L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Oleander smirks at opponent’s attempts to try and restrain her, perhaps a bit of verbal taunting would be able to let Alena score the next fall.. that way she’ll be able to show the Grand Duchess just how serious she can be when things get down to the wire when they fight for the final fall!

Oleander: If that’s really the best you can do with those legs, I’m afraid that won’t be able to work!

The elbow was enough to knock Oleander onto her back, and from there, the Russian grappler would only pull herself forward - slipping out from underneath her embrace, and coming to take control for herself! Now, as she won the top position, Alena's legs locked tightly around Oleander's sides, squeezing with all her might as she attempted to compress her ribs and wring the air out of her lungs. Her teeth clenched and her brow furrowed as sweat ran down the side of her face - but no matter how hard Alena tried, it seemed as though Oleander's composure wouldn't break that easily. Alena looked down with a glare when she heard the Englishwoman still had it in her to taunt her - evidently, she wasn't going hard enough. But that was fine. Alena was nothing if not capable of going even harder!

"You really think so?" she muttered. "Well, what you've just seen is far from the best!"

At that moment, Alena let go of the bodyscissor and rolled herself over onto her back, coming to rest at Oleander's side. There, she would reach for her leg and pull it between her own crossed legs, as she brought her opponent into position for a calf slicer - her finisher, the Ural Jackhammer! Once everything was in place, Alena would grab for Oleander's ankle and pull her leg down hard against her shin, stretching the muscle over the bone. And the fans would erupt in cheers at such a display of dominance!

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Oleander starts to grunt a bit trying to resist, but starts screaming in agony after a few seconds before tapping out.

—Score—
*Oleander: 2/3
*Alena: 2/3

Once Alena releases her, Oleander starts panting heavily before going back to her corner as she removes her headband before glaring and growling at the Grand Duchess.

Oleander: Looks like this next fall’s the tiebreaker, I was holding back on you for those first few falls I scored.. but now it’s time for me to become one with the shadows!! (She gestures Alena to bring it on before entering her stance) Let’s make this one for the history books, da?

Once Alena locked in the Ural Jackhammer, it was all over. Oleander's leg was caught up in her grasp, and as she put torque on her knee, she was able to stretch her calf right across her shin. It was a move Alena had ended many a match with in the octagon, and the mere sight of her executing such a maneuver stirred up plenty of cheers. It was only a matter of seconds before Oleander couldn't bear it any more!

As soon as Oleander tapped out, Alena let her go, rolling aside and getting onto her knees. A grin came to her face as she pumped her fist triumphantly, knowing she'd scored another fall! "Yes!!" Now, when she looked up at the scoreboard, the Russian grappler's eyes narrowed in focus. This was it - the final round; the one that would decide it all. Oleander was certainly a well-accomplished fighter if she was able to keep up with Alena this long, with the two of them trading wins back and forth. The two girls were neck and neck. It would all come down to which one of them was strong and skilled enough to get the edge now! But Alena wasn't the least bit deterred. She would just take this as a challenge - and whenever there was a challenge, she was going to hold herself to its standards!

Pushing herself back up to her feet, Alena turned to Oleander's corner and watched as she took off her headband, letting her hair loose. She definitely meant business now - but then, so did Alena herself! Nodding her head to the Englishwoman, Alena balled a fist and pounded it against her palm, standing at the ready with her knees bent and her feet apart. "Oh? Holding back, you say?" She chuckled. "Even holding back, you're still strong...but it won't be enough. I won't let it be!"

There was one thing they could agree on, though - this was definitely going to be one for the history books! "Da!" Alena cheered with another nod. And then, with Oleander giving her cue, she was off! She took a couple of long strides toward the center of the ring to close in on her foe, keeping an eye on her all the while for any sudden moves. Once she was in range, Alena would lean in closer, attempting to feint her with a couple of jabs - but if Oleander tried to raise her guard, she would slip her leg in closer to try and kick at her ankle to sweep her footing out from under her!

Oleander sees through Alena’s feint as she rushes at her with a flying knee, following up with a one-two punch push kick combo that would send the Grand Duchess to the ropes. Once she bounced off of them, she’d preform a leg sweep which would be followed by an axe kick to weaken Alena.. all while her eyes glow red from before, putting off a menacing aura.

Oleander: Pitiful, if you thought I wouldn’t be able to see through your feints.. you’d be wrong. Now do yourself a favor.. (She suddenly traps Alena in a twister hold) AND EMBRACE THE DARKNESS!!!

Alena prided herself on her strength and skill, and she was sure she had enough heart behind every strike she threw to stand up to any challenge. So far Oleander had proven herself to be a worthy challenger, but Alena had stayed neck and neck with her the whole time, the two of them trading off wins with every fall. It seemed like this could be anyone's game. In fact, heading into the final fall, Alena's strategy was sound. Her stance was well-executed, and she was keeping her attention focused on Oleander as she closed the distance, preparing herself should the Englishwoman try to make a move.

