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

Another deadlock... It seemed to be the only way the two of them could fight! Their power completely canceled out one another, their strength GRINDING to a bloody aggravating halt, the two girls struggling in the center as they desperately tried to overwhelm the other! Coating in sweat, the two women PUSHED and shoved, Elena doing her best to hold off her opponent... while she did the same! Milana DEMANDED that Elena give in, that she would go down... Only for the red-head to glare back at her in defiance as the tips of their noses touched! No matter how hard they shoved, no matter how much energy Elena put into this... She couldn't make any more dents in this stalemate and she could feel her energy starting to go fast! For every moment she struggled with Milana, it was another moment she could feel her body start to slack, her energy start to go...

"N...NO! I WON'T!" Elena roared, putting everything she had left into one final PUSH! She'd step into Milana, trying to push her DOWN to the floor with one last mighty SHOVE, pressing in closer to her than ever before! It was all or nothing... If she couldn't get the advantage here... She'd be done, out of it, on the floor just trying to recover for the rest of the fight! This one last maneuver would determine the outcome of this fight...

...An outcome written right at the start.

If they weren't attached to each other by this damn leash, Milana could think of plenty of ways to break this stalemate. She could slip behind her opponent as Elena pushed forward, and put her in an abdominal stretch or a full nelson. She could go low and scoop Elena up onto her shoulders for a torture rack. She could even piledrive Elena into the canvas and then go for some grueling, torturous, twisting hold...but if she tried any of that right now, her own neck would be wrenched around so far it would feel like a slinky!

Milana couldn't just keep pushing into her opponent like this forever. She would eventually run out of energy, and she could tell that that was coming soon. The stream of sweat pouring down her body was just about to swallow her up, soaking into her and slowing every single movement to a crawl. She was already going all-out, but, as her opponent once again refused to back down, Milana would scrunch up her face, steel herself, and then suddenly throw all her weight forward, as hard as she possibly could, for as long as she possibly could, until, at last, she felt all the fight drain out of her body...

...and, together with the similarly-drained, still-totally-stalemated Elena, she collapsed down onto the floor, her arms falling to her sides, her chin falling onto Elena's shoulder, her chest heaving as she desperately sucked in air!

"D-damn...no...uuugh..."

"H....how.....?" Elena moaned, the two girls collapsing in on each other, having drained themselves to the point of collapse! Elena's head rested upon Milana's shoulder as her head did hers, their chests mashing and grinding as they took in breath after breath, their sweat-coated, well-endowed forms pressed lightly together as they leaned together for support! Elena's eyes drooped heavily as she desperately tried to regain her breath, her arms wrapped limply around Milana's waist/lower back in further efforts to stay kneeling... Her body was so heavy, her muscles completely failing her, energy reserves depleted...

"How can we be.... so equal...?" Elena asked, her question directed at both her opponent... and herself! She... she had to be stronger than this, right...? Brute power wasn't her specialty or anything... but... She HAD to have some kind of edge here! There was, like, no way Milana was her equal too... What were the odds of there being two girls who could match her in almost every way!? And yet here they were... Both unable to overcome the other... both completely drained with only the tiniest scraps of energy left within their bodies... She knew her fights here weren't going to be easy... that this place was much bigger and more... seasoned than the fledgling wrestling federation of Berserk... But WOW... Elena would've never thought it would be this hard!

"D....Don't..... Don't think... this is over....." Elena gasped, leaning back so that she could glare into the eyes of her equal... her RIVAL! She couldn't grapple her... Between the damn collar and their equal strength, it wouldn't accomplish more than getting them both hurt... Instead, she cocked back a fist... and THREW it hard at her foe's jaw, hoping to knock her on her back... so that Elena could exploit her downed position for a submission!

"It's..." Milana began, then found she had to suck in another big gulp of air before she could continue speaking. This match was frustrating to no end. Elena was obviously a fine competitor, and the two of them were close in strength, but the match should have been very different than this. There was one very good—or, rather, very stupid—reason that the two of them were totally unable to overcome each other, one way or the other.

"It's just...the damn...collars..." Milana growled, still gasping after every breath, her chin still rolling around on Elena's shoulder as she recovered, her own arms draped loosely around Elena's hips. She was finally starting to recover after this latest collapse, though she still felt disgusting, covered in sweat, practically choked by the collar, overheating as the proximity between herself and Elena caused them to share body heat. "I would...have you...in a bloody sharpshooter by now...if I could just get into position..."

