Sonic Boom vs Bangarang

"Come on Julia! Kick out! KICK OUT!" Alaina shouted as Julia had narrowly avoided being pinned at the hands of the effective, painful offense of the team against them. Bangarang was showing what it was capable of and Alaina certainly took note.

However she leaned in, bouncing on the rope as she reached knowing that if Julia didn't tag her in soon things could be ugly! "Come on Julia, get me in there!" Alaina shouted to her teammate as she leaned in, hoping Julia would be able to make it over to her corner.

A bit of tandem offense was always fun, especially when she got to be the one to go for the pin. Aside from the joy of picking up the big W for the team, she was just come of the position itself. Well yes, Ellie had asked her to behave given who their opponents were, that didn't mean she couldn't derive a bit of extra pleasure. Out of grinding herself down atop Julia for a snug little pin. Taking down a big name would have been an unexpected first.

When Lyla was bucked up though, it didn't come as a surprise. The match was still young, a d while Julia had just taken a few hard bumps, someone of her reputation needed something special to put her away. That was fine, she could have more fun with the cowgirl while she was feeling from taking Bangarang's momentum new on.

The pink haired lass was quick to roll herself off Julia, keeping her arms pressed down over the woman to limit her mobility and keep her in place as she glided up towards the other woman's head. Rising to a crouch, she quickly lifted the veterans shoulders, trying to bring her upper body upright while leaving her seated on the mat.

Reaching past Julia's head, her fingers would interlace themselves, pulling back hard under the woman's chin to crank neck and pull her head towards her. Throwing her weight inward, she would try to slam her knee into the small of Julia's back and keep it there, using it as a point to force a painful bend against her kneeling up against the cowgirl.

"So what's the deal with the mask?" Lyla inquired rather casually, a genuine curiosity in her tone that seemed far more innocent than the brutality of her grinding hold really portrayed. "Do you wear it all the time, even outside the ring? How did you avoid getting splotches on your face from it n' such?" Every passing moment would find her knee sinking deeper and her own body leaning away to bring Julia's to the point of breaking.

No rest for the weary. Julia had to give credit where it was due, Ellie was doing a great job of keeping her immobilized. Mere seconds after the cowgirl had kicked out of the pin, she was dragged up and trapped in a painful full nelson hold. Still seated, she had very little leverage to work with in resisting. The hold was bad enough to deal with on its own, but Ellie amplified the effect several times over by hammering a knee into the small of her back.

“Gah!!” she cried out at the impact, then grimaced in agony while being bent back over her foe’s knee. Julia probably would’ve been amused by the casual smalltalk in the midst of all of this if not for the pain she was simultaneously enduring. “Rgh… Tell ya all ‘bout it...later…” she managed to respond through grit teeth.

As Ellie wrenched back further in the hold, intensifying Julia’s pain, she began to hear a rallying, rhythmic clap building through the audience. The cowgirl began to stomp a boot on the mat in time with the clapping, which encouraged more among the crowd to join in. Then she swayed her body a bit to the right, before swinging much more forcefully to the left, hoping to roll herself off the knee. She’d still be stuck in the full nelson, but from there she’d try to slowly push herself back up to a vertical base!

"Later during the match later or later over dinner?" Lyla mused softly as she leaned in to whisper into Julia's ears. If Ellie didn't happen to hear her making a pass at the wrestling pro, she didn't have to worry about the potential backlash of ignoring her partner's express orders to not mess around during the match. Her eyes drifted over the audience as they started to drum up a clapping wave that soon filled the arena… while she never had something like this for her, she had been wrestling long enough to understand a good rally when she witnessed it.

Rather than fight it, she allowed Julia enough room to dislodge herself from the knee, instead opting to focus on remaining behind the veteran and keep hold of her chin in both hands. The Irish lass cranked back on the cowgirls neck, making the other woman's rise to her feet as draining as she could until she had gotten about half way up.

