Andrea Ümlaüt Vs Arabella Eichel

Arabella honestly didn't expect to get a quick win, but it was worth a shot. Some people she had wrestled before had given up after one kick to the head, or one scoop slam. So anything was possible. She wasn't surprised when Andrea kicked out though. And she was kind of relieved too. She didn't want her first match to be that easy. She wanted to have some fun in her first match and showcase her skill. Wasn't that what a debut was for?

When Andrea kicked out, Arabella sat up on her knees, trying to think of what to do next. But she didn't have too much time to think before her opponent suddenly reached out, grabbing her hair, pulling her down into another vicious headbutt. "Augh!" she cried, the sudden pain and shock forcing her backwards onto the mat, clutching at her once again throbbing forehead.

Arabella had once again taken another hard headbutt from her aggressive opponent, making her head spin. She really didn't hold anything back. Even though she more than likely hut herself a bit as well, she must not have cared too much if she was willing to take it to put the German girl on her back.

Too bad for her, she didn't have any time to stop the throbbing in her head before she was seized by the wrist and hauled violently to her feet, her free hand, still holding her aching forehead. Before she knew it, she was swung hard at the turnbuckle, slamming back first into it and letting out a loud grunt upon impact. Andrea really had some power.

Arabella used the ropes at either side of her to keep herself from falling to a knee after being thrown into the turnbuckle so hard. Despite her first impressions of her opponent, she was surprisingly a lot stronger than she looked. She made note not to underestimate her again. If she had the chance, that was.

Stunned, and still a little groggy after being hit in the head twice now by her relentless opponent, she barely noticed her screaming towards her, and was struck by the girls charge. "Guah!" Arabella cried as she was virtually lifted from her feet, her shapely bum pushed between the top and second turnbuckle. If Andrea wasn't there, she would have collapsed right down to the mat in a heap no doubt.

Arabella had been so stunned after slamming into the turnbuckle, that she didn't have enough time to react to Andrea's sudden charge. She took the hit, which forced all the wind out of her, and shoved her right between two turnbuckles. She really wanted to fall to the mat to confort her now desamated ribs, but her opponent refused to let her fall, and held her up with one arm.

"V- vat do you- AHHHH!!" Arabella didn't know what Andrea meant when she told her not to blink, but she didn't have to think about it too long when suddenly she sank her teeth into the top of her forehead. The German girl panicked, struggling to get herself away from her tormentor. In her struggling, she threw her arm toward Arabella's face, fully intent on hitting her square in the nose. Anything to get free from such a dirty tactic.

Headbutts. Biting. This girl really didn't care how dirty she had to fight did she? It made the German beauty wonder if she really even had any skill of her own. Anyone could rely on dirty tactics to win, but that didn't mean they had talent!

Arabella, despite being in a panic, knew she had to get Andre away from her. So she threw a wild punch straight to her nose, throwing her back and giving her a chance to recover. The blonde, took a moment, to check and see if her forehead was bleeding, which thankfully it wasn't. But she could feel the teeth marks. Hopefully it wouldn't bruise.

Looking over, she saw Andrea now on her knees, obviously babying her nose. An opening if Arabella had ever seen one. Slowly getting to her feet, she measured her up for just a second, positioning herself behind Andrea before running right at her, aiming a swift, powerful kick to the dead center of her back. She wanted to play rough? Well, she could play rough too.