Isa "The Angel of Ice" vs Sammi Defoe

[Jaystar]

Now this started to be a rather familiar feeling. A feeling, that it had taken too long for Isa to have experienced for the last time. The feeling, that had gotten her confident enough to become a wrestler in the first place. The feeling, that she had once thought would be ample and plentiful for her in wrestling matches...

The feeling, of having trapped a smaller and weaker girl helplessly in her clutches - and especially with her mighty thighs.

Sure, perhaps Isa's expectations going into wrestling had been rather naive, or biased by her first few steps in amateur circuits. Most of her first opponents had happened to be smaller, or even much smaller than her. Amateurs, that had struggled to cope with Isa's size and power advantage. But Isa had been proven that LAW was a different beast. Here, there was a Heavyweight league - and she had fallen into it. The opponents Isa had been paired with had mostly been much larger and stronger than the blonde had gotten used to, and what had worked for her previously, no longer did. If anything, there were a lot of women in LAW who could torment Isa with her own, traditional specialty moves.

Not Sammi though. And that was the most satisfying part. The feeling of the smaller girl's midsection getting crushed between her thighs, the feeling of her hands haplessly finding their way onto her thick, strong thighs... And all for nothing. The bratty pinkette was trapped, and Isa intended to prove her just that.

At least her attitude was quickly becoming less annoying and bratty. It wasn't difficult for Sammi to admit that she was no longer feeling amped at all, and frankly, that was already one part of what Isa had wanted to achieve with this move.

Her actions spoke perhaps louder than her words though. She might not have been amped in an excited way, but more likely in a determined way now, at least based on the way her fists started attacking Isa's thighs. She was also adopting a kneeling position as if in preparedness of fighting her way free... And perhaps Isa was going to want to switch up the position a little.

Or then again, she soon found out that she absolutely needed to. Namely, Sammi's words began speaking once again louder... Much louder than Isa would have liked to. She wasn't supposed to be... Liking this? Getting amped again? And most certainly, she wasn't supposed to make any reference to the Angel of Ice's own possible insecurities in the ring at all!

Not before ramping up the squeeze one more time though, which earned a pleasurable yelp of pain from the pinkette. Her composure crumbled, her posture was gradually changing into a more helpless one as she moved in any ways she could, trying to desperately reach for the ropes too, but Isa had not been stupid enough to give her that opening... And frankly, seeing Defoe's continued struggles made Isa wanting to keep up with this hold a bit longer still.

Now there were two hands reaching for the ropes. How pathetic! Or foolishly optimistic... Sammi would have needed several arm lengths to be even close to reaching them. But she couldn't be blamed for lack of trying though... And annoyingly for Isa, that optimism started getting audibly shared by the crowds too. Many of them were practically rooting for Sammi to find her way out, and the Icelander was at first a bit confused over how to react to it... Until she saw Sammi's fist starting to make those rhythmic pumps. And oh boy, did those get the crowds behind her...

This was now a super awkward situation for Isa. She needed to shut it down.

Having had enough, the Angel of Ice finally crunched her upper body into a more seated position, just enough so that she could get hold of Sammi's other wrist... And with a stern jolt, shifting her body just enough so that she could get hold of the other one too. Now Defoe's both arms were trapped in the blonde's hold, ending her annoying little rallying!

But was that going to be enough for the Angel of Ice? No. She needed to disable Sammi's ability to speak too. Thus, Isa released the bodyscissor hold from around Sammi's midsection... But then fell backwards again, and wrapped her thick thighs around Sammi's head instead, causing the perky pinkette's face to almost touch the blue bottoms of Isa's attire! Now the lightweight challenger's arms, head and face were firmly trapped in the heavyweight blonde's clutches... So despite the crowd's support, was this soon going to be the end for her? Were the brutal tactics of the supposedly graceful Angel of Ice going to be too much for her?

[winner3]

Struggling in the ring wasn't new to Sammi. She knew she had a long road ahead of her and a long ways to go both in this match and in her wrestling career in general. She was learning firsthand why the Icelander's legs were her specialty. Those oppressive thighs were slowly making her petite form and tight midsection crumble! But even as Isa squeezed the fight and the life out of her little by little, the light within Sammi never faded! Iron sharpens iron, and just as Sammi could tell that Isa was finding renewed confidence in her dominance in this match, Sammi could feel herself finding resolve and endurance! Despite being on the back foot here, Defoe stubbornly held on! And it was that stubbornness that willed the crowd over to her side! Even if Sammi couldn't power her way out of the clutches of a woman two weights classes up from her, she proved that a gesture of defiance and a look of determination could go quite a long way with the LAW fans! They wanted to see Sammi rally and escape somehow! And Isa wanted to leave them all just as deflated as she planned to leave the perky pinkette when she was through with her!

