Hell in a Cell - Anonymous Fight

Azami gasped for air and rolled to her side after she successfully sent Sora crashing to the mat with her leg sweep. She groaned and rub her sore back, finding it difficult to get up straight away after her back was tortured. She had to give it to her opponent. It seemed like she already trained hard. Well, she wasn't about to let herself beaten. Not so easily at least. She's going to take Sora down again and reminded her that she's fit better as her servant!

The blue haired girl took her time to recover as she noticed that Sora seemed to be dazed. Once she felt the pain in her back subsided, Azami slowly turned and got up on all four before she began to crawl towards the girl. She wanted to throw herself on top of the short haired girl, before pinning her arms to the mat to gain control over her. Hopefully Sora would be dazed for a little bit longer, because she couldn't move too swiftly with her back still aching.

Sora was stunned for just a moment a moment on the mat. Grimacing and letting out a groan, the dark haired girl would roll over onto her front, and look up at Azami. The other girl was slowly crawling her way over to her, rubbing her back and obviously showing how that makeshift reversal had effected her. It was a start if anything for Sora.

Slowly pushing herself up onto her knees, Sora would try to grab a hold of Azami's head as the princess drew near to her, putting it under her arm in a headlock, and if she could manage that, then try to drop back down onto the mat on her back so that she could wrap her legs firmly around Azami's waist. Her plan was to try and wrench on Azami's head, hoping to put some more pressure on the other girl's back in the process. Since the girls were in a submission match, Sora knew she needed an area of the body to work on and with Azami showing she was suffering in her back, that was obviously the place to work on. It also had the double advantage of trying to keep Azami down so she couldn't focus on taking advantage of Sora in...other ways.

Azami gasped in surprise when Sora recovered faster than her expectation. Her head was pulled into a headlock, but she would immediately roll onto her back to prevent her opponent from securing her waists with her legs. She grunted as her air was cut off and her hands immediately grabbed the short haired girl' arm to try releasing herself.

"Nnnghh...!"

While her hands would try to pry off Sora's arm from her neck, her legs would flail around, hoping to land a half hearted kick or two, before she would try wrapping them around the girl's waist. Azami was planning to squeeze Sora's waists to weaken the girl so that she could release the headlock easier.

Sora gave out a grunt of frustration after she had grabbed a hold of Azamiâ€s head; while she had been able to grab a hold of the other girl, Azami quickly dropped onto her back defensively, forcing Sora to tumble forward with her.”Gahh” she groaned out as she now lay on top of Azami, but still holding onto her opponentâ€s head tightly with her arm, squeezing tightly as she felt her opponent twist against the side of her body.

Although she wasnâ€t in the position she had hoped to be in, Sora still thought she had control over her opponent in this hold. Suddenly though, Azami would begin wrapping her strong legs around her and began squeezing. Gritting her teeth and grimacing, Sora would try to stifle her groans as Azami began forcing the air out of her; “Ghhh....!” In a desperate attempt, Sora would try to roll onto her back to try and force Azamiâ€s legs to release her while she kept a firm grip on Azami, trying to wear her down and drain her opponent.

Azami had to admit that Sora had been giving her more problem that she expected. The girl probably went through a lot of training after her two defeats. She was struggling to soften her opponent's resistance, and when the short haired girl rolled back, she was forced to release her legs from Sora's waist. Temporarily, as she was now on top of the girl again due to the headlock.

"Ugghhh..." she groaned in slight frustration.

The princess had enough. This was too close of a call for her liking. While one of her hands kept trying to loosen the hold as much as possible, her other hand reached back to grab her fan. Without warning, Azami would then swing it wildly towards Sora's head. Hopefully a knock to the head would be enough to make the girl release her.

Forcing herself onto her back, Sora had found a way to escape Azami's legs and trap the princess while squeezing her head and the stifling her airflow. One of her main strategies was to simply exhaust her opponents, and after their last match together, Sora was happy to have as boring and slow a match as possible if it meant she came out victorious. Azami was one hell of a fighter, and she couldn't take her for granted. So, whatever works, works... Sora thought to herself as she squeezed tighter.

Seeing Azami's grope at her back for her fan, Sora's eyes would widen and react quickly. "Ohhhh no you don't!" she'd yell out as she instincively grabbed at Azami's wrist, trying to stop the blue haired girl from belting her with it. While holding onto her, Sora would lift one of her knees up suddenly, trying to drive a blow straight into Azami's abdomen while the moon princess was too distracted at trying to over power Sora.

Azami's eyes slightly widened as Sora caught her wrist. She wasn't expecting the girl to fully paying attention due to their tussling around, but she did. Not only that, the short haired girl also drove her knee straight into Azami's stomach. The blow stunned the princess temporarily as she groaned and slumped onto Sora's chest.

"Ugh..."

With her strength being sapped more and more, Azami felt more than just a little desperate now. She needed to get out of this situation, like, right now. Since Sora was holding her wrist, though, she would have to gamble a bit. Azami would jerk her hand to give it a little swing, hoping that she could throw her fan towards the girl's face. It would probably serve as a distraction at best, but she would attempt to use her other hand to land a punch to her opponent's stomach.

Landing her knee into Azamiâ€s chest, Sora smiled as she felt her opponent slump against her chest, momentarily ceasing her struggles. “Itâ€s okay hun, you can give in now and save yourself the hassle...” sheâ€d taunt, until she felt Azamiâ€s arm spring back to life, trying to overpower her and hit her with the fan. “Ghh...” she let out as the two girls struggled, in the centre of the ring with the crowd baying to see one girl overcome and begin to dominate the other.

Sora would keep a firm hold on Azamiâ€s wrist and the fan until she felt the blue haired princess land a punch straight into her stomach with her other hand. “OOOff...” Sora would let out, letting her grip slip on Azamiâ€s wrist, allowing Azami to swing at Soraâ€s head with the fan. In reaction, Sora would let go of the headlock, and bring her arm up in a desperate attempt to defend her face.

Azami had a devilish smirk on her face as she managed to force Sora to let go of her hold after delivering that blow with her fan. She quickly rolled away to the side before coughing and gasping for air. It was way too close of a call. The blue haired girl couldn't get up immediately as her own stomach was still hurt and her head felt a bit light after being locked for a while.

"Hmmph... As if I'm going to give to you..." she weakly replied to Sora's taunting from earlier.

Taking her time to recover herself, Azami would turn onto her back and sit up. She's content with just observing her opponent's movement for the time being. Just to intimidate the short haired girl, however, Azami would wave her fan from side to side to make the Sora think that she's ready for her if she decided to jump at her again.

Sora had expected Azami to begin wailing on her aggressively, so it came as a bit of a shcok when Azami rolled away, gasping. Even when she spoke, it was clear that Soraâ€s holds were beginning to take effect on the blue haired girl. “Hmh” Sora would let out herself as she struggled up to her feet. Seeing Azami sitting up, moving slowly, coupled with her panting, Sora took a second to observe Azami. She had been caught so many times in the past by charging at the girl and having her reverse her attack, but this time seemed different. She was waving her fan as an obvious weapon, trying to distract or intimidate Sora. It seemed so...un-Azami like to be so blatant. Unless she really IS struggling... Sora thought to herself.

Suddenly, Sora would turn and charge off the ropes, gaining speed and running at Azami. She was going to call her bluff, and try to hit Azami with a running knee while the moon princess struggled to get back up onto her feet, hoping she could move quick enough to catch Azami completely off guard.