Powerhouse Battle: Magna Bjorg vs. E'isa

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Magna knew she had to capitalize after putting the hurt on E’isa. She also knew she had another 10-20 seconds depending on the ref’s tolerance to get back into the ring.
“Apologies, but I just can’t pass up this opportunity.”
Magna reached around E’isa’s torso to her lower back and pulled her in close for a hug. The Swedish grappler was a powerhouse with a simple repertoire of moves given her being early in her career. A lot of them involved hugs and hugging E’isa and her toned physique was more enjoyable than most. She gave her a tight squeeze before briefly winding up with a squat. She then attempted to fling E’isa overhead and onto the floor with a belly to belly suplex!

[XXVV]

E'isa unable to get back to her feet for a couple seconds would rub her chest with her free arm, feeling like it was on fire. Her chest throbbing from the pain of the back-to-back chops. Trying to get herself together as the official would begin the count seeing both were outside, neither running to get back inside.

"ONE!" "TWO!"

Hearing Bjorg apologize as she tried to stand, this woman was either very sarcastic or too nice. E'isa could not distinguish which, in the middle of trying to get up, feeling Magna wrap around her torso near the lower back. Pulling the Latina in for a hug, E'isa familiar with this position would try to wiggle out but struggle. Bjorg's grip was hard to escape as she would continue to showcase how elite of a grappler and powerhouse she was. Magna would hug E'isa around her toned physique, feeling it was more enjoyable than most she'd faced. Pulling her in to squeeze tight as E'isa would gasp from the pressure, feeling her airways get tighter, Magna looking to be in control at the moment. E'isa still trying to wiggle and maneuver her way out would see Magna squat down and realize she had something else in mind.

"Ahhh.. h.. hhey.. ww.. what do.. you thin.."

But before she'd get the sentence out again she'd find herself disrupted by Magna's desire to get more offense off. Flinging E'isa overhead with a with a belly to belly suplex onto the hard outer floor. The Latina would yell out, immediately turning to the side right off first landing, the shock shooting through her back. The Latina trying to move to the side, trying to get pressure off her back though the pain lingered on. Official continuing the count as Bjorg seemed in control and was looking dominant swinging the momentum after coming off the rough chop-fest between them.

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

[ScylliasExoter]

Magna was back in control, but she knew she couldn’t win the match from outside the ring. She pulled E’isa to her feet. The Swede had time. To keep her foe stunned, Magna drove E’isa head first into the ring apron. She then threw her stunned opponent into the ring before sliding in after her.

[XXVV]

E'isa would try to get herself back together but struggle. The official continuing the count as "FIVE!" would be heard. The arena spun for a bit after the suplex as Bjorg would pull her up. Still plenty of time, wanting to keep the pressure, driving E'isa headfirst into the ring apron as the Latina would grunt loudly and then slumped downward, unable to stabilize, taking move after move with no room to breathe. The sound of "SIX!" echoed through the venue. Magna would throw the stunned E'isa into the ring as her well-toned muscular body would roll twice before she'd stop in place on her back looking up at the lights once more. Struggling to focus as being driven into the ring apron head first left her confused and disorientated. Trying to catch a breath and clear up her distorted visual, though she'd leave herself open for more potential offense attempting to get it together. Both back in the ring before the count of "SEVEN".

[ScylliasExoter]

Magna got E’isa back in the ring and began planning her next steps. E’isa’s offense had taken its toll on her, so she opted to recover for a bit while keeping the pressure on E’isa. Magna pulled E’isa up to a seated position (careful not to pull her hair) and snuggled up behind her. Magna then wrapped one of her muscular arms around E’isa’s throat and pulled her back into her stomach. Magna clasped her hands in an s-grip, cranking E’isa’s neck and choking her with a sleeper hold.

Magna would keep the pressure on while trying to get her heaving breathing under control. Magna pressed her cheek against E’isa’s and whispered in her ear,
”Not bad so far. Let’s see how you do on the ground.”