"Ah...ah, no no no!" Sammi protested when The Angel of Ice grabbed hold of her wrist, first seizing one and then the other! As if to deny Sammi her connection to the crowd, as if to deny The Young Lioness any out at all, Isa captured both wrists, further complicating Sammi's predicament and denying the crowd the chance to clap in rhythm with her! And of course, Isa didn't stop there!

"Mpphph!" Sammi's further grunts and groans were stifled when Isa skillfully fell onto her back, taking the pinkette with her using the grip on her wrists and using this opportunity to transition from BodyScissor to Headscissor! In one swift motion, Sammi found the immense pressure that had once flattened her waist now being applied to her head! Her face was sandwiched between those powerful thighs! Her nose and mouth were now pressed up against the thin linen of Isa's blue bottoms!

For a good few seconds, she didn't move at all! And with her wrists captured, Sammi couldn't even tap! The cheers from the crowd began to wane when the referee kneeled down to see if Sammi had passed out and if this contest was over! Defoe seemed all out of fight and all out of options! But then.....

STOMP!

The sound of Sammi's food rising and coming down harshly on the ring canvas echoed out! Once! Twice! Three and four times in a rhythm! Where Sammi couldn't pump her fists, she instead brought the ball of her foot down while she was on her front and prone on the ground, trapped in Isa's debilitating scissor hold! But not all was lost! Not as long as Sammi could still express herself!

The stomping would continue if Sammi could keep it up! And the crowd's claps of support would follow! Just as the pressure of Isa's dreaded hold increased so did the sounds of support from the crowd! After suffering the hold for what had to be fifteen seconds or so, Sammi would bend her legs at the knees and pull her knees underneath her! It would be unorthodox and perhaps a bit silly, but while she was on her knees and in the hold, Sammi would rock her hips and move her butt from side to side! Her days as a dancer made her all too comfortable pivoting her hips like this! After swinging her pert bum like a pendulum, side to side, to and fro for a short while, Sammi would use the momentum she generated to roll her body a full rotation! Taking Isa along with her! If Sammi succeeded, she would use that momentum to roll once more! And then again!

It wasn't anything you'd find in textbook wrestling, but Sammi dug deep to find her own way of fighting and her own way of rising to the occasion in this high-stakes tournament match! Sammi Defoe would get the whole stadium behind her as she rotated and made a large semicircle pattern in the ring, leaning on crowd support and her own ingenuity to roll Isa with her! Sammi would roll several rotations, moving herself much more than she could her heavyweight opponent until finally, she could hook the toe of her foot just barely over the bottom rope of the ring that had been so very far away!

If Sammi succeeded, the crowd would erupt with support at what would perhaps be the most unlikely rope break of the entire DoN tourney! And the referee would call the rope break immediately while Sammi tried desperately to catch her breath! Her face and head were still stuck between Isa's thick thighs like a vice!

[Jaystar]

Granted, when taking a look back at this match, Isa would certainly be able to tell why many could have considered her moves to have been overly ruthless and aggressive on poor little Sammi. Had she really needed to move all her weight on top of the tiny pinkette's neck? Had she really needed to capture her wrists, disabling an opportunity for tapping out? Had she really needed to make the headscissor hold so airtight, that Sammi must had been in danger of getting knocked out? Had she really needed to try so ruthlessly to extinguish her fighting spirit, that was getting admiration from the crowds?

Perhaps not. But still, Isa wouldn't be having any regrets. Not as long as she could remember what she had felt during this matchup, and how important it had been for her that Sammi would under no conditions or circumstances be able to take a win at her expense in the Double or Nothing tournament.

She would be getting to witness though how bad Sammi's predicament in her clutches must had looked like. She would be getting to easily understand why the referee had been so quick to kneel down and check on the pinkette's condition. And she would also be getting to relive how quickly Sammi once more regained the support from the crowds, one she had managed to get her stomping going...