Not that she thought Elena was weak, but if they weren't forced to go head to head, body to body repeatedly, without any strategy, they would not be in this situation.

As Elena peeled away, Milana would lift her head as well, glaring into Elena's eyes. As the orange-haired girl cocked a fist back, Milana would do the same, not about to let her opponent get in a free shot without taking one in exchange. "Don't worry...it's not close to over..." she growled, before she launched a hook right at Elena's jaw, feeling one smash into hers at the same time! It rocked her head back, and she might have fallen down—if the damn leash hadn't suddenly snapped taut and yanked her back upwards to face Elena again. At which point she would throw as hard an uppercut as she could muster at her opponent's chin!

Elena couldn't tell if Milana was confident... or down-right arrogant in her abilities... She declared that the ONLY reason that they were in this position right now was because of these collars... which was TRUE... but what she said next URKED the young-readhead! It was a promise that if they had been left to fight normally... without this collar being a pain in their necks, she would've had her in one of the most painful submissions out there! Elena GLARED daggers back at her darker counterpart upon this utterly FALSE declaration reaching her ears, the former Berserk wrestler gritting her teeth and shoving back with such force, her chest was practically CRUSHED against Milana's! She didn't think her opponent was anywhere CLOSE to a pushover... but if her binds were cut, she would've had this girl in so many different holds, she'd need to rewatch the footage of the fight just to count them all!

"You'd be.... in an octopus hold... actually!" Elena fired back before putting ALL HER ENERGY into one final push... that left both women so exhausted... they fell to their knees once again... Energy completely depleted, their arms wrapped loosely around one another for any semblance of support, their foreheads resting on each other's shoulders as they leaned into one another... encroaching on the territory of their limits once again...

...and such crimes had consequences.

Elena felt more exhausted than she EVER had... Even after taking that back-flip kick of Sakura's TWICE in one match... She'd never had to flex her raw strength like this before in a battle... And Milana was determined to take her to hell and back! The former Blue panther CRACKED a punch across Milana's jaw... only for one to be delivered at exactly the same time, fist HAMMERING into her cheek, FORCING her head to snap to the side... before SHOOTING back as the taught rope around their necks JERKED them together before they could fall too far!

Elena gagged, disgusted, one hand shooting up to clutch at the vice around her throat, the other RIPPING up along Milana's top... possibly even against her cleavage as an uppercut SHOT into her jaw... and Milana, seemingly mirroring Elena in almost every respect, returned the blow in kind! Elena's head shot up, her blue eyes big and wide, shocked... very nearly lifted out of her kneeling stance by the force of the punch! Grunting, her head spinning, her focus deteriorated, Elena would throw a WILD punch right into Milana's stomach, aiming to leave her breathless and broken...

Elena's glare told Milana she didn't like the idea of being put in a sharpshooter. Well, no one did, but that didn't mean Milana would avoid it. She was a professional here, and she would do whatever was within her power and within the scope of the rules in order to win the match. She just wished she could think of more holds that she could pull off while tethered together like this!

"Not likely..." she growled back, as Elena suggested she would have her in an octopus hold, just as the two of them expended the last of their pushing strength and collapsed onto the canvas again, hanging onto each other while their burning muscles tried desperately to recover from this latest stalemate. This match was so DAMNED stupid!

And it was evidently making the two submissions-focused girls the same kind of stupid, as they started synchronizing punches that cracked each other's jaws and sent spit flying from faces as they turned skyward. Milana really did not care that much for fistfights, but she was going to do what she had to do to finish Elena off before the orange-haired girl could do the same to her! In such close quarters, she had no choice other than to pull her fist back one more time, barely able to aim, then launch it right into Elena's gut, trying to leave her completely breathless...

...while Elena's fist slammed into her stomach at the same time, Milana's eyes opening wide, more spittle flying as she tottered, shook, then, finally, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed against Elena, almost totally out of it as her chin rested on her opponent's shoulder, arms hanging limply at her sides!

