K.Z.K vs. Helena DuBois

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KZK was on the ground on her back and Helena wanted to keep this woman on the mat. She sat up and spun around quickly trying to wrap her legs around her opponents head while clamping down, hoping to lock in a headscissor to squeeze the air right out of her! Helena grit her teeth and squeezed with everything she had while scowling at this woman.

"Being a showoff is good..... being willing to be ruthless to win beats that every time honey!" Helena said with a laugh as she grit her teeth again, exerting herself and squeezing with all he strength she had in her long, firm legs!

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The Brazillian was, of course, was in no position counter the scissor hold, still dazed from the toss, so that therr was no difficulty in locking it in. While Kelya would have, in better circumstances, known what she needed to do the escape Helena's, hold regaining one's senses to the feeling of someone crushing your neck with their legs did not exactly inspire compsure.

So instead of putting her energy into a proper escape, she mostly fruitlessly slapped at here blonde foe's legs, while she tried to use her legs strying to force them close enough to the ring ropes that KZK could reach for them, one way or another.

The experience was, on its own, terrile. Helena used the opportunity mock her style for being excessive and impractical, while bringing considerable leg strength being brought to bare against her throat. It didn't matter that the brazilian felt she was stronger than Helena, the blonde was certainly strong known to hurt her taller foe plenty!

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Helena kept squeezing and trying to choke the life right out of KZK when the official called for a rope break! Helena saw her at the ropes but kept the hold locked in to choke her out a few more seconds! "Oh dear you know that doesn't work with me." Helena said to the official with a smile. That is when the DQ count began.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

Helena let go right before she was disqualified with a five count for keeping the hold locked in. She stood up and backed away as the official stood between the two for a moment. Helena knew her opponent was going to get up and come back at her. She had to be ready and hoped she was starting to get under her foe's skin.

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Kelya would manage to reach the ropes, but despite that, her foe woukd continue to maintain the scisssor hold on her another long and painful four seconds. She couldn't blame her for it, it she'd certainly do the same, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be angry about it.

"You...dirty...blonde...bitch." Kelya would say to Helena, wheezing as the canadian got off her and stood back. Perhaps most of all, however, KZK was angry with herself, she knew how to escape a headscissor outright, but she'd paniced to much to do so. What could have lead into an opportunity for a reversal, instead meant a longer choke and offical needing to step in to save her.

Rather than get up to her feet, Kelya would roll out of the ring and get to her feet outside of the ring. The brazillian was getting annoyed, leaving the bonde bruised and in lasting pain was starting to become more important priority than notching a win to her.

"You want to fight dirty, huh? Then let's fight out here!" KZK would yell back into the ring from outside of it.

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Helena knew she was winning the mental game. Her foe's mindset was slipping and she was content to keep it going. "Oh sure.... or....."

"ONE!"

The official was starting the count-out count, and Helena stood with her arms out and smiled at KZK. "I can just let you get counted out dear. That works just the same doesn't it?" Helena said with a smile and laugh. She paraded around but always kept an eye on KZK just out of the corner of her eye. Helena would stay just out of reach towards the middle of the ring and gloat while waiting for KZK to respond. As soon as KZK jumped up onto the apron to climb in or once she slid in underneath the bottom rope that is when Helena would pounce, running in and drop-kicking KZK when she was letting Helena get under her skin!

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Kelya unfocused anger somewhat subsided Helena's response. Just let her get counted out? She thought, what a coward. It didn't take her long after that to guess what Helena might have been planning, however.

"Oh, you're scared. Nice. So I know you'll be outmatched when I toss you out here." KZK mocked. Her foe's last moments outside of ropes involved getting her skull rammed into the ring apron. The Brazilian wanted to improve on that.

"TWO!..."

"I'll come back in for you." Kelya walked up to the ring apron and placed her hands on top of it, staring at Helena, smiling. For a moment she pushed up, before coming back down. She didn't actually intend to enter this way.

"THREE!..."

"Ha, you must think I'd leave myself vulnerable to a cheapshot. As if!." KZK said. The woman of the amazon knew better than to fall for a trap like this, particularly since she had been thinking about it specifically before the match startrd. She'd make her around to the nearest set of steel steps, while keeping a close eye on Helena, then climb them to the ring apron.

"FOUR!..."

Now on the ring apron, Kelya would speak again to the blonde.

"You know, I'd gladly let you come out here and brawl with me on this edge. See which of takes a nasty tumble first. Unless you're too frail and clumsy for that." The brunette would say, having gestured to the ring apron and back toward another corner.

"FIVE!..."

If Helena didn't accept her offer and kept back, the Brazillian would, keeping an eye on her blonde enemy, grab hold of the top rope to help her jumping vault over it and back into the ring.

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Helena smiled and stayed silent. She knew what KZK was doing and unfortunately for Helena her opponent climbed the stairs. She saw KZK on the apron and knew that she would likely jump and flip in the ring using some other the top way once Helena charged. Helena decided to spring the trap, knowing that KZK would not be there on the apron if Helena ran on for a clothesline or dropkick.

Helena ran in but would try to stop herself the second KZK moved. Helena imagined she would try to vault over Helena so the scheming Canadian would try to be ready by swinging a kick behind her right into the abdomen of KZK!

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Though Kelya wanted to avoid being attacked while entering the ting, she figured that if she was quick enough, it might be possible to turn the tables on Helena and use a miscalculation by her to attack her opponent.

So when the blonde came close, she attempted to vault over her to first attack her from behubd, tgen toss her out of the ring. Unfortunately fir brunette, vefire she could do either, the canadian managed to kick the brazillian on the andomen, winding her and sending her a few feet back, partially hunched over, holding her gut in pain.

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Helena smiled as she had managed to use her opponents being a show woman against her. Helena ran at the doubled over KZK and grabbed her by the head before jumping up and leaning back looking to absolutely spike her head to the mat with a big DDT! If successful Helena would immediately roll KZK onto her back and go for a pin looking to see if that surprise counter coupled with a big impact to her head would be enough to end KZK.

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Kelya had taken harder kicks than what Helena had just sent into her abdomen. However, the kick had done enough to distract the brazilian from her blonde foe quickly descending on her. The brunette put up a moment of resistance, but KZKs minor advantage in strength was too small to make a difference.

Her opponent proceeded to pull her head first toward the canvas with a vengence. As the move fel ibto place, Kelya couldn't blame, heel or not, for the spiteful ferocity of the move. Earlier in the match, Kelya had driven the woman's head to the ring apron with the same intent to harm.

"Gahha!" She cried out after impact.

The force of impact rattled her skull and went through her neck. Now this pain was the sort she wasn't familar with from her MMA days. Helena would be quick to go for the pin.

"1..."

The official counted and it was almost as if the impact of their hand against the canvas triggered a reflex in KZK as she immidiately kicked out, with her hand going to her own forehead. Kelya's world was still plenty cloudy, she was certainly concious, but not yet truly aware.