An Unholy Contest: Alanna Antoinette vs. Isaiah Bowen

[ScylliasExoter]

Seeing Isaiah lying on the ground and covering his face, Alanna would try to take advantage of him not seeing what she was doing. She stood next to him and blew a kiss to the crowd before jumping up and attempting to flip over and crash down on Isaiah with a standing moonsault. If successful, she would take his back and lock in a sleeper hold, attempting to ground him and keep him from regrouping.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah had heard somewhere that instinct was no match for reason, and it proved true here, as Alanna taunted him before delivering a rather impressive moonsault, and since Isaiah didn't see it in time, he took the full brunt of it, and before he could respond, Alanna had him in a sleeperhold, thus wearing him down further, but, he figured that Alanna wouldn't finish him off this way, at least that's what he gathered from her match with that weirdo Upsilon...

[ScylliasExoter]

As Alanna held Isaiah in the sleeper hold, she whispered in his ear, ”You’re going to go to sleep, Saint Homme.” Isaiah was resilient and, while his struggling slowed down, Alanna found it taking too long to put him away. Not wanting him to have time to work out an escape, especially since her sleeper didn’t have an ideal angle on him, Alanna decided to take the opportunity to shift to a more devastating submission hold. She moved herself such that the two were in a seated position. The Frenchwoman then let go of the sleeper hold and would quickly attempt to wrap her legs around Isaiah’s head and neck to lock him in a figure four head scissors. ”Time to show you how to do my move!”

[SimplePride]

"I'm not a saint...not yet, anyway..." Isaiah responded to Alanna, not really having much to say on the matter, Isaiah hated to admit it, but, Alanna was the better wrestler here, but, it did comfort him knowing that Alanna only beat a man, she couldn't beat an ideology, no one could. Still, Alanna wanted to finish things her own way, and Isaiah was soon trapped in his opponent's thighs, the same way she finished off Upsilon, well, partly anyway...

[ScylliasExoter]

Alanna squeezed her powerful, toned legs, crushing the head and neck of her foe. She saw his arms swaying and slowly dropping to the canvass. She felt him struggle less and less. Before he faded out, inspiration struck Alanna and she immediately let go before he was knocked out. She propped him up and said, “You think I can only dominate willing jobbers? I’ll show you just how easily I can beat a loser like you with any hold. Since you liked using my move, after all…” Alanna snickered as she lifted Isaiah up and wrapped her arms around his torso. She pressed him in close, chest-to-chest, locking him in a bearhug.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah was willing to accept defeat from Alanna via the headscissors, it was her finisher, after all, but, surprisingly to him most of all, she let go of him. Maybe she had some sort of pity for him, he thought, as he was suddenly stood up, Alanna then said something about him using her move, and suddenly was hoisted up in a bearhug. She was going to finish him off with his own finisher! Isaiah tried to wrestle his way out, but, ultimately failed, He wouldn't have minded losing to her finisher, but his? This was just insulting, "Have your victory, but, when this is done, a nightmare waits for you!" This was the last thing he said before slumping over Alanna's shoulder...

[ScylliasExoter]

Isaiah struggled in Alanna’s bearhug. She squeezed his lower back with surprising strength, having learned from Helen and, by extension, her ex Alexios how to do a bearhug effectively. Isaiah struggled, but he was already weakened from her sleeper and headscissors and Alanna held her vice like grip with frightening efficiency.

Alanna taunted her foe as he writhed in her crushing embrace. “Awww is the man upset that a woman’s beating him with his own move? You can submit or go take a nap. Either way, I’m better than you. You know it. They all know it.” Isaiah grew weaker and gave Alanna one final threat before he slumped over her shoulder. The holy man’s struggling ceased and he went limp in Alanna’s arms. “Oh non! A nightmare awaits me! What ever will I do?!” she mockingly laughed to no one in particular as she held her unconscious foe.

The ref lifted Isaiah’s arm and let go. His arm dropped down to his side.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

The bell rang. Alanna Antoinette had won. The Frenchwoman felt immense satisfaction upon the third arm drop. She gave Isaiah another squeeze with the bearhug to milk it for the crowd and then let him go. But Alanna was far from done. She quickly ran to the timekeepers table and grabbed her phone, which she had left there. She then returned to the ring and propped Isaiah up, holding him like a hunter holding a trophy. She took several selfies while holding her unconscious foe with different mocking faces in each. She then let him down again and planted a boot on his chest, taking more vertical selfies of her posing over him. “Au revoir!” yelled Alanna as she walked to the back, basking in her triumph.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah didn't hear anything that was said as he was too out of it to really hear anything, he did feel himself hitting the canvas, and he heard the bell ring, signaling the match's end. As he began to come too, he began to feel something on his chest. He awoke to see Alanna, with a boot on his chest, taking selfies over his prone body! As he was too weak to do much about it, he let it happen, but, when Alanna left, he slowly sat up, he could hear a few giggles from the audiance. But, Isaiah smiled wickedly, Alanna had made a grave error: He gave him an excuse to welcome her into his house. A different music than his entrance music blared over the loudspeaker, and everyone knew what it meant...

Spoiler

A nightmare, indeed, awaited the French heel...

WINNER BY KO
ALANNA ANTOINETTE