Dizz's Debut Duel (Dizz vs. Emily)

Dizz sprung out of the pin, flopping to her back after escaping. She laid there, still unable to get in a good breath. She didn't try to fight back as Emily grabbed her foot, and before she knew it, she was locked in another move that was foreign to her.

"Gh... arrghh!! Wh..what the f-arrrhhh!!" She cries out as she feels pain growing in her leg muscles as Emily locked in the submission hold tight. "The.. fuck is this?!"

Emily smiled a little in response to Dizz's discomfort as she leaned back, pressing her palms against the mat. "This," she said, "is a favourite move of mine, lass." As she spoke, she arched her body elegantly, lifting her back up off the mat as she propped herself up with her hands, ramping up the pressure of the figure four. "Ready to give up yet?"

"Graahhh!!" Dizz cried out as Emily arched her back, which made her legs ache even worse. "God... damnit!" She snarls, and suddenly tries to lurch up, trying to endure the increased pain, and starts wildly slamming her fists at Emily's legs again and again. Certainly an unorthodox response to the submission to say the least.

Emily winced a little as she felt Dizz punch wildly at her legs. The girl was stubborn, she had to give her that, but none too bright either. Unwinding her legs from around Dizz's, Emily stood back up, grabbing at one of Dizz's booted heels as she did so to lift her leg up. She wasn't about to let Dizz get any opportunistic kicks in, though: as soon as she stood up, she would stomp down once on Dizz's exposed belly to keep her nicely stunned.

"Proper wrestling isn't just about punching people, lass," Emily chided as she stepped over Dizz's raised leg, aiming to roll the girl over onto her front. If she managed this, then she would sit down on Dizz' butt and wrench her leg back painfully in a single leg boston crab.

Dizz tried to scoot away from Emily as soon as she was let go, but she ended up getting a leg snagged. Before she could do anything about it though, Emily moved in and stomped down hard on her belly. "Guhh! Nnghh.." Dizz started to cough again. She had just regained her breath, only to have it knocked back out again. She ends up rolling over with her, and feels her leg getting bent backwards. "Arrrrghh!! Fuck, lemme go!" Dizz snaps, thrashing underneath her.

Clenching her teeth, Emily tucked Dizz' booted leg secrely under her armpit and leaned back, lifting Dizz's lower body up off the mat as she stretched away at her and forced her back to arc painfully. "Ye should probably think about tapping out now, lass!" she warned as she locked in the hold.

Dizz tightly clenches her teeth, trying to deal with the pain. "Nrrrghh...gaahhh!!" She cries out as Emily locks in the hold more intensely. When she heard the veteran telling her to tap out, she growls back in response. "Fuck that!" She spat, and tried to crawl her way towards the ropes, hoping to reach the bottom rope with one hand.

Emily frowned at Dizz's very rude response. "Again, lass, with your undladylike language," she chided as she wrenched back on Dizz's leg, twisting at the limb for all it was worth. Finally, however, she felt the ref girl tap her on the shoulder and tell her to break. Sighing, she released Dizz's leg and stood back upright, grabbing at her opponent's arm to pull her up as well.

The moment Dizz was back on her feet, however, Emily would suddenly twist to the side and fling the pigtailed girl towards the ropes...

Dizz clenches her teeth. "Grh.. what.. about it?!" She said, lunging forward to grab the bottom rope at the end of her sentence. When she snagged ahold of the rope, she felt herself being released a couple of seconds later. She was free, but she wasn't in any condition to celebrate.

She was hoping there would be women here as tough as her, but now she was being made a joke out of, in her mind. She gets pulled up to her feet by her opponent, but doesn't attack when she's whipped to the ropes. When she comes back off them, however, she'll try to save it, clapping her fist into her palm once before trying to go for a devastating haymaker, hoping to use the additional momentum she got from bouncing off the ropes to really lay the hit in on her.

Emily hadn't expected Dizz would have the reslience or stamina to strike back against her as she ran past, and so she had her guard down as she charged in against the girl, aiming to nail her with a clothesline. Even as she raised her arm and swung it at her opponent's upper body, however, Dizz's fist slammed hard into her temple. "Gaaaugh!" she cried as colours exploded across her vision. The Noble Fighter collapsed onto her back, clutching her forehead as she kicked at the mat in pain.