Duel of Rebirths: Alizeh Midori vs Marzia Servelli 2

[Bare]

Delivering a momentous impact with her impromptu finisher counter to Marzia the green haired girl had planted the Italian and left her dry heaving in pain. The only problem? Alizeh wasn't in a better position. Having to lift Marzia's whole body weight directly from a torturous submission hold that targeted her neck and spine was exhausting and painful. Something that left Alizeh winded and exhausted, laying on her back as well, her head still even resting on Marzia's lap as she collected herself. 'Damn.. gotta move.' Alizeh thought to herself as she lifted her head up and got into a seated position, trying to at least insure that Marzia wouldn't be able to immediately counter attack against her. "Remember..." Alizeh said with a glare at Marzia as she turned over on her hands and began to crawl over Marzia's body until she was just above the girl's face. "You wanted it this way." Alizeh reminded before getting into a seated positon on Marzia's lap.

As she did so Alizeh would lift her arm up before bringing it down hard on Marzia's face! Something that if successful Alizeh would repeat with her other arm. Again and again, Alizeh would throw punch after punch towards Marzia. Looking to perform a brutal ground and pound on the Italian girl to further daze and hurt the Italian to make her even more susceptible to what Alizeh had in mind next!

[CaptainL]

With Alizeh hitting the Japanese Ocean Suplex, the crowd broke out into eager cheers and applause. It was a breathtaking move, and Alizeh's command over it showed how far she had come since she and Marzia had last crossed paths. However, this wouldn't be the end of the match. This match was only to be determined by submission, and Alizeh wasn't trying to make Marzia submit. That meant there was still more she had in store - and the Italian girl knew it. For a moment, however fleeting, she looked up at Alizeh as she was crawling over on top of her, and she was shaken back into her memories of the friendship the two had shared. She winced - how much was Alizeh going to hurt her now? She was all too keenly aware that in any other circumstances, this wouldn't be happening. She and Alizeh would still be friends. This would have been the friendly rematch she had always wanted. Had she gone and squandered that? As she heard Alizeh tell her it was what she had wanted, Marzia winced. Was this was she wanted, deep down?

She wouldn't have time to think about it, either way. Alizeh began raining down punches from her mounted position, knocking Marzia's head this way and that! She cried out in pain as her head was buffeted from side to side by the flying fists; every time she thought she had shrugged off one punch, the next one came to throw her head to the other side. Clenching her teeth, Marzia tried to raise her arms up toward her head to block the incoming blows. At the same time, she moved to buck upward with her hips and arch her back, hoping that she could throw Alizeh off her center of balance.

[Bare]

Slamming Marzia down had been surprisingly easy. Well.. emotionally at least. Physically it was extremely taxing to say the least. But she had managed to do so even if she felt exhausted following the finisher. Of course not in this case given this match could only end one way, and pinfall wasn't one of them. No matter however. At this point Alizeh didn't even fully care about the stipulation. All she wanted to do was beat Marzia. So whether Marzia was cognizant or half conscious when she made her tap didn't matter, Alizeh would take advantage of that.

So with mounting the girl Alizeh began to rain her punches down on the woman's face, blistering her with multiple punches that rocked Marzia and sent her head turning with each one, even when she tried to guard against them. This however, Alizeh would admit was harder than it looked. Not physically emotionally. As much as Alizeh was angry at Marzia her constant reminder of Marzia wanting this was also partially for herself. To keep herself aware that MARZIA wanted the match to go down this path, that SHE wanted to alienate and get angry at Alizeh for nothing, to suppress the part of herself that wanted to reach out to the girl.

"Ngh!" Soon enough the internal debate and punches would stop all at once when Marzia bucked out of the barrage of blows. 'Dammit.' Alizeh thought to herself as she pushed herself back up before practically diving down on Marzia. As she did so however she wouldn't do so on the Italian's top half. Instead Alizeh would aim to come down Marzia's leg... Bringing her closed hands above her head down on Marzia's leg as she did so with a double axe handle before Alizeh would start to try and hit and smack the leg with whatever she could manage in the moment.

