Duel of Rebirths: Alizeh Midori vs Marzia Servelli 2

[Bare]

Alizeh was in pain. A lot of it, both physically and emotionally from having to battle Marzia in this intense bout. Time and different experiences had changed both girls and molded them into new versions of each other. Lacking the bright eyed enthusiasm and in Marzia's case, the respect that seemed so plentiful only a year for both women. Now in this long awaited rematch that Alizeh truly wanted, she found herself not wanting it all at once. After all with how different Marzia was at this point, it was like she was fighting a totally different person!

Presently however there was one thing that was a far more important concern to the green haired girl. That being Marzia's arms wrapped around her face in the vicious crossface submission! A hold that was only made worse by Marzia's legs also wrapping around her shoulder in a more sadistic twist on the move! In a way however the pain from the submission acted as a motivator. Reminding Alizeh that the old Marzia wouldn't behave the way this version of Marzia was. That she wouldn't wrench on and enjoy a submission hold the way she was in this moment against her!

So with these thoughts in mind and a growing fury from within her Alizeh started to push herself up, getting her feet under her and starting to stand with the Italian woman over her shoulders. "GRAH!" So with a war cry Alizeh would throw herself back with Marzia in tow, slamming the woman down into the mat with a Samoan drop! With the massive impact of the move Alizeh would sit up while rolling her neck before placing her hand on it, nursing it a bit after finally managing to get free from Marzia's submission hold.

Turning to look down at the stunned Marzia the green haired girl couldn't keep the look of disappointment off her face as she stood up. Walking around to where Marzia's feet were Alizeh would bend down, grabbing Mariza's leg and lifting it up. As she did so she would suddenly turn to the side, pulling Marzia's leg along with her as she aimed to bring the limb down knee first into the mat with a dragon screw!

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Marzia was putting every inch of effort into trying to win a submission from Alizeh, cranking on her shoulder at the same time she wrenched back on her face. She clenched her teeth in a grimace, her brow furrowing as she concentrated everything she could into this moment. She wanted to win - and, in the back of her mind, there was that urge, however much she may have tried to supress it, to end this match as soon as possible so that she wouldn't have to face the guilt that welled up inside of her every time she looked at Alizeh and thought about what could have been. But what Marzia didn't realize was that the brutality was only motivating Alizeh further. Against the old Marzia, the green-haired girl might have hung back out of fear of harming her friend. But this was a different Marzia - and Alizeh had no qualms about going all out aganst her!

Swept off her feet, Marzia gasped as Alizeh's sudden reversal caught her off-guard. The crowd let out a cheer for such a display of strength, as even as Marzia tried her best to hold on, sucking in a breath and clamping down as hard as she could with her hands and legs, Alizeh still lifted her onto her shoulders and stood tall! The Italian bit her lip, trying to brace herself, but no matter how tightly she held on, she couldn't stop her opponent from falling backward to slam her against the mat. As she plummeted through the air, she let out a scream, until she at last landed with a thump against the canvas that caused her to drop down to her back, her arms and legs splayed out around her.

Marzia lay there, her chest rising and falling as she began to pant to try to draw air back into her lungs. But Alizeh was already on the move. Even if Marzia was on her back, she would still hoist her leg off the mat, as though for an ankle lock. Marzia looked up, trying to ready herself for the hold - only for Alizeh to instead crank her leg over to the side to throw her knee against the canvas! Letting out a yelp, Marzia tumbled onto her face, and her leg came crashing down into the mat, bouncing against it with a thud. She clenched her teeth with a hiss, aiming a kick behind her and trying to crawl forward to put distance between herself and Alizeh. Her leg was sore, but Marzia knew she was in a dangerous position now, and she wasn't about to let that last long.

[Bare]

Submissions was a trait that practically bound Alizeh and Marzia with the way their last match had ended. Both women were highly skilled at using them and it shined in their matches with the two even knocking each other out in their first bout. Yet now here they were, almost a year later from that match with both changed completely in both their styles and personalities. Now submissions weren't the only tools in either girl's repertoire, only the favored. In Marzia's case she had developed some aggressive and violent striking capabilities. Something that made it difficult for Alizeh to manage in the early functions of the match and forced her to adapt. In turn however Alizeh had expanded her skill base in multiple areas, especially in the realm of power.

