Submission POW Match- Heather vs Amanda

Submision Match
Win by submission only

Winner must accept the submission.
POW stipulation.

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Those whoâ€ve fought Amanda know she has a reputation for turning any match into a Hentai match, even showing up to no DQ matches in her bikini…but today, for once, she dressed sorta sensibly. She was adorned in a short denim pair of shorts and a white tea shirt, which while tight fitting offered some more protection than a bikini (but still left her room to smother). She even wore boots, which she normally didnâ€t, preferring to go barefoot.

Amanda herself was backstage, stretching and getting ready for this match. If her clothes were any indication, she intended to do some proper wrestling this time, even though nothing was certain when Amanda was involved. She was, to say the least, bat shit.

Soon, though, she heard her name being announced, and ran out, almost jogging, to the cheers of the crowd. She climbed into the ring, waiting for Heather, who was surely going to be a tough opponent after the week the other girl has had. Leaning against the corner, Amanda smirked and waited for Heather, who had picked the match and stipulations.

Heather would be getting herself ready backstage as Amanda was in the ring, prepping for the match. She would slip her purple fishnet top over her black bikini top, her black baggy pants accompanying her attire. "Alright Amanda..Now I'll pay you back for how you took advantage of me like you did.." Heather said to herself, nodding her head before she would make her way out of the locker room and through the hallways, heading to the curtain area and nodding to one of the crew members.

The lights would shut and go pitch black remaining this way for a few seconds before they would abruptly turn a strong blue color, bathing the entire arena in that tint as smoke would start to cover the stage. Heather's theme, Choir Jail, would fill the speakers and soon after, Heather would crawl out from the entrance, bathed in the smoke and green laser lights that were shooting out from the entrance.

She would crawl a little further, part of her face covered with a purple glow paint, which went down the left side of her neck all the way down her arm, some of it extending to her torso and stretching to the side with curling triangular lines. She would slowly pick herself up before a rain of sparks would fall from the ceiling, Heather sharply raising her arms in the air and yelling out, the sparks shooting out once from the entrance. She would charge towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. From there she would stand up in front of Amanda for a second, grinning at her before she would turn and run up the turnbuckle. Getting to the second rope she would raise her arm up again, letting out another yell, met with quite the loud reaction from the crowd before she would jump down, the lights slowly fading back to normal, the paint showing itself to be otherwise transparent without the glow.

"Well Amanda? Are you really expecting this match to turn out any differently from our last one? I'll beat you again and give you back the humiliation you gave me at the end of our last match."

Amanda smiled as she saw the lights dim, and then turns blue. Amanda had to admit, she LOVED this new entrance for Heather, it was so…exotic, very different to whatever one else did, and it showed off Heatherâ€s very attractive body. Even Amanda clapped a little bit when the audience cheered the last time, impressed with the brazen opening.

Amanda was looking forward to this match, not out of malice, but because she loved wrestling, and Heather was a great opponent. Unfortunately, she had just recently kidnaped Heather, and had to set that straight. As Heather made her way into the ring, Amanda moved into the center of the ring and listened to Heather talk.

“Iâ€ll tell you what Iâ€m expecting.” Amanda slowly approached Heather, and extended her hand, as if to shake Heatherâ€s. This was not a trick, and if Heather took it, Amanda was not planning to attack her or do anything like that, just talk. “I want to be your friend, as long as we donâ€t hold back an inch when we fight. Iâ€m sorry.” It was honest, just as the desire for no punches being pulled was.

Assuming Heather didnâ€t do anything bad with this handshake, Amanda would even lean in to whisper to Heather so the audience could not here, “Some wrestlers still have decency.” This was not always a word strongly associated with Amanda, but most things Amanda did or said were calculated. In this case, the public handshake was a symbolic response to Cecilia and Heatherâ€s match, and the whispers sheâ€d heard about what happened after. Those two were some of the most popular Friction wrestlers, and scuttlebutt moves quickly. The bell rang shortly thereafter, Amanda would back away unless Heather attacked and raise her arms. But the words said were honest.