What Isa would still not quite get though, was how Sammi was able to wiggle enough room for herself for what she managed to do next. Despite the ironclad grip of the blonde's thighs, Defoe was managing to find constantly a bit more leverage for her lower body to benefit from, constantly find a bit more freedom of movement... Until eventually, she managed to execute the full rotation. And while Isa wasn't still having any intention at all to let Sammi free, she was getting pulled along with her as a consequence, and rolled over in a way that shouldn't have been possible by such a smaller girl - at least if you asked the Angel of Ice!

It was still a reality though. And while the blonde's strong thighs must had continued to constantly punish her, the tenacious pinkette's foot did finally find its way onto the bottom rope.

Problem was, Isa couldn't believe it. Her thighs still commanded a firm grip around Sammi's head, and due to the two having rolled around quite a few times now, she was no longer having direct eyesight to the pinkette's foot now barely placed on the ropes. Thus, what the ref girl was telling her next was something she couldn't really stomach.

"Rope break, Isa!"
"W-what?!?"
"I said ROPE BREAK, ISA!"
"Wha-... No way! She can't possibly have made it!"
"She has! Now obey!"
"N-no!"
"1!"
"...."

Only then would Isa manage to see where Sammi's body was really at, and determine that she might had indeed gotten her foot on the bottom rope - contrary to all of her assumptions and expectations!

"2!"
"3!"
"Fine!"

Finally, the Angel of Ice released her headscissor hold, granting once again unhindered access to oxygen for Sammi, after some surprisingly uncharacteristic defiance, and difficultly enforced rope break. The muscled blonde appeared certainly unhappy, and quickly got back up to her two feet again, setting her frustrated sights on the barely, yet inventively escaped Sammi. "That's not gonna work for a second time, you understand?" she then spat out to the pinkette's direction in a rather uppity tone, evidencing the pressure to succeed tonight laying on top of her shoulders.

And if Sammi thought that she had saved herself now, she would have been sorely mistaken. Isa wasn't about to simply accept what had just happened. She wasn't going to let Sammi escape the wrath of her legs.

Sammi remained still clearly exhausted from the prolonged scissorhold on the mat. It wasn't difficult for Isa to promptly grab both of her wrists, and start dragging her along the mat towards the center of the ring again. "Ready for round two?"

Sammi may had detected the ominousness of the blonde's words, but Isa was confident that there was nothing she could have done to save herself now. She was determined to ensure that. No amount of desperate resistance was going to save her this time around.

Once Isa had checked that she was squarely in the middle of the ring, the blonde planted herself sitting on the mat. Having Sammi's face once again right in front of her, she locked her thighs once again around the pinkette's head, shutting off her airflow possibly even tighter than she had done last time. Also, the blonde intertwined her fingers tightly with Sammi's own, making sure that they weren't going to be doing any good for her - and hopefully, this time the spunky Defoe would not have the fighting spirit left in her to try another escape any longer!

[winner3]

In the moments leading up to the match before the bell rang, Sammi had seemed poised to keep her hot streak going! So much so that, even though no one said it out loud, fans and experts thought The Icelander Angel to be the underdog going into this! Isa has masked her nerves quite well. Sammi was perceptive enough to offer comfort! Too perceptive for her own good by The Icelander's account! Though Isa would never say that aloud!

Defoe's expression of concern lit a fire under her opponent! Sammi was just perceptive and just caring enough to draw Isa's annoyance, and ultimately, her ire! Cute enough and spirited enough to draw support from the fans! Likeable enough to not just earn Isa's crosshairs over her, but for Isa to seek an arguably uncharacteristically merciless and one-sided beatdown of the perky pinkette to prove a point! Isa's body language and facial expressions, the snap and the strength in her slams in this contest, the ruthlessness and malice behind her squeezes and scissor holds, the sheer venom behind the words she spat at a Young Lioness rookie wrestler - how often did heavyweight women come at girls two weight classes beneath them with enough aggression to be considered unsportsmanlike? How often did we see this kind of mean streak in the ring from Isa, The Angel of Ice of all people?!

"Ungh....mmmm" Defoe moaned into the thick thighs that bound her during Isa's exchange with the referee. Her face was still red from the pressure of the big blonde's squeeze!

