Elena Miyazawa vs Milana: Bound-Collar/Condition Match!

Luckily for Elena, Milana seemed to match her in everything so far, the other woman collasping to her knees just as she did, the two girls sweaty and gasping from their utterly fruitless and eventually pointless test of strength! Of course... that wouldn't have been NECESSARY if Elena didn't have this damn collar tied around her neck! It was almost... ALMOST like the management of AFW had planned this out in advance, to have her practically tied to this girl to prevent her using any viable submissions! It was like some sort of perverse and perverted test to see if she was had any SKILL in the other forms of wrestling... namely striking and powerhouse. She couldn't jump more than a FOOT without being dragged back down to earth... She couldn't use her agility worth a damn unless that meant hitting Milana faster than she could reciprocate...

And all this frustration was PARTLY why she was glaring at her opponent so viciously! She knew this wasn't her fault... probably. After all, she looked almost as frustrated with this damn thing tying them together as SHE WAS... but she wasn't going to escape blame simply because she didn't tie the collar! Milana was just SO STUBBORN! She fought her every moment of that test-of-strength and now they were all worn out, sweaty and gross... with NOTHING to show for it! Now they were both at square ZERO....

Milana reached out... and SHOVED at Elena, her hands pushing off the orange-clad wrestler's shoulders, very well almost pushing her on her butt! Barely able to shoot back a hand to catch herself before she fell, Elena winced as Milana practically fell with her, almost dragging the other girl on top of her! Damn collar... making this just a big cluster of stupid... WELL! Elena wouldn't let this go unanswered!

"...F...fall, you!" Elena growled, cocking back a fist... and shooting it UP into Milana's solar plexus, hoping to take what little wind was left in her lungs OUT and leave her breathless!

What Milana wouldn't give for even one more inch on this leash. One more inch, and she thought she just might be able to slide around behind the other girl, twist the collar around that pale neck around to face backwards, and lock in a full nelson. It was simple, so simple Milana would usually only use it for a few seconds as she transitioned her opponent into something more painful. But she would kill for even that much in this match. She would lock that full nelson in on her sweaty, panting opponent and wrench the girl's arms up until she was squealing her submission.

Instead of getting so frustrated that she just shoved her opponent, as hard as she could, like a schoolgirl trying to pick a fight with a classmate. She knew Elena was kind of a victim of management here, too, but it wasn't like she was completely innocent in this! Milana drew in a deep breath, gathering her strength in preparation for her next real move.

Elena moved first, her fist smashing into Milana's solar plexus, Milana's eyes widening as her body jerked backwards, surprised by the brutal punch, dragging Elena with her as she nearly fell back, but then hunched forward, one hand on her belly. "F-fuck...I'll get you..."

Elena's fist DROVE home into her opponent's dark, sweaty belly, cutting DEEP into Milana's core! A small smile crept up Elena's lips as she watched her foe gasp in pain... but that smile QUICKLY disappeared as she was JERKED back with the motion of Milana's recoil, Elena's hands waving WILDLY before shooting out, GRABBING at her foe's shoulders in some attempt at stability! Luckily, Milana managed to get a hold of herself and PULL Herself back before she took them BOTH down, the girl HUNCHING over in pain with Elena quickly pulling back... the blush upon her face flashing just a bit brighter! Had they For a moment, just a moment, Elena had clung to this girl like a high-schooler might to her date after tripping into her arms! So embarassing and vulnerable... JUST after landing a strong punch too!

Curse this collar... CURSE it to HELL!

"N...Not today.... You won't!" Elena fired back... in both word and fist! After a GRUELING test of strength that went on WAY longer than it should have, the orange-haired fighter had finally gained a notable advantage and DAMN IT if she wasn't going to milk it for everything it was worth!

"HAH!" Elena roared, BRINGING her fist AROUND in a NASTY hook at her opponent's cheek, sweat spraying from her own brow and body, her buxom chest rising and falling with each heavy gasp, bouncing in their top!

Milana almost fell back before she was able to steady herself—with some small amount of "help" from her opponent, who had been jerked forward harshly by the collar connecting them and had subsequently yanked hard on Milana's body to try to get back into a more comfortable, upright position. Milana couldn't be comfortable in any position, of course, for these next few seconds, as she nursed her poor, bruised belly, breathing deeply and preparing a counterattack.

Before she could counter, though, there was a second wave she had to deal with.