"Oh? And just what is that?" Heather let out, expecting Amanda to say her crazy lines as usual, but instead she would see the girl extend her hand to her. Heather would have to blink a couple times, not really knowing how to take it before the girl would continue on, talking about wanting to be her friend. Heather would look up at her, a smile forming on her face as she would nod her head.

Reaching out, Heather would take her hand firmly in the handshake, looking straight in her eyes as she did. "Thank you. I appreciate that. And don't worry, I won't be holding back for a second." Heather would say, keeping her smile on before the girl would back away, hearing the bell ring. The start was definitely something that didn't seem to happen too often recently, but Heather welcomed it quite a bit, more than happy to start out the match on quite the good note.

She would approach Amanda, putting her hands up as well as she would try to take her up in a lockup.

Amanda knew Heather would have a hard time believing Amandaâ€s intention, she was very glad Heather accepted her hand and hook it. Amanda smiled back at Heather, pleased that the two of them might be starting a less antagonistic relationship. Of course, she never promised NOT to rape Heather…but she wouldnâ€t do it unfairly again. “I wouldnâ€t have it any other way.” Amanda said, chuckling as Heather promised not to holdback.

As Heather came in for the lock up, Amanda decided to oblige her, going for a collar and elbow lock with Heather. “I really want to eat an apple…” Amanda mumbled, to no one in particular and not very loudly (almost as if to herself) as she did this, trying to get a secure hold in the lockup, getting control.

"Good. Though you better be giving me back the same Amanda." Heather let out, grinning as she did. She could tell that the girl was happy that she took her up in the handshake, and that made Heather just that much more glad about it. She would step back as the match began before they would begin their battle.

As they got into the collar and elbow lock, Heather would hear Amanda's mumbled words, causing her to raise her brow a bit. "..What?" Heather let out, slightly confused before she felt Amanda beginning to take control in the lockup, overpowering her in it a bit. Heather would click her tongue, trying her best to brace her feet and push forward, trying to stop Amanda from pushing her back.

Amanda didnâ€t even regard Heatherâ€s confusion. This was a perfectly legitimate time to crave an apple! Heather was so silly. Meanwhile, Amanda pushed forward against Heather in the lockup she could feel Heather trying to break Amandaâ€s control of the hold.

While Amandaâ€s strong legs were giving her the dvantage, Heather had a stronger upper body, so Amanda had to stop this fast. Using her left leg, sheâ€d try to slip it behind Heatherâ€s leg and trip her on her back, though this move could easily backfire as lifting one leg up took away some stability.

Heather kept trying to brace herself as much as she could, not wanting to give the girl any sort of reprieve in the fight they were having for dominance in the lockup. She clenched her fists hard as she could in the hold, pushing her before she would feel the girl act.

As Amanda rose her leg up, Heather thought she was pushing forward at the girl, instead she felt Amanda's leg end up tripping her onto her back, causing her to yelp out. She would quickly let go of the hold as she felt, groaning as she hit the ground, but trying to roll away before Amanda could really act. However, she would have a second or two where she'd be stunned.

“Oww…” Heather was squeezing HARD in the hold, hurting Amandaâ€s hand in the hold, but Heather was soon stopped in her tracks. Amanda no longer had to fight for dominance as the lockup was pretty much ended, releasing the hold so she wouldnâ€t tumble with Heather.

With Heather on the ground, Amanda saw Heather trying to roll away. The moment Heather got onto her stomach, Amanda would stomp her boot down HARD on her back, trying to inflict pain and hold Heather in place for Amanda to drop down on top of her, if successful, trying to get her arm under her neck, the opening manuver of a camel clutch.

"Gaagh!!" Heather yelled out as Amanda would stomp her hard on her back. Heather would arch her body in pain, clenching her fists and eyes shut tight as she tried to endure what Amanda just inflicted on her. She would try to crawl away, but the girl would drop herself down on her, locking her arm around her neck as she went for the camel clutch.

"Gh..n-no you dont." Heather let out, quickly pulling her hand up to try and pry the girl's arm from her neck before she could really lock it in too hard. Frantically trying to escape from her grasp.