Friction World title Match. Brittany vs Odessa.

Brittany was a high-octane fighter, it seemed, and even in an evening gown she could move quickly. Odessa was not able to stop Brittany before the champion drove herself bodily into Odessa's gut, knocking the wind out of the ebony beauty for the time being as she toppled down onto the canvas with her brutish opponent on top of her. Odessa, thankfully, was not one to lose her cool in this sort of situation. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Brittany, limiting her movement and forcing her to either focus on freeing herself or on making a suboptimal attack.

Unfortunately for Odessa, when Brittany found that her struggling would prove largely fruitless against the hold of a powerful woman such as Odessa, she started to think up a different strategy, even as the ebony beauty kept her arms wrapped tight around the champion. She thought that it would keep her safe for the time she needed to recover from the spear. But Brittany, brawler as she was, had a different idea in mind. With her arms restricted, she moved onto the next best thing: her head. Just as Odessa had caught her breath, she felt the sudden terrible sting of her skull being smashed into by something hard. Her head rang as the headbutt's force reverberated through her. Abruptly, she would drop her arms from around Brittany, as she was temporarily stunned, laying down on the canvas and just trying desperately to recover. "Rrrrgh..."

Brittany's head was ringing after the headbutt but Brittany couldn't afford to just sit there and recover. Brittany would shake her head free of the cobwebs before grabbing Odessa's arm. Brittany would quickly roll to Odessa's side and with Odessa's arm still in hand. Brittany would then wrap her legs around Odessa's arm to apply a painful armbar. "You can submit to me at anytime." Brittany would say as she was starting to feel pretty cocky.

The headbutt had stunned Odessa, and she knew that that meant her opponent was going to be making an effort to take advantage of her brief moment of incapacitation, by piling on the pain and trying to force the gorgeous British woman to submit. Brittany decided to do that with an armbar, rolling off of Odessa and onto her back, then sliding her legs under and around Odessa's arm to lock it painfully into an armbar. The pain was enough to snap Odessa fully back to a combat state of mind, but now she needed to put her thoughts towards breaking free from this armbar.

"Rrr...heh...you just wait and—mrrph—see how long that takes, darling..." Odessa would growl, still being her usual teasing self with her opponent even as the woman had her trapped. At this rate, though, Odessa's confident attitude might not last for much longer.

Knowing that she had to escape, Odessa quickly examined the situation. Brittany was causing her tremendous pain in one arm, but she still had one free, not to mention both legs. That, she hoped, would be enough to implement an escape, or at least to force a reaction out of Brittany. Odessa would shift her weight, then thrust her hips upwards, flinging her weight to the side and "hopping" a couple of feet. She would try to use her legs to push her along, and would reach out with her free hand as she would try to slowly, excruciatingly drag herself and Brittany towards the ropes!

Brittany would keep applying pressure to Odessa's arm. "Just give in. You know that you are no match for me." Brittany would say as she felt Odessa start to move. "You can't escape me. Stop trying." Brittany said before Odessa managed to get in a position to move herself. Brittany had to admit that Odessa surprised her as the two of them slowly began to move towards the ropes.

"You are not going to make it." Brittany would say as Odessa neared the ropes. However, as soon as Odessa would touch the ropes Brittany would release her armbar and roll away from Odessa.

It took Odessa a few tries to actually reach the ropes. She had to move foot by foot, even inch by inch, dragging her upper body and Brittany's whole body along with her as she tried to make her escape. She was thankful that Brittany was at least slightly smaller than she was. If she had been fighting a woman ten or twenty pounds heavier, that would make this already-difficult task nearly impossible to complete. As it was, Odessa was using up a tremendous amount of energy to move two bodies over to the ropes, and at the same time her arm was being put under terrible pressure that was making her grimace in pain. Brittany's taunts were the least of her worries.

Odessa made it to the ropes, much worse for wear but still in this fight. As Odessa grabbed onto the ropes, her opponent was at least honorable enough to let her go from the armbar and roll away, giving Odessa some space to get to her feet. The Briton didn't exactly have a high opinion of Brittany, but the woman was at least willing to fight fair—so long as she knew her title was on the line.

