Tourney Qualifier Match: Jem Holland vs Aisha

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Jem was no slouch when it came to working a hold. Despite being an all-around wrestler, strikes and submissions were her forte and her go-to style of moves. The feisty blonde would work her foe's arm hard enough to warrant literal kicking and screaming from her foe. Jem growled as she did what she could to try and coax the woman into submission.

"Come on! Tap out!" Jem roared. But her demands would soon be interrupted when the referee closed in and commanded her to break the hold. Holland couldn't see it from her point of view, but she realized that Aisha likely got one of those long legs of hers. Holland's eyes would widen as she was told to let go. Thinking back to a short while ago, to when Aisha had Jem trapped in the Crossface and refused to let go despite the rope break she earned.

Jem would keep the hold applied for a moment, earning a two count from the referee, who was counting towards her disqualification. Just prior to backing off, the streamer would bridge and extend the arm once more. She'd then release the hold and slowly work her way to her feet while the referee checked on Aisha to be sure she was fit to continue.

"Karma's funny, 'aint it?" She'd comment sarcastically while waiting for Aisha to find her bearings and resume the match.

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Aisha grabbed her arm gingerly, glaring at Jem as the girl made her sarcastic little comment. "Bite me..." she muttered, a frown on her face as she nursed her arm, starting to rise back up to her knees.

She began to rise up, climbing to her feet and keeping a wary eye on Jem. She moved slow, but once she was on her feet, Aisha shook out her arm and lunged straight in towards her opponent again. No hesitation, no worries. She had to try and keep the pressure up!

She lunged in, and just like at the start of the match, she threw a quick chop towards Jem's chest. She wasn't aiming to get into another chop-off with the other blonde, she just needed to catch her off-guard and try and regain her momentum.

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Jem had wanted to cinch victory with her armbar, but due to the official's intervention, she'd would have to be content with letting go and allowing the Diva a chance to get back into the swing of things.

The spirited Miss Holland would rise to her feet, stretching and trying to survey the wear and tear she was feeling at the moment. Despite having taken more offense than Aisha, Jem was raring to go. She was every bit as eager as her foe. This was made evident in her willingness to charge forward as Aisha came lunging in at her!

Jem would see the chop telegraphed by Aisha's stance. She found herself being able to react in time and duck under it. After dodging, she'd make for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. The flaps of her dress would flutter as she picked up speed. Jem would ricochet off the ropes and dash towards Aisha. She attempt to throw herself at the former Rose with a Flying Crossbody!

"Hrah!" Jem cried as she committed to the move.

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Aisha whiffed on her chop, her arm eating air as Jem ducked under it and dashed by her. Confused, the Diva turned around, remaining wary as she turned to face Jem once more...

...only to be nailed by the cross-body attack, getting taken back down to the mat again.

Aisha let out a grunt and fell backwards, hitting the canvas hard, the smaller streamer lying atop of her. Jem momentarily had the advantage, as Aisha was left stunned in confusion.

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Jem was able to pick up the pace and avoid Aisha's strikes during their exchange before building up some speed and momentum and connecting with a Flying Crossbody! Holland took her opponent down to the mat. The maneuver earned her a few cheers and sounds of approval from the audience, as well as a small opening.

After landing on top of the Diva, Jem grunted and began to work her way up to a kneeling position. The streamer turned wrestler would reach for her opponent's head and slowly try to pull her up to a seated position before trying to grab hold her wrists and press a knee into Aisha's back. If all went well, she'd trap the former Rumble Rose in a Seated Surfboard Stretch to continue trying to wear her down! Jem would comment: "We're in the middle of the ring, scrub! Wanna call a quits?"

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Aisha winced, gritting her teeth in pain as Jem jerked her arms back, shoving her knee against her spine. The Diva shook her head back and forth, kicking her legs, but she refused to give in, sweat rolling down her face as she tried to withstand the hold.

"Ain't givin' in..." she muttered through clenched teeth, growling at Jem's insult. "'Specially to someone like you!""

She inhaled sharply, and tried to fight back, the Diva flexing her arms, trying to pull them forwards again. She knew she probably couldn't break the hold, but if she could just weaken it enough, she could find a way out...

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Jem, too, was feeling the effects of the match. Her hair drooped a bit as beads of sweat rolled down from her head. Despite the fatigue, the young woman continued putting her submission knowledge to work and kept a tight grip on her opponent's forearms, and her bare knee pressed into Aisha's back.

Despite Jem's efforts to impose her will on her rival blonde, Aisha persisted in protesting. Jem would growl in response saying: "Whaddya mean to someone like me?!" before dropping down to a seated position and trying to press both her feet against Aisha's back! She did this to try and curtail her opponent's efforts at escape. If successful, it would add much more pressure, and further Holland's goals of trying to force her foe into submission!

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"You know. A wannabe like you!" Aisha fired back, even as Jem pulled harder on the hold. The Diva writhed within the submission, her body aching as she felt Jem's boots shoving themselves against her back, but even still she held on, even though she wanted to scream and cry out and give up. She wouldn't give in though. She couldn't give in, not to Jem.

She closed her eyes, her chest heaving with heavy breaths as she struggled to not give up yet. Instead, she tried to focus, trying to kick outwards, trying to stretch one of her long, well-toned legs towards the ropes. If she could just get a foot up on the bottom rope, she could free herself...

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Aisha's words agitated Jem. The upstart streamer hadn't gone into the match believing herself to be lesser than her opponent in any regard, but upon realizing that Aisha felt otherwise, she tensed up and applied even more pressure than before. Jem would grit her teeth and retort: "Call me wannabe again after I win!"

With that, Holland continued going at it, trying to coax her foe into submitting and granting her entry into the championship tournament. She smiled when, after a moment of struggling to keep the hold locked in, the referee made a call.

"Break!"

"What?!" Jem cried in disbelief. The eccentric streamer would turn her head to see that Aisha's superior wingspan bailed her out of this one. Jem had underestimated her foe's reach, as well as her resolve in her refusal to submit. Once she saw that Aisha had managed to earn a rope break, Jem would release her grip on the Diva's arms and begin to work her way up to her feet.

"I wanna give you props to for lasting, for inching your way to the topes. But if you don't wanna respect me, then I don't need to respect you." Jem would say before approaching Aisha. She'd attempt to grab hold of her foe's arm and help her up to a kneeling position. If Jem were able to position the spunky Diva so, she'd attempt to knock her back down with a stiff, clubbing forearm blow to the back of the head.

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While she was grateful to be freed from the surfboard, it didn't seem like Aisha was going to get any kind of breather against the streamer!

Before she had a chance to get back up and make her way back to her feet, Jem was already back on her, jerking her up and onto her knees. Aisha began to turn her head towards the woman, wanting to yell at her, to shout at her to let her go, but before the words could leave her mouth, in came Jem's forearm, smashing her straight on the back of the head!

With a loud grunt, Aisha went back down, dropping back to the mat, grabbing at the back of her head and hissing angrily in pain, still seemingly at Jem's mercy.