Marzia Servelli vs. Alizeh Midori - Submission Match

[CaptainL]

With Marzia still reeling from the pain, her thoughts were elsewhere, and she couldn't devote her full attention to the match. Her hold began to slip, and Alizeh would find it considerably easier to force her way out of her grasp, as her hands went to her thighs. With a push, she proved able to force them off of her head, causing Marzia to drop backward as she released the pressure on her airways.

With this, a lull came to the action. Marzia took in a few pants, refilling her lungs, and rubbed her palm against the sore spot on her leg to try and work out the pain. But regardless, the last tieup had seen her as the one applying the hold, not as its victim, and she was quick to get back on her feet. She saw that Alizeh was staying back, planning out her next move. The two girls shared a look of agreement as their eyes met, knowing that each of them had similar ideas in mind. It would come down to who would be able to implement them first. And Marzia hoped that would be her.

Coming in closer, she looked to close the gap between her and her opponent. Marzia reached forward with her arms, going to grapple with Alizeh. If she could get her hands on her unopposed, her next plan would be to try and circle around behind her, attempting to pull the green-haired girl into an abdominal stretch.

[Bare]

As the green haired girl locked eyes with her opponet The orange clad girl would tense up as the Italian woman drew closer to her. Moving up as they approached the two locked hands. As they gripped eachother’s hands Alizeh would lean forward to try and pressure Marzia. Unfortunately for the green haired girl the dark haired one in front of her would slip behind her wrapping her arms around her waist. Gasping as she felt the girl trying to bend her Alizeh would think quickly. Throwing her head back Alizeh would slam the back of her head into Marzia’s jaw. If successful in stunning her Italian foe Alizeh would in a smooth motion grab her opponet’s wrist while turning around to try and spin behind Marzia twisting the limb behind her opponet’s back to try and turn the tables on her.

[CaptainL]

As she laced hands with Alizeh and pushed in against her, Marzia could feel that the two of them were well matched when it came to strength. It was almost as though the two of them had been destined to meet in the ring. But Marzia had no intentions of letting Alizeh dominate - and soon she got into position, swinging around the girl to get behind her, where she wrapped an arm around her waist to bend her over to the side!

Marzia clenched her teeth, trying to hold the position and deliver some punishment to Alizeh's spine and torso. For a moment, she was in control - but just as quickly as Marzia had gained the lead, Alizeh struck back at her, as she tossed her head backward, straight into Marzia's jaw.

It seemed that such tactics were serving Alizeh well in this match, and this was no exception. Marzia staggered back, releasing Alizeh as she reached to clutch her jaw. And, in the process, she left herself open - a fact she would soon regret, as Alizeh grabbed her by the arm and twisted it behind her! Marzia let out a cry of pain, tossing her head backward as her back arched from the pressure. But, she thought to herself, if Alizeh could try to counter from where she stayed behind her - then Marzia could, too.

The Italian aimed a kick behind her, looking to slam the sole of her foot into Alizeh's ankle. Through this, she hoped to trip her up enough to break away.

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled from behind marzia as she had the latter’s arm twisted behind her back. Pulling herself in close behind the Italian Alizeh coyly as she rested her chin on the girl’s shoulder while wrenching her arm backwards. However this moment of peace and control was short lived.

Within moments Marzia’s leg arched backwards into Alizeh’s ankle. “Gah!” She screamed out in pain from the sudden burst of pain as she stumbled back. Straightening and easing her hold on Marzia’s arm Alizeh still retained her grip on the Italian’s hand. Falling onto one knee before the other technician the crowd wooped and cat called at the pose the two girls were making with Alizeh kneeling before marzia while holding her hand.

Actively ignoring or unaware of the voices of the crowd Alizeh would narrow her eyes on Marzia. Pushing herself forward the greenette would aim to continue this exchange with her by charging forward in an attempt to spear her fellow middleweight.

[CaptainL]

It made Marzia tense up even further as Alizeh leaned in against her - she seemed almost smug in how she was positioning herself, which only proved to make this a more frustrating experience for the Italian girl. However, Marzia still knew where to go in order to counter such things - and if her opponent was staying on her feet, it only seemed reasonable that she would be able to compromise that position by trying to work at what was keeping her upright. Marzia kicked back at Alizeh's ankle - and indeed, the green-haired girl's footing was swept out from under her, as she fell back. Marzia could feel the weight let off her shoulders as Alizeh fell to the ground. Panting to try and catch her breath, she turned back around to face her.

Marzia didn't realize the position they were in, as she held onto Alizeh's hand with her on her knees - until she heard the crowd heckle it. Then, looking back down, Marzia blushed hard. Did they look like they were...proposing!? Her face a vivid red, she yelped, drawing back from her. "S-S-Sorry..!!" she blurted out. "I-It's not what it looks like-!"