"F-fuu..." Milana groaned, trying to respond to her opponent, before that second punch smashed into her cheek like a meteorite, making Milana cry out again in pain, sweat spraying from her face, as she swung hard to the side, slumping over, most certainly dragging her foe along with her as her face went all the way down onto the canvas!

There she laid, for several seconds, panting, groaning...but still gathering her energy...and, when she was ready, she would jerk her head up, grab onto the leash, and then give it as hard a pull as she could, trying to pull Elena's face forward—adding extra force to the hard, brutal right hook that Milana threw in response to her foe's latest attack!

Elena's fist DROVE into her rival's cheek, distorting her face ever so slightly as she SLAMMED IT to the side, the red-head FORCED to move with her almost as if they were tied at the neck or something! Elena gasped, being jerked with the motion of her opponent, the Berserk fighter very nearly STUMBLING over herself and falling flat on her face with how suddenly she was pulled... Okay... She was starting to get MAD... She couldn't even PUNCH this girl without being thrown around after her!? How the hell were they supposed to do ANYTHING if she was...

"URK!?" Milana didn't just lean over from the punch... she FELL over to the GROUND with Elena pulled down with her! She was practically choked with the full weight of another woman DRAGGING her down! Her lips curled into an annoyed growl, Elena PUSHED against the floor with her hands, getting her body off it just a bit... her breasts still dragging the floor as Milana took her SWEET time to recover! Huffing and puffing on the floor, there wasn't much Elena could do but the same, her own sweat rolling down off her body, one eye clenched shut from the strain of nearly being strangled as, Elena clawing at the collar that hug around her neck!

...It suddenly felt very tight... why in the...

"GAH.... EERRHH!!! Milana suddenly SHOT up from the floor, DRAGGING Elena with her... before PULLING her in by her side of the collar, RIGHT into a POWERFUL punch! Her baby blue eyes shot WIDE as Milana's fist SMASHED into her jaw! Sweat BLASTED from the woman's body and spittle from her lips, the former diva falling HARD on the ground in a heap, her chest rising and falling, bouncing heavily as she gasped for breath, a hand limply rising up to cradle her struck cheek....

"D...damn it...." She gasped, barely managing to open an eye, glaring at her rival.... "Damn this match...."

At least, when Milana got punched and ended up getting thrown to the side, the connected collars painfully dragged Elena with her. That would prevent this rusty-haired girl from gaining any kind of significant advantage over her. Though it did mean that when Milana fought back, she needed to come up with new tactics to prevent that same fate from befalling her.

That was partially what she decided to do. She also just wanted to yank her opponent around a little bit by the neck, to punish her for being a part of such a stupid idea for a match! Even if she wasn't the one who came up with the idea, she was still going along with it, and, hell, Milana had to take her anger out on someone. If she had to, she would apologize later. But right now it was time for action, as she grabbed that leash, yanked it hard, and dragged the other girl across the canvas right into a devastating sucker punch!

Elena collapsed, and Milana was dragged forward, too, her body falling partially on top of Elena's, their their chests pressing together again and one of Milana's legs falling across one of her opponent's. Milana was still panting, mouth open, not fully recovered from the two punches she took, but recovered enough to keep on beating on her opponent. "I hate it, too..." she growled, as Elena cursed the match and this stupid leash. "So just stay down, then, and I'll polish you off..."

Quickly, not intending to give Elena time to react, Milana cocked her fist back again, then drove it as hard as she could down into Elena's solar plexus, trying to deal some real damage with her foe laying down on the canvas, forced to take the full impact of the blow without even the ability to stagger back!

Elena collapsing on the floor inevitably brought her opponent down with her, Milana COLLAPSING on top of her in a semi-even fashion, the two girls gasping and heaving... practically now STUCK together, the former Diva's chest rippling as Milana pulled themselves apart! Elena could feel her body overheating from the exertion, from having her body trained to this point so early in the fight... Ugh... She DESPISED THIS! A lack of mobility was ONE thing but this was just stupid! All they could do was slug each other out, it felt like, and Elena wasn't even confident that she could out-punch this one!

She may or may not have muttered something to the effect of "screw this" and, to her surprise, Milana seemed to share that sentiment. Blinking, Elena glanced up at Milana, wincing as sweat dribbled down her chin and onto her face, the expression of the other woman just as exasperated and frustrated as her... but not in the least bit friendly. Despite them sharing some common ground, she wasn't just about to give the fight over to Elena... and proved it with a downright BRUTAL punch deep into the orange-favoring wrestler's solar-plexus!

