Maxine Rossi vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Out of the Dark

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah. Yeah, that sucked.

Not that Dizzy had any problem with taking a hit or two in a match, especially when the one throwing out those hits was as stone-cold gorgeous as this. But, on the other hand, when they told her she had an oil match, well…

Well, she hadn't expected to be nearly getting a busted nose.

Dizzy was, thankfully, not so fragile that she couldn't take a single hit, but she needed a second, and Maxine didn’t seem keen on giving her the time. That brought another thing that she didn’t expect to be suffering in an oil match: A figure-four leglock.

”What, what, ow!” Dizzy writhered in the hold, twisting and turning as Maxine locked it in and trapped her. As slick as the oil was, it wasn’t good enough for her to simply slip her way out - for now, she was stuck.

Even still, she couldn't help but laugh. A pained laugh through her groans. But a laugh. ”Phew! So…aggressive.”