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

Elena's techniques were a symbol of her caution, simple, close-range, easy to maneuver grapples. The last thing she wanted was to strangle herself while trying to do the same to her opponent, especially mid-move which might backfire on her in more ways than one! Her caution seemed to have been paying off, however, her arms locked firmly around Milana's neck, choking her firmly as the darker woman as she clawed for the ropes! Hmph... A smarter idea than clawing at her arms, Elena noted, seeing that it would be a WHOLE lot easier going for a rope-break than to try and fight her way out! Slowly, Elena would try to pry her opponent back, to attempt and PULL her on top of her... her body would withdraw, her hands slipping back around her opponent's neck... ready to transition into a Camel-Clutch.... ONLY FOR HER NECK TO SUDDENLY SNAP FORWARD!

"ACK!" She gasped, Elena's eyes shooting wide... before blanking out entirely with a massive SLAM, her forehead colliding HARD with the back of Milana's head! The sudden strike and the utterly BRUTAL impact completely knocked Elena through a loop, the already exhausted red-head's grip falling away, the woman following suite by rolling right off her opponent! Elena would land hard on her back, gasping heavily, her eyes clenched shut, her hands slowly lifting up to cup her face in agony... Even though she couldn't see, she could feel the world spinning, the floor beneath her like a roulette wheel in a game-show, spinning and spinning to determine what would happen next!

...Slowly, it would come to a stop... tick by tick... and luck wouldn't favor her this day...

When Elena reached that moment where she was about to transform that choke into a camel clutch, ready to ease up on Milana's throat a tad for the sake of restricting her forward movement, the Briton made her move, using that hated leash to her advantage in a bid for freedom.

It worked better than she could have expected, with the back of her own skull having been lifted into a perfect position to serve as a hard object upon which to bonk Elena's cute face. The redhead, after smooching Milana's sweaty hair for a few seconds, fall off, and to the side, pulling on Milana's neck and basically rolling Milana on top. Still exhausted, panting heavily, the Londoner nevertheless moved quickly to try to secure her advantage.

Grabbing Elena's head, Milana would pull it up and shove it under her armpit, going for a front side headlock that strained the leash and definitely left a red mark on her neck as she pulled her foe's noggin down away from hers. Still, she felt confident she could lock it in, then, keeping their heads close to each other, she would bring one leg up and try to shove her foot into Elena's gut while bending her upper body forward, as if trying to break her in half where that foot crushed into her abs! Milana, in her tired state, couldn't think of whether or not there was a name for this maneuver—but she hoped it hurt!

Elena's loss of the high-ground was the worst mistake she could've made in this situation, handing it off to her opponent instead! With her head thoroughly rattled, Milana took her chance to regain control of this fight, keeping the pendulum known as "advantage" swinging! Locking the red-head's.... head under her arm, pulling her in close... as she wedged the flat of her boot against the former diva's stomach and PULLED!

"NNNNNGAAAH!" Elena CRIED out as Milana essentially TUGGED her into her foot harder and harder as if she intended to impale her upon it! Her heel and the ball of her foot cut DEEP into Elena's solar-plexus, preventing it from expanding! The vice around her neck blocked any inward air-flow, only allowing for the orange-clad wrestler to exhale and further drain her of exhaustion! It was like an anime-style snake with massive spines wrapping around it's prey, a huge, dull and boney blade jabbing harder and harder into her body as it further tightened it's grip! Elena's eyes clenched shut, her jaw locked just as tight! Her mind began to fuzz up and warp between the pain, her own lack of energy and her breathlessness... her world starting to go dark...

...at least until she realized she still had full use of her arms! Most submission-holds restricted their use for... obvious reasons but not Milana's... She had left them wide-open and available... HER mistake! Letting out a loud grunt, Elena curled her fingers into fists... and SLAMMED them into Milana's side! Two punches, one after another, each one plunging DEEP into her ribs, hoping to beat the vice-grip out of Milana's hold! If... if she couldn't... It might just be lights-out for her...

