Devil's Due: Thereisa Niedermeyer vs Wicke Sykes

[The Riders]

Somehow that move she just hurt more for some reason, Thereisa would think to herself as she found herself laying on the canvas with her opponent on top of her body. ' “AACK! Damn it! Get your fat ass off of me.' she would curse out, having to spend energy to try to push the heavier Wicke off of her body before her opponent does it for her.

Feeling the pressure and weight off of her body, allowing her to breathe from the crushing weight that was on her chest, Thereisa was stunned that Wicke was able to move down and grab both of her legs in her grip. Knowing what the woman has planned, she would try to turn or move her body to use the momentum to toss her opponent to the side, but her opponent stands firm before falling backwards sling shot her forward to the canvas in a heap. “AAAH!” Thereisa gasped, slamming chest first into the canvas, clutching her chest as she sits on her knees trying to get to her feet since Wicke was starting to ride the momentum.

[SwordSavior1]

The way her opponent whined and convulsed about current circumstances led to further flashbacks. That bratty, entitled persona from years back. Their minds were really in a state of perpetual momentum.

However Wicke was willing to break the machine and only kept her legs firm long enough to secure the slingshot. The toss couldn't be more accurate as she successfully threw her opponent towards the ropes for some massive damage, if only the brunette was left hung there for long term. It was still very beneficial in Wicke's favour, so she decided to rest temporarily and wipe a bit of sweat off her brow. After her little break, she turned around to where Thereisa lied and stomped towards the kneeling woman. Hoping that the heel was reeling from past wounds, she tried to bow her underneath the larger woman's shoulder and wrap both arms around the demon's torso. "Urghhhhhhh..." With this leverage she aimed to lift Thereisa off the ground temporarily only to drop her through a belly to back suplex.

[The Riders]

Thereisa was trying to get up while on her knees, but she is a step too slow to fully get to her feet as her opponent was able to get the drop on her.

Feeling Wicke's arms wrap around her mid-section in a tight grip, before feeling her massive frame leaving the canvas and being lifted into the air...reaching out for the ropes at the minute didn't help Thereisa as she is slammed to the mat with another suplex.

Grabbing the back of her head as she rolls over to to her side, kicking the canvas with her feet Thereisa is being shown up by the angry woman who is taking it to her.

[SwordSavior1]

Wicke remained diligent as ever in terms of seeking more momentum. Even with her larger opponent nearby the ropes, she wouldn't have any major difficulty performing the suplex and relocate to a less safe haven for Thereisa.

Instead of playing ball with the opposition, Wicke decided to opt for a prolonged approach. Marching along the canvas to where her opponent lied, Wicke squatted down to grasp Thereisa's neck trying to draw it in between her thighs for a headscissors choke. If this was successful then Wicke would also lay on her side for further leverage. "Had enough?" Reaching out at the hopes of finishing their score without a long hassle.

[The Riders]

Clutching the back of her head still, Thereisa is starting off slower than she would like. When she was a heel, she would start off a match at a fast pace and keep the pressure on from the start of the match to the end of the match, but now she had been wrestling a much slower pace then she would like as her opponents have been taking advantage of her slow starts and just riding that to victory in the end.

As she was starting to raise and get to her feet, Wickie would pounce at the right time and capture her head in a head scissors hold. What worse is the other woman is laying on her side which just adds to the pressure around her head crushing it like a grape, 'UUUGHHHH...FUCK YOUUU...' she groans out kicking the canvas with her feet as she grips Wicke thighs and tries to push them apart with her hands to loosen the grip around her head.

[SwordSavior1]

Due to how the match was skewed to primarily Wicke so far with move after move, the purplette really wondered if her foe was just overcompensating through bark. Wicke's in-ring priorities was to combine efficiency but add a dash of personal enjoyment, since she enjoyed certain sensations on the body, usually smothers.

However she would display the ugly nature of suffocation by crushing Thereisa's throat with next to no restraint. "Very well" Since her opponent wasn't keen to cooperate, Wicke decided to turn things up a notch by thrusting upwards to force a little roll, headscissors still applied. "Ughhhhhhh..." However the timing might not be ideal as she had to deal with Thereisa trying to power herself out of the hold.

[The Riders]

Trying to push her opponent's legs apart to free her head from the tight scissors hold that around her throat Thereisa is struggling to do something but stops seeing that right now she is getting dominated by Wicke who is out to prove something to herself and get revenge for a fallen friend.

While Thereisa wrestlers for reasons that are only known to herself and her daughters who refuse to speak on it. 'Fine Wicke if that's how you're going to play this... I can match you just as well then you bitch...' She thinks to herself as she raises her hands and digs her nails right into her opponent's knee caps, trying to dig her fingers deep into the limbs to force Wicke to let go of the hold.

Or to injure the woman and take out a limb so that she would have an easier time winning the match since her opponent by then would be fair game for her more brutal dirty moves.

[SwordSavior1]

Even if her opponent might have been a shell of their former self, finally getting closure would allow a stable path for at least one of them, especially for somebody also climbing up the LAW ladder. She adjusted the headscissors in a manner that simply powering out would a hefty task.

However this was one of the most notorious wrestlers in the promotion. "Aahhhh...AHHHHHHH!" Her whining suddenly increasing in pitch as a result of Thereisa's dirty play. The feeling of multiple needles penetrate the sensitive part of her legs forced Wicke to relinquish her hold, desperately trying to thrash out of the brunette's grips. But either way she would be too busy nursing her cut kneecaps to even think of fighting defensively.

[The Riders]

Letting out a cruel smirk like gasp as she kept digging her fingers into the other woman's soft kneecap with ease. Thereisa plan would work as Wicke was forced to let go of the hold she had around Thereisa throat area, but she did it in a way that the ref wasn't able to say anything since she made it look like she was just grabbing the limb to push the legs apart.

But she would say that Wicke is a monster when it comes to scissor holds and almost anything with that backside of hers, since she did a lot of research on the woman when they was younger...and she did thought that Wicke would have been her opponent that night instead of the other woman, but the fates have given her a chance to do what she should have done and that is take the scientist out.

Getting to her feet and strutting over to where her opponent is laying at... Thereisa reaches down grabbing Wicke hurting leg and drops an elbow onto the limb right near the joint wanting to damage it even more but really just fighting dirty at this point even through she a baby face.

[SwordSavior1]

"Ahhh....ref!" Calling for some insight from the referee, since this clearly from her perspective an illegal move. However Thereisa knew how to cover her tracks despite her past reputation.

If Wicke's record during her prime had an additional won to its name, she would have fought the demon that fateful night and unleash a whole new realm of timelines, when knowledge of the heel's abilities were most fresh.

The dirty play might have been the Achille's heel since Wicke was unable to immediately stand unlike her previously overwhelmed opponent. Speaking of, the the true face was dragged against her will unable to swat the brunette away. Thus Thereisa's elbow drop hit the bullseye which forced a resounding wail from Wicke as her leg became more stiff and almost dislocated. Midst her anguish, she could only grit at the dirty fighter while vulnerable to more of these tricks.