare]

Excruciating. That was the one truest way to describe the damn hold her opponent had her in for the past few moments. However it was that excruciating pain that motivated the blonde to fight her way out with even more fury than she had already shown.

Which was really saying something for her. But ironically what was making her even angrier than the hold itself was the pleas from her opponent to accept mercy and submit. The patronizing tone of it making her grit her teeth in anger and frustration as she resolved to not give Evelyn what she wanted. Quite the contrary, even if she sustained a injury out of pure spite it'd be worth it to make life all the harder for her opponent.

Luckily things wouldn't have to come to that. Just a hand full of hair was all it took. Taking a firm grip of her opponent's blonde locks and a fierce few tugs of it was all that it took to get her release from the torment of Evelyn's hold. Immediately gasping in relief Piper would then roll away, pulling her leg up as she did so.

Making it to the ropes Piper would use them to pull herself up into a kneeling position from which she would shoot a death glare to her opponent who seemed to be doing the same. "I'm so going to kill you." She growled out with fury as she gradually started to stand up.

[Monsy]

Stubbornness was something she didn’t understand. Neither here nor a year before. To withstand pain with no escape seemed like such a silly conclusion. They win nothing. That is what they want, right? To win? Perhaps it’s too much to think on while wrenching a limb, then having her hair nigh ripped from the scalp, so much that she collapsed and rolled away, still holding her head. The sting didn’t last for long, and Evelyn was back on a knee, then both feet, hopping foot to foot, hands readied. Evelyn wouldn’t dare attack them here, though. 

That look made her swallow hard. “I-I’d prefer to remain breathing, thanks! B-Besides!” She turned around, bent over slightly, and gave her butt two slaps. “You’ll have to catch me first!” Her head peeked over her shoulder to wink. She lifted her trademark finger gun, and that tongue slipped between her lips at her opponent.  

[Bare]

After her rather... hairy escape from Evelyn's submission hold Piper was quick to roll her way over towards the ropes and use them to get up to her feet, slowly but surely to make sure she tended to and rested her hurting back. Looking over at the other blonde Piper's glare would deepen as she heard the taunt from the girl. "Yeah well-" Before she could continue Evelyn decided to take her taunt further by smacking her ass and challenging Piper to catch her!

Mouth gaping at the audacity of this bitch Piper's teeth soon clenched together in a positively wrathful snarl on her face as she glared death at her opponent. "You are SO dead!" Declaring this Piper would dart forward, running full speed at her opponent, if she was able too Piper would leap up, attempting to make Evelyn pay for her taunt by going for a dropkick aimed at the girl's but!

[Monsy]

The crowd-play was just the thing she loved. Riling them up with that little taunt. That rage in Piper’s eyes knew she was dancing with fire. It froze her dead, though she couldn’t help but play. It did help that they ran right at her, full-speed, but right before her eyes nonetheless. They’d find nothing but air when they dropkicked, with Evelyn twirling on her boot to the side, “Woooooo! That was a good effort!”

Evelyn stopped on her foot, bent on her knees then exploded from the ground. Her hands folded above her head, and she flew into an arch with her feet over-head, then dived like a falcon as Evelyn completed the flip and hoped to land belly-down on Piper’s body!

[Bare]

Piper was mad that much was obvious. Part of it was from Evelyn and her incessant playing to the crowd, and admittedly part of it was born from the submission hold Piper was in. Those always seemed to be a way to instantly press Piper's buttons. Likewise it prompted and fueled bad decisions, something that showed when she charged right in going for a drop kick!

A dropkick that was in turn easily avoided by Evelyn due to Piper's anger telegraphing the attack! "Ngh... Grunting in frustration as she hit the mat Piper was about to force herself up until... "Gah!" Evelyn's body crashed into her own with a moonsault making the girl cry out in pain as her legs bucked up from the impact!