Dark Angel vs Cassie Elliot

Cassie waited patiently for Angel to come back and approach her. She thought nothing of her silence. Honestly, she was uncomfortable with people who talked trash during a match. No one did that in jujitsu competition, and most of the time it was against the rules, anyway.

She took deep breaths, and stepped toward her opponent. It wasn't half as daunting now that she was on her feet and facing her, and not being beaten up. She was fine as long as she could think.

That didn't keep her hands from shaking just a little bit. She kept her stance low and extended her hands out to Talia, looking to either grab hold of a wrist or clinch, or just feel her out and see what she would do. She was comfortable here. She could focus.

Dark Angel watched as Cassie approached cautiously. Finally. The masked girl did something similar, crouching a little and bringing her hands up defensively. She paced around in a circle, staying just out of reach of Cassie which also put the girl just out of her reach as well. It seemed the girl's hands were shaking, though, which made Angel smile. It meant she was making the girl nervous, which was a good start for now. But Angel's impatience took over, and she had to make the first move.

She reached out with both hands simultaneously trying to grab Cassie at the top of her shoulders. The girl was talented at these kind of interactions, Angel knew that. She kept her arms rigid and would immediately follow the reach with a kick aimed at the girl's stomach.

Cassie didn't hesitate. The second Angel's hands hit her shoulders, she grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, palm facing out, and stepped inside with her right leg so that her back was against Angel's stomach. Her other hand came up under Angel's shoulder, and with her knees bent she twisted and heaved upward and executed a fast and smooth judo throw, tossing Angel head over heels onto her back.

"Aie!" She cried. The timing, with Angel being on one leg at the moment of her throw, was luck, but the execution of the technique had nothing to do with chance. Cassie's confidence was growing. Her masked opponent was in her world, now, and she was sure there was nothing she could do to stop her.

Angel thought she was being clever with the feint attack but Cassie was better than she gave her credit for. She found herself flipping over and landing on her back. She grunted as she hit the floor, surprised by the sudden reaction of the girl. Angel blinked several times trying to interpret what had happened, all she knew was that she was facing the ceiling of the arena. As if an instinct, Angel tried to roll away from Cassie who was likely going to keep up the pressure now that she was on the ground. She probably wasn't going to get far.

Cassie pounced on Angel as she rolled away, pressing both palms against her back while she was on her stomach. She stayed on top of her as she straddled her middle back, her knees pressed tightly against her sides.

Control. This part was about control. She kept her weight on top of the curve of Angel's lower back while she laced her hands under her chin. She wouldn't have as much leverage this way, she could increase it by putting her feet out in front of her or by moving farther down on Angel's back, but in doing so she would increase the risk of Angel being able to shake her off. She had to play it safe and wear her down.

She pulled back on Angel's chin and bent the girl's neck more than her back. She kept up a steady, firm pressure, her deceptively strong biceps working hard at intervals so as not to wear out too quickly. She could use the hold to tire her out, and force her to make mistakes in trying to get free, and she could transition off those. She was in good shape.

Angel was surprised that Cassie was so agile in climbing onto her and trapping her to the math. Her arms were somewhat trapped at her sides as Cassie pulled back on her neck. At first she ground her teeth together, trying to suppress the urge to scream. This is what she was afraid was going to happen at the start. She wouldn't be able to compete with the orange-haired girl in this close quarters combat. She was a striker, and knew very little about what Cassie could and couldn't counter. Anything she did may or may not end in her favor, and apart from trial and error Angel didn't have a way of figuring it out.

As the girl carefully applied enough pressure to cause pain to Angel without leaving much opening to escape, she bit down on her teeth and tried keep what little neck muscles she had flexed to resist the hold. There really wasn't anything else she could do at the time.

Cassie remembered her match against Hitomi Fujishima, her first match, in which she nearly broke the poor girl's neck with a hold similar to the one she had Angel in now, only much more aggressive. She was proud of herself for being that aggressive, and felt a little guilty for it given how much pain she'd caused the girl, but maybe now was the time to try a safer version of it. It could help slow her down, at the very least.

She set Angel's head down for a moment, and then reached her right hand around the left side of her face. She wrapped her fingers around her chin so that when she pulled back her leverage forced Angel's neck to twist painfully to the left, as well as upward. She put her left hand over her right and kept her arms straight as she pulled, putting her back into it like she was rowing a boat. She closed her eyes and hoped for the best, unable to face what she might be doing to the poor girl.

Angel did her best to brace herself through the hold. Eventually Cassie had to tire out right? She breathed a sigh of relief when the girl seemed to release her. But it was a short lived break. Angel twisted her neck to the left and pulled back, causing much more pain than originally. This time, Angel couldn't suppress the sounds of pain. "Mmm!" she groaned while still keeping her mouth shut. She was trapped again, but the angle let her pull up her right arm. It grabbed onto Cassie's gripping hands as if to free Angel from the hold but there was far too little leverage to accomplish the feat. This was not where she wanted to be against Cassie. She knew first hand how dangerous the orange haired girl was in these conditions. But at this point, there was little she could do except tough it out and hope for an opportunity to come up. Hopefully it'd be soon, she wasn't sure what else she could do.

Cassie felt secure in her position, Angel didn't have enough room to really put up a fight and she didn't seem to know what to do. That was good, it meant that Cassie would be able to beat her without too much of a fight. She certainly didn't want to get beat up again... But then, she didn't intend to try to shake her hand again.

Well, maybe after the match.

With her fingers curled tightly over the suffering girl's mouth and her head twisted sharply to the left, Cassie very carefully moved her right leg to put her foot out in front of her. It would let her keep her balance while being able to pull much harder on her hold. She didn't think that she could necessarily make her quit with this, not right away, but she could wear her out enough to make the rest of the match academic. Maybe she'd choke her out, a sleeper hold as they called it in wrestling, nice and clean and mostly painless.

The constant pressure was starting to set in as prolonged pain. Angel couldn't resist the pressure forever, her neck was hurting too much for her to keep pushing in the opposite direction. She knew this was going to hurt for the rest of the match, she just didn't know how much until Cassie would let go. But it seemed to keep getting worse. Cassie shifted her weight to give her even more leverage to pull Angel's neck back. "Aah!" the masked girl screamed, finally unable to stay silent due to how much the hold was hurting. She didn't know how Cassie had such strength in her body.

Angel reached up with her right hand to grab the girl's leg right above her boots. She dug her fingernails as hard as she could into Cassie's leg for a few moments before savagely scratching at the skin over and over again to break the skin, trying in somehow to get the girl to release her. There wasn't much else she could do other than stay brave and get ready for when the girl finally did release the hold.