Speed Ticket or Handcuff match: Brenna vs Ise

Things got nasty again when Brenna set herself in motion again to resume the fight. Ise was not sure how this would unfold for her, but she would take a deep breath before she was grabbed at the arms, one eye twitching lightly in a spare second of surprise before she realized the motion of holding her tight.

It had to be something that took a certain amount of time and planning, so she hoped to have a little bit of time to give the girl her *Glasgow Kiss* back by hammering her skull on the nose of the Welch girl before the knee hit her and she attempted to land on Brenna in a pin that was supported by her weight only.
"Gah!"

Fatigued Brenna was getting ready to knee her foe when she suddenly felt a burst of pain explode across her face.

“Nughhh!!” she grunted as she suffered the head butt, her senses spinning and her eyes watering. It was embarrassing to fall victim to her own move but she wasnâ€t in much of a state to think about that right now.

The blonde went limp and was easily pushed to the mat by the muscular cop. The next thing Brenna felt was that big body flopping down onto her.

“Unghh!” she groaned again as the air was crushed from her lungs. Things were going from bad to worse for Brenna, and her initial struggles against Iseâ€s weight werenâ€t enough to escape. From her restricted position, all she could do was rub her face with her hand and try and recover her senses.

*Uuhh...Funny how things unfold*
Her head was spinning from her own head butt, accompanied by a burning pain in the former brain segment like from a really bad headache, but still she had gained the upper hand by accident as it seemed that Brenna was unable to get out easily from under her as she would have already done if she could.

Although she had the desire to hold her spinning head or say someone to stop the carousel that was playing in her head, she would try to capitalize on the situation and maneuver in a real pin attempt, although she could not really hug a leg with coordination so that she rather just had a hand on the knee of the other girl.

“Nghhh…” Brenna moaned with not a little irritation as Ise hooked her leg and went for the pin.

“One!!” the ref girl quickly counted.

Sprawled on the mat beneath her larger opponent, the tired Brenna was almost tempted to surrender to her fate. Resisting Ise could end up pretty painfully for her. Then she remembered the stipulations for losing this match, and decided she couldnâ€t take that kind of humiliation lying down.

“Two!!” the count continued.

With a grunt of effort, Brenna planted her free foot flat on the floor, and bucked her hips up firmly against her opponent, looking to raise her back off the mat and break the pin by rolling Ise off of her.

The mood of the cop rose drastically as her makeshift cover made progress with her not doing much. Sometimes it came handy to be big and huge, and this was one of the situations where she did not miss been small and gracious.

When Brenna kicked out at 2, she was slightly disappointed as her process of thought was disrupted and she had to show more in the ring than what she had already done, giving a short look of desperation about the stubbornness of her opponent. The big question was what she could do now? At least she hoped to have a slight advantage on her way up and tried to grab her opponent around the back for setup for a power bomb.
"This will hurt you more...than me!"
The Japanese said while nearly foaming at the mouth. Her body was aching at every angle and in every direction, but from her point of view, the other girls wouldn't run a marathon at this point either.

Brenna was all but finished, her muscles straining at the effort of just pushing Iseâ€s body off of her. The blonde battler was groggy, drenched in sweat, and barely able to defend herself as the big cop grabbed her.

“Nnn…. Noo….” she groaned as she was dragged up off the mat. She took a couple of hard breaths but was unable to compose herself. Poor Brenna found herself bent over in Iseâ€s clutches at this point, a limp doll at the mercy of the power wrestler. The plucky Scot had done well up to this point, but it felt like her resistance was just going to make the ending more gruelling for her.

“Ohhhh….” she whimpered in tense anticipation for a final, painful slam.

*This is as good as it probably gets*
Although as good as it gets was not really easy or comfortable for her. At least she had the much better position and had only to pull through this one last move, at least that was what she was hoping for.

To make matters even worse, she could not go for the more *suave* and less painful for herself Jackknife power bomb but would have to use a sit-out power bomb with immediate cover as she was seriously doubting that she would be able to simply walk over for a cover. So she put her plan into fruition to crushingly hammer her opponent down on the mat after lifting her in the air.
"NNYYAA!"

Brenna gave a final gasp as she felt herself being hoisted into the air in the bigger girlâ€s arms. The defeated girl was then slammed down onto the mat in an eye-catching power bomb.

“Unghhh!!!” she groaned deeply as her spine smashed into the mat, and pain flooded her entire body. She went limp and groggy, utterly devastated by the power move.

Although she was really glad that the power bomb connected, although she could feel every muscle and bone in her body ache in protest when she sat down on the mat with Brenna rather limp in her arms.

"Uhh...it's so much a twen sport..."
She said rather more to herself than to her opponent as the referee came down to start a count. Surely she was still in a good wrestling age, but after so long being gone from active competition and her first match after her return being a steel cage match of all matches possible, this should have been much more easy for her as it really was. But rusty was obviously rusty...

Poor Brenna could sense nothing as the arena lights seemed to spin above her face. Coming back from such a spine-crushing finisher was going to be impossible.

The blonde was vaguely aware of the ref girl counting her out on the mat… one… two…three… then a ringing of the match bell and a cheer from the crowd.

She closed her eyes and groaned as her defeat was confirmed. First match a losing one… but sheâ€d have to dwell on that later.