Milana pulled back as far as she could go, feeling bad for Elena in some corner of her mind, but not feeling so bad that she would loosen her grip and potentially sacrifice her victory. If Elena was upset with her, she could complain later, and maybe Milana would apologize, since such a stupid match was really neither of their faults.

She managed to maintain the hold, longer and longer, and could tell that Elena, unable to breathe, was starting to run on empty, her jaw working and making that chin wiggle against Milana's armpit, her insides feeling like they were churning as they reacted to the lack of oxygen. Milana was close to victory here...

Until those punches drove right into the weakest parts of her sides, making Milana cry out in pain, her grip weakening, the headlock basically dissolving as she still had Elena stretched out, foot buried in her tummy, but to a much less significant degree! Milana had realized those arms were still free, and she had known full well that it was a risk not securing them. She had hoped to be able to force a surrender out of her opponent before she was able to use them effectively, but it seemed that that hope had been dashed now as Elena punched her! "Gnngh!"

Elena punched and punched for all it was worth, her strength slowly fading with each one as the submission did it's work. Her blows would land more shallowly within Milana's sides, her arms withdrawing and expelling less and less power with each punch. Her body ached and burned, her lungs absent, and her stomach being dug at, her foe crafting a truly masterful double-edged hold that she would HAVE to replicate herself once this match was over! It was something that would serve her infinitely well in later games... especially with how AGONIZING it was to try to fight her way out of it! And fight she did... all the way to her freedom!

If Elena was able to BEAT some weakness into the girl that held her, she would attempt to PULL her head free, dismantling the lock that had forced her face against Milana's chest! In response, she would reach out, place a hand on Milana's shoulder to hold her still before cocking her other hand back, fingers curling into a massive fist and STRIKING it down hard against Milana's cheek, aiming to bring her DOWN!

...Or at least, that's what would have happened had she not been so fresh off the torture rack. No, her blow was a mere shadow of what true punches could be, the athleticism present only in the effort and not the results. If her punch slammed into Elena's opponent, it would feel more akin to a HARSH, and ugly slap, granted.... but nowhere near as cutting and damaging as a true punch should be... Her skin shimmering with sweat, her eyes drooping, barely open with exhaustion, Elena fought on in pure determination... her devotion to EARNING her keep here at AFW driving her forward!

Elena's escape attempt would take a long time to work, as those blows were just not powerful enough to force Milana to release her quickly. The Briton kept doing as much damage as she could, shaking Elena's head around under her arm to jostle her brain and disorient her a bit, while her foot kept on digging into those abs, deeper, and deeper...

...until, finally, the orange-haired wrestler was able to make good her escape. She pulled her head out of Milana's armpit, cocked her fist back, and let it fly.

The collision was not nearly as strong as it could have been, the punch maybe a tenth as strong as it would have been had Elena thrown it at the very beginning of the duel, when she was fresh. Still, it was enough to sting Milana's cheek, the Briton wincing as her upper body was still thrown backwards by the force of the blow...then jerked forwards, again, by the connected collars which still tethered her to Elena. The sudden back and forth made her feel a little bit sick to her stomach...but not nearly as much as Elena was, surely, as Milana drove her foot hard into Elena's abs one more time, before rolling to the side and trying to get back up onto her feet, dragging her foe with her if she had to!

Elena's lack-luster blow did enough to visibly effect her opponent... but not enough to put her down. If anything, it got her more motivated to fight back as, just as soon as her fist had SLAMMED into Milana's jaw, Elena got another KICK to her stomach for her trouble! The poor red-head let out a loud groan, her cheeks puffing out as she tried to catch the air that was just STRUCK out of her lungs, her darker-skinned opponent making a quick dash to her feet! Elena, being much slower after that piercing blow, was DRAGGED along with her, stumbling up to her own feet in such an untidy manner, it was embarrassing! She looked like some poor drunken girl that had stumbled out of a bar on a BAD day, her hair tossed, her skin pale and sweaty, her face like that of pain and regret... but determination to keep making that next step forward... This was her FIRST match and it was already going this poorly... If Milana could keep up this fight, she was afraid of what she was capable of next!

