Marzia Servelli vs. Alizeh Midori - Submission Match

[CaptainL]

The match had definitely been going on for some time now, and with both competitors performing at the top of their game, there was no question the action was taking its toll on them. Both Marzia and Alizeh had demonstrated themselves quite capable of submissions and holds, and each had had their time to shine, wearing their opponent down little by little with expertly-applied techniques. One woman rarely had the advantage for long before her opponent pulled ahead. So when Marzia ended up on her stomach, with her legs bent and locked into place in Alizeh's grasp, it was only natural that she was winded and spent. Her whole body felt sore, and her legs burned with the pain of Alizeh's brutal hold.

She clenched her teeth, feeling the sweat trickle down her brow as her body went tense, fighting with every fiber of her being she could draw upon to keep herself from losing focus. Marzia panted under her breath, her muscles twitching. Her legs hurt, for sure, and as time went on with little reversal in any of the wrestlers' fortunes, the thought of tapping out certainly came to her mind.

And then, Alizeh spoke up, issuing yet another challenge to the Italian. That was all she needed. Marzia shook her head, biting her lip and drawing in a deep breath. The taunts echoed in her ears. Marzia knew if she tapped out now, she would prove to Alizeh she wasn't worthy. She had to keep fighting on, no matter what it took!

"I'm not...giving up!" Marzia called out, bracing herself against the mat as her palms pressed against the canvas. With her face red from the strain, Marzia pushed herself up, attempting to rise off the mat. Doing so, of course, only put more pressure on her legs and back, as she shuddered from the pain. But she had to fight through it if she wanted to prove to Alizeh she had what it took!

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled as she pulled on Marzia’s chin enjoying her position of dominance over her Italian opponet. She had watched Marzia on TV before, saw her potential and pure skill in the ring. As such the small woman was near the top of Alizeh’s lost of desired opponets, so this match was something Alizeh looked forward too. Like she hoped it was intense and even and everything Alizeh hoped it would be and more.

Part of this was due to Alizeh’s own intervention in pushing Marzia past her limits. She honestly hadn’t meant to go so far in firing the girl up as much as she did, but she certainly didn’t mind the extra challenge. In fact it fired her up even more so for this bout. With all these thoughts racing through her mind of course when she felt Mariza’s torso raising up she only got mode excited. “Aw yeah! Whatcha got for me Marz give me all you got!” Alizeh said from her elevated position. She was pumped up and wanted to see if the Italian could power through and counter once more.

[CaptainL]

Regardless of Alizeh's intentions, Marzia had definitely been driven on to give it her all in the ring, and to surpass her own limits. A natural underdog, the Italian girl was used to being in over her head, but she tried not to let that get to her - while she may have been timid, she also knew she was in this league for a reason, and she had to rise to its principles and prove herself as capable a contender as anyone on the roster. And now, with Alizeh wanting to see Marzia at her best, she knew she couldn't disappoint. She had to be everything her opponent wanted her to be.

It took some effort on her part, but, pushing herself off the mat to try and offset the pressure, Marzia forced herself to rise, even as her body trembled. She bit down on her lip, trying not to scream - no matter how much she may have wanted to. Her back and legs burned, and the sensations were starting to go numb from sheer fatigue, but Marzia couldn't give in when the stakes looked this high! Panting under her breath, she walked on her hands to try and push herself closer to the ropes, where, falling to one elbow, she would reach out in a desperate bid to secure a rope break...

[Bare]

Alizeh grinned to herself unbelievably impressed by Marzia’s sheer tenacity and willpower as she rose up so high on her hands and started crawling forward. ‘Most people would have tapped or cheated somehow to escape this hold. I know from experience its not easy to escape from or reverse.’ Alizeh thought to herself impressed with Marzia’s fortitude. ‘She’s not just powering through the pain but ramping it up to escape. So amazing.’ Alizeh thought to herself as the Italian finally managed to reach the ropes and successfully grab them.

“Rope break!”

The ref would yell making Alizeh smile as she voluntarily released the hold so she was just laying on top of Marzia’s body. Panting for a moment Alizeh slowly got up off her opponet and took a few steps away. Right now she knew she was running on empty but the same was true about Marzia. So Alizeh knew she should take this chance to take Marzia while she was weak. But Alizeh couldn’t bring herself to do so. Marzia had fought hard. Too hard for Alizeh to insult her by attacking while she was down. So Alizeh waited patiently for Marzia to rise to her feet before doing anything.

[CaptainL]

It was a last ditch effort if there ever was one. Marzia was sure that if she didn't make it to the ropes she would be done for. Her legs and back felt like they were about to explode, and even if she did escape she would surely be at a disadvantage - this sort of pain didn't wear off so quickly, after all.

But even if escape wasn't the most practical or simple of solutions, Marzia knew if nothing else, she needed to try. Alizeh was counting on her, challenging her to rise up to all the challenges that lay before her. She couldn't let her down - and she had to be the best wrestler she could be; the person Alizeh wanted her to be.

Dragging herself ever closer to the ropes, Marzia at last was able to reach out and get a hand on them - and with the ref proclaiming a rope break, she was saved. Marzia let out a gasp, her body instantly deflating as she let out the tension, and she collapsed onto her face. Even without Alizeh laying on top of her, the fatigue alone was enough to leave Marzia flattened against the mat, her fingers still grasping the ropes.

A second later, the soreness set in, her body numb and tingling. She grit her teeth, but braced herself, pushing down on the ropes, to raise herself slowly and steadily to her feet. Even then, she had to let her back fall against the corner as she turned to her rival, slumped with her arms draped over the ropes to either side, holding her up where her legs couldn't. Sweat ran down her body, and she panted for breath. For a moment, the whole arena stood on edge, watching in silence. Would Marzia bounce back from this? Could she even bounce back from it?

