Re: Nadia Carter vs. Bubbles Burste - Welcome to LAW
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 1:41 pm
Almost there, almost there…
Bubbles wasn’t good with submissions like this, never had been. She didn’t use them, and when she got caught in them, her usual response was to flail about like a beached whale, flopping and thrashing and not getting much of anywhere. There was probably some kind of intricate, intelligent escape she could’ve done to get out of this hold, but she had no clue what it was, and even she did, she was in too much pain to remember it.
Thankfully, she did have one thing going for her when it came to submission holds: Her size. When you were as all as she was, the ropes were never all that far away. After Mariah helped her snap back to reality - thanks, honey - she swung around, stretched out, and snagged the bottom rope, breaking her way out of the hold and earning her some relief.
Good. Good. Now, Nadia would let her go and give her some well-earned relief, right?
Wrong.
She did let up on the hold, but only for a moment, before she snapped right back to another one, even more lethal than the last. Bubbles gasped as the woman’s legs wrapped around her neck and shoulder, pulling her into a tight, punished triangle choke, gripping her with iron legs and choking the life out of her. While she might not have been an expert with these moves, she knew enough to know she was in danger, serious danger, and she needed an out. Immediately.
Her only choice? Brute force. Gritting her teeth, she planted one foot on the canvas, then another, and lifted Nadia up, up, up, until she was at her chest level. It was awkward, it was painful, but she fought through it, gripped her tight, then charged forward and tried to slam her opponent’s head against the nearest turnbuckle, hoping the impact would jar her loose.
Bubbles wasn’t good with submissions like this, never had been. She didn’t use them, and when she got caught in them, her usual response was to flail about like a beached whale, flopping and thrashing and not getting much of anywhere. There was probably some kind of intricate, intelligent escape she could’ve done to get out of this hold, but she had no clue what it was, and even she did, she was in too much pain to remember it.
Thankfully, she did have one thing going for her when it came to submission holds: Her size. When you were as all as she was, the ropes were never all that far away. After Mariah helped her snap back to reality - thanks, honey - she swung around, stretched out, and snagged the bottom rope, breaking her way out of the hold and earning her some relief.
Good. Good. Now, Nadia would let her go and give her some well-earned relief, right?
Wrong.
She did let up on the hold, but only for a moment, before she snapped right back to another one, even more lethal than the last. Bubbles gasped as the woman’s legs wrapped around her neck and shoulder, pulling her into a tight, punished triangle choke, gripping her with iron legs and choking the life out of her. While she might not have been an expert with these moves, she knew enough to know she was in danger, serious danger, and she needed an out. Immediately.
Her only choice? Brute force. Gritting her teeth, she planted one foot on the canvas, then another, and lifted Nadia up, up, up, until she was at her chest level. It was awkward, it was painful, but she fought through it, gripped her tight, then charged forward and tried to slam her opponent’s head against the nearest turnbuckle, hoping the impact would jar her loose.