Alena Saint vs Valkoinen Simo

Alena whined as she was forcibly hauled to her feet by her hair. In less than two minutes Valkoinen had just about destroyed the poor girl, and it wasn't over yet. But when Valkoinen spoke to her, told her she was weak, something awakened in Alena. She did not come here just to be some girl's practice dummy. When Valkoinen threw her for the irish whip and brought her back, Alena would jump in the air straight into her opponant in a body splash manuever.

Valkoinen was definitely not expecting Alena to do anything but be punished. As she was hit, she made sure she at least held onto Alena's hand and when she landed she let out a very adorable grunt. Slightly dazed, but not in pain, Valkoinen was curious. It seemed that Alena could be made to fight. "Please to be showing weakling attack now." She said with a completely straight face.

Even Alena couldn't believe her attack had worked either, and it was pure luck that she had taken down Valkoinen. "I'm....not a weakling!" she declared. Her arm was still held by Valkoinen, but she would use that to her advantage. Scissoring the arm that held hers between her legs Alena would put her opponant in an armbar.

Without being able to use her own arm as leverage, the arm bar wouldn't do much. Valkoinen tried her own variation of the scissors as she tried to wrap her legs around Alena's neck.

"Gaack!!" Alena squeeled. Valkoinen's legs wrapped tightly around Alena's neck, and she was forced to release the attempted armbar to try and pry apart the girl's thighs, but it seemed futile.

Valkoinen was pleased with the new situation. She tugged on Alena's arm and tried to rock her body so that she would be on her knees and Alena would be on her side. He she could manage, would begin to tug Alena's arm painfully.

Just as Alena was thinking how this situation could get any worse, it did. Groaning as she was turned over she found herself in another painful position, and her face contorted in pain, tears even forming at the corner of her eyes. Alena was an amateur to wrestling at best, she had no idea how to escape the expertly applied hold. She could only kick her legs pittifully.

"If you are pleasing to disrupt attack again, I will be with the breaking nose." The words came out of Valkoinen as she stood up, releasing the hold herself. She tugged Alena up by the hair and looked her coldly in the eyes. Please to be telling me you are not weakling." She would attempt to knee Alena in the gut and then whip her once more to yank her back again for another knee in the gut.

A wave of fear washed over Alena after Valkoinen's words, words that the girl would be sure to carry out. She cried out when she was yanked back to her feet, and her teary eyes were forced to look into Valkoinen's eyes. "I'm not....a weakling!" she spat again despite her better judgement, and recieved the knee in the gut as a reward. Valkoinen wouldn't have to worry about Alena fighting back, she couldn't fight back even if she wanted to at this point. When she was irish whipped right back at her she practically stumbled straight into the knee, a breathless scream escaping her mouth. She fell facefirst onto the mat, laying on her stomach, still conscious but breathing weakly.

Valkoinen watched as Alena crumbled to the ground. "Pleased to be funny haha laugh are you?" She questioned as she stepped on the girls neck and wrenched. "Please to be calling yourself actual weakling." She would move her foot and once again hauled Alena up by the hair. "One is to bealways knowing place." She glanced down before lifting her arm and Alena's up high. She leaned her head against Alena's chest before pulling her arm down to her side and falling to her knees, the idea was to use the attack to drive her head into Alena.