She had to pin her down... She had to find some way to pin her down... Slugging it out just wasn't working! Taking risks was going to have to be her new strategy because if she didn't... she was kinda doomed anyway! What else could she do!?

Weakened from Milana's attack, Elena was struggling to even stay on her feet, her legs trembling softly, her expression slightly absent as if barely hanging onto the world around her. The red-headed wrestler gritted her teeth, trying to straighten her back and PULL Milana in... but she could barely even trail behind her rival, let along take control!

"Uuuuugh...." She moaned, exhausted....

Milana was in the lead, she thought, after really digging her heel into Elena's belly and leaving her the staggered, hunched-over, sweaty mess that currently swayed before her.

Milana was also dead tired and just wanted to finish this match off.

She felt like she could spare the energy for a few more punches to the noggin, and it seemed as though that was all it would take to make Elena collapse at last. Then Milana could let the ref count to ten and finally get this goddamned collar off.

Elena actually started trying to take control of the situation, though, as she arched her back and used the incredibly close connection the two shared, neck to neck, to drag Milana towards her! It wasn't very coordinated, but Milana, tired as she was, just had to stumble along, smacking into her opponent again, their overheated bodies pressing against each other again, making Milana feel even more infuriatingly hot than she already did. "Uuuuurgh..."

She would steer into the skid, swinging her arms forward, wrapping them around Elena, clasping her hands together behind her foe's back. Then, with as much strength as she could afford to use, she gave the redhead a powerful squeeze, trying to use this bearhug to finally break Elena's will! "Time...to give in..." she groaned. "You...don't have anything left."

When Elena inevitably would look back on this match, when she would watch the recording to see how she could do better... the first thing she would look at is how utterly stupid it was for her to just accept any old match she was offered... Damn collar... It made not just her, but her opponent look like an idiot! THEY WERE BOUNCING AROUND OFF EACH OTHER LIKE THIS WAS SOME KIND OF STUPID HENTAI MATCH! As Elena was pulled to her feet, Milana came RIGHT back in being tugged by her momentum, their bodies crashing and grinding together with as much elegance and dexterity of two sleepwalkers running into each other! What frustrated her EVEN MORE... what what she was fucking feeling beyond her exhaustion, this vague sense of attraction feeling her breasts and body mash and grind against this girl's...

JUST WHAT SHE NEEDED... MORE REASONS TO BE EMBARRASSED SHE ACCEPTED THIS FIGHT... God, she was going to avoid the TV for days after this lest they start showing re-runs of this fight... She felt like an idiot...

Elena didn't have the strength to punch or hit or brawl with Milana, not so soon after being pulled to her feet. Considering she wasn't being slugged all over... it didn't seem Milana was either. She had to admit... it was something of a minor miracle she was able to keep pace with her opponent as well as she was... especially since her energy was just about completely depleted! The only thought she had, with how close they were... was to wrap her arms around Milana's waist, lock her hands together... and SQUEEZE, to try and force a submission out of her!

"GGGGH!" She groaned as her dark-skinned rival did the exact same, Elena's jaw clenched, her eyes fierce, leaning into Milana's space and pressing her throbbing forehead against hers! "You.... You.... wish! I won't... lose!"

Strength was starting to come at a premium. It was obvious this match was nearing its end, having gone on for what simultaneously felt like hardly any time at all and an arduous, neverending slog. The damn collar was to blame for all of that, of course, turning what could have been a technical, flexible showdown between two athletes into a game of Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots. Milana had never been in a match quite like this before, and after this was over, she doubted she would ever accept one again. She was even now starting to question her own sanity when it came to accepting this one in the first place—she should have enough cache, know enough highly-regarded people, to get out of something like this...

Milana's bearhug was clearly the best move in this situation. And that was likely why her opponent thought of it at the exact same time she did, their arms closing around each other like two boa constrictors both going for the final kill! Milana's jaw tightened, her teeth grit, and she stared steely-eyed at Elena, refusing to give in, shoving her sweat-drenched forehead against her foe's, pulling her arms tighter and tighter around Elena's midsection! "NGGGG!" she groaned, trying desperately to ward off agony. "I...won't lose...either...! Give in...already!"