High Stakes! High Risk! High Reward! (Estela vs Aisha)

Estela groaned and moaned as she was caught in the STF, being pulled back in painful fashion as Aisha's arm remained locked around her head. She held out as long as she could, reaching out to the ladder before shew as finally released from the hold, flopping onto the mat as she panted out in exhaustion. Sweat was pouring out from every inch of her body as she panted into the mat, laying stomach first in excruciating pain as she recovered on the mat.

Aisha rolled over, the time keeper had been keeping track of the match, having gone for some time now. An official or two were wondering how long such could continue before they had to call it and the reward inside the briefcase was null. That was money, good money, her mind and soul longing for it but her body saying no.

Laborers breath and sluggish movement and bit by bit she rose from the mat, watching Estella, her opponent, her fellow wrestler with respect for how long the two both held out. But only one could win as with a few stumbles she went to the ladder, trying to find balance as her weakened state searched for the first rung.

Estela continued to pull herself towards the ladder, losing would've been bad but a draw would mean that this entire fight was going to amount to nothing. Estela wasn't here for free dammit, especially not after the amount of effort she had already put into winning this prize money! Aisha was ahead of her, if only by a bit as her opponent had made it towards the ladder and was seconds away from beginning her climb.

The green haired girl would begin to pull herself, dragging her bruised and battered body towards the ladder as she tried to catch up, pulling herself at a slow rate!