Priscilla Haynes vs Anja the Raven

Not very surprisingly, Priscilla was not really happy that she was put in a hold like that. She would have not been happy either. Still she was a little bit surprised that her opponent would not attempt to instantly escape by crawling away but tried to break out of the hold. Pretty brave, but in retrospective she would have probably also tried that instinctively.

"Hey, stop that moving around and stuff!"
Anja demanded playfully while taking the wild ride that this STF would probably be with excitement, moving left and right on the quite alluring back of Priscilla, holding on for dear life as good as she could.

"Nnnh..." Priscilla groaned out as she felt Anja moving left to right on her back while she was still in the STF. Still, despite her best attempt to pry those hands off of her, she was still unable to free herself from the hold. So, after a few moments of struggle, Priscilla finally decided to change tactic and focus on crawling towards the ropes, which were quite far but still reachable if she mustered her strength in pushing herself towards them.

"N-not s-stopping..." Priscilla grunted as she tried to move towards her intended target. Unless if Anja decided to change tactic, then she was certain that she would be able to reach the ropes, even if it's an arduous task for her.

Of course Anja would not let go, and Priscilla would of course not play possum and wait until she ran out of steam. The second scenario seemed to get even more unlikely when her opponent then began to slowly make her way to the ropes.

Now the blonde had a decision to make with a little sigh. Either press some stamina out of the other girl in the way until they would reach a rope break, or doing something a little bit more risky with a really countable effect.

Choosing the second option, she would let go, get up and attempt to put a massive stomp in the back of her opponent before the girl could scurry away. Of course this would be a very close call, but it was surely worth the effort and thrill to try.

"Rrgh..." Priscilla groaned as she continued dragging her to the direction of the ropes, planning to seize a rope break in order to free herself from this tortuous STF. She knew that she would arrive there eventually, and from there, she would plan a counterattack and give Anja a taste of her medicine.

But, against her expectation, before she could get closer to the ropes, Anja released her. Before she could do anything about it, she received a devastating stomp onto her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Aaaghh!!"

That stopped her advance. Lying on her stomach, Priscilla tried to roll over to her side, but the pain made it hard for her to focus, thus making her susceptible to anything Anja would throw at her next.

Anja was a little bit surprised about her foot finding its mark on the back of Priscilla. The girl had proven to have all the qualities of a ring general, so that the blonde kind of expected some of her attacks to miss the mark by default.

but still she would not complain, quite the contrary. Shacking her hands a little bit to give her fingers some rest, she would unladylike snort through one nostril while holding the other closed with a finger. In a non-hentai match, the blonde was basically all wrestler and not out to win a manners contest.

"Now we´re going to find out of what wood you´re made."
She resumed while trying to guide her opponent back on her feet to grab he around the waist, lift her up in the air and bring her back down on the harsh bottom of reality with a backbreaker on the already targeted back of the other girl.

With her back still aching from the stomp, Priscilla mustered her mind to come up with any sort of counter. Then, she was lifted by Anja after she grabbed her around her waist. Thinking that something bad might happen next, Priscilla tried a last-ditch effort to inflict damage on Anja when she was lifted by trying to smash her forearm right to the side of the blonde's face. In case if her blow connected, she was brought down into a backbreaker, hurting her already battered back.

"Urghh!!" Priscilla tried to bite back a cry of pain when she took the backbreaker. Still, in case if her strike from earlier was successful, she was certain that Anja wouldn't be able to walk away without taking a little bit of damages.

Now the blonde girl was on a roll and the blood was basically in the water with Her feeling the ride that only adrenaline could grant you when she lifted Priscilla up in the air for the backbreaker.

Too bad for her that her opponent was able to use the inheriting weakness of said move, the inability to use your hands or arms for a veritable defense.

"UHF!"
letting instinctively go of the other girl after her knee had connected with the back of Priscilla, she collapsed on not only one but two knees. holding the side of her head with one arm while looking for support with the other arm on the mat.

While Priscilla managed to hit Anja with her forearm strike, she still took the backbreaker to her back, and she groaned in pain as she was on the mat while her blonde opponent was on her knees. She brought a hand to her back where it hurt, trying to soothe the pain before she tried to roll away. She needed to recollect her thought and think of a way to regain her bearing so that she could turn this match around.

"Mahogany, I suppose?" Priscilla snarked, as she would try to get on her knees while still rubbing the spot where it hurt on her back, replying to Anja's earlier question regarding what wood she was made of. She would keep her eyes on her opponent so that she could be prepared for anything that the blonde would throw at her way.

"Ha...ha...HAHAHA!"
A nearly maniacal laughter came out of the mouth of the Blonde. It had taken some time before she could mentally make the way back to her own wood equation, but when it had finally sunk in her head through the stinging pain that had dominated her senses up until then. Maybe this would be a mistake that she did not force herself to get up immediately, so she would just get up, wiping a little laughter tear out of her eyes.

"You do not exactly look like Mahogany, but yes, it´s pretty fitting."
A pretty good choice for a piece of wood. Not very environmental friendly to make a chair off, but all in all, pretty useful for such neat things as breathing.

Priscilla couldn't help but chuckle as well as she saw her opponent laughing at her wood joke. Priscilla wasn't one to crack jokes most of the times, but she did indulge in it every now and then. She just looked at Anja getting up, still trying to recollect herself as well. "Indeed. There is no classier timber than a mahogany..." she said as she got up on her feet.

"So, let's see what kind of wood you are, Anja..." Priscilla said, preparing herself for another clash with the blonde. "Let's hope you're no mere plywood," she said, smiling teasingly at Anja.

Even so, Priscilla herself was a quite exhausted already, but she believed that she still could fight on.