"GAH!" She coughed, hands SHOOTING too her poor, wounded belly, air BLASTING out of her lips prehaps even splattering Milana's face if she got too close! Elena's eyes clenched shut, her body shivering from the force, gravity working it's perverse, unaligned magic for her foe... Her teeth gritted, her blood boiled, the thought of her losing her first match in the AFW...

"NO!" She cried, GRABBING at Milana's side of the collar now, JERKING it down while Elena pulled up, SLAMMING their heads together in an utterly BRUTAL headbutt!

It had become perfectly clear to Milana that her opponent had not been consulted on the match type, either, and that neither of them were having a very good time with this rather extreme handicap limiting their preferred techniques. But Milana wasn't going to play nice just because of that. She wanted to finish this match quickly, and she was well on her way to doing so as she landed that punch to Elena's solar plexus, forcing all of the air out of her opponent's lungs, leaving her trembling and practically immobile on the canvas!

Milana pulled her fist back for another punch, but her opponent suddenly came to life, grabbing Milana's collar, pulling down on it as hard as she could, swinging her head upward at the same time to bring their two skulls together with impressive force! Milana let out a harsh shriek, seeing stars, her head rolling on her shoulders as she slumped down slightly against her foe, pressed together forehead to forehead, nose to nose, feeling rather vulnerable right now...

She was not about to let herself be taken advantage of while she was on top! "NO!" she yelled right back, as she grabbed Elena's collar and pulled up on it, while at the same time letting her dizzy head drop down to return the headbutting favor! TWO could play at that game!

Elena's skull BASHED into Milana's and INSTANTLY, Elena regretted this brash and impulsive attack! Her brain, already deprived of the oxygen it needed to stay... you know... FUNCTIONING, just took a MASSIVE impact that took both girls right down to the floor, Elena hopelessly flopping out underneath her foe... and Milana on top, not doing much better! Their breasts ground against one another as they took breath after breath, bruised forehead to bruised forehead, the girls seemed to almost BOTH be incapacitated... this match seemingly ended before it had even begun!

...And all because of a stupid leash tying them together...

...Not yet, it wasn't! Elena groaned softly, her hands slipping up along the sides of her opponent, trying to find something she could grab to PUSH her off... She knew she couldn't just shove her far without being taken with her... but... but if she could just get on top....

The former Berserker's blue eyes fluttered open, her lips curled downward in an exasperated frown, her hands slipping in between their shoulders and PUSHING up... trying to put some distance between them... But such a motion seemed to awaken Milana! Giving Elena a hard NO, she SLAMMED her equally hard head INTO the red-headed wrestler's! Elena's eyes SHOOTING WIDE as an equally devastating CRACK echoed through her skull, her rival BEATING into her with an attack that left her... weak... Letting out a soft moan, Elena fell back... seemingly going to collapse back to the floor... before SUDDENLY shooting back, her eyes focused, determined, her head SHOOTING at Milana's once more, aiming to defeat her with one last, mighty headbutt!

She had to.... or she might just end up being knocked out herself!

This match was quickly turning into a train wreck. The sooner it ended, Milana decided, the better, and after Elena hit her with that headbutt, making Milana's head ring and almost definitely hurting her own in the process, Milana knew that the girl with the orange-ish hair had created a weak spot on herself which could be exploited, so she immediately swung her head downward, trying to finish Elena off, to knock her out, to finally put an end to this farce.

It was a stupid decision. Milana much preferred to use submissions than blunt force, and she had essentially never used a headbutt before in her life, knowing how easy it was to get it wrong, knowing how much it would hurt her even if she did it right. Elena's head slammed into the canvas, Milana's forehead pressed down on top of her, and the Briton wished she had chosen to do something else, as her vision blurred and she felt her head slip off to the side, taking an effort of will to be pulled back up and separated from its counterpart.

At this point, both of them were probably moving slower than they thought, but for Milana, all she noticed was her opponent's head pressing back against the floor, the muscles in her neck tightening, obviously ready for another headbutt. Well, fuck, Milana thought bitterly, as she pulled her head back quickly and then dropped it down, right as Elena's came up, this hit probably orders of magnitude weaker than the first two, but feeling plenty painful as Milana let out a sharp cry of pain as her body momentarily collapsed across her opponents, pressing together from feet to bellies to chests, and on up to...