But that moment of shock was a moment Alizeh could turn to her advantage. Just a moment later, the green-haired girl sprung, and Marzia was tackled back against the canvas, landing beneath her with a thud!

[Bare]

Alizeh, still tone dead to the heckling of the crowd was slightly confused by Marzia’s apology. But she was also way too worked up to dwell on it. Instead the greenette was focused solely on her opponet and defeating her. And if Marzia was gonna get distracted that was Alizeh’s advantage.

Something that Alizeh was showing as she crashed her shoulder into Marzia’s stomach and knocking her down to the mat. Landing on top of the Italian Alizeh would flash her a smile and wink. Pulling her legs up and under her Alizeh would attempt to brace one leg against Marzia’s neck while her other leg braced against the one pressing into Marzia’s neck. If successful she would attempt to get her hands behind the back of Marzia’s head. And roll to her back for a triangle choke hold.

“Hah how ya like this one Marz?” Alizeh asked competitively as she pulled on the hold while also dubbing her with a nickname.

[CaptainL]

Marzia was beginning to see another advantage Alizeh had over her. Not only was the green-haired girl more agile, and willing to use that to her advantage, but she also had the upper hand when it came to mental fortitude. For all her wrestling talent, Marzia had a problem when it came to her shyness and anxiety, and, hearing the crowd tease her over the position she'd ended up in, she froze up, her face going red. In her stupor, she let go of Alizeh. And, in doing so, she also exposed herself to attack - as Alizeh, by contrast, didn't seem to be bothered by the situation at all! She was well posed to take advantage, and that was exactly what she would do, as she charged forward to tackle Marzia off her feet.

The Italian collapsed on the ground, sputtering and shaking as she tried to get her head back into the game. But Alizeh was already on the move, as she rolled Marzia into a triangle choke! Her eyes went wide, and before she could say anything in response she felt her throat being clenched down, cutting off her airways, as all she could do in response was let out a wheeze. Her survival instincts coming to the forefront of her mind, Marzia tried to push herself upward to take off the pressure, as her hands went to grab at Alizeh's legs, trying to force them apart to clear more room for her.

[Bare]

Alizeh smirked deviously as she saw Marzia’s expression after trapping the Italian in the ruthless submission. But once again the Italian was proving why she was a wrestler Alizeh followed prior to her LAW debut. Yes Marzia was already trying to battle her way out of the hold and Alizeh absolutely dug the spirit she shower. “Oh yeah Marz that fughting spirit is why I like ya! Don’t think i’ll make it easy on ya though!” Alizeh said in a odd mix of encouraging and competitive talking as she reached up grabbing the back of Marzia’s head to make it more difficult for ehr to escape the hold. “Don’t give up on me just yet.” Alizeh finished off with a wink as she found herself truly enjoying her bout with her fellow submisisionist.

[CaptainL]

Even if Marzia had been swept away by confusion and embarrassment a moment ago, by now she had gotten her head into the game once more. She saw the challenges she was dealing with, and she knew that she couldn't give it any less than her best! Gritting her teeth and steeling herself, her body tensed as she tried to force her opponent's legs off her throat, pulling at her shins. She heard Alizeh's words of encouragement, too, and while Marzia couldn't get enough air in her to form words in response, she still appreciated it. It was that praise that kept her fighting. She knew Alizeh saw the potential in her, and she couldn't let her down - so she had to do her best!

As Alizeh held back down on Marzia's head, preventing her from fully taking the pressure off her neck, the Italian girl gagged, shrinking back. But what didn't shrink was her determination and her wherewithall to keep on fighting, even against the strain. Growling through clenched teeth, Marzia changed her tactics, now looking to stiffen her legs as she pushed her feet up off the ground. She tried to use this to raise herself back into a standing position, taking Alizeh along for the ride!

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled seeing Marzia’s fire. She loved the determination she was showing and wanted to return it in kind. “Hell yeah thats the spirit Marz!” She declared really feeling pumped up as her adrenaline coursed through her. Although she soon found herself regretting her firing Marzia up so much as the Italian woman began to stand. ‘Shit’ Alizeh thought to herself knowing how bad a situation this was. But even so, she didn’t break the hold, rather she was focused solely on keeping the hold on Marzia to deal as much damage as she physically could against her fellow technician. In the greenette’s mind it was the only right thing to do in this situation. After breaking her hold now, to her would be like a slap in the face to her opponet and herself. Though that could just be Alizeh’s competitiveness and stubborness shining through to the surface.