A Submissive Clash - Rebecca V Rook

Able to feel some slight satisfaction after her clothesline managed to connect Rook fell down to the canvas along with Rebecca, amplifying the force by a decent amount but putting an uncomfortable strain of her still very much hurting chest. The vigilante was all too aware that she had royally screwed up at the start of the match, and even more so that she would have to put a lot of effort into pressing this advantage.

Shaking her head while doing her best to ignore the thumping pain in her chest Rook acted as quickly as she was able. With a groan of discomfort she hoisted herself back up into a kneeling position and rolled Rebecca onto her front, placing a leg over her downed opponent before sitting on her back, interlocking both hands and cupping them around the other girls chin, hoisting backwards with as much might as she could once everything was positioned properly. "If you submit this'll be a lot easier for the two of us!" Rook hissed angrily through grit teeth, intent on keeping Rebecca stuck here for as long as she could.

Rebecca was on her back still in shock at the fact that Rook was able to duck or move out of the way of two of her moves as her opponent chanced the whole match around with a simple clothesline. Like the former model tried to do before Rook would not allow Rebecca any rest and was soon rolled onto her front as she would only then try and get away from her opponent.

Because of her late reaction Rook was able to grasp Rebecca's leg and would soon follow by laying on top of the French native's back while cupping her chin. Screaming in frustration and pain as she heard her opponent telling her to just submit caused Rebecca to become enraged and more determined to escape from the hold Rook had her trapped in as she grasped the canvas with both her hands and tried to pull herself closer towards the ropes.

If Rebecca was able to pull herself towards the ropes by grasping the canvas and pulling herself towards it she would repeated this two more times on nothing but will power as she thought to herself ''i am not going to quite that easily'' while extending her arm in an attempt to grasp the ropes with her hand.

Rook didn't have any expectations that a submission move like this one would be able to keep a professional wrestler like Rebecca held for very long, as such she did her best to keep the hold as tightly locked in as possible, making sure that she got the maximum amount of pain out of it before her opponent began making her escape.

Sure enough after a while of having the hold firmly locked in Rebecca began gradually attempting to make her escape, forced to drag herself across the canvas in a gruelling fashion whilst Rook still refused to let the hold go, making sure that every single inch that her opponent moved was equally as painful as the last. Not too long later Rebecca managed to get within arms range of the ropes, meaning that Rook would be forced to get off of her momentarily.

With a growl of frustration the vigilante released Rebecca from the hold, slamming her face into the canvas in the process. Not intent on being disqualified from the match Rook soon respectfully backed off from Rebecca to allow her a little bit of recovery time. While her opponent recovered however, Rook was already preparing on how she would strike next, partially crouching down in preparation to charge at the other wrestler the very moment she could.

Rebecca would scream in pain as Rook did not make it easy on her to make it towards the ropes as the AFW crowd started to get behind the French native hoping to cheer her on as she dragged herself towards them. After what seemed like an eternity to the former model as she slowly inch by inch got closer to the ropes and finally succeeded in grasping the ropes with one hand.

Just as Rebecca wanted to scream at the referee to order Rook to release her the former model got her face slammed into the canvas by her opponent as a result from being released from the hold. Still after being trapped in that hold for so long did not make things easy for Rebecca to get back to her feet as she just lay their on her stomach to recover some of her strength back.

After a few seconds the French native would use the ropes to pull herself back onto her feet knowing that Rook was already preparing to knock her down after she turned around and released the ropes. For this reason she would stay in place to try and get the other wrestler to come closer and lash out with a superkick to Rook's face

Having no issue coming to Rebecca, the moment the other wrestler was back on her feet and prepared to continue fighting Rook went straight for her like a freight-train, crouching down low in preparation to take her right back down to the canvas again, perhaps even tackle her through the ropes if she could. Some caution should have probably been put into play by Rook however, and she was about to find out exactly why.

With a mighty slapping sound which could have probably been heard by audience remembers in the front seats Rook ran face first straight into Rebecca's super-kick, the vigilante's shorter posture and fast movement doing anything except assist her as she was laid out flat on the canvas for all to see. It was a good thing that this match couldn't be won via pinfall, or she could have just handed Rebecca the victory right there.

Staring up in a thick daze at the bright arena lights Rook remained motionless at the moment accept for the rapid raising and falling of her chest and the occasional blink, time felt as if it had temporarily slowed down for her right now, and she was truly lost on what to do.

Rebecca was just waiting for the moment when Rook would move forward and the audience closest to the ring could hear the sound of the French native's feet hitting her opponent right in the face. It really was a shame that the former model could not win by pinfall as her opponent seemed to be laid out on the canvas as Rebecca slowly got closer and would grasp Rook's legs to drag the other woman to the center of the ring.

Seeing her opponent's chest raise up and down she knew that the match was not over with and would walk towards Rook's head before crouching down. If Rook was still unable to react the French native would place one leg under her opponent's neck and hook it with her other one as she hopes to trap the other wrestler in a figure four headscissors.

If all that worked then Rebecca would feel comfortable taunting her opponent once again as she whisper ''time to tap out and lose the match Rook as you never stood a chance against me in the first place''

Still stuck in that thick, fog-like daze Rook felt herself being moved around the ring but did absolutely nothing to stop it, it was alike Rebecca was moving an inanimate doll around the squared circle. Even as the French native was setting up for the third powerful submission hold of the match the vigilante didn't fight back, her thoughts were thoroughly scrambled from that mighty kick and the pain which was constantly thumping through her face

Only with the taunting whispers of her opponent did Rook finally snap out of it, her eyes widening for a moment as she realised she had been placed into a tight figure four head-scissor, and worse still, she had done nothing to prevent it from happening. This was looking bad, and Rook knew perfectly well that she had to get out of this hold as soon as possible.

With a roar of triumph and battle Rook fought against the pain with as much might as she could muster, aggressively struggling in any fashion she could to try and get out of the infuriating hold, not at all intent on letting this bitch get away with winning.

Rebecca was expecting her opponent to tap out at any moment now as she was successful in locking another submission move on Rook. This confidence also came from the fact that it seemed that her opponent was not even trying to escape from the figure four headlock until something finally chance after she was done with taunting the other wrestler.

So when Rook would let out a roar it caused the audience to get on their feet and start to clap while chanting her opponent's name in an attempt to cheer her on. This caused the French native to try and aid more pressure on her opponent's neck while Rook would start to fight back as she could barely keep the other woman trapped as she thought to herself ''come on tap out already as your not going to escape''.

With Rebecca tightening the strength of the hold even further Rook's struggling faded for a moment and transformed itself into an awkwardly tight stillness, her entire body tensing up as she had to take a second to try and cope with the pain. After a moment or so had passed the vigilante went right back to trying to break herself free, using the uncomfortable pain as something to keep her determination and drive high.

"Shut your mouth you French tart!" Rook shot back to the best of her ability through the unending discomfort, apparently very adamant on not quitting as her seemingly ever-present struggles only increased in both consistence and ferocity. As an addition to help her escape, the vigilante brought up her hands and began aggressively pulling at her opponents tightly locked legs, seeing if that coupled with her almost mighty struggles could free her.