"Marzia, do you give up?" the ref asked. But Marzia shook her head, pushing herself back onto the soles of her feet. Slowly and groggily she staggered forward, holding her arms up to lock up with Alizeh one last time. One thing was for sure, Marzia wasn't going to surrender until she physically had no other choice!

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled as Marzia slowly began standing up showing off that impressive stamina and grit that the green haired girl knew her opponet was capable of. “Thats right Marzia come on.” Alizeh said egging the girl on ever further. She wanted this to go on as long as possible. Even if they were both nearing their limits.

As the Italian managed to stand her ground and refuse the ref’s inquiry about quitting Alizeh smiled eagerly knowing that this next lock up would likely be their last but also their most intense. “Bring it!” Alizeh said ecstatically as she moved up to meet Marzia halfway and lock hands with the dark haired girl tightly locking up with her yet again.

As they began pushing against one another Alizeh would push her chest forward against Marzia’s while leaning forward near Marzia’s ear, her warm breath washing over the Italian’s ear lobe. “Mhm you’ve made this match amazing Marz. Better than I could have possibly imagined.” She whispered into the other girl’s ear even as they jockeyed for control over eachother in the lock up!

[CaptainL]

Marzia looked to Alizeh with a silent nod as she brought her hands up, offering to lock up with her rival. Her eyes narrowed as she locked in a piercing glare at her opponent, preparing herself for a final test of their strength and willpower. Alizeh's words were urging her to fight on as much as her own inner thoughts were. She might have been sore, she might have been tired, and her breaths might have been coming in short - but Marzia couldn't back down now. She nodded to Alizeh, accepting her challenge.

She too bent in closer to Alizeh, their bodies meeting and their chests pressing together as they locked eyes and hands alike. The gesture might have embarrassed Marzia before, but she had no time for that now. Now, she was fully focused on this match. Everything else faded away; she couldn't even hear the chanting of the crowd even as they gave their wild applause to the spectacle they'd witnessed from the two women competing at their limits. The only thing here was her and Alizeh. Everything else was irrelevant.

"Yeah," Marzia muttered, "Thank you, is all I can say. You've exceeded all my expectations yourself..." Her muscles flexed and tensed as she pushed against Alizeh, the two of them jostling for the position. Both of them were well matched and fighting as hard as they could. It could only come down to whoever would be the first to crack. "I know that...if you have faith in me...then I must be doing something right!"

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled at Marzia and her words. She knew that compared to earlier in the match this position they were would have ordinairly confused or embarrasssed Marzia. But right now she didn’t care. She was focused on the match. Alizeh could literally see it in the Italian’s eyes because it was the same look she held and she was in the same mind set. Match first. Everything else second.

“You definitely are Marzia. I’ll be sure to relay you after the match.” Alizeh panted out before smirking as her muscles screamed in exertion and she pushed against Marzia with everything she had. “In the meanttime... let the best woman win!” Alizeh cried out in excitement.

The greenette’s eyes filled with fire as she panted, her feet in the mat to try and lean forward to press into Marzia and try to force her to lean back. It was a very simple hit effective strategy in tests of strength to try and get an upperhand on opponets. Though simple it appeared amazing for some of the fans that such a simple battle of will could be so back and forth and intense. Though Alizeh was leaning over Marzia there was no telling if the Italian would be able to reverse things on the greenette. After all while this tactic Alizeh was using was effective it could easily by turned around by a equally matched opponet such as Marzia.

[CaptainL]

Even now, Marzia smiled to her opponent, showing her a curt nod in recognition of the praise the green-haired girl had for her as the grimace on her face broke. But that didn't mean she was going to give this any less than her best effort. Marzia strained her body to its limits in shoving her weight against Alizeh, the muscles bulging in her arms and legs as she held the soles of her feet down against the canvas below to keep her position. Though Marzia was pushing as hard as she could, Alizeh was wielding considerable force of her own, and as she pressed down against Marzia's palms, the Italian's back began to bend.

Slowly but surely, Alizeh forced Marzia to bend back little by little, with each inch she was pushed causing her back to tremble and creak as the joints in her spine popped and crackled. She was being bent over parallel to the ground, with Alizeh towering above her. Such a position would be intimidating to many wrestlers - and yet, Marzia couldn't give up now! She had come this far, and won the respect of her foe. She had to be everything Alizeh believed she could be, and to let her strength give out now just wouldn't cut it!

With a snarl muffled by the tension in her jaw, Marzia shoved herself back toward Alizeh, letting the adrenaline push herself past what she would ordinarily be capable of. Grasping tightly to Alizeh's hands, the Italian girl leaned in forward, putting her weight behind her advance as she tried against all odds to even out the balance of this test of strength, pushing herself back straight. The crowd gasped and cheered, taken by Marzia's determination to prevail even against adversity. She was giving this her all!

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled confidently as she pushed down on Marzia gradually making progress in pushing her back. However the Italian foughtbbqckbwith a vengence that surprised even Alizeh who had been egging Marzia on this whole time. With a sudden surge of strength Marzia began pushing back forcing them back upright before now bending Alizeh back! Gasping and groaning Alizeh tried to power back to egen things out, however her strength was in her core and lower body, not so much her upperbody. On top of that the toll of the match had taken its toll on Alizeh and made it difficult to resist Marzia wjo throughout the match possessed more raw strength as opposed to Alizeh who had more speed. Now Alizeh groaned as she found herself in a major disadvantage against Marzia!