Elena didn't even have time to relish the connection of her fist with Milana's stomach as her own suddenly decompressed with a MASSIVE impact! Milana mirrored her punch in both timing and power, the former Blue Panther letting out a deep, sickening gag as all the air was EXPELLED from her lips! Spittle escaped from between them, her energy depleting at a soul-crushing rate, her arms falling limply by her sides as she fell forward into Milana... and she into her. The orange-haired beauty's deep blue eyes fluttered weakly as her cheek pressed against her opponent's shoulder, small streams of spittle rolling over her chin as she desperately sucked in air to replace what she'd lost! Her stomach was in knots, her head in an aching prison, her mind in throbbing limbo... She didn't even have the energy to feel FRUSTRATED at her own lack of options... only enough to try and work through her weakness and get back into fighting shape! She was vaguely aware of how her breasts rubbed and mashed against Milana's, how close they leaned in together, using the other for support. A soft blush flashed across her cheeks, a mix of exhaustion and shyness, her gaze slowly hardening as more of her faculties returned to her grasp.

...If things kept going like this... neither of them were going to get ANYWHERE! A double-knockout was assured, could see it now... With this stupid collar on, all they'd do is beat on each other until their bodies couldn't take it anymore and they both collapsed in a stupid double-knockout! Neither of them had tried any kind of submission on the other yet... Elena because she was sure there wasn't enough room between them to do anything... and likely Milana feeling the same...
But what if there was?

Elena's gaze flicked down to the collar around her neck and the little elastic rope tying it to Milana's... If she could just...

...She had to try something else.

Letting out a soft grunt Elena would wrap her arms around Milana, quickly SHOOTING up to her feet! Elena would SHOOT back, intending to THROW Milana over her in a MASSIVE suplex... to try something new... to catch her off guard!

Milana was just tired of this. So, so, so, SO very tired of this. She didn't like the fact that she and her opponent kept on using the same maneuvers at the same time, and that their endurance seemed to be roughly equal. It was just bashing her head against a wall that was bashing back, leaving her drooling, panting, and red-faced as she desperately wracked her brain for some other option to turn the tables.

There were submission moves that could be done while their heads remained this close. Not good ones, mind, and one mistake meant that her neck would be yanked about three feet out of alignment. But right now, as her gut ached, and her chest heaved into her opponent's, and her head was still ringing after that stupid headbutting thing from a few minutes ago, she really, truly wanted to think of something good...

Elena got to it first, as, suddenly a little extra spry, she wrapped her arms around Milana, pulled her up into the air, and then flipped her back down, head first, onto the canvas, making Milana shriek as her shoulders came down hard onto the ring surface, sending shakes all through her body, unable to contain herself as the orange-haired girl finally gained the upper hand! "AAAAANNNNHH!"

SUCCESS!

Elena wasn't the kind to doubt herself, but she wasn't ashamed to admit that she had been expecting some kind of throat-strangling force to prevent her attack from going through! Not this time... and Milana had taken her attack dead on. Who was ahead now was no longer in debate, the former Diva rolling off to the side and letting her arms slip away to allow Milana to fall with her! The time to seize the moment was now... The time to steal this fight from Milana! Perhaps all that struggling at the start wasn't for nothing after all... just so Elena could steal the match from her now! They had both been exhausted, brought to each other's knees by the clashes of their strength...

...No more.

Should Milana stay down after being SLAMMED into the canvas, Elena would slip behind her foe, locking her arms under her chin against her throat, attempting to put her in a common sleeper hold! The rope would prevent her from leaning back too far, her face pressed tightly within her opponent's hair... revealing the surprising softness of it. Huh... She didn't think a girl like her would care too much about... well... girly things like that... Maybe she could get the brand-name of the shampoo she uses after this...? Whatever. now wasn't the time for it! Elena tightened and tightened her arm around her neck like a snake constricting it's prey...

"What's wrong...? Out of breath?" Elena remarked with a breathless snicker of her own!

For an instant, Milana actually found herself wishing that this leash was even shorter.

Short enough to prevent Elena from getting behind her like that at all. Short enough that even if she did try she would wrench her own neck out of alignment as punishment!

She knew that that would have just made things even worse, overall. She didn't want to shoot her hand to spite her face. She would get back on top soon, and she would make Elena pay for all of this. She just had to scheme, figure out the best way to take down her foe, after enduring whatever it was the cute girl was going to throw at her. As it turned out, it was a fairly simple, yet effective, sleeper hold, arms constricting around Milana's throat, tightening and cutting off air to her lungs!

"Gnh...!" she grunted, as her opponent even saw fit to taunt her, that face buried in Milana's short, fluffy, dark hair. She didn't waste time trying to fight her way free, beginning to grab at the canvas and claw her way forward towards the ropes, aiming to force a break. But that's not all she would do. She would let Elena pull her neck back as far as she could, then, Milana would aim to suddenly throw her weight forward, head first, trying to pull the leash taut and give Elena's neck a surprising tug!