[CaptainL]

Even being bludgeoned with punches wasn't going to put Marzia any closer to a submission than the Japanese Ocean Suplex would have. But to Alizeh, that didn't matter. Winning the match wouldn't even matter. It wasn't about money, or glory, or setting the record straight. The only prize Alizeh needed was the knowledge that she had bested her old friend - and, for Marzia, that desire was even greater. Actually making Alizeh submit wouldn't matter to her, and she didn't care that they had made a promise in the past to face each other again. She wanted to put this matter to rest once and for all - that she would never let the person she used to be get in the way of achieving what she was always meant to, and not even memories of her past would drag her back, after how far she had come. She'd come too far to throw it all away.

With an arch of her back and a twist of her hips, Marzia finally managed to shake her opponent off of her. Still sore from the punches, she lay there gasping for air, rubbing at her head to try and dull the pounding ache in her temples. But Alizeh was already on the move - and, as she closed in on Marzia, she sprang off her feet, raising her hands above her head to slam them down in a double axe handle!

At the sight of the incoming blow, Marzia shook, letting out a gasp as Alizeh flew toward her. She instinctively raised her arms to protect her - only to find that it wasn't the center of mass Alizeh was aiming for. Instead, she came down hard on Marzia's leg, catching her off her guard! The dark-haired girl cried out in shock, her jaw dropping with a gasp as her hips bucked up from the mat. When she sank back down, her teeth were clenched in a grimace of pain. She couldn't think of what Alizeh had in mind. Was she trying to cripple her by going after her legs, so that she couldn't use them to fight back?

She would soon find there was no time to sit around and ponder that, as Alizeh drew back her hand, going to connect a sharp slap across her thigh! Marzia let out a yelp from the stinging sensation, sinking back down with a wince. However, she couldn't let Alizeh get away with this for long! Putting all her weight into it, she rolled herself onto her side and kicked out with both legs in an attempt to latch them onto Alizeh for a headscissor while she was still close. However, one of those legs was still sore, and Alizeh would find that the pressure wasn't quite as hard on that side. Marzia couldn't put as much force on that leg as she would have hoped without hurting herself - and her hold was compromised accordingly!

[Bare]

The time for memories and regret was over. Alizeh had lapsed briefly into such thoughts and it led to her being bucked off of her opponent. Thankfully Marzia wasn't able to immediately follow and attack, probably the one silver lining of that little exchange. But it the last straw for Alizeh. She could afford no more mercy or worry for Marzia and how she and Alizeh were before, it was a fight Marzia had wanted so it was a fight she would get. Alizeh however was gonna fight to end this as soon as possible, not like how she fought in their first match, playing around and taking opportunities to play to the crowd or level of the match. No now Alizeh was gonna get cerebral.

So diving forward Alizeh would bring a heavy blow right down onto her opponent's leg, causing a sharp impact of pain that left Marzia screaming in the wake of her attack. 'Perfect.' Alizeh thought to herself as she connected a slap along with a a few other choice hits against the lower limb, looking to cause as much pain there as possible.

Marzia however was of course, not a particular fan of Alizeh choice in offense. After all who would like their leg being targeted with pain? Not that her compliance was a factor, but Marzia's resistance? Yeah that was something Alizeh would have to deal with as before she knew it Marzia would manage to roll over, swinging her legs up and wrapping them around Alizeh's head for a tight headscissors! "Ngh!" Alizeh grunted into her opponent's legs, knowing this was dangerous, not just for the obvious reasons but because it would allow Marzia the perfect opportunity to rest while Alizeh was locked down.