So Alizeh would begin to stand up, Marzia on her shoulders still pulling on her arms in a torturous submission. But in spite of it Alizeh still fought through the pain, rising up to her feet with Marzia on her shoulders. This alone showed the breadth of her development in strength and raw power, something that was made physically obvious to everyone as they saw the green haired girl's biceps and muscles bulge with the exertion she was using to lift Marzia up. Then like lightning Alizeh threw herself back, creating the sound of thunder following it as Alizeh drove her opponent into the mat with a samoan drop!

Naturally Marzia released her grip on Alizeh allowing the girl to pull herself up into seated position. However in spite of that she wasn't given the opportunity to rest and relax willy nilly. Instead Alizeh found Marzia's legs kicking back wildly, slamming into her side. "Ngh!" Grunting from the blow Alizeh would roll away as well before sitting up and watching Marzia do the same with a glare. Gritting her teeth softly Alizeh would wait until the Italian woman had managed to get back onto her feet. Then the moment that she was able to do so then Alizeh would dash forward! Picking up as much speed as possible Alizeh would leap up a few feet from Marzia, then as she closed in Alizeh would extend her leg out, going for a flying side kick aimed right at Marzia's chest with a massive "HYAH!" As she did so!

[CaptainL]

In some ways, the fact that both Marzia and Alizeh had come this far since their paths first crossed made the circumstances even more tragic. Both women had grown more skilled and adept than ever before, finding the areas they had previously struggled in and turning them into strengths. A rematch between them was bound to take what they had learned and put it to the test, and when the same flaws that had slowed them down before could no longer keep them back, it was sure to be an exciting culmination of what had come before. But the dream match that had been was impossible now. Marzia and Alizeh were no longer friendly competitors who wanted to encourage one another to be their best, and to see what they were capable of if they pushed past their limits. Now, they only cared about winning - and not just that, but crushing their opponents so thoroughly that no one could ever be mistaken they could be friends again. Not even themselves.

Even as she was thrown down into the mat, her body aching from the landing, Marzia knew that she couldn't stop now. She couldn't yield to Alizeh like this; she had to keep fighting! With her teeth clenched in a snarl and one eye squeezed shut, the Italian forced the will to fight back into her aching muscles, shoving herself back up as her legs flailed. It didn't matter if it hurt, she told herself; Alizeh wouldn't show any mercy, and neither should she! Sure enough her foot rang out with a crack, knocking the green-haired girl off her feet. Then, Marzia began to rise to her feet. Her brow dripped with sweat, and her chest heaved with pants for air, but she knew she had to push onward. She couldn't slow down.

However, Alizeh wasn't any less ready. No sooner had Marzia righted herself that she threw herself forward, flinging herself through the air with a powerful kick! The crowd gasped as the blow landed with the sound of a crack, knocking Marzia back toward the ropes with a cry of pain. Her head was thrown backward with a whip of her dark hair, and she struck the ropes with enough force to shake the ring. But as her back dug into the cables, she managed to halt her momentum, reaching out to grab onto the ropes at her sides. Holding herself in place, she turned to look up at Alizeh, fixing her eyes on her with a glare!

With the snarl of a wild animal, Marzia pushed herself back against the ropes, drawing on their momentum to spring herself forward. With that she took off, coming charging toward Alizeh - and, when she came close, she would extend her arms to grab onto her head for a bulldog, hoping to take her down!

[Bare]

Everything was intense now. The very definition of it. Over the course of this entire match the chains of friendship that previously linked Alizeh and Marzia had been gradually broken down bit by bit until, in the last few moments they finally seemed to break all together. What was previously a long awaited battle between friends was now a bitter and vicious contest between rivals, no enemies. Thats what Alizeh and Marzia had become. Enemies of the highest order and the two wouldn't stop until they destroyed the other in the most brutal way possible. Hitting each other with the hardest moves possible and knocking each other for a loop every other moment of the battle between them.

