Phoebe Porter vs. Alena Saint (complete)

Phoebe was driven back to the mat by Alena's kick, though given their closeness it didn't strike with a tremendous amount of force. Phoebe fell to her back in the middle of the ring, clutching the spot where Alena had struck her earlier while she climbed to her feet. With the pain in her groin subsiding and her having dealt a few blows to work through her anger, Phoebe was beginning to regain her composure.

Alena left the corner still shaken from the brutal onslaught she had taken thus far. Now that she knew just what she was up against, she was ready to take Phoebe on for real now. So she strode slightly for the corner and stood her ground, eyeing Phoebe carefully.

Phoebe circled Alena carefully, watching her, hoping to find an opening. After a few seconds, she charged once more, aiming a punch right to Alena's kidney.

Alena took the punch hard, and was stunned. She didn't realize that Phoebe had purpously aimed at her kidney, all she knew was it hurt like hell. She hunched over emitting a slight whimpering noise, but would try to fight through it, and charge at Phoebe with a tackle. She was trying to bring her down to the mat in the hopes she could lock her in with a submission.

Phoebe's attempt at a followup was foiled by Alena's sudden tackle, surprising her and sending the violet-haired girl to the ground with sudden thud. Mat wrestling wasn't Phoebe's strong suit, but, as soon as she recovered, she would try to make Alena regret it by locking her legs in a scissors around the highest portion of Alena's body she could reach with them while struggling to restrain whatever she could grab with her hands.

Before Alena could lock in a submission she suddenly found herself in one as Phoebe's legs closed around her chest area, just under her arms. Alena gasped breathlessly in this very painful position, and was made even more helpless when Phoebe restrained her arms. She could only lay there, groaning in pain as she struggled to breath.

Phoebe grunted, tightening her grip around Alena as best as she could manage, struggling to control her arms. Hissing as she worked to squeeze the girl to submission. "I warned you." She whispered.

Alena let out another groan as Phoebe tightened the scissors. She could find no way out of this hold with her arms restrained the way they were. But she refused to submit. Unfortunately she would probably pass out before she could ever submit, as it was getting harder and harder to breath. "I-I won't lose....," she whispered breathlessly.

"You've already lost." Phoebe spoke coldly, still trying to maintain her grip on Alena's arms. "You don't have to like it, though." She squeezed the hold tighter, hoping to put the girl out. Phoebe's grip on Alena's right arm was beginning to slip though... it wasn't much, but if Alena still had the energy and could see where the hold was weakening, she might be able to get an edge.

Alena's vision was beginning to blur. Her breathing was coming in short gasps now. Just as she thought she was going to lose, she was barely able to notice that Phoebe's grip had loosened on one of her arms. It was small, but it was Alena's chance. With whatever energy she had left, Alena would wrench her arm free, and then use it too punch Phoebe hard in the ribs.