'Not on my watch.' Alizeh thought to herself with a glare as despite the constriction around her head Alizeh continued to send slaps and punches to the leg of Marzia she had targeted. Already this leg felt a bit looser around Alizeh so she would aim to make it even more so. Then she would reach up to the girl's feet, grasping at the foot belonging to Marzia's targeted leg. As she did so Alizeh would turn over herself in a bid to turn Marzia's over onto her stomach Alizeh pulled back, trying to force her head from behind Mariza's thighs. If successful than Alizeh would use her grip on Marzia's foot to pull the girl's injured leg back in a single leg boston crab!

[CaptainL]

Marzia had fallen right into Alizeh's trap. She hadn't just targeted the Italian girl's leg to cause her pain in that moment - it was only one part of a grander scheme. With her leg still sore, Marzia wouldn't be able to put as much force on it as she typically would, which slowed down her efforts when she tried to bring her opponent to a submission. When Marzia tried to lock her legs around Alizeh's head, her opponent simply directed her offense against the weakened limb, laying into it with strikes and smacks!

Each punch and slap that landed against Marzia's bad leg caused her to shudder. Her teeth clenched from the growing pain, and her body tensed up, her fists balled tightly. Her thighs squeezed tighter together around Alizeh's temples, less from a desire to deal damage and more as a result of her struggling to bear the sensation. But she could only hold onto that force for a fleeting moment. Soon, as her legs grew slack, her sore leg began to slip even further away from Alizeh's head - and that meant that when the green-haired girl grabbed Marzia's ankle and rolled her over, she had no way of stopping her!

Alizeh was able to get on top of her back, pulling her leg into a Boston Crab. Suddenly feeling all the pressure on her body concentrated into her one injured leg, Marzia threw her head back and let out a scream, her eyes squeezed shut from the pain. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she bit at her lip to try and keep them from falling. She couldn't let herself be this weak. No one could see her shed a tear - not only from the pain, but also from knowing how she had gotten herself into this situation to begin with. It was her fault.

It shouldn't have been this way. She should've been better than this. She always was - she'd put the lessons she had learned in studying engineering to good use, working out where her opponent's weak points were and targeting those. Her analytical thinking had saved her more than once. She should have known better than to use a move involving her legs so soon after they'd been targeted - what was she thinking!? The old Marzia, she thought, would never do such a thing. In her pursuit of power, had she given up what she knew she was always good at? Had she let herself be so consumed with rage and a blind desire to win and to punish her opponents at all costs that she couldn't draw on the very things that had given her strength to begin with any more? Had she made herself weaker?

No - that couldn't be true. She told herself as much as she shook her head, her teeth clenched in a scowl. The old Marzia was too hopeless to have stood a chance here! She was stronger now, and she didn't have to let this hold be the end of her. The old Marzia wouldn't have fought back. But she could - and she would! She clawed at the mat, trying to drag herself across the canvas toward the ropes, as she panted and huffed with each inch she moved.

[Bare]

Alizeh was practically roaring in both fury and effort as she pulled back on Marzia's leg, her targeting of the limb showing just how strongly she was taking this match. As a submission specialist it wasn't unusual in of itself for Alizeh to do so, limb targeting while often having a heelish connotation due to some... bad apples, wasn't unusual in many submission experts case. After all it was just good strategy more often than not. But... what made the difference between proper technical limb targeting, and heelish limb targeting was the manner in which it was done.

Just target a limb with repeated holds or strikes? That was fairly fine. What made it heelish though.. was the manner in which that limb was targeted. The intensity and brutality in aggressing and damaging it. Alizeh in that regard... was taking the heelish route. Targeting and torquing on Marzia's leg, twisting the girl's foot and wrenching on it as hard as she could to do as much damage as possible to it and make Marzia either tap or unable to walk.

That was just how it was right now. It wasn't Alizeh's first choice in how to fight someone, but it was what she would do to win. Something made all the easier by Marzia and her actions tonight. After all... if there was one thing in the world that Alizeh hated more than anything... it was traitors and liars. Something Marzia had proven to be both right now. So now... Now Alizeh would make damn sure the girl knew what happened when you betrayed HER trust.