[XXVV]

E'isa looked up at the ceiling lights still a bit dazed, her neck hurting and a bit disorientated after eating the ringpost head first. Wanting to get up but her body stayed down, struggling to get up at the moment, her body choosing recovery over halting Bjorg's current momentum. Magna had taken some time to recover, finding an innovative way to keep the pressure on. E'isa would feel herself get pulled up into a seated position, anxious as she felt like more was coming, wanting to throw her elbow back. Her body would deter her though, finding herself in a precarious position. Feeling Magna snuggle her from behind, confused about what was going on until she felt the strong, well-toned, muscular arms wrap around her neck.

"huuuh.. uuhhh.. aghhh.."

Being pulled back into a sleeper hold, Magna locked it in firmly, clasping her hands in an s-grip. E'isa's words were cut off as she'd go from feeling Magna snuggled behind to now a second later getting choked. Survival mode kicked in as she felt her current condition didn't help her odds of escaping. Still a bit dizzy, trying to rotate to either side but Magna's grip would hinder her from moving too much.

"ahh.. gget.. off.. ack.."

Making a quick decision to just stop talking, shutting herself up as she was wasting more energy and oxygen wanting to reply to Magna. The hold locked in very tight, finding herself caught in Magna's wheelhouse. E-Mac leaving herself open to such a dangerous hold by a world-class submission specialist. Realizing what it meant if she was caught in it even a second too long, not wanting to get put to sleep. Trying to rock left and right, potentially get some momentum, and try to angle for the ropes. Magna looking like she was in control as E'isa was in trouble.

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E'isa's resistance prevented Magna from wrapping her up in bodyscissors. As such, the Swede could only hold the sleeper. The two women rocked back and forth, Magna riding E'isa's back to keep the choke locked in. She whispered again,
"Just tap. It's easier that way. Or not. I can respect that."
Magna quickly changed her grip to a traditional sleeper hold and used her free hand to push E'isa's head forward into the crook of her elbow, maximizing the choke's pressure. Magna moved with E'isa's resistance as she wore her foe down. She swung the Dominican woman side to side. E'isa's swayed until she went limp in Magna's arms. After a moment, the ref raised E'isa's hand in the air and let go. It dropped to her side with a thud.
ONE!
The ref lifted her arm and let go again.
TWO!!
E'isa appeared out and Magna almost had it won. The ref lifted E'isa's arm and let go...

[XXVV]

E'isa would struggle, trying to cope with the lack of oxygen. She was resilient but she was not unbreakable, her pain tolerance was high though. Higher than most, trying to stay in the match at all cost she tried to find angles to get Magna off. But each second in the choke felt like it zapped more and more of her strength and will. Most would usually tap under these circumstances but E'isa refused. She had yet to tap in any of her matches and her ego would not accept such a defeat.

Then she'd hear Magna whisper for her to just tap. Bjorg was confident this was the beginning of the end for E'isa. E'isa herself also wondered if she could get out, she had allowed herself to be caught by a submission specialist. Annoyed with herself, doubt and regret sank in. E'isa would continue to try and move around but now her rocking and been reduced to only a slight wiggle and faint rock to her left and right. Feeling the effects of limited oxygen, her body gave up on her as Magna changed her grip to a more traditional sleeper, using the free hand to really push E'isa's head into a prime position of the hold and maximize the pressure. The shift in the hold would cause E'isa to gasp, usually such an adjustment resulted in a loud gasp but E'isa already weak would only gasp faintly which only Magna would hear. Magna swaying side to side, staying with E'isa's movement as she tried to find a way out. Feeling her vision get blurry she'd continue to try and fight but something would occur that would shock her to her core, a potential signal that it might be over for her.

"mmph.. aac.. aa.. nn.. no.."

