D.D. vs Eva Mayu

On the other hand, Spectre couldn't really get back up instantly after that fancy move. Her head felt a spin as she landed, and the albino groaned weakly as she remained on her back. It seemed like a bad idea to pull a Hurricanrana after taking something like a sleeper, after all. At least she got Eva with it, which should gave her the time she needed to recover.

Deirdre slowly rolling herself and got onto one knee, her head facing down while her hands were pushing the mat. The throb in her head seemed to subside after a while, and so did the spin. Her breathing was still heavy, and she would look up to see whether her opponent was already recovering or not.

The hurricanna had dizzied and dazed Eva enough to the point she felt a bit out of it. She hadn't been expecting something that fancy so quickly after she D.D. had passed out. Or, at least she thought she passed out. It was still a wonder to her how she woke up. But that was the least of her worries at the moment. To her relief, D.D. didn't come at her right away after the huricanna. Looking over, she saw that she was on her back as well. The effects of the sleeper must have still been getting to her. Not surprising. No one, no matter who you are, can stand that kind of punishment and just shake it off.

As D.D. started to try to get herself up, Eva started to do the same thing, rolling onto her stomach and trying to get to her hands and knees at least. If she could get up before D.D., she could fight back and make sure she followed up on how groggy she still seemed to be.

Seeing Eva starting to get up, Spectre's vicious grin returned to her pale face as she pulled herself back on her feet. She simply glared at the girl without making too much movement, wanting to regain as much strength as she could before she'd go on the offense again this time. Her head and legs still felt a bit heavy, but her breathing was starting to return to normal with each time passed. Eva was probably recovering too, but Deirdre didn't have too much problem with that.

The albino wobbled backwards, inching herself closer to the ropes behind her as she waited for her opponent to come at her, still giving her the look of bloodlust even in her weakened state. If she could intimidate the girl not to attack her while she's recovering, then it's good enough for her. Should Eva charged at her instead, then Spectre would be more than pleased to welcome the girl with her own way.

After struggling to her feet, Eva looked over at D.D., who was giving her the creepiest look she had ever seen. It was unnerving to say the least. But Eva wasn't going to let it stop her from attacking. She was still a bit shaken up, but she wasn't going to waste any more time. She needed to hit D.D. hard and fast so she didn't have time to recover any more. She watched as the albino girl moved toward the ropes, and she would take her chance then.

Eva would run at the girl, jumping the last minute, hoping to hit her with a drop kick to her chest. Being against the ropes, she didn't know if D.D. would fall through the ropes, or just bounce off of them. but she didn't care. She just wanted to hit her.

Spectre watched as her opponent ran towards her as she leaned herself against the ropes. The charge was something she expected, and she would wait until Eva took off from the mat to step aside, avoiding the drop kick to let the girl hit the air, and possibly landing her legs on the ropes or the mat. As long as she didn't get hit, she couldn't really care less about her opponent.

Regardless of where Eva landed, The albino would try to capitalize on the chance by going towards the girl and grabbed her hair. She would try to force Eva back up on a sitting position at least, so she could wrap her arm around the girl's neck for a sleeper. Deirdre was thinking of paying back the girl's sleeper to weaken her opponent and turn the match in her favor.

Eva had one goal in mind at this point; beat D.D. as quickly as possible. She didn't know why, but the look on her face just gave her the shivers. She didn't know what was going on in the girls insane head, but she really didn't want to find out. Going for the dropkick, once she left the mat, she saw D.D. move out of the way, and was unable to stop herself. Her kick soared and missed D.D., only for her legs to get caught in the ropes for a moment before she went crashing to the mat. "Ugh..." she groaned as she tried to get her composure back.

Eva didn't know where things went wrong, but suddenly, she was in deep, deep trouble. D.D. was now getting her at every turn, and Eva couldn't get a move in. And D.D. seemed to want to keep that trend going. When she grabbed Eva by the hair, Eva's hands grasped at hers, trying to lessen the sting from having her hair pulled. She so forgot about that pain. Eva tried, but she was unable to stop her opponent from locking in the sleeper hold. "Gh..." she choked as she tried to pry her arm from her neck, just as D.D. had tried before.

"Grr..." Spectre grunted as she managed to lock the sleeper. There's no way she's letting Eva go that easily despite the girl's effort.

She eventually let go, though, thinking that at least she already weaken the girl enough with the move. The albino had other plans, and she wasn't about to waste her time too much on the sleeper, even though that might be more effective. Just to make sure that Eva was hurt, Deirdre would give the girl's back a sharp kick as she released the sleeper.

From there, the albino would look at the ropes and glanced at Eva for a second before she's heading to the edge of the ring. Spectre would then slip herself out and began to climb the ropes while paying attention to her opponent. If she felt that Eva wouldn't move around too much, the white haired girl would attempt a Springboard Splash at her opponent.

Once D.D. let go of the sleeper hold, which was proving to be difficult to break out of on her own anyway, Eva began to cough, trying to get her breath back. She wouldn't have it long though before D.D. delivered a sharp kick right to Eva's back. "Ahhh!" she screamed as sharp pain rain up her spine. She laid down on the mat, one hand at her back trying to lessen the pain. Things weren't going well for the purple haired girl suddenly. She had it in the bag before, but now, D.D. was going all out it seemed.

Eva wasn't too focused on her at the moment, as she was too busy trying to compose herself. Because of her own ignorance to where she was, she didn't see the springboard coming down hard on top of her. "Guh!" she let out as, once again, all of her breath left her violently. Clutching her stomach, Eva would role onto her side, sucking a few hard breaths as she fought back the pain in her gut and ribs.

Spectre bounced off Eva's body and landed close to the girl after her aerial strike, and she sluggishly getting up on her knees after rolling herself to the side. Normally she would have got up faster than that, but she wasn't in the best condition anymore as it was. As she got up, Deirdre noticed Eva writhing on the mats on her side, seemingly open for another attack. The splash might have done its job in delivering a hard blow to the girl.

The albino immediately rolled Eva to her front and placed herself on top of the girl while hooking one leg for a pin. Her opponent seemed to be weakened enough from the look of it, which was why Spectre was going for a pin instead of torturing the girl too much. She might have a crazy ring persona, but she also preferred not to play around with her fight. The sooner she could finish it, the better. The ref would go to the side of the girls to began the count once Spectre successfully applied the pin.

"One...!

Eva couldn't lie to herself, she was in big trouble. Her gut and ribs hurt like hell, that, and she was so short of breath, that it was hard to really focus on much of anything else. She didn't know where she went wrong. After all of her work at weakening D.D., and even managing to get her in the sleeper hold, she thought the match was hers. But it seemed D.D. was a lot tougher than she had thought. And she was learning that the hard way.

When she was rolled onto her back, and D.D. laid on top of her, Eva let out a grunt as she felt extra pressure on her ribs. She didn't want to think that she was seriously hurt, but after that last hit, she wouldn't doubt it. The ref yelled for the once count, making Eva realize that D.D. was going for a pin. Still, she knew this time, kicking out would be both hard, and painful.

"Two!" the ref counted. Eva debated staying down for the final count. She hurt like hell, and didn't want to get hurt more. But at the same time, she didn't want to seem weak either. She wasn't weak. With that in mind, Eva would put all she had into breaking the pin before the final count of three, grunting in pain as she did so.