In her head were the fleeting, hazy thoughts of her trying to piece together what it was driving Isa to handle her with a heavier hand than she might approach most other opponents. After all, this clearly went beyond the spirit of competition that you'd find in your average wrestling match! Was it just the pressure of wanting to perform and produce results in a high-caliber event like LAW's Double or Nothing Tournament? Was it just Isa pressuring herself to come out of her slump? Perhaps it was annoyance from the crowd heavily favoring Sammi, cheering the underdog Young Lioness on to dig deep and find some way to turn the tables here like she did against Alice Gaster!

"Sam-Mi!!"
"Sam-Mi!!"
"Sam-Mi!!"

The crowd continued to cheer Sammi on even after Isa was made to break the hold! Even if she couldn't fully empathize with her opponent, Sammi was slowly coming to grips with the fact that her situation hadn't changed. So what if she was the perfect storm to bring out the full might of Isa's wrath? So what if Isa's thighs had done quite a number on her head and neck! Her face was still flushed and red from having endured a solid minute or so of Isa's Headscissor hold, but that didn't stop Defoe from making a creative escape!

"Ngh....nng...!" Defoe let out a few subdued moans while The Angel of Ice got into an altercation with the referee over whether or not the rope break had been earned! It was perhaps the first time Isa had been reluctant to break a hold in a LAW ring! One had to believe that there was something about this match, or perhaps something about Sammi being The Icelander's opponent, that made her particularly bent on dominating The Young Lioness!

A semiconscious Sammi was still fading between Isa's thighs, slowly trying to appraise her situation. Asking herself how or if she could get out of this bind! And even as she struggled simply to stay awake, the crowd was still solidly behind the lightweight underdog! No doubt annoying Isa that much more! Even after Isa broke the hold, their cheers reverberated throughout the arena! The commentators remarked that if little Sammi had the wherewithal and in-ring ability to escape Isa's scissor holds, then surely she could find a way to defeat The Angel of Ice! Surely Defoe had a viable path to victory! One made all the more palpable by the roars of support from the audience!

But as Isa stood over a face-down, prone Sammi by the ropes, as The Icelander spat her venom and animosity towards the downed girl, reality began to set in! Defoe had come into this match with perhaps the most momentum she's ever had in her short wrestling career! And Isa was the opposite! Her harsh words came from a place of wanting to leave no doubt that she could crush smaller women like Sammi on any given day! And despite all the love there was for the little Lioness, the brutish blonde was keen to continue dismantling her!

Sammi lay there like a ragdoll as Isa bent down to grab her by her wrists and dragged her to the center of the squared circle! It seemed no amount of cheers for Sammi or boos for Isa could bring back all the energy Isa squeezed out of the lightweight lass! Sammi struggled to slowly lift her head. Locks of her pink hair obscured one of her eyes as she looked into Isa's own to meet the menacing gaze that bore down on her! The ominous tone was more than enough to telegraph the fact that Isa was bent on finishing her off here and now!

"N-...no!" Sammi squealed in equal parts defiance and despair! It was plain to see that Isa was serious in a way that set all pretense of sportsmanship and mercy aside! The Icelander's body language and tone of voice said it all! The Angel of Ice was going in for the kill!

Isa's toned bum met the mats, and soon after her wrestling boots clicked together on top of Defoe's lower back as those thighs clamped over her cheeks! Right away, Sammi's face turned redder than it had been before in the previous scissor hold! Isa's thighs tensed, flexed, and rippled with more force and more vigor than the last Headscissor as well! At the same time, Isa once again intertwined her fingers with The Young Lioness' own! Even this Knucklelock of Isa's spoke to how she aimed to ruthlessly overpower and subjugate her smaller opponent! Isa gripped Sammi's hand tightly while Sammi simply lay there limp and lifeless between her thighs! Even now, Sammi couldn't open her eyes due to the sheer pressure of Isa's hold! The Angel of Ice began to really live up to her moniker by freezing whatever momentum and progress Defoe had begun to muster a moment ago with her incentive escape! Sammi could barely hear the muffled cheers of her fans with Isa's thighs over her ears! Could it truly be that their support meant nothing before the might of a newly reinvigorated and unrelenting Isa?!

Stomp!!!