"Thinking about tagging? We only just started to dance." Suddenly Lyla leaned back, giving Julia a hard pull to yank her the rest of her way up to her feet. But rather than remain vertical, she threw her weight back, intending to take the Cowgirl on a ride with her back to the mat. With her hands still gripping the woman's chin, she would attempt to bring Julia backwards onto Kyla's upturned knees in a vicious lungblower aimed to take the wind out of the woman's sails again.

“........Just..later…”

Julia really couldn’t be upset with Lyla for shooting her shot. The last person to do so with her in the middle of a match (in AFW at least) had been Domino in Tension, during Julia’s debut match. They went on to be quite a happy couple, until a situation back home forced him to retire from wrestling and head back to the U.S. It wasn’t all that different from the family troubles that had prompted a two-year departure from this league for Julia.

But that was neither here nor there. Julia was back, and now she was stuck in a hold she really needed to get out of. She was close, too. The cowgirl was making headway in getting back to her feet, with the crowd solidly behind her! But then suddenly she was yanked up to her feet, and then brought right back down back-first onto Lyla’s knees.

“GAH!!” she cried out, practically bouncing off the girl’s knees before rolling around on the mat, one hand again moving to her wounded back. It would be aching for a while after this match, that much was certain. But still Julia tried to kick and shift herself in the general direction of her corner. The effort put a strain on her aching back, and this far away it was highly doubtful she’d get anywhere near close enough to make the tag she needed. But it just felt better than lying around and waiting for the pain in her back to subside.

"Ooooo, that's not a no. I hope you aren't just stringing me along to work your way free…" Lyla gave a playful little giggle as both women slowly rose to their feet, the Irish lass making the veteran work for every inch. She enjoyed the struggle, especially since it was uncommon for her to be handed such a dominant position over someone leagues more experienced than her. It was with a bit of a it satisfaction that she executed her next step, bringing the masked cowgirl back down in the most painful of ways.

The pink haired girl was eager to throw herself back over top of Julia for another pinfall attempt, not overly concerned with how successful it was, but just as she was about to shove the other woman over and go for a cover she caught sight of Ellie waving for the tag. What a bummer… pushing herself up with a huff, Lyla reached down to grab for the other woman by the hair and the nape of her neck, trying to force her to shamble along in a half drag as she lead her back towards Bangarang's corner.

Reaching out she offered her hand to her silver haired partner who clapped her palm in a single crisp motion. Lyla stepped back and around, grasping at Julia's wrist to manipulate the woman's arm, twisting it extended at her side. She would clamp her other hand down on the woman's bicep, holding the captured limb as a way to hold the woman steady while being off to the side, free from blocking her partner.

Ellie grabbed hold of the second rope, leaning as far back as she could, pulling the cable taut with a large heave of her weight backwards. With a recoiling snap, she dove forward through the ropes, attempting to slingshot spear Julia in the midsection and bring her down to the mat while Lyla would let go at just the last moment. If the tag team transition went off without a hitch, Ellie would immediately try to hook both of Julia's legs, rolling her up tight while Lyla slipped back out onto the apron.

There was an unexpected pause in the action after Julia had been dropped onto her foe’s knees and began writhing in pain again on the mat. The masked blonde couldn’t immediately tell what was up, but she hoped against hope that Lyla was making a mistake that would come back to bite her. Maybe she’d stopped to pose for the crowd, or maybe she was taking too long to decide how to follow up on her previous attack. Something that would buy the cowgirl precious seconds to catch her breath and collect her wits.

No such luck. The true reason would become apparent seconds later as Lyla picked Julia up just enough that she could force her to trudge along at her side toward the Bangarang corner, where Ellie was waiting. Panting and rubbing at her sore back with her free hand, Julia heard the tag, but wasn’t in a position to defend herself as Ellie came rocketing through the ropes and blasted right into her!

