"Diamond" Deanna Duncan vs. Michelle Bennett

[Dubski]

Deanna Duncan let out a girlish squeal of pain as Michelle had applied even more pressure on her. Her top half shot up again as she began to take swipes at Michelle, her arms falling just short of being able to grab her or smack her as she let out a whine. "Had you considered asking nicely before you decided to try pulling my pelvis in half!?" yelled out the Diamond, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Because if you just ask me I can try to tone it down! I don't need to be put in a hold for it--OW! And moreover, what's even the point of hurting someone's legs to make them be quiet!? That would only make them louder and talk more! Like I'm not going to beg or anything, because I don't do that, but a lot of people would! Because if you end up trying to shut someone up through pain, I don't get like that. I'm not some masochist like 'mommy please more' I'm just--OKAY THIS REALLY HURTS!" Deanna had ended her new rant with a scream, resuming her attempts to swipe or grab at her opponent that had trapped her in the hold.

[Arjuna]

Even though Deanna was trapped in the hold, she still remained a chatterbox, much to Michelle's ire. In the end, she decided to just cut her losses and release her opponent from the British legspread, though she certainly wasn't done with her just yet as she would then pick herself up.

"Do you happen to have a mute button on you?" Michelle said in exasperation as she would approach Deanna and grab her by her head. "Actually, please don't answer that." This match left her somehow drained, for some reasons, and she couldn't wait to end it. She also looked frazzled as a result.

She would lock her into a front facelock, draping her opponent's nearest arm over her neck before falling back, looking to drive her opponent's head into the mat with a DDT, hoping that it could at least stop her from talking endlessly.

[Dubski]

Deanna Duncan let out a shuddering sigh of relief when the hold was released, and the platinum-haired babe immediately put her hands to her pelvis. "Oh, god. It's about damn time! Jeez, what's wrong with you? How is that even a hold you'd want to use!? That just hurts the groin area!" protested the Diamond loudly, letting out another groan before she would be grabbed by her head.

"An off switch? Is it-- ...Oh," she started to answer, only to be shot down as she was pulled back up. And then, she was yanked into a front facelock and her eyes shot open and Deanna's arms flailed. "Oh no! No no no! No!" yelled out Duncan as she scrambled to the nearest ropes, still in the front facelock, and then repeatedly kicked one of her legs at one of the ropes until she finally hooked a foot on top of the middle one. "Ropebreakropebreakropebreakropebreak!" hollared Deanna worriedly, very much not wanting to be spiked right now onto the mat, hoping the referee would give her reprieve as her arms continued to flail about!

[Arjuna]

Still locking Deanna in the front facelock, preparing to bring her head first into the mat with a DDT, Michelle groaned as her opponent struggled and pulled the two of them towards the ropes. This distracted the British seductress that when she finally managed to get her mind in order, her opponent had already hooked her foot at the middle rope, getting herself a rope break.

Letting a long-suffering sigh, Michelle would follow the referee's order, releasing Michelle from the front facelock and making sure that her opponent's body was straightened up. But it was only to distract her so that she couldn't see her next attack, which was a sudden chop right across her breasts. She would try to hit Deanna with the chop, hoping to stun her and pull her away from the ropes in preparation for her next attack.

[Dubski]

Deanna's quick movements and struggling managed to pay off as she balanced one foot on the ground and the other hooked around the middle rope! Her head was still locked by Michelle, who seemed annoyed as the referee made her back off. And then, letting out a deep sigh of relief, Deanna's arms slumped down as she untangled herself and stood upright.

And, immediately, the Diamond spoke again. "That was really close, you know! Like imagine if you hit that move, I could have really been hu--YEEEOW!" Duncan was interrupted by a stiff chop to her chest, making both of her hands shoot up to her injured breasts as she winced. "Oh god, is that going to leave a mark? I feel like that's going to leave a--Hey!" And once again, Deanna was interrupted as she was pulled away from the ropes by Michelle, who seemed to already have another move in mind!

[Arjuna]

Pulling Deanna away from the ropes after hitting her with a chop to her chest, Michelle got one move in her mind that she would try to use on her opponent next. Bringing her opponent to the center of the ring, Michelle would then wrap her arms around her body, hugging her, but it wouldn't last long as she would try to heave her up and throw her backwards with a belly-to-belly suplex.

This time, Michelle didn't feel to make a quip, knowing that her opponent would have more to say next even if the move was successful. She planned to keep hitting her opponent with everything she got so that she wouldn't talk much after this.

[Dubski]

Soon, Deanna was yanked in and she managed to get some words out. "Wait, hold on!" she shouted, but it fell on deaf ears from Michelle before she threw her up and over into a belly-to-belly suplex, landing on the mat hard, Duncan's body rolled up and then back down before she fell on her side. "...Ow..." she murmured in pain.

The Diamond would then start trying to crawl towards the ropes to where her partner Cheyenne was standing. She reached out to her and said, "This... isn't going too hot..."

"It is going hot, Deanna. Just for her, not for you." Cheyenne said the words plainly, the faintest smirk appearing on her face.

Deanna just groaned, getting to her hands and knees. "It's okay... I got her on the rebound here... Gonna just give it to her..." said Duncan, thinking positively as she was no doubt being stalked by her opponent right now!

[Arjuna]

Michelle threw her opponent down into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex, and after getting herself up, she saw that Deanna was moving towards the ropes, on all four. Not wanting to give her opponent any kind of reprieve, she would follow after her, looking to grab onto her body before lifting her up, displaying her strength as a professional wrestler.

"Heh, just keep telling yourself that..." Michelle said. Then, after a pause, she added, "Actually, please don't. I've had enough of you being a chatterbox..." She would pull her towards the center of the ring, raising her up before attempting to drive her knee into her gut in order to leave her breathless and much easier to work on after this.

[Dubski]

Deanna had been trying to psyche herself up, but shortly after she felt like she did, she was being tugged to her feet. The Diamond gasped, her body flapping in Michelle's grasp. "...Okay... Okay... I get you're mad that I talk a lot, but--OOF!"

Duncan would then double over entirely after the knee to the stomach, falling to her knees and holding her midsection with a groan, taking the wind out of her as she tried to catch her breath. She groaned, trying to figure out a way to get back into the match. She knew she was good enough to do so, but Bennett was not letting up in the slightest with her. Deanna could only wait, trying to catch her breath, to mount a counter.

[Arjuna]

Driving her knee into Deanna's belly, Michelle would then grab onto her head, planning her next move. Then, she would raise her up, straightening her opponent's body while holding onto her head.

"Oh, I'm not mad. Not at all." Michelle said, though her tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Just telling you that was sarcasm, by the way..." She added, thinking that she should clarify it so that she wouldn't trigger her chatterbox mode.

After that, she would use her other arm to deliver an European uppercut, hitting Deanna right under her chin, hoping to leave her disoriented and weakened. She had to keep it up in order to emerge victorious over her opponent, after all.