Fear would begin to set in as her left arm would stop moving and flop to the canvas. The Latina would try and try to get it to move but instead of getting movement back in her left arm, her right arm would follow suit. Feeling her body starting to completely shut down, even the sounds of her fainting resolve would cease.

"nn.. noo.. pp.. pleas.. I.. I.. still ca.."

Now, only her thoughts were accessible as her body quickly fell under, caught in Magna's sleeper. Her cloudy visual now getting darker and darker until she'd only see a faint tint out of the darkest shade of gray to the left of her arm. Her body would go limp as she'd slump back into Magna. No words just silence from E'isa as the once cocky, confident woman now lay looking defeated in the arms of Bjorg. The official would notice the condition of E-Mac and look to check her condition. Seeing she looked out of it, they would elect to grab her arm and try to see whether she could keep her arm raised. Testing if she had the will to continue though looking at E'isa it seemed she was done.

Grabbing the arms once, the official would drop it, to no surprise she would provide no resistance and her arm would drop to an audible THUD. The crowd looking on feeling like this match might be over already. E'isa would feel out of it but faintly feel her arm THUD on the canvas hard. Confusion set in, realizing she might be getting checked for a possible calling of the match. Her eyes were foggy, unable to pick up what was going on but that feeling was undeniable. Wanting to get some type of movement but her body denied her. Choosing rest and preservation over her selfish desire to keep fighting. The ref would grab her hand a second time, now aware but still unable to respond, she'd feel her arm hit the canvas once more and a deep wave of regret and doubt would overwhelm her. Feeling it might be over, the ref would grab and lift her arm one more time. The official wanted to call it after two, feeling E'isa was in danger but following proper ruling he'd drop it once more. E'isa would feel the grip and then feel her arm freefalling. Her arm coming down slowly, she'd feel like it might be over and in her mind look to be accepting defeat. But in a deep corner of her mind, she'd hear a voice, an egoistical, sinister, wicked voice that was disgusted with her.

"You have so much potential and you go out like this.."

"???"

"Get up Anale'isa.. you may be stupid at times but we're not quitters.."

"bb.. but.. my body won't.."

"DON'T ASK! DEMAND IT, WILL IT! Or are you just a wannabe like everyone thinks.."

Upon saying that the voice would fade, E'isa would snap back into reality and push to stay in the match. Using whatever she had left to ball up and grip her fist so tightly she felt as though it might bleed. Keeping the arm up a third of the way down before pushing up with her legs. The official look on surprised, E'isa now pinning Magna's back to the canvas as the ref would change from eying the hand drop to counting a pin-fall on Bjorg.

"ONE!"

E'isa shuffled backward with what little energy she had to try and keep Magna pinned down!

"TWO!"

[ScylliasExoter]

Magna felt E’isa fade away. She thought she had it in the bag. But on the third arm drop the Dominican came alive again. With quick thinking, E’isa pushed back and drove Magna’s shoulders to the mat. The ref began counting and Magna, realizing she was about to lose let go of the sleeper. The surprise pin attempt did its job as Magna rolled away to the opposite corner to regroup.

[XXVV]

Fans were in shock as they felt it was over, they'd seen what looked like a limp, unresponsive E'isa. Yet she'd come back to life before the ref called the match, keeping her hand up at the final drop. Everyone was surprised she not only didn't give up but had the awareness and energy left to push up and drive Magna's shoulders down. The submission specialist was forced to break the hold as the ref would begin the count. Finally able to escape the hold, E'isa would gasp loudly.

"uhh.. damm she was really trying to take me out there.. gotta be way more careful.."

Rolling away from Bjorg as the air would rush into her body. Getting a couple of seconds to try to regain herself, she'd get a glimpse of Magna in the corner. Looking to get back into things as she'd take a deep breathe, trying to get up and then get a head of steam into the corner. Attempting to go for a corner splash onto Magna, wanting to smoosh her between E'isa's strong, muscular, thick body and the turnbuckle!