“GAH!!” Julia gasped out at the impact, which planted her once more onto the mat, arms again immediately moving protectively over her battered ribs. At that same moment Ellie was on top of her, hooking both of the cowgirl’s legs for the tight pin!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“TH--”

With grunt heavy enough it might as well have been a full shout, Julia kicked her legs up as hard as she could while forcing a shoulder off the mat, beating the count just a split second before the ref’s hand could strike the mat for the third and final time!

Ellie drilled Julia full on, boring the woman down to the mat with a frightening impactful spear. The two bounced as they hit the canvas, leaving the silver haired girl on top of the veteran with arms wrapped around her waist. She was quick to transition into a pinfall, moving with the instincts of a well learned ring general rather than the unseasoned rookie she was. Draped across Julia, legs hooked, weight distributed to pin her shoulders… she was sure they had this. She and Lyla had been absolutely dismantling the cowgirl.

Her head bobbed along with the count, biting her lip as she hoped and prayed. A win now, against a team like this would be huge for their careers… maybe even put them in a place to go to bat for the tag belts. When Julia kicked out at the last moment, buckling the young rookie up, it left her blinking in a daze with her daydreaming hopes suddenly dashed on the mat.

"You're really tough, huh." Her stunned silence turned to stoney faced determination as she pushed herself up off Julia, hopping to the side to stew herself down beside the veteran's shoulders. She leaned herself down, attempting to wrap her arms around Julia's head to trap her inside of a simple headlock, giving her a hard wrench to jerk her away from the ropes. While it wasn't much more than a rest hold for Ellie, she was focused on grinding out the last of the cowgirl's fight before trying to set up for another tag team move to end the match. She shot a look up to Lyla, nodding her head across the ring.

The pink haired Irish woman had been watching from the aprons, arms folded over the top rope, dreamily fantasizing about the woman rolling around on the mat. It was everything she loved about wrestling… she wasn't nearly as surprised as her partner when the veteran kicked out, mostly because she wasn't nearly as invested. When her partner signaled to her though, she took notice and looked across the way at Alaina. She kept her eyes locked, a boot resting on the middle rope as she watched over her partner, ready and waiting to act if the Amazon wanted to try breaking the hold.

Alaina was leaning in and clapping as she tried to urge Julia on after the near kick out! "Come on Julia! You got this girl! You can do it, get free and tag me in! Lete.get my hands on these two! Lets go Julia!" Alaina yelled out as she tried to really get Julia going. She was not surprised that Julia kicked out but it was close, too close for comfort.

Julia heard Ellie’s words, and appreciated them, but couldn’t muster a response. As nice as it was for her hard efforts to keep the match a live to be respected, it didn’t do anything to help her situation. The cowgirl was still battered, exhausted, and dangerously close to letting Sonic Boom’s first tag match since reuniting slip through her fingers before Alaina could so much as tag in even once! It all went back to that reckless dive Julia had crashed and burned on outside the ring. She’d been in dire straits ever since then, and to Bangarang’s credit they had done an excellent job of capitalizing on Julia’s critical mistake.

Once more given minimal breathing room, the cowgirl was secured in a headlock on the mat, halting any attempt Julia might have taken to get closer to tagging in Alaina. She winced ang grimaced in the tight clutch, kicking lightly against the mat while she heard her tag partner shouting out to try to rally her back into this. The luchadora squirmed, trying to begin pushing herself and Ellie back up, but quickly found she didn’t have the leverage to do so.

Finally, one arm went to hook around the back of Ellie’s nearest leg, while the other arm moved over her foe’s far shoulder. With a grunt and a sudden twist, Julia attempted to roll Ellie onto her back for a sudden attempt for a pin while the headlock was still applied! The masked blonde of course didn’t expect to get a three count out of this. Her intention was simply to abruptly pressure her opponent into releasing her hold to avoid being pinned. Ellie and Lyla had done an excellent job of keeping Julia from tagging her partner in. But if she could get out of the Brit’s clutches now, it would be a small but much needed step in the right direction...