The sound of Sammi's foot hitting the mat echoed out! While her head and upper body had been bound by the big blonde's hold, she was able to bend her leg at the knee! Similar to the last scissor hold, the only motion Sammi could muster was lifting her foot to bring it down onto the mat! The toe of her foot hit the canvas one! Then again! And again! All in response to the crowd's cheers! With Isa squeezing away at her head and neck like this, it was all Sammi could do to show signs of life to get the crowd to spur her on! It's already worked once before! One creative escape and one big move or two! The fans and commentators believed that's all it would take to keep the promising rookie in the winner's bracket! Some fans got on their feet!

"Ngh.....uhhhh....." Defoe groaned, likely much to Isa's contempt!

Sammi's sprightliness and perkiness seemed to have extended to her desire to hang in there at all costs, even against a heavyweight with vice-like scissor holds! But try as she might, the fourth stomp came at a slower cadence...! The fifth even slower....! Sammi lifted her foot a sixth time...only for it to flop lifelessly to the mat! And as it did, every single cheer in the arena transitioned into a deluge of loud boos!

The perky pinkette would only come to realize this, watching the match back later, that her stomping and being animated indicated to the referee that she was still cognizant and still able to fight! Now that Sammi had stopped moving entirely, the referee was quick to kneel down and check on her! Of course, the focused attention of the striped shirt girl wouldn't make Isa let up even a little! Doubtless, The Angel of Ice would continue to tighten her scissor hold on poor Sammi's head even as the referee knelt down and parted Sammi's hair from her face, revealing Sammi's blue, fluttering eyes blinked slowly for three seconds before closing shut! Sammi offered no resistance! Her nose and mouth remained pressed against the blue tights over Isa's mound!

From the previous altercation with the brutal blonde, the referee knew there was nothing to gain by pleading with Isa! The girl reached for Sammi's hand, asserting to Isa that she needed to pry at least one hand free in order to properly call the match! If Isa acquiesced, she would use both hands to lift one of Sammi's own high....before letting it drop down to the mat with a plop, beginning the limp test!

"One....!" The official cried out!

Sammi was unresponsive between Isa's thighs. The fans continued to rain down boos. Isa's hold over the passed-out Lioness likely wouldn't waver! If anything, the heavyweight would likely continue to impose her will over the smaller girl and squeeze even harder! The ref would raise Sammi's hand a second time! And a second time, Defoe's limp hand would hit the mat with a small thud!

"Two.....!"

She went for Sammi's hand a third time! The commentators and fans would pause for just a moment with the thin hope that Sammi would somehow find a way! But the only sounds that could be heard from the ring in the middle of the arena were Isa's grunts as she continued to squeeze the life out of Sammi! Followed by the dull thud of Defoe's hand coming down a third time!

"Threeeeee! Ring the bell!"

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winner tonight via knockout! Moving on to the third round of the winner's bracket in the Double or Nothing Tournament! Isa! The Angel! Of IIIICE!!!"

[Jaystar]

Had Isa been witnessing Sammi's performance against a whole another opponent from the audience, she could have probably appreciated and admired her tenacity and determination. Had she been in someone completely else's shoes, the rope break might have felt like a triumphant achievement for her. Had she been seeing the way the bottom rope was clearly bending from the pinkette's toe having curled itself around it, she could have understood the crowd's demands of following the referee's orders.

But she wasn't. Instead, she was a strong heavyweight under pressure to succeed, whose inexperienced lightweight opponent had just seemingly carved her way free from one of her mightiest holds. That couldn't stand.

Even if Isa couldn't believe that Sammi had actually covered the distance needed, she ultimately had to do so simply because of the referee's words. Even if the Angel of Ice was being unusually ruthless today, she wasn't going to doubt or contradict an official. For long, at least... Unfortunately though, perhaps long enough for some to deem her behavior unsportsmanlike. But that would be something totally lost on deaf ears for the blonde right now... All she was thinking of right now was meaning business.

But as the business affairs had now stood, Sammi had earned the right to reprieve. And even if she did so reluctantly, Isa let the Young Lioness go from her grip. But if Sammi had even a glimpse of hope that the Angel of Ice would really just be happy to let her go, she would soon turn out to be sorely mistaken. Albeit that surely could not have come as a surprise, at least not after the words that the Icelandic heavyweight promptly proceeded to declare to her struggling opponent.

