Marzia Servelli vs. Alizeh Midori - Submission Match

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As she pushed forward, Marzia felt the soreness burning in her arms and legs as she worked her muscles past their limits, fighting to overpower the force keeping Alizeh in place. But she kept on struggling, even as her body threatened to give out despite it all. She clenched her teeth, willing to bear the weight the whole way through if that was what it would take. And even if it took a lot out of her to get to such a point, Marzia was still able to force herself back up straight, bringing Alizeh with her.

Now, she had herself in a position to act. Her legs trembled under her, and she dug her ankles against the ground to try and keep herself upright. She had to take Alizeh down before she collapsed. And, to help conserve the energy she was using to hold herself upright, Marzia threw herself forward, looking to tackle Alizeh off her feet and into the canvas! She let her weight fall against her, going to take her off her feet, and to land on top of her.

[Bare]

Alizeh groaned as she was bent back and just couldn’t seem to reverse the positions. It was clear in the test of strength that Marzia had won. However that didn’t mean Alizeh was gonna give up either!

However it looked like that decision was being taken from her as Marzia used her bwtter vantage point to dive forward driving her body into her own. “Guah!” Alizeh groaned out as she was tackled down to the mat by her Italian adversary. ‘Damn it!’ Alizeh thought knowing how bad of a position it was for Marzia to be on top of her.

“I won’t lose!” She cried out as she shot her leg up to knee Marzia to try and distract her. If successful Alizeh would roll them over so she was on the top position. Spinning around over Marzia’s body so she was facing Marzia’s legs and vice versa. Curling her legs around Marzia’s head Alizeh looked to apply a last ditch headscissors!

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Marzia leaned her weight forward, her teeth clenched and her body stiff. She was forcing herself against all odds, past all limits, to push through and to overcome the pressure Alizeh used to hold her back. Sweat was trickling down her brow. Earlier in this match, Marzia might have let herself become distracted, but there was no time for that now. Every ounce of her energy had to be focused on winning this match. She knew she wouldn't have any to spare.

She came crashing down on top of Alizeh, letting even the collapse of her body as her weight gave out from under her become a weapon in her arsenal. Heavy with fatigue, her weight pressed down on top of her green-haired rival. Marzia had her hands locked onto Alizeh's, keeping the two of them firmly held in place. Alizeh, however, had a counter ready to disrupt Marzia's focus, as she threw a knee at her side. The Italian let out a yelp as she buckled backward, and with her position compromised, the load on Alizeh was lightened by just that preciously small amount to roll her over and get on top.

Marzia's eyes widened as she felt Alizeh come to rest on top of her, turning so that they pointed in opposite directions. She felt it as Alizeh's legs wrapped around her head, the pressure crushing her temples and stifling the breaths that left her throat as she groaned a muffled groan. Marzia's heart dropped in her chest; she feared what position this could put her in if Alizeh managed to claim the advantage. But that couldn't happen! She couldn't give up, not now, not when so much was on the line!

Taking in a deep breath, Marzia tried to steady herself just long enough to get a move of her own in. She brought her own legs off the mat, going to snap them around Alizeh's head and bring the two of them into a mutual deadlock!

[Bare]

“Grrrrr come on.” The green haired girl ground out. Sweat pouring off her body and being rubbed into her face by Marzia’s out sweat kissed body. She was successful at least in tangling her legs around the Italian’s head and squeezing tightly putting her in a dominant position. But only briefly.

Before she could do anything though her eyes widened as Marzia’s thick thighs tangled around her own head for a scissor hold of her own! “Mphfff!” She moaned into Marzia’s hips due to her grip. Wrapping her arms aound Marzia’s hips she’d groan as she thought of what to do.

She was physically exhausted and hurt from this brutal exchange so far between the two. ‘Damn any other situation and I might actually be pretty happy about this.’ She thought to herself as she grabbed at and slapped at Marzia’s thighs.

Rolling around the ring with Marzia she could feel that nothing she did would lead to Marzia’s legs coming loose. But the same applied to her. Her scissor hold was the best thing she had going for her snd she’d be damned if she was to release her. Thus Alizeh came to a dangerous strategy. She’d focus squarely on trying to out muscle Marzia and knock her out before she could knock her out! Thus the battle of scissors began and it would determine who would win this back and forth bout!

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Marzia panted and gasped as much as one could when her head was being compressed as much as it was. Alizeh had locked on tightly to her, and she was struggling to keep her focus through the mounting pressure. Her temples throbbed, and her face went hot from the blood rising to her cheeks, but she couldn't let go. She couldn't give in.

Every fiber of her being was focused on one goal, and that goal was crushing her opponent - or at least outlasting her, whichever came first! She had her own thighs wrapped tightly around Alizeh's head, compressing it with every ounce of force she could muster out of her sore and aching muscles. She grit her teeth, trying to ignore the soreness and aches she felt all over just to ensure nothing would distract her from her goal.

Alizeh would give her a hard time with that, of course. She grasped tighter to Marzia's legs, throwing a few slaps at them. They stung, and Marzia had to stifle her cries from behind her clenched teeth, but her adrenaline was surging - if she had taken such hits earlier in the match, perhaps it would have shaken her, but this was another story! The two went rolling, but Marzia had to ride it out. She kept her body still, tightening her headscissor even further as she traded blows back with Alizeh, matching every slap and grab with one of her own. She'd do whatever it took to give her the edge.