As it stood Alizeh had the last advanage, managing to run and leap up, delivering a epic flying kick that looked as if it had come out of a kung fu movie! Driving her foot into Marzia's chest Alizeh watched as the Italian woman went stumbling backwards into the ropes, clearly affected and hurting from the blow. Landing on her but from the move Alizeh looked up, expecting to see Marzia stunned against the ropes, ripe for Alizeh to continue attacking once she was able to get up. After all with a strike like the one Alizeh had delivered what else could she do?

Evidently though quite a lot. Just as Alizeh was starting to stand up, ready to try and press what she thought was a good advantage, Marzia was keen to prove her wrong by coming in hot off the ropes! Eyes widening in shock Alizeh's head was grabbed and she was pulled right off of her feet and slammed face first into the mat with a loud impact! "Gah!" Alizeh cried out in pain as she hit the mat, legs flying up before flopping down against the mat with a groan of pain escaping her lips as she immediately curled up a bit, clutching her head with a wince of pain on her face.

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Marzia was still sore where Alizeh had landed her blow. She had nearly been knocked off her footing, and she needed to hang onto the ropes for support. Her chest felt numb, and she clenched her teeth with a hiss as she tried to shake the thought out of her head. She couldn't let this slow her down. She was stronger than that! The old Marzia might have hesitated if she was in pain, but that was in the past. Now, Marzia had to prove that she was stronger than before; that she could fight through anything! Not even her own body urging her to stop, to rest and nurse her wounds, could slow her down now!

Just as Alizeh was getting back up, Marzia sprung. She threw her full weight against the green-haired girl, tackling her onto her face. As she felt the canvas rumble beneath their landing, Marzia took a moment to catch her breath, shaking herself out. But she needed to throw herself right back into the fray. Now that she had taken Alizeh down, she had her where she needed her, and she was going to take full advantage of that!

Alizeh had thwarted her attempts to make her submit before. But that just meant that she needed to try harder! If the last hold didn't work, the next surely would! Marzia went to push herself forward, sliding her hips up along the girl's spine to bring herself onto her back, and to weigh Alizeh back down onto her face even as she tried to shield herself. There, she would reach down to grab for her opponent's jaw, looking to yank back on it to bend her spine in a camel clutch! "Oh no," she shouted, "you're not getting away from me THAT easily!"

[Bare]

Alizeh had thought she would be in a place to do some damage to Marzia but she had been wrong. Rather than being able to press any lead against her the Italian literally bounced back, slamming into Alizeh and bringing her down head first into the mat with a bulldog! 'Shit.' Alizeh thought to herself through the wince of pain present on her face knowing how bad this position was. Their bout had been like this all the way through, intense, back and forth, hard hitting, hell had Marzia not changed so completely Alizeh would have been enjoying it.

But she couldn't afford to do that right now. As is the girl was too wiley and aggressive for the green haired girl to afford anything but one hundred percent seriousness towards her. Though she wouldn't get the chance to do much of anything before Marzia moved onto her next move, and it'd be a doozy for Alizeh to force or think her way out of.

"Aghhh!" Screaming in pain as her neck was wrenched backwards at an unnatural angle Alizeh was caught fully in the camel clutch and its effectiveness was on full display for all to see. 'Dammit.... Need to think of a way... out of this!' Alizeh thought to herself, shooting a positively lethal glare at the ref as he dropped down to ask her if she quit, the look being more than enough of answer for him as he backed off. For now though Alizeh could just anguish in the hold, trying to think of a way out!

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Marzia couldn't hold back now. She wasn't doing this just to settle the score with Alizeh, after their first match had ended in a draw that gave her nothing to boast over. She wanted to prove to everyone that her old self was gone. She wasn't going to hesitate or shrink away just because she was facing the woman she had once respected as a friend. She wasn't the Marzia who might have frozen up under pressure, or gotten too cautious. She knew she had to strike fast and hard, and she couldn't leave any room for doubt.