As Brittany rolled away, Odessa would take a moment to compose herself. Her legs were aching, now, after having to drag them so many feet in such an awkward fashion. Her arm was throbbing after being put through that painful armbar. As she rolled up onto her knees, Odessa was panting, her forehead and arms glistening with a light sheen of sweat which spoke to the toll that had been taken on her over both the whole course of the match and just the last few minutes of it. Slowly, then, she would rise up onto her feet, knowing that she needed to be smart while she recovered her strength.

Brittany would take the chance to catch her breath as Odessa got to her feet. Brittany had to admit that Odessa was proving to be more of a challenge than Brittany had expected. However, that didn't mean that Brittany thought that Odessa actually stood a chance at winning. "You should have just submitted to me when you had the chance." Brittany would say as she would move towards Odessa.

Brittany would reach out to grab onto Odessa's hair to pull Odessa to her feet. "I am not done with you yet." Brittany would say as she would try to use Odessa's hair to toss Odessa into the nearest corner.

Odessa smirked as her opponent tried to mock her, and tried to scare her about what was to come. Odessa couldn't imagine any woman who would ever reply "You know what? You're right. I should have submitted!" And if there ever was a woman who would say such a thing, they would surely be Odessa's perfect opposite. Odessa was strong, confident, comfortable in herself, her life, her body. She was bigger than Brittany, and had dozens of matches at AFW and hundreds around the world under her belt. If she had failed to gain the upper hand in the early going of the match, she would claim it now as they were approaching what seemed to be the meaty center of the battle.

As Odessa was on her knees and was starting to lift herself onto her feet, Brittany grabbed onto her lustrous, perfect whie hair and yanked on it to help her along. Odessa's breath caught in her throat and she winced slightly as her scalp was stretched. As Brittany stood her up and began to pull her to try to launch her towards the corner, Odessa would do something to try to turn the tables on her opponent. As her foe began to pull, Odessa would grab onto Brittany's head, sinking her fingers into her foe's hair in response. As she was whipped around, she would try to stop her forward momentum by hanging onto the champion's hair. "I'm far from done, as well!" Odessa would say, before she would try to turn the tables, planting a foot, pivoting, and trying to swing Brittany towards the corner instead!

Brittany made sure to pull on Odessa's hair as roughly as she could while she pulled Odessa to her feet. Brittany was about to throw Odessa towards the corner when Odessa's hands pulled on her hair. "Let go of my hair!" Brittany would yell out before Odessa tossed her towards the corner.

Brittany slammed into the corner with a thud and a grunt of pain as her arms would slip over the top ropes as she tried to regain her senses after Odessa turned the tables on her.

Odessa managed to turn the momentum around against Brittany, planting a foot and bringing herself to a complete halt. Stopping all of that forward momentum was not easy, but she would compensate by dumping some of that momentum off on her opponent. Grabbing onto Brittany's hair in retaliation—and scoffing when the woman insisted that Odessa let go of her hair, even as she still had her hands on Odessa's white locks—Odessa would use the last of that forward momentum to pull Brittany forward, then would flex her muscles and swing around, ultimately succeeding in tossing her opponent into the corner! "Yes, get over there!"

As Brittany's body scrunched up back into the corner and her arms fell over the top ropes, Odessa would quickly go to work. Thankfully, the dress that she was wearing had a slit which allowed much greater freedom of movement than she might have in another evening gown. That was important, as Odessa would try to turn and then kick upwards, intending to land a hard kick right to Brittany's solar plexus that, she hoped, would take the air out of the champion!

Brittany groaned in the corner as Odessa had quickly turned the tables on the champion. Brittany shook some of the cobwebs from her head just in time to see Odessa's leg shooting towards her stomach. Brittany tried to flew her abs to absorb some of the blow but it didn't do much as Odessa's foot sunk into Brittany's solar plexus.

Brittany let out a cough as the air was pushed out of her leaving Brittany trying to catch her breath in the corner while Odessa stood in front of her. Brittany knew she had to quickly get out of the corner before Odessa gained too much of an advantage.