However Marzia was of course resisting. It wasn't a surprise for Alizeh. Even if this version of Marzia was a significant downgrade to Alizeh it came as no surprise to her that the girl was managing to tough things out for now and begin an agonizing crawl to the ropes. 'Just gotta take it up a notch.' Alizeh thought to herself as she suddenly swung herself off Marzia's back and knelt at the girl's side... Before raising the girl's caught leg up and slamming it knee first into the mat! Not just once though, Alizeh would start to raise it up before repeatedly bashing it over and over again, trying to do as much damage as possible to the Italian girl's knee!

Then once she was satisfied with the barrage... Alizeh would drop down, pulling Marzia's leg with her as she threw her legs around it, looking to pull Marzia's already hurt leg into yet another leg based submission, this time a knee bar! "If you want freedom you're paying for every inch with agony!" Alizeh would roar to Marzia as she pulled on the limb to do as much damage as possible while using her new position to essentially act as a anchor for the girl and make it more difficult than before for her to try and reach the ropes!

[CaptainL]

Every inch Marzia was dragged across the canvas came to her with a burning agony. Alizeh had her twisted into a Boston Crab, and she was putting more and more strain on her already aching leg the closer she pulled herself toward the ropes. The Italian girl's teeth clenched in a grimace as a shudder shook her body, her face growing red from the strain, but she knew she couldn't stop now. She was this close to the ropes, and she couldn't give in. Giving in was what the old Marzia would do - but she was better than that now. She was stronger! She wouldn't let herself get slowed down! Even if she had to wince at the thought of the brutality Alizeh was unleashing on her, knowing that she would never put her through this much pain if they were still friends - and indeed, the very fact she was willing to go to such lengths stood as proof of how she'd truly turned her back on Marzia - she couldn't let those thoughts hold her back for long, and she shook her head from side to side to try and shake them out of her. There was no time for regrets now. Only results!

Of course, Alizeh was making that hard for her. As she began to bash Marzia's leg into the mat, dropping it onto the canvas hard and leaving it to bounce back up before doing it again and again, it was enough to make the dark-haired girl stop in her tracks. She threw her head back, bellowing in agony; each strike sent another wave of pain up her limb. And worse yet, Alizeh was about to truly take the pain to Marzia, as she took the leg and rolled it into a kneebar!

Marzia's knee had been battered, stretched, and torqued in just about every direction she could think of. Now, it was twisted into an angle that left her struggling to bear the pain - her stamina had been whittled down by Alizeh's attacks, and while she might have been able to shrug off a hold like this if she was in better shape, now was a different story; the pain had been amplified tenfold! She arched her back off the mat, screaming even louder, before she dropped back down, panting and gasping for air. But Alizeh's taunts weren't lost on her. Marzia knew that the green-haired girl wanted her to fight with her life for every inch she traveled. But that was a price Marzia was willing to pay, and she would prove that! Clenching her teeth, she raised her head, staring back at Alizeh with a glare. "Fine-!! That's fine! I'll do whatever it takes!!" She wasn't the same hopeless girl she'd been before, and she would show that to the world - starting by punching at Alizeh's leg while she was holding on, hoping it could force her to let go!

[Bare]

Alizeh was getting into brutal territory, a head space she had only gone in once before against Serilda Akira in their rematch. Just like then Alizeh was also targeting the leg of her opponent, in particular Alizeh was brutalizing Marzia's leg and knee with everything she had, using all the knowledge she had gained to inflict as much pain as possible. In particular Alizeh was using the Italian girl as a living training dummy to display all the submission knowledge and chain wrestling that had been passed onto her from Panther Risako. All skills she was showing to visceral effect with Marzia as her workboard. Thus far Alizeh had done a fair amount of damage to Mariza, between the boston crab, the knee bashes and now the leg bar. All of it culminated in a severely damaged leg ripe for Alizeh's finisher. All she would need from there is a chance to land that move to its fullest effect. Until then however, Alizeh was more than happy to continue inflicting as much damage to Marzia's leg as possible, twisting and brutalizing the leg with everything she had to cause as much damage as possible!

