Submission Match: "Major" Millie Walker vs. La Avispa Negra II

Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Force your opponent to tap out

Millie Walker:

If Millie noticed the crowd cheering for her as she marched down to the ring, she certainly didn't make any acknowledgement of it. The Brit emerged onto the ramp as her theme blasted through the arena, looking forwards with her usual blank expression as she stepped with military precision, looking like she was on parade back in jolly ol' England with her scarlet uniform.

She was ready for this. She was sore all over, the lingering effects of her previous match, but she was ready for this.

Any embarrassment or humiliation she might have felt from her match with Murakumo was gone from her head. She was here for this match, and she was here to win. That's all there was to it.

Arriving at the edge of the ring, Millie grabbed hold of the side and leaped up, climbing over the ropes in a single, fluid motion. She wasted no time with waving to her fans, or the crowd in general, and instead marched straight to her corner without a distraction, climbing up the turnbuckle and staring out at the assembled crowd before her. She'd wait a moment, then snap off a crisp, clean salute, letting the cheers wash over her before dropping back down to the canvas as her theme faded.

As her opponent's theme began, Millie turned on her heel and stared up at the entrance with a blank gaze while she crossed her arms and silently waited.

Avispa:

La Avispa Negra  hadn't been with the AFW for long. There was a few matches, jobbers, small signings, and a photo shoot for a farewell promotion back home, but not for some had she been in a match, until tonight. Tonight was her time to shine. She waited backstage for her music to come on and then proceeded to go on stage. Once on stage, she'd spin around, arms out as a light sprinkle of sparks fell down behind her. Never once smiling.

"NOW ENTERING THE RING, FROM SAN JOSE PUERTO RICO. THE WASP, LA AVISPA NEGRA II!!!"

Down the ramp and to the ring, she climbed over the middle rope. She then beat a hand to her chest as she climbed up a turn buckle and pointed up ritualistically to the sky. A salute to the original Avispa, one of the few things she really did honor at all, before hopping back down to the mat and facing her opponent with a snarl.

Millie watched her opponent's entrance in complete silence. Most of the girls she'd faced off against so far had come down to the ring beaming, all smiles and waves, or just looked terrified at the sight of her. She could already tell that this was going to be a very different kind of match. La Avispa Negra never once smile, didn't wave, didn't laugh, didn't offer out a hand as a gesture of goodwill.

She watched as La Avispa climbed the turnbuckle and pointed to the sky, then as she dropped down and snarled.

So, it was going to be that kind of match.

Slowly, Millie would approach the centre of the ring, watching her opponent cautiously. Then, before the bell rang, she would silently extend a hand as an offering, staring at La Avispa with that blank gaze of hers to see what the luchadora would do.

Avispa silent walks across the ring and in a show of things that are truly the only honorable things she ever does, she shook hands with Millie, if not a bit roughly, staring with a grimace in her face. She was very much a business oriented kind of women, one whose business was beating peoples faces and slamming them down on a mat. With a final rough shake, she departed, moving back a bit into a wrestling stance typical of a luchadora.

"Good luck," she would say in her set stance.

As soon as the bell would ring she would pace around the ring with her back to the ropes, keeping her wrestler stance before going into a grapple with uniformed woman before her.

Millie stared into Avispa's eyes without changing her emotion, tightening her grip around the Puerto Rican's hand as they roughly shook. The way the luchadora was acting, the Brit figured that her opponent was trying to either intimidate her, or was just a rather rough individual. Either way, the Brit wasn't about to show any reaction what-so-ever to Avispa's actions. Stiff upper lip and all that.

"You too." Millie replied, falling back and taking up a defensive stance.

As the bell rang, the Brit silently swore to herself as she saw the Peurto Rican rushing in for a grapple, which had to be her weakest department. Millie pushed against Avispa with everything she had as she was pulled into the grapple, grabbing at the luchadora's arms and trying to fend off any holds she might throw out.

Avispa Negra locked into the grapple with Millie, pushing only somewhat back, just enough to give resistance. Using the force of her opponents push back, sh'ed slip her hands to Millie's right arm and perform an wrench on it,  twisting it over
behind her back. Avispa then would twist it over again, moving to the front and kicking her down in the stomach to double her over. With a cruel smile, she'd then slam a vicious chop to the affected shoulder to inflict as much pain as she possibly could, repeating until just going back to the arm wrench behind her back.

Suddenly the Hispanic woman would wrap an arm around just in place to perform a suplex with all her might.

Millie grunted as she felt Avispa wrench her arm, then twist it over her to her back. The Briton gritted her teeth as the Puerto Rican twisted her arm over again and kicked her in the stomach. Millie grunted, falling down to a knee before Avispa's chop landed on her shoulder, causing the former pilot to cough out in pain, spit flying out as she took the hit.

It didn't look like the luchadora had any intention of giving her a break either, as Avispa wrenched her arm around once more, then grabbed her into a suplex. A familiar spike of pain shot through her shoulders and back again, bringing the aches of her previous match back, causing Millie to wince in pain and grit her teeth.

But, this was a new day and Millie wasn't going to go down in the opening salvos of the match. She immediately threw an elbow back at the Hipsanic woman, trying to get her grip loose and roll away from the luchadora. If she escaped, the Briton would jump to her feet, turning to face Avispa, trying to keep an eye on the other woman.

Avispa grinned slamming Millie down onto the mat. She seemed to take some liking to causing her pain. She was to try to do it again, trying to pic up Millie again to go into a second suplex, but found once she had gotten up a elbow slamming into her face, raw red pain blooming through her tan face. She let go of the uniformed woman with a groan and backed off, although more like stumbling back to lean on the opposite ropes. She clutched her face, trying to reorient herself for the match. This leaving herself open for an attack.

Once Millie saw her opponent stumble backwards, red faced and wounded, the Brit would waste no time in moving on to her next move. Stepping backwards as fast as she could, the Briton would move to the ropes closest to her and fling herself into them, using the momentum to move towards the luchadora in a sprint.

Once she came close enough, Millie would then launch herself into the air, throwing herself at her opponent as she attempted to carry out a Lou Thesz Press on Avispa. If she managed to make contact, she would try to ride the Puerto Rican down to the canvas, and would attempt to throw several punches at her foe's already wounded face.

Avispa had little time to brace before she was taken down and straddled to the ground. She had tried to move out of the way but her opponent had been to fast for her, a costly mistake, soon finding herself on the receiving end of several punches that landed hard against her cheek. She managed hastily to bring up her arms in self defense, trying to kick out of the straddle and escape, finding such somewhat fruitless. She was now cornered, but that didn't mean she had a few tricks up her sleeve. A wasp is dangerous cornered.