Hurling herself toward Alizeh, Marzia grabbed her by the head without skipping a beat and dragged her down to make an impact face-first against the canvas. From there, she was quick to roll on top of the green-haired girl, grabbing her chin and bending her back as far as she could! Alizeh cried out in pain, enough to make Marzia, for a few fleeting seconds, feel an inkling of guilt for the agony she was inflicting on her old friend. But that was soon swallowed up by all the anger she felt at being belittled and pushed aside for too long - and that reminded her that making Alizeh scream wouldn't be enough for her. She needed her submission. No, she needed her to beg for mercy!

Marzia's knuckles grew white from the pressure she put on her joints as she dug her fingertips into Alizeh's tanned skin, holding onto her with all her might and bending back as far as she could to stretch her back even further. She threw her head back, and her teeth were locked in a grimace, the veins in her neck bulging. At the same time, through all the strain she was putting on herself, her grip was beginning to slacken, and her fingers twitched as she struggled to maintain her grasp. Little by little, Alizeh was falling through. But Marzia couldn't let the hold go now. She had to finish what she started - and hopefully, Alizeh would tap out before she had no choice but to let go!

[Bare]

Alizeh grunted and groaned still in pain as she withstood the bulk of Marzia's brutal submission hold, her neck and chin especially ached in pain from the camel clutch which despite being a basic move the Italian girl was cranking it for all it was possibly worth. 'Damn it!' Alizeh thought to herself with gritted teeth as she thought of what she could do. After all with the girl's grip as tight as it was it wouldn't be easy for Alizeh to directly counter or force her way free of the dark haired girl's grip. Not unless something was done about how tight it was.

'Well speak of the devil.' Alizeh though to herself as the grip slowly but noticeably got weaker. 'Knew it. Keeping it as tight as it is must have been difficult to do, now she's paying the price.' Alizeh thought to herself, grinning slightly as she shifted her grip to her opponent's knees. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Alizeh to work with. Despite the pain she was currently still in she would be more than able to fight her way out of this. So despite some grunts of effort Alizeh would force her knees under her. Trying to give herself a base to work under as she used the slight room created by Marzia's slackening grip Alizeh would pull her spine and neck back to slowly sit up with Marzia now on her back similar to a piggy back!

"GRAHHHHHH! AGHHHHH!" Roaring in determination Alizeh would slowly push her feet under her while bending forward, pushing up on Marzia's knees to try and slide her up whilst bending her head down. Not only looking to fully break Marzia's grip but slide the girl into a sitting position on Alizeh's shoulders so that once she was fully on her feet Alizeh would have Marzia in a electric chair position. "Alright then.." Alizeh said in a raspy voice as she reached up to grab hold of Marzia's wrists to insure she wouldn't escape. Once done, Alizeh would throw herself back, attempting to land a new, as of yet unnamed finisher she borrowed from Panther Risako, the Japanese Ocean Suplex!

[CaptainL]

Marzia had tried to hold in the camel clutch as long as her body could physically bear the pressure of doing so. Her teeth clenched, and her knuckles went white as she tried to force every bit of strength she could muster out of them, but even with the skilled technician she was - and even with her bull-headed determination that was made stronger than ever before by her desire not to seem weak in front of an old friend - Marzia was still human. The pressure of her grip was growing lighter and lighter with each passing moment, until finally she was forced to release the hold - and a moment later, Alizeh got her knees under her. The Italian girl gasped as she felt herself being hoisted higher into the air on Alizeh's back, a gasp that was echoed by the fans as they saw such a daring move. But when the shock wore off, Marzia would only try to squeeze her legs tighter together to prevent herself from slipping. If she couldn't hold onto the camel clutch, she figured, she could at least stay seated on Alizeh's back.

But that was a mistake. Soon enough, Alizeh pushed Marzia up further, guiding her onto her shoulders. Marzia's jaw dropped as she looked around, finding herself higher above the ring than she'd been since the bell sounded. She tried to twist and turn in an effort to pull herself away from her foe, but it was hopeless - she'd missed her chance to break away, and now that Alizeh had her caught by the arms, the only way Marzia could go was down. That's where she would head a moment later - as Alizeh dropped backward, taking Marzia with her to slam her against the mat! The canvas shook beneath her as her back arched up from the ground and she cried out in pain, moments before she dropped flat on her back panting for air.