Of course Alizeh had all but commanded the Italian to fight for her life if she wanted her leg freed, and sure enough even if her head was too thick for other words to reach here, those hit right at home and rang true. So within moments of saying them Alizeh began to grunt and wince as the dark haired girl's fists came crashing down on her limb, slowly but surely doing damage. No where near the amount Alizeh had done to Marzia's, but enough to start annoying Alizeh who had to grit her teeth in response to the blows.

"Fine then!" Alizeh finally barked out as she surprisingly undid the leg bar hold on Mariza. Rolling backwards as she did so Alizeh would stand up while pushing her bangs out of her face, placing her hands on her hips as she did so while staring down at Marzia's hurting, agonized form from all the punishment Alizeh had delivered to the girl's limb. "Think you're tough huh Marzia?" Alizeh asked, baiting the Italian heel, wanting her to stand up, they were in the end game now, and Alizeh knew it, all she needed was the perfect opportunity to end this bout once and for all, and the sooner Marzia stood the better. "Well come on prove it! Go on discount Marzia!" Alizeh said, making her feelings to this version of her former friend very, painfully clear with a heavy glare on her face as she did so, waiting for Marzia to do just that.

[CaptainL]

Alizeh's assault was proving far more effective against Marzia than even she had likely anticipated. Not only was the pressure building on the Italian girl's leg with each hold and position she guided her into, growing nearly unbearable, the technical expertise she showed couldn't help but remind her all too well of their last match together - one that had challenged both of them as submission specialists, and that had shown off how evenly matched they were in such a regard, with the two of them exchanging holds up until the final mutual lock that had led to both of them being knocked out. When Marzia saw what Alizeh was capable of doing, it reminded her of the match they had had, and the rematch that could have been, if she hadn't turned her back on everything she once stood for and believed in. The match that they could have been having now, had she not been so convinced she needed to throw everything away. Since training with Gail, she had let her training in technical moves slip, in favor of simpler but more brutal brawling. But Alizeh was reminding her of what she had given up on, and it made her clench her teeth, welling up with regrets. She could have been her.

But she couldn't let that slow her down, she told herself. When she was lost in her thoughts, her push toward the ropes had slowed. She looked back at the ropes, thinking of how she could make it there, but the pain in her leg quickly reminded her of the predicament she found herself in. That was when she realized that all this time, trying to drag herself to freedom, she was running away. That wasn't something she'd do any more. She was strong enough to fight her own battles, and she had to get up and do it!

Marzia turned her sights toward Alizeh, starting to slam her fist into her leg in the hopes of forcing her to let go. She worked herself into a frenzy; each blow she landed successfully motivated her to follow on that and to build to harder and harder punches, until she was throwing as much of her own weight as she could behind each strike, roaring like a wild animal every time it hit! She didn't care how much of her own energy she had to expend, as long as it got Alizeh to let go. And, soon enough, Alizeh released her, leaving Marzia to drop to her back - but not out of pain. Instead, Alizeh was only doing this to prove a point, and to provoke Marzia to fight even harder!

At first, the Italian lay there, her chest rising and falling as she tried to draw air back into her lungs. She stared up at the lights, her arms limp at her sides. Then, though, she began to gather her thoughts and sat back up. She winced as she rubbed at her knee, feeling a shot of pain run through her as she was reminded of the strain she'd been under. But that couldn't hold her back. She had a promise to uphold!

"D-Discount..." The words gave her pause, leaving her questioning if this was truly the best she could be. But she shook that thought out of her head. Doubts were only going to slow her down and hold her back! Letting out a roar, she jumped back to her feet, her eyes narrowed into a piercing glare at Alizeh as she stormed closer. "I'll show you how tough I am-!" With that, she drew back her arm, about to connect a solid chop straight at Alizeh's chest!