Dawn Wilder vs Alba Garcia- Bash at the Beach

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Dawn was getting closer and closer to understanding the situation yet she was still bewildered by her opponent's passiveness. Did they just pick a random person on the street to face her?

Alba's attempt at breaking the submission with the free arm didn't pay off as Dawn's grip was firm. Upon hearing Alba's reply, Dawn would blankly say "Wrong answer" as she twisted on her opponent's arm even harder. The blonde could tell that the dancer was being dishonest with her. "I don't think that counts as a verbal submission either" commented the nature lover trying to keep calm whilst maintaining the hold. Despite the rules of the match permitting hentai falls, Dawn decided to tone down the intimacy and focus on actual physical skills for now.

"Are you really a wrestler?" asked Dawn genuinely. As this conversation was occurring, the nature lover tried kicking her opponent in the gut as part of an attempt to knock Alba on to her back. After that Dawn still securing the dancer's wrist would sit down wrapping her legs around Alba's arm before squeezing for a side armbar. Dawn wasn't too focused at keeping her opponent in the centre at the moment. Will this submission give more answers?

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Alba was suffering in the hold and seemed lost by what Dawn was initially saying. Verbal submissions? Could she just shout that she quit maybe to end this? Before she could know for sure, she felt a kick to her stomach, making her gasp as she fell back. And then before she knew it, her opponent locked in a seated armbar. "Aaaaaah! Let go! Let go! Stop!" shouted Alba, kicking her feet and trying to wildly and frantically thrash her way out of the hold somehow.

"Of course I'm a wrestler! Why would I be here if I wasn't!? Now please!" whined the Spanish girl. Garcia wasn't entirely lying. She was, technically, a wrestler. She didn't know how to wrestle or ever wrestled before, but she had the contract to prove she was a wrestler. Although she did look like a very pathetic one in this state.

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Dawn sighed at the technicality coming from the Spanish girl. "Then prove yourself and try to get out of this hold" responded Dawn raising her voice as she tried tightening her grip in the armbar submission. However Alba was being quite difficult with her wild movements. Through some strange miracle, the tanned girl's thrashing actually paid off as she unintentionally wriggled her way out of the armbar. Dawn was still fighting fit though and ready to perform another move.

"Well if you still say you are a wrestler then I suggest you try to beat me or train harder" said Dawn as she stood up before grabbing Alba's hurt arm. Dawn would attempt to hurl her opponent into the ropes for an Irish whip. Upon the rebound, the blonde would try to swipe the dancer off her feet with a clothesline. Surely this would hit after all Alba Garcia doesn't have any experience whatsoever.

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Prove herself? What did this girl even want from her!? Alba's flailing and thrashing managed to succeed and she was able to roll away from the hold, holding her hurt arm and whining out from the pain. She slowly started to stand, pouting. Dawn then taunted the scared Alba, making her pout even more. "H-hey... I'm trying..." mumbled Alba pitifully.

Then, suddenly, Dawn grabbed her hurt arm again and yanked her up. "Wait!" cried Garcia, but the dance was whipped across the ring. She hit the ropes and then bounced back. Preservation above everything else was her goal here. So when Dawn went for the clothesline, Alba ducked, sliding down under the maneuver. She immediately popped to her feet. Her heart was pounding. This was it. If she needed to show she could actually do this, she needed to try now.

Replicating what Dawn had tried to do to hurt at the beginning of the match, Alba leaped into the air and went for a dropkick on the blonde, hoping that maybe she could catch her off guard and knock her down all on her own.

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Dawn stretched out her arm and was ready to knock her opponent off her feet. As soon as Alba was range, Dawn swung her arm only for her opponent to duck underneath. "Can she only dodge? If so is she trying to win by wearing down my stamina" thought the nature lover to herself. The blonde accepted that this match was a game of cat and mouse with Dawn as the former. Dawn expected herself to engage every encounter and hopefully catch Alba in time.

"She is probably quivering in a corner, so I must turn around an-AHHHCK" muttered Dawn as she rotated 180 degrees towards her opponent only to be given her biggest surprise for the day. Alba performed a dropkick; an actual attack. The best part it worked!

Dawn would be launched a few feet away from the force and fell on to her back. She wasn't knocked out for good but still a little groggy "Good...hit" whispered the moonchild complimenting her foe. At least this won't be a boring affair.

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It was the biggest sense of relief for Alba. When she felt her feet connect to the chest of the blonde and she flopped back to the ground, she looked shocked, then absolutely overjoyed. "I did it!" shouted the Spanish woman, instantly popping back up to her feet. Of course, she had no sense to follow up and instead looked down at Dawn, smiling broadly.

"Thanks!" she said, grinning. Then she suddenly looked unsure, folding her hands in front of her in almost prayer. "Does... this mean I won?" she asked Dawn, seeming legitimately curious.

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Dawn was impressed that her opponent landed her dropkick but it was clear Alba had a lot to learn. Most wrestlers either capitalised on a fallen opponent otherwise they were considered honourable or didn't know better. Alba was the latter. This gave Dawn plenty of time to get up onto her feet. The blonde listened to the dancer's question and giggled a lit.

"No. We barely just started." replied Dawn rubbing some sand out of her hair. She hoped that the dancer would do some more training after this match ends as well as read up on the rules.

The nature lover lined herself up in the direction of the tanned girl. As established earlier, Alba did not know what a test of strength was, so the best course of action for Dawn was to rush in and catch her opponent. "HERE I COME!" shouted Dawn raising her voice as she sprinted towards her inexperienced opponent. Once she was in range, Dawn dived downward grabbing Alba by the waist hoping to bring her opponent down to the ground.

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Alba noticed that Dawn was laughing in response to her question and got the resounding answer of 'no' which legitimately made the Spanish girl look dejected. "Oh..." She figured it would be too much to ask for. Then, she was shook out of her pouting when she heard her blonde opponent announce her charge. Garcia's eyes went wide and she shook her hands in protest. "No! Wait!" Then, Alba did the only thing she could do and cringed away, from the impact, hoping it would all stop.

It did not. Dawn had successfully tackled Alba to the ground and she let out a long whine of pain. "Owwww...! Why!?" she exclaimed, writhing in the sand, trying to recover from the attack.

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Alba wasn't able to react in time and now Dawn sent her into the sand. The crowd cheered at the impact. "Sorry but I have to win" said Dawn blankly in response to her opponent's question. The blonde would be on her knees looking at the fallen dancer laying in front of her. Dawn could just crawl on top of her opponent and pummel Alba even further, but Dawn didn't want to hurt such a cute face unless when necessary.

Instead Dawn got to her feet and picked up the dancer's legs. The nature lover tried securing Alba's limbs by holding them between her armpits. "Treat this like a merry go round" quipped Dawn as she started her next form of attack. She span in place carrying the Italian with her in an attempt to make her opponent dizzy. After four rotations, Dawn with increased momentum would sling her opponent into a corner.

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The dancing wrestler didn't know what was happening when Dawn grabbed her by her slender legs. She looked up, shocked and tried to beg her off. "N-n-no! Please let me go!" she exclaimed in fear. She tried to wriggle away, but it was to no avail. Slowly, the Spanish woman was swung around and she flailed her arms towards her blonde tormentor, yelling and squealing as she went around. Then, all of a sudden, she was released and tossed headfirst into the lowest turnbuckle pad!

Alba let out a yelp on impact and curled up in the sand, holding her head. She was dizzy, hurting, and totally dazed now. She wasn't used to any sort of pain or disorientation like this and just moaned on the ground, not doing much in the way of moving. She was basically ripe for the picking for her opponent, not even sure where exactly she was right now.