Speed Ticket or Handcuff match: Brenna vs Ise

"Until they need the hall for the next event if that's...needed."
Her plan had not worked good at all, she had not intimidated Brenna into letting her go and would have to watch her rock back and forth under the grunting and huffing noises of Ise.

She finally realized that she would not last all night long in this hold or even much longer, so she went for the power wrestlers choice to escape from an arm bar, trying to use her power advantage to roll Brenna into a ball and get up on her knees first and heave herself up on her feet to makeshift powerbomb her opponent.

“Fine, Iâ€ll grind you down slowly,” Brenna retorted confidently, tightening her legs around Iseâ€s body and wrenching her victimâ€s arm. She could tell the older wrestler was starting to feel the punishment, as Ise started to squirm in pain…

…or so Brenna had thought, until Ise grabbed her head and pulled it forwards, curling the blonde into a ball.

“Huh, what!?” she grunted with alarm. “Nggh-no!!”

Her stomach hurt as the powerful wrestler folded her in two. What was worse, though, was the unsettling loss of control, as she felt muscular arms close around her, and the girl beneath her clamber slowly up onto her knees. Brenna was not used to being manhandled like this - Iseâ€s strength was fearsomely impressive.

“Agnhh… not fair… I had you…” Brenna wailed from within Iseâ€s grip. She started to struggle, but there was a limit to how much she could kick against her opponent as she was curled into a ball. There was fear in Brennaâ€s stomach, though… if she couldnâ€t break out before Ise stood up, she knew it would be brutal.

"The smell of fear is suddenly strong here."
Ise had a look of confidence on her face, but in reality she was glad that Brenna did obviously not have the stomach to try to hold on her armbar and weather out the powerbomb in the hope that she would not get shaken enough to let go, as not even someone as big as Ise could hope to endure an armbar for too long.

Therefore she was also glad that the girl tried to wiggle out of the hold instead, so she would to position herself so that Brenna had to kick out of a pinning position, let her kick out at her strongest point so that her arm would get free and she could fall with a, for her standards, light elbow drop to the chest on her opponent.

“Nyahh!!” Brenna grunted as she kicked out aggressively from Iseâ€s grip. The blonde was still rattled at how her attempt to contain the big girl had failed.

Brennaâ€s situation did not get much better as Ise moved quickly to elbow drop her chest. Seeing that muscular frame drop down towards her, she knew she was going to be in for some pain.

“Unghh!!” she groaned as the elbow drove into her chest. Her whole body would spasm on the mat, and she would try and clutch at her bruised ribs. The scantily-clad Scot looked rather helpless at this point, groaning as she tried to recover.

After her elbow had landed too, Ise could not fight a confident smile. She came better and better back into the match with her young opponent who had kind of bad mouthed her, but the cop did not hold her against it. She knew that she was huge in the eyes of a rookie wrestler so that would be a fitting reaction.

"So let's see if you're made of steel or of foam, Brenna-chan."
With these words, Ise would try to hook a leg of Brenna and put her full weight on the Scottish girl for another pinning attempt.

The rattled Brenna groaned as she felt Ise lay across her for the pin.

“One!!.…” counted the ref girl, as Brenna languished beneath the copâ€s full weight. They had not been wrestling for that long, but Brenna still found she would need to dig deep if she wanted to break free.

“Nghh… no!!” Brenna grunted defiantly, planting her unhooked leg flat on the ground and bucking up with her hips, forcing her body out of the pin, getting a break as the ref counted “two”.

The blonde would roll sideways, trying to get away from her larger opponent. “Goin†for an early pin…” she panted. She was a little bit irked that Ise had tried to humiliate her with such an early finish, even if she had to admit that the attempt had come close.

“Donâ€t you have the stomach for a longer fight?” Brenna growled, goading her foe even as she crawled away and began to clamber onto unsteady feet.

After Brenna had kicked out, Ise was not really fazed about her failure and would sit up before getting up, looking at the crawling form of her opponent who was also in the process of getting up then.

"What do you think, how many dull models walk into AFW every day? I can't stand them. Someone who can't escape from an early pin has only a place in the kawaii or hentai division."
That was kind of a compliment for Brenna, Ise recognizing her as a wrestler and therefore an equal. She got herself going in a steady pace, trying to catch her opponent around the waist to hammer her into a corner of the ring.

Brenna couldnâ€t help but grin as Ise derided the ‘dull models†of the league, she pretty much felt the same way. She was secretly pretty pleased at the compliment.

“Oh, you think I could be a model?” she joked, pretending to be flattered, running her hand through her hair as she stood upright.

“… but donâ€t think Iâ€m dull…” she added, quickly trying to ready herself as she saw Ise advancing on her.

Brenna grunted as she was caught around the waist, but would try and escape a corner-slam by flipping forwards over Iseâ€s shoulder, hoping she would somehow land on her feet and end up in a better position, rather than being crushed against the turnbuckle by her bigger foe (though there were any number of ways the move could horribly backfire on her).

"What do I know about models, I am not involved in drug and harassment crime. But it's a hiring circle."
Her plan to crush Brenna in the corner did not work out well as the girl managed to put on a technical artistic move. So instead of the intended person, Ise made a closer inspection of the turnbuckle and crashed with a loud *thud* into the corner breast first, although she was more surprised than really hurt, turning around while trying to catch a breath.

After her evasive flip, Brenna landed on unsteady feet, a surprised grin on her flustered face.

“Yeah!” she cheered, her self-confidence rising despite the extremely lucky nature of her escape.

The blonde turned to see Ise in the corner, panting. She flashed a grin, then lowered her shoulder and started to sprint at her opponent. Brenna hoped she could now hammer Ise against the corner with a running shoulder barge.