Isa had been swearing that Sammi wasn't going to accomplish a similar feat for a second time. That inevitably meant that round two was on. And to the peril of the poor Young Lioness, the commentators weren't doing her any favors when it came to Isa's determination... If they had just gotten convinced that Defoe still had a viable path to victory, that was only all the more reason for Isa to prove them dead wrong. Such comments were surely not going to get anyone into heaven tonight - in her books, at least.

There was a certain someone getting back into the center of the ring though, dragged there by her wrists like a ragdoll. That brave someone was the tenacious little Sammi, who was finally expressing some well-earned despair in her tone now too. Perhaps Isa would have actually loved to hear even more of it - but what she still loved even more right now was the feeling of Sammi's cheeks getting crushed between her mighty thighs, and the pinkette's helpless fingers locked in the inescapable grip of her own. The Young Lioness had been captured again, and this time there was surely going to be no escaping from this enclosure.

It wasn't as if Sammi wasn't determined to still try though. Despite of Isa's airtight, punishing hold, the pinkette began stomping her foot against the mat, as if to achieve.....something. Isa wasn't quite sure what exactly it was, but the stomps seemed to keep on coming. They weren't really getting her anywhere though... Only earning a gradually tightening squeeze, as the blonde's irritation kept on mounting. Not least by the way in which the crowds went along with the stomping... It seemed that everyone was eager to see the Young Lioness escape, even if all she could muster up now were these ultimately useless stomps, and groaning against Isa's blue attire.

Eventually though, Isa found a reason for a faint smile to make its way onto her lips. Sammi's stomps began getting weaker and weaker... And ultimately, the last one of them saw the lightweight girl's leg fall rather limply against the mat. Had she finally consumed her endurance? Had her will and ability to fight finally broken down? Was this the end of the little tenacious Sammi?

Isa for sure was yearning for it. And as the seconds went on, it began looking all the more like she was finally getting what she had been hoping for right from the start. The referee finally decided to kneel down next to the pair of combatants to check up on Sammi, and just to be sure, Isa unleashed the full might of her thighs on the poor pinkette. It seemed that at first the official wasn't quite sure, what exactly was Sammi's state, could she really start sealing the fate of the Young Lioness against the apparent wishes of the crowds... But inevitably, young Defoe wasn't escaping. And by now, she was no longer even keeping her eyes open.

The ref girl lifted Sammi's arm up once, and it flopped limply down to the mat. Proceeding to then do it for the second time, with a similar result.

Isa could sense that the end was near. Finally, she could get rid of all this pressure resting on her shoulders. And all that pressure she was now channeling around poor Sammi's head.

"Threeeeee! Ring the bell!"

"Finally!" Even if Isa had certainly appeared, and not just appeared, but actually been ruthless against Sammi tonight, she wasn't now interested in maintaining her hold on the poor Young Lioness any longer. The Angel of Ice released her defeated opponent pretty much immediately, while wasting no time with getting back upright herself... Looking down on Sammi's knocked out form in front of her, the blonde heavyweight still proceeded to place her other foot imposingly onto the pinkette's upper back, as if in a subtle, yet dominant victory pose over her lightweight foe.

Nothing too flashy or fancy, but enough to make a point.

Unfortunately, the crowds still weren't loving it. It still irritated and annoyed Isa, even confusing her too, but by now she had started to grow a bit thicker skin for it. Especially as simultaneously, she could hear the announcement declaring her victory, and most importantly, advancement onto the following round in the Double or Nothing tournament... Exactly what she had been looking for tonight! And even if most of the crowds were certainly displeased, the Angel of Ice could still distinguish at least some voices cheering for her... Or at least being pleased with what they were seeing. Sure, a clear minority, but... LAW tended to attract also the kind of audience, who relished seeing brave, cute wrestlers getting punished, tormented, and broken down.

Obviously the final part wasn't what Isa would have wanted to be thinking of now. And soon enough, the blonde realized that the sooner she exited this ring and arena tonight, the better.

With that in mind, the blonde soon began taking steps towards the ropes again. Lifting her other hand high, and showing kind of a victory sign with her index and pinky fingers for a moment, the Angel of Ice then gracefully stepped out of the ring, and began marching up the ramp back towards the backstage area. Forced to be once again in the center of the crowd's negative reaction, the Icelander couldn't help some blush making its way onto her cheeks, even if she gave her best efforts at maintaining a cool, calm, and collected appearance.

Because ultimately, her goal of the night had been achieved. She had crushed and defeated Sammi Defoe.