But nothing could have prepared Alena for what would come next.

Oleander had done a whole lot more than showing off. When she mentioned she had been holding back before, apparently she meant it - with the final fall, she came right out of the gate in a flurry of offense, too quick for the Russian woman to possibly prepare herself for! Before Alena could so much as swing her foot forward, Oleander had already lunged for her, her knee striking straight up into her sternum! Knocked backward by the force of the impact, Alena went stumbling back a few steps, gasping for breath as the air was knocked out of her lungs. And before she had any chance to prepare herself, Oleander was already tailing after her with a flurry of strikes that seemed to come from every direction!

Alena was being knocked this way and that. Every punch and kick sent her head snapping in one direction and then another, gasping and gagging every time. Before she knew it, she had bounced off the ropes and come back toward Oleander, but she hardly even knew what her legs were doing or where they were taking her before Oleander swept her feet out from under her! As her balance gave way, she flopped against the canvas, her limbs going slack at her sides - and the axe kick that followed just behind sent another shockwave through her body, causing her to cry out in pain as her hips jumped up off the mat.

It had all happened in a matter of seconds, and Alena could barely keep track of what was happening to her! Now, she was left flat on her back, breathless and gasping for air. Even so, when Oleander stood over her with a withering look in her eye, that was enough to make Alena go stock-still. She might have been in a daze, but she could instantly understand just how much danger she was in. Her eyes turned to face Oleander, wide and glassy, and a chill ran over her from head to toe. This, she knew, was the real potential that Oleander wielded - and not even she could stop it!

For a moment, all she could do was lay there in shock. But she would swiftly be brought down to a harsh reality when Oleander got behind her, cranking her body left and right with a punishing twister hold! She pushed off of Alena's lower body with her hips, but turned her head and shoulders in closer to her, bending her in two directions! It felt like her spine was about to snap! Alena's face contorted in a mask of pure agony, her jaw dropping and a shrill scream escaping her lungs. There was no more, she knew, she could do to save herself against a raging demon. Even the proud Grand Duchess of the Octagon had no choice but to tap her hand against the mat in a panic, signaling her submission!

The bell rings three times to signal the end of the match, causing Oleander’s eyes to return to normal as she releases Alena.

Announcer: Here is your winner, with a score of 3-2 submissions.. OLEEEEANDERRRR!!

As the crowd cheered for her victory, Oleander just stood there.. shocked after what had just occurred.

At last, it was over. Alena had fought as hard as she could - even when Oleander had proven herself to be a worthy opponent, she was still committed to rising to her level and proving that she could live up to her standards. Right up to that final fall, it seemed like anyone's game. Both women were trading the dominant spot back and forth, exchanging victories, and both seemed perfectly well primed to take it all. But nothing Alena had in her could hold a candle to the ruthless torrent of offense that Oleander unleashed on her in the final round - and before she could even figure out what was happening to her, she had no choice but to submit!

Now, after the Englishwoman had let her go, Alena flopped backward onto the mat. Her arms and legs fell slack around her, and her chest rose and fell with slow and haggard gasps. She still didn't quite know what had hit her - or, indeed, how she could have possibly ended up this way. All she knew was that she felt sore all over, and her head was spinning! Everything hurt; she tried to push herself back up into a seated position, only for the soreness to catch up to her, causing her to fall back down with a gasp.

Even Oleander seemed to be confused about how she had pulled off such offense! Alena began to raise her head to her, looking back at her through a haze as her eyes focused glassily into the distance. "W-What...was that..?"

Oleander didn’t say a word, it felt like she was having a panic attack! Soon, Cashmere appears in the ring to comfort her.

Cashmere: It’s okay Ollie, it’s gonna be okay..

Oleander: I don’t know what’s going on with me, I’m scared..

Alena was only left with more questions. Not only was she completely taken aback by the sudden burst of aggression that seemed to come over Oleander...now, the Englishwoman herself seemed just as alarmed, as though she didn't know what had happened to her! Even when Alena asked her what it was all about, she didn't seem to notice - in fact, she didn't even seem to know. Clearly, there was something much more going on here than her settling into the groove...

Her body was sore, and she could feel a few aches shoot through her body as she moved, clenching her teeth with a groan. But Alena managed to get her hands and feet underneath her and pushed herself up to her full height. She teetered in place a bit, panting for breath and clutching at her shoulder to try and rub away the pain. But she still took a step closer to Oleander and offered her hand. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too threatened by that, given that Alena was showing genuine concern.

"This...hasn't happened to you before, has it?"