Andrea Ümlaüt Vs Arabella Eichel

While tending to her nose following the booming straight hand that clocked her real good, Andrea remained on her knees, facing away from Arabella as she nursed herself. No blood, but she sure as hell felt that heavy hand was more than capable of drawing some if she took another direct punch to her nose like that! It was a hard hit for sure!

Andrea was in the middle of getting back up before she felt the trumping and stumping of someone closing in on her, her eyes widened and she knew to move but there was no time to dodge, resulting in Arabella smashing her boot right into Andrea's back.

"Aaack!" Cried the metalhead, spittle flying from her mouth as she flopped forward and fell onto her front, arching her backup before cradling it. "Sonovabitch!" She growled in pain, writhing about as she felt the pain surge into her.

Arabella smiled after her boot made a clean connection with her dirty opponent's back. It was such a satisfying feeling, putting a rule breaker in their place. And that place was on the ground, at her mercy. Arabella considered herself a fair fighter, and hated cheating. So when someone tried to fight dirty, she took it very personally. Andrea was going to learn that cheating wasn't going to pay off for her.

Approaching her downed opponent, the German blonde reached reached for her legs, trying to flip her onto her back, still holding onto her ankles. "How did you say? Don't blink?" Arabella said before stepping over one of her legs, and trying to lock her ankles together. If she managed that, she would try to step over her, and lock in a sharp shooter.

Rocked from the kick that made her back ache with immense pain, Andrea girt her teeth as she did her best to endure what she felt, only to end up suddenly grabbed and flipped over by the german blonde! "Oh fuck off!" Andrea growled, trying her best to flop and fight about in an effort to be free, but she couldn't stop Arabella! Before she knew it, she had the German mocking her earlier statement before locking her ankles and putting her in the sharpshooter!

"HAAAANNGH!!!" Screamed Andrea she fell onto her front and felt the submission hold tearing into her back as she found herself twisted and bent by this woman, she pounded violently at the mat as the move was locked in, shaking her head as she sought to endure the submission hold as best she could. She needed to escape and fast!

Arabella was ready to teach her cheating opponent a lesson for biting her. Grabbing her ankles, she started to set up for a sharpshooter. Andrea, of course, fought her, making it difficult to lock it in. She stumbled a few times, trying to maintain her balance while trying to lock in the hold. "S-stop making zis hard!" she said as she worked. Eventually, she nailed it, locking the girls ankles together and stepping over her, putting her into the sharpshooter.

Hearing Andrea scream and pound the mat was so satisfying. If she was lucky enough, maybe it was enough to end the match early, and put this cheater in her place. With hold locked firmly in place, Arabella bent her knees and leaned as far back as she could without losing her balance. He wanted her opponent to know that she was tougher than she wanted to believe. "Tap now, and I vill let you go!"

"Shuttup!" Growled Andreas she pounded her closed fists into the mat while the sharpshooter submission hold tore at her lower back with a painfully horrid strain. She was fighting hard to resist the pain coursing through her body, fighting to carry on as best she could, sqiruming and pushing off the mat to try and force a crawl towards the ropes as much as she could before Arabella suddenly leaned backwards!

"HAAAAGH!!" cried Andrea with a raspy howl, biting her lip through the pain, trying to desperately throw her elbow backwards and hammer it into Arabella's left side.

Arabella had the hold locked in so well, she swore she might just get a win here. And hearing the way Andrea was screaming, that only reinforced that feeling. It was so early, yet she could feel voctory closing in. Her opponent, stuborn as she was, just wouldn't give up though, and was putting everything she had into trying to get to the ropes. But the German beauty wasn't having any of that. She leaned back, adding as much pressure as she could to try and halt her effort, and get her to just give up.

Hearing that last scream, Arabella was sure she was about to tap. But then came the swift elbow that struck her in her hip, once, then twice. "Gh... nein!" The pain was sharp, and sudden enough for her to loosen her grip. She tried to hold onto the hold despite the sudden pain, but her falter might allow Andrea her chance to escape...