Still, her efforts were in vain. Alizeh was as persistent as she was, and no amount of struggle would get her to ease her grip either. As the two of them ground to a halt, still with their legs tangled around each others' heads, Marzia bit down harder on her lip, focusing everything into this one moment. The two girls went still in the middle of the ring, now letting only their legs do the work. Marzia's vision began to blur, and her head felt heavy, but she wouldn't give up now. It was a battle of attrition, down to whoever would crumple first!

[Bare]

Alizeh groaned softly as they rolled around the ring with one another, the subtle vibrations bumping and bumbling Alizeh’s already cloudy thoughts. Marzia was an impeccable specimen that refused to give in even a inch. And for better or worse Alizeh was the same way as she refused to give in to the Italian submission speacialist.

As they reached the middle it became clear the situation was now victory or defeat. Tap out or pass out, whichever of them could outlast the other would win. Nothing more nothing less. However despite the gravity of the situation Alizeh still found something to enjoy in the suffocating hold the two had eachother in.

That thing which she enjoyed happen to be her opponet, soft feel and warmth of the Italian’s thick legs was quite comfortable and in any other situation Alizen would be quite happy. But that was neither here nor there. Instead she focused solely on squeeze Marzia with everything she had refusing to give up. Even as her vision began darkening and the crushing feeling in her head was mounting more and more making it difficult as her lungs screamed due to the lack of oxygen

[CaptainL]

The position they had found themselves in was a suggestive one, as both girls were tangled around one another, their bodies pressed close as their legs encircled each other's heads and squeezed, burying each face into a tight prison of warmth and darkness. They could feel every bit of each other as they lay against one another, rubbing closer with every time their bodies twisted and bucked as they jostled for the position. Marzia was a shy girl, and she found it easy to be swayed by getting up close and personal with her opponents. In most situations like this, she would freeze up and not know what to do.

But there was no time for awkwardness. There was no time to waste! Marzia had only one thing on her mind, and that was outlasting her opponent and proving herself. Clenching her teeth, she squeezed her thighs down even harder, pressing them to the limit as a frenzied groan left her throat and was muffled between Alizeh's legs. Marzia's joints burned and her legs ached, but she had to put forth as much power as she could coax out of her body. She knew Alizeh wouldn't yield for anything, and neither could she!

Every part of her body ached. Her lungs were burning. Her body was tense, with every muscle locked up. At last, Marzia's vision began to grow dark. Her body felt heavy, and her head was spinning. But she couldn't let go. Her hands came to the mat at her side, and she pressed her palms against the canvas, bracing her weight to try and keep herself balanced as she squeezed her legs tighter. With each passing second, Marzia felt like she was coming closer to passing out. But if she did, she would go out fighting!

[Bare]

Clenching her teeth Alizeh groaned tightly as she flet Marzia’s legs clinch around her head tightly making her groan and huff tiredly in breathless pain. Her lungs and muscles burned and ached in exertion as she desperately squeezed her opponet back in a bid to fight Marzia down till the last breath literally.

In this case she inspired Marzia to do the same he ce the situation they were in now. But Alizeh would be damned if she let Marzia knock her out and win without a fight. Thats why even as her vision darkened, and the burning in her lungs built up to the point she felt like they were about to burst.

But Alizeh refused to stop she poured every last but of her will and energy into her legs, commanding them to squeeze and keep squeezing Marzi like there was no tomorrow. Even as she was fading in and out of conciousness, on the verge of blacking out completely.

[CaptainL]

Most women, at this point and in this position, might well have passed out. Marzia was being faced with a tremendous amount of pressure around her temples, the force that Alizeh was putting around her head threatening to wring the last gasps of stamina out of her rapidly tiring body. But Marzia's greatest asset, if not her size or her confidence, was her determination, and it was that determination that was telling her to stick it out even against all odds.

Her body shuddered, and her lungs burned. Every muscle in her body was tense and locked onto her opponent as she tried to crush her with all her strength. She was willing to last it out as long as it took, her teeth clenched and grinding.

The whole arena had gone still and silent. The two girls had been locked in their mutual hold for quite some time now, and neither looked like they were about to give way. Even though nothing was changing in the ring, no one wanted to take their eyes off the action for even a second. At any moment, the winner could be declared - it'd only be a matter of who would crack first.

But at last, a whimper left Marzia. Stifled against Alizeh's body, no one could hear it. But the Italian's vision was growing dark, her head lightening, as the last bit of air left her lungs. Her body went limp and heavy against Alizeh's, and at long last, everything went black.

[Bare]

Alizeh gasped and groaned in between the pillowy cushions that were Marzia’s thighs as they relentlessly crushed the greenette’s head and steadily squeezed the remains of ner oxygen supply from her. That being said her own legs did the exact same to Marzia’s head, every ounce of will power and strength Alizeh could muster being used to tell her legs to continue the headscissor on Marzia, even as her lungs and tbe rest of the muscles in her body told the greenette to stop but Alizeh ignored them.

Instead all she did was focus on the squeeze being used to end things, even the crowd going silent in response to the literal battle of will power before them. Eventually though, regardless of her incredible will or stamina, Alizeh found the last dredges of air in her system being used up as her body progressively began to shut down. Her arms were first, falling limp at her sides while her hearing and sight were mext, both going dark and silent as the greenette’s conciousness faded completely

The last bit of movement in the ring other than the ref was actually involuntary. As Alizeh’s legs fell limp and finally released Marzia’s head the greenette would flop onto her back her arms and legs on either side of her as her chest moved up and down slowly following the brutal double headscissors as the crowd were speechless at the seemingly dual knock out of both competitors